#also in an earlier scene he stops a little girl from messing around in the rubble and tells her so gently

[panharmonium]

“phew...i managed to keep them happy.”

[cloudzoro]

Pumpkin | Roronoa Zoro ♡

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genre: smut with a little bit of plot (minors dni)

pairings: roronoa zoro x fem reader

wc: 8.4k words

cw: mutual pining, idiots to lovers, reader gets hit on in a bar multiple times, zoros feelings are all over the place bc he's a mess, monster cock!zoro, unprotected sex, soft zoro </3, marking, bad flirting

masterlist here

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You have feelings for Zoro and you know it, Zoro has feelings for you and doesn't know it. Everyone is collectively sick of your shit. It isn't until you get hit on in a bar and Zoro has to step in that he realises how deep his feelings for you run.

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If you squeeze that glass any harder, it's gonna shatter,” says Nami, nodding at the glass of beer Zoro holds in his hand. Zoro waves her off, sparing her a glance just to glare at her before focusing on the cause of his irritation. You're standing at the bar of the dingy lounge, talking to Sanji and the random guy who's been showing you around the new island the strawhats had docked up at. The place isn't too busy, so he can see you without looking past a crowd. Unfortunately, he can also see the new guy you've met. The guy is interested in you, leaning in to talk to you, which gives Zoro a nasty feeling in his chest. He chalks it up to being protective; he doesn't like how the man looks at you. For once, Zoro is actually grateful for Sanji's presence. The tall cook at your side, looking as enraged as Zoro feels, is intimidating to the guy who backs up a little.

“Your girl’s talking to other men. If I were you, I'd kill the guy,” says Usopp, and Zoro rolls his eyes. He is not even bothering to answer. You're not his girl. You're just friends. Zoro isn't even sure he's capable of falling in love. You step back from the guy, clearly uncomfortable, and Zoro starts to see red. It isn't until Chopper and Usopp reach out to grab him that he realises he's even stood up. Ready to jump into action. “Don't make a scene; I'm really not in the mood for a fight,” says Usopp, trying his best to push Zoro back into his seat.

When his eyes focus back on where you're standing at the bar, Zoro sees that Sanji has stepped in and told the man off. You're safe now. The man had run away with his tail between his legs, but the bitter taste in his mouth is still there. He watches intently as you walk back to the table where the strawhats are sitting, with Sanji in tow and drinks in hand. You set another glass in front of him, and just as you walk away to sit on the other side of the table, he pats the seat next to him. You raise an eyebrow at his request, his un-Zoro-like behaviour startling you.

“Just don't wanna sit next to the dumb cook”, he grumbles, looking down at the table instead of at you. You nod and slide into the chair next to him. Now that he can feel your presence next to him, he feels the weight lift from his shoulders.

“So y/n, what happened?” asks Nami, always a fan of gossip. You go to answer, but you're immediately stopped by Sanji, who butts in with his own account.

“That horrible ugly man was trying to steal our precious y/n away for his crew. As if she'd ever leave us.” he huffs out. Luffy laughs at how idiotic the idea of you leaving would be. Zoro doesn’t speak as he watches you sip your drink and roll your eyes at Sanji’s dramatics.

“That loser was just hitting on me,” you say, trying to play it down to get the attention off of you. Despite first appearing extroverted, you aren’t too keen on attention being on you. It's one of the reasons Zoro gels with you much better than some of his other crewmates. Once the conversation switches from the almost bar fight to whatever crazy made-up story Usopp tells, you lean into Zoro’s side to speak quietly in his ear. “I saw you stand up earlier; you looked like you were gonna kill him. Thank you, even if you were held back,” you say, laughing at how ridiculous he looked. Your thanks are sincere, even if you still tease him for it. Zoro has been a silent protector for you since you joined the crew. Everyone knows you’re in his top three Straw hats, alongside Luffy and Chopper. As much as he tries to convince himself that you’re tied with your captain, you’re number one and almost pulling a lead. It's clear to the rest of the crew that the only people in the world who can’t see how you feel are you and Zoro. Zoro offers you an amused smirk, close to a smile but not quite, and raises his glass. You do the same, clinking your glasses and continuing with your drink. You re-enter the conversation, talking animatedly with Nami and Usopp, but Zoro is more than happy to sit back and watch his family in a rare moment of peace. He only speaks whenever Sanji makes a comment that riles him up.

Luffy and Usopp are terrible influences on you. Your captain and sharpshooter like to have fun, which often includes dragging you into their shenanigans. They’re always making terrible drinking games and challenges, egged on by Brook and Franky. You, not one to back down from a challenge, always end up joining them. You’ve put more alcohol away in one night than you have in the last month, and when it's time to leave, Zoro and Robin take it upon themselves to support you as you can barely stand up by yourself. You sway as the fresh air hits you harder than expected. You almost let go of Robin completely as you lean into Zoro. You mumble something about not wanting to walk anymore, and Zoro sighs, signalling Robin to carry on ahead. He crouches down and tells you to hop on his back. You do so, settling yourself and pressing your face into his neck. He hears you mumble a thanks into his skin before passing out.

This isn't the first time one of your crewmates has had to carry you back to the sunny, and it definitely won't be the last. Zoro doesn't mind your weight on him; he brings you to your room, sets you down in your bed, and takes off your shoes and jewellery as carefully as he can before leaving and walking out to the deck.

“One of you ladies should probably go in there just to make sure she doesn’t vomit in her sleep and choke and die”, he says as he walks up to the edge of the ship to look out at the sea. Robin says she’ll stay with you and walks to the girls' bedroom.

“So when will you tell her you’re completely in love with her?” asks Nami, startling him.

“When will you leave me alone so I can enjoy a peaceful night.”

“You’re deflecting.”

“You’re annoying,” he says, unable to defend himself in any other way. Nami sighs and pats his shoulder.

“You need help, dude,” she says condescendingly. Nami has mastered the art of irritating the men aboard the ship; it’s a form of entertainment for her sometimes. “The sooner you tell her you like her, the sooner you can bone, and then maybe you won't be such an uptight freak anymore.” Zoro can tell her own comment tickles her, but before he can spit out a sarcastic response, he is cut off by the voice of his airhead captain.

“Are we talking about Zoro’s y/n kink?” he asks, loudly chewing on the leftovers from earlier’s dinner. Zoro doesn't even dignify that question with a response. He stomps off to the boy’s bedroom and climbs into his hammock. Clearly, he’d only get peace aboard this ship by being unconscious.

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The next day, You wake up with a throbbing in your head, and your stomach turns as you run to the ship bathroom. You empty your stomach of nastiness and head to the kitchen to get some water to drink. Sanji put some food away for you with a little note, and it warms your heart how your boys care for you. You nibble your way through your breakfast and set about looking for where everyone is.

The first person you find is Brook, sitting on a chair and drinking tea. You ask him where everyone is, and he informs you that most of the crew have gone sightseeing in the city at the island's centre. He tells you that Zoro and Usopp are the only people still in the area. Usopp is in his room, recovering from last night, and Zoro is just in front of the sunny, taking advantage of the space to get in a good workout. You decide to go and bother him.

“Hi, Zoro,” you say, approaching him. “Need a sparring partner?” you ask; seeing him shirtless is an excellent motivator. He looks at you in your sweats and tank top and laughs. He knows those are your comfy clothes and just woke up.

“That depends. Are you gonna vomit on me?”

“No”, you get defensive about your weak alcohol tolerance despite having proved your lightweight status regularly. “I don’t even have a real hangover, just a headache” you insist.

“That is a hangover, pumpkin,” he says. Pumpkin isn't a pet name; it's a nickname you were given when you first joined the crew, and almost everyone except Luffy and Robin uses it. Yet it still makes heat rise in your cheeks when Zoro uses it. It sounds different coming from him than it does coming from someone like Franky.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” If you keep pestering him, he’ll give in eventually.

“Fine, but I'm not going easy on you”, he says, enjoying how defensive you get at any insinuation of weakness.

“I’d be insulted if you did.”

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The sparring session ends when Zoro pins you down on your back for the fifth time.

“You’re getting better at close combat. It took me a lot longer to knock you down this time,” he says. They’re simple words of encouragement, but they make your stomach feel funny. When you catch your breath, and the adrenaline is out of your system, you realise that he's still on top of you. There's something different in how you look at him now, and you hope he doesn't notice it. You're fully aware of how your feelings for Zoro have changed in recent weeks, but you figure he doesn't feel the same way, so you've kept it to yourself. Zoro isn't the relationship type.

He seems to realise by himself that he's still hovering over you, so he quickly moves himself off you and helps you up. He mutters an apology and walks with you in silence back to the ship. In the silence, all you can think about is the view of a sweaty, shirtless Zoro on top of you. You want the image seared permanently into your brain.

When you return to the sunny, you get washed and changed. While you're in the shower, you can't help the way your fingers wander between your legs, pleasuring yourself with the thought of Zoro clouding your mind. The combination of an orgasm and a shower has refreshed you, and you decide to go into the centre to find Nami and Robin. You pass Brook on the way out, who has now been joined by Usopp.

“Were you showering with your boyfriend?”

The question stops you in your tracks. Boyfriend?.

“I don't have a boyfriend, Brook. What do you mean?” Usopp matches your confused expression, looking between you and Brook

“Are you not dating our swordsman?”

“No, of course I'm not. Why would you think that?!” you ask, exasperated by his audacity. Then it clicks in your head. You remember what you did in the shower that could've tipped him off.

“I heard you saying his name.” As the words leave Brook's mouth, Usopp gasps, finally realising where the confusion has come from. You must not have been quiet enough when touching yourself to the thought of him. Usopp looks completely embarrassed, and you hope he'll keep this secret. He's too ashamed of knowing something intimate about you.

“Nope. You were just imagining things. Anyway, I have to go and find Nami and Robin, so I'll be going now. Bye, guys, see you later,” you yell as you rush off the ship to escape the embarrassing situation as quickly as possible.

You catch up with Nami and Robin pretty fast. They split from the boys a while ago and are about to wander through a local market. They're happy to have you along as company, and Robin makes sure to ask about your hangover. You tell them that you were training with Zoro before coming out, and the mention of the green-haired swordsman makes Nami smirk. You already know how the conversation will go, but it's unavoidable.

“Did you finally tell Zoro how you feel about him?” she asks. You turn to Robin, and she just smiles and shrugs, which is code for ‘I want to know the gossip, but I don't want to seem like I'm not on your side’.

“No, because I've told you a million times that Zoro doesn't think of me that way. We had a training session today, and all he did was make fun of me for being a lightweight.”

“Are you stupid? He carried you home last night,” says Nami.

“Everyone's carried my drunk ass home at least once.”

“He's obsessed with you.” She laughs. “In every way.”

“I think Nami's right”, says Robin, and you feel like you're about to be driven crazy.

“I already told you he doesn't feel the same way. He's had so many opportunities to ask me out, and he's never even hinted at it. He's nice to me because we're close friends. That's it,” you say, frustrated at the topic. “it hurts, though; I really do like him”, you say sombrely.

They're good friends to you and respect your boundaries as much as they love to gossip. They can see you don't want to discuss Zoro anymore, so they change the subject to buying cute clothes. You look around the market for handmade garments by real natives of the area. Learning about other cultures through food and fashion is your favourite part of travelling the world.

When you arrive back on the Sunny, You go straight to the girls' quarters, avoiding Brook and Usopp, and put your bags of clothing away. You lay on your bed and let yourself completely relax into it, allowing the wear and tear of the day to seep out of your body.

Zoro, however, is less relaxed than you. Luffy has been asking him what he talked about with Nami all day. He feels seconds away from punching the over-excited man. He's repeatedly said he's not interested in a relationship and certainly not you. He's insisted time and time again that you two are just friends.

“oooh, how about you go into town with her and spend some alone time?” Before Zoro can interject and ask why, Usopp hurriedly continues. “it could be a good way to have a proper talk and find out how she feels about you.”

Zoro, angered by his friend's persistence, finally responds.

“If it gets you two idiots to shut the fuck up, I'll do it. But it's not because I like her or anything.” He says, getting up and dragging himself inside. He passes the girls’ quarters on his way down, decides to pull up his big boy pants and knocks on the door. When you call to open the door, he pushes it open and sees you relaxing. He insists he doesn't have feelings for you; you’re just close friends, but seeing you dressed down and chilled causes a switch in his brain. He wishes Nami had never said anything the night before, or he wouldn't be second-guessing his feelings towards you. “You wanna come into town tomorrow?” He asks, as straightforward as he always is. You nod and smile at him. He hums in acknowledgement and shuts the door as he walks down to his bed. You know Zoro’s personality, so his response - or lack thereof - doesn’t phase you at all. You let sleep take you as Zoro begins to cloud all your thoughts.

“They’re so into each other it's gross,” says Nami, crossing her arms. “I don't understand why they don’t just fuck and get it other with”

“At least y/n is aware of feelings. Zoro doesn't even know he's in love with her,” adds Robin.

“She’s too good for him; I don’t even know why you’re trying to play cupid with them” growls Sanji.

“They’re so obvious about it that Brook thought they were dating,” says Usopp.

“Yes, she said I was hearing things, but I'm sure I heard her moaning his name”, says Brook before Usopp can even attempt to stop him. Silence falls among the group, and Nami and Robin share a knowing glance. They leave the boys to continue gossiping and go to the girls’ quarter. You don’t open your eyes when the door opens, having heard Nami and Robin’s voices approaching. However, when you feel your mattress dip, you open your eyes to see both women sitting on your bed, smiling at you. While Robin is usually the more mature of the women aboard the ship, she still needs a good laugh now and then, and you can tell that whatever they’re about to say will annoy you. Nami’s Cheshire cat-esque grin proves they’re about to either embarrass or pull you into a scheme.

“so”, Robin starts, clearing her throat.

“We just want to warn you that next time you have a wild sex dream about Zoro, you should moan his name a little quieter,” says Nami, giggling at the look of exasperation on your face. It takes you all of two seconds before you realise that Brook and Usopp snitched on you, and you jump out of bed to confront them.

Brook hears you scream his name and knows you’re about to beat his ass and has the sense to run. Usopp, however, drops to his knees and apologises, hoping to appease you. The scene is entertaining to the rest of the crew, who all chime in about whether or not you should have mercy on Usopp.

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When morning comes around, you wake up and stretch. You spend a little extra time getting ready in the morning. When you leave the ship, Zoro is already waiting for you, leaning against a tree. He lets you take the lead as you walk into the town centre. The market stalls are busy, and you grab onto his shirt so you don't lose him. Zoro usually wouldn’t even bat an eye at the action. You’ve always had a mutual agreement to protect each other, but with the recent stirring feelings he's been forced to acknowledge, he’s hyper-aware of any physical contact between you. He’s taken some money from the ship to buy you food. At first, you don’t talk much, and he just watches you walk from stall to stall. You approach a stall selling jewellery, and Zoro stops behind you. The vendor looks over your shoulder at the man and pushes some chains towards you.

“What about something for your boyfriend?” she asks, and, to Zoro’s surprise, you don't correct the lady. You just nod and pick up a chain, turning to Zoro and signalling him to put it on. You don’t do it with ulterior motives; you just like buying your crewmates gifts. Maybe you didn’t correct the vendor when she called him your boyfriend to feed your secret crush, but he didn't correct her either, so no harm is done. When Zoro puts on the chain, he raises his eyebrow and asks what you think, and then he keeps it on as you pay the vendor. He still doesn't believe you have feelings for him or vice versa, so he thinks of the gift as a friendly gesture. You, however, keep getting distracted by thoughts of the chain you bought for him dangling over your face as he fucks you. He says something to you, and you have to ask him to repeat himself so you can focus on what he’s saying this time.

“We should go to that bar over there”, he suggests, pointing across the market to the bar you had been to a few nights before. You agree and follow him. You both decide to sit at the bar and get a drink each. Usually, small talk flows between you and Zoro naturally, but things seem awkward. You don’t know what's wrong with Zoro, but you’ve never seen him flounder like this. He excuses himself to the bathroom, and after he leaves, another man slides onto the seat next to you. You’re not interested, so you try to ignore his presence, and then he attempts to talk to you.

“You’re not from around here, are you? You stick out like a sore thumb,” he says, and before you can respond, he just keeps going. “I don’t mean that in a bad way, of course. You’re beautiful. What’d you say, I'll show you around?” You’d already been shown around when you first arrived on the island.

“I'm here with my boyfriend; he just went to the bathroom,” you say, hoping the guy will take the hint and leave. He doesn't and just continues to talk about himself and pitch himself as a potential partner to you. When Zoro exits the bathroom and sees the man speaking to you, he feels bile rise in his throat. You make eye contact as he approaches the bar, and your expression immediately shifts into a smile.

“Hi, babe.” The words shock him, and it takes him a second to process, but when he puts two and two together, he immediately helps you out by taking a step closer to you, so now he's stood directly behind you as you sit on the stool facing the strange man who’s approached you. He puffs out his chest and rolls his shoulders back to show off a little.

“Who’s this guy? Is he bothering you?” he asks. The role of a protective boyfriend comes naturally to him. You look up at him and nod, placing your drink on its coaster and backing up against him. His hand settles on your hip, and he internally panics about possibly going too far.

“I think we should go,” you say, grabbing his hand and turning to leave the bar. He feels that letting that loser stay in the bar and potentially harass other women while you have to leave the bar early isn't much of a punishment, so he grabs the guy by his shirt. You weren't expecting a bar fight immediately, but this is Zoro, so you take a step back and get ready to back him up if he needs it.

“You should go too; if I catch you anywhere near her, I will kill you. If I come here again and you're here, I will kill you,” he says, his other hand secured around one of his swords, and then he lets the man go. He hurries past you and out the door. When Zoro looks back at you, you’re smiling at him, and it shocks his system that you aren't even a little bit scared of him. He’s incapable of looking anywhere but you, but he knows the other patrons in the bar are watching him warily in fear. Not you, though. Your eyes are filled with something he’d never imagined to be directed at him: awe and respect. In that moment, he finally makes peace with the fact that maybe he likes you as more than just a crewmate.

“Thank you,” you say as you leave the bar. It seems like you’re always thanking him for something.

“Don’t mention it”, he says, brushing it off and focusing back on the market stalls. You pick up a few more gifts on the way home. Zoro accepts his feelings for you quickly, but now he has to figure out many other issues. Do you like him back? Is it possible for someone like him to pursue a relationship? Is he even worthy of your love? You linger on his mind when he returns to the men's quarters that night.

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You had spent the afternoon with the rest of the crew planning your next destination. When night finally fell, you had decided to stay out a little longer, chatting to the remaining crewmates who hadn’t gone to bed yet. When you get tired, you get up to go to bed, and Jinbe and Sanji thank you for their gifts and bid you goodnight. When you return to your room, Nami and Robin are waiting for you. You know they’re about to grill you for details about your day with Zoro.

“So, how did it go with Zoro?” asks Nami as you sit on the edge of your bed. 

“It was fun. A guy hit on me in a bar, and he pretended to be my boyfriend and then threatened to kill him. Poor guy almost pissed his pants,” you say, laughing at the memory of the terrified look on the man's face.

“And you still don’t believe he’s in love with you?” she says.

“He would’ve done the same thing for either of you,” you say in defence of yourself.

“Maybe he would’ve threatened the guy, but he would never have pretended to be my boyfriend,” says Robin. You sigh and throw yourself against the mattress.

“Why are you so resistant to the idea that he might like you back?” Robin asks. “Maybe some romance would do you good.”

“Robin’s right. You two are perfect for each other. He’s an emotionally constipated loser with no social skills, and you’re an emotionally constipated loser with slightly more social skills.” Nami has gotten up from her bed and is kneeling beside you, leaning over your face.

“That was mean”, you pout, looking up at her. “I’m not a loser.”

“But you do suck at emotions.” 

“It’s not that. I just don’t see why he would be interested in me,” you say, finally admitting what has been bothering you since you first developed feelings for him. The mattress on the other side of you dips, signalling Robin has joined the two of you. 

“Y/n sweetheart, you’re smart, funny, and beautiful. There’s no reason Zoro wouldn’t like you,” she says, reaching out a hand to pet your head.”We’re telling you he likes you, but he's probably having thoughts similar to yours.” Robin is always a source of comfort for you, so you appreciate her words.

“Yeah, and your boyfriend is dumb as rocks, so you have to tell him,” Says Nami. You groan at Nami’s word choice.

“Whatever, I think we should go to bed”, you huff, closing your eyes in protest. Name and Robin give each other an amused look and get off of your bed. You drift off to sleep, trying to push the topic of Zoro to the back of your mind.

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You’re in the shower the next morning; it's your final day on the island, and you’ll celebrate at a restaurant later in the evening. You think over your conversation with Nami and Robin, and you figure there’s a possibility they're right. Before confessing to him, you decide to test the waters first and see if Zoro has feelings for you. You’re not the best at flirting, but you decide you’re going to try to hint it to him. After your shower, when you’re all changed into your outfit for the day, you go to the dining area for breakfast. When you enter the room, Sanji is bustling about in the kitchen, and Nami, Zoro, and Luffy are sitting around the table, waiting for food.

“Morning, Sanji” you call. The cook immediately turns around at the sound of your voice. “Think you can add an extra portion?”

“Of course, Pumpkin! Please take a seat,” he calls back, and you follow his instructions, taking the empty seat next to Zoro.

“Morning Pumpkin”, greet Nami and Zoro as Luffy greets you with your real name instead of the nickname. You cheerfully bid them a good morning and shuffle your chair closer to Zoro’s, who doesn't seem to notice until your knees touch under the table and he looks at you. You know you have feelings for him, but you're still thrown off by the way simply making contact with him causes you to feel butterflies. Sanji brings out the food, grinning at the instant praise he gets. He then retreats to the kitchen, knowing the rest of the crew will be awake soon.

“Food looks good,” you say to Zoro before shovelling it into your mouth. By the time you’ve finished only one bite, Luffy has cleared his whole plate and is whining at Sanji for another portion. “I can never understand how he puts away food like that.”

“It's pretty easy; I can’t do it as fast as he can, but I'm still pretty good at eating”, he says, noting his ability to demolish a plate of food in seconds.

“You can do a lot with your mouth”, you respond as his cheeks flush red and he freezes. You had initially meant his third sword, and it hadn’t crossed your mind that your response could be flirting. You fear you’ve made him uncomfortable as he’s never responded like this to flirtation before, and you quickly start to reassure him of what you actually meant.

“I didn’t mean it inappropriately; I just meant about your sword skills. Y’know, like your third sword thing. I wasn't talking about anything sex-related. I'm also not saying you’d be bad at it, and I'm sure you're great at oral-” You stop yourself before your rambling gets you in even more trouble. You and Zoro stare at each other for a second before silently turning back to your plates and continuing to eat your breakfast. You know Nami heard your entire conversation, even over Luffy's yelling, but she doesn't say anything to you for the rest of the day, which you’re grateful for. You spend most of your day talking to your crewmates on the ship. You accidentally fluster Zoro multiple times throughout the day. Not even attempts at flirting are causing his reactions, it's other interactions that could have way more suggestive meanings. He knows you don't mean them inappropriately; however, with the way your relationship has been changing lately, Zoro can't help but interpret them differently. At first, when he’s arguing with Sanji over their appearances, you compliment his physique, and he seems to shut down at your words completely. The second and final chance you get is when Chopper accidentally calls Zoro dad, and the whole team bursts out laughing, swordsman included. Through his tears, Usopp asks who the mum is, and without hesitation, Sanji and Nami both point at you. Everyone except you and Zoro laughs even harder. Poor Chopper is extremely embarrassed but only further proves everyone's point by crying about it to you.

“Y/N!. Everyone’s laughing at me. They're all so mean.” he cries, hugging at your legs. You lean down to his height and wipe some of his tears. You love Chopper, but you can't help teasing him a little.

“Oh Chopper, it's ok. Why don't you go and ask Daddy if he'll beat them up for you?” Chopper huffs and storms over to Zoro. Zoro barely responds to the reindeer, too focused on the fact that you'd just called him daddy. He breaks eye contact with you to pat the reindeer on the shoulder and threaten the rest of the crew into quieting their laughter. It only half works as multiple crewmates are still snickering under their breaths. Satisfied with the results of Zoro’s threat, Chopper sits next to Zoro. You think that all three of your unsuccessful attempts at flirting - even if they were unintentional - made him uncomfortable and decide that you'll apologise to him later when he's not surrounded by people. You excuse yourself to your room, saying that you'll start getting ready early. It's a perfect way to avoid Zoro without people getting suspicious.

You're in the middle of getting ready when the other girls enter the room. Nami and Robin both start comparing their wardrobe to the dress you have lying on the bed. When they decide on the dresses they want to wear, you get ready with casual chatter. Neither of them mention your green-haired problem. You try not to show your dejected mood.

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Zoro isn't as lucky as you. You're all the other men want to talk about as they get ready.

“I can't believe Pumpkin has been flirting with you all day. What do you have that I don't?” growls Sanji. Zoro would usually start listing off a bunch of traits, but his response this time baffles Sanji.

“She's been flirting with me?” he says. Sanji almost falls to his knees in pure annoyance.

“You're usually pretty observant, especially with her. Have you really not noticed?” asks Usopp. It finally all clicks in Zoro’s head, and he suddenly feels like he's going to throw up. You actually might reciprocate his feelings.

“I just thought she was teasing me”, Zoro says. You're no stranger to winding him up. His temper makes him an easy target for jokes.

“She called you my dad and then acted like my mum. She already thinks you're together,” says Chopper, heart secretly pounding at the thought of the two of you actually getting together.

“and I don't think she was just playing along with the joke”, adds Jinbe. “she looked very sincere.”

Zoro listens in silence, not having the energy to argue with six men as they recount your behaviour. Sanji points out how you had interrupted their fight to compliment Zoro specifically, and Luffy recalls your comment to him at the breakfast table, which makes everyone who wasn't there gasp. You've always been a jokester, but never have you gone out of your way to fluster someone like this.

“You need to tell her how you feel, " says Franky, the only one Zoro is even thinking of listening to on romance, considering he pulled Robin of all people. “Women like vulnerability and manly emotions. You've just got to be upfront and tell her you like her. Pumpkin is special; don't lose her,” he says, offering Zoro a thumbs up. Zoro just sighs and leaves the room.

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You finish getting ready and turn around to show off to Nami and Robin, who are more than happy to hype you up. Getting ready and chatting with your best friends always makes you feel better. They look equally hot, which you're not shy about telling them. When the three of you finally head out to the deck, all the guys are already there. You hear a few wolf whistles, Jinbe politely compliments, and Sanji stares at the three of you with tears in his eyes. Zoro, however, avoids looking at you until you're directly in front of him. His eyes flicker down your body, and you instinctively follow suit, checking for imperfections in your outfit.

“You look nice,” He says; it sounds like he's forcing out the words, but you thank him for the compliment regardless. The tension is thick, and you don't think you'll even make it through dinner without talking it through first. Once everyone is ready to go, you say something before it's too late.

“Can we talk first? I just want to sort this out,” you say, and he nods despite looking puzzled. “You guys go on! Zoro and I need to talk,” you call as everyone starts to leave the ship. They all immediately agree and walk away with smug, knowing smiles.

Now that it's just you and Zoro, you're still trying to figure out what to say. You look down at your hands, desperate to avoid eye contact, and search your mind for how to begin your apology speech.

“So, Y/n, what did you want to talk about?” he asks, prompting you to start. Zorosing your real name instead of your crew-appointed nickname startles you, and you finally look up at him. Zoro’s always been a scary figure to the public, but this is the first time you're feeling shaken by his presence.

“I just want to apologise for making you uncomfortable.” you stutter your way through your first sentence, and even more confusion washes over Zoro’s face. “It was completely unintentional, but I still accidentally flirted with you. I really like you, and sometimes, I say mildly inappropriate things on instinct. And I'm sorry if anything I did today made you feel bad. I'm also sorry for admitting I like you when you definitely don't like me back. Why would a man like you want me? Anyway, that's beside the point. I just wanted to say sorry so that we don't have to sit through dinner with this awkward tension I've created.” you say, taking a deep breath as you prepare yourself for his response. He takes a minute to take in everything you said to him, and you hope you didn't make it worse.

“Okay, first question. What made you think I was uncomfortable? I froze up because you flustered me, which you wouldn't have been able to do if I didn't like you." Your mind doesn't even register the initial question; you can only focus on the last half of his sentence. You don't know how to respond, being completely shocked. He continues, unbothered. “Second question, who says I don't like back? Why wouldn't I like you?”

“That's two questions.”

“don't deflect, baby” He takes another step towards you, hesitantly resting his hands on your hips. “look, I hate sugarcoating shit. I like you. The rest of this insane crew has been bugging me for days about coming clean. I like everything about you. How could you think a woman like you isn't enough for a demon?” You both probably look like idiots, holding each other with bright smiles. He's in your arms, and he does like you back. “Now, do you wanna go to dinner and pretend we didn't confess our love for each other or do you wanna kiss me?”

You don't even verbally respond to his question and lean up to pull him into a deep kiss. He kisses you back with a passion and strength that could only belong to Zoro. He's so sure in his feelings for you that it makes you weak in the knees. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth as his hands move over your body. Big palms smooth and squeeze every part of you they can reach, and you groan against his mouth as he grabs your ass.

“my bed”, you pant as he pulls away from the kiss. “If the others come back, then the girls are way less likely to barge in”, you explain, grabbing his hand and pulling him to your room.

As soon as you walk through the door you turn around to face him and pull him right back down to your mouth. It's easy to get lost in his kisses; they're reassuring you that he likes you and only you. His kisses are intense, and they make you dizzy. Your nails dig into his biceps as he moves his kisses across your jaw and down your neck. You let out a moan that makes him groan against your skin.

“Been waiting for this for so long, baby.” his voice has you in a chokehold. You couldn't focus on anything else if you tried.

“me too,” you whimper, moving your hand to his hair and keeping him in place.

“Can I mark you? let everyone see you're mine?” You frantically nod, and Zoro nips at your neck to let you know your response isn't enough. You don't need to be told. You know Zoro well enough to guess he'd want you to be vocal.

“yes, please.”

With your confirmation, he attaches his mouth back to your neck as he slowly backs you up towards your bed. His teeth anchor him as he sucks on the skin, marking it so everyone knows you’re taken. When he's finished, he trails his mouth back up to your lips and presses a soft kiss to your lips. He pulls back to take another look at you, and he feels whatever coils control his emotions tighten. You look beyond fucked out, and he's barely even touched you. You're staring up at him in awe and desperation, and he can't believe what he's seeing. He thanks every deity he doesn't even believe in that you're in front of him, looking the way you do. The way your eyes shine with love and respect makes him feel funny inside, and he needs to voice it so he doesn't explode.

“You're so beautiful”, he whispers, kissing you again. “You're too good for me” He adds. You protest but are once again cut off by his lips. His fingers find the bottom of your dress, and he looks you over again. “You look so good in this. Do a twirl for me?” when you oblige and give him a full three-sixty view of the dress, he whistles lowly. He gives you one last request to take the dress off for him while he sits down on your bed.

“Can you start me off? I can't reach my zipper,” You ask, turning around. Without a word, Zoro tugs the zip down your back, and you hear him hiss slightly at the sight of your bare skin. You face him again and slowly push your dress down your body, trying to be as seductive as possible. The satisfied smile on Zoro's face tells you you're doing a good job. You unclip your bra, and his eyes greedily take in the newly exposed skin. He's practically salivating in anticipation but remains in his seat and lets you finish. He audibly moans as you turn around and bend over, slowly pulling your underwear down your legs. You kick off your shoes and approach Zoro as he takes off his shirt so you don't have to be alone in your nakedness.

He lies back against your mattress, beckoning you to join him. You climb on top of him, pressing a kiss to his lips before trailing your lips across his chest and down his abs, stopping at his waistband. Your hands are shaky and desperate in their attempt to unbutton his trousers, but you do and follow it by yanking them down and exposing his cock.

He's big. That much was evident to anyone who looked at him, but you never expected it to be as big as it is. It clearly shows on your face as Zoro runs his hand through your hair.

“Don't take more than you can” he says as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock. As soon as you wrap your lips around him, he feels like he's about to burst, and he immediately uses his grip on your hair to stop you. “on second thought, if you suck me off right now, I won't last very long. C'mere,” he says, pulling you up his body. “Let me get you ready for me. Sit on my face, pretty girl,” he says, trying to help you get situated above his face.

“Are you sure?” You ask, hesitant to lower yourself at all. Insecurity creeps in on you as you think about the possibility that he might not like the way you taste or you might crush him. He growls at the question, almost considering it an insult, before he realises that you need reassurance.

“Do I sound unsure to you? You better sit that pretty fucking pussy on my face right now,” he says, pulling you down flush against his mouth. His nose nudges at your clit as his tongue explores your dripping hole. You're so disgustingly wet, and Zoro loves it. He's messy with his eating, making obscene noises, so you know just how much he likes your taste. The vulgar slurping of his tongue as he all but makes out with your pussy makes you slightly embarrassed, but it's so sexy how much he enjoys pleasing you. You lose focus quickly, unable to pay attention to anything that isn't your man's glorious tongue. His enthusiasm would've had you toppling over if it wasn't for the grip he has on your thighs. “Grind on my face”, he instructs, with a slap to your ass, and this time you don't waste any time before doing as he says. You're fast approaching your orgasm as you rock against his face, and all you can do is moan his name and reach down to grip his hair. When your first orgasm washes over you, Zoro’s grip on you holds you in place as he licks you through your orgasm. You haven’t had someone else make you cum in so long, and having Zoro there makes you feel more satisfied than you have in a long time. When your hips stop moving and your breath slows down, Zoro slowly moves you off his face and helps you lay against the pillows.

“You feeling ok?” he asks, although the giddy smile on your face and the dazed look in your eyes answer his question before you even open your mouth. The Zoro from a few years ago would’ve laughed at Zoro now, A man with the monicker king of hell giving his entire heart and soul to someone else. You nod at him, giggling as he rolls on top of you. He uses his arms on either side of your face to hold himself up. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you again. You never want to stop kissing him, and he realises this when you don’t let him pull away to speak. The way you cling to him fuels his pride. He gives up on trying to talk and kisses you back. One of his hands squeezes your boob before trailing down the rest of your body and cupping your pussy. He plays with your clit as you make out, working your up again. You try to adjust your hips so that he can slip his fingers inside you, but when he doesn't do that, you groan in frustration. “If you want something, you gotta tell me,” he says, voice dark with lust.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me”, you whine, reaching between your bodies to grasp at his cock. He lets you guide him to your entrance before swatting your hand away. He slides his cock between your folds, gathering your wetness and gives his cock a few pumps to coat it in your juices.

“Are you sure you can take it?” he asks, unable to resist teasing you for a little longer. You let out a bratty whine and writhe beneath him.

“Of course, I can take it” " you insist, despite your worries that you can’t. You’ve never slept with anyone as big as him.

“Atta girl”, he mumbles against your lips before pushing his cock into your hole. “Relax for me, baby”

You try to focus on his lips, kissing and sucking wherever he can reach and relax your body so he can bottom out inside you. He gets three-quarters of the way in before he starts to get impatient. He takes a few shallow thrusts to ease himself the rest of the way in, and the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him tears a feral growl from deep in his chest. You are equally affected, head thrown against the pillows as you moan his name. He rubs at your hips, attempting to soothe you so he can start moving. When you give him the go-ahead, he pulls out most of the way and thrusts back in, slowly picking up the pace as you claw at his back, looking for something to hold onto.

“That's it, hold on tight, baby,” he says, encouraging you to scratch up his skin. You're the perfect fit for him; Your pussy grips him so good that you almost have him believing in fate for a second. He can smell your sweat in the air, and though it should be gross, he buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent even closer. Neither of you speak from this point, and you don’t need to. You’ve both already said you wanted, and now all that's left is the sound of your moans and the way your bodies intertwine. When you pull him against you, tilting his head so that you can attach your lips to his neck and replicate the pretty marks he left on your skin, he almost cums on the spot. He belongs to you as much as you do him. Your legs shake around his waist, and your moans devolve into high-pitched whimpering, signalling your impending orgasm. He's not far behind, so he reaches a hand between you to rub your clit, and you're instantly sent over the edge. Your orgasm crashes down on you as you arch into Zoro's chest as much as you can. Your legs lock around his waist, giving him nowhere to go but over the edge with you. You gush around him with a cry of his name as he groans expletives in your ear. He fills you up with his cum, cock twitching inside you. He doesn’t pull out when he's finished, choosing instead to get comfy on your chest until you calm down. His hands tenderly rub at your tired limbs. When your breathing evens out, he gently pulls his cock out of you, hissing at the loss of warmth. He leans down to press an appreciative kiss to your tummy.

“You’re all mine, yeah?” he asks, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“Always”, you respond, pulling him in to kiss your lips. His hands merely brush against your chest, and he feels himself getting hard again.

“What do you say we go for a round two in the shower?” he asks, playfully nipping at your lower lip.

“I’d like that”, you hum as he scoops you up and heads off towards the bathroom

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The other nine strawhats sit around the table at their booth, eating their meals, when Luffy realises the two of you are still not there.

“Y/N and Zoro aren't back yet”

“If they're not back yet that probably means they're banging” says nami, through a mouthful of food.

“Don't even speak about Pumpkin with that idiot” grumbles Sanji, stabbing at his plate.

“Stop complaining Sanji, it was always gonna be them” says Franky.

“Well, guess we better wait a bit before heading back to the ship” says Luffy, still stuffing his face.

Everyone's been rooting for you two from the beginning.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 . decisions, decisions

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 . link

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 . talks of violence, strong language, abuse of power

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 . finally finished chapter four--enjoy! as always this chapter has also been cross-posted over ao3, so if you prefer to read over there you can.

𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, Keeley had had a penchant for chasing the stray cats of Lorath, herding them towards the heart of the city where the bustle of the market could be found. She had found it humorous–the way the felines would visit each and every stall as if they were interested patrons with coins to spare, and not simply starving animals begging for a scrap; and if they were lucky, both cat and girl would be given a spare piece of stale bread from the day before, with perhaps a piece of meat or fish to go alongside it. Then, once they had finished with their meal, with greasy fingers and the taste of salt on her tongue, Keeley would resume her pursuit of her friends until her mother would call her home just as the sun began to disappear behind the sea line. Those moments had been the fondest of her childhood memories–

Until the incident.

It was on one of these occasions that Keeley had wandered further than she ever had from the familiar cobbled paths that led to and from the market stalls, on the tail of a particularly stubborn tom cat that she had never seen before until that day. He had been a skinny little thing, ribs defined under his patchy gray fur, teeth chipped and yellow as he bared them in a hiss at the young girl; it had only taken one step in his direction for him to turn tail and run down an alleyway with Keeley not far behind. She could not have been older than seven at the time, a waif of a thing with a dirty face and scabbed knees and palms from her many falls; one in particular had occurred earlier that day, leaving her shin a bloodied mess, scarlet flowing once more freely against her ashen skin as she disturbed the shallow wound with her running.

She had gotten distracted by the chase, trying her best to keep the tomcat within sight as she followed his every twist and turn down the back alleys of the city until she no longer recognized her surroundings; deeper and deeper he had taken her, darting over and around obstacles while her clumsy, short legs struggled to keep up. She remembered the ache of her bones, masked under the thrill of the chase and the beating of her heart–the way it had slammed against her chest….

The cat had once more turned a corner, warning yowl sounding off as Keeley watched the gray blur of its body dash out of sight. She had ran faster, not wanting to lose him, the sound of her laughter echoing off the stone walls that flanked them on either side–

Cut off by another yowl.

Keeley remembered stopping, confused and out of breath as she hesitated to continue, listening to the scuffle occurring out of sight. Foolishly, she had stepped forward after a moment, slowly and quietly approaching the corner of the alleyway until she could peer around its edge discreetly; holding in a gasp, the little girl had taken in the scene before her, remaining still and quiet–

Watching as a rabid mutt devoured the dead tomcat.

Its fur had been matted, ribs jutting out, sharp edges under thin skin–a testament to its hunger, same as the way it had desperately tore at the fresh carcass beneath it. The dog had been frothing at the mouth, grunting and growling as it ripped off piece after piece, wolfing it down and licking its bloodied muzzle.

And the tomcat–

It had laid there uselessly, gone from the world, its rib cage torn asunder and the viscera of its organs spilled out across cobbled stone like one of the beautifully vibrant paintings her father peddled at his stall in the market; all the while its murderer gnawed at its bones–sucking off every last bit of meat.

Keeley had not meant to gasp, she could remember that part clearly–that and the blackness of the hunter’s eyes as they looked up and finally acknowledged the young girl’s presence. Body tensed, the rabid mutt had gnashed at her with scarlet stained canines, ready to pounce–

In quite the same fashion, King Aemond now looked at a grown Keeley, who tried her best not to let her cowardice show as she squared her shoulders and uncomfortably cleared her throat, “I was not expecting you, my king.”

“I do not make a habit of asking my servants for permission to see my son,” Aemond replies cooly, his gaze flicking briefly to the gurgling infant in his arms before locking back on Keeley.

“O-Of course, your grace,” the woman stuttered, feeling warmth spread across her face and down to her neck and shoulders. “I simply meant that I would have better prepared the prince for your visit, had I known.”

“That’s of little importance,” the king hummed, his eye flicking over to Ser Draven, who was busy assessing the obvious tension between the wet nurse and his grace. “Ser Draven, I would hear Keeley’s report of my son’s progress–alone. Leave us.”

Alone–a singular word that held the promise of many. There was no telling what the king’s true intention was in sending his son’s sworn protector from the room; though it was quite apparent that it did not bode well for the woman that stood there, stock still, the sound of her name on King Aemond’s lips ringing in her ears as her friend bowed his head tensely:

“As you wish, my king.”

Ser Draven turned to leave, but not before throwing a look of concern in Keeley’s direction, she returned it with a shaky smile of her own, hoping it conveyed some semblance of reassurance as the knight strode out of the room. As the doors to the chamber closed once more, the woman looked down at her hands, clasped in front of her, the skin on her knuckles pulled taunt and white from the force of her grip. She did not look up as she heard the king’s footsteps, fading slightly as he walked a few feet away, speaking quietly to the infant in his arms; Keeley could make out the words well enough to know that they were in a different language, the dialect was smooth and rolled off the Targaryen’s tongue with ease, suggesting years of practice.

Keeley raised her gaze high enough to see the king place the babe gently back into his crib, an unreadable expression on an otherwise trained face as he looked down at his son. For a moment, silence stretched out before the pair, uncomfortable yet welcome, at least for the woman–

She did not know what to say to this man. 

She did not know what he would say to her.

“I had every intention of having my guards drag you back to my chambers last night,” his grace finally spoke, his words like a cascade of icy rain washing over Keeley.

“Your grace?” She frowned, bowing her head once more to look at her hands; she could once more feel his penetrating gaze, and had no desire to meet it. Her heart was like a battering ram, slamming hard and rhythmically against the wall of her chest, she swore that if she only listened close enough she would hear it beating.

“It was bold of you to run,” he continues, a hint of amusement and something else in the tone of his voice. “Foolish but bold.”

“My king, I am-”

Her only defense would be to sow for mercy, however likely it was to come, apparent in the way the king cut her off with his next words:

“Enough–I did not give you leave to speak.”

His words were even and firm, leaving no space for objection as she once more heard his footsteps make their way across the floor–only this time they were towards her. She bid herself not to flinch and cower as his shadow fell over her, his torso came into view, the details of his black leather doublet clear from proximity; from this close up Keeley could make out the finely carved out lines and subtle green tone of the fabric, she could also pick up the faint scent of sandalwood and smoke. The smell tickled her nose pleasingly, and under different circumstances she might find some comfort in it, but it was all too overwhelming as she wilted under the king’s piercing stare.

“Were I a less merciful king, I would have you stripped and hung up by your wrists,” he hummed coldly, stepping around her as he assessed her figure–gaze critical, looking for any sign of faltering weakness; still she kept her gaze from him, practically holding her breath as she waited for him to continue. “I would have you at my mercy, taking your punishment out on your flesh….”

He reached a hand out, fingers reaching under her chin so he could manipulate her head up, maneuvering her eyes slowly to meet his own singular one; he held her there, unblinking, as he spoke once more, “I would have you bleeding and begging–were I a crueler king.”

Keeley shook visibly in his hold, eyes wide and feeling slightly watery as she forced herself to remain as calm as possible, resisting the urge to spurn his touch and once more flee from his presence. Her eyes flicked away from his and over his shoulder, locking on the crib where she could hear the soft noises of her charge, she sucked in a shuddery breath as she willed herself to remain still.

“Instead, I would have your penance in the form of your company,” the Targaryen man smoothed a gloved thumb over the soft arch of her jaw,  once more bringing her back to look at him with surprising gentleness. A small frown curves downward the corner of Keeley’s lips as she looks at him, confused; the man raises his eyebrow expectantly in question, awaiting her response.

“I….I do not understand, your grace,” the wet nurse began, attempting to turn and pull her face away from his touch, he maintains his hold, adding additional pressure to keep her from moving any further; she winces, not from pain but from the nerves, unable to meet his gaze as she awaits his reply.

“Dinner, tonight,” the king hums simply, “you will be there.”

Keeley’s eyes shoot back to his face, widening as she opens her mouth to respond, but he cuts her off before she can utter a sound:

“Or you can take the lashing instead.”

The threat hung in the air between them for several moments, posed as a choice left up to Keeley herself but what choice did she really have? She could of course endure the beating and be done with this whole thing, but something she could not name told her to accept the invitation to break bread with the king, to see where it took her.

“Very well,” she cleared her throat, “if my king commands-”

“He does,” he once more interjected, a pleased smirk curving his bowed lips, gesturing for her to continue.

Blushing, she licked her lips, “then I shall be there–tonight–your grace.”

“Very good,” the pale-haired man hummed in approval. “I shall send someone to collect you when the time comes, for now carry out your duties as you usually would.”

“Your grace,” Keeley bowed, hoping that would be the end of the conversation for now–if only so she could breathe once more.

Yet, the Targaryen man lingered for a moment longer, eyes straying over to the crib where the soft sleeping breaths of his son could be heard before he looked back at Keeley. He hummed, sharp smile on his face as he turned and strided from the room without another word; and it was as the door slammed close once more that Keeley finally released the air from her burning lungs, gasping for proper breath as she pressed a hand to her quivering stomach, panic rising from deep within her–

What was she to do now?

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“𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 has arrived for you,” Rhaena Targaryen greeted her twin as she was let into the Lady of Driftmark’s private solar.

Baela Targaryen stood by the table, looking over some documents and maps from the Velaryon fleet's latest voyage out to sea; they had charted some new territory, thinned out the ranks of a particularly troublesome band of pirates, and now there was treasure to divide and reports to finish. Usually such duties would be that of the seated lord, but with Alyn’s new placement as Hand of the King his presence was needed in King’s Landing while all the other responsibilities as the head of House Velaryon fell to his wife. Not that Baela had ever resented her lot in life since marrying Alyn, she much preferred their arrangement to any of the other suitors that had been pressed upon her–at least Alyn had been her choice, whether their story was one of love was completely inconsequential.

“Who is it from?” Baela hummed, not looking up from the mountain of paperwork as she sorted through it.

“My good brother,” Rhaena smiled and stopped by her sister’s side, laying the letter atop a dreary summary about the ocean’s wave patterns–opened.

“Rhaena,” Baela sighed, picking up the tampered letter as she threw a scolding yet light-hearted look at her twin, stepping away from her work finally as she unfolded the letter.

For a moment there was quiet between the women as Baela read the letter, her sister beside her as she looked in disinterest at the figures and numbers–she could never make any sense of them like her sister could. Rhaena looked over as Baela let out another sigh, this one more tense than the faux exasperated one shared between siblings moments before.

“I knew he would never go for it,” Rhaena hummed, resisting the urge for a more apparent way of saying ‘I told you so.’

“I hoped he would not,” Baela confessed, “but to refuse our request to bring Aegon home–”

“We will bring him back, Baela,” her sister said with certainty, taking the woman’s hand in her own and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “The gods shone upon us when they brought Viserys back, when we had feared the worst, and they will do the same by bringing Aegon back from the North.”

During his time being sojourned and all but banished from the kingdom, Alyn had happened upon information that suggested that the youngest son of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen was very much alive; he had sailed straight to House Rogare of Lys and negotiated for the young boy’s release. When they had been reunited in King’s Landing with their youngest brother it had been a bittersweet moment for the twin sisters; at that time, Aegon had already been exiled to the North under Aemond’s orders, so he was not there to see his little brother finally return home. And their reunion would be cut short by questions of what to exactly do with Viserys Targaryen.

Most of the king’s council wanted him sent away, just like his brother, but others expressed concern about having so many of Rhaenyra’s ilk spread out across the Seven Kingdoms, fearing it would make it harder to maintain control over the situation. There were even a few whisperings of having the boy sent to the Wall or put to the sword so that they may wash their hands of the trouble; those suggestions were quickly thwarted however by Aemond of all people much to the surprise of Baela and Rhaena, who had been prepared to rally against anyone who dared lay a finger on their brother–or even suggested it. The king had refused to even consider having the boy killed, stating diplomatically that there had been enough bloodshed, and that it was time to heal–no matter how impossible healing felt at that point.

In an even more surprising turn of events, Aemond had handed responsibility of Viserys over to Alyn and in turn, Baela as well; he stated they could foster the boy, raise him in whatever fashion they saw fit, but that if they so much as made move to displace him from his throne so that his late sister’s blood may sit upon it he would see them repaid in fire and blood–same as he promised Cregan Stark when he entrusted Aegon into his care. It had only served as a final slight that the king also ordered that there be no attempt to reunite Viserys and Aegon, and that no correspondence be shared between the pair for a period of time until Aemond saw fit to permit them. It was almost as if he feared that if the last remaining blood of his sister were to once more come together it would jeopardize the already fragile state of his rule–and he was not completely wrong to fear such conspiracy.

There had been talks–in the beginning–talks of rebellion, of usurpation, of reclaiming the throne that Rhaenyra Targaryen, Queen of the Blacks, had died for along with so many others. But that is all it had ever amounted to–talking–and then it was almost as if everyone had forgotten, or at least was trying their best to move on and make do with what they had. Even Rhaena and Baela had come to accept that the Greens had won, that they had no means to continue a dance neither one really had any desire to participate in anymore.

They had lost their grandmother, Baela had lost Jace and Moondancer, and Rhaena had lost Luke and though she now had Morning, the dragon was still relatively small and would most likely not get much bigger; no matter how big she got though, Rhana had no intention of ever flying into battle and risking one of the few remaining dragons in the world’s life for a fight that had already been lost. They had nearly lost their entire family, and had only their own lives to show for that, all they could do now is ensure the memories of those who had passed lived on through them and their bloodline.

“I am glad I have you here to be so optimistic,” Baela chuckled lightly, breaking the silence that had stretched out between them, looking down at their entwined hands, “at least for now.”

“What do you mean by that?” Rhaena hummed lightly.

“You read the letter, Rhaena,” her sister threw the papers with her husband’s signature down on the table, “he has given you leave to marry Ser Corbray.”

Rhaena watched as her sister crossed the solar and went over to the drink cart, pouring herself a glass of something strong no doubt; she sighed internally, folding her twitching hands in front of her as she cleared her throat:

“That does not mean I will accept his proposal.”

“Do not jest right now, sister,” Baela snorted, lifting her glass to her lips but stopping when she saw the look on the other woman’s face. She frowned, “you cannot seriously be considering turning Corwyn away….Rhaena, you’re crazy about the man.”

“I know, I know,” Rhaena sighed, “but that does not mean I desire to leave Driftmark–to leave you.”

“You cannot base a decision such as this on me or Driftmark,” Baela set her glass down, holding the skirt of her dress as she walked back over to her sister. “We will be fine….I will be fine; it is not as if there is a whole world between us–just a sea-”

Rhaena snorted at that and Baela smiled, taking one of her hands in her own:

“I know that it is scary to think of us being parted again,” she continued, “but I could not stomach the thought of you never living your life because you are afraid to leave my side.”

“But if I leave you will be all alone here,” Rhaena hums, “I do not want you to be alone.”

“I will not be alone,” Baela smiled, “Alyn visits when he can, and I have my lady’s in waiting, and of course there is Laena–though she’s not much for conversation currently but I am sure she will get there eventually.”

The pair shared a good laugh at her words, leaning on each other as they shared in a brief moment of mirth, only for it to fade all too quickly as they grew solemn once more.

“I will have Alyn write to Corwyn,” Baela hummed, squeezing her sister’s hand, “and ask him to come to Driftmark, and we will begin talks of your betrothal.”

Rhaena was quiet, looking at their joined hands as she gave her sister a simple nod in agreement and a quiet, “thank you.”

Baela pulled her sister closely, pressing a kiss to her forehead as they stood in each other’s quiet embrace–no more words were needed, for now that was enough.

[space-spring]

I reblogged that post the other day about never finishing video games and it made me stop and think hard about my life and the fact that. oh my god....... I really DO never finish video games........... So I have changed my ways by finishing up Chapter 4 and the ending of Chaos route for Tactics Ogre! Tons of endgame spoilers ahead but here are my bullet-pointed highlights:

My guy Azelstan the pirate! I love him. His whole arc with losing his daughter reminded me a little of Svarog and Hossabara from Triangle Strategy (albeit with substantially more nihilism!), and finding him at the port and then going through the story with the girl he takes under his wing made me die a little inside.

I do really appreciate the fact that even once he joins you he's still a little bit of a mess! I feel like a lot of the characters join Denam out of anger or honor or something else equally passionate, and meanwhile Azelstan's out here going "I've lost everything I love and this is just a decent way to try and make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else." He's simply a very sad old man and I love him a lot

This is not a highlight per se but it IS funny: I had to play the whole pirate cove dungeon where you recruit him like three or four times because I kept thinking I had the recruitment conditions fulfilled and then. did not in fact have the recruitment conditions fulfilled. I killed SO many ghosts. I got to the point where I just bought like 30 exorcism arcanas before going in so I could just have anyone regardless of cleric status blast the stilled undead whenever I needed to

AUGHKDHJSHDGHJJS. I am. SO unwell about the Sherri recruitment scene. I cannot express just how much I am unwell about the Sherri recruitment scene. All the Phoraena sisters really are so cool and good and I spontaneously combust whenever they come on screen but this scene is just AUUUUUGH........ It kills me thinking about how long Sherri's been hiding out because she doesn't think anyone will welcome her back and meanwhile her sisters just!!! love her so much!!!!!!!!!! and SHE loves THEM so much!!!!!! it just makes me go woaugh..........

I also just replayed some of the earlier chapters with Cerya and Cistina to test out the endgame rewind feature, and I take back my little chart I made of them a while back where they're arguing over clothes and things. All of the sisters are defined first and foremost by Being Willing To Sacrifice Everything For Each Other and I love them so much about it

And in addition to all the Phoraena sister dynamics, looking at this scene through the perspective of Denam ALSO having a sister who's keeping herself apart because she feels unloved is so. wowowowow

And on that note Denam and Catiua are rotating around in my head 24/7!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm really so in love with how far the writers went with their argument and fallout and also insane about the bad ending in this scenario because AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!?!?!?!?! and also I'm just a sucker for guilt arcs and having to live with mistakes even when it'd be easier not to. Catiua's absolutely insane (affectionate) and I think it's so fun how she changes things around and really comes into her own after this.

Also I really really love that the two of them got to have such a narratively clear conversation about everything that went down!!!!! This is a complete tangent but I sometimes kind of go insane over the fact that in Triangle Strategy we really don't get to see a ton of Roland and Cordelia after they reunite and Whiteholm is retaken. They have. so many things to talk about, and Cordelia has more than a few valid reasons to feel resentment toward Roland for the way he handled retaking Whiteholm. The closest they come to really talking about how they feel is that scene where they're standing in the garden and Roland's trying to explain why he killed Avlora and Cordelia just kinda quietly goes, "I know. I get it. I can't blame you." And while that scene is fun in its own "this bad boy can fit SO many emotionally traumatized Cordelia headcanons in it" sort of way, it's also so so so nice to see Denam and Catiua do the opposite and actually sit down and hash it out for a bit. They get to talk about why they're angry!!! They both get to explain themselves and then reassure each other that they're still loved!!!! They get to be genuinely close again and work as a team!!!!! and I love that for them :)

Also with comparisons to Cordelia, Catiua very distinctly doesn't get sidelined after Denam rescues her!!!! She's an active participant in the war and really takes charge over Denam, which is very neat imo, and I love getting to see her coronation and speech at the end

THIS ATTACK SPECIFICALLY. The whole final boss was so cool but I actually gasped and sat back when I saw this, it was just so so different than any of the other graphics in the game and it made me go nuts

AAAAOAUGH GHAGHG

The credits are really pretty :)

RHCKCHHGLGLRLRLAHHJG I am once again foaming at the mouth about the way the game blends game mechanics and story this is SUCH a fun explanation for how the whole world tarot system works and also I am absolutely gutted by the idea of Denam doing this canonically because he can't stand the regret of the choices he's had to make. I feel like Denam's guilt over the entire conflict isn't explicitly mentioned a ton (he actively makes a lot of comments to the effect of "I'm doing what my honor dictates and I have nothing to be ashamed of") and then every once in a while the game comes back and slaps you with stuff like this. Like hey. hey. yasumi matsuno. can we talk? I jst wantto talkk

Also all the endgame content is SO GOOD. I'm starting to move over to Reborn because I want to experience all the voice acting and stuff over on that version, but it's also so hard to leave my team and all the cool stuff I've unlocked. I need to read up on it more but I'm 90% sure you can recruit Lancelot and Warren if you do the Palace of the Dead stuff which I avoided in Chapter 4, so I'm tempted to go back and do that on there sometime. Or mayhaps I'll just play it through on Reborn once I get through Lawful and Neutral!

But yeah!!! Overall, such a fun route and a fun game and a fun ending :) I do feel like I want to come back to Chaos route once I've finished the other two, because I miss Vyce and the role-playing part of my RPG-obsessed brain really wants him to survive the canon-ish ending because I think there's a ton of things from the beginning of the route that I'll think differently on now that I've finished (like all of the stuff building up to Vyce going nuts and Catiua leaving).

[jackharlou]

Patiently waiting

Concept: finally, the day where the letters in the pregnancy test say something else than "negative" has come, and you did all you could to be sure of the result. you have never kept a secret from jack, this couldn't be the first one.

Part I

almost twenty minutes passed and you were still on the floor, looking at the plastic stick on your hands. positive... it was positive. it wasn't negative. you looked at the little screen waiting for the letters to switch up like in that percy jackson movie but they never did, they were clear as day; positive.

before you told jack, you knew you had to confirm it with a better test, so you quickly made a call to your doctor's office and they did what they could to fit you sometime soon, so you just needed to wait until the next day to go over there.

you had things to do, like grabbing all those things you needed from your grocery list. you tried to do all you could fit in that day so your mind didn't run off, making you excited over something you weren't so sure of.

the following day you woke up way before the alarm did, so you tried to get some work done before you had to get out but it was impossible. you were already thinking about how would you tell jack, how would he react, how would you decorate the baby's room. was it going to be a boy or a girl? see, you couldn't be left alone with free time in hands because your mind would run wild. you decided to stop it and left the house, arriving way earlier to your appointment but they understood it and took you in for the blood work. they said they would be calling you as soon as they get the result.

luckily you had work to do, because you could just sit and think about all the ways things could and couldn't go, and that's exactly what you didn't want, you didn't want expectations and a possible heartbreak if the result came back negative.

you spoke a lot with jack in the mean time, and you were so good at hiding it, but you couldn't stop your mind from thinking "how in the world i'm i going to tell him???"

when your phone ringed and you read the name of your doctor's office on your screen you almost fainted and when they told you it was really really positive, you almost fainted again. you started crying while the lady on the other side of the phone congratulated you. an appointment for your first check up was scheduled for the following week, meaning that you would have to hide the news from jack a little longer.

"hi, daddy" - you greeted jack that same night when he called you.

"uh, is this going to become a spicy call?"

"would you like that?" - you messed with him. if he only knew the "daddy" part was real.

"hell yes, mami" - if he only knew the "mami" part was real.

you wished time could go faster, like in that scene from twilight where edward left and bella was sitting heartbroken watching the months go by through her window... just like that. you wanted to close and open your eyes and be there at the doctor's office with him telling you everything was fine, but sadly it doesn't work like in the movies so you just waited and waited, feeling the time was going slower everytime you looked at the clock, at some point you even felt it was going backwards.

but finally, the day came and there you were, laying at the doctor's office watching the screen, looking at the very little shadow that happened to be your baby. A BABY!!!

"i'd say you're around a month and a half..." - the doctor said.

"do you think it's ok if I tell jack? or that i should wait? i don't want to give him false hopes" - you wanted to scream it into the universe but you were also scared.

"i do think things will go well. your body showed us its more than ready to conceive and we have been making sure its a safe and healthy place for a baby. you two wanted this so bad, so i do believe he or she is here to stay. you deserve this. besides, he's your support system. right or wrong, he'll be there for you no matter what's the outcome. make him a part of this since day one" - he advised you, and he sounded so sure that it made you decide right there that you were going to tell jack.

you asked him to see the baby again, this time you were able to record it, because the first time you did you were a shaky sobbing mess.

now it felt real. now it was really really real, the realest it could be.

"how am i going to tell jack?" you kept thinking over and over again. you thought about all those cute videos you've seen online, but those took time, and he wasn't going to be home any day soon. he deserved to know, now, so you texted him.

"busy?"

"just finished the interview i told you about and we're now going back to the hotel. i'm tired, i'm going to try to take a nap before the show. why?" - he answered just a few minutes later.

"i need to talk to you about something" - you were shaking at this point.

"what did i do? i swear it wasn't me"

"oh boy. it was you..." - you said before sending him the video you took earlier, where he could perfectly see the screen and hear the doctor guiding him to where the baby was, since it was so tiny it was barely visible. the doctor finished with a "congrats, guys" and you turned the camera to face you, showing your teary eyes and a thumbs up next to a huge smile.

the video lasted around forty five seconds, and in fifty, he was calling.

"hi" - you answered with a smile that could make him fall in love with you if that was the first time he saw you.

"baby" - he murmured with tears already running down his face.

"yep, there's a baby" - there he screamed and laughed like a lunatic. it seemed like he was waiting to hear it from you to let it sink in and actually believe it.

"we're having a baby" - he whispered. you could see him sitting at the back of a car, where he let his head fall against the seat, looked up and murmured "thank you, God". you already knew it, of course, but that just showed you he was the one. the right man to create this whole new life with - "how did you find out?"

"well, that's a weird story. i was at the supermarket..."

[agomeangelcat]

Sugar Plum.

A/N: I like to write when i sad...enjoy my silly oc.

Shipps: Oc x Canon, Oc x P.

Tw: My bad writing and cringe. My head hurts. Game spoilers.

The doors of the hotel open, to the new addition to the Hotel Krat, P father's Geppet's long-time rival.

A man with black hair, olive skin and green eyes like jade, who screamed Christmas spirit in all his essence, or that's what Gemini said, he had a supreme creation, a doll, a soldier, a protector, a Nutcracker that, unfortunately, had to be killed, the memory of Geppeto's Rival greatest creation still fresh in everyone's memory, including his niece.

The creator of the Nutcracker, the only big puppet that was not owned by Geppeto, Herr Drosslmeyer, was long data rival from Geppeto and the type that in addition to being intelligent, Drosslmeyer was kind, gentle, creative and even magical, since Geppeto's death, the automatons being born, were special and took over the hotel like a family, animals and even some toys, the hotel krat looks magical and full of life thanks to Drosslmeyer's extroverted manners. 

P had constant visits to Drosslmeyer's office for concerts, check ups and some upgrades, and it was he who made P resuscitation possible.

The truth was, the Nutcracker's death was not done by P's hands, the Nutcracker was a mistake, a partnership doomed to failure, the Nutcracker was created by Drosslmeyer and Geppeto as a way to show that, in fact, they didn't they were rivals or enemies but business partners, something that was shown to be false as soon as the Nutcracker almost killed Drosslmeyer's niece, if it weren't for Drosslmeyer's automaton rats who saved her from being killed. 

P knew this, since he got his humanity and saw Drosslmeyer as a mentor and doctor, it was inevitable that P, a hunter, would not see Clara, who is also a hunter, and the niece of the man who created the new puppets, Clara was responsible for the death of the Nutcracker, she killed her best friend because of the man P called father. Clara was extroverted, but not in the uncomfortable eay, she was almost a princess, but she held weapons instead of all the glamor of a princess, she had the nickname Sugar Plum, was nickname that everyone in the hotel gave her because the girl was always eating sweets or hungry for sweets. 

P knew that of everyone at the hotel, Clara was the most full of life, she slid down the handrails, danced on the tables, stole sweets from the kitchen and P's favorite, danced alone in the ballroom, he loved the dance's spins and pirouettes that Clara practiced, and when he questioned Gemini, the little guy said that Clara was a ballerina. 

Clara is good, never treating him as less or different because he was a puppet made by the man who betrayed her uncle, the young dancer was good, strong and great at making P's heart feel full of ticks and tacks, when she read books to him like a theater scene or put tiaras and clips in his hair to aplly make up on his face, according to her "he looks beautiful in makeup". 

___

Walking around the hotel in the early hours of the morning where everything was a sleep or almost everything, was always a different energy, P heard earlier before Clara's complaint to her uncle about how all her point shoes were worn out, and that Drosslmeyer would probably take a while to make new ones for his niece, looking at the box in P's hands near the door of the room, Clara's soft voice coming from the huge place, P feels a small spasm, even human when in moments like this he can't help but have spasms or be all messed up, Clara was beautiful, and everyone in the hotel seemed to know and talk about, not only a ballerina's physique, her brown eyes, dark skin and raven hair made her look like a doll made by the most prestigious sculptor, he didn't really understand humanity too well, but I knew beauty when he saw it. 

Stopping in front of the open door of the ballroom, P watches Clara in a long strawberry print dress, Dancing around the room, the twirling dress making her float around her, the soft smile and the melody she hummed, P notices, she was barefoot, the sneakers must have gone bad or something. Clara ends her little dance roughly in perfect arabesque when she notices him standing in the doorway. 

"Holy Rat King...P you scared me!!!!"  P doesn't even move, the girl sighs, smiling softly, her hand on her chest to calm her heart from the fright, looking at the boy in front of her, Clara liked P's presence, he was a strange combination of serious and elegant with a playful boy who liked to play tricks. Noticing the comfortable silence between them, Clara's yellowish brown eyes look down at the box in P's hands, it was white with some pink stripes and an elegant pink bow and screamed sweetness.

"Oh, did you buy Sophia a present?...unfortunately she's not here...but she came to see me a few hours ago-" Clara stops talking when she sees Pinocchio approaching her, she wasn't blind nor was she knows that P's has some charm, hell, since they stepped into the hotel and her uncle brought P to life using blue magic, Clara always said how beautiful P was, not just physically, the puppet according to her was the only thing beautiful thing that Geppeto had lucky to create.

P was very close to her, too close, looking down at her, Clearly her face heats up, the yellow lights in the room make everything comfortable, P tilts his head to the side looking at the river of yellowish brown in her eyes, Caramel, P never really understood so well the reason for the nickname, but now, her eyes were Caramel.

"P? are you okay? are you hurt-" Again being interrupted, P extends the box to Clara, surprising her for a few seconds. 

"Oh..Oh!....is it for me?"  looking at him she touches the box with one hand and points to herself with the other hand, P smiles softly nodding positively, Clara can't help but admire him. Carlo and P were very different, but in a twins way, at the time Carlo was alive, Clara had a rivals relationship with Geppeto's son, but P, ​​still had the same bite, but clearly it was as if P was more open to feelings than Carlo, which is ironic. Her uncle said: "Carlo liked you... but he didn't know how to show it, boys are stupid.".

She remembers when Carlo pushed her into the lake but she insisted on pulling him along, both wet and looking at each other with angry looks, breathing heavily, but Carlo had been the first to break eye contact, his face turning red, which at the time Clara thought was anger.

This time she was the one who looked away first, looking at the box and seeing how their hands were almost touching. P watches curiously, almost leaning in to catch her eyes again he almost pouts when the girl breaks the eye contact. Clara undoes the box's bow in his hands, carefully, the science was almost suffocating but not the bad kind, it was tension, a need for presence instead of words. The girl makes a surprised noise, and P observes every detail of her face with parted lips, so he looks at the contents of the box with her.

"...you...found..." A new, untouchable pair of point shoes, elegant and clean, smelling of lavender. She laughs, taking the shoes from the box and seeing that in addition to being her size, they were soft shade of purple not completely pink.

She looks at P with a giant smile on her face, a smile that he returns with the same enthusiasm, watching as she sits on the floor to put on the new sneakers, the box on the floor next to her, the prepayment for the sneakers, breaking, bending and straightening, P helps her to  get up as soon as she finishes, extending his hands to her, and lifting the girl up without difficulty. Clara laughs, spinning around and testing her new pair of point shoes. 

"That's perfect, how did you get this!? I thought they didn't have any more of it, and Uncle Drosslmeyer said it would take a while to make new ones!"  Looking at him as P stands in the middle of the room and looking at her with the same intensity, P feels his insides heat up with her sweet, caramelized gaze.

P is almost flinches when the girl runs to him and hugs him, tight, but not only that, the Ghost of her lips on his neck.

"Thanks P...you're the best."  P slowly returns the hug, it was strong, and the kind of hug that someone would die happy in, his face hidden in her neck, arms holding her back and waist, lifting her from the ground, Clara laughs at the sudden action and the laughter only increases when he twirl around with her on the tight hug, it was a new feeling, sweet as a Sugar Plum Fairy.

Drosslmeyer was not surprised to find his niece and P lying in the library sleeping with books around them, Clara with her head on P's chest and P looking almost human with his head on Clara's hair, and a small white mouse sleeping on the girls hand.

"...P can sleep now....what a shame your father didn't see what a gift you are."  The older man covers them both with a soft blanket around them.

"Good night little sprouts"

[sayakxmi]

[Magi rewatch] Episode 4: The People of the Plains [Part 2]

Did. Did Ugo just straight up told Aladdin that he has no family, and that he's a special kind of creature that's different from humans in the manga, or is it just the anime. Like. Bro. Man. Ugo, what the fuck. I get you're kinda messed up after all the Alma Torran bs, but, MAN.

He got adopted way faster.

Yeah, like, the anime really juggles up these scenes, and kinda changes stuff here and there, it's kinda hard to keep up.

Still, it was a nice moment. Tho I feel like it happened a little too quick.

"I love you, Grandma!" Man, anime!Aladdin is so damn affectionate. The manga one keeps more distance.

Oh, there it is.

Ok, but D-guy moving him away looked and sounded silly. Like, a popping noise, lmao.

Ok, that felt weirdly dramatic. Like she was looking at him, then she turned around & began starting at the distance.

Man. You're such a wasted character.

He's not impressed with Hakuei's speech.

Ugo reacts much earlier, I think?

Ok, I think it's a shame that Ryo-whatever pushes Toya without showing us Hakuei being really happy about trying whatever it was that she brought here. A small disservice to Hakuei, imo.

On the flipside, Seishun seems to be doing more.

The moon in the bg makes it look pretty darn cool.

Damn, the moon looks awesome.

On the other hand, it looks pretty damn close bc of its size. Like, I'm reminded how I was complaining about The Moon Thing to Yudja & she was like, maybe there are two. Damn. Maybe there really are two.

I agree, Aladdin's flip on the flying turban was pretty damn sick.

Oh, when we find out about the girls being taken by slave hunters Enfin Apparu started playing! Yknow, that actually gives what's going on awesome atmosphere. But, yeah, Magi OST is insane.

Toya looks angry. In the manga she looked far more scared (understandably).

Yknow? The entire fight scene is actually pretty cool.

Pretty moon. Actually, it made me think. Aladdin is lowkey moon-coded, while Alibaba is obviously sun-coded. Interestingly, Judar is also sun-coded. Black sun, but sun. Also, do you guys remember Judar's character song? Kuroi Taiyou? What happened to it, I'm trying to search it on yt & best I've found was a capella D:

MOON.

"Saya, stop sending screenshots of the Moon." IT'S PRETTY THO

Just a normal shipper reaction to their OTP interacting in a potentially romantc way.

Two things: the sky is pretty af, and this is an awesome cliffhanger.

"It's taking her long." : (

[varibean]

formal apologies to the varigo tag for filling it up with my nonsense but! more of the ‘hugo was there the entire time’ au

at the end of ‘What The Hair’ hugo stumbles into old corona after running away from donella. varian immediately is like ‘!!! new friend!!!!’ and takes him in and quirin graciously allows him to stay. Hugo is telling himself that he’s just casing the place so he can steal from them but varian is just so genuine and nice that he starts to get a little crush 

ok so then Great Expotations happens. hugo has been helping varian with his project. and he’s had to suffer through his first lil crush talking about ~cassie~ all the time. so as they’re walking to the expo, he sarcastically tells varian “Wow, hairstripe. you’re putting so much work into this thing for her, might as well make her your assistant.”

varian doesn’t pick up on the sarcasm and tells hugo that’s a great idea! He’ll ask! but inside he’s a bit sad bc hugo was supposed to be his assistant and he thinks this is him quitting. but he’s also trying to be a good friend bc he’s never had a friend that shares his interests before. 

they get there and it all goes down the same except hugo is huffy in the bg. he’s trying to enjoy the expo but out of the corner of his eye he just sees varian doing all of cassandra’s chores and is getting kinda upset on his behalf. 

meets back up with varian when he sees cass doing guard duty but not his lil friend and he finds out that varian is finishing up for her. his Young Teen Boy brain is just getting angry like “Ugh, she’s just a stupid girl, this isn’t worth it.” 

storms off after keeping varian from falling down the stairs only for rapunzel to stop him and ask him what he’s so upset about and opens up just a little bit. bc rapunzel has Getting People To Talk powers. 

then the presentation comes around and cass backs out as hugo comes up to talk to varian about getting upset earlier. he overhears it and is like “so is the assistant position still open?” 

they present without a flaw, but varian still loses bc it’s not enough Flair and he gets pouty. then there’s the canon scene with cassandra, with hugo coming in at the end where cass says that varian is special. 

“She’s right, hairstripe. You’re a pretty special guy.” 

“You really think so?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, I mean, you didn’t even want to be my assistant today.” 

“Of course I wanted to be your assistant! I just got...jealous...” 

then the whole mess with varian’s machine takes place before hugo can explain himself. they fix it, all the same. only hugo totally steals the ribbon instead of just finding it. thinks that varian doesn’t see because he’s trying to hide his past as a thief but varian totally sees. in a show of good faith, he lets cass pin the ribbon to him.

but varian’s starting to get a lil crush on hugo now oops. and hugo is learning to be a bit softer and more open and learning that it’s ok to talk about his feelings, he doesn’t have to hide them all with sarcastic comments and pettiness. he’s also a lil softer than his vat7k self bc he’s younger and got to varian before that spark of excitement and wonder flickered out, and now he’s going through a big ol’ puppy crush 

[h0rr0rsaxo]

Okay so here is the cute little idea I had for ocv Anni and Varrick.

So like mentioned in discord, human Anni is getting lots of just attention and love from ocv Varrick and ocv Anni is just sitting there, glaring at the two with Azrael just menacingly standing behind her and trying to cheer her up, but Anni is just super jealous.

Later the group is trying to get human Anni to a portal to get her home and suddenly ocv Anni sees a demon coming to attack human Anni and ocv Anni whips out her bow and arrow and shoots it before it gets the chance to kill human Anni. Normal Anni thanks her later, but ocv Anni is salty and says, "I didn't do it for you. I did it for Varrick....he seems to be fond of you and i'd hate to see him get hurt due to your stupidity..." ocv Anni doesn't think anyone heard her, but Varrick did and later he gets her alone and just pulls her into a bear hug, like her feet are literally dandling in the air, her face is smushed against his and she's yelling at him to put her down.

"I know what you said to the other Anni earlier." and Anni immediately stops and freezes, feeling sort of embarrassed but Varrick is happy that she cares about him and was willing to let human Anni be around him if mean't that he was going to be happy.

"Y-Yeah....? Well I....that doesn't mean anything!!"

"I knew you cared.."

"Shut up! Don't say that too loud!"

(lmao tysm, I love your writing! Please feel free to decline or take as long as you need on this!)

[ only for you. || simp party. ]

Warnings: None!

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: this kinda bad...didn't come out how I wanted it too-

Word count: 1,653

The shadow-like version of Anni narrowed her eyes sharply, with an annoyed scowl tugging at her lips at the scene in front of her— unfiltered jealousy boiled in the pits of her stomach watching the two idiots in front of her being all lovey-dovey with each other. Azrael mimicked her movements, growling at the human girl who was being closely held by Varrick. Even if it was still technically her, Anni still mildly disliked her human counterpart. A slight wince of jealousy struck at Annu's heart, causing her to look back forward and avoid Varrick's occasional glances towards her. Her feet annoyingly tapped against the floor and a hard lump of air slowly rolled down her sore throat. The two of these idiots needed to get a room. 

Varrick sat on the couch, his arm wrapped lovingly around the small little human's shoulders. He leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to her templeAs he pulled away, he gazed into her eyes, a warm smile gracing his lips. "You know, Anni, I love spending time with you," he said, his voice soft and gentle, "I hate that you have to leave so soon." Varrick's sudden attacks of physical affection had been something Anni needed to get used to, having a tendency to tense slightly at his touch, but she slowly grew to adore passing caresses and hugs from behind. She considered her day incomplete without her heart swelling at least four times with every graze of Varrick's fingers or tightening of his arms around her body.

Not to mention the way Anni could leave him a flustered, blushing mess with a simple phrase or compliment, having his brain working overtime to recover from the sentence “I like your hair like that,” was a good way to get him into a surprisingly amicable mood for the rest of the day. And of course he also had his little ways of surprising her. Strong arms slid around her middle, guiding her into his chest, and she couldn’t have moved more willingly if she was made of putty. Anni's eyes screwed shut, as if to stop the overwhelming happiness of the moment escaping. With her ear against his sternum, she could hear his surprisingly steady heartbeat, and her hand came up to rest against his chest to feel that same rhythm beneath her fingertips. 

— . — . —

"Hurry towards the gates and keep your eyes open!" Fang called to all the ears around her, Fang and Viper slowing to let the rest catch up so they could take formation. Just past the gate, was the only place safe enough to open a portal— just so the crawlers or demons wouldn't try to sneak through one and rampage Anni's original home.

They all burst through the forest out into a grassy clearing just a couple hundred feet from the first set of fences. Fang swung around to the back flank next to Viper, holding up the rear and left side with her medium ranged weapon. Crawlers meandered about the fence line, and as they caught the appetizing scent of the human, their heads slowly turned into the direction followed by their bodies.

"Watch the backside!" Fang called over to Viper and her brown eyes flicked to her briefly,

"I got it! Go, Viper!" Fang noticed that everyone had already begun to flood into the makeshift door that she had cut open. Viper gave her a quick nod and grabbed her scythe from the ground, turning, and leaving Fang to watch the rest of their backs as they climbed into the barrier for safety.

"Jesus they're all over the goddamn place." Fang eyed as many of the Crawlers slamming up against the fence as she could as they quickly rushed by. Her boots slammed annoyingly on the gravel below her feet, Fang did an odd formation with his hands. Immediately after, a glowing aura surrounds her. She directs all that energy towards the crawlers until the creatures start to dissipate in thin air. Once they're completely out of sight, she stretches her arms into the air like she just finished a light workout. She didn't even have a single scratch or scuff on her.

"Anni, hurry!" Anni heard Viper's quiet voice to her call from the fence and with one last look as Crawlers stumbled down the fence line, she whipped around and put her scythe in first. Her body was quick to follow as her small frame squeezed through, her shirt getting caught momentarily on a piece of jagged wire protruding out. She struggled to get it off— and right as she managed to wriggle her shirt free of it, a demon grabbed her leg and dragged her.

"I don't believe it, it's a human!" The demonic being practically drooled at the sight of fresh, human flesh. Anni tried to kick it, but its grip was terrifyingly strong. Right as Anni was about to get eaten, an arrow got sharply shot through the demon's skull— it's black-blood splattering everywhere and its grip loosened on Anni. Anni scanned around the area, looking for who was responsible for saving her. Ocv Anni lowered her bow and arrow as she pulled the squealing gate open, taking cautious aim just in case another demon was in the square barrier of wire, before glancing down at the human version of her with narrowed eyes. 

— . — . —

"Hey..." Anni stands up straight, her eyes wavering while they struggle to stay on this intimidating woman. "Th-Thank you. You saved my life." She feels her cheeks burning a deep red so she tilts her head away, "I can't thank you enough.."

Ocv-Anni rolled her eyes in response, unimpressed by Anni's effusive gratitude. "I didn't do it for you," she said bluntly. "I did it for Varrick."

Anni's expression shifted from gratitude to confusion. "Varrick? What does he have to do with this?"

Ocv-Anni sighed, clearly exasperated by Anni's cluelessness. "He seems to be fond of you," she explained, her tone edged with annoyance. "And I'd hate to see him get hurt due to your stupidity."

Anni recoiled at her alternate self's harsh words, stung by the sudden attack. "What do you mean by that?" she demanded, her temper flaring.

"I mean that you have a habit of putting yourself in danger," Ocv-Anni replied, her voice hard. "And Varrick cares about you, even if you don't seem to care about yourself."

Anni bristled at the implication that she was reckless or thoughtless. "I don't need you to lecture me," she snapped. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Ocv-Anni raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Are you?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're lucky to be alive."

Anni scowled, feeling the weight of her alternate self's words settle heavily on her shoulders. She knew that she had a tendency to rush headlong into danger without thinking, but she had never considered how it might affect those around her, especially Varrick. "I...I didn't realize," she stammered, her bravado faltering.

Ocv-Anni softened slightly, sensing Anni's genuine contrition. "Just be more careful in the future," she advised. "And try to remember that you're not the only one whose life is at stake."

Anni nodded, chastened by Ocv-Anni's words. "Thank you," she said quietly. "For everything."

Her alternate self shrugged, dismissing Anni's gratitude with a wave of her hand. "Don't mention it," she said gruffly. "Just don't make me regret saving you."

As Anni finished speaking with her human counterpart, she was convinced that no one else had overheard their conversation. However, as she turned around, she caught a glimpse of Varrick's expression, and it was clear that he had heard every word. Anni felt her heart sink as she realized that she had just revealed a vulnerable side of herself to Varrick, one that she had always tried to keep hidden. She braced herself for his reaction, expecting him to be angry or disappointed in her.

But instead, Varrick surprised her by pulling her into a bear hug, lifting her off the ground and crushing her against his chest. Anni's feet dangled in the air as she struggled against him, her face squished against his chest as she yelled at him to put her down. "Varrick, what the hell are you doing?" she protested, her voice muffled by his shirt.

Varrick didn't answer, but instead held her tighter, as if trying to convey his gratitude and affection through the strength of his embrace. Anni felt a lump form in her throat as she realized how much Varrick truly cared for her, despite all her flaws and shortcomings. As he finally released her from his grip, Annu felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her, one that she had never experienced before. She looked up at Varrick, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and found that he was gazing back at her with a mixture of concern and tenderness. "I heard what you said back there," he said softly, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "And I just wanted to say...thank you."

"Y-Yeah....? Well I....that doesn't mean anything!!" Anni felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she struggled to find the right words to respond. "I...I didn't mean for you to hear that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Varrick shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I knew you cared."

Anni felt a sense of relief wash over her as she realized that Varrick didn't judge her for her weaknesses, but instead accepted her for who she was. She knew that she had found a true friend in him, one who would always have her back, no matter what. Anni shook her head, with a little grimace on her lips as she blushed, "Shut up! Don't say it so loudly!" 

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Hey I’m the anon from earlier talking about Cygnet Scholar. I don’t really use tumblr mainly a lurker sorry but I will definitely be coming here to drop a bucket load of head canons and talk about the ship. This can be my emoji so you know it’s me: 🦢📚

Also I will definitely keep my eye out for that fic 👀

Headcanons:

Gideon is scared to use his magic. Having three evil magic users in your direct family tree can mess you up a bit so he has always been hesitant to use it. Hope is the one to help him learn to control and become comfortable. Magic has always come easy to her and she uses it readily to prank her friends and family.

I have a vivid scene of Gideon trying to light a candle and no matter what it’s not working so Hope takes him to a room filled with unlit candles and a piano in the center (Gideon is amazing player and a good singer but insecure about the later) She has him play a song for her which she sings too (she has a really good singing voice but most don’t know that) and as they are finishing up they almost kiss (but don’t because slow burn) he looks up realizes he lit all of them up

Hope is much more outgoing then him. I imagine there friendship started because one day she just sat next to him and started talking and didn’t stop and they’ve been friends ever since.

I like to think they have a big friend group but are closest with each other. Friend group includes: Neal (goes by Leo because it is weird to be named after your sisters baby daddy I’m sorry okay it just is) Charlotte or Cassandra (second daughter of Snow and Charming) Philip jr, Melody (Ariel’s daughter), and a daughter of Red and Dorothy gale (don’t know the name yet). It’s a weird group but they all low each other and we’re brought together by Hope.

I think everyone around them realizes they like each other before them. I think it’s a case of he feel first but she fell harder.

For Gideon he always noticed the little things and feel in love slowly but firmly. The way she always bring him lunch when he forgets. And anytime she visits him at the library she’ll bring something for his mom usually a Rose because she finds it hilarious. She gives advice to her girl friends about guys and always has their back. She is but Leo’s side when he wants to come out. And if she ever hears someone talk bad about her friend well let’s just say that right hook is powerful.

For Hope it just hit her one day. Subconsciously I think she fell in love with him as they grew up but she realizes it really quickly. One day she didn’t know and the next she did. Hope has her heart on her sleeve so it’s obvious when she realizes but she plays it cool or tries to, she doesn’t really succeed but luckily Gideon is oblivious.

I think they both confess during a life or death situation but it’s not until all the fight is done do they get to talk about it. They have a spot in the woods that is just theirs and that’s where they have their first official kiss.

Anyway I can go on forever but my hand is starting to cramp and I have stuff I need to do lol. But please tell me about some of your headcanons!!!!

— 🦢📚

{from this message}

Hello, friend! Totally get that; I love all my lurkers on here! Nice to meet you, 🦢📚!!!

I love all your headcanons so much!!! Do you write fic at all??? I'd love to read them! The piano/candles story is so cute!!!

I love your headcanons about the friend group! My group for them consists of Neal Nolan (who goes by CJ [Charming Jr,]) Robin Mills, and Charlotte Nolan (the Charming's third kid.) They're all in a D&D group that Henry DMs, and eventually they go on this big adventure in an au I'll someday write.

In my mind, Hope and Gideon didn't quite get along at first, but eventually Killian is just like "look, I know you don't like him, but I need you to at least try to get along" and so she does and eventually realizes "eh, this nerd's not so lame after all" and soon they become friends.

Charlotte and Hope are absolutely best friends (Charlotte is only a month older than Hope, and because Gideon took a year off from school to travel the world with his parents, he's in the same grade as them,) and Hope has told her about her crush on Gideon. (Robin figured it out on her own.) CJ also figured out that Gideon likes Hope, and Henry's known for years- probably for longer than Hope and Gideon have even actually liked each other (author's intuition there.)

I think a lot of the group has friendship bracelets. Charlotte makes them with beads, Robin always picks out a charm that goes well with the recipient, and Hope makes some with embroidery floss. Gideon has never taken off the bracelet Hope gave him, and has a few other trinkets he's collected from her over the years.

I also headcanon Gideon as autistic. I'm not sure when that started, but I don't think that one's going away.

Thank you for the awesome ask, anon!

[spaceorphan18]

Glee Musical Retrospective: Papa Don't Preach (Hairography)

Sung by: Quinn Fabray Original Artist(s): Madonna

This is the first Madonna song they do on the show. And, apparently, they do one every year until season six when they inevitably run out of Madonna songs. ;)

Story Analysis

It's not weird that Quinn would sing a song about teen pregnancy. It is weird that the show thinks this performance would somehow entice three eight year olds to shut up and watch. But this is the Glee universe we're in.

The song is fairly on the nose for Quinn's character -- and, for the first time, Quinn is singing a song that fits her actual persona instead of trying to emulate a persona she just doesn't really have. The use of Madonna is a relatively good choice to reflect on Quinn's less than innocent inner feelings and desires.

Papa, I know you're going to be upset Cause I was always your little girl But you should know by now I'm not a baby

It's an interesting use of lyrics as she's singing this post-Ballad. He father wanted her to stay a child, and did get upset when he found out that she wasn't his idyllic little girl.

The one you Warned me all about The one you said I could do without We're in an awful mess And I don't mean maybe

It's fitting that she's singing this song while Puck plays the guitar. Puck is one of those guys that women are told to stay away from, and fits the bill of this song perfectly. He's that bad boy type that does end up getting the girl pregnant.

The camera pans to Puck as these lyrics are sung, but to the point of the song (in lyrics that we never hear) the two of them do have feelings, and it wasn't just about having sex and having an unwanted pregnancy about it. Quinn and Puck share some meaningful looks just as the music reflects their situation - but it's interestingly complex. It's about the fact that they both know they have feelings for the other - but their circumstances make their love story not an easy situation.

But I made up my mind. I'm keeping my baby

And - continuing on to be right on the nose for the story - this is the point where Quinn is thinking that maybe she can have it all. Maybe her life won't be interrupted by a new child. Maybe she and Puck can have a loving and healthy relationship. Maybe they can have a nice little family -- after all -- they are getting Kendra's devil children to settle down.

While most of the songs on the show use a truncated version of the song, this one feels like it's abruptly stopped -- as if not to finish the complete thought. And, while yes, the scene does need to end, I think it's also worth noting that Quinn's inner thoughts are put on pause momentarily as she works out whether or not she really does want to try to pursue not only a relationship with Puck but also actually trying to raise her baby.

As I said above, though, while it fits Quinn's character perfectly, it's a bizarre choice to be singing to children. Maybe they just liked the pretty lady dancing. Who knows.

Technical Thoughts

One of the nice things about this one is that it utilizes Dianna Agron's lower register a little. It's not as low as she can go, but she doesn't sound like she's straining to get all of the notes, which is a nice change comparatively to her earlier solos. Madonna has a deeper and somewhat raspier voice that Agron can emulate nicely. I think it adds a layer of grit to Quinn that's always been there but not always shown.

They also allow Quinn to be teasingly flirty and a little bit sensual, when it comes to the choreography. Sure, she's dancing around a little, too, but there's a more adult layer added to this song. Quinn's not in her cheerleading uniform, and not constrained by it any longer either. Quinn's allowed to be free to be herself, for the first time in, who knows how long - and it's nice to see.

(The song is a perfect choice for Quinn, but Glee is so weird about its context sometimes... her flirtatious dancing is aimed at children, and the whole scene is weird within context.)

I kind of wonder if Mark Salling did the guitar part for the recording. Salling was accomplished on the guitar and probably could play this one no problem. I'm also not often fond of his acting choices - but I think he has some great chemistry with Agron, and the shared, layered thoughts actually play really well here.

vs. The Studio Recording: So, this is exactly the same as the show version, which means it's really short. I kind of wonder what made them decide to only do half the song. I will say - this is still early in the show, and they didn't cater to iTunes sales the way they'll do starting in the second half of season one.

vs. The Original Version: I love seeing these videos for the first time. Wow is this so 80s I can't even. The 'hunk' in this? Lol, omg. This definitely Madonna at her peak though.

The thing is - Glee finally goes far from the original arrangement, and it's actually nice. The original is a relic of the 80s, completely with synth sounds and, well, more synth sounds. The acoustic version they do on the show not only fits for Glee's attempt to add realism, but makes it a more contemporary sounding song.

Also, as usual, a lot of Quinn's choreography is inspired by the dancing around Madonna does in the video. Which I always find an intentional nice touch.

[starofdusk]

Teegan:

Scene Two: Catalyst

Quinn:

About two hours go by and class finally ends. It’s always hard to listen to teachers but after meeting that girl. Things kinda felt, distracting…

Quinn:

I decided to meet Teegan and Riley for lunch, not because I love them but because I know Teegan will pay…okay I love them.

Quinn:

As I make my way toward the cafe, I see Teegan and Riley waiting for me

Teegan and Riley:

We wave at Quinn.

Quinn:

I wave back, fueled by anxiety. I make my way quickly over to the two of them.

Teegan (In mind):

(Jokingly) Get out of my head, Quinn.

Quinn:

*Giggle* “Sorry.” I hug Teegan and Riley.

Riley:

I hug back warmly. “You doing okay today? I saw you bump into that girl earlier. Her names, Jamie, right?”

Quinn:

“Yeah, I’m okay. That girl was actually really nice.” We walk inside the cafe and sit in a familiar booth a bit away from the corner. I sit firmly by the window, scrunching up slightly as we sit down.

Teegan:

Riley and I follow quickly after. Sitting across from Quinn. I keep my eye on them as I do so. “You met a nice girl? Like, romance type nice girl or like, regular nice girl?”

Riley:

“Was she thinking anything mean? Sometimes inner thoughts are all that matters.” A woman comes up holding a pad of paper and takes our orders quickly. She trots off, hanging the paper on something.

Quinn:

“She was regular nice and I don’t leisurely listen to people’s thoughts, okay? Do you leisurely talk to plants?”

Riley:

“Yeah. I thought they were ‘Gifts’ because we were supposed to use them.”

Teegan:

“I think what Quinn is trying to say is, we’re making them uncomfortable. Give them some room to breathe.”

Quinn:

“Thank you, Teegan.” The lady returns. This time she brings drinks. My hot tea, Teegan’s black coffee, and Riley’s water. I take a sip from my tea. “I did though. Read her thoughts. She…thought my Gift was cool.”

Teegan:

I pause. “She did? And you’re sure she wasn’t messing with you?”

Quinn:

“Well yeah, Teegan. I read her thoughts.” *Sigh* “It was kinda nice to meet someone who thought my Gift was cool. Y’know, it felt really really good.”

Riley:

“Hey. We think your Gift is cool.”

Quinn:

“I know, I know. I just…”

Teegan:

“You don’t have to explain yourself to us. I get it.” I sip my coffee and look out the window. “You’re very special, Quinny.”

Quinn:

*chuckle* “of course you think so.” I look Teegan in the eyes for a moment but then…

*Quinn fades and Teegan’s thoughts protrude*

Whenever Quinn is reading thoughts it kinda sounds like a muffled mess of noise with the actual lines sticking out.

Also I’m imagining “God must hates me” by Catie Turner fades in towards the third or fourth word of this sentence

Teegan (In mind):

“I hope everything gets better for them. Oh shit, they can definitely…”

*Teegan’s thoughts continue shortly after Quinn begins talking. They stop after Quinn looks out the window for a moment.*

Quinn:

*Sigh* I let go of Teegan’s hand and peer out the window. My face slowly shifts to a frown as I look outside. Some red headed guy is out there with some other guys, they look like they’re playing tag or something? I don’t know. My mind opens and I begin to hear…

*A similar fading into the boys thoughts happens, however the boys thoughts also fade into each other*

Ashton (In Mind):

Bro, I’m so frickin’ hungry…

Chase (In Mind):

Damn, Oliver is killing us! I’m gonna get his ass!

Quinn:

As I look over to the red headed boy…I don’t hear anything. Like, not a sound. My face shifts into a rumble. I’ve never met anyone who has literally no thoughts before.

Quinn:

I stand up. “I’ll be right back.” I slide out of the booth.

Teegan:

“Oh. Yeah, of course.” I look at Quinn with a concerned look, then look over to Riley.

Riley and Teegan:

We share a look of concern.

A little ding sound plays as he steps outside, the ordinance of outside begins to play in the background. You can hear Quinn’s steps and the sounds of the boys playing. You can also hear the sound of everyone’s thoughts around Quinn. But as he approaches Oliver. You can’t hear anything, it’s completely silent for the first time in the entire show.

Quinn:

After sliding out of the booth, I stand up and begin to step to the door. The noises of everyone’s thoughts begins to feel overwhelming, but it’s okay. I step outside, and feel the cold air on my face.

Quinn:

For once, I step out of my box and enter the boys' space. The red headed boy looks down to me.

A flourish of notes begins to play and grows more intense as the moment continues

Oliver:

“Oh. Uh hi.” I smile brightly. “Are you okay?”

Quinn:

“I…hi.” An awkward smile stretches across my face but quickly falls. “I-…I can’t read your thoughts?”

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Oliver:

(Confused) “You what?” I turn my body fully toward the smaller person. “Oh! You're a Gifted, right?”

Quinn:

(Flustered) “Y-Yeah! I’m telepathic? I kinda hear everything…always.” *Sigh* “B-But I can’t…I can’t hear anything when I look at you.”

Oliver:

*Chuckle* “Well I’m glad I can be a…” I trail off for a moment as I look for the proper term. “...sense of peace for you. I can imagine hearing is overwhelming.” My smile never stops beaming.

Quinn:

*Giggle* “Yeah, it is. Nice, I mean.” a faint blush grows across my face. “Do you have any idea why I can’t?”

Oliver:

“Oh yeah. My Gift is Shield. It blocks passive Gifts and I can create a literal shield.” I hold up my arm and summon my shield.

Whenever Oliver summons his shield there should be like a SHING sound effect associated with it. Just in case we want to audioly say something without actually saying it.

Quinn:

My eyes brighten. “That’s awesome. Active Gifts are really cool.” My hand glides to the back of my neck. “Would you wanna, grab a coffee sometime? I would love to have a friend whose mind I couldn’t read.’ *Soft laugh*

Oliver:

“Uh, yeah actually. Sounds like a lotta fun. However, I am in the middle of something.” a crooked smile grows across my face and I tilt my head toward Chase and Ashton. “Why don’t you take my number and we can hang out sometime this week? I don’t have classes on Thursdays if you’re available then?”

Quinn:

“Oh! Yeah. I forgot about them. Your gift is really effective.” We exchange numbers quickly before I wave goodbye to him. Teegan and Riley are already standing outside as I go to meet them.

Teegan:

(Jokingly) “Definitely straight.” I smile at Quinn.

Riley:

“Hey! You never know, besides Quinn isn’t even a guy.”

Quinn:

*Chuckle* “You guys know I’m right here, right?” *Laugh*

Teegan:

I place a hand on Quinn’s shoulder. “Oh, young naive Quinn.” *Laugh*

Quinn:

(Laughy? I don’t know how to describe this feeling) “I’m literally older than you.” I put in one of my headphones.

Riley:

“Okay okay, let’s get going before you two start arguing about zodiac signs again.” *Giggle*

[monsterkissed]

⭐⭐ literally talk about anything in BNGN you've been dying to talk about, but if it helps to pick: tell me about those egypt-era scenes in the recent chapters

oh Very good choice

so those scenes were in the outline from p much day one, but they've been moved a lot earlier than they originally were! there are a couple reasons for this including but not limited to one chapter getting split (the only time, miraculously, that i have ever done so) and a few technical re-jiggers in a certain very tech-heavy prologue, but also because i want to do something mean later and i didn't want it to be fighting for attention against those two scenes.

obviously the doppio reveal is star of the show, that's been percolating for a While and i was incredibly excited to finally put it down. there is a point with bngn where it crosses over from intuiting from canon backstory scraps into my own attempts to weave a whole Thing together and that scene is really the point of no return in that regard, it shuts down a lot of ambiguity. there are a lot of hints throughout the 2nd act that the very first chapter of the fic has been a cruel and sneaky trick, but it gets really explicit there (tho bc it's me i think the first line directly referencing the "real" doppio prologue is all the way back in chapter 9). i really liked taking a little break to focus on some comedy again in the midst of some more intense stuff. i wanted it to be very light and funny because you know how i feel about mixing the funny and the drama, but as a scene it also kind of closes the loop on doppio in a sense? kind of trying to cover a lot of aspects about him at once. we go back all the way to the beginning and see what he's about at the same time as we're getting his original canon ending, and later in that same chapter he's going choose to leave behind the new relationships he's been building over the fic and stick to those original guns, albeit with a little less passivity. so it's important to get the context for why this is the natural conclusion his life has brought him to. from here on out, his past isn't going to have the answers. it's forward or nothing.

but by kind of pulling the curtain back on doppio's mysteries we then have to pivot to diavolo's, because very fittingly it turns out neither of them has all of the pieces we need. diavolo's decision to go full crime boss is also a point that's vague in the anime, so we're straight into fresh material there. he's had little glimpses of his POV in the fic before but this is the first real extended shot of him outside of the side content and it's not him as the impressive powerful villain he becomes, but the man he was before that. which is, in short, a Mess. there's comedy there as well, i think being terrified of kc is entirely reasonable as an initial reaction, but it's also a good opportunity to demonstrate diavolo both getting entirely the wrong idea in his scrambling to jump to the right conclusion, and doing things with that faulty data that are not sensible or good long-term decisions. he's still the same person but he's rattled and paranoid and that's a rut he's not getting out of any time soon. he's also desperately isolated and trapped on an island between his various burned bridges, and if he stops to think for a moment he's going to have the weight of that fall down around his ears. so he's not going to stop and think about things very much. this is a minor spoiler i suppose but: while doppio's flashback scenes were very much out of order (actively reverse order, in several cases), diavolo's are a lot more chronological in some senses ("in some senses" because... well, you'll see). they are a lot more grounded and weighted in the past because he is a lot more firmly rooted in it than doppio was. i liked playing with that in his scene particularly, both in referencing spice girl's intro when kc first shows up, and a bit more sneakily by paying off a little detail alllll the way back in chapter 18. for a man who doesn't want to hold onto the past, he held onto that first letter for a Long time.

also, of course, that first egypt chapter lead to the first piece of bngn fanart i received, so obviously it was a triumph in every way.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi i just read your work and it is amazing!!!! Buuut, if its possible can you make a part 2 of Scraps? Like, the first one was so good... it kinda needs a sequel😂😂 if thats possible

Had to think about what I would write for a little bit, but I think I've got it.

Scraps (Part 2): Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Kakucho Hitto, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Manjiro Sano, Hajime Kokonoi, and Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.9k

tw: NSFW

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A pussy clenching, breath hitching, thighs squeezing mess.

That's what you're reduced to as you're in class, the soundless, dual vibrator/clit sucking device hidden neatly in your underwear.

Ever since you'd been introduced to the Alpha boys, they'd made you their personal plaything. And you didn't really mind; it was something to do when things got boring around the sorority house. But sometimes... they'd take their experiments out of your scope of knowledge.

This was one of them.

You were given the toy and told that if you could hold off on cumming for twelve hours, you'd be rewarded with whatever you wanted. But you couldn't take it out, you couldn't tell anyone - oh, and you didn't know who had the remote to it. The device is only controlled by a discreet, white remote, and any one of the seven men could have it, changing the speed or the pattern of vibrations of the device. Right now, it's on a pulsing cycle, making you squirm slightly in your seat as the professor lectures about art history.

You're sitting in the very back of the lecture hall where no one would sit if they wanted to pass the class. But you're content with today being an off-day. You need to survive this challenge, first.

You can't help but think of the various dicks that would be yours for the choosing once you finish today's challenge. But it's only ten o'clock.

Ten more hours.

Around twelve, you're trying your best to keep yourself calm, sitting on the edge of your seat while you attempt a test. The speed changes from pulsing to a dull vibration, giving you a brief break from the jolts of pleasure that go straight to your clit.

"Ms. Y/n, can you come up to my desk, please? Bring your test." You look up at your professor, who is cooking her finger at you. For a moment, you wonder if she's caught on to your little predicament, but when you approach her desk, she takes your test and crumples it up before throwing it in the trash, much to your surprise. "I forgot to tell you that you have an A in the class, so you don't need to take this test." You sigh in relief, just as the vibration changes to a more intense sensation. You tense up, clenching your legs before thanking your professor and leaving the classroom quickly.

You can't take much more of this.

Around three pm, you're laying in the sorority house, face down in a pillow as you moan, the feeling of an orgasm building on top of the other six or seven ruined orgasms from earlier. But you stuff this one down with the others, tears decorating your pillowcase as you sob in frustration.

Five more hours.

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At six o'clock, you're at your breaking point.

Dinner is at seven, but you can't even focus on anything except the buzzing between your legs. You're hazy, staring at yourself in the mirror and blinking slowly. There had been no relief, no naps, no rest from the torment, but the pink device inside of you persisted, making you want to cum over and over again. All you can do is think about algebra or something disappointing to prevent yourself from cumming all over the device and losing the challenge.

Suddenly, your phone begins to chime, and you raise it to your face, seeing "Alpha House" on the screen.

"Hello?" you breathe into the receiver, and you hear a chuckle on the other end.

"Are you okay, princess?" It's Mikey. The vibrator begins to pulse again, and you bite your lip.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?"

"Come by the house at seven-thirty. The boys are excited to see you." Mikey hangs up the phone and you stifle a loud moan, trying to keep yourself together before you meet the boys.

One hour left.

At seven-thirty, you're standing at the door of the house, and the vibrator is going crazy. You almost didn't make it across the campus without your legs going weak, but you prop yourself up against the door with a hand, quivering at you wait for the boys to answer the door.

"Little sister..." Ran answers the door, his violet eyes observing your quaking figure. "You made it." You try to step through the door, but Ran catches you in his arms, stooping to pick you up. He holds you against his chest, cooing into your ear about how you're such a good girl, and how they're going to take good care of you before the night is over. You're deposited in the den, where the other guys are, and Ran parts your legs with tender fingers, revealing the device nestled inside of your panties.

"All day, huh?" Sanzu wonders, sitting across from you on the couch and stroking your thigh. "You're such a good girl for us. Kakucho, Rindou, and Kokonoi didn't think you would make it."

"We placed bets," Rindou explains, forking his cash over to his brother with a small sigh. "But you proved me wrong." Mikey appears, his black eyes roaming over all of those present in the room before sliding and focusing on your half-dazed self on the couch, legs spread and shaking.

"Ready to guess who had the remote today?" You nod, breath quivering as you look around the room at the men. Your first bet would be on Sanzu, but you figure guessing him would be too obvious. Your second guess would be Rindou, but he also seemed like the most obvious. So you're left with Kakucho, Kokonoi, Mikey, Takeomi, and Ran. "You get three guesses."

Three guesses. Five men.

"M-Mikey?" Various members of the frat shake their heads. Of course, Mikey wouldn't, he just comes up with the ideas. Takeomi seems almost too bored with you, so he's off the list, too. Two guesses and four men. A twenty-five percent chance of getting it right.

"Kakucho?" He shakes his head, leaning on the back of a chair and blinking slowly.

"One more guess."

Kokonoi or Ran. Fifty-percent chance of getting it right. Kokonoi had a class with you today, but you didn't see him move his hands around as you watched from the back of the class at all. But the sensation also didn't change during the class. You have to take a chance, though.

"Ran." The violet-eyed man smiles, then produces the white remote from his pants.

"Smart girl."

"But how--"

"On Wednesdays, my work-study has me all over campus. Every time I saw you or walked by the sorority house, I'd change the vibration." Sanzu chuckles then looks at his watch.

"It's time, ain't it?" Mikey pulls your underwear off, leaving the lacy thing on the floor before looking at the device, then back at you.

"You earned yourself some extra credit," he begins. "Are you ready for us, pretty girl?"

"Yes," you keen, jerking your hips up. "Yes, I am."

"Good." Mikey slides the vibrator out of you and puts it up to your lips so you can taste yourself. You suck the device slowly, fingers coming down to caress your swollen clit as you suck your juices off of it.

After this, he stands you up and bends you over the back of the couch, feeling a large, warm pair of hands on your hips. "I'm not going last this time," Takeomi mutters, pants down around his ankles. "Been waiting for this all day." You're more than prepared to take his length, your pussy squelching and sucking his cock into you. "Fuck, yeah..." The slapping sounds of your backside against Takeomi's hips begin, and you moan, feeling the relief of a cock filling you up.

The other six just watch, some with their dicks out, others palming themselves over their pants. Mikey, as usual, is standing at the back of the room, watching the scene before him with crossed arms. This is his foreplay.

He enjoys watching and listening to you squeal more than anything. He enjoys having control over six men who will bend you over and use you as a willing cum dump if necessary, like a breeder who requires his bulls to try their luck with you, the lone heifer.

And it's pleasurable enough for you to keep coming back for more.

"Why don't we record this one?" Sanzu wonders and Takeomi laughs.

"You're gonna have to ask little sister, here. She might not--"

"That-that's fine," you pant.

"Just a little POV thing," Ran adds, pulling out his phone. "Make it real nice, Takeomi." You look back and watch the man inside of you point the phone at the space between your hips, watching his cock go in and out of you with a smile on his face.

"Look at that pussy... she's creaming all over my cock..."

And each frat brother waits his turn to cum in you, with Ran's being the most you've ever felt inside of you at one time, and Sanzu's being the roughest. Kokonoi is taking his turn when you feel cum sliding down your leg, and when he's done, cum drains out of you in a small flood. Your fingers, which have been running over your clit and bringing you close to climaxing, are covered in it, and you want so desperately to stick them inside of yourself and then suck them dry.

Kakucho takes his time bringing you pleasure, tweaking your nipples, and running his tongue down your back and up again. You suppose someone else is filming you two, because both of his hands are on your body as he pumps you full of cum, ghosting his fingers over the slight bulge from his long cock.

Rindou is last, and you watch Mikey pull out his own cock, stroking it while Rin slams his hips into you, making you moan louder than you thought possible. He grips your neck from behind, choking you lightly as you let drool run past your lips and onto the couch. You hear Ran complimenting his brother on his fucking, and your raise on your tiptoes, praying his dick would stop slamming into your cervix.

"Take it," Rin whispers in your ear. "You can take it, sweet girl." You choke out a cry, then grip the couch for all it's worth as Rindou lets himself go. When he pulls out, Mikey stands, his eyes focused on your face as he walks around the couch, taking the phone from Ran and pointing it at your filled and abused pussy.

"Push it all out for me, sweetheart." You obey, feeling the cum leak out of you rapidly before Mikey stands, swiping his cockhead over your pussy lips. "You haven't cum yet?" You shake your head, breathing heavily. "Go ahead and cum on my dick." Mikey enters you and fiddles with your swollen clit, bringing you back to the edge and not relenting. You get no warning prior to the orgasm crashing over you; the feeling of release almost taking you out.

"Oh my fucking god," you cry out, and Mikey pistons his hips a little faster as you clench around him.

"That's a good pussy," he grunts, left hand gripping your hip while he cums inside of you, growling low in his throat. When he's done, he backs away, watching you push out his cum, too. "Now I want you to get on the floor and lick it up," he orders you. "Lick all of our cum up."

You get on your knees and lick the puddle off the polished wooden floor, each man watching you with slack jaws. When you're done, you show Mikey your tongue. He approaches you, grabs your throat, and spits in it, closing your mouth as you swallow that, too.

"Such a good little slut, aren't you?"

[jujuspams]

Koga

This here is Koga “You gone be my woman today”

Also known as Koga “I don’t give a damn if you got a man. Tell that nigga I want all the smoke

He honestly reminds me of a fuck boy just a bit

I mean nobody has Miroku the fuckboy beat

That nigga was known for trying to holla at everybody, but at least he had a reason

FUCKING LOOK AT HIM

Let me suck ya dick

I mean you gone have to wash that bitch first but hey

I’m ready to have some half wolf babies

Bitch just call me mama wolf in this bitch

Ohhh lord I’m ready

I wanted Inuyasha to have the energy that Koga had

Like my nigga if you don’t stop thirstin after a dead bitch

He acted like it was so hard for him to choose

Oh, ok now it’s all fun and games until Kagome hops on the wolf penis

He gone be looking really stupid then

I hated that he only seemed to show his feelings when Koga wanted a piece

Like noo playboy keep that same energy

I'll be strong for you daddy Koga!!!

Please just give me one chance

You can't tell me this man wont worship the ground I walk on

I just know he'll make sure I have everything i could ever need

I could get lost in those ocean blue eyes

Kagome don't know what to do with that

Like girl these men are trash nowadays you better hop on that

Young me just did not get what was so hard

Like this man clearly has some strong as feelings for you and you want the one that's hung up on his ex

But I can't lie I got friends like that and imma stick beside them cause they my girls

If you see this girl let that trash ass man go sis, he is messing up yo ph. balance

And let's not forget my boy was not scared to fight for some love

he stayed running the fade with Inuyasha

Koga the type of dude that when you tell him you got a man, he tells you to go get that nigga

like sir what

and they stayed calling each other slurs like Koga why are you calling this man a mutt

Like the beef was always on sight

My girl Kagome had them fighting over the pussy

that is until Kikiyo came around then she's on her own

And we not finna sit here and act like Koga wasn't feeding Inuyasha them feet

hit him with a swift kick to the chin

Hit his ass with that sweet chin music

Yall heard it here first if a man ever does this to me im folding like freshly dried laudry

im sorry baby i still love you

but this right here does something to me

Like yea it gets the waters rolling but it also gives that little girl from middle school the romance she always wanted

like look me in the eyes and tell me what you love about me and why you would never leave me

like pls i desevre it

everybody deserves something like this

Koga never had a problem with telling Kagome that he loved her

i honestly think thats what i love so much about his chareter

like yea he was cute and all that, but i really just enjoyed how open he was with his feelings

Now that we passed that babydaddy

HARPO WHO IS THIS WOMAN

like what do you mean you got a whole wife out here

and you just acting like my girl Ayame don`t exist

I was confused as hell when she stepped on the scene

I was like now wait a damn minute sis I called dibs first

like we can be sister wives, but just know I'm the one in charge

like Koga deadass treated her like she was a redheaded stepchild

my boy said no face no case

I was like nobody is safe, all of these men are trash

like God the men you are giving us suck, like can you drop a new update or something please

just when you think you got a good one, here come the wife from the woodworks

like bitch where were you earlier when he was pouring his heart6 out

I then fell for him now bitch, now we gotta share him

I can truthfully say that Koga is the reason that I would fuck a werewolf now

yea I said it, I would 100% without a doubt throw it back for a werewolf call me what you want but a coward isn't one of them

And I'm not talking about some oh maybe if there weren't any other choices no, they the first choice

Look at Kagome yawl see how happy she looks

she loves it over there

I bet he gives good hugs

But in all seriousness, I probably would have folded for Koga

Seeing as how Sesshomaru and I aren't talking anymore

Raggedy bitch

I feel like yea he's a safe choice because I know he'll love me unconditionally but it's nothing wrong with that

I don't always want somebody that I have to fight for

So that's how I feel about my boy Koga

And oh my goodness it's been so long since I've done one of these

Like I almost forgot how I use to do these

But you can never forget the thirst that is forever

You always end up coming back to your roots

And besides I missed y'all

But imma end it there if it's any mistakes I'll just come back and fix them

But it's like 12 in the morning and i just got the sudden urge to do this

But Imma head out ya'll stay thirsty my hoes

[awkward-and-indecisive]

The Lazy Chose Me

Gif by @crowleysfavouritedemon

Summary - Y/n wants to have a lazy day but her boyfriend, Dean, wants to take her on an impromptu date. Will she have a good time at the date or will the date, the green eyed hunter organised, be a total wreck?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - FLUFF!!! A little language, crack, lots of kissing a certain green eyed man, Dean being the best boyfriend ever, Dean being an adorable dork. Reader’s thoughts are italicised. If I’m forgetting anything please let me know!

Word Count - 4224

A/N - This randomly came to me at four in the morning. Also, I love Stitch with everything in me. 🥺😩

This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine.

Please tell me what you think about it.

FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

Happy Reading :)

*****

You were having the laziest day of your life. Sitting on your side of the bed in a hoodie and sweatpants, you were stuffing your face with popcorn while watching reruns of your favourite show. With no hunts for the day, you were having a lazy day after months and you were enjoying it way too much. Crumbs of the snacks you’ve had earlier were scattered on the bed, decorating the sheets like confetti. Little pieces of popcorn were falling everywhere but you didn’t care. And you didn’t care that you didn’t care. You were loving the fact that you had nothing to do all day but lie in bed and eat junk and be lazy and messy and ugly and dirty. You were basically a zombie for the day.

Ah! This is what dreams are made of. You thought to yourself, sighing after another episode ended. You stretched your body, a few of your joints popping due to not getting any movement for so long, and hummed happily to yourself. You pressed play on the remote, the next episode playing, and changed your position on the bed. Lying on your side, you brought up your knees to your chest, one of your hands supporting your head, and kept the popcorn bowl within arm’s reach.

You had only continued your munching for a few minutes when your green eyed sex god of a boyfriend entered the room, excitement making his huge frame shake. He stopped at the foot of the bed, bouncing on the balls of his feet and you got a little annoyed at how energetic he was being. Your eyes were still glued to the screen, hand going in the direction of the bowl, blindly picking some popcorn and gorging yourself with it.

Dean moved in front of the tv and switched it off. You let out a ‘hey!’ in protest and he came to sit beside you. You scowled at him for interrupting your plan of being a zombie all day and he kept a hand on your hip, a cheeky smile playing on his lips which told you that he was up to something.

“Get ready, sweetheart. We’re going on an impromptu date.” He said with eagerness, clapping his hands together, and you still kept scowling at him. He seemed to have figured out what was swirling around in your head and started shaking you lightly.

“Come on, Y/N! It’s been so long since we had a date night and I have the perfect thing in mind.” He whined, making puppy dog eyes. You almost gave in right there but the lazy part of you stopped you from saying yes.

“But whyyy?! I don’t want to get ready or dress up or do my hair or look pretty or take a shower. I want to spend all day in bed doing absolutely nothing.” You whined back.

“Y/n, come on! You can be lazy all you want tomorrow. And look at all this mess and you haven’t even showered?!” Your boyfriend exclaimed. You just shrugged in return. So what if I didn’t shower today? It wasn’t like I smelled. Or did I?

You shook your head to get those thoughts out of your head and pulled the covers over your head, trying to hide under them and not let Dean force you to get out of bed. He tried to snatch the covers from you, going to stand at the foot of the bed again, but you had a deathgrip on them. Of course you were no match to him when it came to strength and he managed to steal them from you, throwing them on the small chair in the room. You groaned and folded your body more, tightly wrapping your arms around your knees and burying your head in the space between your knees and chest.

Dean grabbed a hold of your ankle and easily pulled you to the end of the bed and you screamed in protest, grabbing whatever you could to hold on. To anyone else the scene would surely look extremely comical, you clutching the sheets like your life depended on it and Dean dragging you towards the end of the bed. You knew you were being childish and throwing a tantrum like a kid whose mother refused to give in to their unnecessary demand they made in a public place right now but you didn't want to leave your bed. You were so comfortable and happy spending the day there and your boyfriend was bursting your peaceful bubble of lethargy.

“Why. Are. You. So. Damn. Lazy?!” Dean huffed exasperatedly, pulling you more and more towards the edge with each word.

You finally gave up on your plan, knowing you were no match for your stupid boyfriend’s stupid strength. You swiped the strands of hair that stuck on your face from all the scuffle in annoyance, when you stood up on your feet, and looked him in the eyes.

“I didn’t choose the lazy Dean. The. Lazy. Chose. Me.” You huffed with every step you took to leave the room and go to the bathroom to get ready for your impromptu date.

Dean chuckled and shook his head at your antics, taking a pair of your jeans, your undergarments and a jumper out of the drawer to give to you since you didn’t take any with you. He dropped the clothes on the bench of the bathroom, shouting ‘don’t take too long and get ready in 45 minutes’, and came back to change his clothes too.

Rolling your eyes for the millionth time in the last hour, you dragged your boot clad feet to the bunker’s garage. You would have been spending the whole day in sweats and a hoodie and here you were now, wearing jeans and a bra. Oh how cruel life is to break my dreams like that! You internally groaned.

You found Dean humming a tune to himself while leaning against his precious Impala, legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded. His head perked up when the sound of your footsteps reached his ears and he immediately opened the passenger side door for you. You grumpily took a seat and Dean, still acting all gentlemanly, closed the door and rounded the car to take a seat in the driver’s side.

He jammed the key into the ignition and turned it, driving out of the garage. The green eyed man turned on some soft rock tunes, his fingers drumming to their tune. His whole demeanor was annoying you, testing your limits. How was he so happy after literally dragging me off the bed and stopping me from being the sack of potatoes I so desperately wanted to be all day?

“Why couldn’t we have a lazy date night in the Cave?” You asked, turning your body towards him.

“Because I can’t remember the last time we went out on a nice date and what I have planned is gonna be so much better than a lazy date night in the Cave.” He replied with confidence.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You grumbled, folding your arms.

“At least tell me where we’re going!” You whined after a few minutes had passed, stomping your foot like a child. You were really in a mood today.

“Then it won’t be a surprise.” Dean said, like it was obvious. You faced him and gave him your best puppy dog eyes, jutting out your lower lip to make the pout he could never say no to. He gave you a glance and then chuckled, “Nice try, sweetheart. But my hands are tied.”- he raised his hands in defeat and shrugged, -“I’m sorry but no can do.”

You let out a groan of frustration and decided to give up on prying information from him and just wait to see what this great plan of his was.

After a little over an hour of driving, Dean put Baby in park and you could see a tent with some lights and stuff. It was a carnival.

He brought you to a freaking carnival?!

“A carnival.” You said, judgement dripping from your voice.

“What? It’ll be fun!” He shrugged, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“I swear to god Dean if i don’t have any fun-”

“If you don’t have a good time then I’ll do whatever you want for a month.” He rambled out before you could complete your threat.

“Whatever?” You asked him, wanting to know if he was sure what he was signing himself up for. He nodded in reply and you thought about the little deal he was presenting you.

“Make it two and you have yourself a deal.” You countered, giving him a huge fake smile and putting your hand forward so you could shake on it.

“Deal!” Dean said and instead of shaking your hand, he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you like he hadn’t for years. He parted from you and you weren’t sure if you were out of breath because of the kiss or because of how good he kissed you. “That’s the way to properly seal a deal, sweetheart.” He winked and got out of the car, leaving you breathless and in a daze in the car.

You shook your head to get your brain back to working and got out of the car. You rounded and saw Dean holding his hand out for you. You couldn’t help the genuine smile and warmth that graced your cheeks. You hated how a tiny gesture from him made your heart do somersaults like a teenage girl even after all these years of knowing and dating him. Intertwining your fingers with his, you started walking towards the entry to go inside.

You were mesmerised by the hundreds of lights that were acting as a roof over your heads, looking like a galaxy of stars, as soon as you stepped foot into the carnival. You uttered a ‘Whoa!’ and could already see the smug smile forming on your boyfriend’s face. He gave you a ‘Hate to say I told you so’ look which you just ignored, pulling him towards the first stall your eyes fell on.

Dean suggested that you two eat a little before indulging in any activities and you quickly agreed since you didn’t have anything to eat all day other than those few snacks. You both opted for a hotdog and quickly finished it, feeling the hunger once the food was in your hands. The both of you roamed a little around the fair, watching everything that was on display.

The various games that were hard for normal people but to you both were as easy as pie and all the different prizes they had. A particular prize caught your eye and you memorised the stall number to visit later. The numerous contrasting foods and their delicious aromas wrapped around you like a blanket as you passed their respective stalls.

You saw a stall with flavoured lemonade and urged Dean to try some. You continued exploring while drinking the flavours of your choice. You reached the end of the ground, where the carnival was set, where a huge Ferris wheel waited for you and Dean.

You could only imagine the view you would get from the top. You tugged at your boyfriend’s jacket sleeve, stopping at the queue for the giant ride. You quickly emptied your plastic cups and threw them in the trash. You couldn’t help but notice Dean being a little nervous about the ride and found it so adorable. Dean Winchester, the best hunter in the world, was scared of a Ferris wheel.

It wasn’t long till it was your chance to sit in one of the carts. The crew guy locked the bar over your laps, securing you in. You heard Dean start humming Metallica, which you knew he did to calm himself down, as the ride started to take you up. You took his hand in yours, your thumb caressing the back of his hand. His grip on your hand tightened and you squeezed it back in reassurance, resting your head on his shoulder. You knew he was a little scared but couldn’t help and find the whole situation utterly adorable and amusing.

The wheel stopped when you were halfway to the top and you looked down to see that a couple was getting off a cart and another taking their place. You looked back at Dean, sitting next to you, and he had a funny expression on his face.

“Hey! You okay?” You asked, your brows furrowing.

He scanned his surroundings for a few seconds and then gulped, looking at you. You raised your eyebrows in question and he opened his mouth but no words came out.

“I uh...I think I’m gonna throw up.” He stuttered.

“You WHAT?!” You said, voice getting louder with shock while you let go of his hand and put as much distance as you could between the two of you. Your turn had just started and you were approximately 50 feet above ground and you had nowhere to go. Your thoughts started spiralling and you quickly rambled out, “I swear to god Dean if you throw up here I’ll kill you. Don’t even think about throwing up. Swallow it down if you have to. Don’t you dare throw up.”

“I can’t just not throw up Y/n!” He screeched.

“I don’t care!!” You said, shaking your head from side to side.

You both stared at each other in disbelief for a minute when Dean started laughing hysterically, his whole body shaking the cart. Your eyes widened when realisation hit you. He was messing with you. He wasn’t nauseous. Ugh! You hated him so much. The ride started again, taking you both up and he was still laughing.

“Asshole!” You said, smacking his arm and the cart shook a little bit.

“Whoa Y/n! I might fall!” Dean shrieked and you grumbled ‘Good!’ in reply.

You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes and looking away from him. It wasn’t long until you reached the top and as soon as you took in the view, your annoyance vaporized into thin air. You could see the whole town from up here, hundreds of lights twinkling in the distance, the cold wind blowing through your hair. It all looked so heavenly stunning.

“This is so beautiful!” You whispered in awe.

“Yeah it is.” Dean agreed with you and when you looked at him, he was looking at you. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes while a blush crept up on your cheeks making your face warm even in the cold breeze. A smug expression made its way on Dean’s face and he wiggled his brow at you, thinking of how easy it was to win you over. But before he could make a smartass comment, you crashed your lips onto his, shutting him up. He didn’t seem to mind, bringing his hand up to your cheek, his thumb caressing it, while the other one still held onto the metal bar which was your only safety.

You made out like horny teenagers the whole ride, giggling when your noses collided. You both got out of the small cart, hands entwining and began to make your way back. You were walking quietly, taking in your surroundings when out of nowhere a guy ran past you, drenching you with the milkshake he had in his hand. You gasped at the contact of the cold liquid with your body, which quickly started seeping into your clothes and making you shiver.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed looking at you, anger filling him straight away and then his green eyes gazed behind you to catch sight of that guy.

“Let it go, Dean. I need to change before I get sick.” You said, tugging at his hand.

“Okay okay. I think I saw a souvenir shop a little ahead. Let’s get you some clean clothes from there.” He said, his anger disappearing and worry taking its place.

You nodded and let him guide you to the shop, hoping they had some clothes you could wear. As much as you disliked coming here at first, you were having a good time and didn’t wanna go back home so soon.

You went into the shop, thanking everyone in this world when you found some clothes at the back. You quickly took off their tag and handed them to Dean so he could pay for them while you changed in the fitting room. You quickly got out of your milkshake soaked clothes and put them in a plastic bag. You left the fitting room, your eyes meeting with those gorgeous green ones and he chuckled, shaking his head and looking down.

“What?” You asked, feeling a little conscious.

“Nothing. I’m just not that surprised at your choice of clothing.” He said with amusement, waving his hand up and down towards your body.

You glanced down at yourself and realised that you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. You were back in your lazy clothes and chuckled too. You looked at Dean and shrugged while smirking, “What can I say? The lazy chose me.”

He grinned at you, pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss was all sweet and loving. He parted when the need for air became too much and rested his forehead on yours, whispering on your lips, “I’m starting to think it did.”

You pecked his lips one more time before taking his hand to exit the shop. You both roamed around a bit more, going on some rides and eating some food. You lost a bet to Dean, getting dizzy before him on Chair-O-Planes, resulting in him making fun of you before you kissed him to shut him up while he lost a bet to you, getting scared in the fun house once while you didn’t. You made fun of him before he applied your method of shutting him up, kissing you. You both tried a hybrid of a cake and a pie which was so fucking delicious that it left you two moaning with each bite and you instantly got a whole one packed to take home. Dean kept convincing you to call it Pieke which you kept ignoring. You also tried something called a ‘pizza cone’, it looked like a normal ice cream cone but instead of the ice cream, it had cheese and pizza sauce and the cone was made out of dough. It was easily the best kind of pizza you’ve ever had and got a few of them packed for everyone back at home.

It was safe to say that both of your stomachs were full with finger-licking food and your hearts with irreplaceable memories from tonight. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this carefree and had so much fun. You hated to admit it, but Dean was right and you were definitely not going to say that out loud and give him one more chance of being all cocky and boastful.

Both of you were lazily strolling with one of your hands carrying the bags with the food and the other interlaced with each others’. You could see the opening from where you had entered, meaning you had done everything there was to do.

“You ready to go home, sweetheart?” Dean asked, his head tilting to you while his eyes darted towards the entry/exit point.

You hummed while nodding, Dean pecking your forehead and beginning to walk again. You had just stepped out of the carnival when your brain reminded you of that stall number you had thought of visiting before and you quickly shrieked, “WAIT!!”

He stopped in his tracks, turning to you with his brows raised, “What?”

“Uh, I remembered something I have to do.” You gave him a vague reply, not looking him in the eye.

“Okay, let’s go do it then.” He said, turning to walk back inside.

“NO!! No no.” You yelped, pushing on his shoulders to turn him back. He gave you a perplexed look and you awkwardly said, “You don’t have to come. Plus I kinda gotta do it alone.”

“Okaaay..” Dean said, unsure.

“Alright! So I'll meet you at the car in 20.” You hastily rambled out, pecking his lips and made your way back to the stall you had earlier seen in the night, leaving a dumbfounded Dean behind.

You were walking back to the car, a giant rainbow slinky in your hands, which were behind your back, to hide the toy from him. You saw how heartbroken he was, when the one Sam had gotten him on a case, got broken. You just wanted to see his whole face light up and give you that huge smile that lit up your world. You had seen the slinky displayed as a prize on the Ring Toss game and had won it for your boyfriend easily, your hunter skills coming handy.

You saw Dean leaning against the Impala, a mischievous look on his face, something blue and huge peeking out from where he was hiding it behind him. You squinted your eyes to figure out what he was hiding but failed to make anything out.

“What you got there, Y/n?” Dean questioned, nodding to your hands, amusement painted all over his face.

“I could ask the same.” You smirked, raising one of your eyebrows.

“Well as they say, ‘Ladies first’” He winked and you chuckled.

“You’re gonna need your hands for this one and they’re a little busy as far as I can tell.” You said, wiggling your brows at him.

Realisation hit him and you chuckled at his puzzled expression at what to do with whatever was in his hands. He told you to close your eyes and not open them until he shoved the thing he had in his hands in Baby through the window. He gave you the green light to open his eyes. You gave out a count of three out loud and then brought the slinky in front of you. Dean gasped, his whole face lighting up with a million megawatt smile, just like you had imagined, lighting up your whole world in the process.

“No! Oh, you’re the best girlfriend EVER!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOU’RE SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!” Dean blurted out, voice raising with each word, probably on cloud nine right now. Your face heated up at his words but you just dismissed them, mumbling ‘yeah yeah’ while looking down at your feet.

“Okay time for your surprise!”- He said, remembering what he had stuffed in the window earlier, -“Close your eyes.”- he insisted, turning around to get it out of the car while you shut your eyes, -”And no cheating!” You chuckled at his childish behaviour, loving it all the same.

“You need some help with that?” You teased him, after a few minutes passed and you heard him struggling to get it out of the car. He grunted an ‘almost done’ making you chuckle again.

“Alright, open up, sweetheart.” He said.

“YOU DID NOT!!” You gasped as you saw what he was holding in his hands, happy tears making your eyes blurry, reminding you of your childhood.

You instantly took the giant, almost as big as you, Stitch stuffed plush from his arms, squeezing it tightly against yourself. You couldn’t believe he got that for you. That little alien meant the world to you.

“I saw it at a shooting game after you left and I just couldn’t not get it for you. I know how much you love the movie and this weird guy. And also this is compensation if you didn’t have a good time tonight.” He told you and you looked up at him.

“Dean I...this...YOU are the best boyfriend in this universe and all the others. You don’t know how much this means to me...I...I love you.” You stuttered, words not coming to you as your feelings overwhelmed you, your voice getting smaller at the end.

He stepped forward, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you passionately while his large hands cupped your face. You kissed him back with the same passion, pouring all the feelings you felt into it, immense love for a certain green eyed man being the biggest. You parted when the need for oxygen became too much and rested your forehead on his.

“You should find yourself a new bed to sleep in because I just found a new cuddle buddy I won’t be letting go of any time soon.” You teased him, a smile playing on your lips.

“Pfft yeah right.” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, sorry Stitch, unfortunately I kinda love him the most.” You said with mock sadness in your tone.

“Unfortunately my ass!” He grumbled and you laughed at that.

“I love you. So so much.” You said, pecking his lips.

“I know. Now get your cute butt in the car. It’s getting late and we gotta go home.” He said, lightly smacking your ass as you rounded the car to take a seat.

“Plus, I gotta show you just how much I love you for getting me that slinky.” He winked, suggestively, getting into the car.

“Oh I can’t wait.” You winked back.

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