#also ‘’’all’’’ alright lets not lie to ourselves

[gh05st]

hihi! i saw your requests open, so could i request soap, gaz, and ghost (separate) trying to deescalate the reader who's been crying and on the verge of a panic attack because the work stress has been getting to them.

if that's too many characters, feel free to choose one of the three!

apologies for the sad scenario. i had a rough week (´；ω；｀)

first off, im so sorry you’ve had a rough week, know that it’ll get better dude! confide in someone you trust if possible, you’re going to be ok 🫶🏻 - comments are appreciated <3

Soap

he walks into you at your desk, sitting in your chair with your arms wrapped around your legs while tears are streaming down your face. his smile immediately turns into a frown, and he walks over to you.

“oh no sunshine, what happened to ya?” he pets your head a bit and tilts your chin up toward to face him.

“it’s just been so hard soap, im trying my best every single day and yet it keeps piling up. i finish one thing and i’m already handed 4 more, i can’t do it- i can’t!” your chest starts picking up fast and you feel your breathing become shortened.

“woah woah, easy there lass you’re gonna overwhelm your system. take some deep breaths with me yeah?” he grabs your hand and puts it on his heart so you can feel his heart beat, “breathe in, 1-2-3-4. hold. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, out for 8 alright?”

you repeat that pattern with his help about 6 more times and you start to feel less tense.

“relax, im right here with you. ease your shoulders, relax your neck and unscrunch yer eyebrows.” you follow the steps and he smiles, “that feel a little better hm?”

you nod and he takes you into his arms. he grabs his phone from his back pocket, dialing a number. you hear the ringing and when you hear the name of your favorite restaurant in the greeting you beam up a bit

“can i get uh one cheeseburger - no onions! and eh… let me have a diet coke with it would ya? thanks mate” he covers the phone with his free hand, “you want the usual?” you nod and he orders your usual order. “let me also get one of those ah.. what do ya call em?” he snaps his fingers “those ice cream sundaes, yeah extra whipped cream! that’ll be all.”

“should be here in about 15 or so bonnie, ya feelin a bit better?”

you nod and he sighs in relief, “you need a break, im callin yer boss tomorrow mornin - who cares if i’ve got to lie you’re getting a week off and we’re spendin it together! no work, we can even get out of here if you want.”

“i can’t just leave work like that johnny-“

“ah ah! nonsense, i’ll make it happen.”

you don’t protest against him but rather just accept it and wait for your food to arrive with him.

Gaz

“hey love! what’s u- oh no..” he stops in his tracks and finally hears your crying and heavy breathing.

he quickly moves to where you are and wraps his arms around you - squeezing a bit and pulling you in. the scent of his cologne helps your mind start to slow down.

“easy now, what’s wrong?” he pulls back and searches your face for an answer.

you look down and explain how work has been stressing you out, “i’m so tired gaz, i work all the time without any breaks and it seems like my efforts get me no where. i don’t even feel like i can stop because anytime that i do it just racks up. i know you work a lot and never complain ,i shouldn’t even be making this scene.”

“hey hey… none of that, yeah?” he boops your nose lightly and you smile a bit which makes him smile also, “there’s my sweetheart, cmere. just because i work a lot doesn’t mean you don’t too love, and i want you to know we don’t ever have to compare ourselves - we both have challenges.” you nod your head and he nods back.

- “how about you take the rest of this week off? i know your boss wouldn’t bother letting you go - you’re her best worker! call in tomorrow and we can focus on you.”

(or, alternatively if you’re a student! :>)

- “how about this week you just go in tomorrow, then take the rest of the week off. i know you’ll have to email your profs but your health comes first - yes even mentally. you’re a hard worker and you’ll be able to catch up before winter break love - but what i’m seeing now? you’re going to burn out if you don’t take this break.”

you listen to him and take the break, spending some days alone with him and he even messages his captain that he’s got to keep his eye on you.

“cap sends his best love, we all care about you.”

Simon/Ghost

unlike the other guys, ghost catches on quickly that you’ve been feeling upset. as someone who has his own internal battles, he recognizes easily when someone is fighting theirs. in fact, the night before he sees you rub your temples in frustration before slamming your laptop shut, he doesn’t have a huge reaction because he doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed or upset - instead he minds his business and waits for you to be ready.

although, when the next day rolls by he sees you on the verge of a panic when your whole assignment/document completely vanishes after hours of work. at this point you’re bawling your eyes out and he can hear from his office so he quickly gets up to check on you.

“you alright in here?” he asks, keeping a bit of distance not wanting to intrude on you even though you’ve told him before that he isn’t pushing your boundaries, he prefers to tread lightly and respect your space.

you explain to him what’s happened, or what’s been happening for that matter. not only did your work just vanish out of thin air on your laptop, the workload you’ve received has been insufferable.

you’re the one who initiates seeking him out and that’s when he fully goes to you with a warm embrace, hand on the back of your head holding you softly. “it’ll be alright, i’ll ask one of the guys to help you get that work back love.”

“i’ve been feeling terrible simon, i know i don’t say anything but i think i might just explode - or i kinda have.. haven’t i.” he chuckles a bit and sighs, “i noticed but i didn’t want to make you upset by bringing it up. you’ve gotta be easier on yourself, you do a lot and even though you might not have all your work done by tomorrow you need to take a break for your well being. not for me, for you. promise me a you’ll take a break?”

you nod, “good. i’m glad you’re listening to me for once.”

“hey i do listen to you! when i want to!” you say with a sniffle.

he laughs and holds you a bit tighter, he won’t let you go through this alone. you’re gonna spend the next few days just with him - relaxing till you’re feeling better.

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I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT! thank you so much for the first ask <3 im not like a writer of any sorts but i did try :) i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

[doromoni]

Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer! reader

Max Verstappen x photographer! reader

Part 3.

fanfic + smau fic

y/n faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warning: angst , mild swearing , implications of cheating(?)

!song credits belong to Julia Micheals alone

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

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Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

or

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

You were never the patient kind , I could tell. You also didn’t like sharing — to this day I still grimace to the memory of your shouts that time I wore your hoodie when it rained out; I didn’t understand your anger … you hated that hoodie. You said that it was yours , you didn’t want it , but it was still yours. I was in shock, yet you could never do wrong in my eyes , always perfect and always kind.

There were times when your words were ugly and crass — more often than I would like to admit. I could understand french , did you know? I heard you mutter “la pute” under your breath when I didn’t want to go out partying 3 nights in row. I was hurt , did you notice? Did you look back? I didn’t see , the tears were blocking my vision.

Your friends pitied me when you took off with another girl from the party you invited me too— petit and brunette, you did have a type. I should be humiliated, I should’ve cried, but all I felt was the cold that numbness provided.

I guess, I should thank you, because if you haven’t left me, your friends wouldn’t have helped. Oh, did you know? your friends and I got along great; I knew that we were going to be the bestest of friends the moment they said “ I’m sorry about Charles. My name is Daniel , that’s Lando and this is Max, we were about to leave and get some ice cream , wanna join?” His lie was obvious, but I didn’t point it out — I only smiled and said “Sure , but only if it’s the cheap kind” because another expensive object forced into my hands is the last thing I needed.

We then found ourselves in the parking lot of McDonald’s — dressed in couture priced at hundreds and thousands of dollars on top of an Aston Martin, eating soupy ice cream from half empty McFlurry cups and munching on mostly soggy fries. We were laughing about nothing and everything. I was having the time of my life . I felt the cold wind of Monaco’s evening breeze in my hair as mindless chatter filled the air. It felt nice.

I did not think of you. You never once came to mind. That was the first time where I didn’t fucking care. I felt … free.

I sensed someone nudge my side, It was Max . “You grew quite, are you alright?” He asked , his eyes filled with concern ; I never knew that eyes could be that blue. I smiled and gave him a nod, and to my surprise a fry was suddenly pushed into my mouth. The only thought in my mind then was how salty the fries were and how beautiful the smile that adorned the face of the dutch racer was.

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y/n_stills. EMILIAN! how mean >:((

charles_leclerc Mate, is that y/n?

charles_leclerc She’s with you? She said she was busy.

y/n_stills. 30m

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maxverstappen1 : im sorry~ liebling, please let me hug you :((

y/n_stills. No

charles_leclerc Y/N?!

charles_leclerc You said you were busy, what the fuck is this then?

charles_leclerc please answer your phone, pick up my calls.

charles_leclerc i swear y/n… pick up the phone.

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F1wags Max and Y/N spotted at singer-songwriter y/f/n’s concert!!

A fan had seen both max and y/n arriving together in Max’s Aston Martin at the concert hall earlier this evening, It was reported that the two were hand in hand as they were escorted towards backstage and stopping to sign autographs for fans who recognized them.

During the Formula 1 summer break, these two were mostly silent until the most recent post of Y/N that features a mystery man - whom she called “my hero” to which Max left a 💙 in the comments. Could the unnamed guy be Max? Is Y/N finally an official wag?

Even before Max, fans have speculated something going on between Y/N and Charles — more than a employer:employee relationship. Yet nothing was confirmed or made official by the Ferrari driver.

Nevertheless, Y/N has been a staple at the paddock and is loved by both fans, drivers, and motorhomes alike.

Admin: We love Y/N so much it hurts >:((

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user1 WHAT?? Max and Y/N? I didn’t see that coming… yet they surprisingly suit each other ngl

user2 Ikr they oddly complement each other and the height difference?? they got me so softtt.

user1 grumpy x sunshine on track ~ they’re so cute!

user3 lmao off track these two are just crack x crack @user1

user1 facts, imagine them together with Lando and Daniel … complete and utter chaos.

user4 Charles and Y/N weren’t dating? Bruh fumbled and lost a 10. Should’ve bagged her when you had the chance.

user1 much like his team , his strategy failed.

user4 @user1 Lmao , and Red bull is here to overtake 🤭

user5 everything is clicking omg. It makes sense! Y/N is close to Max’s sisters and surprisingly Jos!

user6 dude imagine being bffs with your boyfriend’s dad. I swear everyone just loves y/n and if you don’t. That’s a you problem.

user7 oof big L for Charles 😭 , yo girl went to the enemy .

user8 well its a fact that villains love harder, I support you y/n! get the most payed athlete on the grid .Girl get the bag!

user9 tbh I never was a supporter of the Y/N and Charles ship… It felt one sided?

user10 @user9 I thought I was the only one! It felt like Y/N was always pushed to the side or smth.

user8 they’re both glowing in their recent posts~ must be nice to have someone. ha ha ha im not lonely at all.

landonorris they didn’t invite me, again.

user1 lando what are you doing on a wag page??

user2 what do you mean again… so this ain’t new huh. Interesting

user3 so it’s basically true, They are together! confirmed. I wont take no for an answer

***

📍 AO Arena , Manchester

The light had again started to dim, only a single spotlight shone — illuminating my most dearest friend. A familiar arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back into their warmth . Sighing with content as I melted into his embrace

“How are you feeling , liebling?” Max whispered in my ear, drawing mindless circles around my waist . I couldn’t answer, as I was too overwhelmed with peace and comfort. I could only fall deeper in his embrace and letting my head lean on his shoulder. Feeling the soothing beating of his heart as my back pressed into him.

“alright everyone, I want to sing one last song. This one is not written by me, but my dearest and longest friend, y/n! She’s actually in the audience today. This song is dedicated to the person who she opened her heart to after going through every hardship she faced, and I was made aware that the certain person is here with her tonight. This song … It’s too beautiful not to share with the world. Y/N im sorry for putting you on the spot , I know how this song means so much to you. You deserve all the happiness and love in this world. You finally found it.”

Hearing what what y/f/n had said , my pulse grew quicker and my throat grew dry, yet I didn’t pull away from Max’s embrace. I wasn’t sure if I wanted for him to hear what I in wrote that song. That song held the contents of my heart, holding nothing back; baring my soul in each word. I laid all my cards for him to see.

“The summer before you

I thought love was Shakespearean

More or less a painful experience

Only ever real if you're delirious

The summer before you

I let it take up very little oxygen

Nowhere I'd rest my head, more like an ottoman

Never had someone like you to treat me like Solomon

But little did I know

You would be the one I confide in

Learn how to try with

Little did I know

It was you before I ever decided

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know

The summer before you

You can't spell "drama" with consonants

And I admit, I usually was the cause of it

Now here we are, you got me changing all of it

Slow me down, I want you too

It's different when it comes to you

Hey, yeah

But little did I know

You would be the one I confide in

Learn how to try with

Little did I know

It was you before I ever decided

Yeah, little did I know

You would be the one that would save me

Learn how to change me

Little did I know

Oh-ooh, just look at you, can you blame me?

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know

The summer before you

I thought love was Shakespearean

More or less a painful experience

Only ever real if you're delirious

But little did I know

You would be the one I confide in

Learn how to try with

Little did I know

It was you before I ever decided

Yeah, little did I know

You would be the one that would save me

Learn how to change me

Little did I know

Oh-ooh, just look at you, can you blame me?

Oh-oh-oh, little (yeah) did I know (did I know)

Oh-oh-oh (oh), little did I know (did I know)

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know that it could feel like this (yeah)

Oh-oh-oh, little, every time I got you on my lips (hey)

The summer before you”

Shouts and claps filled the stadium, but it grew deaf in our ears as we stood frozen in time- the beating of our hearts beating louder than ever. Then suddenly, I was again staring at the bluest of eyes that reflected every emotion and this time they were filled with unshed tears. My hand shook as I slowly lifted my palm to his cheeks.

“Do you mean it?” His voice soft , filled with yearning and hope . Slowly leaning his forehead against mine.

“Every last word” I whispered.

Then his lips finally met mine. We didn’t have to say it, we both knew that we were each other’s.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Little did I know , it was you before I ever decided. Little did I know it could feel like this.

Thank you for waiting for me , my love💙

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maxverstappen1 I would’ve waited for eternity if you needed me to, my Liebling 💙

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“CHARLES! Are you alright?!”

“Mom, what have I done… I lost her. I lost y/n”

[cloudninetonine]

Have some sorta whump fic (I think that's what they're called?) because I have had this idea microwaving for a few months

Warnings: Talk of broken arm, description of broken arm and resetting it,

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

You’re like a wild animal, is all Wild can think.

You back away from them all, making yourself as big as possible- as loud as you can. Your scream echoes through the trees as it catches the wailing wind from the earlier storm that had left them with this mess- and with you an oddly bent arm that was most certainly broken.

“I promise, it will be quick.”

Warriors promise holds truth, he wouldn’t lie about something so serious. Or would he? Wild knew that to well, he thought about the poor bystander caught up by the black blooded. A pool of crimson surrounded the poor traveler's body, her tears sullying her paling cheeks as dimming eyes focused on that of the Captain as he tightly held her hand in her last few moments.

“It will be okay, everything will be alright.”

Her last breath was something that weighed heavy on the man’s shoulders, Wild knew that all too well.

“You’re a fucking liar, Wars!” Desperate and scratching, Wild knew that your throat felt raw from all the screaming. Impressive how you held out, your refusal to have anyone be near your broken appendage was almost as admirable as it was frustrating. “Stay the fuck away! I’ll deal with it myself!”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Four asks seriously, trying to be the voice of reason, “(Name), we have to reset it.”

“I’ll just drink a red potion!”

“That won’t work, it will just heal uneven-”

Your free hand comes to slam against your temple in your attempt to block out their reason, a screaming repeat of the words “shut up, shut up, shut up!” sliding off your tongue as you backed further and further into the small landslide you have initially fallen from. It wasn’t your fault, the rain had blinded you, they should have stopped earlier but they had trodden on in hopes of finally stopping at the next stable to properly rest.

“The pain is only temporary.” Time’s tone held sympathy but his words certainly didn’t help. “Once we set it, the potion will completely numb the pain-”

The panicked tears in your eyes hurt Wild to a physical point. Your always told him you were afraid of pain, even as that guiding ball of light within his chest you were honest about your distaste for the sensation. Pain was painful, a little bit sucked but a lot of it sucked more- if you could avoid pain then you would, even if it only brought worse consequences, you would do anything to avoid pain.

In this moment, he could tell you were trying to stall as long as you can, but he also knew that if it kept going, then this wouldn’t go anywhere. This needed to be stopped and it needed to be stopped now.

“It’s okay, let’s just gather ourselves.” Hyrule smiled towards you warmly, but the spark in his eyes held something else; he was conspiring, but more from concern than anything else. “We won’t touch your arm, okay?”

Your looked frantic. “What? Why the switch up? What are you doing?”

“Nothing- nothing, I promise.” He stepped forward, his hands glowing gently with the power of his healing as a warm smile grew on his face. “Here, I’ll take some of the pain away, okay?”

“Four said it’ll heal weird-” Indeed and Four was looking at the traveller in an odd way. “What are you doing, Hyrule? What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“You promise?” He went to speak when you reached out your free hand, pinky finger out. “Pinkie promise, right fucking now, do it, Hyrule.”

Hyrule was a good liar. Surprising, being part fairy, but not as surprising when you knew the kind of horrors that laid out back in his time. To lie, cheat and steal was to be safe in his time. To become a trickster was the closest to survival- Hyrule was a trickster. Hyrule had lied, he had cheated and he had stole all in the name of survival. Wild knew that, Legend knew that, a lot of the men here knew that, one too many bonfires would tumble any secrets from a mans lips. 

So, Wild noticed when Hyrule’s other hand came to move behind his back, watched how his fingers crossed over just as he interlaced his pinky into yours. “I promise.”

Wild slipped a little closer, Warriors slipped a little closer and as did Twilight.

Hyrule had moved behind you, your hawk eyes watching every movement of his and not focused as the three other men got closer to you.

Wild hoped you forgave them for this, hoped your forgave him for this betrayal.

“Hyrule, why isn’t it working?” The light hand vanished, his hand still gently hovering but not there- where you needed it. “Link-”

You noticed the others.

And you shrieked.

It wasn’t much of a fight but you certainly did try- some blood dripped carefully down Twilight’s face as he pinned your flailing legs down to the muddy grass below. Wild held your free hand in a tight grip, Hyrule brushing back your hair while Warrior’s held the broken limb carefully, his eyes sad as he watched you with sympathy. 

The five kept back and waited, not wanting to crowd your already panicking self as you sobbed and gagged, bile threatening to fight it’s way out of your throat from fear.

“It’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Fuck you, Hyrule! Fuck you!” You wailed, shaking your head desperately, “You promised!  You promised!!!”

“I know.” Warriors gave him a nod and Hyrule brushed some more hair back, “I’m sorry, I’m a liar.”

“You are, you fucking-”

SNAP!

…

You inhaled.

And you screamed.

[lunar-wandering]

low tide

happy belated birthday @winterpower98 i'm sorry this is so lateeeee

Word Count: 2.3k

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It seemed like today was going to be yet another beach day. 

Ever since the very first one, after the whole ‘fixing up Flower Fruit Mountain’ thing, MK had, quite enthusiastically, declared that this was something they “needed to do far more often”. 

He had been laying on the floor with the worst sunburn Wukong had ever seen at the time, but his declaration still had an effect. 

So, Wukong was not surprised to open his door to find MK already in his swimsuit, carrying some buckets and shovels. 

He was shocked at the fact that he was here so early in the morning though. 

“Kid, what-” 

“You said that today was going to be the lowest tide of the year for Flower Fruit Mountain!!” MK explained, “I googled about it and it said that the lowest point would be this morning!! So c’mon, c’mon, we’re missing critical beach time!!” 

Wukong blinked, looking at the others standing behind MK. MK, in fact, was the only one in a bathing suit, the others were in varying states of dress, most of them looking like they’d just thrown on whatever was closest to them. Mei, he was pretty sure, was actually still in her pajamas, blinking sleep out of her eyes. 

Red Son was the only one who looked properly dressed, but he also looked like he hadn’t slept at all, so it was likely he had never even been in pajamas in the first place. 

Macaque wasn’t present. Wukong figured that made sense, it was basically impossible to get that monkey to wake up at any time prior to 10am anyways, there was no way he’d be here at 6:30am in the morning. 

“Alright, kid.” Wukong let out an amused sigh, “Let’s get ourselves down there then. We’ll miss out on all the fun standing around up here.” 

MK let out a cheer, and immediately rushed off towards the path to the beach, the others following him at a much slower pace. Wukong waited until everyone had passed him before joining at the back of the line, occasionally poking Mei in the back when it seemed like she was starting to slightly drift off. 

It had been a while since Wukong had actually gone down to the beach at low tide, so when they finally broke through the tree line and he actually saw how far out the water was- well, it did take his breath away, for a moment. With the water levels this low, it almost looked like he could walk all the way out to the defensive ring of volcano’s Ao Lie had helped him pull out of the sea, without the water ever reaching past his waist. 

Of course, he wasn’t actually going to try that, but it was an interesting thought. It’d been a while since Wukong had explored what was under the water closest to him, for all he knew there could be a plethora of new things down there. 

MK, it seemed, was super excited- he had quickly grabbed hold of Mei and Red Son’s hands, dragging them further out into the wet sand and rocks to search for hidden treasures within the tide pools. Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy, meanwhile, set up some beach chairs and hammocks, seemingly planning on getting a bit of extra sleep while the trio explored. Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan had already beat them to it, slightly curled up under the shade of a nearby tree. 

Taking a look around, Wukong decided that his best decision was to probably do a walk around the area- some of the objects in his treasure room had been blasted away during the… fight, and he was kind of hoping that with the tides so low, he might be able to find some of them again. 

He was climbing over a pile of seaweed covered rocks, the voices of the others just starting to slightly fade as he got farther away from them, when a chill went down his spine. 

“Yo, Wukong.” Macaque suddenly appeared out of practically nothing, and Wukong decidedly did not startle. 

There was a beat, as they both stared at each other, and then Wukong looked away with a huff. 

“...Macaque.” He acknowledged, “I didn’t think you ever got up so early.” 

“Eh, the kid came to my place first, made sure I was awake before he went to anyone else.” Macaque lightly scratched at his ear in a way that implied there was a whole story behind that sentence, and for a moment Wukong was tempted to ask, but Macaque interrupted him before he could speak. “Anyways- I think I found something you might be interested in. Has there always been a sea-cave around here?” 

“Sea-cave?” 

“Y’know, a cave that’s under the water-” 

“I know what a sea-cave is, Macaque.” Wukong lightly growled, before letting out a breath. “...No. There’s never been any sea-caves around here.” 

“Well, there is one now.” Macaque shifted a little, suddenly seeming a tiny bit nervous before continuing. “I don’t… really know how to explain this part, and like, I didn’t go into the cave, just stood outside it for a bit, but it feels… weird.” 

“...Weird?” 

“Weird.” 

“Weird, how?” Wukong asked, crossing his arms as Macaque shifted again, avoiding eye-contact. 

“...Heh, uh, It’s kinda, like… tingly.” 

“Tingly?” Wukong must’ve made some kind of face, because Macaque promptly threw his hands up into the air in frustration. 

“Yes! Tingly! Look, it’s something you kinda just have to feel in order to get it- C’mon I’ll show you where the cave is.” Macaque stepped forwards- wobbling a little on a slippery rock, Wukong instinctively shifting to be ready to catch him should he lose his balance, but it was seemingly unneeded as Macaque quickly recovered, hoping to the next rock with no issue, moving in the direction Wukong had already been headed. Curiosity overriding any suspicion he felt, Wukong dutifully followed. 

Shortly afterwards, there it was, a cave that, normally, would be completely hidden by the ocean, a few glowing green crystals growing from the walls and the ground within it. Wukong gave a full body shiver. 

“...Okay, you were right.” He said, reluctantly, “There really is no other way to describe this than tingly.” 

“Told you so.” Macaque muttered. 

They both fell into silence, staring into the cave. A breeze brushed past them, ruffling their fur, and causing an almost eerie sound to emerge from the cave. 

“Soooooo.” Macaque slowly drawled, “...Are… we going to go in?” 

“What, are you scared?” Wukong asked, and Macaque immediately stood up straight. 

“Heh, no. Why, are you scared?” He shot back, making Wukong’s fur bristle. 

“Psh, of course not. Why would I be scared of some cave?” He said, purposefully ignoring the deadpan look Macaque gave him. “Anyways, of course we’re going in. Gotta make sure there’s not something really weird going on.” 

“Like a tingly cave isn’t weird enough.” Macaque mumbled, before turning around, facing away from the cave, and taking a few large steps towards the water. 

“What are you-” Wukong started, as Macaque pulled a large stick out of a shadow portal, and stuck it down in the sand. 

“I’m making a marker.” He explained, “So we’ll know when the tide is coming in.” 

“Will we even be able to see it from in there?” 

“Eh, I’ll probably be able to hear it anyways. It’s the principle of the thing.” 

“The princip- so you’re just doing this for the dramatics.” Wukong sighed as Macaque’s face lit up with an evil grin. 

“Exactly! Thank you so dearly for catching on.” He said, doing a little bow as Wukong rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever, let’s just hurry up and get this over with.” 

Walking into the cave, Wukong tensed as the sensation of magic washed over him, remaining still even as the tingling feeling passed. Macaque, who had frozen beside him, went as far as to shiver from it. 

This felt… almost familiar, in some way; this specific magic, but Wukong couldn’t quite place it. He glanced at the walls around him in growing suspicion, but continued walking forwards, Macaque trailing slightly behind him. It occurred to Wukong as he walked deeper that they didn’t have a light- but it didn’t seem like they would’ve needed one anyways, the glow provided by the crystals on the walls of the cavern being more than enough to see. 

There was a small dip in the path, a small drop before a turn to the left, and Wukong carefully hopped down, his breath hitching slightly as his foot slipped on a damp rock, quickly adjusting himself as he went slightly further than intended, having to put his hand out to prevent himself from slamming into the cave wall in front of him as he paused to regain his balance and calm his heart-rate. 

He remembered a second too late that Macaque was right behind him. 

Macaque slipped right as Wukong was turning to warn him, and Wukong quickly took a step backwards, his back hitting the cave wall as he adjusted to make sure Macaque didn’t go tumbling to the ground. 

This, of course, ended with Macaque, essentially, pinning Wukong to the cave wall. 

They both froze, registering the situation. 

Wukong was, mostly, unphased. This wasn’t an unfamiliar situation to him, to be fair. He’d been pinned against walls many times- mostly by enemies in fights mind you, but still. It had happened. 

Macaque on the other hand- well, his fur was outright standing on end- he looked almost like he’d gotten a small electric shock, mouth just slightly open in surprise. 

Wukong didn’t even realize he had started smirking until Macaque’s face suddenly lit up with a flustered blush, the shadow monkey quickly backing away, turning and speed-walking down the path without a word. 

“Ah- hey, wait up!!” Wukong matched Macaque’s pace as fast as he could, but the other simply refused to look at him, making sure to keep himself slightly ahead of the Monkey King. “C’mon- what was that all about?” 

Macaque didn’t answer him, steadfastly avoiding eye contact. Wukong waited for a moment longer, then let out a tired sigh at the lack of response, grabbing hold of his own tail to distractedly fiddle with it and prevent it from swinging with irritation as he let the silence wash over them. 

It didn’t take long for the silence to start to get to him. Wukong tried his best to prevent his face from twisting into an uncomfortable grimace the further they walked into the cave, to the point of even subtly pulling a few hairs out of his tail to try and distract himself from the sensation of the walls closing in on him. 

Which, of course, was why he ended up walking right into Macaque when the other suddenly froze in place. They both stumbled, thrown off by the other, and Wukong quickly took two steps back- but Macaque didn’t even turn around to glare or hiss at him. Wukong was just about to open his mouth to ask him what was going on when- 

“Oh!! Hello!! Nice to see you two again- it’s been, what, at least 7 years, give or take?” 

Wukong went stone still as the voice echoed around the cave, finally noticing the person standing in the small circular area in front of them. That- that was- 

“Ao Lie.” Macaque didn’t even phrase it as a question, just a simple statement of fact, albeit the way his tail had frozen, as well as the direction his ears were pointing, revealed that he was just as shocked as Wukong to have found the dragon here. 

“Yep, that’s me!” If Ao Lie noticed their shock, he paid no mind to it, smiling innocently. “Tell me, how have you two been doing? Have you gotten married ye-” 

Wukong tackled the dragon to the ground before he could finish his question. Said tackle very quickly became a wrestling match, both of them trying to gain the upper hand. Macaque meanwhile, stood off to the side, now much more clearly showing his shock. 

“Married?” He eventually whispered, in a strangled voice, mostly under his breath, but somehow Ao Lie still heard him, turning to him as he briefly managed to pin Wukong to the floor. 

“Well, yeah? I mean, why else would my brother have panickedly made me help him pick out an engagement charm?” Ao Lie asked, and Macaque made a sputtering dying kind of wheezing sound as Wukong let out a flustered shriek, kicking his legs but gaining no leverage to be able to free himself from Ao Lie’s grip.  

“Ao Lie if you don’t shut it right now I swear-” 

Ao Lie, in fact, did not shut up. 

Both Macaque and Wukong were so distracted by the words coming out of Ao Lie’s mouth that neither of them had realized the tide had come in until the water was lapping at their ankles. 

By the time they had managed to find their way back to the others, dragging Ao Lie along behind them, they were both soaked to the bone. Leaving the others to obsess over the sudden discovery of Mei’s ancestor’s presence, Macaque and Wukong ended up sitting together on a rock in the sunshine, letting the heat dry off their fur. 

“...Wukong.” Macaque whispered, and Wukong immediately turned his head to look at him and- Oh. Macaque was a lot closer than he thought he was. Macaque leaned even closer, and Wukong could feel his fur stand on end as the other slowly lifted one hand- 

And gently removed a piece of seaweed from Wukong’s hair. 

“You, uh, had seaweed stuck in your hair. Yeah. Not a good look on you.” Despite his words, a fierce blush was visible on Macaque’s face, spreading all the way to his ears. “Um, well, I think I’ve had enough beach for one day, so-” 

Without another word, a shadow portal appeared underneath of him, Macaque dropping down into the shadows faster than Wukong could blink, leaving him sitting there, alone. After a beat of staring at where Macaque had been, Wukong let out a sigh, shifting his gaze to the horizon. 

“You should’ve just kissed me, you coward.” 

[seedclan]

Year 1 - Moon 2 - Newleaf

Kestrelstar, Howlpaw, and Goldeniris handle border patrol and encounter a Rogue.

As Kestrelstar led the border patrol, Goldeniris and Howlpaw followed after. The new apprentice quickened his pace to catch up with the black and ginger she-cat, falling in line beside her with a huff. "Why didn't Softpaw come with us? Isn't he your apprentice?"

"He is, but he's cleaning the Warriors Den today. Clan chores are still clan duties, and you'll learn that for yourself soon, Howlpaw."

"Not too soon I hope?" Howlpaw nervously coughed back.

"Can we focus on our duties, Goldeniris?"

The warrior straightened up, looking ahead to meet the gaze of her leader. Kestrelstar flashed her a sharp look before sauntering on further into the woods. Goldeniris felt her pelt prickle with annoyance, tail lashing.

"I'm sure it's nothing, Goldeniris," Howlpaw quickly spoke up, looking up at her with a nervous smile.

Dead giveaway. The warrior narrowed her eyes. "Of course. Why would it be something?"

Howlpaw's fluffy gray fur began to rise, looking down as he padded along with a sheepish stutter to his voice. "Well um- I didn't mean it like that so... I-I don't know why anything would-"

A long and annoyed sigh escaped Kestrelstar, causing both of the cats behind her to tense as she slowly looked back at them. Her tail tip twitched, the annoyance in her gaze clear as day. "Howlpaw, can you go up ahead and scent the air. Identify what has passed in the last sun-walk, alright?"

"Yes, Kestrelstar!" Howlpaw squeaked as he bounded past the two she-cats. The tension in the air practically broiled, Kestrelstar and Goldeniris eyeing each other as Howlpaw left them be.

"... Howlpaw told me you also think it was wrong of me to punish Honeyeagle," Kestrelstar admitted softly.

Goldeniris' ears flattened. "That little snake should mind his own business. He'd be wise to keep out of things that don't concern him."

"It concerns our clan!" Kestrelstar hissed back sharply. She paused. Taking a steady breath as she backed off, the gray tabby flicked an ear at her clanmate. "You and I can agree that we need to stick together during these times. The Great Division has been hard on every cat in the forest."

"Which is why we can't let our clan be divided then too. All we have is each other, and we can't trust the others." Goldeniris glared daggers at her leader pointedly. "Not even Chivestar," she'd spat, venom on her tongue.

Kestrelstar snarled. "Any reason you're mentioning him?" she challenged, daring the black and ginger she-cat to make her case.

Instead the warrior spit on the ground with a hiss. She didn't look away from her leader, pelt beginning to lie flat as she remained pointedly silent.

"...Not him. Not Ryestar. And not Whisperstar. You should be putting our clan first," Goldeniris finally spoke.

"You think I'm not?"

"You punished Honeyeagle for doing just that. You tell me."

"I punished Honeyeagle for making things unnecessarily worse. The Great Division was no doubt the hardest thing we have ever been through, and you want to only drag us down further and further? Under StarClan's eyes we are all one, and just as we curse that very day, we should curse further trials of divide. Who are you and the others to tear down the progress we have made, that we can now sit in front of each other in a solemn vow of peace without ripping each other apart?!" Kestrelstar snarled, her pelt bristling as she spat in Goldeniris' face. The black and ginger she-cat would back up as her leader approached her, flattening her ears and looking down as her leader scolded her like a kit. Kestrelstar's voice felt hoarse, the gray tabby taking a few breaths as she finally backed off and sat back down.

"...If we let ourselves be absorbed by anger... like what's happening to Whisperstar... like what happened to Driftsight..." Kestrelstar spoke in a hushed murmur.

"Havenbramble was the only mediator to survive..." Goldeniris murmured back.

"And no cat has been brave enough to step forward since. We need to train a new mediator, Goldeniris."

"Don't look at me," Goldeniris scoffed, chuckling under her breath as a moment of softness flashed in her bright eyes.

Kestrelstar chuckled. "I know. It doesn't suit you."

The two she-cats sat quietly, the tension and aggression having faded. As Goldeniris turned to look at her leader, she opened her mouth to speak when-

"Kestrelstar! Goldeniris! Um- can you come quick now?!"

Howlpaw... Kestrelstar realized they had left him alone far too long. Growling to herself in frustration, the SeedClan leader quickly stood up to jog past Goldeniris to find her apprentice. The warrior would close her mouth, shaking her head before following after. As the two she-cats followed Howlpaw's scent, they'd find the fluffy gray tom standing before someone... unfamiliar to them.

"Howlpaw, get back!" Kestrelstar snarled, using her tail to herd the new apprentice away from the stranger. "Why didn't you speak up sooner? You found an outsider?"

"I-I didn't want to interrupt you both..." the apprentice mumbled.

Ok, she'd deal with that later. Kestrelstar turned to eye the cat in front of him. A pale ginger tom with long and soft-looking fur stood in front of them. Since Howlpaw found him he seemed to have flopped over to relax atop the soil, not minding the dirt that got tangled in his mane. Goldeniris' nose scrunched up when she caught his scent.

"I don't recognize you as a CherryClan cat."

"Oh, that's because I'm not," the tom replied simply.

Kestrelstar raised an eyebrow then. "Who are you then? You're very close to SeedClan territory. If you cross our borders without good reason, we will only give you a single warning before we chase you off."

The ginger tom's tail swished back and forth, amusement in his gaze. It agitated Kestrelstar, and the same energy could be felt from Goldeniris. Who was this tom to practically laugh in their face when they could rip his pelt off him in a few seconds?

"My name is Churro. Don't worry, I'm just keeping an eye on things around here, but not on your territory. If I understand your customs correctly, it's not your problem so long as it doesn't affect you, right? You know I'm the lonesome type myself, but you as a group take it to a whole new extreme. Pretty impressive."

"Watch it, Chewy," Goldeniris hissed.

"Churro."

"What's a Churro?" Howlpaw asked.

"Oh, it's a very sweet piece of two-leg food that's-"

"Enough! You'd be wise to get out of here. I can't imagine Whisperstar will be pleased learning an outsider is lurking on her territory after-" Kestrelstar paused, trailing off as a thought crossed her mind - a thought that made her fur rise.

Could this be... the one who killed Bushclaw?

Kestrelstar debated saying something, but caught the gaze of Goldeniris. The black and ginger she-cat gave a small shake of her head, reminding Kestrelstar of the times they were living in.

The clan has to come first...

There was no evidence to hurl such accusations at Churro, furthermore they were in no position to insert themselves into CherryClan politics. The next time they happened upon a patrol, they could mention Churro, simply give CherryClan a word of caution. But to act now and not only risk more trouble for her clan, but the other clans as well... it was simply unwise.

"...Move along then. Our borders are fresh, so even you should know not to cross them."

"And I didn't, and I won't." Churro smiled and gave a flick of his ear. "It was nice to meet you all, even if you never said your names while I said mine. Kinda unfair, but that's ok. Either way, bye-bye now." The ginger tom gave a wave of his fluffy tail, before trotting off back into CherryClan's territory. He'd push his way into a nearby bush, disappearing out of sight with the rustling of leaves.

"Odd."

"Hm? Yeah he did act kind of funny, didn't he Goldeniris?" Howlpaw chimed.

"No. I mean yes, he did, but I'm talking about his scent. It's strong with CherryClan. He has to have been dwelling in their territory for some time now, Kestrelstar."

The leader nodded in agreement. "But he says he's not with them either. To simply exist all that time and not have anyone catch you is rather impressive. We should strengthen our borders here and be mindful. If he can blend in with their territory, it'd be foolish to think he couldn't do the same to ours."

"I agree."

Goldeniris voice was soft as she dipped her head, her cold eyes from earlier having been replaced with glimmers of respect. Kestrelstar couldn't help but purr, dipping her head in turn to the black and ginger warrior. For all the times they didn't see eye to eye, Goldeniris was a warrior Kestrelstar greatly respected. As the two she-cats looked at each other, Goldeniris paused.

"I was going to say that I'm-"

"It's fine. I know."

Goldeniris blinked, before dipping her head. "So be it, but you can't take that back."

Kestrelstar purred. "I won't. I'm certain.

[constellationcrowned]

THE CROWN OF LEAVES starter sentences Featuring prompts from chapters 1 and 2 (all routes), change pronouns and etc as necessary.

"I don’t often ask you to do something for me but today I’ll make an exception…"

"According to yours and _____’s words, constellations/_______ are important, probably even the main part of me."

"Next time you’ve a mind to lie to me, come up with a better story, you dolt."

"You can trust in my senses, they’re a touch sharper than yours."

"I don’t want to be entertained. I just want to find a silent corner in this house."

"You’re not supposed to be constantly on guard with the ones you love. Being able to trust is a very valuable quality."

"If something unexplainable happens, the spirits are to blame. And if blaming the spirits is not enough, you can also break loose on some clueless fool."

"Let’s smooth out our unfortunate acquaintance with the rules of decencies and introduce ourselves to each other."

"Do you think I wouldn't come to my ______'s rescue? I’d be the first to run if I only knew where to."

"That’s enough, _____. It’s obvious that you spoiled him/her as a child. S/he’s stupid and lazy because you didn’t teach him/her the value of hard work."

"Okay, that’s enough. I don't believe in destiny or predetermination. I change my life myself!"

"_____ never do anything for others, only for themselves."

"You won't deny yourself the pleasure of challenging and refuting me, will you?"

"Don't forget, you still need to protect me!"

"I’m talkin’ about your brains, alright? As if somebody’s gone and pried open your skull and given it a good bit mix-up with a spoon."

"I’m serious. For him/her, there is no friend more important and closer than you."

"It looks a bit… Well I don’t want to be rude… but… boring."

"I just want to understand why you are making this such a big and terrible secret."

"If you absolutely have to write down your name, write it all wrong. In that case, an evil spirit won’t be able to possess you."

"Nobody will forgive you if you screw up."

"Why so grumpy? I just wanted to see my friend."

"I’m only asking you to stay in touch, that’s all. And should you run into trouble — well, I'll always come to the rescue, if I can."

"I asked you for at least a day---a single day!---not to touch those blasted constellations/_____."

"As your faithful friend, I prefer to ignore your failures."

"Won’t you tell me what’s wrong with the little one? S/he’s extremely silent."

"If one learned how to hide all of them did. The dead helped the living to avoid their mistakes."

"As far as I know, amnesia's not contagious."

"Some challenges need to be addressed head-on. I have an axe, for example…"

"Some _____ are eternally exiled for violating the rules. What if _____ is one of them?"

"Not everyone knows what they want from life. And not everyone has as much energy as you do to look for the best place for themselves."

"Honestly, I've had enough of aggressive communication for today."

"Can I see them? The _____, I mean."

"I'm not eager to end up like my ______! And neither do I want to be a substitute----no matter for who or what!"

"That's right. If you've chosen your way, then follow it."

"You're going to die until none of those who are willing to save you are left---and they're already few."

"_____, bark."

"Mark my words, I’ll ensure your punishment is long and exciting."

"Even such a touching confession won’t make me become your partner/_____."

"There’s no time to be tired, I need to pack my things."

"Now I know exactly what kind of monster under the bed I was afraid of as a child. It was you!"

"I don't know about _____, but ______ definitely loved you very much."

"In what way can one become a murderer? In the most direct one."

"And here I thought you were just foolin’ with me, but you really, truly don’t understand a bloody thing."

"I have no choice and you know that! I don't want to run into _____ again!"

"A part of me is in _____. Moreover, it saved his/her life."

"This is my real home! All jesting aside, if you lived here for awhile, you’d realize it’s not nearly as bad as it seems."

"A long tail is useful for plowing the ground, but that’s it."

"I knew there was something dangerous about you, something otherworldly. I should have followed my hunch."

"So you don’t remember _____, do you?"

"If s/he acts like this towards friends, then how does s/he act towards enemies? I don’t even want to know."

"You mentioned something about your destiny---we're going to test it now."

"That’s just how our culture has turned out. It’s full of mysticism, even if you don’t like it."

"I… I remembered I had another wound, aside from the one _____ gave me."

"Remember this once and for all: you don’t play these stupid games with me."

"Glad you care about me and my health! How sweet of you!"

"I’m not staying with him/her. Leave it to him/her to kill me in the middle of nowhere."

"Sometimes, as it happens, I see a human and my stomach growls."

"I'm not insulting anyone---I'm telling the truth in the most straightforward way."

"I’d like you to understand this: I don’t hate you."

"Who is “everybody”? Does anyone else other than you want to see me?"

"I shan’t be messing about with your head anymore. Seems to me it’s suffered quite enough."

"You’re a friend of our birthday boy/girl, aren’t you?"

"If you want to get rid of insomnia, I advise you to stop drinking coffee first."

"If the ______ doesn't get banished, people will start dying."

"Grow up and stop believing in fairy tales."

"I work with what I see. You looked like you were about to throw up."

"______ would happily go to any lengths to save you."

"I remember everything very clearly! Why won't you believe me? Why would I lie?"

"Did s/he really get so mad at me for not coming to his/her party?"

"Just admit it. Admit that you’re bursting with envy."

"It’s okay, you can keep it. It suits you---with all the stars and everything."

"How do I know it's not poisoned?"

"Two of my friends are dead! Why?! Who allowed them to die?"

"Your mind isn’t all that good and well, and you know why? You broke my restriction."

"Now I can’t even take it away…...only kill it."

"You really hear them? And just what are they going on about?"

"It's difficult to trust someone who's been constantly stalling from the very beginning instead of speaking frankly, isn't it?"

"You think I enjoy yattering about myself? Not even close."

"Good, be afraid. A horrendous monster with giant sharp teeth dwells in that house/_____---it will gobble you up and not even choke."

"It occurred to me that I could ask about your childhood and get to know you better."

"Keep in mind though, I can replace mercy with rage at any time."

"There’s no such thing as “______”. It sounds like some beaten fantasy book trope."

"Maybe s/he's gone totally nuts and started suspecting everyone around of some evil deed."

"Such a delicate ringing… a pleasant sound….it must be that one day it will grow louder."

"And what’d it get you? Nothing. Not a bloody, damned thing."

"You know what happens to mortals if they don’t leave _____ when....when they should?"

"Was it too hard to smile, huh?"

"I haven’t done anything wrong! I have nothing to do with it!"

"Your head has finally got rid of _____ and made a space for me. I’m glad it did. Now I’m going to be your best friend/____."

"I used to be very friendly---perhaps much friendlier than I am now."

"I’m not exactly what you’d call the finest at maths, but that’s already two conditions, and not just one."

"You managed to defend yourself. On your own."

"If you're the savior of the _____, then why did _____ kill you?"

"That title isn’t ringing any bells? Oh, okay, I knew I should have chosen something else."

"Just tell me this: do you hear the stars?"

"I know better. I’ve been around him/her longer than you."

"There’s no wound….but s/he stabbed at me right here."

"Obsession is passion! And what’s so bad about passion?"

"I think you give too much importance to fairy tales. Although, this isn’t surprising of you."

"Let me tell you who you reminded me of, to make this awkward situation even more awkward."

"They dragged you away, and I was afraid you were done for. Are you okay?"

"I’ve lived my entire life by the ______’s side, I know all about them!"

"Both were so determined, so desperate. A perfect example of self-sacrifice."

"Trust is the very thing I don’t demand. I just suggest helping each other. Wouldn't it be the best decision to stick together?"

"____’s right smart at telling stories. I’m even a touch envious, really---s/he’s always got the best of ideas, meanwhile my brain is all full of spiders and dirt."

"What’s the point of saving the ______ if there will be no one left to dwell in it?"

"I… hate him/her....but….what would I hate him/her for?"

"Carry your ladies/______ in your arms, and they won’t run away from you."

"I'd hate to find your bare corpse somewhere under a birch."

"Well, why so silent? We haven’t seen each other in ages! You could have said “hello”, at least."

"If you forgot about _____, just let it stay like that. And this is my best advice."

"Did I get into a scrap and make a scene?"

"You’re as good as a tool for them, and they’ll indulge you for as long as you are useful to them."

"_____.....Why on earth am I thinking of her/him? I don’t know….but s/he’s driving me wild right now."

"They judge me… hate me…"

"You're a despicable son of a bitch used to being fussed over by everyone."

"This world---whatever world it is---is empty, and there’s nobody in it except me."

"This creature has a soft spot for eyes/____, because it has none of its own."

"Oh, my little friend. You will always be safe."

"S/he is generally incapable of holding long meaningful conversations."

"Am I the only one lucky enough to see you both from a slightly different perspective?"

"This is my secret, and you are the only one privy to it. Well, happy now?"

"I only hope that you’ll always tell me about your adventures."

"It is difficult to get along with someone who is light-minded about deadly danger."

"Part of it is true. You may decide yourself which part exactly."

"You are our bright star, and you need to take to the skies."

"Oh, _____, where did your blind trust in _____ go? Weren’t you the one insisting just half an hour ago that s/he only wants the best for me? Naive."

"Do you think I can just go back to my regular routine without thinking about any of this?"

"Yes, I condone his/her shortcomings. There is not much good in me myself to force _____ to change for me. I love him/her the way s/he is."

"S/he was my companion, s/he means a lot to me! There were supposed to be the two of us….but you let ______ die!"

"I’m your partner, me! I’m the one you must trust!"

"How about a good ol’ goodbye hug?"

"What am I going to do without them? Who's going to help me? I can't deal with it on my own. I need them by my side!"

"The order is disturbed. If _____ is gone, what's the point of _____? If ______ is gone, what's the point of me?"

"Who brought me back to life if it wasn't _____? And what for if nothing will ever be the same again?"

[the-white-soul]

Flowey: If you're not dating nor are friends, you're acquaintances with a silent crush phase. Heehee, I know what you should say when someone asks what you are next time! You're blockheads.

That uh… that means you're not heartheads or smileyheads. *Flowey smiles innocently and snickers to himself as he tries to trick you into insulting yourselves.*

Anyway, got any root beer left for me?

(Kara) "Really? Blockhead."

(Dess) "What's so wrong about it? We're blockheads through and through. I'm sorry if you don't like the word for some weird reason."

(Kara) "*Slaps head* Should I tell her?"

(Dess) "Tell me what?"

(Kara) "I don't know. Hey, do you want to watch Peanuts?"

(Dess) "Sure. I don't know why you want me to watch it now."

*12 minutes into the story*

(Lucy) "Charlie you blockhead. This is what you call a tree?"

(Dess) "Oh! Flowey you trickster."

(Kara) "Oh also sure Flowey you can have it. *gives the rest to Flowey. After he finishes...*"

(Kara) "I appreciate the respectful gifts. You all are so much nicer than I thought you'd be. When I heard horror stories about you all I was scared. Granted not all of you are good. I mean my arm got cut off by someone that seems to be part of the wind. That's fun. I always wonder why me? People like you though show how not all Anons are bad. Hell besides that airspeaker, you're all fantastic. Now back to our original problem."

(Dess) "Now we need an actual title."

(Kara) "Perfect! Now that we've done something completely unimportant like naming ourselves we should probably go out and get to work."

(Dess) "On what?"

(Kara) "I didn't think that far ahead."

*John walks in looking like he hasn't seen the sun in 3 days*

(John) "Well that was difficult but I finally got Asgore's case. Does anyone want to talk with him again? I negotiated one more call."

(Dess) "I'll do it. *Grabs phone.* Hey Asgore how are you doing?"

(Asgore) "I want to say good but that'd be a lie. I've been burning from the heat and the work they make us do. These monster prisons are more brutal than I thought. Guards go up to you on occasion and beat you till you cry. It's a game they play and if you end up being last you get socked in the eye. If anyone tells anyone anything they get abused even further. It's scary and to say it's ignored would be too nice. They outright encourage it here. Anytime something goes wrong I get hit by their bats while everyone else laughs and throws whatever they want at me."

(Dess) "That sounds awful! Do you have any way to have them stop? Surely what they're doing is illegal."

(Asgore) "Those types of laws are barely enforced in normal prisons, let alone a species everyone hates."

(Kara) "Do you have air conditioning?"

*Dess and Asgore started laughing.*

(Asgore) "This is Britain! We're lucky to have air conditioning in our own homes. You really believe they care that much about monsters?"

(Dess) "Well, try to stay a low profile, okay?"

(Asgore) "Alright. *Hangs up.*"

*In the prison.*

Asgore walks back to his cell seeing the high amount of monsters entrapped. Some of them go into a room of complete white if they misbehave. Suddenly, while no one is watching Asgore, Chara burrows out of the ground.

(Chara) "So how do you feel? Don't worry you'll only get killed by the executioner, not me. I wonder if you'll ever crack?"

(Asgore) "Can you stop teasing me? You're the only reason I'm putting effort into stopping the death penalty."

(Chara) "You know it's funny. People think you are a great serious leader. The only smart ones are Papyrus and Alphys. They know who you are. I'm mostly here to make your situation worse and to observe what you do. I bet they give you food that tastes like poop."

(Asgore) "They gave us a bun for a meal. Two on special occasions. Help me please!"

(Chara) "WAH! Boo hoo. Oh, also one thing I want to do. *Slices his left thumb in half and watches it bleed.*"

(Asgore) "Why would you do that!!!"

(Chara) "So I can hurt you without killing you. Oh, people are coming. See you when you're fried!"

[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

The Good Girl and the Gangster: 7

Summary: The wedding will still take place, or will it?

A/N: HA! I WIN YOU STUPID CHAPTER! I WROTE YOU!!! I did it everyone. I wrote the chapter. I also think it'll probably be the last chapter in the series! If y'all want a more close ended finish, I might write an epilogue if y'all want. I didn't really edit it but I will in the next day or so! I really hope you guys enjoy. As always please reblog and give me feedback! I live for feedback

TW: language, violence, death, gore, blood, grief, angsty angsty

Tags: @woofgocows @buttercup32sstuff @rikki-b-lake @severewobblerlightdragon @siriuslyblackonbacknback

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

"Mother, my monthly is late."

My mothers hands slowly left my face and she let out a sigh.

"I didn't mean for this, I-"

"Enough. I will talk with Jacobs mother and move up the wedding. You will consummate and the baby will belong to a young, happy, married couple." My mother explained.

I went silent.

What?

"What? I don't understand mother, is this not enough? I know it is shameful, but I refuse to lie to Alfie and Jacob-"

"Stop. Just listen. Your father made me swear to keep this away from you." Her hand grabbed mine and she looked at me, tears forming. In almost all my years, I hardly ever saw my mother cry. She was a woman who always kept up appearances, even with her children.

"After.. we lost your brothers, your father struggled as we all did. He fell into the bottle, we kept it from you. You were still so young and focusing on school, when he was at temple he was drinking. We worked together with the church to get him to stop and it worked. A few months ago he went into the shed for the first time since Caleb died a found a letter. Caleb had written us his goodbyes. Your father began drinking again.."

I was now in tears, Caleb spent his time in the shed sculpting. When he came home from the war he never got a chance to sculpt again before he died.

"Your father fell in with bad people, he gambled, but the horse races was where we encountered an issue. Your father is a smart man, too smart when he drinks. He stole from the Peaky Blinders. They want their money back and we don't have enough alone. Even selling the property wouldn't cover it. Your marriage with Jacob and his families business is enough to help us. They agreed to help us if the marriage goes on. I'm sorry we didn't tell you." My mother concluded, both of us in tears.

"My loves? The party is awaiting the bride to be!" My fathers voice called from the other side of the door as his fist gently rasped against the wood.

"We will be down momentarily darling, just a bit of women's troubles." My mother covered, straightening her voice from the tears and wiping her face with her free hand.

"Alright, I'll keep entertaining with Jacob and his family." My father agreed before we heard his footsteps going down the stairs.

"But, what about Alfie? He has worked with the Peaky Blinders, he can help!" I protested.

"We tried to get his help already, he agreed to work with the Italians and take down the Blinders to help us, but.. it just isn't working. Alfie tried to stop the Blinders, but now the both them and the Italians are weary of him, which is why.. I told him to stay away." My mother confessed. I jumped off the bed and stood in front of her in shock.

"What? How long have you known? Has he been lying to me?" I snapped.

"No no, your father and I had him come to temple that day you met, we conversed briefly about your safety and the money we owe. We asked him to keep an eye on you in case the blinders got involved. I didn't know any of this would happen until I found your drawings." I was in shock at my mothers confessions. Everyone in my life had been lying to me for god knows how long.

I stared at my mother briefly before pushing back my tears and shedding my pajamas, getting dressed for the party as quick as I could. My mother waited patiently, both of us quiet and pulling ourselves together.

We both entered the party together, my tears dry but my eyes puffy, my mother completely unphased. I suffered through my own engagement party, Jacob gripping my waist and making my stomach turn and twist more than it already has been.

After everyone had left the miserable event, Jacob and I sat in the den while our parents conversed in the study.

"Art is a beautiful hobby, don't get me wrong! I just don't feel that it is a career, I will encourage our children to be creative, but they will be raised as real workers." Jacob drowned on and on, the mention of children causing bile to rise in my throat. I pushed it down with my water and nodded along until our parents emmersed.

"The wedding will be next Friday. We were able to organize the food and locations to our liking." My mother spoke, announcing herself in the room. I forced a smile and nodded, too tired and betrayed to fight anymore. We said our goodbyes, and got around to Jacob. Our parents gave us a bit of privacy at the door to say goodbye.

"Until our wedding, my love. I'm quite looking forward to the night." He spoke, kissing the corner of my mouth. I pushed back vomit for the unknownth time tonight and smiled without grimacing this time.

"Me as well, Jacob." I forced out, bidding him goodnight and shutting the door before locking it.

The following week was torture, my mother told me I was better off not going to the doctors and that I needed to just relax for my big day. I stayed bottled up in my room for the week, only leaving to eat and use the restroom. My father was worried, but my mother dismissed it as nerves. She didn't want him knowing I knew.

Too quickly for my liking, the wedding day had arrived. I felt sick to my stomach from the moment I woke up to the drive to the temple. I hadn’t eaten all day and I was green in the face with anxiety.

"You look so beautiful. I am sorry things happened this way. I love you for being so brave." My mother spoke, holding my arms from behind as we both looked in the mirror, my eyes began to tear as I looked at my wedding gown. It was beautiful and simple, something I always envisioned myself in, but everything was wrong. I nodded to my mother and she did the finishing touches to my makeup before my mother ushered me to the entrance where my father was waiting.

He kissed my cheeks and laced our arms.

"You look gorgeous, my baby." He complimented. I thanked him quietly and the doors to the temple opened, the music playing as my father began to walk us down the aisle, practically dragging me with him. I forced a smile as I avoided eye contact with the guests who had stood and turned to watch me, their joyful gazes making me sick.

At the end of the aisle, Jacob thanked my father and grabbed my hand, leading me to the alter where the Rabbi stood. As the Rabbi began speaking, I found my eyes traveling out into the small audience, hoping to see him, hoping he would be my knight in shining armor. Before too long, the Rabbi was initiating the exchange of the rings. For the first time since I had gotten to the alter, Jacob released his tight grip on my fingers to place my wedding band on. I did the same with him, my fingers shaking.

The Rabbi announced our betrothal and Jacob placed both hands on my cheeks, pulling me in and kissing me, his tongue entering my mouth. I submit to the kiss and leaned backwards, my hands awkwardly grabbing at his blazer lapels. I pulled away with much difficulty and Jacob ushered us down the aisle and to the doors, our guests clapping and cheering.

We arrived at the ceremony and sat at our designated table in the front of the room, in front of all our guests. We spent the first two hours mingling with guests as they drank, me avoiding alcohol.

Before the food was set to be placed at the tables, Jacob announced a speech. We stood in the middle of the ballroom floor, our guests seated at tables around us.

"I have been waiting for this marriage and am overjoyed to finally call this woman my wife!" He raised his sixth or seventh glass of whiskey to the audience who cheered. He kissed me vulgarly again before pulling away and continuing his speech, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

"I love this woman! She will be the one I come home to every single night, she will tend to our home and provide me with love and beautiful children." He announced. I started to waver back and forth, seeing stars from being so overwhelmed.

"I know neither of us can wait for our first night together, I'm sure our first child can't be far away!" He shouted, the audience laughing and clapping. I tried to focus on just one spot in the room to keep myself conscious. That spot happened to be the doors, that had swung open and let in Alfie, sweating and disheveled.

Black surrounded my vision very quickly, and I was in a heap on the ballroom floor.

I awoke to a voice and a soft hand stroking my face. I rubbed my eyes gently and saw my mother. I looked around the room, empty besides us, and began breathing heavily. I was on a small futon in the back room of the ceremony hall. The room was quaint, a few windows illuminating the room in the moonlight.

"We sent everyone home sweetheart, you just are a bit overwhelmed-"

"Mother, what happened? Something is wrong. Call the doctor please, my baby, mother." I rushed out, frantic and beginning to cry. The door opened suddenly.

"The baby?" Jacobs voice rang out. Jacob had been on the other side of the door, accompanied by my father and Alfie, all three mean having different faces of shock.

"Jacob." I sighed out, sitting up slowly.

"Are you pregnant?" He questioned. It was quiet in the room, my mother looking down and The three men now entering the room. I looked at Alfie briefly, Jacob noticing. "Is it his?"

"Jacob listen-"

"No! Your fucking parents trapped me with a whore! I was already helping your alcoholic disgrace of a father, and now this? You dirty little fucking-" Jacob was cut off by Alfie slamming him against the closest wall, his pistol being pushed into the skin of Jacob's throat so forcefully that he was gagging.

"The fuck did you call her? Say it again mate. Go on. Go ahead, call her a fucking whore again." Alfie instructed, cocking the gun. I stood from the futon and gently placed my hand on Alfie's arm.

"Alfie, let him go." I whispered, tears forming from the mess of a wedding. I never wanted Jacob to get hurt, nor my parents or Alfie.

Alfie hesitantly released Jacob, who slid to the floor holding his throat. He quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed out of the room.

"You're pregnant?" My fathers voice spoke, cracking a bit. I turned and saw him with tears in his eyes. I took a breath and glanced at Alfie, who was not looking at me, I had yet to find out why he even showed up.

"I believe so father. I haven't been-"

"I am so disappointed in you." My father spoke, a single tear rolling down his face. I sniffled, more tears falling as I scoffed.

"You're disappointed in me? That's fucking rich! This entire sham of a wedding was to save your ass! I fell in love with an incredible man and I would be more than honored to mother his children. You will not be in their lives if you even try to put a sliver of blame onto me!" I was screaming, getting closer to my father and sticking my finger in his face. He continued to cry, looking down at me wordlessly.

"You're right. I-I'm so ashamed-" My father began.

He was cut off by the deafening sound of gun shots. I felt a large body yank me to the carpeted ground. Alfie had covered my body with his own, his arms covering my head. The shots continuing to ring throughout the room, glass shattering all around us. My mother was screaming as I kept silent, gripping my aching stomach.

It felt like ages, but the room was eventually silent besides my mothers weeping.

"Don't move." Alfie instructed, hoisting himself off of me gently. He scanned the windows with his pistol as I watched, still in shock. I turned to see my mother curled up next to the couch, unharmed but in distress. When I looked to my father my stomach dropped.

"F-father?" I called out. No response. I crawled towards him and gasped, sobbing at the sight. My father lay with a gushing bullet hole in his neck, his eyes closed as he laid lifeless. I could hardly see with the low lighting and my tears flowing, but I gathered up the bottom of my dress and attempted to hold it to his neck to stop the bleeding.

I heard my mother screech and scramble next to me, gripping my fathers motionless arm.

"Darling? William? Please my love, open your eyes." My mother pleaded, sobs wracking her body. I continued applying pressure, my hands and dress now soaked in blood.

"Alfie! Call someone please, get help!" I yelled, looking back to see Alfie looking sorrowful. I looked back down at fathers body and saw two more shots in his chest, one in his heart. I let out another sob and fell backwards, my hands clutching my chest.

"Why did you stop? I-Is help here?" My mother questioned, looking at me and then Alfie. I shook my head and she clenched her eyes shut, laying her head on my fathers stomach.

Alfie stayed with us until an ambulance and the police showed up. The removed my fathers body and had a second ambulance take my mother and I to the hospital.

The nurses cleaned and changed me, giving me a white bed in an all white room. I laid motionless, thinking about the events of the night when the doctor came in.

"Hello my dear, how are we feeling?" He questioned, looking at the clipboard in his hands, then to my tear stricken face.

"My baby. Is my baby okay?" I questioned. He laid me on my back and began to perform a few tests. I closed my eyes and cried silently, still in shock and grief.

"There is no baby, it seems." The doctor spoke. I opened my eyes and looked at him, confusion lacing my features.

"I don't understand? My monthly never came after I-"

"I can assure you, you are not pregnant. Sometimes in stress induced situations, a woman's cycle can be thrown off course. Nothing to worry, just a bit of rest and a better sleep schedule before you can start trying again." The doctor smiled, patting my shoulder and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I tried to stop the tears, but they had been flowing since the wedding. The door opened and shut after about an hour, but I was facing away, hoping whoever it was would just leave.

"Y/N?" Alfie's voice called out into the silence. I didn't respond.

"You ain't gotta talk to me. Please tell me if the babe is alright?" He spoke.

"There isn't a baby, Alfie. Doctor said I was never pregnant. Leave me alone." I bit out, still facing away. I felt the bed creak as he sat at the end, rubbing my leg above the blanket. I pulled away from him and finally faced him, guilt etching his features.

"You knew. You knew it was going to happen didn't you? That's why you showed up to the wedding?" I questioned.

"The blinders found out about me an' the wops. I was too late. M'sorry dove." Alife confessed.

"You lied to me about everything. About my parents, Jacob, the wedding. For what? That I still don't understand." I spoke, throat coarse from crying and yelling. He didn't say anything.

"You're done here now. My fathers debt was collected and you failed to help him. All you did was fuck up my life, Alfie. Go home. Or don't, just get away from me." I bit out, laying back down on the pillow and closing my eyes, tears pooling once again. I waited until I heard him leave, the sound of the door shutting triggering full body sobs.

After a day in the hospital, my mother and I were back in our home. It was quiet and cold, missing my fathers presence. My mother was kept in the hospital for shock, and they released her to me once I was cleared, but she was yet to recover. I held her arm in mine and lead her to bed, tucking her in. She was just a shell, silent and pale.

"I'm going to make us some lunch, just shout if you need me." I spoke, brushing her hair out of her face. She ignored me and I sighed.

After a few months of me caring for my mother, she had improved greatly. She could care for herself now, but had only left the house twice, once to witness my annulment to Jacob and once more for fathers funeral. She was quiet, thin, and cried often, but she was talking and smiling more frequently. I hadn't seen Alfie since I told him to leave me be, and it has been hard. I spent all my time caring for mother and the house to distract myself, but he always found his way back to the front of my mind.

I left my mother in the garden reading a novel with Biscuit on her lap to go to the shops and get our groceries. Biscuit had been a great comfort to her, she always claimed to hate him until now, he kept fathers side of the bed warm.

I walked into town and began shopping at the markets, gathering some meat and eggs. A bouncing head of red hair caught my attention.

"Elise?" I questioned. She stopped and turned, her jaw dropping.

"Y/N! Darling!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me. I hadn't seen her since the first night I met her at her party Alfie took me to. She pulled away and examined me.

"How have you been then?" She questioned. I smiled.

"I've been better." I confessed. She nodded and brought me over to a bench, sitting us both down, the now breezy autumn air surrounding us.

"No need to beat around the bush. I know everything, and I'm sorry. for your father, Alfie, everything." She spoke, holding my hands in hers, the basket of goods placed between us.

"It's alright Elise, really. I've started to heal." I smiled, pushing back tears and the mention of my father.

"Darling, I didn't know what Alfie did, but I do know he needs you about as much as you need him." She spoke, sympathy lacing her beautiful features.

"He doesn't need me, Elise. He betrayed me." I spoke, looking down. She released my hand and tilted my chin to have me face her.

"He thought he was protecting you. Doesn't make it right, but it makes it understandable, and more importantly, forgivable." She spoke. I sighed and looked away.

"He's bad, love. Goes to work, locks himself in his office, then straight to his house. I've checked in, he isn't eating or sleeping. You know how he can be. You don't have to forgive him or take him back, but please talk to him. For me." Elise pleaded. I nodded and we went our separate ways.

A week later, after heavy internal debating, I found myself on Alfie's doorstep. I knocked hesitantly. I got no response for a while, until the door swung open and revealed Alfie. He looked tired, his skin scratchy and untreated. He seemed shocked to see me.

"Can I come in?" I questioned. He moved to the side and let me in, shutting the door after me. I entered the den, greeting Cyril who laid in front of the roaring fire place. He lazily rolled over for me to pat his belly, and I did so with a smile. I sat on the couch, placing my coat down on the arm of the couch. He was staring at me, waiting for me to speak. I moved closer to him and placed my hands on his cheeks, his coarse beard tickling my fingers. He closed his eyes and let out a breath.

"I'm sorry, Alfie." I muttered, pressing my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around me instantly, pulling me onto his lap. He deepened the kiss, his big hands spread across my back. He pulled away and brushed my hair out of my face, looking deep into my eyes.

"What're you sorry for?" He questioned. I smiled and smoothed his hair back with my fingers, then smoothing out his worry lines on his forehead. Ingraining every inch of his face into memory.

"I was mad. I didn't mean what I said. I thought you had moved on but when I ran into Elise she told me you were struggling. I spent the last week thinking of ways to apologize. Do you forgive me?" I questioned.

"Nah, gonna hate you for the rest of time treacle." He spoke, smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?" I questioned, stroking his face.

"Marry me?"

[f4iryfied]

wrote a lil fic abt violet’s pov in xaden’s chapter

//spoilers//

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“Why is braiding hair so fucking hard?” Xaden asks, grumbling. “Oh, it can’t be that hard, you just take the strands and twist them over each other in a pattern” I respond. A smile appears across my face seeing him struggle with something as simple as braiding my hair. But I also feel the need to smile because he’s here, a busy wingleader, taking the time to do something as simple as braiding my hair. Deep down, Xaden is such a softie. My softie. We’re back in Xaden’s room, which has soon become my favourite place. I’m seated cross-legged on his carpet floor in between his knees, while he’s on the bed. “Is this alright Violence?” I take a look at his work, and seconds pass. “Violence?” “It’s pretty good for a beginner…” I replied. “When I said never lie to me, I meant it.” he says playfully. “Okay, it’s pretty shit. But I love it nonetheless.” I tilt my head up, and he leans down. My lips fit on his so perfectly, and I think to myself how grateful I am for him, and these moments. I want to record and treasure them somewhere forever.

I slowly open my eyes, and notice I’m lying on an unfamiliar yet comfortable bed, in a strange room, with only one recognizable thing. Xaden. Sitting in a chair against the wall, I recognize him. He’s already overtaken my thoughts, and now my dreams. This man has me in his clutches, and I pray he never lets go. “You’re awake.” he says to me, with a strained and hoarse voice. As he walks to me, I notice his appearance; sleepless eyes, paler skin, and fresh scars. What happened? He sits by me and asks to look at my side. Stretching my arms, I nod. I don’t have it in me to speak words right now. Xaden gently lifts my nightdress, clearly searching for something I’m unaware about. A mark or scar perhaps? A thin silver line maps the area just above my hip bone. I hear a whisper of the word, ‘miraculous’ from him. ‘What’s miraculous?” I echoed.

“Water” he croaks. Not the response to my question, but I do feel thirsty. He pours me a glass, and I don’t miss his shaky hands. A sense of dread overcomes me, I’m most definitely missing something. I gratefully take the glass and down it all, murmuring my thanks. He finally answers my question. “You are.” I meet his eyes, and we lose ourselves in each other. “You are miraculous, I was fucking terrified, Violet. There aren’t adequate words.”

He seems genuinely shaken for me which is confusing because I feel alright. In an attempt to calm him, I relax my hand above his heart, which is beating more than usual. “I’m fine, Xaden.” “I thought I was going to lose you” he chokes out. I feel a caress of his lips on my forehead and then my temple. He has a distraught look on his face, perhaps even shame. Lose me? I know being a rider means every second of your life is either in danger or about to be in danger, but we haven’t had any upcoming dangerous events lately. And with Liam as my shadow, Xaden’s influence, or my lightning signet, no one has dared to try to attack me again. “You aren’t going to lose me,” I insisted. I kissed him, and my kiss definitely helped because he passionately returned the kiss. Using his tongue in ways that steals away my thought process. Xaden pulls away and takes my hands into his, promising to make it up to me. “I’m not saying we won’t fight or you won’t want to throw those daggers at me when I’m inevitably an ass, but I swear I will always strive to do better.” Another strange confession, this feels like a fever dream. “Make what up to me?” His brow furrows and confusion blooms across his face. “How much do you remember? By the time we got you here, the poison spread to your brain and—” I cut him off. The memories flood back. Us arriving at Athebyne, the fliers, Xaden’s betrayal, the venin. And me falling. I remember my acceptance of death at that moment. I was ready to let go. I tug my hands away, I just kissed the guy who didn’t think twice about lying to me after I’d given him… everything. Everything.

oh wow my first fanfic ever? lmk what u guys think!! and is anyone counting the days down to iron flame, ughh I’m so impatient. part 2 perhaps idk ..🤷🏾‍♀️

[tobiasdrake]

It's time. The throne room lies ahead. Nothing will keep me from my revenge.

THERE'S SO GODDAMN MANY STAIRS

This is too many stairs. Why. Why are there so many stairs.

This. Is the most. Diabolical. Defense system. I have ever seen.

I honestly considered turning back twice on the way up here.

Look at it, Aephorul. Do you see it? Do you see it? Do you see the portents of your regime collapsing around you?

I've been doing a lot of thinking, these last weeks. About Garl. Garl wouldn't hold it against you, I don't think. He wouldn't want us to let ourselves be consumed by hatred. He'd want us to find a better solution. After all, you and Resh'an were... friends... once.

I think if Garl were here, he'd have something really nice to say. He'd probably want to help mend the wounds between you and Resh'an. He might even forgive you. That was the way he was. That's how he solved things.

But he isn't here. So I'm going to rip that arm tentacle of yours off, wrap it around your throat, shove your flailing body off that ledge, and hang you by your own tendrils. That's how I solve things.

Oh, fuck me. I got vengeance in my eyes and somehow I completely forgot about Erlina. What have you done to her, Aephorul? Let's see it.

...oh, she's....

You know, I was expecting some kind of hideous flesh abomination. But Erlina's new form looks amazing. I'm actually a little jealous.

I keep forgetting that, despite being the goddamn worst, Fleshy's a monster of his word. He's enslaved worlds and committed horrible atrocities against people but he doesn't lie or break deals. We're the ones who cheat extensively.

Of course, your personality's been wiped. That's probably for the best. It will make it emotionally easier to kill you if the person we loved is already dead.

Right. To business, then. You want to be queen of this world and I want my pound of Fleshmancer.

Zale owes you a lot. You probably don't remember what you taught him. But we made your lessons work for us. Have a sample.

Come on, is this the best you got? You're supposed to be the LIMITLESS POWER monster, aren't you? Erlina was a Solar Warrior with a seemingly infinite well of power to draw on. Where's all that power now, huh?! Where's--

OH. OKAY.

...I really need to learn to shut up. Also, Queen Zeal is going to sue someone.

No, you do not get a "Yeah, that's fair" from me! Go on. Blast me. Electrocute me. Acid rain. Hit me with your best fucking--

HEY NO THAT'S CHEATING.

LET ME OUT RIGHT THIS SECOND YOU ASSHOLE I'M GONNA--

OW! FUCK!

Why are you SUCH A DICK. I liked you better when you were a satyr!

._. Thank you, Hollow Great Eagle, for having my back in this time of great hubris. I am sorry for the many, many things I have said and will continue to say about you.

Alright. Come on, team. Let's pull it together and Power of Friendship this asshole.

GET.

FUCKING.

DUNKED ON.

You traded Solstice magic for the Fleshmancer's power. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you traded down. Solstice lore is so vague and cryptic that it might be difficult to decipher this fact, but I have it on Teaks's authority: Our bullshit is stronger than his.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Lewis has never dated a BLACK woman I’m talking about a woman who is the same complexion as his father, I’m talking about a woman his shade or darker, I’m talking about a woman who has 2 black parents. I’m a long time fan of Lewis but y’all are not about to lie in our faces on this app. Pushing the rumour he dated Rihanna (he didn’t) and mentioning his very brief fling with Nicki to showcase how much he loves black women is wild and I want us to love ourselves more than that. He’s a bunny chaser and that’s alright and until I’m proven otherwise I will not be moved from my position.

☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽😳

Also, guys let's not stay on this debate all night. I know it's a hot topic with a lot of thoughts and opinions and can be entertaining but we don't need to stay on it all night.

[krishgupt]

Ash Betrayed (Part - 8)

“I……………………… I am sorry what?” Ash asked, unable to believe what he just heard.

“I………………………… I am the first born of Madame Boss, the founder of Team Rocket…………………. I was supposed to be the next Boss…………………………… Mom send me to Rota gain intelligence on the Rota………………………… It was supposed to be the first step in establishing a base in Rota. Mom also thought that if I was successful, I would have gained the legitimacy to succeed her without issue,” Delia said as she looked at Ash, expecting him to look at her with hateful eyes. Ash looked at her teary eyes and hug her.

“I don’t hate you Mom! Whatever you did in the past is irrelevant!” Ash said as he broke the hug and saw Delia crying.

“I-I………………………………… I have been holding this inside for so long! I was so scared that you will hate me!!!!!!!!!!!” Delia said as Ash wiped her tears.

“How did Dad react?” Ash asked with a smile.

“He merely asked if I knew that he was the Prince from the start and thus tried to get close to him for the mission…………………………... I decided to lie, I knew if I told him the truth, he will say he didn’t care about my past if I am willing to forget it and redeem myself. But when I lied to him, telling him getting close to him was all part of the mission………………………………. He told me I didn’t even knew how to lie,” Delia said as she wiped her tears.

“Dad sounds like a good judge of character,” Ash said.

“He was, he really was,” Delia said as she looked at the night sky.

“He hugged me and told me I was on my path to redemption and he wanted to be there for me,” Delia said.

“He also showed me the truth……………………... about how evil Team Rocket was, I knew it were into Pokemon Stealing and Black Money, which………………………...Arceus I can’t believe there was a time when I thought it was fine………………………… As I was saying……………………….. I knew about Pokemon Stealing and Black Money, but he showed that Team Rocket was so much worse, contractual killing, smuggling! Black market! Prison breaks, riots, illegal fights! Prostitutions! so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So much more,” Delia said.

“After realising the truth, I became a Double agent, I pledge loyalty to Queen Anne and started informing her about all shady activities of Team Rocket in Rota and other parts of Kanto……………………… with my aid, Team Rocket was never able to make a footing in Rota…………………………. But soon, Mom found out I was the Mole. One day, she called me back, I didn’t knew she knew and went alone…………………………… And I was imprisoned and……………………… she tried to brainwash………………………... she and that damn traitorous brother of mine who I treated like a son!” Delia said as she tighten her fist.

“But my imprisonment was no for long, your father came to my rescue……………………………. He passed through all the grunts in lightning speed! He defeated Giovanni! And was able to take me away, in front my Mother, her face……………………… You should have been there, you would have laughed yourself crazy,” Delia said as she looked at Red’s Photo.

“No one even tried to stop us, we even stayed at Viridian for the day because it was late at night. We spend the night-” Delia said as she blushed.

“You spend the night?” Ash asked.

“I will tell you when you are older………………………….. anyways, The next day, he took me back the Rota and with the Blessing of Queen Anne, we married each other…………………………… We remained Happily married for 5 years……………………………. Before………………………….. before 5/11, a terrorist attack on Rota castle……………………….. your father died protecting everyone. After his funeral, I requested that I want to do nothing with Aura BS, I have already lost my husband because of it! I can’t lose my son in it too!!!!” Delia said.

“Queen Anne understood my pain and let me go with enough money for us to live our lives comfortably,” Delia said.

“With that Money, I was able to settle ourselves in Pallet with a Farm and a restaurant,” Delia said as she looked as Ash.

“Are you alright?” Delia asked.

“It is just………………………………. A lot to handle………………. A lot to progress,” Ash said.

“I understand, ake as much time as you want dear,” Delia said as she hug him.

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“Today was a tough day, wasn’t it Pikachu,” Ash asked.

“//Tell me about it,//” Pikachu said.

“Yeah, too much for my brain to handle………………... anyways, we will think about this tomorrow, good night!” Ash said as he closed his eyes.

“//Yeah same//” Pikachu said as he did the same.

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“Chosen One” Ash heard a voice, his eyes were close so he didn’t know who was calling him. He just knew one thing, that was that Pikachu was one his shoulder. Other than that, he couldn’t feel a single thing.

“Open your eyes son,” The Feminine voice ordered Ash as he did the same. He opened his eyes to see the one, the only! The Mother of All! Mother Arceus.

“Arceus!” Ash said as he looked at Arceus at the eyes.

“Chosen One! I am happy to see your mother has finally told the truth about your heritage and your blood!” Arceus said as Ash looked at her confused.

“I don’t get it, why should it matter to you whether my mother has told me about my father or not?” Ash asked.

“//Yeah! What is in it for you?//” Pikachu asked with attitude (Yes he is throwing Attitude to God).

“Chosen One! The world is not like how I made it! Evil Team attacking and Harming my children and grandchildren! Rich bastards doing Environmental Degradation! Religious Leaders calling their followers to arm in my and my family’s names! More and More Aura Users getting corrupted!!! I want my world clean! And it up to you! You and Your Aura Foundation!!!!” Arceus said.

“I am not a Member of the Aura Foundation,” Ash said.

“You are Destiny to be! You are destiny to be the Next Aura Captain!!!!! Go to Rota, complete your Aura training and clean the world!!!” Arceus ordered.

“If you think I can do it! I will do it for the betterment of the World and Pokemons!!!!” Ash said.

“Thank you Chosen One!” Arceus said as a blinding light came.

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Ash woke up on his Bed and a determined look on his face. He went down to the living room to talk to Delia but suddenly, the home telephone started ringing and he went to pick it up.

“Hello?” Ash asked.

“Hey Cousin,” Ash heard a familiar voice and smirk.

“Queen Ilene, what can I do for you in this fine day?” Ash asked.

“Just called to ask when are you coming?” Ilene asked.

“I need to talk to Mom first,” Ash explained.

“Of course, and listen, please bring Aunty Delia, it has been ages since I have seen her,” Ilene said as she hangs up the phone.

What do you think? Will Delia accept it?

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[just-my-type-x]

what about something where you go to a haunted location with sam and colby and the viewers know about yours and Colby's relationship so you're both like holding hands ect in the video and not hiding the affection???

Black Swan Inn - Colby Brock Imagine

Gif not mine

Today was the day i am finally on Sam and Colby's channel, also the first I'm introduced officially as Colby's girlfriend. It's weird, I'm not gonna lie, because i never thought our relationship will last. When Colby asked me properly of being his girlfriend, i partially laughed, but tried my best to hide it. I jokingly said yes and here we are, almost eight months of dating. Of course, our little secret couldn't be a secret for a long time, fans finding out about us in like two months.

"How are you feeling today? Are you excited for tonight?", Colby asks me, grinning at me while gesturing to the camera.

"I'm good, pretty nervous to be honest", i answer shyly and smile at the camera

"You're gonna have a blast! ", Sam says excited

"well, seeing shadows isn't our idea of a blast, but we're definitely gonna have fun", Nate speaks for the both of us and all of us laugh

"Agree", i laugh and the boys finish the intro

I follow Colby closely into the house, an eerie feeling already creeping in. I let out a sigh.

"This is creepy"

"If you don't feel alright, tell me and we're getting out of here", Colby holds my hand and gives me a small kiss on the forehead.

"Don't worry, Colbs. I'm looking forward for everything", i smile and take a step back from Colby as Sam starts the camera. Even tho fans know about us, i don't want our relationship to be the main thing they focus on. I start walking towards the closet, where every one of us peeked inside to see the weird arrangement of the mirrors. "We're gonna get into that in a second, but look how crazy it looks"

We all nod and step back, continuing the tour around the main floor and outside, to the barn. In the barn, the boys get the idea of starting the investigation there. Lights turned off, everything becomes scary in a second.

"Oh wow, this is dark", Colby laughs at my words and i sit on the couch next to him. I see Sam and Nate trying to move a three part mirror in front of us and, as hard as it is to see, it's funny how they step on things and curse because they can't see the way towards us. "Why didn't you do it with the lights on?", i ask and manage Sam through the dark so he doesn't step on our feet.

"Well, Colby could've used the lights from the camera but noooo", Sam complains and we a laugh again

"Oh shit, man, I'm sorry", Colby apologies and turns on the light right in front of Sam's face

"Motherfucker", he steps back and covers his eyes, while Nate and i hold our stomachs because of how bad it hurts from the laughter.

We get serious and start looking at ourselves in the mirror. I look at Colby and smile at him, he does the same. I take my phone out and tell the boys to smile. I take the photo and look at Colby's smile, showing it to him.

"You're so beautiful"

"We are very beautiful", he says and i melt inside

"Oh yeah yeah, we also look great", Nate jokes and i give him a funny look.

Time passes by and we go into the garden, heading to investigate the gazebo. I sit on the other side from Colby, close to the blue lantern and look closely to the house. In the exact same time, he points to the window and tells us about the shadow. Full goosebumps form on my body and embrace myself to comfort myself. Colby sprints towards the house and we all follow him.

"Where's y/n?", he turns abruptly and Nate almost knocks them down because of the speed he has.

"Here, here", he extends his arm towards me to grab him. I do so and he pulls me instantly to his chest.

"You ok? Let's go", i nod and hurry on his side, his steps bigger than mine.

We look around the house to make sure there are no homeless people or teenagers on the property.

"That really was a shadow oh my God", i say and exhale loudly. "Man, that was awesome"

"I'm glad you're not scared, baby", Colby smiles widely and hugs me tightly.

"I have you around, it's enough for me to feel ok", i kiss the part of the neck that i can reach

Colby and the boys talk a bit about the shadow situation while i hold the camera to film them. I follow them around and settle for the estes method and the closet session, which i chose not to participate to.

"That's all guys, we hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. See you next week with another episode", Sam moves his hands while talking to the camera. Colby puts one arm around my waist and i intertwine our fingers together.

"Thanks to Nate and my, if you can believe it, my lovely girlfriend, for being here. We hope you enjoyed their presence because you're definitely going to see more of them in the future", Colby ends the outro and turns off the camera. We all head to the car throwing one last glance at the Black Swan Inn.

[halfbakedspuds]

OC interview

Thanks to @illarian-rambling for the tag!

Rules: write your OC's response to the questions

I have Hans von Nirgends on my mind so I'll do it for him.

Are you named after someone?

At birth, I was named after my paternal grandmother... no, I will not tell you what that name was, allesficker. When I fled to Neureich, they asked under what name I wished to be registered, and I... panicked a bit, choosing 'Hans Schmidt' (which I'll admit is possibly the most stereotypically Tuitish name ever). Then I joined the Neureich Friedensrichter corps and got assigned to a little frontier town in the Mittelostia territory called 'Nirgends'- which I may have grown a little too attached to since I had my surname changed to 'von Nirgends' after a year and a half of living there.

When was the last time you cried?

Probably after the last Hellstorm I survived. Not necessarily because anything bad happened, they just leave behind a kind of eldritch beauty that you can't help but shed tears at the sight of. The last time I cried out of heartbreak... I decline to comment, that memory remains buried for a reason.

Do you have kids?

That's not really on the table for me due to several reasons- let's just lie to ourselves, say that Hellstorms are sterilising and leave it at that, alright?- and as much as I'd like to maybe adopt kids someday, I'm also far too afraid that I'll turn out like my father. No child deserves that.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What do you think, detective? In all honesty, it annoyed my father, so it became a rebellious habit of mine.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

The way they walk. That can usually tell me whether or not they have a gun concealed that's getting in the way of their movements, but all in all it's just a lesson learnt from experience.

What's your eye colour?

Bluish-grey. Although under... certain conditions, they take on the colour of a dark storm.

Scary movies or Happy endings?

I don't know, maybe my life has just been filled with enough real fear and horror, but scary movies don't really do anything for me. I'm a sucker for a happy ending, though. Probably because I'm still looking for mine.

Any special talents?

What, why do you... oh wait, that's what you mean. I guess I'm a decent-ish marksman. How many people do you know who can take a rifle and put a hole in a coin from a hundred and fifty measures out from horseback?

Where were you born?

Listen here, and listen close. If you tell anyone this, I will find you. Verstehen? Good.

I was born in the Wasserfall family manor in the Grenzenwald barony of Tuitis, near the Tuitis-Lenroux border. Happy? Good, let's move on.

Do you have any pets?

I had a dog named Rufus while I was still a Friedensrichter. Damn good partner, closest I ever had to a friend before I met Anselm and Mariette. Anyways, one day we were on a job, stopping a gang who'd commandeered a cash transit train. Rufus ran in, bit their leader in the soft, and got shot for it.

My orders were to take that gang alive. Well, it's not exactly my fault if some outlaw scum managed to vanish into thin air as if they'd been vaporised. It's also not my fault that I may have done the reasonable thing and... assisted in the emancipation of their molecular bonds.

What sort of sports do you play

In Nirgends they have this sport that the children play where you need to try to get a ball into the other team's goalpost. When I was off duty, I'd sometimes play it with them, though it says something that I as a twenty-four year old man repeatedly got thrashed by a bunch of young teenagers... Bozhe, now I miss home.

How tall are you?

One measure, twenty five marks. In your system that's about 167cm or about 5'5".

What was your favourite subject in school

My father wasn't too keen on the idea of me receiving an education, however there was a guy in town who our family commissioned machinery and other things from who taught me how to read, write, and maintain machinery whenever I snuck out to visit him. My favourite lessons were the ones where he only told me the design specs and left me to figure things out myself. I guess I just enjoyed the challenge and he knew it.

What is your dream job

A musician, maybe. Although if I'm being honest I'm getting tired of a life where something exciting is constantly happening to me. Perhaps I'd like to hang up my rifle and put my talents as a mechanic to use here in Ost-Rietland... yes, that actually sounds quite lovely.

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Are you named after someone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have any kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What is the first thing you notice about people?

What is your eye colour?

Scary movies or Happy endings?

Any special talents?

Where were you born?

Do you have any pets?

What sort of sports do you play?

How tall are you?

What was your favourite subject in school?

What is your dream job?

[sugarlywhispers]

ELIGERE ME [I]

Summary: The war had ended, but no one was expecting what just happened. Voldemort won. It was the beginning of hell for those who stood against him. You preferred to have died than to suffer as much as you were at the moment; yet the only one with the power to give you a little bit of peace in this Hell was him, former Death Eater, Min Yoongi, who had tried to kill you on more than one occasion. Could you trust him? Was he really who he showed to be?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Fem); Jung Hoseok x Reader.

Genre: DARK FIC; Harry Potter AU; Death Eater x Muggleborn; Stockholm Syndrome AU; Yandere-ish AU; Angst.

WARNINGS: DARK THEMES, adult content, swearing, explicit situations, smut (in future chapters), descriptions of blood, tortures and traumatic situations.

A/N: Well, hello there again. The annoying bitch, a.k.a. ME, who can't stay away from fanfiction came back.🙃 First of, let me scream how much I love my baby @sincerelylexx for the amazing banner she made for this fic and for always reading and encouraging me to keep doing this🥺🤍 I love you forever!💕

Alright, now let's be real and clear here, friends. This is a dark story, there won't be fluff, well maybe sometimes and thru the end, but still... Let's position ourselves in the time my story is gonna refer to. It's the second wizarding war, Harry Potter against Lord Voldemort. And for this story, Harry loses, which means Voldemort wins, which also means nothing nice can come from that. Reader fought for the Light, while Min Yoongi fought for Voldemort's side. No, I won't say more about that (😉). BUT, what I want y'all to realize is that IS A WAR. Nothing pretty nor good comes from them. So, I'm sorry, don't expect flowers, unicorns and rainbows, THIS SHIT'S GONNA BE DARK.

Also, yes. I have joined the redeemed Death Eater x saving the Muggleborn witch in HP fanfics. But here, I'm combining two of my most favourite things in the whole wide world, Harry Potter fandom and BTS.😍💖

Having said that, those who still want to stay and read, enjoy💖

CHAPTER ONE: "Hell on Earth".

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"Crucio!"

The pain was excruciating. It was pain like no other; your whole body shook and trembled on the dirty floor and all you could think, feel or want was to be dead.

You really wished you were, that way you wouldn't be suffering this way. That way you would be free.

It all had happened too fast for everyone's exhausted bodies and minds to realize it during the battle; so when they turned around and saw Harry's dead body limp, moveless, lifeless on the floor, a whole silence reigned around.

Nobody moved nor dared to make a sound for minutes.

Minutes in which your mind was processing what just happened, what it meant.

Harry Potter was dead.

Harry Potter lost.

Lord Voldemort won.

Laughs, screams and cries were heard all around the castle, or what was left of it. Chaos began again; some people regained their duels, others started to run away while battle broke loose again.

You still couldn't believe it. No. This couldn't happen. This couldn't end this way; it wasn't supposed to end like this, damn it!

Had everything you did, everything the Golden Trio did, been completely in vain? Was history really written like this, with this end? What happened with all those stories in which the Light, the good, the superheroes won? Were all just that, mere stories? Were all a lie?

Yes. A big fucking lie… 

Hope did not exist.

"Y/N, RUN!" Someone yelled at you, but it was heard in the distance.

You were really tired… Your whole body ached in a way that was indescriptible. What was the point? Why keep running? They won. What else could you or anyone else do? Harry was the chosen one, not Hermione, not Ron, and definitely not you. Why keep fighting?

But for some reason, your body did not realize you had already given up and your legs were running towards the big doors of the castle. Then, you remembered why it was worth it to keep fighting; you remembered him. You dodged down at every curse that got in your way and sent back curses to every Death Eater you could catch.

You could see the morning sunlight brightening the outside, the sun waking up the earth for a new day right through the horizon. As you got closer to the entrance, you felt the light breeze of freedom.

Freedom. That sounded fantastic. It sounded like the best thing that could happen after all this hell.

Yet, in your running, you never saw that big, wall-like Death Eater following your track from the side like a hawk getting closer and closer to attack. Your mind was so focused and thriving for that freedom that you never expected him to win in speed and stand in front of you right at the doors of Hogwarts castle.

You groaned gasping for air, eyes opening wide as your body collided with his. He had caught you. You had been so close...

"Got ya', mudblood," he laughed, picking you up on his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

You fought; arms and legs jerking and kicking as hard as you could against him. You were not going down without a fight.

This was not supposed to end like this…

In your fight, you looked one last time at the horizon getting far away from your reach as the Death Eater walked deeper inside the castle again. 

Then, everything went black.

Little did you know, that was going to be the last time you ever saw the outside, the beautiful sun in daylights, for a long time.

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How many days had passed since that tragic day? Had it been days, weeks, months? Maybe years? You really didn't know; you lost count after the second session of rounds filled by the Cruciatus Curse that kept going for endless hours until you finally passed out again. 

After each session, when you woke up, your body spamming uncontrollably on the dirty ground of that cell that became your new "home", you were back in the darkness of the dungeons on the farthest and deepest floor down the castle. Sometimes, you could see through a little window the silhouette of the giant squid swimming in the lake. You named it Willy, though you didn't really know if it was male or female.

Nothing had really changed for the beast; it just kept swimming in its environment like nothing had happened, as if everything was as normal as it had always been. 

However, it couldn't be said the same for you. Everything has changed for you.

You remembered feeling a small spang of jealousy for the animal. You wished you could be as free as Willy was.

But now, you were a prisoner, a toy Death Eaters liked to play with. You were scum to them; a mudblood, which meant, nothing. You were simply nothing.

One last painful cry was torn from your raspy throat before the curse was lifted. Your body kept jerking in pain, every limp in your body trembled. Pain was everything your mind could focus on; but somehow, when you opened your eyes for a millisecond, you noticed you were in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Of course you were still at Hogwarts; you never left this place since war started.

Pain clouded your mind again, remembering how much all of this felt like hell in those mere seconds you could breathe.

However, mercy wasn't something Death Eaters were known for, so it didn't take them long before another round of torturing began.

A shrieking, full of evilness and madness laughter that belonged to a woman sounded above all the other laughs, even above your own screams of pain.

You were at the point in which you were now comparing pains, trying to decipher who each pain was related to, under whose wand.

The Crucio under Bellatrix's wand hurt. Like thousand needles constantly pinching your entire body; like the most painful electric shock traveling the insides of your whole body, burning everything on its path. Indeed, her crucio felt like the worst nightmare ever.

But nothing would ever compare to the Crucio curse under Voldemort himself. It was pain like no other. It was a pain that you were unable and incapable to explain how it felt, but one thing was for sure: it was a pain that only made you wish you were dead.

Why? Why had everything had to end like this? What sin could you have done in this life to deserve this pain? At this point, nothing made sense. Was it day or night? Was the morning shiny or cloudy? Was it Spring or Fall already?

All you knew was that you knew nothing.

But you definitely weren't expecting what was going to happen at that moment.

"My most loyal followers and friends," started the evil snake, gathering the attention of his laughing Death Eaters, which were very entertained by watching one of them raping a girl on one side of the hall.

You have learnt that it was better to close your eyes and try not to pay too much attention to what was happening around you. One, because it was painful to even think. A handful of rounds of the Cruciatus Curse would make anyone go nuts. How or why were you still a little bit conscious yet, no one knew. It was a game for them, who gets to finally break the little Gryffindor princess; the winner gets to rape her. And two, because simply there was nothing, absolutely nothing you could do for them. And that was the most horrifying thing you have ever experienced.

Not being able to do anything for your friends, for people you have known for years, for the kids that still were trapped in this hell, it was killing you alive. Every. single. day.

"Today, we celebrate our first anniversary of finally ending our most hated enemy," your eyes opened instantly.

A year... Just one fucking year had passed; it felt like a fucking eternity.

You looked at the ceiling, no sky this time giving you the welcome to Hogwarts. It was the plain image of an old ceiling. There was no magic– correction, no good magic surrounding these walls that once made you feel safe and at home.

It's been one year…

Tears started to blind your sight, all the sadness and pain, all the frustrating helplessness twirling so fast inside you, you were unable to control it.

"As a celebration and reminder of how much I do appreciate all my dear followers, I'll be granting one wish to each one of you," Voldemort said, and everyone felt the sickening feeling that something hid behind his faked nice words.

Nobody spoke but the silence that surrounded everyone in the Great Hall of Hogwarts which screamed 'dangerous'.

Least was to say that everyone was surprised when one of his closest followers, former Death Eater Min Yoongi, took a few steps closer to his master where he was seated in the place which once had been Headmaster Dumbledore's seat. He bowed to Voldemort, practically kneeling on one leg and resting his forearm on his bent knee in front of him as a sign of respect and loyalty.

"My Lord, I've been nothing but loyal to you and the cause," Yoongi started, but Voldemort interrupted him.

"You dare tell me what I already know, Yoongi?" If anyone had paid precise attention to him, they would have noticed how he gulped nervously.

Still, Yoongi continued, "I have a wish."

"Oh, and what is this wish you have for me to fulfill for you, my dear Yoongi?" Everyone could feel the amusement in their master's voice. He was the one having fun with all of this, he was playing with all of them. And it was scary.

"I want… I want the Gryffindor mudblood."

Gasps and whispers surrounded the ambience, some were surprised, others were angry.

"You'll have to be more specific, my friend, we play with a lot of mudblood toys in here," Voldemort mocked.

Yoongi never looked up at his master as he said, "Y/L/N Y/N."

You could not believe your ears. Your eyes, filled with tears, averted from the ceiling to him.

You remembered him. He was in the same year and class as you had been; he even was friends with Draco Malfoy, but he wasn’t such a prick like the blond. You remembered Yoongi being more quiet, more kept to himself and his stuff. But you did remember once colliding with him on a hallway in your run to class and him spitting that horrible word at you… Mudblood. He was the same prejudiced asshole as everyone else was in Slytherin.

You also remembered him cursing one of your friends from the back during the last battle. What a fucking coward, you thought.

So the question was, why? Why did he want you? Was this some kind of sick thing he was into? Did he just want you as a consolation prize for all the shit he did? Was he going to parade you like his trophy? Was this a stroke to his ego?

Simply, why? Why you?

Voldemort pretended that he was thinking about it for a moment, and then he looked at you, laying almost helplessly on the floor, pretty hurt and still spamming with the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse. He smiled, wide and devilish.

"I know what you're capable of, Yoongi," snakeface praised, still smiling and looking back at said man. "But sadly, this means you'll take one of the most fun toys we have, especially for our Bella," everyone, including her, laughed out loud in a mocking way, until Voldemort raised his hand to make them shut up. "However, you have proven yourself to be one of my most impressively loyal followers, and I'll grant your wish. You can have the mudblood."

More whispers, you could feel their eyes on you. But you traveled your gaze at Min Yoongi, who bowed his head one more time in his master's direction and thanked him, then stood up and walked towards you, eyes still not finding yours.

One of the reasons they considered you "a fun toy" was because you still had it in you to fight them, to still put some resistance not only in your mind, but also in your body. You fought nails and punches against everyone, and Min Yoongi would not be an exception.

When he was right next to you, he bent over to grab your arms to make you stand up, and that was when the fight began. They had called and compared you on more than one occasion with a wild animal, and maybe you did look and acted like one now, but you didn't care. You were not going to give in easily, to any of them.

Yoongi tried to dodge and hold you with his strength so your punches wouldn't hurt him, but one particular kick on the stomach made everyone that were paying attention to the scene laugh amusingly at his grunt, but it made him angry.

When he finally made you stand up, he forcefully grabbed the back of your head by your hair and pulled you closer to him, his other arm holding your entire body against his chest. You had to admit, you were surprised for a second there. When did that thin, languid boy become this buffy, slim man with enough strength to restrain you?

You were still struggling in his arms, when he whispered in a hiss right at your ear, "Quit fighting, damn it! I'm trying to help."

You froze. What?! What the hell was he playing at?

“Already having trouble controlling your new pet, Yoongi? You know I could always assist you, even show a few new tricks, mmh?” One Death Eater that you couldn’t recognize at the moment joked from behind Yoongi, making the man in front of you tense. You didn’t know who the man that spoke was, but if he made Yoongi react that way, it only meant he was dangerous.

You were about to start struggling again when you felt invisible ropes hold your arms behind your back, and the anger returned to your whole being. Fucking bastard! He tricked you! Your eyes threw daggers at the asshole in front of you while Min Yoongi stood tall and proud that he finally got you to cooperate. You hated him so much already.

“Thank you, Corbyn, but I have my own fun tricks,” Yoongi said, his tone sounding mocking and full of himself, making several people laugh maliciously at what lay ahead of you as his possession. You were so ready to spit at him, but his eyes made you freeze again.

While his words had been harsh and full of evil intent, his eyes that only you could see were full of begging for you to cooperate; it was like they were screaming at you, ‘Please, please do as I say’. For some reason, he was terrified. Of what?, you didn’t know.

You wanted to scream back at him to go fuck himself, that you didn’t need him nor his help, that he was and evil prick like the rest of them, a murderer, a Death Eather scum! You hated him like the rest of them for all the hell they brought to yours and everyone else’s lives.

However, his almond shaped black eyes full of fear made you hold back and stay put.

For now.

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[linawritesfanficandmore]

Hot and Strange Kind of Help

Summary:

Sanji helps Zoro for his rut

Notes:

Guys Guys... I am so ashamed of myself rn. First, this is my longest chapter nearly 4k words so wooh and No Beta We Die Like Men Second This is my first time writing smut in English so... Actually, this can be counted as the first smut writing ever of mine so... Anyway good luck

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After Zoro woke up, Chopper spoke to him.

“Zoro, you need a recovery rut after an injury like this, but since it's two weeks until your next rut and Luffy doesn't want to stay here for another two weeks and I don't know where we will be for another two weeks if you'll excuse me, I'd like to put you on the forced rut. I talked to Luffy. If you agree, we'll stay here until your rut is over." “Is this what's best for me, Chopper?” "Yes." "Okay then." "Beautiful. How would you like to spend your routine? Like Luffy-" “Chopper, I am a sexual man.” “Alright. Maybe someone from the other group would like to accompany you, do you want me to ask?” “I wouldn't want to spend my Chopper rut with a stranger. I've had alone rut before. It won't be a problem.” “Can you check your food, water, and bandages?” "Do not worry." "Ok then. I'll let you know when I have the room ready." “Okay, Chopper.”

*** *** After a while, Chopper showed Zoro his room.

“Zoro, I want you to lie down on the futon. And I'm going to inject you with this drug. In a couple of hours, your rut will begin.” “Okay Chopper.”

He did as Zoro Chopper said and lay down on the futon. Chopper also injected the needle into Zoro.

“You have the water and easy-to-prepare food section on this side. Bandages and medical supplies on this side and this-“ “Chopper. I got this.” “Please Zoro, don't push yourself. Be careful.” “I will.” ***

While all this is happening:

“Luffy? I need to talk to you! Alone!” “Okay.”

They went to a place where they could be alone together.

“Luffy…” “Yes, Sanji?” “Well… if you let me…” "What?" “I want to help Marimo with his rut.” “Huh?” "I said-" "I heard you. But I wasn't expecting that but hahaha. Okay, you can help. We can cook for ourselves for a few days.” “Thank you, Luffy.” “No problem.” “And Luffy?” “Yes?” “Can you tell the others that I am just resting? Not helping that…” “Okay, Sanji.” “Thanks again Luffy.”

After Sanji left, Luffy turned around.

“He would have noticed all of you if he wasn't being so reckless.”

Others came out of hiding.

Nami:

“What do you think will happen next?” “I think the cook-bro and Zoro-bro will definitely be lovers.” “No, no Zoro and Sanji will never be able to look at each other again.” “Yohohoho Young love blooms yohohohoh!” “What do you think, captain-san?” “They will continue to be Zoro and Sanji. They are idiots.” “I agree. It is still early.”

/////////Start of Sexual Content////// ***

“Fuck… This is bullshit… How does Rut make me heal when I get so tired… Fuck.. ah… it hurts…” “Stop whining you dumb marimo.”

As soon as Zoro heard Sanji's voice, he took a sitting position from his lying position. Of course, he was hurt by the sudden movement. Sanji had locked the door as well.

"Stupid. Don't make sudden moves. Don't you want to get better?"

As Zoro breathes deeply:

“W-why… Why… y-you here?” "I will help you." “I-I don't want…”

Even though Zoro said this, his body couldn't help it. He could clearly hear Sanji's pheromones right now. He got a bulge.

“Idiot. I can see.” “I-I don't… need your help.” “Oh yeah? Okay, then I am leaving.”

After saying that, Sanji opened the door. When exiting:

“Wait!”

Sanji grinned and re-entered and locked the door again.

“Now what do you want you horny marimo?” “You are… fucking irritating.” “Yeah, So?” “H-help…” “To who?” “M-me… you fucker.” “How do you want my help?” “I want your touch.” “Oh, you finally can form a full sentence without taking a few breaths.” “Just come over…here!” “No, no little marimo. You made me so angry. So we will play this by my rules. I will be in charge.” “Whatever. Just come already. It hurts… Please…”

Sanji kept standing at the door without answering. He hadn't heard what he wanted yet.

“Sanji…Please…help me…” “Better.”

So Sanji went to the futon where Zoro was lying and sat right next to him. With his arrival, Zoro laid his head on his shoulder. He was breathing deeply. It was obvious that he was in pain, but as Sanji had said before. He was angry with him and would not give him what he wanted easily. Of course, it wasn't meant to torture. After all, this was his healing rut. Still, Sanji thought he deserved it.

“Are you still there, Marimo?” “H-how are you not affected?” “Well, I wanted a clear mind. Took strong suppressants.” “I…I hate this…” "Don't. You are smelling so good. Now, look at me. Tell me what you want.”

Zoro looked up at Sanji. If it was a normal rut, Zoro would be much more energetic and would never let Sanji take control, but right now he was in a desperate situation.

“I… I want your touch.” “Where to, Zoro?” “To my penis.”

Sanji smiled. He wasn't willing to torture, as he said. If he played properly, he would easily get what he wanted. Since he could express it directly, he did what he said and slowly ran his hand over Zoro's pants over his hardened penis.

“You want me to touch this?”

Zoro moans.

"Y-yeah!" “More? "Yes!" “Then show it to me, Zoro-kun.”

Zoro hated rut. That's why he liked to use suppressants. People did not understand how they spoke about rut with pleasure. The rut was also a kind of heat. What's so cool about not being able to control your own body? Zoro hated it, but right now he had no choice. He stood up and slowly took off his pants.

"Hm... I still can't see it Zoro-kun." “You are an asshole.” “I can wait. As much as you want.”

Zoro didn't want to play his games. It was nerve-wracking. Moreover, he did not know this cook. He had never seen him like this. Still, he was a helpless alpha now. Not much. He also took off his underwear. He released his already hardened leaking penis.

“Oh, already this much pre-cum huh?”

Zoro blushed:

“S-shut up!” “So… Zoro-kun. What do you want?”

Zoro was about to die of embarrassment. "Do not you answer? Even to this?”

Sanji slowly approached him and blew lightly on his penis. Zoro suddenly tensed and his penis hardened even more. Sanji was sure that he wouldn't last long if he touches him right now.

“Your answer?” “Take it!” “With?” “Your mouth!” “What is the magic word?” “Please…” “Good boy.”

Then Sanji began to draw circles on the tip of Zoro's penis with his tongue. Zoro was already in bad shape and Sanji was making things even harder.

“F-fuck~ Cook… stop teasing. Please~~”

Sanji opened his mouth wide and took Zoro's penis in his mouth. He also didn't neglect to play with his tongue as he slowly tides.

“Oh, ~~ S-shit~ I didn't think you were that good~~ So close~ Cook… Faster.”

Zoro grabbed Sanji's head with his hands and started to support him. So Sanji got even faster. Zoro's moans and erotic voices from Sanji began to echo in that small room. Sanji wasn't particularly experienced in blow jobs or deep throat, but for Zoro... He was doing his best for Zoro. He supported it as much as he could with his tongue and took it as much as he could with his throat. It was as if Sanji was totally feeling it. His penis was beating like a heart. He knew he was close to coming. That's why he wasn't against Zoro. He even started getting a little deeper.

“Fuck! Cook! Back off! I'm gonna cum!

Sanji did not. He didn't let him either.

“CUMMING!”

As Zoro came, Sanji didn't move as much as he could and greeted all the sperm. When Zoro finished, Sanji swallowed them while staring into Zoro's eyes as he pulled back. Zoro slowly sat down on the ground.

“Fuck cook. That was…” “What?” “Amazing. Best…” “Oh… Really?” “Yeah… Maybe it is because…” “What?” “Because it was you…”

Zoro couldn't look into Sanji's eyes. Sanji was also blushing. Still, he quickly recovered himself and looked at Zoro. It had not hardened again. He had only stumbled upon an alpha's rut so far, and he could tell it wasn't the same. This showed how injured Zoro was. He couldn't harden himself with a blow job because of the suppressants he took. That's why:

“Would you like something to eat?” "I am not hungry." "But-" “I'll eat later. Now leave me alone.” "No."

Zoro turned to him:

“HUH?” “I will stay with you all the rut.” “Oh…” "Yes. So if you're tired, let's get some sleep." “I sleep in the corner. You get the futon." "Stupid. I said let's sleep the way we sleep on the nest." "Really?" "Yes." "Well…"

So Zoro lay on the futon with his back turned. His lower body was still bare, but he didn't care because of the rut. Sanji didn't care either and he hugged him from behind and fell asleep.

*** A few hours later, in the morning, Sanji awoke to Zoro's movements.

“Zoro?” “Oh~~ Fuck! Did I wake you? I didn't want. I will handle it. Oh~ you can sleep. Your scent is enough.”

Sanji rolled his eyes and started to slide down the futon. Slowly, he pulled up Zoro's shirt and began to place kisses on the swordsman's exposed waist.

“Idiot. I told you. I am here to help.” “Oh cook~~”

He found Zoro's hands with his hands as he continued to kiss. He pulled them off his penis.

"You don't have to do anything, Marimo." “Oh~” “Do you want me to continue, Zoro-kun?” “YES!” “Good boy~”

So Sanji grabbed Zoro's penis with his hands. While playing with the tip of his penis with his right hand, he was making rubbing with his left hand and licking Zoro's waist at the same time. Zoro was dizzy with all this attention. He covered his mouth with his hand so as not to shout with pleasure. Sanji smiled at that. Zoro was really cute.

“Zoro~”

He whispered sexily.

“Are you enjoying this~?”

He pressed his hands a little harder.

“Or should I pay a little attention to these?”

He took his right hand from the tip of his penis and directed it towards the balls. He fully grasped Zoro's right ball and started playing with his fingertips. Zoro shuddered at this movement and started squeezing the futon with his free hand.

“It was a very good reaction. I love it, but this time I won't let you come easily. Look at that pathetic penis. How is it leaking?"

Sanji got up. So Zoro gets into the supine position:

“Cook?” “Stay that way, Zoro-kun. And never cum! Did you understand?" “Y-yes.” “This time I want attention too.”

Sanji took off his pants and underwear. Zoro liked the sight he saw. When he is about to hold his penis with his hand:

“What did I say! You will not cum, Zoro-kun. Which means you won't be playing with it!”

At Sanji's orders, Zoro gave up. Sanji came to Zoro with a smile too.

"Now let's get rid of those in our way, shall we?"

He took off Zoro's shirt, then his own. He placed a few pillows behind Zoro and placed him in the swordsman's half-sitting position. Then he sat on Zoro's lap and immediately grabbed the leaking penis with his right hand.

“Do you like looking at me while I am paying attention to your cock Zoro~~?”

Zoro was about to lose his mind. That was too much.

“Y-Yes!”

Sanji grinned and licked Zoro's chin.

“Who would have guessed that you could smell so good?” “S-Sanji~” “Marimo~”

Sanji started to speed up his hand. With his free hand, he began to play with the nipple. Zoro couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Sanji's head and started kissing him. Sanji was surprised, yet he didn't resist. On the contrary, he quit his other jobs to put everything into that kiss. He settled into Zoro's lap. In this way, their penises started rubbing against each other, and eventually, Sanji got hard too. Zoro was such a good kisser. Sanji surrendered himself to his control. He wraps his arms around Zoro's neck. Zoro grabbed him by the waist. They set a rhythm with their tongues and their bodies accompanied this rhythm. With each movement, the penises were rubbing against each other, which made them even hornier. Zoro was close. Knowing this, Sanji stopped kissing.

“Bring your hand, Marimo.”

He took his hand and brought it to the penises. They started to rub together. Zoro threw his head back in pleasure. Sanji was feeling well enough too. He opened his mouth to speed things up a bit. And he made his saliva fall on the penises. With the wetness, the movements got a little easier. They acted in harmony. After a while, Zoro came along and threw himself on the pillows, exhausted. Since Sanji hadn't cum yet, he got up and went to Zoro's bedside.

“I still haven't cum Zoro-kun. Make me!”

Zoro then brought his head closer to Sanji's penis. He wet the tip with his tongue. Then he took it straight into his mouth. Sanji didn't expect it to be so sudden. Still, he let Zoro. He was a little taken aback because Zoro knew what he was doing. It made him feel good. If he could keep that up, it wouldn't be long before he cum.

"Oh, Zoro~ you are so good~"

Zoro took Sanji's penis completely in his mouth in response. Wet erotic voices could be heard very clearly and Sanji's moans… If Zoro weren't tired and injured, that voice would have turned him on again. As soon as Zoro realized that Sanji was coming, he grabbed Sanji's hips and pressed himself against him, and took all the sperms. As Sanji pulled back, he swallowed it while looking into his eyes as well, referring to him.

“They were just as delicious as your meals.” “Shut up! Hahaha!"

He slammed a pillow in Zoro's face.

“Are you going to eat now?” "I'm too tired. I don't think I can get up." “I will feed you. I am a cook. It is my job.” “Oh… Really?”

As Sanji cleans up their sleeping place as much as possible:

“Wipe that grin off your face, Marimo. I see you're a little more yourself today." “Well… Rut gets intense the first day and last day.” "Three days?" “Yeah. The second day is when I'm most comfortable. The first is the hardest.” “Hmm…” “What about your heat?” “Usually four days. The first two days are more intense, the next two days are more relaxed.” “Isn't it similar?” "Yeah, but that's not your full rut performance, is it?" "No. But I'm not considered to have had too many ruts." "Really? But you seem more experienced than I thought.”

By this time he had finished cleaning and started preparing the meals.

“I am experienced. in sex. Out of rut. I do not like my position in Rut.” “Hm… Yes, you said so yesterday.” "Yes. What are you preparing?" “I'm going a little too easy. Heating ramen." "I thought you would make a fancy meal." “I'm tired too, Zoro-kun.” “By the way, why did you want to help?” "We'll talk about that later." “You were angry yesterday.” “I still am. Just less.” “I don't regret it.” "I know." “I would do it again.” "I know."

Sanji brought the food and water.

"Eat." "I-" "Shut up. Later." "I am glad it was me." "Later!"

Zoro then fell silent and they ate together. They slept again, but this time it was Sanji who turned his back. Zoro fell asleep, breathing in Sanji's scent.

Zoro slept for the rest of that day. Sanji woke up every few hours and made him drink his water and wiped his sweaty forehead.

*** The next morning, Zoro woke up feeling hot and turned to see Sanji sleeping on his arm. Sanji hadn't dressed them again. Zoro knew very well that he shouldn't do anything to a sleeping person, but the rut was confusing him. That's why he pulled his arm from under Sanji and got up. He didn't know if it was the room or himself, it was too hot. He looked at the things the others had prepared for him. There were lots of condoms. There was even one fleshlight, but Zoro had never been fond of toys. There was what he needed. Lube He poured a little on his hand and started stroking his penis. Meanwhile, he tried to focus on Sanji's scent in the room.

“Fuck… Sanji~ oh~~”

Sanji had never been a deep sleeper. That's why he had already woken up to Zoro's voice.

"Didn't you learn anything from yesterday, Marimo?" "I…"

Sanji got up and walked over to Zoro. Zoro leaned back in the corner of the room.

“Zoro-kun. I am here to help. Ask me!” “Cook~~” “Well, let's first call my name!” “S-Sanji~~” “You are such a good boy. Now the other thing?” “I want you Sanji!” “How?” “I want to feel your insides.”

Sanji smiled and walked towards Zoro's lap.

“Prepare me.”

So Zoro took the lube again and poured it on his fingers. He brought Sanji a little closer to himself. He slowly licked his stomach and thrust one of his fingers into the hole. Sanji was feeling hot. He got hard.

“You like this cook?” “Shut up~ I am the one who is in charge.” “You sure are~ you are so beautiful cook~”

Sanji hid his face by hugging Zoro's head as he was embarrassed by the compliment. Zoro took the opportunity to get closer and added a second finger. That was the best part about having sex with Omegas. Thanks to their secretion system, they were prepared very easily. He immediately added the third finger. When he thought he was ready enough, he pulled his fingers:

“Is that enough, cook?”

Instead of answering, Sanji sat on Zoro's lap. First, he rubbed some of his legs against Zoro's penis. At this reaction, Zoro moaned deeply.

"Cook~~ Don't tease~~"

If Sanji hadn't been so horny, he would definitely have continued. He immediately slipped the condom which Zoro wasn't sure when he took it, onto his penis. Then he pretended to stand up slightly, positioned Zoro's penis in his hole, and slowly took him.

“Ahhh Cook~~Feels so~~ Good~” “Yes! You are~~ Gosh Zoro!~”

When he was completely inside, Zoro first hugged him, and then they started kissing again. Meanwhile, Sanji was shaking his hips slightly. Every move made Zoro hornier. Still, he did not go unanswered. On the one hand, he started to play with Sanji's nipples. They both stopped kissing when they got to the point where they couldn't take it anymore. They were out of breath. Zoro started to grab him by the waist. Sanji starts jumping slowly but rhythmically on Zoro's lap. Zoro was enchanted by the sound and the feeling Sanji gave each sitting. Sanji, on the other hand, was already accustomed to the feeling of fullness immediately, acting as if he could not live without it. They were both so full of pleasure that they couldn't even speak a sentence. Their moans mixed.

“Cum! Cum inside!~~ Zoro~~ Please fill me!”

Zoro then started making Sanji jump on his own. Harder, faster… And he hugged him to his climax.

“Ahhhh~~” “Oh, Zoro~~”

While Zoro filled the condom inside Sanji, Sanji painted Zoro's chest with his semen. Sanji then got up slowly, but after the previous sex, he hadn't quite regained his balance. When he was about to fall, Zoro grabbed him.

“Fuck cook! It was amazing.” “Yeah.”

At that moment, Sanji's eye was on the condom. He pulled the condom from Zoro and tied it in a knot and tossed it aside. Then he took Zoro's penis into his mouth.

“Sanji!” “Cleaning and one round isn't enough.” "Don't! I don't think I can sit still. Not enough energy.” “I will ride you.”

So Sanji looked at Zoro's penis as it hardened again.

“You can wait, right Zoro-kun?” “Sanji~”

Sanji could see Zoro struggling. So he immediately brought futon pillows and made Zoro half-sitting, half-lying. And he got onto his lap. He used the second condom. But he didn't do what he just did. Now he started sucking on Zoro's nipples. With that, Zoro was both relieved and even much hornier. Sanji sucked on Zoro's nipples until they were red and slightly swollen.

“Do you like your work, cook?” “So much! Now for the main dish~”

Sanji didn't need to prepare With a sudden movement, he completely took Zoro inside of him.

“FUCK COOK!~ not so fast~ “But I want it fast!”

Indeed, he could only quickly extinguish his current fire. It was hard and fast, and he started to ride him.

“Ahhh Zoro~~ So big~~ So full~~ I can feel you so well!~” "Sanji!~ Not so fast~ I-I c-can't...~" “Cum! Cum for me! Please Zoro! Shoot it inside me!”

After Sanji ride him a few more times, the two of them reached orgasm at the same time. Sanji's sperm even landed on Zoro's face. Zoro's sperm-filled another condom. Sanji fell on Zoro's legs in delight and exhaustion. Meanwhile, Zoro's penis came out of him.

“Fuck Zoro. This… This was the best.” “Yeah.”

They were both very tired and fell asleep just like that.

//////Finish of Sexual Content///////

*** Sanji got up after about an hour. He got Zoro to drink again, as he did yesterday and changed his bandages. Zoro's rut was almost over. So he cleaned Zoro as much as possible and dressed him in his clothes. The swordsman must have been so tired that he didn't wake up to all this. Then he got dressed and went out.

He ran into Luffy outside.

“Oh, Sanji!” "Hey, Luffy." “How did it go?”

Sanji blushed. Luffy didn't need to ask that. Everything was clear from Sanji's scent.

“Shishishi okay I won't ask. Why did you come out? Is it over?” "Almost. I was going to prepare clean clothes. Like this…" “Robin has it ready.” "Does she know?" “Shishishi that is Robin.” “Yeah… I'll get them then.”

Sanji went to Sunny. Strangely, no one was there. Indeed, as Luffy said, he and Zoro had clean clothes on their beds. Just when he was going to get them:

“Are you going to take a bath in the castle?” “Fuck! ROBIN-CHAN?! You scared me!” “I am sorry Cook-san. Wasn't planning to.” “It is okay.” “So?” “Yeah. I was planning that.” “You can shower here. We can give some time to you guys.” "Everyone knows, don't they?" “They do. But you wouldn't be able to hide it Sanji." “Scent?” “Yeah. All over you.” “Okay then. I will bring him here.” “Good.”

After talking to Robin, he left the clothes in the bathroom and came back. He checked Zoro, and looked good.

“Oi Marimo-kun! You need to eat.”

Zoro groaned and woke up.

“What?” “Eat.”

Zoro began to eat. He went back to bed after he was full. Sanji lay next to him

*** A few hours later, Zoro woke him up.

“Cook!” “What?” “My rut is over.” “Oh. Then let's go to take a shower."

When Zoro is startled, Sanji says:

“What?” “They know?” “Yeah… They prepared a shower and clothes for us.” “Oh…” “Yeah… Anyway, can you walk?” “Yes. I am not fragile, shitty cook.” “I am not saying you are. I am saying you are injured.”

Sanji stood up and extended his hand to Zoro. Zoro stood up, holding him. As Sanji is about to leave:

“Cook!” “Yeah?” “Thank you.” “Whatever. It is not a big deal. I am glad you are okay.” “Yeah. Me too”

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