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4.8k, yandere, model/actress!reader, CEO!Jeonghan, power play, brat behavior, brat taming, stalking, harassment, paparazzi, forced hiatus, kidnapping, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, smut, restraints, minor BDSM, handjob, groping, fingering, penetration, creampie, possessive behavior

A/N: Surprise! This is my piece for the collab I'm co-hosting with @sanaxo-o as well as something written for them at their own request. I hope you enjoy!

“No comment.”

You got into the back of your limo while keeping a calm composure. As soon as the door was shut you sighed in relief and took off your sunglasses. The latest scandal getting all the media attention was about how you were secretly dating the male lead of the drama you had made a cameo in. Of course his fans were mad and throwing all kinds of hate your way. The pictures going around showed the two of you having dinner together in a private room, sitting side by side and looking so happy and in love. It wasn’t actually a date but you were really enjoying yourself, and everyone loves to spin a good story. Although it was a secret outing that your company didn’t know about, until now that is.

When your phone started buzzing in your purse you already knew who was calling, but you weren’t in the mood for a scolding. You’d be at your company soon enough, and then you’d get an earful in person. Your phone kept ringing for a while but you continued to ignore it, wanting to enjoy what was left of your peace. Thankfully the building had a private entrance, so once past the main gate you didn’t have to worry about reporters, but it was better to remain cautious until you were inside. It was only until you were in the elevator that you could relax a bit, heading up to the top floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened your manager was there to greet you, a look of disappointment on their face.

“What the hell were you thinking!?”

“I deserved to be invited out for a meal.”

“You are unbelievable.”

“It wasn’t a real date. He just wanted to give me pointers for future acting gigs.”

“We both know that’s a lie.”

“But it’s what you’ll tell the press, right?”

“… the Ceo wants to see you.”

“Obviously. Let’s get this over with.”

You made your way to the CEO’s office, not even bothering to knock and just letting yourself in, plopping down on the couch. You pulled out your phone and dismissed all the missed calls you had, going onto the internet to see what the latest articles were saying about you. Although you didn’t get to see anything as your phone was snatched from you.

“What have I told you about secret outings?”

“Don’t get caught.”

“I see you’re being smart today.”

“I’m very intelligent, thanks for noticing.”

“Except when it comes to sneaking around apparently.”

“It’s not my fault those reporters are stalking me! Why can’t you get a restraining order? Isn’t that your job?”

“I’m not a fixer, I’m the CEO of the company you represent and work for! It’s not my job to fix this mess of yours.”

“But you’ll do it anyway, right?”

“… why were you out with that man?”

“Jealous?”

“Answer me, y/n.”

You sighed. “He asked me out for dinner, wanting to talk about my career. I figured getting close to someone like him could help me get bigger roles in future projects.”

“And do you still think that’s gonna happen?”

“Absolutely. Those pictures show we have great chemistry, and I could be a wonderful love interest. Of course they were taken out of context but can still work to our benefit.”

“Our benefit?”

“I’m here to make you money, aren’t I?”

“Not at the moment. You’re going on hiatus.”

“What!? You can’t do that! I didn’t do anything wrong! Those reporters-”

“Just a week. A statement will be put out explaining that the dinner was a business venture and was rudely intruded upon. Then just let it all die down.”

“Fine.”

“Your manager is already re-working your schedule. So just keep a low profile and stay home.”

“Thanks, Jeonghan.” You cheered. “You’re the best. I’ll head back home now. So can I have my phone back?”

“I’m not done with you.”

“Hm? What else is there?”

Jeonghan walked back to his desk, turning off your phone and placing it in his desk drawer. You huffed, realizing your phone was confiscated for the week.

“Jeonghan…” You whined. “My phone.”

“You’ll get it back after your hiatus.”

“Jeong-”

“Were you on a date?”

“… hm… does that matter?”

“Yes.”

You chuckled. “It wasn’t a date, at least not to me. I just wanted a free meal and some advice.”

“Well, it turned out great didn’t it.”

“Enough already, you said I’m on hiatus and the company will put out a statement. So, do I get my phone?”

“No. I don’t want you on socials reading articles, or worse, leaving comments.”

“You’re also putting me on a tech ban!”

“If you can’t be trusted to honor it you can spend your hiatus at my home under close observation.”

“Uh, no thanks, I like my privacy.”

“Sure. I’ll see you in a week.”

The discussion was over and you returned back home. You took a different route and didn’t have to worry about any reporters. It was gonna be a long week, but you figured you could catch up on some sleep and really take care of yourself. Although Jeonghan was serious about the tech ban. You didn’t have your phone, and the wi-fi in your place was temporarily suspended. At least you still had access to your cards, so you could buy groceries to cook or pick up some food. It wasn’t good to go out much, so you put on a disguise yourself and made a trip to gather everything you’d need for your hiatus. Then you just relaxed and enjoyed your vacation. Towards the end you did get a bit antsy, just wanting to get back in your spotlight, so you practically slept a day away.

The next morning you were happy to see your chauffeur and eager to return to your place of work. Your first stop was going to be to the CEO’s office cause you desperately wanted your phone back. This tech ban was good for your mind and your eyes, but you missed your phone dearly. When you arrived your manager was there to greet you, wanting to talk about your schedule. You did have a photoshoot scheduled for the afternoon, but you were more focused on other things. As usual you didn’t knock and just let yourself in. There you found Jeonghan on the phone, and he quickly put a finger to his lips to tell you to be quiet. You sat down as he finished his call about who knows what, waiting patiently.

“Did you miss me?”

“I had some peace and quiet while you were gone.”

“Don’t say that!”

“But it’s true.”

“Whatever. Can I have my phone back now?”

“Are you going to behave?”

“I always behave. I’m not the problem in all these scandals and you know it.”

“You’re the common factor among them.”

“Am I gonna get my phone back or not?”

“Yes, yes, here.” Jeonghan retrieved your phone and held it out to you. “Just promise me you won’t sneak around anymore. When you do that you’re playing with fire.”

“And you’re my fire extinguisher, aren’t you?”

You happily took back your phone, eager to turn it on and see what you had missed. There was no point in dwelling on the past, but you did want to look over all the articles that had been written about you.

“Shouldn’t you be going? You have a photoshoot this afternoon.”

“I know, I know, I just have a lot to catch up on. I’ll see you later.”

“You’ll see me sooner than you think.”

🖤

The photoshoot you were participating in wasn’t one that needed to be rescheduled. It was for a new product launch, and the premier date was still a few weeks out, so your latest scandal wouldn’t affect anything. While you got your hair and makeup done you browsed your phone, reading some articles that had come out about you. The professional ones talked about the dangers of misinterpretation and jumping to conclusions. While the hateful fan made ones just made you laugh. They were trying to come after you one way or another, even mentioning past scandals but you were lucky to have your own fanbase coming to your defense in the comments. You’d love to do something to thank them, so you’d talk to your manager about it later.

“The second you get that back you’re glued to it.”

“Hm?”

You looked over to see Jeonghan at your side, rather surprised to see him. You were about to ask what he was doing when he took your phone from you.

“The shoot is starting, go on now.”

You heard the photographer calling for the models, so you got up and went over, still curious as to why Jeonghan was present. Your manager was still here, but you had to put your questions aside and focus on the shoot. The whole time Jeonghan was watching, but you couldn’t really see him behind the camera. It wasn’t until you had a break that you approached him, wanting your phone back more than anything.

“Why are you here anyway?” You questioned. “People have already moved on from that not-date thing with a co-star.”

“Perhaps, but there are still people watching. So, I should make sure you behave.”

“Don’t you have a company to run?”

“Keeping you out of trouble helps the company overall.”

“If you say so.”

Jeonghan took your phone back when you resumed the shoot. He stuck around for the whole thing, waiting around for you to get out of hair and makeup and then escorting you to the van. Unsurprisingly there were some reporters waiting outside for you. They were snapping pictures and asking about your old scandal. Jeonghan gave you a warning look, so you knew it best to keep quiet. That is until someone dared to say something so absurd.

“Did you try to sleep with him because you know your modeling career is coming to an end!?”

“Wat-!?”

You were ready to snap back at whoever dared to say such a crude thing, but just as you opened your mouth you suddenly found a lollipop pushed past your lips. You glanced over at Jeonghan who just gave you a smile and opened the van door for you, ushering you to get in. You did so, sucking on the lollipop until you were on the road, your manager at the wheel driving as usual.

“We should sue them all for defamation.”

“That won’t change anything.”

“So we just let them continue to be disrespectful? This kind of stuff isn’t good for my mental health, you know.”

“Yet who keeps causing trouble?”

“I don’t do anything on purpose!”

“Right.”

“Whatever. Are you gonna keep following me on my schedules?”

“Until I deem you can be on your own, yes.”

“That’ll be fun.”

Jeonghan kept to his words and accompanied you on your schedules. He’d always confiscate your phone, probably checking your browsing history and stuff. It didn’t bother you much, just an extra helping hand for you.

“When did you reschedule that beauty shoot for? It’s the only schedule I haven’t made up.”

“We were unable to reschedule that one.”

“What? Why?”

“Conflict with availability. We told them we’d make it up somehow.”

“Oh, a different product then, or maybe-”

“We’ll have you participate in something else under that company.”

“… like what?”

“The company has launched a new arts and crafts kit. They wanted someone to demonstrate it with a group of kids and it seemed good for your image.”

“What!?”

“Your cameo in that last drama you did was as a teacher, so it’s a nice touch too.”

“No, no, no, Jeonghan, you know I hate dealing with kids! Haven’t you punished me enough?”

“I haven’t.”

“But-”

“You’re not getting out of this shoot. If you think you’re gonna be sick that day I’ll take you to see a doctor beforehand.”

“Jeongie, please.”

“I already have the outfit for the day picked out. Remember to smile and be kind, the kids are excited to learn. Don’t worry though, I will be accompanying you as well.”

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do.”

Every now and then you had to do something you didn’t like, but this was the first time Jeonghan would be watching you like a hawk. The day of the shoot you were given an overview of the product and then went before a group of kids to show it off. Just like any shoot this took hours, and you had to engage with all the kids. Helping them glue things together and decorate. By the end your clothes were ruined and you were gonna need a deep shower to get all the glitter off. The staff thanked you for doing this, and you took lots of pictures with the kids and their creations. Not to mention some parents wanted autographs too. You knew this was all good for your image but my gosh did you hate it.

“You did good today.”

“Fuck you.”

“Easy, there are children around.”

“They’re all gone.”

“You can’t be sure. Let’s get you back to the office and clean you up.”

“Ugh, I feel so messy.”

“You’re fine.”

“I still hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.”

You thought after a week Jeonghan would leave you alone, but no, he was still attending schedules with you. It wasn’t hard to see him as part of your team, but you had to admit it was worrying you a bit that he was still hanging around. He really wasn’t gonna let you off the hook so easily this time. That last scandal wasn’t even really your fault, but you couldn’t really argue with Jeonghan. Instead you focused on your current job, glad to be working with models you were familiar with. The shoot was a promotional one for an upcoming fashion show you’d be participating in. It’s been a while since you’ve done a show, so you were looking forward to this. Although this shoot was going to be longer than others since you had a multitude of outfits to get through. You didn’t mind since this was more enjoyable with friends.

“You should keep a distance from the other models.”

You chuckled. “Excuse me? Do you hear yourself, Jeonghan? This is a photoshoot, we need to put our hands on each other and whatnot.”

“Your last scandal came from you being too close to a man.”

“Again, this is modeling, it’s not my first time holding hands with a man for the camera. Unlike that last situation, I am fully consenting to have my picture taken.”

“Y/n.”

“Jeonghan, I’ve worked with these models before, and people know we’re all being professional here. If you’re jealous just say so.”

“That’s not what this is about.”

“Sure it isn’t.”

You never thought Jeonghan was the jealous type. He seemed so perfect and composed that his confidence would not waver. You didn’t know if he ever dated, but this behavior from him was unexpected. You were just another model in his company, yet he’s been hanging around you a lot and seems to have a problem with you being around other guys. It was ridiculous really, and it was probably about time you spoke up. Besides, having him watch you like a hawk was a bit unnerving.

“Hey, why don’t we all go out for some food?”

“Oh, that sounds-”

“No.” Jeonghan interrupted. “Y/n needs to be heading home and resting. Perhaps another time.”

“Hey!”

After a day long shoot one of your co-workers suggested you all go out for a meal and catch up. It sounded great, but Jeonghan was quick to shoot down the idea and excuse you from it. Next thing you knew he was dragging you over to the van.

“You could come eat with us too, you know.”

“It’s not about the food.”

“Let me guess, you don’t want me drinking around guys?”

“That’s part of it.”

“That scandal is long dead now, and everyone knows these guys are my co-workers! Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

“I’m not gonna take that chance.”

“You may be my boss, but you don’t control every aspect of my life!” You snapped. “Now let go!”

“Keep pushing your luck like this and see what happens.”

“Yeah? What are you gonna do?”

“You really wanna know?”

“If you’re gonna make threats you better follow through.”

“Fine then.”

Jeonghan got you into your van, going over to tell your manager they were done for the day, and then he got behind the wheel. You figured he was gonna take you back to the office, but the route he was taking was unfamiliar. He certainly wasn’t taking you back home, so you got a bit nervous as you realized you had no idea where you were going.

“We’re here.”

“And… where exactly is here?”

“Get out of the van.”

It wasn’t a request, but an order. You were still a bit too nervous to move, but that didn’t stop Jeonghan from opening the door and helping you out. You were in some parking garage, so there was nothing around you to help you identify your location. Jeonghan dragged you over to an elevator, scanning some ID card and merely hitting the button to go up. There was no number displayed, just a ding noise as you passed floors. At least that was your assumption. When the elevator stopped you looked at Jeonghan, but he seemed completely calm, then you knew why.

“Is this… is this your home?”

“Welcome.”

You stepped into the penthouse suite, rather amazed with how luxurious it looked. You always figured Jeonghan lived somewhere nice, but you never thought you’d actually get to see it. The view of the city skyline was gorgeous and you noticed a tray of alcohol and glasses nearby. You wanted to get a drink but Jeonghan stopped you.

“You’re almost always intoxicated when you cause trouble, now I see why. Don’t you think that’s cause to better yourself?”

“After all that work don’t you think I deserve a treat? A little drink won’t kill someone.”

“It might.”

“Then tell me what’s with you lately? Following me around on schedules, keeping me away from my guy friends.” You stated. “You’re acting like a jealous ex, you know that right?”

“I’m trying to prevent another scandal.”

“Seriously? You know half those scandals aren’t my fault! Just cause I’m breathing too close to a male the whole world thinks I’m some kind of whore.”

“That’s not true.”

“You’re certainly treating me that way now.”

“I’m merely trying to keep you safe.”

You scoffed. “Is this your idea of a pep talk? Cause it sucks. You may be the CEO of an entertainment company, but you are pretty naive as to how things work.”

“Am I?”

“Yes. I have to play nice with everyone or else we both lose. Business has been good, so you don’t need to worry about me.”

“You’re right. Despite everything, business has been good, and your reputation only ever gets dirty for a moment. But that doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you.”

“Why would you? If a day comes when I get into real trouble, it’s not that hard for you to cut me loose and leave me to fend for myself.”

“Who says I would do that?”

“Only an idiot would try to defend a troublemaker.”

“I’ve been doing that for a while. Are you calling me an idiot?”

“Those scandals are always baseless rumors that just create some drama, not something major. They were never a real problem to begin with.”

“Perhaps, but nothing is going to stop me from taking care of what belongs to me.”

“Yeah?”

You swiftly landed a kiss on Jeonghan’s lips, catching him off guard and making him stumble back. You laughed at his actions, pouring yourself the drink you wanted.

“You like me, don’t you? And that’s why you’ve been acting all weird lately.”

“That’s not true.” Jeonghan remarked. “I could report you for sexual harassment.”

“And you’d still be the one to punish me for it, right? Sounds like it works out for you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m just saying. I know being around guys can get me in trouble, but I don’t just sleep around.”

Jeonghan laughed. “You’re forgetting who owns you here.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Not quite. More of a reminder. I’ve saved you countless times, yet I can just as easily destroy you.”

“What?”

“I’m your salvation, and your destruction. I’ve allowed you to do as you please while at my mercy, but I think it’s time you’re taught a proper lesson.”

There was truth to Jeonghan’s words, you knew that. It was never smart to blindly trust someone, regardless of what they said. Especially in this industry. Still, this was a side of Jeonghan you had never seen. His actions and words were putting you on edge, but you tried to keep it together. That is until he pinned you to the wall, causing you to spill your drink all over the floor and shatter the glass.

“Are you crazy!? Let me go!”

“You said I like you… but it’s much more than that.”

Jeonghan pinned both your arms above your head, keeping you in place with one hand while the other caressed your cheek. You flinched initially, not expecting his touch, but he wasn’t happy with your actions. He tsked at you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to keep his gaze.

“Every scandal you have gotten yourself into has been extremely annoying. People talking about you and someone else, as if any of those boys were worthy of you. Jealousy?” Jeonghan laughed. “That doesn’t begin to cover my feelings. You belong to me, and I think I’ve had enough of watching you being so close with other boys who don’t know anything about you.”

“Jeonghan…”

“Sh, behave yourself. I’ve always wanted to ruin you in the comfort and privacy of my own home, but if you’re gonna be trouble then I can ruin you publicly as well.”

“… you… you wouldn’t do that to me…”

“You’re underestimating what I’m capable of. So, are you gonna be a good girl?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. Jeonghan was so close to you that his hot breath brushed against your lips. You were scared, yet excited at the same time. Maybe this wasn’t new, and this was just how Jeonghan was. It would certainly explain why you got special treatment. This could all be some kind of test, see if you’d submit under all this pressure. Or it could be an opportunity of a lifetime and you didn’t want to waste it. In the blink of an eye you leaned in close to kiss Jeonghan. Unlike last time he didn’t move away, instead releasing your arms and taking your head in his hands. The kiss was deep and desperate, Jeongghan only pulling away to catch his breath.

“That’s a good girl.”

Jeonghan took your hand and led you elsewhere. Soon enough you were in the bedroom, pushed onto the bed as Jeonghan began to strip you of your clothes. You tried to do the same but he quickly flipped you onto your stomach and tied your hands behind your back with your shirt. He pressed a few kisses along your back before flipping you back over. He got you out of your pants, taking your panties with you, then unhooking the clasp at the front of your bra. In a matter of moments you laid exposed before him meanwhile he was only shirtless. His hands trailed along your chest, and all you could do was squirm under his touch.

“There’s a reason I’ve never let you do any sort of nudity. Only I get to see this. Now, you’re gonna be a good girl, right?”

Jeonghan asked the redundant question just as he leaned down closer to you, his fingers running along your folds. You quickly bit your lip to quiet the moan that threatened to escape you, not wanting to sound so needy. He didn’t seem to like that, giving you a gentle tap on your cheek to get you to stop.

“No need to be shy.”

Jeonghan was cunning in his actions, punctuating his words as he pushed a finger inside you. This wasn’t enough prep time at all, but he seemed rather eager to get to the good part, and you felt the same. His free hand kneaded your breast and his fingers teasing your nipples. He wanted to provide all kinds of stimulation and get you in the mood. He seemed rather experienced, so you just needed to lay there and take it. Although you couldn’t just stay still, squirming until you managed to free your hands and reach over to feel Jeonghan’s chest, wanting to run your tongue along his abs. You thought he might have been upset that you got free, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Although after a moment he guided your hands down, letting you unzip his pants and spring out his cock. He was bigger than you had imagined, but it was a welcomed surprise. As you ran your fingers along his length, Jeonghan slid another finger inside your heat. A soft mewl escaped you, but you didn’t need to be shy. He worked you over as you stroked him to an erection, feeling him throb and twitch in your hand. You went slow, wanting to tease him just as he did you, and also not wanting him to climax until you felt him inside you. At some point he added a third finger, really stretching you out, but you weren’t sure it would be enough. You were both growing impatient and he decided to make the next move. You couldn’t help the whimper when he moved away and pulled out his fingers, but you didn’t have to be disappointed for long.

You felt something warm and slimy rubbing against your lips, glancing down to see Jeonghan coating your core with his precum. Then he pushed his way inside you, going slow and making you feel every inch. Your mouth hung open as Jeonghan moved all the way in, getting to the base and letting you adjust. He felt nice and big, rather glad things got to this. Then there was a kiss on your head and he started moving. He wanted to be gentle, but finally having you like this, he couldn’t show restraint. He was moving fast and hard, wanting to ruin you just as he said. Make you lose your mind and forget how to speak. All you did was hold on tightly, moaning and begging for more.

“Jeonghan…”

“That’s right, who owns you?”

“… you do… you, Jeonghan…”

“Good girl. My good girl.”

Jeonghan pressed his lips against yours as he continued to thrust into you, rubbing against your sweet spot and doing all the right things. You felt your body heating up, getting closer and closer to the edge. Jeonghan was there too as he had lost his rhythm, just moving desperately to achieve climax. You were both on the same wavelength, and you found yourself reaching your high first, moaning into the kiss and grabbing Jeonghan as you shook beneath him. As your body held him tightly he was pushed over the edge, the warmth between your legs making you realize he wasn’t using protection. You’d take care of that later, just breathing heavily as you came down from cloud nine. Jeonghan was in the same situation as you, resting atop of you and gently moving his hips to get and give as much pleasure as he could.

“What a good girl.”

“Jeonghan…”

“Sh, sh, sh, just relax. We don’t have to be anywhere.”

The two of you stayed together for a while longer, merely relaxing in each other’s embrace. Eventually Jeonghan got up, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he did so. You weren’t sure where he went until he came back and helped you up, taking you to the bathroom. He had prepared a bath, and the two of you would be sharing it. Jeonghan had you between his legs, letting your rest against his chest. You intertwined your fingers with his, starting at your hands holding one another.

“What does this make us?”

“No idea, but you’re still mine.”

“Am I?”

“Did you not learn your lesson just now?”

“Hm… I did learn something.”

“Then you should do better and not mess around with other guys from now on.”

“I’ll try, but I might need a reminder every now and then.”

“I have no problem teaching you who you serve.”

“Is that a promise?”

“No, it’s a vow.”

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2b4st4r · 30 days ago

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Hiii

So I saw your requests are open so if you don’t mind…

I’ve been obsessing over the fact that if Iceburg had a wife she’d technically be Water Seven’s First Lady??? (really stupid I know)

Can you please write a scenario where the f!reader meets the Strawhats once they arrive in town and she shows them around as if it’s nothing and then Iceburg shows up and goes on like “Yeah that’s my wife”? (Idk if I’m explaining well what I mean sorry😪)

Thank you if you do <3 have a nice day

Wife of the mayor

Iceberg x F! Reader

Words: 12,550

Warnings: use of y/n, violence/injury implied, uncannon, greif.

A/N: Writing this was quite enjoyable, although it was also very nerve-wracking. It's been a long time since I've watched Water 7, and I don't remember much about Iceburg. AND EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED. I WAS SO CONFUSED WRITING THIS. However, I did my best! I apologize if this isn't exactly in line with canon or if my portrayal isn't quite accurate. (also it isn't stupid! I get it.)

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The salty tang of the sea breeze was a constant companion in Water 7, just like the gentle hum of activity that vibrated through every street and canal. For you, however, the day often began not with the clamor of the shipyards, but with the quiet rustle of sheets and the soft, steady breathing of the man beside you. Your mornings were a comfortable rhythm, a dance you and Iceburg had perfected over years of shared sunrises.

You’d often wake before him, the early light filtering through the window of your shared home, painting the room in hues of pale gold. Slipping out of bed, you’d start your own quiet preparations. Perhaps you'd tend to the small garden on the balcony, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to the industrial backdrop of the city. Or maybe you'd prepare a simple breakfast, the aroma of fresh bread and brewing tea filling the air.

Eventually, you'd hear the tell-tale creak of the bed as Iceburg stirred. He’d often emerge from the bedroom, still a little rumpled, a soft smile gracing his lips as his eyes found you. "Morning, my dear," he’d murmur, his voice a low rumble that always sent a familiar warmth through you. He’d cross the room, and without fail, his hand would reach for yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture that spoke volumes about your unspoken connection. It was in these small, everyday moments, in the quiet intimacy of your shared life, that the true essence of your marriage to Water 7's enigmatic leader truly resided.

Iceburg would often linger at the breakfast table, sipping his tea and watching you move about the room, a contented silence settling between you. But eventually, the demands of his position would beckon. It was then that your role shifted from wife to silent, efficient aide, preparing the Mayor of Water 7 for the bustling day ahead.

He'd head to the master bathroom, and you'd follow, picking out his usual smart, professional attire—the crisp white shirt, the impeccably tailored vest, and of course, his signature cravat. Laying them out, you’d then turn your attention to his most distinctive feature: his hair.

His purple locks, normally so wild and free, were a testament to his vibrant personality. But for the sake of appearances, and his busy schedule, they needed taming. You'd stand behind him as he sat, a brush in your hand, gently working through the strands. He’d often lean back into your touch, a soft sigh escaping him as you carefully styled it, pinning it back with a practiced ease that came from years of repetition. It was a small ritual, one that spoke of the quiet intimacy you shared, a moment of calm before the storm of his mayoral duties. As you smoothed down the last unruly strand, he'd rise, turn, and give you a quick, grateful kiss on the forehead, ready to face the day and the city he governed.

Once breakfast was finished, and the last sip of tea was savored, your attention turned to the day ahead, specifically, to preparing the Mayor of Water 7 himself. Iceburg, for all his sharp intellect and commanding presence, had a charmingly absent-minded streak when it came to his own presentation. You’d often find him about to head out with a stray strand of his distinctive purple hair out of place, or a wrinkle in his usually impeccable suit.

"Alright, Mr. Mayor," you'd tease gently, a fond smile playing on your lips as you approached him. He’d chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that always resonated deep in your chest, and offer a relaxed sigh. He’d then settle into a chair, already anticipating your touch.

Your fingers, practiced and gentle, would deftly begin to smooth down his purple locks, coaxing them into their usual sleek, swept-back style. You knew exactly how to tame those unruly strands, a small intimacy that few others witnessed. While you worked, you'd often chat, reviewing his schedule for the day – the ship launchings, the meetings with Galley-La foremen, the city planning discussions. He’d listen, sometimes offering a brief, thoughtful hum, or a quick comment about a particularly challenging project.

It was a quiet ritual, a moment of shared calm before the bustling demands of Water 7 claimed him. You weren't just fixing his hair; you were setting the tone for his day, ensuring that the man who led this vibrant, ever-moving city stepped out looking every bit the capable and respected figure he was. Once his hair was perfect, you’d adjust his collar, brush an invisible speck from his shoulder, and then, with a final, reassuring pat, you'd send him on his way, ready to face the ebb and flow of Water 7.

The quiet of the morning was different today. It pressed against you, a noticeable absence where his warmth should have been. You stretched out a hand, fingers brushing against the cool, empty space beside you. He wasn't there. Not completely abnormal, of course; Iceburg was a busy man, his days often dictated by the unpredictable tides of Water 7's affairs. But he always left a note. A hastily scribbled message on the bedside table, a small drawing, something. Or, at the very least, he'd wake you, a gentle nudge and a whispered "I'll be back before you know it."

This morning, there was nothing. A slight furrow appeared between your brows. A quick glance around the room confirmed it. No note, no sign of his hurried departure. Just the lingering scent of his cologne, a ghost of his presence that only amplified his absence. A sliver of unease began to creep in, a subtle discord in the usually harmonious melody of your mornings. You rose from the bed, a little slower than usual, a question mark hanging in the air. Where had he gone, and why hadn't he said goodbye?

The question of Iceburg's whereabouts lingered as you moved through your morning routine. A soft, white sundress seemed fitting for the day, its gentle fabric whispering against your skin as you pulled it on. You topped it with a wide-brimmed hat, a practical elegance to shield you from the Water 7 sun, which was already beginning to climb in the sky. As you prepared, you couldn't shake the feeling of something being slightly off.

Emerging from your home, you carried yourself with a quiet grace, a polite demeanor that was as much a part of you as the air you breathed. The people of Water 7 knew you, knew you were the wife of their mayor, the First Lady of their bustling city. Yet, they treated you with the same warmth and respect they offered any other citizen. Smiles greeted you as you walked, nods of acknowledgment, and the occasional friendly greeting. You preferred it that way. The lack of fanfare, the normalcy, was a comforting balm.

You found yourself drawn to a vendor, the vibrant colors of fresh fruits a welcome sight. The air was filled with the sweet scent of oranges, the tartness of lemons, and the earthy aroma of ripe melons. A soft smile graced your lips as you surveyed the selection, the simple act of choosing fruit a small pleasure in the midst of the morning's slight unease. You chatted amiably with the vendor, a kind, older woman with a warm smile and knowing eyes. The conversation was light, about the weather, the quality of the produce, the usual rhythms of Water 7 life. But beneath the surface, a subtle hum of worry still vibrated within you. Where was Iceburg?

As you picked out a particularly plump satsuma, a sudden cacophony erupted from down the street. It was a familiar sound in Water 7 – a crashing, clanging symphony of metal, shouting voices, and the distinct thump-thump-thump of heavy footsteps. Most of the market-goers barely flinched, continuing their haggling or strolling with an air of practiced indifference. You, too, remained unfazed.

A small sigh escaped your lips, not of annoyance, but of resignation. "The Franky Family, I presume?" you murmured to the fruit vendor, who merely rolled her eyes with a fond exasperation.

"Who else, dearie?" she chuckled, reaching for a canvas bag to hold your purchases. "Making their usual mess, those lot. Wonder what poor bounty head they're after today."

You offered a soft smile in return. This was Water 7, after all. The boisterous, often destructive, antics of the Franky Family were as much a part of the city's daily rhythm as the lapping of the canals against the docks. Before Franky joined the Straw Hats, before the world truly knew of his unique brand of chaos, his family's rambunctious methods of bounty hunting were a constant, albeit loud, fixture. You paid for your fruit, the paper bag cool against your fingers, and turned to leave, the distant commotion already fading into the background of the city's myriad sounds. Despite the noise, a faint ripple of unease still persisted within you. The ruckus was normal, yes, but Iceburg's unexplained absence still was not.

You continued your stroll, the gentle sway of your sundress a counterpoint to the busy energy of the street. The distant sounds of the Franky Family were fading, replaced by the shouts of vendors and the creak of passing boats. Suddenly, a sharp thwack! echoed just beside you, followed immediately by a tremendous SPLASH! that sent a spray of cool canal water misting over your arm.

You paused, turning your head towards the disturbance. Someone had evidently been flung into the water. In Water 7, such occurrences, while not daily, weren't entirely uncommon during a particularly lively brawl or a clumsy dockworker's misstep. You were about to resume your path, deeming it someone else’s problem, when your eyes caught a glimpse of flailing limbs. The struggle was genuine, not the playful splash of children.

Despite your pristine white dress, and the polite grace you carried, a deeper instinct took over. Without a moment's hesitation, you moved to the edge of the canal. The cool water lapped at your ankles, then swiftly climbed to your calves as you stepped in, the hem of your sundress immediately soaking up the moisture. Reaching out, you grabbed a thin, surprisingly rubbery arm, pulling with a strength that belied your delicate appearance.

With a grunt, you hauled a young man, clearly not much older than a boy, out of the murky water. He coughed, sputtering, and looked utterly bewildered. His eyes were wide, and a wide, goofy grin was already trying to break through his water-logged shock. Clutched in your other hand, having bobbed to the surface right beside him, was a rather distinctive straw hat, its brim slightly bent from the impact. You held it out to him, your own expression a mixture of concern and mild exasperation at the unexpected turn your morning had taken.

You released his arm, but your gaze remained fixed on him, a polite concern etched on your features. As he coughed out the last of the canal water, you instinctively leaned closer, just enough to discern the steady rhythm of his breathing. He was clearly alright, remarkably so, considering he'd just been unceremoniously dunked. His ease, almost immediate and unsettlingly cheerful despite the near-death experience, was... peculiar.

As he sputtered and wiped water from his face, you took a moment to observe him more closely. His clothes were damp, but simple, and he had that undeniable air of someone who lived life on the move. Definitely a traveler, you concluded, likely a recent arrival who'd somehow managed to draw the attention of the Franky Family. You sighed inwardly. It wouldn't be the first time Franky, Iceburg's adoptive brother – though their relationship was anything but close, a stark contrast to the easy bond you shared with your own husband – had caused trouble for unsuspecting visitors.

Before you could offer any further words of caution or ask if he was truly well, the young man flashed a wide, toothy grin that seemed to split his face. "Shishishi! Thanks, fancy lady!" he chirped, his voice surprisingly bright. With a boundless energy that seemed to defy the recent dunking, he practically pounced to his feet, shaking off the remaining water like a wet dog, completely unconcerned by the dampness of your dress or the potential for a chill. He reached out and snatched his straw hat from your hand, already placing it firmly back on his head as if nothing untoward had happened at all.

You watched him with a mixture of amusement and lingering concern as he bounced on the balls of his feet, entirely unfazed. "Are you quite alright, young man?" you asked, your voice soft but clear, your hand still instinctively hovering near him, ready to steady him should he suddenly lose his footing. The soft smile remained on your lips, though a tiny crease of worry still sat between your brows. "You took quite a tumble. I'd hate for you to catch a chill. If you'll permit me, I'd be happy to buy you some dry clothes."

He tilted his head, his wide, dark eyes blinking at you. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine!" he declared, dismissing your concern with a wave of his hand. His grin widened, displaying a carefree innocence. "I'm always fine! Thanks for the offer, fancy lady, but I don't need any new clothes. I'm strong!"

You chuckled, a light, melodic sound. "I can see that," you conceded, a hint of admiration in your tone. "But even strong people can get sick. And what is your name, young man? Mine is Y/N." You offered a small, polite curtsy, despite the dampness of your dress.

"Monkey D. Luffy!" he announced, his chest puffing out slightly with pride, before quickly following it with a booming "And I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!"

You blinked, a small, elegant laugh escaping you. King of the Pirates. What a wonderfully audacious dream for such a young, unburdened soul. "Well, Monkey D. Luffy," you replied, a genuine smile now gracing your face, the earlier worry momentarily forgotten in the face of his boundless enthusiasm. "It's a pleasure to meet you. And I can see you have big ambitions."

Despite your refined grace and his wild, untamed energy, an unexpected ease settled between you two. Your polite inquiries and his blunt, honest declarations somehow complemented each other. You found yourself oddly charmed by his straightforwardness, and he seemed entirely unbothered by your more composed demeanor.

"You're soaking wet, Luffy," you reiterated gently, your gaze lingering on the still-dripping fabric of his shorts. "And you must be hungry after all that… excitement. Please, let me at least buy you some food. And really, a change of clothes would do you good. Even the King of the Pirates needs to stay warm, doesn't he?" You gestured vaguely towards the bustling street, a silent invitation to find a warm, dry place. The morning's concern about Iceburg hadn't vanished entirely, but for now, the sheer, vibrant presence of Monkey D. Luffy filled the space.

You led Luffy to a bustling eatery nestled among the canals, its savory aromas spilling out onto the street. The place was lively, filled with the clatter of dishes and the murmur of conversation, but the moment you stepped inside, the cook, a burly man with a flour-dusted apron, greeted you with a respectful nod. "Lady Y/N! Good to see you."

You offered him a polite smile before turning to your companion. "What would you like to eat, Luffy?" you asked, anticipating his answer even before the words left your lips.

"MEAT!" he bellowed, his eyes already sparkling with unadulterated hunger, completely oblivious to the sudden lull in conversation his volume caused.

You chuckled, shaking your head fondly. "Meat it is, then," you confirmed to the cook. "Could you please prepare a good, hearty portion for this young man? Something to truly soothe a sea-faring stomach."

The cook grinned, used to your thoughtful requests. "Right away, Lady Y/N!" he replied, already turning to his grill.

Luffy, however, had already drifted into a world of his own. His eyes were wide and fixated on the kitchen, a faint drool at the corner of his mouth as the scent of sizzling meat began to waft through the air. The polite exchange between you and the cook, the recognition of your status, all of it sailed right over his straw-hatted head. All he could see, all he could smell, all he could think about, was the promise of succulent meat.

The sizzling platter of meat, piled high and steaming, was set before Luffy. His eyes lit up like beacons, and without a moment's hesitation, he snatched a large piece, tearing into it with gusto. You watched him, a soft, contented smile on your face, the warmth of his simple joy infectious.

"Here," you said, gently offering him the platter. "We can eat as we walk. There's another shop nearby I think would have something suitable for you to change into."

Luffy merely grunted in agreement, his mouth full, already halfway through his first piece. You rose from your seat, picking up the platter for him to continue devouring as you prepared to exit the eatery.

Just as you reached the doorway, the scent of his perfectly cooked meat still lingering in the air, a blur of motion and a sharp intake of breath caught your attention. A man with strikingly blonde hair, impeccably dressed, had just entered. His eyes, which had initially been scanning the room with a practiced air, suddenly landed on you.

In an instant, his entire demeanor transformed. His posture straightened, a dreamy, almost reverent expression blossomed on his face, and he practically glided towards you, a perfect gentlemanly bow already in motion.

"Ah, ma chérie!" he crooned, his voice dripping with an almost theatrical adoration. "Such exquisite beauty gracing this humble establishment! May I be so bold as to inquire what brings a goddess such as yourself to our mere mortal fare?" He was Sanji, undeniably, already in full "lady mode," completely ignoring the meat-devouring, still-damp young man at your side, his entire focus consumed by your presence.

Sanji, with a flourish, gently took your hand, his head bowing low. His lips, surprisingly soft, brushed against your knuckles in a gesture of exaggerated gallantry. You felt a flicker of surprise; it had been years since anyone in Water 7 had dared such an intimate, unsolicited gesture. This, you instantly surmised, was another newcomer, completely unaware of the subtle boundaries that even the most boisterous citizens observed around the Mayor's wife. No one who truly knew the undercurrent of respect, or perhaps even a hint of fear, surrounding your connection to Iceburg would ever dream of such a direct, personal approach.

A soft, almost imperceptible chuckle escaped your lips, a sound of gentle amusement rather than offense. With an effortless grace, you gently, almost imperceptibly, pulled your hand free from his light grasp.

"My apologies, good sir," you said, your voice calm and polite, as you gestured towards the young man beside you, who was still vigorously working on his platter of meat. "I was merely seeing to this young man. He took an unfortunate spill into the canal earlier, and I felt it only proper to ensure he was well fed and warm."

You hadn't even considered that the two might know each other. Water 7 was a large port, filled with countless new faces every day.

"SANJI!" Luffy suddenly roared, his mouth still full, a piece of meat visibly dangling from his lips. He pointed at the blonde-haired man with his free hand. "That's my cook!"

The words, though garbled, were unmistakable. Your eyes widened slightly, darting between the immaculately dressed Sanji, whose romantic gaze now flickered to the meat-stuffed Luffy with a mix of exasperation and affection, and the oblivious boy himself. His cook? The implication was clear: these two were not just acquaintances. They were companions. And given Luffy's earlier declaration, "King of the Pirates," it could only mean one thing. They were pirates.

Your calm demeanor remained undisturbed. The revelation that they were pirates didn't faze you in the slightest. Water 7 thrived on its shipbuilding industry; pirates, marines, merchants – everyone passed through its bustling docks. You’d seen countless crews, good and bad, pass through the city over the years. And these two, despite their unconventional introduction and Luffy’s loud pronouncements, didn't seem to possess any malicious intent. A boisterous, perhaps even foolish, pair, but not inherently threatening.

"Oh," you murmured, a faint, knowing smile playing on your lips as you finally connected the dots. "So you two know each other, then. And you're... a cook, you say?" You directed the last part to Sanji, a hint of curiosity in your gaze.

Sanji, meanwhile, was in a state of utter disarray, his suave facade crumbling into disbelief. His eyes darted between your elegant form and Luffy, who was still happily munching on his meat, oblivious to the existential crisis he was causing his cook. A goddess, an angel, a woman of such ethereal beauty and grace, he thought, actually speaking to... to him? And not only speaking to him, but being in the company of his uncouth, perpetually hungry captain, who was, at this very moment, demonstrating the table manners of a wild beast. The injustice! The sheer audacity of fate! A vision like you, even batting an eye at Luffy, was a shock to his very core. His perfectly coiffed eyebrow twitched, caught between his chivalrous adoration for you and his simmering exasperation with his captain.

You observed Sanji's flustered reaction, a subtle flicker of amusement in your eyes. He seemed genuinely distressed, a comical contrast to his earlier smooth demeanor. Being the gracious hostess you were, and seeing that he was clearly associated with the young man you were helping, you extended your invitation.

"Since you two are clearly acquainted," you said, a warm, inviting smile gracing your lips, "perhaps you'd care to join us? I was just about to take Luffy here to a shop to find him some dry clothes." You paused, then added, with a gentle tilt of your head, "And perhaps," your gaze sweeping over Sanji's impeccable but likely well-worn suit, "if you're a friend of his, you might also find something you like. After all, a proper cook should always look his best, shouldn't he?"

Sanji's eyes, already wide with adoration, practically bugged out of his head. To be invited by such an angel! To shop with her! The thought was almost too much for his romantic heart to bear. He sputtered, caught between the overwhelming joy of your invitation and the sudden, horrifying realization that this would mean spending more time in the presence of his utterly uncouth captain, who was currently letting out a satisfied burp. But the call of a lady's kindness, especially your kindness, was irresistible.

Luffy, meanwhile, had finally finished his platter of meat, letting out another contented "Shishishi!" He looked up, chewing thoughtfully. "More meat, Sanji?" he asked, completely missing the delicate social dance unfolding around him.

You began to move, a vision of calm and effortless grace as you glided out of the restaurant and onto the bustling street, the sunlight catching the soft fabric of your dress. Luffy, now unburdened by his meat, followed your lead with an almost childlike obedience, already looking eager for the next step.

"First, let's get you some dry clothes, hm?" you said, your voice a gentle murmur, primarily directed at Luffy but clearly meant for Sanji's ears as well. "Then, perhaps, after you're warm and comfortable, we can find you more food. I imagine a growing boy like yourself could always eat." Your words were a soft invitation, your expectation that Sanji would simply fall in step with you and Luffy clear in your posture and the slight, encouraging glance you offered over your shoulder.

Sanji, still reeling from the angelic presence and the sheer audacity of his captain, practically stumbled out after you. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions – the indignity of Luffy's public display, the overwhelming beauty of your invitation, the chance to be in your divine presence. He snapped out of his daze just enough to realize you were already walking away, and with a swift, almost frantic motion, he fell into step, trailing respectfully behind you and Luffy, his adoration for you already battling fiercely with his usual exasperation for his captain.

The walk to the nearby clothing shop was pleasant, the afternoon sun warm on your skin. The bustling energy of Water 7 surrounded you, but your little group moved through it as if in a small, self-contained bubble. Luffy, still munching on the last vestiges of his meat, seemed utterly content. Sanji, though following, was a whirlwind of inner turmoil and outward composure, his eyes occasionally darting to you with a mixture of awe and bewilderment.

You decided to break the comfortable silence, your voice gentle. "So," you began, directing your question generally to both of them, "what made you both leave the sea and become pirates? It's quite a life, from what I hear."

Luffy, after swallowing a particularly large bite, answered instantly. "Adventure! And I wanna be King of the Pirates! And find the One Piece!" His ambition was laid bare, simple and absolute.

Sanji, however, took a more reflective, albeit still dramatic, tone. "Ah, ma petite fleur," he sighed, looking up at the sky. "A man must follow his heart's calling, must he not? To find the All Blue, to be among beautiful ladies and create the most exquisite cuisine... That is my path." He then glanced sidelong at Luffy, a flicker of exasperation crossing his face. "Though perhaps not always with the most... refined company."

As they spoke, Sanji, ever the observant one, noticed something subtle. Shopkeepers waved, people on the street offered genuine, warm smiles, and even the often gruff shipwrights nodded respectfully as you passed. There was a quiet reverence in their eyes, an appreciation that went beyond mere politeness.

"So, my angel," Sanji began, his voice lowered slightly, his gaze sweeping over the friendly faces you encountered, "you're quite popular around here, aren't you?"

You offered a small, knowing smile, your gaze sweeping over the familiar faces of your city. "Something like that," you replied, a hint of understatement in your tone. The truth was far more complex than simple popularity, but it wasn't a story you felt the need to share with new acquaintances over a casual stroll.

You pushed open the door to a large, well-stocked clothing store, the scent of new fabric and a subtle hint of sea salt filling the air. "Please," you said, gesturing expansively to the racks and shelves filled with garments. "Pick out whatever you like. We'll ensure it's suitable for your travels."

Luffy's eyes lit up, already scanning for something that looked comfortable, while Sanji's expression remained fixed on you, though his thoughts were clearly still on your captivating presence.

Before either of them could truly dive into the selection, a familiar, distinctly exasperated voice, sharp and clear, cut through the general hum of the store. "But it says right here, on the back of this flyer! 'Two-for-one on all new arrivals with coupon code SHIPMATE!' Don't tell me you don't honor your own promotions!"

Sanji's head snapped up, his eyes widening. "Nami-swan!" he gasped, his previous adoration for you momentarily eclipsed by the appearance of another beautiful woman from his crew. He was already gliding, almost floating, towards the source of the voice, a dizzying array of hearts practically emanating from him.

"Nami!" Luffy yelled, his voice equally delighted, abandoning his meat-platter-holding mission to follow Sanji. "That's our navigator!"

You watched, a touch of bewilderment flickering in your eyes, as the two pirates, whom you'd only just met, rushed towards a young woman with vibrant orange hair, who was indeed engaged in a spirited debate with a flustered cashier. With a soft smile, still slightly confused but intrigued by the sudden reunion, you followed them, curious to meet the rest of this unusual crew. Luffy, true to his word, quickly introduced you. "Hey Nami! This is Y/N! She pulled me out of the water and she's buying us clothes!"

Nami, still mid-sentence with the cashier, paused, turning her head. Her sharp, intelligent eyes took you in, noting your elegant dress and serene demeanor, a mixture of surprise and calculation briefly crossing her features. You, in turn, offered a warm, polite smile to the bright-haired navigator, the morning continuing its unexpected, fascinating trajectory.

The cashier, already flustered by Nami's sharp negotiating tactics, visibly stiffened and began to stammer when his gaze fell upon you. His face, already a shade of anxious red, deepened further as he recognized you. He fumbled with the register, his eyes wide with a mix of respect and trepidation.

You observed the scene with calm composure, your soft smile unwavering as you looked from the determined navigator to the clearly overwhelmed cashier. It was a familiar dance in Water 7: the shrewd shopper, the weary merchant. Without a word, you reached into your small, elegant purse. Your fingers closed around a familiar card – one that spoke volumes about your identity without needing a single uttered title.

"Here," you said, extending it towards the cashier, your voice gentle but firm. "Please, take this. I'll pay for whatever these people wish to purchase. And perhaps," you added, a subtle hint of kindness in your eyes, "we can find a resolution to this coupon matter that satisfies everyone."

Nami's jaw dropped ever so slightly. Her argument with the cashier, which had been so fierce moments before, died on her lips. She stared at the card, then at your serene face, a mixture of shock and dawning delight spreading across her features. It wasn't every day a complete stranger, let alone a woman of your obvious stature, stepped in to solve her financial squabbles with such effortless generosity.

You stood patiently by the counter, a picture of tranquil observation, as the newly expanded group of pirates descended upon the clothing store. It was quite a spectacle.

Luffy, true to form, wasn't actually picking anything. Instead, he was a whirlwind of pure, unadulterated excitement, zipping between racks and calling out, "Shishishi! Thank you, fancy lady! So much stuff!" His appreciation was loud and entirely genuine, if not particularly focused on acquiring specific garments.

Sanji was a vibrant storm of sartorial enthusiasm and unabashed flirtation. He moved with a dancer's grace, pulling out various outfits, holding them up, and then turning to you with dramatic flair. "Oh, my exquisite patroness! You possess the generosity of a thousand suns! How can I ever repay such divine benevolence?" He'd then dissolve into a series of compliments, each one more flowery than the last, his gratitude almost overshadowed by his romantic overtures.

And then there was Nami. The navigator, having quickly overcome her initial surprise, was a force of nature. With an almost predatory gleam in her eyes, she wasn't just Browse the racks; she was systematically clearing them. Shirts, dresses, scarves, shoes – everything that caught her eye, everything that looked remotely useful or valuable, was swiftly gathered into an overflowing pile. "Thank you, Y/N!" she chirped, giving you a quick, appreciative wink as she added another armful of merchandise to her growing bounty.

Despite the chaos and the unbridled enthusiasm, you maintained your soft smile. It was certainly an eventful day. As Nami continued her efficient plundering, a small, genuine question formed in her mind, one that she couldn't help but voice, though it was almost lost amidst the flurry of fabric and pirate exuberance. "Though, if you don't mind me asking," Nami paused, finally looking at you with a slightly more serious, though still appreciative, expression, "who exactly are you?"

You offered Nami a serene, almost secretive smile. "Oh, just a resident of Water 7," you replied, your voice soft and unassuming, as if your life were as ordinary as any other citizen's. You didn't elaborate, didn't hint at the grand house you shared with Iceburg, or the subtle power you wielded through influence and connection. Your identity was your own to reveal, and for now, a simple resident was all they needed to know.

Nami, ever pragmatic, seemed to accept the answer without pushing further, her attention already returning to the mountainous pile of clothes she was acquiring.

As if on cue, the pirates began converging on the counter. Luffy, finally done exploring, sauntered over, still radiating boundless energy. Sanji, ever the gentleman, presented his selections with a flourish, showering you with compliments. And Nami, with impressive efficiency, simply began piling her accumulated treasures onto the counter.

The poor cashier, already a nervous wreck, seemed to shrink further behind the register. His hands trembled slightly as he began scanning the mountain of items, the electronic beeps of the scanner a rapid-fire testament to Nami's thoroughness. He didn't dare question, didn't dare complain; he simply scanned, his eyes darting between the overwhelming pile of goods and your calm, elegant presence, knowing better than to cross Lady Y/N.

A few minutes later, the group emerged from the clothing store, the afternoon sun now a little lower in the sky. The sight was, in a word, memorable. Sanji, despite his earlier declarations of needing new clothes himself, was now utterly laden. Nami, with a triumphant smirk, had offloaded every single one of her numerous shopping bags onto him, a veritable tower of fabric and paper clutched in his arms. He grumbled under his breath, but the moment his eyes landed on you, his complaints vanished.

You, ever gracious, offered to help. "Here, let me take some of those," you offered gently, reaching out a hand towards one of the precariously balanced bags.

Sanji, however, recoiled dramatically, a theatrical gasp escaping his lips. "Never, my radiant muse!" he declared, swaying slightly under the weight. "To allow such divine hands to be burdened with these earthly wares would be a crime against beauty itself! These bags are but feathers when carried for the pleasure of such an angel!" He managed a shaky bow, almost toppling over in the process.

You simply offered him a soft, understanding smile, a small shake of your head. His exaggerated chivalry was charming, in its own way. It was clear he wouldn't part with his self-imposed burden for anything. Luffy, meanwhile, had already bounded ahead, probably sniffing out the next source of food.

The destination, for now, was indeed unknown, merely a gentle meandering through the vibrant streets of Water 7. You walked at a leisurely pace, the gentle hum of the city a constant backdrop. Luffy, now free of his meat platter, was skipping ahead, full of restless energy. Sanji, still impressively laden with Nami's shopping, trailed a respectful, though slightly strained, distance behind you, while Nami walked alongside him, occasionally adjusting a bag.

"So," you began, your voice carrying easily in the afternoon air, "since you're all travelers, what brings you to Water 7? Is it just a stop on your journey?"

Luffy, overhearing, immediately piped up without turning around. "We're fixing the Going Merry!" he shouted back, his voice cheerful and straightforward.

Nami sighed, a touch of weariness entering her tone. "That's our ship," she clarified for your benefit, rubbing her temples slightly. "But... it's really, really broken. We're hoping Galley-La can help us." The unspoken worry about the severity of their ship's damage hung in the air, a stark contrast to Luffy's blithe announcement.

You sensed the shift in the atmosphere, the faint shadow of worry that had just touched Nami's voice. The mood, however subtly, was beginning to dip. It was a familiar pattern with visitors to Water 7, the initial wonder giving way to the grim reality of ship repair. You moved to lighten it, your presence a calming balm.

"Galley-La is truly the best in the world," you reassured them, your voice soft and melodious, like the gentle lapping of waves against the city's foundations. "If anyone can fix your ship, it's them. They possess an unparalleled skill and a deep understanding of every timber and nail. Rest assured, your 'Going Merry' will be in the most capable hands imaginable." Your words were sweet, full of a quiet confidence, and delivered with an elegance that seemed to make the very air around you sparkle.

Sanji, who had been listening intently, let out a choked sound. His face flushed crimson, and he quickly brought his bag-laden hands up to cover his nose, mumbling incoherently. "Such an angel… the very sound of her voice… a serenade to the soul… too beautiful…" His usual exaggerated declarations were muffled, lost in the sheer overwhelming effect of your comforting presence. Nami rolled her eyes, but a faint, appreciative smile touched her lips, clearly reassured by your calm certainty.

"Perhaps," you began, sensing the lighter mood had firmly taken hold, "the best way to truly see your ship is to visit her at Galley-La. We can go there now, if you'd like. I'm sure they'll be able to give you a full assessment." Your words set a new course, your next destination now clear.

As you spoke, guiding them subtly towards the grand Galley-La headquarters, there was a sudden, jarring impact. A rough, solid form, accompanied by the faint clink of metal, slammed into your side. Your balance, usually so poised, gave way instantly, and with a gasp, you found yourself falling, the white sundress rustling as you tumbled to the stone pavement.

Sanji, who had been trailing just behind you, let out a guttural roar that instantly banished all traces of his lovesick demeanor. He dropped Nami's bags with a resounding thud, his eyes blazing with incandescent fury as he spun towards the culprit.

"You've got to be kidding me! Moss Head?!" he shrieked, his voice laced with venom, his entire being radiating murderous intent. "You clumsy, green-haired bastard! How dare you lay a single filthy hand on this angel, you absolute disgrace to humanity!"

Before Sanji could fully launch himself, Luffy's cheerful voice cut through the sudden tension. "Zoro!" he yelled, a wide grin spreading across his face, entirely oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

Nami, however, reacted with a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes widened in alarm as she saw you on the ground, then narrowed dangerously at the green-haired swordsman now standing awkwardly a few feet away. "Zoro, you idiot!" she hissed, a hand flying to her mouth in shock. "What did you do?!"

The people on the bustling street, who moments before had been merely going about their day, froze. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Their smiles vanished, replaced by expressions of utter shock, then quickly, raw anger and profound disbelief. Their gazes, usually so welcoming towards you, now fixated on the green-haired man, radiating a chilling intensity. It was a look far deeper than mere annoyance at a clumsy pirate; it was a silent, furious condemnation, a testament to just how deeply you were revered in Water 7, and how unforgivable they considered the act of seeing you fall.

The Straw Hats exchanged bewildered glances. Why were these people looking at them like that? Like they'd just committed some unspeakable crime, far worse than merely being pirates. The sheer intensity of the crowd's anger, directed solely at Zoro for such a seemingly minor bump, was baffling. They had no idea of the quiet reverence the citizens held for you, the unspoken understanding of your connection to the very heart of their city.

You, meanwhile, had already begun to gracefully recover. With a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, you pushed yourself up, brushing off the dampness and imaginary dust from your white sundress with a calm, elegant hand. You offered a small, reassuring smile to the alarmed crowd, a gesture that immediately softened some of the tension.

"Ah, my apologies," you said, your voice gentle and clear, carrying easily to the still-staring onlookers. "That was partially my fault; I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm quite alright, though." Your words were a balm, instantly soothing the agitated air.

You then turned your attention to the green-haired swordsman, who stood with a mix of sheepishness and slight confusion. "You must be on Luffy's crew then?" you inquired, your gaze polite and steady.

Luffy, ever the oblivious and proud captain, burst into a boisterous laugh. "Shishishi! Yeah, that's my swordsman, Zoro!" he chirped, entirely missing the lingering stares and the subtle tension that still hummed in the air.

"Oh, you're a swordsman, how wonderful!" you said, your voice carrying a genuine note of appreciation. You looked at Zoro with an almost academic interest, completely unbothered by his earlier clumsiness. "I've always found such grace in the art of swordsmanship. There's a certain elegance to the blade, isn't there?"

Zoro, unaccustomed to such a gentle and appreciative reaction, merely grunted, a faint surprise flickering in his eyes.

"We were just heading to Galley-La to see how the Going Merry is doing," you continued, turning slightly to include him in your serene invitation. "Perhaps you'd like to join us? It would be good to assess the situation of your ship together."

Luffy, now fully aware that the crew was reuniting, let out another joyous laugh and bounded over to Zoro, clapping him on the back. "Come on, Zoro! Y/N's super nice! She bought us clothes and food!"

As the group resumed its walk, the initial fury in the crowd slowly began to dissipate, replaced by lingering stares and a palpable sense of caution. People still watched the Straw Hats with narrowed eyes, especially Zoro, a collective unease radiating from them. The intensity was undeniable, far more profound than any simple dislike for pirates. But as you continued to walk, your calm, dignified presence at their side seemed to act as a silent shield, slowly, reluctantly, persuading the citizens to return to their daily routines, though not without casting a final, lingering glare at the green-haired swordsman who had dared to cause you to fall.

The walk to Galley-La was filled with the usual Water 7 sounds – the creak of timber, the distant clang of hammers, the cries of vendors. The glares from the public slowly subsided as you continued, your composed presence seeming to diffuse the lingering tension. Sanji still bristled whenever he caught a particularly hard stare aimed at Zoro, but he kept his focus largely on you.

"So," you began, your voice light and conversational, "is it just the four of you on this journey? Or are there others in your crew?"

Luffy, ever eager to talk about his nakama, immediately lit up. "Nope! There's Usopp, our sniper! He's super brave! And Robin, she's our archaeologist! She's really quiet but super smart!"

Nami nodded, adding her own pragmatic descriptions. "Usopp's a bit of a coward, but he's got a great aim. And Robin... she's very helpful with navigation and history." She shot a quick glance at Luffy. "And then there's Chopper, our doctor! He's a reindeer!"

Sanji, meanwhile, took the opportunity to lean in slightly, carrying his burden of bags with surprising ease. "Ah, but none, my angel, could compare to the exquisite beauty and grace of a lady such as yourself," he murmured, completely ignoring the descriptions of his fellow crewmates. "To have you sail with us would be a dream come true!"

Zoro, walking a few paces behind, merely grunted. He was probably already wondering if Galley-La had a good place for a nap.

You chuckled softly at Sanji's persistent flattery, and at the diverse picture painted by Luffy and Nami. "A sniper, an archaeologist, and a doctor who's a reindeer," you mused aloud, a genuine smile playing on your lips. "Your crew sounds quite fascinating, Luffy. A true testament to the variety of life on the Grand Line." You made a mental note of the names, already feeling a strange fondness for these boisterous, unique pirates who had so unexpectedly stumbled into your day.

You arrived at the sprawling complex of Galley-La Company, a colossal testament to Water 7's shipbuilding prowess. The air here was thick with the scent of sawdust, tar, and hot metal, a symphony of hammers, drills, and the shouts of shipwrights. It was a rough, industrial environment, a place of immense power and practical grit.

The Straw Hats, having just left the more refined ambiance of the shops and market, immediately noticed the stark contrast. Yet, you walked through it all with the same gentle grace and serene composure you had displayed in your own home. Your soft white dress, now slightly dampened and subtly wrinkled, seemed entirely at odds with the grimy, hardworking backdrop, yet you moved as if you belonged here, as if this cacophony was merely background music.

What truly caught their attention, however, was the reaction of the Galley-La workers. Rough-hewn shipwrights, their faces smudged with grease and sweat, paused their work to offer you respectful nods and warm, genuine smiles. Foremen, bustling with authority, would momentarily halt their instructions, their eyes softening as you passed, a quiet "Lady Y/N" often murmured under their breath. They treated you with a deference that went far beyond mere politeness for a civilian. It was the way one might treat a trusted, beloved figure, someone with inherent authority.

Luffy, ever the least observant, simply grinned and waved back at anyone who smiled at him, oblivious to the deeper meaning. Nami, however, narrowed her eyes slightly, a flicker of shrewd curiosity in her gaze. Sanji, momentarily forgetting his amorous declarations, stared, his brow furrowed in thought. Even Zoro, usually detached, couldn't help but notice the collective shift in the workers' demeanor. The way everyone seemed to acknowledge you, the quiet reverence in their eyes, the undeniable comfort with which you moved through this industrial behemoth—it was as if you almost owned the place. And in a way they couldn't yet comprehend, you almost did.

You chuckled softly, a light, melodious sound that seemed to smooth over the awkwardness of Luffy's observation. Turning back to Kaku, you offered him a charming smile. "Funny ones, aren't they?" you mused, a hint of fond exasperation in your tone.

Kaku, however, seemed to suddenly snap back to a more serious reality. His gaze, which had momentarily softened under your presence, flickered to the Straw Hat Pirates, and then, a faint memory seemed to register in his mind – the battered ship, the unmistakable Jolly Roger they flew. His expression hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked back at you, a subtle warning in his voice.

"Lady Y/N," he began, his tone now grave, "you're aware they're pirates, aren't you? I'm sure your husband wouldn't approve of you... associating with such individuals."

Your smile remained, but a subtle, almost imperceptible shift occurred in your demeanor. Your eyes, usually so soft, gained a steely glint, and your posture straightened, radiating a quiet, unyielding authority.

"Well, Kaku," you replied, your voice still gentle, but with an underlying current of firm resolve, "my husband doesn't control my life. And," you added, leaning in just slightly, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "he doesn't need to know about all my little adventures, does he?" You finished with a charming, knowing wink.

Sanji, who had been listening with rapt attention, completely crumbled. "HUSBAND?!" he shrieked, his voice cracking, the bags still clutched in his hands. His entire being seemed to shatter into a million pieces, his face draining of all color.

Nami, standing beside him, looked utterly bewildered. "Husband? What husband? What the hell is going on?" Her gaze darted between your serene, knowing smile and Kaku's suddenly tense expression, then to Sanji's meltdown, trying desperately to piece together the unfolding enigma. Luffy, of course, remained oblivious, probably still wondering about the man who looked like Usopp.

You turned, a brief, minimal explanation already forming on your lips to appease Nami's confusion and Sanji's utter despair. But before you could utter a single word, a familiar, deep voice cut through the clamor of the shipyard.

"Sir!" Kaku exclaimed, snapping to attention, his previous sternness immediately replaced with deference.

Your head snapped up, your eyes widening slightly in surprise. Standing not far off, moving with a practiced ease through the shipyard, was Iceburg himself. He was already looking in your direction, a gentle smile gracing his features as he approached. Behind him, just a few paces away, was his assistant, Kalifa, her strict, professional demeanor perfectly in place. You felt an immediate, familiar clench in your stomach. Kalifa was always so close to him, her presence a constant, low-level irritation. You couldn't shake the feeling she was constantly flirting with him, despite his seemingly oblivious nature.

"Hey, darling," Iceburg said, his voice warm and affectionate as he reached you, his gaze sweeping over the collection of bewildered pirates. "What are you doing here, hm? And who are your… new friends?"

Sanji, who had just begun to recover from the "husband" revelation, let out another strangled gasp, looking from your calm face to Iceburg, then back to you, his eyes wide with horror and realization. Nami's jaw dropped, her confusion now deepening into bewildered shock. The pieces of the puzzle were finally, dramatically, falling into place for them. Luffy, however, simply offered Iceburg a wide, friendly grin.

The bewildered expressions on Nami and Sanji's faces were priceless. Their eyes darted from Iceburg's calm, familiar presence to your serene face, the pieces of your identity clicking into place with a resounding, internal clang. Luffy, however, simply offered Iceburg a wide, friendly grin, completely unfazed. Zoro, too, merely observed, his usual detached expression unchanging.

"Hey, baby," you replied, your voice softening with genuine affection as you stepped closer to Iceburg. You leaned in swiftly, pressing a quick, familiar kiss to his cheek. "I met them earlier in town. They're quite funny, actually." You glanced at the Straw Hats with a soft, inviting smile.

"Hello, Lady Y/N," Kalifa interjected smoothly from beside Iceburg, her voice impeccably polite, though her expression remained perfectly neutral.

You shot Kalifa a quick, sharp glare, a flash of coldness in your eyes that vanished as quickly as it appeared, before you offered a curt, almost imperceptible nod in return. "Hello, Kalifa."

Turning back to your husband, you continued, your tone shifting to a more business-like, yet still gentle, explanation. "We were just coming to ask Kaku about their ship. They brought it in earlier, the Going Merry, and it seems to be in quite a state."

You finally posed the question that had been lingering in your mind since you woke. As you pulled away from your quick kiss, your hand still gently resting on his arm, you looked up at him, a soft smile curving your lips. "Honey," you began, your voice a gentle murmur, "where were you this morning? I woke up and you were already gone."

Iceburg's expression remained calm, but his eyes held a subtle, unreadable depth. "Sorry, sweetheart," he replied, his hand briefly covering yours. "Something came up that I had to handle immediately. We can discuss it later."

You simply nodded, accepting his answer without pushing. You knew his demanding schedule, and sometimes his work truly did necessitate abrupt departures.

The tension, however, was suddenly shattered by Nami's gasp, her eyes wide as she stared at you, then at Iceburg. "Your... your married to the MAYOR?!" she exclaimed, the realization hitting her like a tidal wave.

Sanji, who had been listening with a mixture of horror and renewed despair, immediately chimed in, managing to pull himself together enough to deliver his usual line. "Honestly, Lady Y/N, with all due respect to the Mayor, you could certainly do far better. A woman of your unparalleled beauty and grace deserves nothing less than the most devoted, most passionate..."

Iceburg's gentle expression vanished instantly. His gaze snapped to Sanji, a cold, hard glare replacing his usual warmth. It was a look that promised unpleasant consequences, a silent but potent warning that cut through Sanji's usual bluster, causing even the lovestruck cook to flinch back slightly. Luffy, oblivious as ever, just tilted his head, wondering what all the fuss was about.

You, sensing the sudden chill in the air from Iceburg's glare, smoothly stepped in, guiding the conversation back to the matter at hand. "Oh!" you said, a soft, polite note of urgency in your voice, as if remembering a task. You turned to Kaku, your gaze then sweeping to Luffy with a warm, encouraging smile. "Luffy's ship, the Going Merry. Kaku, how is it? When should it be repaired?"

Kaku, still holding Iceburg's intense gaze for a moment, then shifted his attention to you, his professional demeanor returning, though tinged with a visible solemnity. He cleared his throat.

"Lady Y/N," he began, his voice surprisingly gentle, considering the gravity of his words. "The ship has been thoroughly inspected. I regret to inform you that... the Going Merry cannot be repaired. The keel, it's fractured beyond any viable means of restoration. She's broken."

The words hung in the air, heavy and final. Luffy's bright smile faltered. His eyes, which moments before had been sparkling with anticipation, now held a bewildered, almost childish disbelief. "Huh?" he mumbled, as if he hadn't quite heard correctly. "No... no, that's not right. The Merry's fine! She's sailed through so much! She can't be... she can't be broken." He shook his head, a desperate denial clouding his features, utterly unwilling to accept the devastating truth.

The air in the bustling shipyard, once filled with the mundane sounds of work, seemed to thicken, pressing down on the Straw Hat crew. The mood, which had moments ago been lightened by your presence and their reunion, plummeted into a heavy, suffocating silence. A ship, for pirates, was more than just transportation; it was home, a sanctuary, a steadfast companion through storms and battles, a living entity that carried their dreams. To hear it was beyond repair was akin to hearing a dire prognosis for a loved one.

Luffy’s initial disbelief hardened into something raw and painful. "No," he repeated, louder this time, his voice lacking its usual cheerful ring. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his bright eyes, usually full of adventure, now clouded with a desperate stubbornness. "The Merry always pulls through! You're lying! She just needs a good repair!" The thought of abandoning her, of her not being able to sail with them, was clearly an alien concept to him.

Nami's face went pale. Her earlier exasperation with Luffy's antics vanished, replaced by a profound grief. Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes welled up, though she quickly blinked back the tears. The reality of their situation – the logistical nightmare, the immense financial burden of a new ship, and the heartbreaking loss of their beloved Merry – crashed down on her. "Broken... beyond repair?" she whispered, the words barely audible. "But... but she's our home!"

Sanji, who had been focused on his personal melodrama, snapped out of it with brutal speed. His jaw tightened, and he glared at Kaku, a dangerous edge returning to his voice. "What do you mean, 'broken beyond repair,' you long-nosed bastard?! You're the best shipwrights in the world! You have to fix her!" His hands, still full of shopping bags, trembled with barely suppressed fury.

Zoro, usually stoic, shifted his weight. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of one of his swords, though he didn't draw it. His eyes, usually sharp and challenging, were shadowed, a grim determination hardening his features. He didn't speak, but his silent, simmering anger was a palpable force. The ship was their lifeline, their constant. To hear it was gone… it was a blow that even he felt deeply.

You watched them, your earlier casual amusement replaced by a profound empathy. You had seen their bond with their ship in their reactions, felt the immediate shift in their vibrant energy to this crushing despair. You knew the weight of a ship to those who called the sea home. Iceburg, beside you, remained silent, his expression somber, a silent acknowledgment of the pain Kaku's words had inflicted. Kaku, too, looked genuinely regretful, burdened by the task of delivering such devastating news.

You gently eased your hand from Iceburg's arm, the warmth of his presence a silent anchor you momentarily detached from. Your gaze was solely on the distraught crew before you. Their pain, so raw and palpable, was a universal language you understood intimately, living in a city whose very soul was built on these magnificent vessels. You knew ships were more than wood and canvas; they held dreams, carried lives, and weathered every storm alongside their crew.

You stepped towards them, your movements fluid and calming, your white dress a soft contrast to the industrial grit around you. Your voice, when you spoke, was a quiet balm, imbued with a deep understanding of the sea and the vessels that braved it.

"A ship," you began softly, your gaze sweeping over each of their pained faces, "is a living thing. She grows with her crew, learns their every movement, feels every wave alongside them. And just like any living thing, sometimes, a wound is too deep to heal."

You paused, allowing the gravity of your words to settle. "The keel," you continued, your voice gentle but firm, "is the very backbone of the ship. It's what holds her together, what allows her to endure the immense pressures of the ocean. When that is fractured beyond repair, it's not just a broken plank, or a torn sail. It means her spirit, her very foundation, has given all it can. It would be cruel, in a way, to force her to carry on, to put her, and you, through more torment. She has served you faithfully, bravely, to her very last."

You met Luffy's wide, disbelieving eyes, then Nami's tear-filled ones, and Sanji's furious, clenched jaw. Even Zoro, whose anger was a silent storm, seemed to listen. "It doesn't diminish her strength, or her courage, or the incredible journey she has shared with you," you clarified, your voice soothing. "It simply means she has completed her magnificent voyage. And now," you concluded, a faint, compassionate smile touching your lips, "it is time for her to rest, and for you to find a new vessel worthy of carrying such grand dreams."

A profound silence descended, broken only by the distant sounds of the shipyard. Your words, born of quiet wisdom and deep empathy for the very essence of a ship, seemed to bypass their initial shock and touch something deeper within them. Luffy's fists slowly unclenched, a profound sadness replacing his anger. Nami, instead of fighting her tears, finally let them fall, slow tracks down her cheeks. Sanji’s rigid posture softened, a heavy sigh escaping him. Even Zoro’s hard gaze seemed to soften, a flicker of pensive understanding in his eyes. You had given them not just an explanation, but a way to grieve, and a fragile seed of acceptance.

Luffy, his eyes still distant, turned and walked away from the group, his usual bounding energy replaced by a heavy, deliberate pace. He didn't run, didn't rage; he simply needed to move, to process this devastating truth in his own way, still not entirely believing it, yet subtly softened by the profound understanding in your words.

Sanji, with a practiced flick of his wrist, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the small flame momentarily illuminating the troubled lines on his face. He took a long drag, the smoke curling around him like a heavy sigh. "He'll just need time," he mumbled, his voice rougher than usual, watching Luffy's retreating figure. "He'll come around."

Nami, her eyes red-rimmed but clear, looked at Sanji and then at Zoro, who remained silently grim. "We need to tell Usopp... and Robin," she said, her voice catching slightly on the last name. The mention of "Robin" hung in the air for a fraction of a second too long.

Iceburg, standing beside you, stiffened almost imperceptibly at the name. A fleeting tension rippled through him, quickly suppressed. You noticed it, of course, a subtle tightening of his jaw, a momentary stillness in his posture, but you pretended not to. Your gaze remained steady on the distraught crew.

"I understand," you said, your voice gentle and sympathetic. "You all go and do that. Take the time you need. And please, don't worry about the repairs for now. Galley-La will handle everything with the utmost care, regardless of the outcome." You offered them a soft, reassuring smile, granting them leave to process their grief in private.

The Straw Hats, a somber huddle, began to walk away, their usual boisterous energy replaced by a heavy silence. Luffy's retreating figure was a stark contrast to his earlier boundless joy, and even Sanji and Nami moved with a subdued air.

You watched them go, a genuine sorrow etched on your features. "Poor people," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, a sigh escaping your lips. "They don't deserve this."

Then, with a gentle shift, you turned back to Iceburg, Kaku, and Kalifa. The public scene was over, and the more private, complex dynamics of your life in Water 7 could resume, colored by the lingering concern for the pirates and the unspoken questions of the morning.

You turned to Iceburg, the empathy for the pirates still soft in your eyes, but your focus now shifted back to the concerns of your life, and his. Kaku, still slightly rigid, and Kalifa, ever impassive, waited for your lead.

"honey, kaku, kalifa.:" you said, your voice clear and precise now, "please ensure that the Straw Hats are treated with the utmost care during their stay here. Despite the unfortunate news about their ship, I want them to feel welcome and respected in Water 7." You glanced at Iceburg, a silent plea for his agreement.

Iceburg nodded, his initial tension easing. "Of course, sweetheart," he confirmed, his gaze meeting yours with a familiar warmth. "Kaku, see to it personally. They'll need a place to stay, and help in finding... a new vessel, if they so choose."

Kaku bowed his head. "Understood, Sir. Lady Y/N."

Kalifa, from her position, offered another precise nod. "As you wish, Lady Y/N." You met her gaze for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment passing between you—a brief, unreadable exchange that held years of unspoken understanding and subtle friction, before you gracefully dismissed her.

You turned back to Iceburg, a genuine, tired smile finally blooming on your face. "It's been quite a day," you murmured, leaning into him slightly. He responded by wrapping an arm gently around your waist, pulling you closer. The familiar comfort of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against your side, was a quiet reassurance.

"It sounds like it," he chuckled softly, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers. "Ready to head home, my dear? I imagine you've had enough excitement for one afternoon."

You sighed contentedly, resting your head briefly on his shoulder. "More than enough," you agreed. The world of pirates, grand dreams, and devastating losses might have intruded upon your calm morning, but here, in the embrace of your husband, within the bustling heart of Water 7, your world felt warm, safe, and perfectly anchored. The sun was beginning its gentle descent, casting long, golden shadows across the shipyard, promising a quiet evening, and the familiar rhythm of your life in the city that hummed around you, unaware of the storms gathering on the horizon.

The vibrant hum of Water 7 had been replaced by a chilling pall. The news had ripped through the city like a devastating gale, leaving behind a silence heavier than any storm. Iceburg, the very heart of this bustling metropolis, had been attacked, brutally injured, and left clinging to life. And the blame, a venomous whisper that quickly escalated into a roar, had fallen squarely on the Straw Hat Pirates, specifically on the woman named Robin, because of her connection to Luffy's crew.

You had just found out. The world tilted on its axis, the familiar comfort of your home suddenly feeling cold and alien. Your beloved Iceburg, lying broken, near death. The thought alone twisted a knot of icy dread in your stomach. The city was in an uproar, cries of betrayal and anger echoing from every alley and canal. The narrative was clear: the Straw Hats, these "pirates" you had so recently welcomed, were responsible.

But as the accusations flew, as the anger of the people surged, a profound, unshakeable certainty settled deep within your heart. You had met them. You had looked into Luffy's honest, if sometimes oblivious, eyes, witnessed Nami's pragmatism, Sanji's chivalry, and even Zoro's quiet strength. They were not malicious. They were boisterous, perhaps chaotic, but not capable of such a heinous, cowardly act. The image of Robin, quiet and intelligent, didn't fit the picture of an assassin.

No. You knew, with every fiber of your being, that Luffy, and his crew, did not do this. The truth felt like a raw wound, and the injustice of the accusation burned fiercely. You wouldn't let this stand. You had to find out what truly happened, for Iceburg, and for the young captain whose frank smile had, just a short while ago, brightened your day.

The journey to the infirmary felt like traversing an endless, suffocating tunnel. Each step was heavy, laden with the dread that had replaced the lively rhythm of Water 7. The hushed whispers of doctors and nurses, the antiseptic scent that clung to the air – it all screamed of the fragile line he had just danced across.

When you finally reached his bedside, the sight of him struck you like a physical blow. Iceburg, your strong, indomitable Iceburg, lay pale against the white sheets, bandages stark against his skin, his breathing shallow. He was alive, yes, but so terribly vulnerable. A sob tore from your throat, raw and unrestrained, the dam of your composure finally breaking. You were a wreck, tears streaming down your face, your hands trembling so violently you could barely reach for him.

You sank into the chair beside his bed, gently taking his bandaged hand, bringing it to your lips. It was warm, alive. That simple truth was a balm, yet the terror of the alternative clawed at your heart. "My love," you whispered, your voice thick with unshed tears, "my darling, my precious Iceburg… You almost left me." You pressed your face against his hand, the salty tracks of your tears dampening his skin.

His eyes, still slightly glazed, fluttered open. He looked at you, and a faint, tired smile, so achingly familiar, touched his lips. His thumb, ever so weakly, tried to stroke your cheek. "Y/N," he murmured, your name a soft sigh, imbued with all the tenderness you knew. "My sweet… you're crying."

"I thought I'd lost you," you choked out, looking up at him through your tear-blurred vision. You gently cupped his cheek, avoiding his bandages, your touch feather-light, as if he might shatter. "The thought... the thought was unbearable. My heart, my whole world, it was just... shattering." You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then his temple, then the corner of his lips, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin, to assure yourself he was truly here. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, my love. Please, don't you ever leave me." His weak squeeze of your hand was the only answer you needed. For a moment, the world outside, the accusations, the chaos of Water 7, faded into oblivion, replaced by the profound, overwhelming relief of having him, your Iceburg, still by your side.

You lingered, your hand still clasped in his, when he slowly, with a slight wince, lifted his free hand and patted the space next to him on the narrow hospital bed. His eyes, though weary, held a clear invitation. He wanted you closer, to hold you, to draw strength from your presence.

Your heart ached. You desperately wanted to be near him, to feel the warmth of his skin against yours, but the sight of his bandages, the fragility of his state, made you hesitate. "Are you sure, my love?" you whispered, your voice laced with worry. "I don't want to hurt you. You're so fragile right now."

He offered a weak, reassuring smile. "You could never hurt me, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a little stronger now, his gaze unwavering. "Just... please. Come here."

Unable to resist, you carefully, painstakingly, eased yourself onto the bed beside him. You positioned yourself so as not to press against his injured side, your arm gently draped over his uninjured one, your head resting carefully on the pillow beside his. The simple act of lying next to him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, brought a fresh wave of quiet relief. You gently nuzzled his hair, breathing in his familiar scent.

The comforting silence lasted only a moment before he stirred, his hand finding yours and squeezing it lightly. You looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were serious now, holding a depth of urgency that made your breath catch.

"Y/N," he said, his voice dropping to a low, grave tone, "I... I need to tell you some things. Things that are very important, and very dangerous." He paused, his gaze searching yours, holding it. "Promise me you won't freak out."

You nodded, a silent promise in your eyes as you tightened your hold on his hand. The sudden gravity in his voice, the plea for you not to "freak out," sent a shiver of unease down your spine. You braced yourself, your entire being focused on him, listening intently.

Then, Iceburg began to speak, his voice low and raspy from his injuries, yet imbued with an urgent clarity. He recounted a tale that shattered the familiar landscape of your life in Water 7. He spoke of the blueprints for the Ancient Weapon, Pluto, a devastating power that had been secretly passed down through generations of shipwrights, a burden he had carried alone. He revealed the true identities of those who had attacked him, not the Straw Hats, but cold, calculating assassins from the World Government's secret organization, CP9.

Your breath hitched as he spoke the names: Kaku, the amiable foreman you had just spoken with not so long ago, admired for his skill. Lucci, the stern, quiet foreman you had always found intimidating. And Kalifa... Kalifa, his demure assistant, who had just greeted you politely, whose constant presence near him had always pricked at your insecurities. All of them, traitors. All of them, cold-blooded agents working in the shadows, their friendly faces a monstrous lie.

He explained their relentless pursuit of the blueprints, how he had hidden them, how Franky – your husband's estranged, but still loved, brother – had come into possession of them. The truth unspooled like a dark, tangled rope, each revelation more shocking than the last. The attack on him, the framing of the Straw Hats, the true purpose behind the World Government's interest in Water 7 – it was all laid bare. You lay beside him, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, eyes wide with a mixture of horror, disbelief, and a cold, chilling understanding. The easy warmth of the bed had vanished, replaced by the crushing weight of the secrets he had silently borne.

The days that followed Iceburg’s revelation were a blur of hushed tension and frantic activity within Galley-La. The truth about CP9, about Pluto, about Franky’s crucial role, all weighed heavily on your heart. You spent every moment you could by Iceburg's side, watching him recover, a silent guardian. The city, meanwhile, was in a controlled panic, the blame still squarely on the Straw Hats, fueling the world's perception.

You witnessed the heartbreaking Going Merry with icberg as you fixed as much as you could with him. You even saw it, or felt it, in those quiet moments when the shipwrights worked: a faint, mournful creak that sounded almost like a sigh, a ship giving its last breath. You understood then, even more profoundly, the silent farewell.

Then came the day Iceburg, barely recovered but with a fire in his eyes, announced he was going to Enies Lobby. To find the Straw Hats. Despite your desperate pleas, your tearful arguments about his still-fragile state, he was resolute. "I have to, Y/N," he’d said, holding your face in his hands. "They're innocent. And they're in trouble. I won't let them face this alone." He refused to let you come, his voice firm, "It's too dangerous, my darling. Stay here. Water 7 needs you. I need you to be safe."

The day and a little longer he was gone felt like an eternity. Each passing hour was a torment of worry, imagining the impossible dangers he faced, the brutal confrontation with the very people who had almost taken him from you.

Then, he was back.

The news spread like wildfire through the city. A new ship, magnificent and grand, sailed into Water 7’s port. And there, standing on its deck, perfectly fine, were not only the Straw Hats, but your Iceburg, seemingly whole and hale, his gaze immediately finding yours in the cheering crowd that had gathered.

A cry of pure, unadulterated relief tore from your throat. Without a thought for dignity or the throng of onlookers, you broke into a run, your sundress (now replaced with a fresh one, though its familiar feel remained) billowing behind you. You launched yourself into his arms the moment you reached the dock, burying your face in his chest, clutching him as if you could fuse your very beings together.

"Iceburg! My love, my love!" you sobbed, tears of pure joy and profound relief soaking his shirt. You felt his strong arms wrap around you, holding you tightly, a silent reassurance that he was truly here.

As you finally pulled back, still clinging to his hand, your gaze swept over the Straw Hats on the deck. "Luffy! Nami! Sanji! Zoro!" you greeted them, your voice thick with emotion, a grateful smile on your face. You saw a long-nosed young man who could only be Usopp, looking a little overwhelmed but grinning, and a small, adorable reindeer who had to be Chopper. You offered them all a warm, genuine welcome.

Then your eyes landed on her. Robin. She stood quietly, a serene expression on her face, her eyes meeting yours. You felt a confusing tug in your chest. You knew that she hadn't attacked Iceburg on her own free will, that she was wrongly forced. You had chosen to believe your husband and your instincts over the city's fury. Yet, the initial accusation, the image of her being responsible for Iceburg's near death, still lingered like a faint, unsettling shadow in your mind. You offered her a polite, cautious nod, your smile not quite as open as it had been for the others. The uncertainty still swirled around her, a quiet, unresolved question mark in your heart.

#water 7 #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #straw hat pirates #straw hats #straw hats x reader #iceburg #Iceburg x reader #going merry

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igorluvr · 4 months ago

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hi hi!! I saw that ur requests r open and I'd like a reader x platonic!thanos group

What if reader is the oldest child from a giant family so when they enter squid game they basically befriend the Thanos group and starts taking care of them!! like giving food and water or stopping fights

thankiuu!!

'THE GREATEST | platonic!thanosgroup x reader

PAIRING: platonic!thanosgroup x reader

SYNOPSIS: "made it all look painless, man am i the greatest?"; being from a particularly big family, you grew to love taking care of others. luckily for you, your group needed lots of guidance.

CONTENT: anxiety, gyeong-su erasure sorryy, petty ass arguments

AUTHORS NOTE: i hope u like this !!! once again its kinda short sorryyyy

word count: [1.4k]

YOUR team was nothing short of a disaster. Of course, you loved them, but their immaturity was exhausting. Half the group lacked common sense, while the other half seemed too lost in their own worlds to care. Fortunately, you had experience managing chaos and knew just how to handle the situation.

Growing up as the oldest in a large family, you practically took on the role of a third parent. When your mom was sick or dad was at work, it was your responsibility to step in and keep everything together. Even though you often complained about it, you wouldn't change those experiences for the world.

Taking care of your siblings shaped you into who you are today. You matured quickly, learning when to speak up and how to look after those around you. A deep-rooted instinct to protect and support others became part of your identity.

Meeting this group felt perfect for you. Without your guidance, they’d be lost. You loved looking out for them, even if there were many times that made you long for a little more maturity. Unfortunately, you knew those moments of calm and composure were nothing but hopeless dreams.

"Shut up, bitch." came a sharp voice, snatching you away from your thoughts.

You turned to see Nam-gyu, who had a notorious habit of throwing around insults without thinking. Thankfully, he hadn’t directed any at you personally. Sensing that the exchange could escalate, you quickly stepped in.

"Hey, no. We're not doing this. What happened?" you asked, surveying the group. They just stared blankly, not a thought in their mind. Se-mi chuckled softly and looked away, giving away that she was the one he’d yelled at.

Nam-gyu was the first to speak up. "This whore got smart with me. I was just telling Min-su to count the players, then she had to get in the way of our conversation.”

“Y’know it wasn’t much of a conversation to begin with. You were ordering him around like a puppy” Se-mi interrupted, annoyance creeping into her voice. The two of them had a thing for starting arguments, given their short tempers and quick tongues. Still, you felt it was necessary to listen to both sides, no matter how petty the situation was.

"You're the one who started it by calling me stupid!" Nam-gyu shot back, his voice rising as he sat up straighter. You shot him a warning glare, urging him to diffuse the situation.

"I didn’t say you were stupid, I asked if you were. But now I think you might actually be…" Se-mi added, infuriating him further. Nam-gyu sprang to his feet, ready to lash out, but you swiftly stepped between them, pushing him back down.

You swallowed your frustration and forced a smile, determined to maintain some kind of peace. "You both just misunderstood each other, simple as that. I would say to put this behind you, but we both know that's not happening... so apologize, both of you."

Se-mi scrunched her face in disbelief. "Why do I have to apologize? He’s just a whiny tweaker I swear" she muttered, the last part barely audible. You knew her words rang true, but he would never apologize unless she did first.

"Fine, I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t trying to call you stupid." Se-mi admitted, tone forced. Turning to Nam-gyu, you waited expectantly for his response.

"Sorry too, I guess," he shrugged, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Neither apology sounded genuine, but it was better than nothing.

You smiled sweetly at both of them and returned to your spot, relieved that the argument had been defused—at least for now. It was always a hassle to keep them from fighting, but it was a small price to pay that came with being associated to them.

After an uneventful hour filled with silly conversations and occasional naps, it was finally time to eat. It seemed that each passing day, the meals grew lower in quality. You considered bringing it up, but you knew that everyone had enough to deal with already.

Instead, you made sure the group lined up closely together to receive their food, one by one. You could barely call it a meal, but it was enough to get by.

"This isn’t even enough food for a baby, what do they expect us to do with this?" Nam-gyu complained, his relentless negativity shining.

“It’s enough to make it through the night. Better than nothing, right?” you countered with an encouraging smile. He lazily shrugged in response, groaning as he took a bite of the pastry.

Averting your gaze, you noticed Thanos hadn’t touched his food at all. He sat there, staring blankly into the distance. His pupils were dilated, and his mouth hung open in a daze. Rolling your eyes at his ignorance, you knew he still needed to eat, regardless of the drugs clouding his mind.

“Hey, Thanos. You should hurry and eat," you said gently, tapping him on the shoulder. Slowly, his attention turned to you, his eyes still glazed over.

“Nah. Not hungry,” he replied, his voice heavy with drowsiness. Your heart ached. You knew the substances were a coping mechanism for everything going on. You wanted to steer him away from them, but that was well out of your control.

You regarded him with sympathetic eyes, genuinely worried for his health. "Okay, but at least try to eat a little. You might not feel hungry now, but you definitely will in the middle of the night."

He squinted at you, the weight of your words seeming to register slowly. The silence hung heavily between you until he finally spoke.

"Alright, can I get your milk?" he asked nonchalantly. Surprised of the sudden change of mind, you handed over your carton without hesitation, being grateful he was putting effort into looking after himself.

The others continued to eat at their own pace, and a sense of relief washed over you at the sight of them all managing to stay healthy. Gathering all the empty containers and dirty utensils, you returned to your bunks to find a heartwarming scene unfolding before you.

Thanos and Nam-gyu were huddled together in one bunk, gossiping about someone; a pregnant girl and her boyfriend. Meanwhile, Min-su and Se-mi huddled in the bunk below, laughing about something you couldn’t quite make out.

Watching them bond brought a smile to your face. Sure, there were bad days, but moments like these made it all worth it. Suddenly, you heard someone call your name from above.

Looking up, your eyes met with Thanos’. “C’mere, need your opinion on something,” he said. You knew it would likely be stupid, but you had nothing else to do. Climbing up to their bunk, you sat criss-crossed and paid full attention to them.

“See them?” Thanos said, pointing to a couple nearby. One with bangs and a baby bump, the other taller with a slight bruise on his face. You nodded, urging them to continue.

“You think they’re a thing? They’re arguing, maybe he knocked up another girl too,” Nam-gyu inspected. Looking at them in confusion, you were unsure why they told you to come up just to ask that.

“You’re good at reading people, can you tell?” Thanos leaned in closer, his curiosity obvious. Observing the couple, you came to a quick conclusion.

“They’re probably arguing because he wants to spend his money on bitcoin instead of her baby. I mean, isn’t that the dude that made you go in debt?” They both stared harder, eyes blowing wide in realization.

Their faces twisted into frowns of anger, and you quickly recognized that they had been unaware of who that was. “I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch” Thanos snarled, jumping out of the bed and darting toward the couple.

Before you could process what was happening, you chased after him, attempting to stop him before he made a grave mistake. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you searched his eyes, pleading him to calm down. His expression softened slightly as he muttered a curse under his breath and slumped back to his bunk.

Eventually, everything died down and it was time to go to sleep. You always stayed up longer than everyone else, just to be sure nothing irregular occurred during the night. Usually you were the only one up, but that wasn’t the case this time.

Behind you, a small voice called your name. You turned to see Min-su staring up at you, his eyes glossy and low with fear. Instantly, your mood shifted from agitation to concern. He looked so scared.

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly, the worry evident in your tone. You quickly observed that Min-su suffered from severe anxiety throughout your days of knowing him, often staring into space rather than drifting off to sleep. The fact that he spoke up made your heart race.

“I can’t sleep. I’m scared,” he mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear. You rubbed his shoulder gently in an attempt to comfort him. “Scared of what?” you asked softly.

He hesitated before answering, “I- I don’t want to keep playing these games. But I don’t want Thanos or Nam-gyu to be mad at me.” His confession hit hard. You knew how much they pressured him to play ‘one more game’

Your heart softened at his vulnerability, searching for the right words. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. They’re both blown out of this world with drugs, so anything they say is probably bad advice.”

Min-su gave a tentative smile at your encouragement. “Don’t think about it too much, get some sleep so you can have energy for tomorrow, okay?” you added, hoping to give him a sense of security. After thanking you, he climbed back into his bed with a shy grin.

As you settled into your own bunk, you felt the familiar quietness swallow you. You were used to these moments of stillness, you found comfort in it rather than uncertainty. The quietness rocked you to sleep, preparing you for the days to come.

#squid game #choi su bong #thanos x reader #nam gyu #choi su bong x reader #player 230 #player 124 #player 124 x reader #namg gyu x reader #player 280 x reader #se mi x reader #min su x reader #min su squid game #se mi squid game #park minsu #squid game headcanons #player 125 #player 125 x reader

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standamianwayne · 6 months ago

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yandere!batfam/damian’s twin!reader

stepmom selina anyone?? anyone interested in some stepmom selina?? (me, i am)

i feel like selina would be such a girl mom but also i have this image of damian’s twin being like his opposite. sooo i think the dynamic between her and selina would be fun cause it’s like black sheep & white sheep.

selina would try and teach her the art of stealth and reader would teach her the art of idk friendship?? no but fr i feel like reader and selina would be such a fun duo. bruce’s girls tbh like they team up and they’re unstoppable. also can you imagine the boy advice selina would give? “yeah just steal one of his prized possessions and he’ll come after you. works every time 😏” like okay thanks queen! in terms of like yandere behavior, i feel like she’s one to plant the little seeds of doubt in reader’s mind about others. like “aw sweetie it’s okay, you’re way too good for them! you never do anything wrong 🥹.” meanwhile the person in question is filing for bankruptcy cause their valuables are gone.

barbara is so ‘cool older sister’ coded it’s actually insane. she’s incredibly smart and good with tech, plus she’s really pretty and cool as hell??? reader is like “hiii hello hiii ” and she INSTANTLY becomes her newest role model.

her like ‘yandereness’ would probably be similar to tim’s but instead of trying to keep reader home, she more so just watches her. like if reader wants to go to a party and it’s on a bad corner of town, barbs will give her directions to go to avoid the most trouble. probably the least likely to kill someone tbh i just can’t see her doing it.

reader and cassandra they were both raised by assassins so they probably bond over that and then how life is after leaving. it’s canon that cass can speak (which we’ve seen her do) but she uses body language instead of words. with this, i like to think that she can teach reader how to read people easier. you know, as a little bonding activity! also damian is canonically good with music (the violin specifically i believe), so reader is likely the same. so now just imagine reader playing an instrument while cass dances 🙏.

cass’s type of yandere is mostly just watching from the shadows. like reader brings a boyfriend home and cass is in the corner standing like mothman. if anyone does reader wrong TRUST cass will be kicking the hell out of them 🙏🙏.

stephanie, like duke, is the closest to the normal sibling experience one can get 😭 but tbh i see her as being more as a best friend that’s a ‘sister figure.’ plus i like stephcass so screw you that’s canon now. having improvised fashion shows at 4am, gossiping about everything and everyone (which she then tells cass but shhhh), having self care days like that’s her bff! with steph i feel like she’s not the type to actually attack anyone directly, but instead just telling cass and/or tim about whatever (or whoever) it is reader is having problems with. now if they’re patrolling together and reader gets attacked? yeah she’ll beat the other person up! (or at least get a couple hits in if reader already took care of it)

now that the fam is written for, please please please send any requests y’all wanna see! romantic (outside the batfam ONLY!!! no sweet home alabama here) or platonic, feel free to send an ask or leave a comment!

heyyyy… heyyyy…. how yall doing….? 😔😔 sorry for disappearing buuuut thanks so much for sticking around! sorry if this part doesn’t quite live up to the other two but somehow the girls are harder to write for?? i hope i got them but honestly any criticism would be appreciated. also i kinda skimped over the yandere part for helena so sorry abt that😭. might go back in and change it but who knows.

also i’ve been fixated on conner kent for some reason???? that’s my pookie guys yall dont get it.

anyways love love LOVE yall so much bye byeeee ❤️

#batfam #batfam x reader #dc comics #dcu #platonic yandere #yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #yandere batgirls #yandere catwoman #yandere selina kyle #yandere barbara gordon #yandere #yandere oracle #yandere cassandra cain #yandere stephanie brown

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myth1cs · 4 months ago

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Obedience Through Discipline (Myoui Mina x M!Reader)

Smut; An officer not listening to their superior is a clear sign of disobedience. Luckily nothing a bit of discipline can't fix. Word Count: 3,021

The hard part was already over. Now that you've finished the training phase now you could finally start doing some actual work. You were assigned to officer Myoui Mina. She was the best officer at the station though many people felt bad for you which you didn't understand why at first.

It didn't take long for you to figure out why. She was always someone who was very stuck up about following the rules. Every mistake you made was followed by a scolding by Mina on why what you did was wrong. While yes you did believe that this line of work didn't have room for mistakes you still felt like she was being too harsh on you.

Things only got worse when she became a sheriff only after a few months since you were partnered with her. Even though time after time she had clearly expressed her disdain for you she never made an attempt to get you fired. In fact ever since she became sheriff it felt like she was keeping a closer eye on you. And you'd be lying if you said it wasn't making you nervous.

During your break you were sitting in your patrol car alone since your partner Nayeon decided to have her break inside. While you were eating your lunch you heard a knocking on your window. You looked up and saw that it was none other than sheriff Mina.

You rolled down your window and greeted her. "Hello sheriff Mina. Can I help you with anything?"

"You know about the parade happening downtown next week right?"

"Of course, what about it?"

"Well Ryujin got injured in the line of duty yesterday and the doctor said she wouldn't be fit to come into work for the next 2 months. So now I need someone to replace her for patrolling the area around the parade. I'm guessing you can see where I'm going with this."

This was a surprise to you. Why was she asking you anyway? There were officers who have been serving longer in the police force which she respected more that would be available to take over Ryujin's shift.

"With all due respect sheriff I believe others may be more qualified than me. Why not try asking officer Kyujin or-"

"I don't think you understand Y/N. This isn't a request, it's an order. You WILL be the one patrolling the area during next week's parade."

You let out a sigh knowing that there was no debating this with her. Once Mina makes up her mind her decision is final.

"Alright sheriff."

You rolled back up your window and Mina walked back towards the station. "Damn brat, who does he think he is trying to tell me how to do my job? Tsk, it's my fault for letting his disobedience go on for too long. I'll have to do something about that."

Breathing a sigh of relief you were glad that the encounter went rather well. Usually she would scold you for trying to talk back for at least half an hour but this time she didn't. Though you wondered if this truly was a good thing or if there was another reason behind Mina's actions. But you didn't ponder on that idea for too long. It was silly to think otherwise... or so you thought.

The week flew by in a blink of an eye. Before you knew it it was the day before the parade. You had to attend a meeting about where everyone would be stationed at the parade and what protocols to follow. You weren't really paying attention to Mina's speech though. Not like your role was rather complicated. Just simply patrolling the perimeter, if you see anything suspicious you were to report it.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

Mina's yelling took you out of your thoughts.

"Wh- what happened?"

The whole room had gone silent. Everyone simply stared at you without saying a word. Mina walked towards you and you felt your heartbeat fasten. You felt like your heart was going to explode or that you would faint from nervousness at any moment.

"You think you're too smart for this huh?" Mina said with a mocking tone.

"N- no I would never-"

"Meet me at my office."

Mina walked back to the front of the room. The tension was thick in the air. Everyone paid attention to Mina, everyone was too scared to look away from Mina.

The meeting wasn't supposed to go on for too long. But it felt like it went by in just a few seconds while also feeling like it went on for 5 hours. Everyone avoided you as they left the room. You followed Mina to her office, hands sweating, and your heart was beating so loud you thought everyone in the building could hear it.

Mina unlocked her office door and walked in. Your legs didn't want to move forward. Was it fear? But what were you afraid of? Losing your job or was it something else?

"What are you waiting for Y/N?"

"Pardon me."

You walked in. Mina closed the door behind you and locked it which made you more nervous. "Sit down." Mina commanded as she pointed at a chair. You obeyed and sat down.

"You know what you did wrong?"

"I uhm-"

Mina sat down on her desk crossing her legs. She reached down to grab your chin and lifted it up to make you look at her.

"Look into my eyes as you say it."

"I wasn't listening."

"Say it with your full chest Y/N. I can't hear you."

"I wasn't listening!"

"Not listening to your superior are you Y/N? How troublesome indeed, will I have to punish you for this?"

"No sheriff, I'll behave from now on."

"Good to hear Y/N."

Mina's voice suddenly dropped.

"Cause this is your last warning."

Mina got off her table and went to sit down on her chair behind her desk. "Now get out."

Without hesitation you got up from your chair and made your way out of her office. As you left her office you breathed out a sigh of relief.

You went to your car to drive home but you suddenly bumped into your partner, Nayeon, in the parking lot.

"So Y/N were you fired?"

"What kind of question is that?! No I wasn't fired!"

"Relax Y/N I just had to know. So what did Mina talk to you about?"

"She just told me that this was my last warning."

"Well if that's all then I guess that's rather tame then."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on Y/N I don't think I need to spell it out for you. Mina doesn't take things like this very lightly. If it was anyone else I'm sure she would've fired them already. And don't you think that she's been scolding you less recently?"

"Yeah I kinda picked up on it. Maybe this is a sign that she's turning over a new leaf."

"We can only hope so. Still the aura I get from even being in the same room as her is terrifying. I swear she gives off nothing but "Look at me the wrong way and I'll kill you" vibes."

"I swear she's knocked a few years off my life already."

"I feel that, anyways good luck with patrol duty tomorrow."

"Good luck to you to Nayeon."

The day of the parade came and you, along with a few other officers, were assigned to patrol the parameter and told to report anything deemed suspicious.

The area you were currently paroling didn't have many people. A few people passed by but nothing suspicious was happening in particular.

As you were walking you saw two people in an ally way. It seemed like they were committing an act of vandalism. While you were ordered to report things this wasn't any suspicious activity it was just people being stupid so you decided to just quickly deal with the situation.

Vandalism isn't something that you would arrest someone for in all honesty it was just a small misdemeanor but realized these were the same people you've had run-ins with these people before. At this point they were just begging for a prison sentence. The sentence for something like this was only up to a year so you didn't feel too bad.

Mina put Hwi in charge while she went on her break. For some reason she couldn't shake off the feeling that even though she told you that you were on your last warning you would still not listen to her. She made her way to where you were stationed.

"What the- I give him ONE job and he can't even follow that."

She pulled out her phone and called you. It only rang a few times before you picked up.

"Yes Mina?"

"Where are you?!"

"I'm driving these two people to the station-"

"Damn it you're supposed to report things! Do you even listen to me when I speak to you?!"

"Mina I-"

"I don't want to hear it! Meet me at my office the minute you're off the clock."

"But-" Before you could rebuttal Mina had already hung up.

You knew you were about to lose your job.

Once you got back to the parade Mina assigned someone else to stay by your side to make sure that you wouldn't deviate from your job.

The rest of the parade went fine. Nothing major happened that was worth noting. But you couldn't help but wish that it wouldn't end. You weren't prepared to be yelled at by Mina and get fired.

To your dismay the parade ended and so did your shift. You got a good look at yourself in your uniform before you walked to Mina's office knowing this was the last time you would be wearing it.

You had to pull yourself together and muster all your strength and courage to walk to Mina's office. Now you were standing in front of her door and you prepared for the worst.

Putting your hand on the handle and turning it you fully opened the door. Mina was sitting behind her desk sorting some paperwork.

Unsure what to do, you stood at the doorway simply staring at Mina. After a few minutes she looked up and made eye contact with you.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come in and take a seat in front of me?"

Without saying a word you walked in and closed the door before you went to sit down in front of Mina not daring to make any sort of eye contact with her.

She looked at you for a few seconds before she went to type something on her computer. It seemed like she was just doing work for the sake of it but you couldn't tell.

Eventually she got up and walked up to her board where she had pinned a few documents. You glanced at the clock and saw that it was about time where most people were headed home. Most officers working at this hour were patrolling the downtown area.

Mina sighed and turned to face you. "It's impossible for you to listen. So what should I do with you?"

Was it a rhetorical question?

"I'd much prefer if I could keep my job, sheriff."

"You're almost at your one year mark. And this marks my third month of having to deal with you as sheriff. So..."

"Please don't fire me."

"That's not what I asked so I'll ask again, What should I do with you?"

"Uhm"

"Ran out of excuses have you?"

"I never made excuses sheriff."

Mina took a deep breath.

"Do you know why I'm stringent with the rules Y/N?"

"Because this line of work doesn't have room for failure?"

"Well that's not my main reason. Do you know the main reason?"

"I don't, sheriff."

"It's because I don't want to see people hurt." Mina walked over to you towering over you. "Or maybe I should be more specific. I don't want to see you hurt."

Mina reached behind her back and grabbed handcuffs. She danged them in front of you. "But I can't just let this slip by. I'm going to punish you."

The situation seemed to develop so fast you didn't register what Mina just said until she was handcuffing you.

"Sorry I leave the fuzzy handcuffs at home so we'll have to make do with these."

Part of you was hoping she was joking. Was this really happening, were you about to do it with Mina?!

"Don't do this Mina. Th- this isn't right!"

"Don't speak back to me you filthy brat!"

Mina's sudden outburst scared you and made you quickly shut up not daring to try to speak out of term.

"Now be a good boy for my Y/N. Just sit here and accept your punishment."

Mina got down on her knees and started to undo your pants. There wasn't anything you could do but simply watch. Once she took off your pants she ran her fingers along your thigh.

"P- please stop."

"You want me to stop darling? But your body is reacting so eagerly to my touch. Are you sure you want me to stop?"

She wasn't lying, you were yearning for her touch as much as you wanted to deny it. Before you could respond Mina smacked your thigh. It wasn't too harsh but it stung a little.

"But darling, I thought I told you not to speak out. Don't make me remind you again okay?"

"Ow fuck-"

She smacked you again.

"Drop the language."

"Y- yes ma'am."

Mina kissed your thighs while her fingers were rubbing against your clothed aching cock. You wanted this to continue but you knew this was wrong. It's not like this is standard protocol and she didn't even ask if you were okay with it. Yet you still couldn't help but be turned on by the given situation.

Even though you denied it your body knew what it really wanted. Shivering every time she ran her finger on your body to your cock hardening it was all too obvious.

She could tell you wanted to say something. "If you want to say something then I'm granting you this opportunity to say it."

"Please"

"Please what darling? Use your big boy words now."

"Suck me off Mina please I'm begging you."

"Begging now are we? Well I'm not entirely convinced yet, maybe you should beg me some more and I'll consider listening to you."

"Mina please, I really want you to fuck me until I can't walk. I want to lose all senses and be at your mercy."

Mina giggled at your statement. "Oh darling if you think that's enough to get me to listen to you you're going to have to try a little harder than that I'm afraid."

"Please fuck me Mina! I only crave your touch, I swear I'll listen to every order you give me!"

Mina rubbed her nose against your clothed cock. "That's more like it darling. However since you've been so disobedient then you'll have to make me cum before I give you any pleasure."

She proceeded to stand up and take off her clothes. Mina made sure to take her sweet time taking off her clothes. She knew it was driving you crazy and you wanted to get up and take her clothes off for her but your hands were handcuffed to each other.

Eventually she stripped down to her bra and underwear. Both were the same colour of pink. Mina sat up on her desk and started to rub her pussy using one of her fingers.

Low moans fell out of her mouth as she pleasured herself. You couldn't do anything but watch. You felt yourself get turned on by watching the scene unfold in front of you.

"What are you waiting for darling? Come and make me cum!"

"My hands are tied."

Mina laughed at your comment "I know they are darling. But I didn't put a gag on you did I?"

When you realized what Mina wanted you leaned forward and used your mouth to take off her underwear.

"Just like that darling, make this a learning experience!"

You buried your face onto Mina's pussy and shoved your tongue deep into her. Mina wrapped her legs around you tightly cutting off your air supply. "If you want to breathe then make me cum. Or else you'll suffocate between my thighs. Though I'm guessing you'd be okay with that wouldn't you darling?"

Fastening your pace you licked every inch of Mina's delicious pussy. Part of you wished your hands weren't tied so you could grab her boobs. But the current situation would do.

Though you tried desperately you felt yourself losing consciousness and before you knew it everything went black. "Aw did you pass out already?"

Mina unwrapped her thighs that were around your head and started to finger herself. Wet sounds filled the room as she shoved her fingers in and out of herself while her other hand was on her clit.

You were suddenly woken up by the feeling of something splashing on your face. When your eyes adjusted you realized it must've been Mina's cum.

"Oh your awake again darling?"

"Mina what-"

Another smack was given to you.

"What did I say about speaking out of term? And to think I thought about letting you cum. Since you seem to suck at making me cum and suck at listening to orders then I'll let you sit here and think about your actions."

Mina got up and put her clothes back on and you didn't do anything but watch as she started to leave the room.

"Don't worry darling I'll come and get you early in the morning. Till then think about your actions and I might let you cum first thing in the morning!" Mina said as she left the room closing the door behind her leaving you handcuffed to the chair to think about your actions that led you to this moment.

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Sorry for not uploading even though I said I would get back on schedule. In my defense I've been reading a really good Lux/Jinx fanfic.

Starring: You Mina, Nayeon (TWICE) Ryujin (ITZY) Kyujin (NMIXX) Hwi (TNX)

#twice x reader #twice #twice smut #twice imagines #mina #Mina smut #myoui mina #girl group smut #kpop smut #twice ff #female idol smut #kpop fanfic

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heliosunny · 5 months ago

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Yandere!Ayato x Reader

The Kamisato family had always been known for their grace and nobility, and Kamisato Ayato embodied that reputation perfectly. He was powerful and endlessly charming. But what many didn't know was that beneath his polished exterior lay an possessiveness, especially when it came to you.

You owed Ayato a favor, a debt you couldn’t repay in gold or words. His family had saved yours during a time of crisis, granting you a life of relative peace in return. And Ayato? He never forgot the debt you carried, using it to keep you within his reach.

When Ayato fell ill with a strange disease, the usually calm and collected Commissioner showed a rare moment of vulnerability. Desperate to fulfill your debt and ease his suffering, you approached Yae Miko, the enigmatic Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine. She was known for her wisdom and knowledge of ancient cures, and you were willing to plead for her help.

Yae, ever the trickster, smiled knowingly as you explained your request. “So, you seek to repay your favor to Kamisato Ayato by saving him? How noble of you. Very well, I will help, but know this, child. Favor or not, nothing with Ayato is ever simple.”

With her help, Ayato recovered. But as his health returned, a grim realization hit him: your favor was complete. You no longer owed him anything. And without that tether, he feared you might drift away.

Ayato couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let that happen. So, he devised a plan.

He began to feign symptoms, claiming the illness had not truly left him. He played the role of a patient on the verge of relapse, ensuring you stayed by his side under the pretense of care. The worried glances you shot him, the way you stayed close to him even late into the night, it fueled the twisted side of him that craved you.

But it wasn’t enough. Ayato knew you were kind, loyal, and bound by a sense of duty. Yet, he also knew you were smart. Sooner or later, you might realize his façade and leave him for good.

So, Ayato set the stage for his final act: an elaborate lie about a mysterious “curse” placed upon him. A curse only you could help him break. He wove a tale of ancient bindings and how your presence brought him relief, spinning a web that would hold you tighter in his grasp.

Even as you began to grow suspicious of the inconsistencies, his soft voice and pleading eyes kept you from questioning too much.

“Please, stay...” he murmured one night as you tried to suggest seeking help from others. “It’s only when you’re near that I feel at ease. You wouldn’t abandon me, would you?”

The way he said it sounded so genuine, so heartbreakingly fragile, that guilt tore through you. How could you walk away when he needed you so desperately?

Unbeknownst to you, Ayato reveled in your hesitation. To him, it was proof that his plan was working. You were his now, bound not by a favor but by your own heart. And he intended to keep it that way forever.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #genshin impact #genshin ayato

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roseareeh · 5 months ago

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I totally understand you I have been dealing with my depression this is and isn't good.

I hope you feel better soon.

I have few ideas for Eddie, feel free to ignore, and please don't put pressure on yourself to write your mental health is more important.

• Maybe they are best friends and ended up sleeping together and the reader got pregnant

• Or maybe Eddie is dating Dustin's older sister, and she got pregnant.

Like I said feel free to ignore.

And take care of yourself ❤️ you're a amazing person 😘

Teen Pregnancy Series | Eddie Munson x Henderson! Reader

Notes: This took me a bit longer than expected, but your request helped a lot! I combined them a bit, I hope you enjoy!

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of abortion, some medical stuff at the end but no blood, pregnancy

"Dustin, get out!", you screamed as your brother burst through the bathroom door. This wouldn't have been this terrible if it wasn't for one crucial fact;

The pregnancy test in your hand.

"(Y/N), what the fuck are you doing?!", he yelled back as you shoved him out and slammed the door shut. "Shut up!", you yelled through the door as he kept knocking. After locking the door, you finally got to take a good look at the test result: Positive. Fuck.

"(Y/N), please, I really need to pee! I won't tell mom!" The test slipped in the pocket of your sweatpants before opening the door and rushing into your room. As you sat on the bed and starred at the two lines, tears started streaming down your face. How could this happen? You were always careful.

And the worst part is, Eddie is the father. Your brothers role model.

The friendship between Eddie and you was no less than extremely physical. Every time you two hung out, which must've been at least three times a week, you two ended up sleeping together.

And how would you tell him? Eddie was your friend, he was been since you were a freshman and he was a sophomore, and you knew that he tends to freak out easily.

But the very worst part was that you started developing feelings for him a few months ago. Sleeping with him didn't exactly help with that, but you'd rather keep it as it is than loose him completely.

"(Y/N)?", your little brother said from behind your door. "Go away.", you replied while trying to cover your shaky voice. It didn't work. "(Y/N), come on. I know what's going on, you know I'm smart." And of course Dustin wouldn't back down either. With a sigh, you got up and opened the door to your room. "What?", you asked. Your brother walked in without asking and sat down on your bed. "Dustin, this isn't a therapy session, I'm just really-"

"Pregnant?", he said to finish your sentence. "I know what that looks like, don't try to lie." Why would he know that? "Are you okay?"

You closed the bedroom door and sat down next to him. "I'll be fine, Dusty. Don't worry." He picked up the pregnancy test from where you left it and looked at it again. "Are you keeping it?", Dustin continued. "Jesus, you always ask so many question.", you groaned as you laid down on your back. Your little brother did the same, so now both of you were watching your slightly flickering lamp.

"You know who's the dad?", he asked again after a bit. However, you remained quiet. "(Y/N), this is your brother. Who's the father, do you copy?", Dustin continued. "Dustin, this is your older sister. It doesn't matter, over.", you finally replied, to which he groaned and rolled onto his stomach. "Do you not know?!", your brother asked dramatically. "Do you really think that low of me?", you asked. "I know, but it's none of your business."

"I'm that babies uncle, I think it's all of my business."

"Dustin, get out.", you said in a stern tone. He knew better than to keep asking, so he got up and left.

"Love you, (Y/N).", your little brother said before leaving the room.

"Love you, too, Dustin.", you replied.

"With Eddie Munson!? What were you thinking!?", your mother yelled at you. Now that you had a sonogram and knew how far along you were the conversation with your mum was inevitable at this point. "It's not like I planned it...", you mumbled under tears. "Damn right you didn't! How can such a smart girl make such a dumb mistake!?", she continued screaming. Neither of you knew that Dustin was listening from the top of the stairwell. "Mom, please stop...", you whimpered, still crying. Eddie still didn't know about the life growing inside you, and you honestly didn't want to. How would he react? He's been held back twice and sells drugs for extra money. As much as you didn't want to admit it, he isn't exactly father material. "Do you really expect him to be a good and reliable father?", she asked. While her tone was still loud, at least the screaming stopped. "I don't know..." Your mother sat down next to you while you replied in a mumbled tone. "Well, when you get an abortion, I don't mind paying part of it.", she said. You looked at her with a look of disbelief. "When I get an abortion?", you asked.

"Do you actually want to keep it?", she asked.

"Yes mom, I'm keeping it."

As she took a breath in to reply, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it.", you mumbled while getting up and walking away from the kitchen table. Behind the door stood Eddie with a slightly worried look. "Hey.", he said. "Your, uh, coworker said you're sick so I got you ginger ale." Eddie handed you the white plastic bag he held in his hand. "Thanks.", you replied with a small smile as you took the bag from his hand.

"Is that Eddie?", your mother asked as she walked up from behind. "Mom, not now.", you said while looking over your shoulder. "Oh no, by all means. I'd really like some answers!" She huddled him in, while he just looked confused. "Mom, stop-", you continued, but she didn't stop. "How do you plan on caring for a child?!" was the only thing she said before you finally raised your voice. "I haven't told him!", you yelled at your mom. The whole room fell silent, with Eddie looking back and forth between you and your mother. You could clearly see how he pieced together the two sentences that have just been said.

"You're pregnant?", he finally asked. You nodded reluctantly. Finally, your mother read the room and left you two alone.

"I'm at four weeks.", you told him. The silence in the room was oddly loud as both of you just looked at each other.

"So...what are you gonna do?", he finally asked. Your hand went on your stomach instinctively, which was what confirmed your initial decision. "I'm keeping it. And there's nothing that can make me change my mind." A small smile played on his lips before he took your free hand in his. "Good. There's...nobody I'd rather have an unplanned child with." You raised an eyebrow at his words. "One might say you're flirting with me, Mr. Munson." He laughed a bit at your words. "Maybe I am.", he replied.

"Come on, let's talk upstairs.", you said as you walked him in. Truth be told, this was the first time you had him in your room. "Leave the door open!", your mother yelled from the living room.

"He can't get me double-pregnant!", you yelled back.

"I think it's a boy.", you said while braiding small strands of Eddies hair. He had his head on your chest and one hand on your stomach while both of you laid in your bed. It made you wonder; friends don't lay together like this. Not even if they have benefits. "You know I won't care what it is, but I really want a girl." You smiled a bit at his wish while imagining him with a little mini-him. Eddie moved his head so he was looking up at you, with which he ruined the tiny braid you were working on. "I haven't asked you to...well, uh..." You smiled, hoping he was going to ask you what you so desperately wanted to hear. "You put a baby in me, I don't think there's any uncomfortable questions." He laughed a bit before sitting upright, and you did the same. Luckily, there was barely a bump yet that could get in your way. "Well, I really like spending time with you. A lot, actually. And I had feelings for you for a while before, well, all this." A small laugh left your mouth. "I'm not good at this, don't laugh!", Eddie complained.

"I'm laughing because I feel the same and didn't know how to tell you.", you admitted. Now he smiled while pulling you into a hug. "Good. Because anything else would've made this awkward." You snuggled into his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat. His body was so warm, so comforting that you can see yourself like this every night for the rest of your life. "I got a 2-in-1 deal then, huh?", you joked after a bit while looking up. Eddie, however, looked a bit confused. "A boyfriend and a baby at the same time.", you added. A stiffled laugh left his mouth. "You're corny, (Y/N).", he said while laying back again with you in his arms.

"It's only getting worse from here.", you replied.

"So, everything looks fine for 12 weeks.", your OBGYN said as she looked at the ultrasound. Eddie was sitting next to you, closely looking at the screen that showed your baby. "Oh...wait...", she then said. Both you and Eddie shared a look before you spoke up: "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, but it looks like there's two babies."

Your eyes went wide while trying to see another baby on the screen. But there it was, very visible next to their sibling. "We're having twins?", Eddie asked, just to be sure. "Yes, I can definetly tell you that. See, there's baby one." She pointed at the first baby. "And there's baby two." Then at the other.

Both if you were quiet until you got into his van. But your boyfriend kept looking at the sonogram he held tightly between two fingers. "Twins, huh.", he finally said after shutting the cardoor behind him. "That's a curveball." You looked over at him with a worried look, but he was grinning. "Two babies at the same time, with my girlfriend? That's more than I could've ever asked for." The grin on his face was wide, more than you ever expected. Your hand found his, but his gaze never left the sonogram. "What if you get your boy and I get my girl?" You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I bet we will."

"If we have a girl, can we name her Lizzie?" He finally looked at you with sparkling eyes. "Why Lizzie?", you asked. It was then that Eddie realized that he never really told you about his family or his upbringing. "My mother, well...her name was Elizabeth. My father always called her Liz. I'll tell you more when we're home, but I thought maybe Lizzie would be a good name to memorise her." You ran your thumb over the back of his hand while listening to his explanation.

"Lizzie is a beautiful name.", you said. "Maybe, if we have a boy, we can name him Wayne?"

Eddie leaned over to kiss you. "You're even more perfect than I could've ever imagined."

"Steve, really, I can handle it.", you said while carrying three movies in your hands. Ever since your coworker Steve found out that you were pregnant, he was extremely careful around you. "Tell me if you need help.", he said watching you walk around the aisles of the video store. "I even got a little shelf to hold them, don't worry." In an attempt to make him laugh, you balanced the boxes on your 22-week pregnancy belly. "Now that's an advantage.", Robin commented with a laugh. She leaned against the shelf right next to you. "So, you got the genders yet?"

"Not yet. They just won't lay right." She laughed a bit at your words. "Still can't believe you're gonna be a mom.", Robin said with a small smile. The moment was ruined with Steve starting to talk. "And with Eddie Munson out of all people." Both you and Robin looked over at him from behind the shelves. "Choose your next words wisely, he's still my boyfriend." You put away the last VHS box before walking back to the counter. While you logged the movies in the computer as returned, Steve stood next to you. "I'm just saying, it's a bit surprising." Robin joined the both of you behind the counter while pulling up a stool for you to sit on. You thanked her before sitting down. "I think Steve is hitting on you.", she joked with her signature grin. He put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow. "Why would date someone who's pregnant?"

"So you wouldn't date moms?", you teased.

"What? No, I mean- You're in a relationship and pregnant, that's immoral."

"I think he doesn't want to date moms.", Robin whispered to you.

"I would date moms, just not (Y/N).", Steve continued to defend himself. Robin and you shared a look, knowing that he fell for your teasing again. "You're messing with me again, aren't you?" Robin and you started laughing at his realisation. He scoffed before going into the back, presumable to get more returned movies, while you kept typing on the computer.

You looked up once you heard the bell from the entrance door ring, which meant a customer walked in. Said customer was your boyfriend Eddie. "Hey there.", you said with a grin before kissing him on the lips. "How's my favourite girl?", he asked with a grin. "Better now.", you replied while walking around the counter. "Schools already over?"

"Yeah, the last two classes were cancelled because they couldn't find a sub. I was gonna ask you if we wanna have a movie night later so I can buy food for us." A wide grin spread on your face at his suggestion. "I'd like that very much. What movie?" Your boyfriend said his thoughts out loud. "You don't really like horror right now, so maybe we can agree on Scarface?" Robin walked up behind him to grab the movies Steve brought back out. "Isn't the first rule of having a pregnant girlfriend to do anything she wants?", she commented while walking by. Eddie looked at her a bit dumbfounded before looking back at you. "Lucky you, I like Scarface so it's fine." Your boyfriend held you by your hips while pulling you closer, although the bump was getting in the way. "Read my mind, didn't you?", he said with a grin. As he leaned in for a kiss, you could feel one of the babies kicking. They started doing that this week, and it was honestly still a bit weird. At the same time, you loved to feel the little lives growing inside of you. And when Eddie was close to you like this, he could feel them too. "I'm just glad they stopped kicking my bladder. Although their sibling might be planning that right now." Both of you laughed a bit before Eddie leaned in for another kiss. "Are they kicking?", Robin interrupted excitedly. You and your boyfriend broke the kiss to look at her. "You promised I could touch your belly if they do!", your friend and coworker continued. With a raised eyebrow, Eddie looked over at you. "I did promise that.", you confirmed before turning sideways from your boyfriend. There was a childlike look on Robins face when she felt the babies kick against your stomach. Meanwhile, Eddie watched the smile grow on your face, and he realized how lucky he was to have you. The pregnancy was everything else but planned, yet he has never felt as happy as he did now.

"With any luck, we'll find our the genders in two weeks.", you said, which pulled Eddie out of his train of thoughts. "Dustin keeps bugging me about it, more than them." You gave a small nod in the direction of Steve and Robin.

"Did they tell you?", Dustin immediately asked as you walked through the front door. He came out of nowhere and scared you a bit. "Fuckin' hell Dustin, you'll get me into early labour like that.", you said. Eddie was trotting behind you with an idiotic grin on his face. That's all Dustin needed to see to know that you finally found out. "Sorry.", he still said in a truly regretful tone. Dustin even helped you get out of your jacket and took your bag from you. "Alright. We're having one boy and one girl." The look of excitement on his face was unmatched. Barely anything ever made him as happy as what you just told him. "And in an added plottwist, you can go and look for something in my bag." He was still grinning like an idiot while looking through your bag. Between papers from your doctor, your sunglasses and lip balm, he found a trucker cap that read 'Favorite Uncle'. "No way!", he said loudly with a wide grin. "(Y/N), no way!", he continued. "Yes way, Dustin.", you said before he jumped into your arms for a big hug. "We know you'll be a great uncle." He was still grinning like a cheshire cat by the time he let you go and immediately switch the cap currently on his head for the new one.

The next few months were an absolute dream. Eddie was attentive and took the best care of you, despite still being in school. His grades got better, and as far as you knew he stopped dealing. While the living situation with a baby would be hard at your moms with Eddie there too, it didn't matter that much. He promised to get a job as soon as he graduated.

However, it all came crumbling down when the police knocked at your door one morning. "(Y/N) Henderson?", the officer asked. "That's me. Did something happen?" You saw what was going on in Hawkins on the TV just half an hour ago, and it made you worry. Dustin left right after, so your first thought was that something happened to him. "May we come in? It would be best to sit down for this." You let the two officers in and walked behind them, although even walking was hard for you now. The twins were at 35 weeks now, and you were about ready to pop any day. The three of you sat down at the dinner table while you felt the anxiety raise in you. "What's going on?", you asked them while trying to find a comfortable sitting position. "Your boyfriend is Edward Munson, correct?", the officer started. This made a cold shiver run down your spine. "Yeah, he is. Did something happen to him?"

"He is our main suspect in a murder case.", he simply stated. Unexpectedly, you started laughing. "Wow, that's just...that's peak comedy.", you said under laughter. "Eddie wouldn't hurt a fly, even though he acts like it." But neither one of the officers laughed, or even seemed to appreciate your laughter. "This isn't a joke, Ms. Henderson. We're currently looking for him and need you to tell us his location." This was actually unbelievable to you. "I don't know where he is. He told me he'll go to his uncles after school, and then never came back. I can't tell you more." They were quiet for a bit before speaking again. "Unfortunately, we have reason to believe what you could be possibly hiding him so we'll have to search your house." Once again, you laughed. "This isn't my house, it's my mother's. And I'm not letting you search anything without a warrant." They knew that it was no use to continue talking to you right now, so they left eventually. You still couldn't believe that Eddie was actually the main suspect in a murder case. He would never hurt anyone, especially not now that you could be giving birth any day.

Who else could know where he was?

"Oh god, Eddie!", you said as you fell into his arms. He was fine, but far away from safe. "Are you okay? And the babies?", he asked you while hugging you back. Usually, he was carefully since it was the end of your pregnancy. But right now he held onto you like you were his lifeline. "We're okay. Just scared." Your hands cupped his face before finally kissing him. Now, more than ever, it felt like home. "I swear, I didn't do anything, I promise.", Eddie said, close to tears. Your thumbs ran across his cheeks in an attempt to comfort him. "I know. We'll figure this out, you'll come home and then we can have the happy family we wanted. Okay?" He nodded at your words before hugging you again.

"How many fucking times, he wouldn't do that!", you yelled towards the other parents, including your own mother, while they argued about where the kids could be. "I know this is hard to believe in your circumstances, but-" You scoffed at your mother's words. "My circumstances? Really?", you said in a mocking tone. "I'm carrying your grandkids and you call that a circumstance. Mother of the fucking year." You leaned back on the couch you were sitting on while crossing your arms in front of your chest. "Is everyone here actually dumb enough to not realise how easy it is to break into someones trailer? It could've been anyone!" Most gave you a look of pity, possibly because they thought you were just a pregnant girl who didn't want to admit to her baby daddy's mistakes. "Honey, I get that you're upset but all signs are pointing to him. And now your brother is missing, too." You rolled your eyes already when Mrs. Wheeler called you Honey. "All of you are judgy assholes.", you said while getting up and wanting to leave. As you were grabbing your bag in the hallway, water trickled down your legs. "Oh no. No, no, no.", you said while looking down. Your water undoubtedly broke. "Mom!" She came into the hallway quickly, seeing the state you were in she didn't even need to ask questions. "I'll drive you to the hospital, come on.", she said. Mrs. Sinclair helped you get outside into your mother's car while she was looking for her keys in a hurry. "You'll be fine, it's gonna be okay.", she said in an attempt to calm you down.

You were going into labour, your brother was missing and your boyfriend was wanted for murder.

For weeks, you and your babies have sat besides Eddie's hospital bed. He was greatly injured during the earthquake and barely made it, causing him to fall into a coma. Nobody could tell you when or if he'd ever wake up from it, so there was nothing you could do besides staying by his side. Your twins, Lizzy and Wayne, were extremely calm when the three of you sat beside him. Whenever you were home with them, they couldn't stop crying. It's like they knew their father wasn't with them. "Please wake up...", you whispered while holding his hand. It was horrific to see him connected to so many tubes and machines. At least the police stopped claiming him as a suspect, since the kids said he wasn't there when they found the two other corpses. You don't know if they lied or not, but that really didn't matter right now. On a good note, your house wasn't destroyed during the earthquake. If anything, you could give your kids a roof over their head.

Weeks passed. The twins were eight weeks old when you got a call one morning. Eddie woke up again. Immediately, you packed up the twins and drove to the hospital. They kept crying until the very moment you opened the door to Eddies hospital room. He slowly turned his head and saw you with the stroller in front of you. His face looked sunken in, like he was awake for weeks on end. "Hey, it's (Y/N).", you said with a smile as you came in. Eddie still managed to give you a small smile. "I know my girlfriend.", he mumbled in a raspy voice. You pushed the stroller to his bed and parked it right next to him, giving him perfect view of your twins. They were the first people he took a proper look at before looking back at you. "They're perfect.", he mumbled. You smiled and pushed up a chair to sit down. "Dustin and I took many pictures for you, so you wouldn't miss anything." Lizzie was slowly waking up and opened her eyes, just to finally meet the opened eyes of her father. "Hey Liz, look who's here.", you cooed at her while picking her up. "I can feel my arms. Can I..." Without him needing to day anything further, you put her on his chest. "Don't overdo it. They're quite heavy.", you joked while watching him stroke her back with his hands. "She's a clunker.", he agreed. While he was holding your daughter, you stroked his hair carefully. "I missed you, honey.", you said in a hushed tone. He looked up at you with those eyes you missed so much. "I'm here now. I won't leave you like that again."

"Yeah, you better.", you giggled

"Why do they have to be so much like you?", you complained while crashing into your bed. It took both of you almost an hour to just get your 3-year olds ready for bed, putting them down took almost more than that. "God, I hope the next one comes after me." Eddie chuckled and pulled you close to him, putting his hand on your 6-month baby belly. It was the perfect angle to see his wedding ring in the dim bedroom lighting. "I think you're forgetting that they're Hendersons. Look at how your brother turned out." As much as you loved your brother, you didn't need a second one at home. "I just want one quiet one at least.", you mumbled sleepily. "Then we'll just make many more.", Eddie said with a sly grin. You chuckled a bit while cuddling up to him. "I'll have as many as we can with you.", you said before a soft knock interrupted the two if you. The twins stood in the doorway. "Can we sleep here?", Wayne whispered. "Sure, get in here.", Eddie said before helping both into your bed. As hyper as they are, both were calmest while cuddling with their parents. While Lizzie laid next to his father, Wayne was cuddled up to you and fell asleep again rather quickly. Lizzie snorred soon after as well.

"We have great kids.", Eddie said after a while. You hummed in agreement.

"They're pretty amazing."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine

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konpeitonom · 7 months ago

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jimmy headcanons with curly’s niece who is only working with pony express because of her relation with curly… naive and dumb and he doesn’t think she deserves to be working there (sfwandnsfw😬)

jimmy taking advantage of curlys niece.

sfw/nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader - content warnings for legal age gap (18-25 implied reader, jimmy 30s-40s) jimmys character overall. manipulation? don’t like don’t read, block button is right there. minors do not read the nsfw section

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; requester is my friend yayayahahh i hope u like this.. short bc i did not have many ideas. u mentioned in dms he’d have a soft spot for u but idk if i showed that well oopsies. ~ never proofread as always

SFW

— you didn’t deserve your place at all, only got in because your uncle is some high and mighty captain. pony express is cheap, so he’d wonder why they’d add someone completely useless- young adult/older teenager who knows jack shit.

— was bitter about it (as if he didn’t use curly to get his job as well) but stopped when he noticed how cute you were. an idiot who has no idea what she wants to do in life, he needed that.

— i think he started pursuing you at first to kind of piss off curly. maybe not intentionally but like subconsciously, he wanted to hurt curly. and you boarding the tulpar was the perfect moment for that!!

— he’s met you before. him and curly are long-time friends, so probably at some sort of family gathering.. you didn’t catch his eye though, you were a teenager.

— i think he’d grow to have a bit of a soft spot for you, however. i think the others would think it’s simply because he and curly are close, so he has a bias towards curlys niece.

— you’d look up to him. he’s your cool uncles friend! how couldn’t you? and he’s a pilot? that’s cool. so cool. on paper, at least.

— no one would really be mean to you, but if they were, jimmy would get upset at them! it might come off as “he’s just so nice..” to you, but in reality he feels as if he owns you in a sense. you just look up to him so much.

— jimmy thinks it’s cute you’re so dumb and naive. he can mold you to whatever he wants. he has to play smart about it though. he can’t have you running off crying to your uncle, like he’d do anything- but still.

— hes the co-pilot, and while it’s a vital role it’s not like he’s the captain. still though, he’d use that as an excuse to sort of boss you around. like, “that’s not how you’re supposed to do it, are you blind?”

— then right after would say something sweet to keep you coming back. and he likes you, like “yeah, there you go, good job. do it right next time, yeah?” .. he doesn’t speak that way just to anyone, you’re special.

— would touch you subtly.. like light touches on your hips, waist. enough for you to notice but also enough for you to be like, “he’s just friendly” !!

— curly doesn’t notice it, ngl. even if he did he’d just brush it off like, “jimmys always like that with girls, pay no mind too it. but tell me if it gets too much, kid” .. and would still do nothing

— maybe he’d have a ‘talk’ with him? but that’s really it

NSFW

minors do not read

— for your first time, he would be nice about it. seriously. especially if you were a virgin. i mean, in his head he isn’t saying nice things but he’s gotta make you wanna stick around him, no? he’s charming with his words, so allll the shit things he does either flys by your head or are excused with how ‘nice he is sometimes!’

— we see this in the way he interacts with daisuke. he knows exactly what to say. ^_^

— after awhile he’d shame you to hell about it, sorry. doesn’t matter if he initiated it first. you’re still fucking weird for wanting to be with an older guy like him, let alone your uncles friend.

— he’d say shit like, “what if he walked in right now, huh? that’s your uncle.” and would laugh in your face as you clenched around him.

— he fantasizes about doing it in the cockpit, but he knows he can’t because curly can walk in at any time. too big of a risk for him. though maybe that’s the fun of it all.

— he’d do it if you suggested it though haha.. would make you call him captain because he’s weird like that. his jealousy for curly is evident in your relationship!

— “is this what pony express hired you to do?”

— he is a panty stealer. when you fuck there’s a 50% chance you’ll have to run back to your room to get a new pair of underwear because he isn’t giving it back.

— the other 50% is him cumming in your panties and making you wear it. yeah he’s gross, sorry. on your next trip you’ll know to bring double what you usually do.

— sex is all about him, honestly. i mean he knows he has to make it worthwhile so you’ll stay, but besides that his first priority is to please himself.

— contrayer to popular opinion, he likes it when you’re riding him. he feels in control; because at any time he can just grab your hips and fuck you himself.

— likes seeing your face contort and flush, pushing his face away in embarrassment as you make a mess of yourself on his cock.. he lives off that shit

— ok i’m done i hate this man

#mouthwashing x reader #jimmy x reader #jimmy mouthwashing x reader #co pilot jimmy #mouthwashing fic #mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #nomnompyon

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thearcaneuniversity · 22 days ago

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I keep thinking about Gi-hun and In-ho’s situation(ship), as well as their respective characters and the overall message of Squid Game.

In-ho clearly got emotionally attached, which is why he didn’t kill Gi-hun at the end of Season 2. Logically, that would’ve made more sense - especially if he wanted to punish him. He could have eliminated Jung-bae and then Gi-hun, or not allowed Gi-hun to come back into the games in the first place. He had years to get rid of him during the gap between seasons. But he didn’t.

If we were to try and unpack In-ho’s mindset, based on LBH’s interpretation of his character, In-ho used to be like Gi-hun: righteous, idealistic, deeply committed to justice – a good-at-heart kind of cop. Someone who always deeply believed in fairness. I imagine he was a bit naive too, despite his line of work. Then it all came crashing down when his wife got sick, he lost his job – very possibly unfairly (I believe he either wasn’t involved in bribery at all, or there is simply more to that story) - and then ended up in the games. All of these factors made him go from one extreme to another - from idealism to cynicism. The world wasn’t fair, so he’d control this cruel, twisted system and at least make it fair, on his terms. He needed to believe in some kind of order to justify the terrible things he was now a part of. It’s a coping mechanism that doesn’t absolve him of his crimes, but gives us an understanding for his future actions and choices.

He takes on the role of the Frontman, overseeing the games for years - unchallenged and alone - both a perpetrator and a victim of the brutal system he’s both upholding as well as merely trying to survive within.

Enter Seong Gi-hun. An unrelenting force of goodness. A man that yells about how unfair and inhumane the games are. A man that refuses to fully conform, even when doing so would benefit him. He isn’t especially smart or skilled, definitely not perfect, but he’s brave, kind, and resilient. Strong-willed. Even after being betrayed, humiliated, and traumatized, he never loses his heart. His moral compass stays intact even in the final fight with Sang-woo - Gi-hun holds out his hand to his childhood friend and rival offering mercy, unity, and a way to break the cycle of bloodshed.

That must have wrecked In-ho emotionally.

Here is someone that is so similar to his old self, his younger brother, possibly his late wife – still believing, still fighting, still loving, still refusing to give in to the bitterness. It pulls at something deep within him. Once again quoting LBH – Gi-hun literally pulls at his heart - and it's beautiful, frustrating, hopeful, painful and confusing.

In-ho watches Gi-hun rebel against the system just like he once (possibly) did, but Gi-hun doesn’t break the way In-ho did. And instead of stopping him, In-ho lets him go – again and again. He has every opportunity to kill him, silence him, remove him from the equation. But he doesn’t. Part of it is the "fairness" he still believes the games uphold - Gi-hun won, and that should mean something. I truly believe that In-ho genuinely hoped for Gi-hun to find peace and happiness after winning the games. However, the other underlying reason for In-ho not putting an end to Gi-hun’s interference is the fact that In-ho has grown attached - long before Gi-hun made his comeback.

So when Gi-hun comes back with a request to be put back into the games, In-ho allows it. Why? Because he needs to show him the truth of the world, the reality of humanity - he thinks he's teaching him a lesson by exposing the system for what it is. But there were so many chances to just... shut the door in Gi-hun’s face, and he didn’t take any of them... because some part of him wants Gi-hun to reach him.

He’s ashamed to face Jun-ho, who remembers who he was. But Gi-hun only knows him as the Frontman. There’s no past to be disappointed in, no expectations to fall short of. He can show his worst self to Gi-hun without fearing rejection that hits as deeply. And yet… he still yearns to be understood. Maybe even accepted. Because, let’s face it, In-ho is a deeply lonely character. He doesn’t have friends. He doesn’t relate to the guards. He keeps people at arm’s length. And suddenly, here’s this one man who might get it - because they’re alike, they’ve been through the same hell and have both been affected by it. With the small difference of Gi-hun choosing to fight for light.

There’s a chance, for the first time in years, that In-ho won’t be alone, which also makes him confused. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore. He doesn’t believe in what Gi-hun believes, but he wants to believe it, in his heart of hearts. He finds excuses not to kill him - when doing so would have been beyond easy. He tells himself that it’s about teaching this foolish man a lesson or drawing out the pain to punish him, but the truth is, he can’t bring himself to snuff out that last flicker of hope.

I wouldn’t be surprised if In-ho started helping Gi-hun - subtly, inconsistently. Defending him to the VIPs under a ruse of punishment. Not even sure if he’s trying to break Gi-hun or save him. Maybe a bit of both. Maybe he also wants Gi-hun to redeem him. Maybe he wants to be proven wrong. To be punished...

They’re both deeply broken, partially self-destructive and suicidal. In-ho is pulling Gi-hun toward the dark just as Gi-hun is trying to pull In-ho toward the light.

Ultimately, I believe this story will lean itself toward hope, because even in a cruel and unjust world, people can choose to be good and they do try to be better. Maybe that’s the message we need now more than ever: that redemption isn’t just some abstract ideal, but a necessity.

#squid game #squid game meta #seong gi hun #hwang in ho #player 456 #player 001 #457 #inhun #ginho

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 year ago

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I have a request if that's OK can you do Yandere class 1a(romantic) (and Yandere eraser mic platonic ofc) x reader with powers like starfire or raven

Sure and I'll go with the reader having powers like Starfire if that's okay with you and I sincerely apologize if this sucked

You were a part of class 1A and over a period of time, they started growing obsessed and possessive of you so much that you weren't even allowed to hang out with students from the other classes. To say you had powers was an understatement, you were basically a walking weapon with your abilities of being able to fly, shooting laser beams from your eyes and hands, superhuman strength and agility. You aced the UA entrance exam like it was nothing and left everyone awed and speechless of your powers. You were soon sorted into class 1A after you received your acceptance letter and you became friends with your classmates, unaware of their darker masked desires and hidden intentions for you

You were book smart but when it came to figuring out the intentions your classmates had for you, you were quite naive indeed. The other day Monoma, TetsuTetsu and Kendou wanted to hang out with you and you agreed to hang out with them, when your classmates found out about your plans to hang out with some other class instead of them, they were annoyed and their jealousy bubbled inside him. They usually couldn't stand each other at times, each of them wanting to have you for themselves, however during times like this they were forced to work together. "HAH!? TF DO YOU MEAN HANGING OUT WITH THAT BLONDE RAT!? NO WAY!" yelled Bakugou as he muttered profanities and cursed under his breath while threatening to blast Monoma to the orbit. Uraraka, Momo and Mina had resorted to trying to guilt trip you by telling you that you barely ever hang out with them and you wanted to spend time with other people instead of them. Even the usually calm Deku and Kirishima had dark looks plastered across their faces, looking deep in thought while Iida was busy lecturing you as usual about how you shouldn't ignore your classmates when they wanted to spend time with you and besides, you also had homework to do and started listing out every possible reason why you couldn't hang out with the class 1B students

Eventually you ended up giving in and decided to have a movie night in the common room with your classmates since they just wouldn't stop with the incessant pestering. You don't know what it is they've done, but they've done something for sure since no one from class 1B decided to approach you the next day. Even Monoma kept his distance from you and scurried off in the opposite direction as your spotted a few scars on his face and hands which your dear classmates may or may not have caused. They won't allow anyone else to steal you away from them, you're theirs. From hanging out with Shoji and Koda and playing with Koda's pet bunnies to helping Sato bake his goodies and doing homework with Iida and Shoto to going shopping with the girls, you feel like your classmates are monopolizing your time way too much but you can't really do anything about it, how could you possibly prove that they're in the wrong for wanting to spend time with you?

Your teachers are of no help either whatsoever, Aizawa sensei and Present Mic think it's a GOOD thing your classmates are so protective and possessive of you. They're worried you might become reckless one day and your powers might end up hurting you which is the last thing they all want, so it's like a mutual silent agreement and understanding between them to keep an eye on you and protect you. Even if they have to get their hands dirty. Aizawa and Mic see you as one of their own kids to take care of and they take that role VERY seriously. The other day some random dude actually had the GUTS and audacity to try slipping in a love note into your locker while Aizawa was passing by and his eyes narrowed as he wrapped the guy in his scarves and gave him detention for the rest of the semester every day. If someone dares to make the mistake of bullying you, Mic would be the one to deal with that by using his quirk on them to make their eardrums literally BLEED till they apologize

Now, about your powers, it's a tricky situation. As much as they all love you for who you are and how capable you are to take care of yourself, they're also worried you might end up getting hurt one day because of them. No way in hell would Aizawa ever give you strenuous training tasks despite your whining and pleading, you could get hurt. They ALWAYS have eyes everywhere and they know your every move no matter what. Some of your classmates have literally resorted to stalking the living daylights out of you and you're still unaware of the secret cameras placed in your room, courtesy of Iida when you both had that study session a few days ago. Your every movement is now watched by all your classmates and your teachers as well. They don't even realize they're doing something wrong and they're lost so far in their delusion, they think they're just doing their jobs as good heroes in protecting you, their loved one and keeping you safe

Denki, Kirishima, Sero, Hagakure and Ojiro think your powers are cool but the rest of them are really worried for your safety. You always get lectured by Iida whenever you end up doing something risky and Deku would just be pleading with you to never do something like this again while Bakugou would lovingly insult you to knock some sense into your head. You are NOT to be fighting villains, they've all established that already and made that rule VERY clear. If there's a villain attack at some point, you'll be taken to safety because they do not want you engaging into such dangerous stuff. Look, you might have strong powers and you might be a good fighter but that still doesn't mean they'll let you fight villains and criminals, you'll always be seen as someone naive and sheltered in their eyes, someone they need to protect from the darkness of the world. But not to worry though, after the villains are dealt with (Or probably murdered), Aoyama will comfort you with cheese, Momo will make you some tea and Jirou will play some of her music for you as you'll spend the rest of your time surrounded by your classmates once again, your teachers pleased with the turn of events of the extreme lengths your classmates are willing to take to protect you. What sort of heroes would they be if they can't ensure their loved one's safety after all?

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere class 1a #yandere class 1a x reader #yandere class 1a scenarios #yandere class 1a oneshots #yandere class 1a imagines #yandere class 1a headcanons #platonic yandere erasermic #platonic yandere erasermic x reader #yandere erasermic x reader #platonic yandere aizawa x reader x platonic yandere hizashi yamada #platonic yandere erasermic scenarios #platonic yandere aizawa #platonic yandere hizashi yamada

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controld3vil · 1 year ago

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atreides and bene gesserit

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic), austin butler x actor!reader

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: as clueless as you were about your sister's role, it brought you much surprise and joy to see her on the same carpet as you.

notes: reader uses fem pronouns as she's playing a role as a bene gesserit. reader is also described as wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit. and i really enjoyed lea seydoux's performance and hope to see more of it !! this is also COMPLETELY separate from the first two posts ive made since the readers r playing different characters yeah?

When Denise Villeneuve asked you about the role of Lady Margot Fenring, you were genuinely shocked about his decision. You appreciated his works but have never gotten close to any of his sets before. You have worked with directors who've admired Villeneuve for his imaginative mind. And now, you witnessed his creativity in person for the first time.

The role was small and not as significant as the other main leads. Regardless, your character was just as enigmatic and complex as any other in the Dune franchise. Even though your time was short, it was a fun experience to learn and observe from. You weren't able to meet the entire cast after production, but with the NYC premiere, you were able to link up again.

You heard your name being called out. "Hello! How are you?" The well-known comedian and presenter by the name of Amelia Dimonberg was now beside you. In her jet-black corset dress, her style is chic and elegant. She hands you a microphone with the film's title plastered on it. "You look beautiful!"

"Thank you!" you sweetly recuperate, diverting your shoulders to the sight, cutely. You give a little pose before complimenting her own outfit. "You as well!"

"Do you have a memorable day on set that sticks out to you?" Amelia questions, subtly leaning toward your direction. And now you noticed her detailed eye makeup which enhances her outfit altogether.

"Well- I've had, like, only a few days," You let out a quick sigh. Truly it was nothing to be embarrassed about but you could not help but feel shy about it.

"Mmhmm! So all of them?"

"Yeah, all of them!" With ease, your shyness turns into giddy laughter as all you remember from your times on set. Recalling those tiny moments brought a small smile to your face. "Every day counted for me and that was enough."

"Oh absolutely!" Amelia chides, nodding in agreement. She quickly then moves onto the next question, "How long do you think you could last in the actual desert?"

"Oo that's a tough question," Lifting your fingers to rest on your chin as you try to contemplate an answer. "Ideally no- I feel like I could never recover from the heat."

"Yes yes, the heat's very intense,"

"Yeah- no I don't think I'd ever leave my house for that-" You shake your head nonchalantly, acknowledging how most of your scenes already were indoors. You could imagine how you would do in the desert of Abu Dhabi. It makes you appreciate the cast and crew even more for their effort to make filming more comforting and tolerable.

"Where would be your dream location to hang out? I'm assuming your home then since you prefer to say inside?" The blonde interviewer quickly catches on, eyebrows raising intrigued by your response.

Instead, you hummed bashfully, "Actually I think an oasis would be nice." The camera catches onto Amelia's face, fully fixated on you. "Which fits perfectly if I were to live in the desert actually!"

"Mm yeah, smart choice!" She responds more cheerily. "You can maybe go for a swim, you know-"

"Right right," You give her an playful look, "And you don't have to go thirsty!"'

"Absolutely, the best of both worlds," Amelia chirps, doing the same expression. "So this film centers a lot around dreams. Do you have vivid dreams of yourself?"

"Yes! I've uh- I've had many dreams of myself. I mean, this one, for example-" You turn to the camera, waving with the most adorable smile on your face. "'I'm living my dream right now!"

"You're living your dream right now!"

In another section of the premiere, you were walking down the carpet for press interviews and photography. The set where the premiere was taking place was gorgeously made in the shades of black and orange, the perfect theme of the film. The entire venue was outdoors, allowing you to feel the cold air and be more at ease in the crowded space. There were more paparazzi than you had expected, and you suddenly became aware that you were alone. Without any friend or acquaintance to accompany by, you searched aimlessly for a familiar face.

Then there was a holler. And then multiple more came after, it made you confused really. Your head swerves to the sound of the person you so try to look for and immediately you're struck in awe.

"Anya?!" In an instant, you're seen running towards your sister in the far back of the premiere wall. People were reluctantly used to fast-paced relocations around the carpet. Therefore most did not mind your hasty stumbles through the crowd. It was almost comical how apparent your demeanor changed when you heard her, in fact, videos and pictures caught all of it.

"Hi!" She beams in her white dress robe. Her makeup was glowing, making her skin seem angelic, and sheer without impurities. Her outfit covers her like a nun, covering her head and body in almost transparent cloth. Yet it flows around her so elegantly, almost like she was an angel from the stars. She squeezes your figure firmly, only after releasing to gush about your appearance.

You adored a beige sleeveless jumpsuit. The color is complimented with tiny designs of sparkle. Its seams captured your figure perfectly, as you also wore a gold chain and bulky rings. From the lighting, it looks as though your outfit is shining. And to be completely honest, you prefer comfort over the judging looks of fashion critics. Therefore you wanted to wear something that you could still move comfortably in. Thus you were able to run over to your sister with ease.

Through the other lens and camera, they could pick up some of her words after. "You look so gorgeous! How are you here?!" Anya's expression changes into a perplexed one as she gets a hold of your shoulders, shaking them back and forth.

"I was invited obviously, "You said, mimicking her voice while holding onto her arms on yours. "You didn't tell me you were a part of Dune!" Viewers from afar could tell you were pushing an act, reacting as though you were petrified about how Anya managed to be here in the first place.

"I didn't know you were either!" She giggled, closing in on your right ear. Your sister whispers to you slowly, trying to withdraw from the camera and recordings. "Villeneuve had mentioned something but honestly I just thought it was a joke."

It was your turn to guff. Your mouth opens wide flabbergasted, looking sarcastically offended. "Why would you think he's joking?!"

Anya scoffs lightly, wanting to go further with the joke. "I don't know- I just didn't take his word seriously,"

"Why? Because you didn't think I'd make it into the film?" You accused, eyes widening with a hand over your heart. "You're so cruel."

"So cruel," She smirks up at you, then moves back to be by your side. You see her face forward the flashing cameras, as you do the same. "Come! Let's take some pictures!"

"Your outfit looks beautiful by the way!" Anya Taylor muses, eyeing down at the fine details on your jumpsuit. "It's very... you!"

You give her a nod, before flattening some of the creases, "I thought this color was so exquisite, so I thought it would be perfect for the premiere." You lift your head to look at your sister, before realizing behind her, the upcoming stars of the film were getting ready to take cast photos. "Oh Anya- I think you should go!"

Your sister turns and then gazes back at you with a soft smile. "You should come with me!"

The thunder of cameramen and journalist blurred your focus for a moment. "Are you sure-"

Again the sound of your name is hurdled but this time from someone you haven't seen in a long time. Jessica Ferguson, who too wears a black body suit with veils and bold makeup. She waves her hand almost too eagerly to have you come closer alongside your sister. "Come, join us!"

Videos were filmed of the people gesturing to the cast of Dune in a line. Little by little, the row of people is filled and organized to be in the center of the camera's focus. Some actors had to move spots, due to lack of space or better color semblance on the other side of the row. You stood next to Jessica and Florence Pugh was beside your right, as you tried to stand closer for the picture.

Anya Taylor was on the opposite side, with Austin Butler and beside him, Timothee Chalamet. A noticeable clip taken all over was when the French actor went to greet the English actress, warmly, clasping her hand with both hands as a proper salute as on-screen siblings.

You did not mind the lack of attention. You were happy for Anya for achieving a great role. One with a welcoming cast and crew. It was then your eyes scanned down the row, from Zendaya to Stellan Skarsgard. Then to Austin, whom you've been familiar with since day one. Only him to find your gaze seconds later. You give a little nod and smile before averting your direction to Anya who is already staring at you with gleaming eyes.

You were going back and forth with Jessica and Florence on your travels for a while. From plans reception to favorite desserts, all you three wanted to talk about was food. Paparazzi caught onto your banter quickly and snapped a few photos. You even went out of your way to do silly poses. Followed by Jessica and Florence, then did the same, sticking their tongues out in a rock star kind of fashion. You throw out piece signs, giving a dramatic frown as another flash happens.

Catch-ups were definitely refreshing and fun. Thus why you nearly jump when Austin appeared behind you.

"Oh my gosh, hey!" You stuttered, giving him a quick hug to calm your nerves. "You scared me!"

"Sorry sorry! I just wanted to surprise you!" He leans his head slightly, allowing better eye contact. You felt a few taps on your shoulder and noticed Jessica and Florence scurrying away, with their thumbs up, all goofy and excited.

Your eyes make it back to his. "I would've said hi back at the cast photo, but you were so far away," Shrugging you dismiss your failure as a mild missed opportunity.

But Austin shakes his head in an averted manner. "No- Don't worry about it." You could already sense interviewers and others with microphones closing on you two. You were out in the open, and it's bound to happen. "I wanted to- you know, say hi to you in a less chaotic place."

"I tried looking for you but there's just so many people," You give your costar an exhausted look. It was then a keen young man approached the pair of you. It was the People magazine, as you became aware of the logo alongside their camera and microphone.

"Hey, would you two mind a short interview for People's magazine?"

Truly, this was what premieres were about. The cast and crew meet with fans to show what they have worked so hard for. You brought you no better satisfaction than to praise everyone's efforts. The interviewer then proceeded to have a quick introduction of you and Austin beside you. You both had separate microphones in each hand. Once the video started rolling, you peered at the camera and gave the audience a grin.

"So how are you guys doing? Met all of your lovely cast members yet?"

"Oh absolutely," You emphasized every syllable, nodding. Austin only glances at you in amusement. "It's crazy how many people are here I was so overwhelmed!"

"Yeah, it was pretty crowded," The male actor adds, lowering his microphone slightly.

"Hopefully it will die down!" The interviewer beams. "So what was it like getting to know each other in this film? How was the first day on set like?"

"Oh, well it went very smoothly," You start, staring up at Austin in approval. "Even though my time was short on set, I feel like we had a pretty good rhythm starting out."

"I was about to say! The scenes with Feyd and Lady Margot were really something!"

"Why thank you, we appreciate it," Austin nervously laughs, scratching his ear.

The interviewer takes the lead to discuss your preparation for the role and how it was working with Villeneuve. As new characters, you and Austin both talked about your views on both of your characters. Both are very different yet mysterious to the viewers. Additionally, you two were introduced in a similar scene of the pit fight. The People's Magazine interviewer was compelled to compliment Austin on his opening scene. You knew he had practiced the choreographed fights vigorously. And of which you were lucky to witness on the days that you were present.

"It was completely freeing and different than what I was used to doing," Austin probes, leaning toward your direction. "Were you there for the pit fight?"

"I think I was," You turn, similarly. "I remember watching from afar and thinking wow." Immediately you could sense him eagerly looking down at you with a sly smile. "He was- Austin did amazing with the fight choreography, I was impressed!"

"Was this the first time seeing him in full costume too?"

"Oh yes!" You bonked your hand on your forehead, "He was and I just- couldn't believe it was him!"

Suddenly Austin jumps in, "She was startled when I first came up to her in full costume."

"You came out of nowhere, by the way!" You rebutted, giving him a side glance.

"I didn't mean to," As he tries to reassure his actions, "I wanted to give a good first impression!" It was humorous how playful you two were together despite having dissimilar filming schedules. Though most of your scenes involved Butler, your friendship only became more apparent weeks after working together. It was off and on for months at a time due to being busy in other countries simultaneously.

Eventually, you were able to link up again weeks before the premiere. After waiting a long time to meet up, you almost felt relieved that you hadn't seen your costar in a while.

"And Austin, how was filming with her?! From a character's standpoint, what kind of dynamic do you see playing out?" The People's Magazine interviewer perks up, having the camera transition from his face to Austin's.

"Well I'd say, she's great. You know I've got to meet a lot of amazing people in this film. And," He says your name sincerely, "She's- she's one of those people. I can't say much for Lady Margot and Feyd's relationship- you know there's a lot of that's still not uncovered. We don't really know what's happening but kind of have an idea of something. And to have such a great actress like her, it makes everything feel authentic and- feel the tension." It felt as if you were in a daze, eyes completely focused on his words with such admiration and grace. Before you knew it, you were smiling as if you had won the best possible prize in the world. His compliments to you meant more than you had anticipated really.

Unbeknownst to you, the cameraman had caught your lovestruck expression before directing attention back to the interviewer. "And how about you, Miss Margot?"

"I'd say it's the same," Now looking at the interviewer, only momentarily back at your costar. "Austin's- he's great at all the stunts and acting like a scary dude. Every scene with him was fun to do. Like he's all serious in character but once they yell cut! he's so nice and funny!" Your bubbly laugh breaks as you can feel your face growing hot.

"Well I appreciate you liking my humor," Austin pokes fun at you, fanning a little air towards you.

You mutter a soft thank you! before continuing, "And he's dedicated you know? I remember one scene, a little spoiler, where Feyd is about to be tested by Lady Margot, and I just couldn't do it! I couldn't keep a straight face!"

"Really?!"

"She just kept breaking, I don't know why," The actor shrugs, his attention closely drawn to you. "We had a few takes on a few days."

"We did! We did!" You gave a big frown, "You just have a really distracting face."

"Do I?" Austin asks, between the lines of teasing and coolly.

By the time, other premieres had occurred, people were still focused on your interactions with Austin Butler. Your chemistry on and off screen on the carpet was hilarious. And with how polarizing your characters were, it made many clips of your shared encounters gain attention.

A few short videos were recorded after the People Magazine interview of you and Austin, bashfully talking behind the stage. The two of you went back and forth whispering in each other's ears about what was unknown to the viewer. Through a bird's eye view, the video also catches you hugging your arms before zooming in on Austin's placing an arm around your figure.

Another clip that had been reposted many times was when you both took duo pictures together. As you comfortably shift your weight on one leg, as you turn to have your side face the flashing paparazzi. Whilst the Elvis actor stands beside you at a pleasant distance, doing the same pose to the other side. There was one instance where you lifted your head to make eye contact with your eyes instantly brightening. As Austin's smile widened, only to blow air in your face.

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