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flowersandbigteeth · 2 years

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Your centaur boyfriend buys some muffins

General Plot: Your best customer comes in to buy some muffins, only he isn't who you thought he was.

Word Count: 2k

Centaur (Echo) x female fairy reader

W: a bit of gore, minor character injuries, yandere behavior, sfw monster, yandere fluff, kidnapping

You wouldn’t think that centaurs liked baked goods, but Echo did. He’d been coming to your little bakery, Merri Muffins, for a few years and with some passing conversations you’d gotten to know him a bit. You knew little nuggets of information about him, he’d dropped here and there in conversation.

He never said what he did for work, but you knew his favorite kind of music was jazz and that he liked to get up early to watch the sunrise. He practiced archery, but only because it was traditional and good exercise and he liked dogs.

It would be a lie to say you hadn’t developed a crush on him since he’d started coming in.

It was hard not to be flustered by him. He was so big, as all centaurs were, with dark gray fur on his flank and lighter silver hair pulled back into a low ponytail. His dark gray eyes were mysterious and maybe a little bit calculating.

He always wore a black blazer over a t-shirt that stretched over his wide chest. The most mysterious and maybe your favorite feature of his face was the long, deep scar that ran down his forehead, over one eye and down his cheek.

You felt like it was unprofessional to hit on a customer so you’d never pushed for anything, maintaining an affable friendship.

“There’s my busy bee,” he said affectionately as he approached the counter.

“Good morning Echo, want to try something new today?” you asked.

He always did. You used him as your test customer for your newest recipes.

“Whatcha got for me?” he asked, looming over you.

Your bakery was up to code and had doors and ceilings sized for centaurs and other large beings, but as a small fairy you were a short stack when compared to him. After pulling your latest creation out of the display you manifested your silvery wings and fluttered up quite a bit until you were eye level, holding out the treat to him.

“It’s blackberry rosemary,” you said, hovering in front of him while he took a bite, “to be honest. It’s kind of an experiment.”

A smile bloomed on his face and he nodded.

“It’s heavenly!” he beamed, “but I’m going to be honest, it’s a little high end. Your average banana nut lover is not going to want to risk it.”

You twisted your lip and nodded, tapping your chin with your finger.

“That’s a good point,” you said, “maybe I’ll put it on my catering menu. They tend to order the more specialized stuff.”

You sank back down to the floor as he finished the muffin in a few bites, licking his thick fingers when he was done.

“Can I get a few more for the road?” he asked.

You packed him a few of the blackberry rosemary and tossed in a couple of apple cinnamon ones because they were his favorite. Just as you were about to hand the bag to him, there was a crash at the front of the store.

There was a lot of shouting and yelling, while you watched an orc and a werewolf were at each other’s throats. They weren’t paying attention to where their fight was going and ended up wrestling in the middle of your dining room, knocking over chairs and knocking holes in the walls.

To your shock Echo pulled a silver gun from his pocket and fired a few shots into the ceiling. This wasn’t a normal gun, but one designed for large creatures that didn’t go down easily. It was thick in his hand and loud. You squealed in surprise. The two monsters stopped for a moment, turning their attention to Echo, who was aiming the gun at them a little loosely as if he’d done it a thousand times before.

“Someone better tell me what this is about,” he bit out.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t the Echo you knew, either. It was cold and commanding.

They both stuttered some curses and broke away from each other holding up their hands.

“Fuck, Echo,” one of them said, backing up.

“You know you’re in the wrong territory,” he said evenly.

“It was just an accident, we swear,” one of them said.

The other nodded his head vigorously.

“Well?” Echo snapped.

“Just a spat over a girl,” one of them said, eyeing the other with a bit of acid in his gaze.

“So you came to mine to have it out?”

“Like I said it was an accident,” the orc reiterated.

Echo sauntered between them, lowering the gun. His hooves clicked on the floor, echoing in the silent space. You watched his silver tail thrash with annoyance. He was not happy.

Before he passed them, he aimed it at the floor and shot them both in the foot one after the other so fast you didn’t have time to scream.

Instead you heard their screams and they crumpled into each other in pain. The gun hadn’t just shot neat holes in their feet, it had blasted half of each of their feet off.

The bloody stumps were leaking all over your parquet floor. He returned the gun to its holster in his jacket and dragged their screaming bodies out of the hole they made in the front window. Dumping them in the street to find their own way home.

When he was done he walked back casually and plucked the bag of muffins out of your hand. You were frozen in front of him, your mouth hanging open.

“I’m sorry you had to see that little bee,” he said, looking down at you, “the neighborhood has gotten bad. Looks like the Herd has some cleaning up to do.”

You snapped your mouth shut, swallowing thickly.

You’d heard of the Herd. The shady gang whose name was whispered around town. If you wanted to buy girls, guns, or drugs, they were the centaurs you wanted to find. Everyone on your block paid them protection fees except you. Oddly, you’d never been threatened by one of their enforcers into paying. You figured they thought a muffin shop wouldn’t make enough to extort and just thanked the goddess for your fortune.

There had been no reason for you to believe Echo was one of them just because he was a centaur. It wasn’t like a gangster would be buying muffins. Only…he did.

He looked around your destroyed shop, taking a bite of another muffin, then looked down at you.

“I suppose I can’t leave you here,” he said, “their bosses will be coming looking for revenge soon and you’re a witness.”

He swallowed the rest of the pastry then reached down and hoisted you up in his hands. Frightened, you manifested your wings and tried to flutter away from him, but his grip was strong. He folded your wings down until they were pinned and you willed them out of existence. They were useless anyway and it was uncomfortable to have pressure on the delicate tissue.

“Don’t be scared,” he said, “I’ll take good care of you little bee.”

Little did you know Echo had been waiting for an opportunity like this. He’d been head over heels for you since he bought a muffin from you at the Farmer’s Market, before you even had your shop and you just ran a rickety little stand. You’d been so cute with your delicious, home baked muffins and bright smile.

Love with him wasn’t easy, though. There was too much at risk, the stakes too high. If you were his girl. You were his. Completely. How could he explain that to you in a way that wouldn’t send you running?

But now he had an excuse to capture you. He’d done a million other fucked up things, why not take an innocent little fairy baker to top it off? He’d always looked out for you. Never charging you protection fees like the other businesses he extorted and keeping an eye on your house. Your landlord never raised your rent because he bullied him out of it at knifepoint. You’d gotten the loan for your business, despite being just out of cooking school and having no credit because he’d blackmailed the head of the bank into approving it. In a certain sense, you were already his, he reasoned.

With you pinned in one arm he pulled out his phone and hit a number.

“Come get me,” he barked into the phone with no preamble before shoving it back into his pocket.

You didn’t have time to think about your wrecked store and that you were just abandoning it as Echo marched down the street with you in his arms as if nothing had happened. A minute later a truck appeared with a trailer big enough to transport a centaur and he hopped in the back. The inside was nice, furnished with a small wet bar and a leather cushion big enough for his body. He sat down with you, stroking your hair.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked.

“What…what is happening right now?” you responded with a question, still staring at him with wide eyes.

His usual sweet smile was back.

“I’m making you my woman, busy bee,” he said, booping you on the nose.

His phone rang before you could respond and he picked it up.

“Yeah? Figured. Light em up.”

He hung up the phone and turned his attention back to you.

“I hate that you have to see such frightening things,” he pouted, “were you scared?”

“I’m very scared right now,” you said honestly.

He pet your head.

“Don’t worry about a thing,” he assured you, “as long as you do as you're told everything will be just fine. I’m very good at managing things. I manage the whole Herd.”

You gulped.

“Y-you?” you asked, your voice hoarse.

He grinned and nodded.

“Are you surprised?”

“I’m very surprised,” you admitted and he preened under what he perceived as praise.“We are going to have so much fun together my sweet bee,” he said, tugging your hair out of the ponytail it was in and carding the strands, “now that I have you all to myself.”

#centaur #centaur x reader #monster x reader #monster x girl #monster fluff #yandere fluff #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x female reader

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nikholascrow · 9 months

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Christmas at the Potter’s - word count: 673 - merry fucking christmas to everyone who celebrates and big hugs to everyone who’s holiday experience has sucked because of family

It was James’ idea. Why must James Potter be bane of his existence first stealing the heart of his best friend and then having the audacity to be nice to Evan and him as well? Barty did not under any circumstances like James Potter. Ever. But now sitting in the Potters’ living room squished between Regulus and a very Sleepy Evan, maybe Barty liked James a Little bit, But only because the couch was so crowded that Evan was partly in his lap and had his head resting on Barty’s shoulder.

James’ grand scheme began one night in the slytherin dorms a week before christmas holidays,

James propped himself up on his elbows and looked up at his boyfriend excitedly “Reg if i turn into prongs would you charm my nose to glow red so i’d look like Rudolph?”

“So you'd look like who?” Regulus looked somewhere between wildly perplexed and mildly entertained.

“like the reindeer- ya know the one with the red nose?”

Evan glanced over from his bed where’d he’d been writing an essay “why on earth would a reindeer have a red nose?”

“He pulls Santa’s sleigh- ya know to bring the presents?” James was looking increasingly more distressed.

Barty sat up from his place next to Evan and asked the question that pushed James over the edge “Who the bloody fuck is Santa?”

what followed was the most chaotic description of Christmas Barty had ever heard after which James realized not a single one of the slytherin boys in the room had ever experienced a proper Christmas.

Less than two days later James plopped down at the slytherin table next to Regulus much to the confusion of most of the contents of the great hall and declared “It’s done!”

all three boys stared at him blankly but Regulus was the first to speak “what’s done-“

James beamed “You’re all coming to mine for Christmas this year! I’ve already asked mum and told Sirius and Remus and Peter and… what?” as if he had just registered how absolutely confuzzled they all looked.

So here Barty was crammed on a couch with Remus, Sirius, Peter, James, Regulus and Evan, his best friend who he definitely did not have a Crush on. Remus, his favorite of the Gryffindors, kept shooting him knowing looks and he was Rapidly dropping down in Barty’s ranking of everyone squished onto the crowded couch at the moment. Barty just glared back at him. Honestly He thought Evan was asleep until elbow jabbed painfully into his ribs and he looked over to see Evan's terrifyingly unreadable Hazel eyes.

then the dazzlingly beautiful blonde had the bloody audacity to smirk at him and push a small perfectly wrapped gift into his hands “merry christmas Bee”

Barty eagerly ripped away the perfect emerald green paper and opened the small box it had encased, the box contained a small oval locket and within that was a picture of him and Evan taken sometime during the summer before 5th year Barty had one an arm draped around Evan and they both wore lazy content smiles Barty remembered that moment it had been perfect he’d prayed it would never end. Bartys face went red and the butterflies that followed could be more accurately described as a rabid raccoon clawing at the walls of his stomach. Barty opened his mouth to thank Evan to say anything but nothing came out, a few minutes of silence later in which Barty was painfully aware of the way Evan was smirking at him he managed to form a complete sentence

“merry christmas Ev” he shoved his messily wrapped gift into Evan's hands unceremoniously and looked anywhere but Evan. Said target of his unfortunately placed affections slowly unwrapped the gift careful not to rip the delicate navy paper, and held up a pretty beaded bracelet Barty has made himself detailed with a silver rose charm. Evan didn’t say anything, just slipped the bracelet on his wrist and curled back up against Barty.

God he was gonna kill James.

#marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter #regulus black #james being the literal sunshine #evan rosier #non toxic rosekiller #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #barty x evan #evan x barty #nikos marauders fics #rosekiller fic #rosekiller fanfics #rosekiller microfic #fuck jkr

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shywhumpauthor · 2 years

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Masterpost

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The Prince of a Bloodstained Game (completed)

My first ever series, made a while ago. Royal Whumper Leonidas, spy Whumpee who was sent to kill him Harlow. My advice, just don't. Don't go there. I haven't looked back. Who knows what horrors await in my old writing

A Drop Of Honey

Probably my most consistent series tbh, ongoing for months. I only work on it when requested. Bitch Whumpee called Bee, no other characters are worthy of names. We've got Friend and Whumper, that's it

Red Stained Riches

(Whumptober 2022) Kaden shouldn't have gone to the party. Rich creepy whumper named Mathias. Ongoing.

Surveillence

Whumpuary 2022. Ignore how the first 12 parts are nameless, I’m slowly going back to fix it. Noah is a spy, and hell is he in over his head

Landline

Coriander took a turn a bit too fast during a storm, and they ended up on the wrong person’s doorstep.

To the Victor the Spoils

A choose-your-own-adventure, interactive whump series

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honeyed-poet · 6 months

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As you all know, for as much as preds can be dangerous, I am on good terms with many of them. They really are people just like you and me… and for those who get close enough, those who win my heart and who I have come to trust… well… Sometimes their stays at my little cottage get extended… and sometimes, if they have such magics that allow them to reform their hands they, I have been known to willingly give them a taste of me.

One such instance came in the form of a lovely young woman who appeared on my doorstep one Merry evening. She looked so innocent and beautiful, not to mention far shorter than I, that I immediately mistook her for a lost prey. So of course, I invited her in, poured her a glass of wine, and conversed with her for a while… some small voice at the back of my mind told me something was off, but she was such a delight. So charming and a pleasure to converse with, that I pushed such inhibitions aside…

Alas, as the night continued, we both continued to imbibe wine, and in our drunken state, her true nature was revealed, I consented to some “safe experimentation”… and was caught so easily, slipping down her throat and into her stomach.

She fully intended to release me, of course, but soon passed out in my bed… that should have been the end of me, had she not dusted me with an intriguing blue herb she found in the forest beforehand…

Long story short, I reformed on couch in the morning, she was delighted to see me alive.. and now, she tends to my house while I’m away on adventures. Cooking, cleaning, caring for the bees, and gobbling up any unwelcome or unpleasant guests.

And every time I return home? What better way to thank her than a long blissful evening catching up… before serving as a very special dinner.

This is wonderful for both parties, of course. She gets the opportunity to have a good meal, to share my soft bed, and I get to experience all the joys and comfort of a warm, tight stomach without fear of meeting my final end…

Of course; this does lead to some awkward situations when an old friend or colleague or a fellow adventurer arrives at my cottage seeking shelter… at the very moment when my voracious roommate as recently enjoyed a hearty Poet dinner.

Having heard the tales of the poet who had written so many tips and tales of how to survive in a world full of predators, and whose cottage had become a safe haven for prey of all kinds. Where you could always find a hot cup of tea and a kindly word from the jovial honey boy... And now.. there he is. Nothing but a bump on the belly of a beautiful girl, who is now occupying his home, reading his books, drinking his tea.. and seemingly wearing his adventuring cloak as a blanket...

In the eyes of that poor stranger, the poet's book full of survival tips would now be better served as an epitaph for all the good it did its author. But all the while, I couldn't be happier or more blissfully unaware of what's going on outside. I'm safe and secure inside someone I love. Knowing only that she's up and moving, making me sway lightly in her gut as she answers the door.. And alas.. What happens next would not be for the recently ingested boy to decide. I'm right where I want to be, and indisposed until my companion has had some time to process me...

To be fair, anyone I would invite to live with me would still be a gracious host! Welcoming the prey in. and sitting on them, feeling them squirm beneath the weight of her prey- enhanced cheeks from many previous meals, and my still-solid form. Listening in as she slowly digests the very person they were planning on seeking shelter from.

And at length, once I've stopped happily squirming and my outline starts to become more soft and indistinct... she can devour them in that gap where I'm cream-of poet stew, but still need some time to finish beingprocessed... not reformed just yet.

I only hope they wouldn't fight her to the point that her tummy gets hurt and sore again.…. I would have just gotten down massaging and tending to her poor abused digestive system!

And just imagine that hapless prey'ssurprise when they wake up to the two of us cuddling on the couch, myself having reformed sometime before. And with a hearty laugh and a friendly smile, I offer them a cup of tea and some free honeyfor their trouble, and send them on theirway with a story to tell..

My goodness.…. such rumours would be spread after that. But it'd be worth it.

#vore belly #female pred #vore digestion #male prey #fatal vore #vore story #vore rp #oral vore #vore roleplay #same size vore #soft vore

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sanguinelupus · 8 months

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CANON REWRITE VERSE: KLAUS IS CURED.

this is quite literally based on a dream i had last night, but it's a concept i've wanted to play with for a while. for now all i have are a few bullet points, but once i get the full verse fleshed out, it will be in my doc.

katherine never gives the cure to elijah in S4 of TVD. instead, the both of them hatch a plan to use it on klaus. elijah wants klaus to experience humanity again in a very long winded and roundabout way of getting to klaus's redemption. elijah feels that if klaus is human (as human as he can be), it might lead to actual change in his brother. katherine obviously wants klaus to be human for much more selfish reasons, but it's justified given everything he's done to her.

the plan gets delayed because of hayley getting pregnant. elijah wants to back out because having klaus as a hybrid is more protection for his child, and he believes that the child itself could be klaus's redemption. katherine convinces elijah that as he is, klaus would not be a good parent, but he might be if he were solely a werewolf. her argument is that immortality gives klaus an out, he can always say "i'll fix it later, i have forever" but his kid doesn't have forever; they're going to grow up and he will miss all of it if he puts it off. elijah agrees.

after S2 of the originals is when elijah gives the cure to klaus. with the esther, mikael, and dahlia drama, elijah had put it off again. klaus needed to be able to protect hope to the best of his ability, but after esther and dahlia are killed, elijah puts the cure in a glass of wine and toasts to 'new beginnings' with klaus. klaus passes out and wakes up no longer a vampire.

OTHER IMPORTANT THINGS:

my headcanon for klaus's physical age is 22. he will begin aging from there.

because i hate the plot point that once the cure is gone from your blood, you age rapidly and die within a few weeks, i'm removing it. i think it would be fun to have silas come after klaus, so to keep tvd canon canon, he can do that, get the cure from klaus's blood, and be on his merry lil sewer side way.

because he is no longer a hybrid, klaus's blood no longer heals werewolf bites for vampires. however, due to this headcanon of mine, there is still some of his hybrid blood to spare for emergencies.

beatrice (or freya in verses where bee doesn't exist) makes a moonlight ring for klaus so he isn't forced to turn on every full moon, and can still shift at will.

because of how ridiculously old klaus is for a werewolf, he is still extremely strong and fast. he is stronger than a normal vampire (he would still be stronger than a vampire katherine's age) but is nowhere near as strong as his siblings are.

obviously, klaus's relationship with elijah becomes extremely strained after he's cured. during S3, he bites elijah in an attempt to fulfill the family part of lucien's prophecy, but regrets it and ends up getting some of his hybrid blood to cure elijah. he still holds a grudge though, and throws it in elijah's face quite often.

klaus can do magic now. he is not good at it, and no one wants to teach him how to be good at it in fear of what he might do with it. however, in verses where she exists -- beatrice begins trying to teach him the basics in secret, and this causes their relationship to get stronger and them to grow closer to each other. elijah finds out about this and is pleased with how well his plan is actually working.

if you'd like to interact with klaus within this verse, feel free to message me!

#HEADCANONS.#VERSES.#that one zelda nerd is speaking ; ooc #VERSE: BLOOD OF THE WOLF

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bluepotion85 · 1 month

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 12

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

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Zoro

The run to the merry was the hardest thing I have done in half a year. My body was drenched in sweat by the time I boarded,

I try not to make it that obvious. They haven't seen me in months, and I can't imagine their reactions when they see the five hundred and fifty pounds of mass in front of them.

The only point of reference I have is Nami and Luffy.

Luffy didn't react at all to my weight, but he has never been the brightest at “spotting the difference.”

“Why are you acting all funny, Zoro? Haha. Quit playing; we have to get out,” He said while we ran back to the ship, and I huffed like a hippo with every step I took.

Nami, on the other hand, was more concerned. She was shocked beyond belief when she broke into Tesoro’s quarters to find me. I had to explain that my weight wasn't a devil fruit power or trick from Tesoro.

She sighed in defeat and took my word for it. I noticed her worried look with every wince and huff I gave. It's not like her breasts didn't double in size during the two years we were training; this is a pretty similar situation when you think about it.

Once on board, the first thing I see is a ball of fur latching itself to my face.

“Zoro!!!” Chopper said, hugging me with all his tiny raccoon body.

Luffy saw the opportunity and wrapped his arms around me as well. They both squeezed like I was the rubber man in the crew. These idiots will kill me after saving me; how I missed them.

Holding my breath, I let them have all the time they need to welcome me back.

“We’ve been so worried about you!” Chopper said, wiping his tears and dropping from my face.

“I'm so happy to have you back, Zoro,” Luffi said, still strangling me.

His arms sank into my flesh while I started to turn blue.

“Luffy! That's enough; let go of him,” Nami said.

After beating Luffy away from me, the rest of the gang got to see me. Except for Chopper, they all looked just like Nami did. They were shocked, worried, puzzled, and one that seemed so amazed.

“What happened to the moss head? Did they try to feed you to death?” Sanji said, laughing historically.

My cheeks turn red while my teeth grind.

“What do you mean? He looks the same as always,” said Chopper.

“Come on, Chopper. Don’t you see? He looks just like the cheap knockoff moss head in Sabaody archipelago,” Sanji replied.

Chopper looks at me with all his attention and gasps.

“Zoro, you are having an allergic reaction! We have to get you treated right away,” Chopper said, running to my side and trying to pull me to the infirmary.

“Don't worry, Chopper. I'm fine,” I replied.

He looked up at me, and his face was filled with a relieved smile, followed by widened eyes. His hooves poked at my leg, feeling the softer flesh. He understands the situation now.

“Don't listen to curly eyebrows. He is just jealous that the cooks there made better food than him,” I replied mockingly.

Sanji looks at me angrily. He dashes towards me until our foreheads clash.

“And what would you know of good food? I'm sure they serve you slop, and you eat it up, cactus head,” He spat at me.

“There's no time for this; we have to get out of here. Sanji, get the sails ready,” Nami said.

“Yes, Nuami—chuan!” the idiot cook said before gliding to work. If everyone is the same, it's no surprise this horndog hasn't changed either.

“Where is everyone else?” I asked, looking around.

“Franky, Robin, and Usopp went ahead of us and infiltrated Wano. Trafalgar and the others are waiting for us there,” Brook said, handing me a handkerchief.

“To wipe up the sweat, you look exhausted. Besides, I don't need it. I can't sweat as a skeleton, yohohoho,” Brook added.

Putting on my best smile, I use the handkerchief and bite my tongue.

Everyone runs to positions to get the ship out on the sea as soon as possible. What can I do that won't let me look like a huffing pig halfway through?

I dread moving beyond this point; my legs are killing me from the walk. But I knew this day would come, and my journey back to normalcy would be challenging, so I might just get started.

“Zoro, you better take a break with Luffy. You both have been through enough,” Nami said.

Luffy deflated from his gear four form and had been huffing for air since his battle with Tesoro ended. He used the last of his energy just to hug me on board. He is now sleeping on the floor with the softest of smiles. He seems confident in our victory even when we are not out of danger.

“Okay,” I replied, sitting beside Luffy.

At least the awkward explanation of why I ended up like this will wait until we are off enemy fire. By the night's end, everyone was too exhausted to seek answers, so we went to bed.

The feeling of the bunk bed under my skin was the biggest victory in the world. I was back home.

With a sigh, I entered the kitchen for breakfast the following day. Everyone was already there getting their servings. They looked at me briefly before continuing with their food, but I could tell they wanted to ask.

I was about to break the silence and tell them what happened with Tesoro when the idiot cook opened his mouth.

“So, will you tell us how you ended up bigger than Big Mom?” he said mockingly.

“Sanji, we agreed not to ask right away!” Nami shouted back.

“Yeah, besides, he is not that big!” Chopper said.

“I'm also curious to know what happened,” Luffy said nonchalantly.

Our doctor and navigator both glared at him; while they battered our captain, I cleared my throat and took a seat at the table.

“While you were all risking your life, Tesoro took his time getting me like this as a joke. You all struggled through hell while I sat on my ass doing nothing,” I said.

The kitchen falls silent; Nami lets go of Luffy as she embraces me in a hug.

“You were trapped; you didn't have a choice. We would have saved you regardless of what happened while you were there,” She said.

Chopper followed her lead and hugged me as tightly as his tiny body could afford.

“It doesn't matter how much you grew; we will help you lose the weight in no time,”

Brook came from behind me and wrapped us in his arms.

“Don't worry, my brother of thick bones; we are happy to have you back no matter what,” he said, tears rolling out of his eye sockets.

“I like the new look. It makes you look more intimidating; I bet none of the emperors have a swordsman, even half your size! Hahaha,” Luffy said proudly.

Sanji just shrugged and placed a plate in front of me. Onigiri and freshly made miso soup.

“Eat up, we still have things to do besides getting your fat ass in shape,” he said.

The rest of the crew lets go of me, and we all dig in. The food was good, but I was still hungry by the time I finished everything.

It was Sanji and Luffy’s turn to wash the dishes, so we left the kitchen and got busy with other tasks on the ship.

Brook is helping Nami steer the ship while Chopper and I clean.

Chopper must notice my sweating ass struggling to keep up because the next thing I see is him turning into a bigger version of himself, taking a second broom and rushing to clean in record time.

“Dot exert yourself too much, Zoro. You are just getting back into the rhythm of things. Follow your big bro's lead, and you will be back in shape in no time,” He said, swiping the floors.

“Thanks, Chopper,” I said.

“The newspapers arrived; they have the story!” Nami said.

We stopped what we were doing and gathered around Nami as she read the article about the raid at the Grand Tesoro. Those guys got the news fast. It hasn't been a day, and the report is out.

According to the Marines, after Donquijote tipped them off, they went straight to Tesoro’s Island to capture him. It's not like they have been dealing with him for years or anything.

The rest of the article is garnished with bullshit about how heroic they were in releasing Tesoro’s prisoners and how Carina took control of the ship's operations after the raid.

The article didn't even mention us. Of course, they wouldn't want to admit that we did most of the work and escaped to add insult to injury.

“Against all odds, Guild Tesoro stays at large, in big help to the interference of the revolutionary army during the raid efforts,” Nami read.

“So he managed to escape anyway? What a monster,” Brook said, looking at the newspaper.

“He doesn’t give up easily,” I said, looking at Tesoro's freshly printed wanted poster.

He hated to be paired with pirates, and now he has a bounty like the rest of us.

“I'm still unsure what Tesoro was doing out at sea. Was he crazy enough to go out of his territory just to kill us?” Nami asked.

“It wouldn't be the first time someone goes as far just for us,” the idiot cook said.

“You saw that laser attack he used on the marine fleet? If he wanted to sink us, he could have tried,” Nami replied.

The color drained from her face as the prospect dawned on her.

“Maybe he wanted us alive, capture us to make a show once we were back on the ship,” Brook added.

“I don't know which one would be worse, but okay enough of this. What matters is that we escaped that situation, and we can move on,” Nami said, folding the newspaper.

Or maybe he just wanted to recapture me. What Brook said sounds more like him, but the more I think about it, the less wild my idea sounds. After fooling around with him for weeks, could he grow that attached?

My new ability may be stronger than I imagined.

“Are you okay, Zoro?” Chopper asked.

“Yeah, I'm just glad to be back,” I said.

Regardless of what made Tesoro leave his ship and attack the Marines. One thing is accurate, and it's that his little stunt saved our asses.

To begin with, he might be the person responsible for getting us into that chaos. But at least he went away doing one good thing.

I can finally enjoy the sea breeze against my face without the boundaries of his quarters.

“Great! Oh, Before I forget, are you ready for your physical examination?” Chopper said.

“Well, I wanted to train today. Can we do it tomorrow?” I asked to test my luck.

“Come on, Zoro. It's going to be fast. Besides, What if you got any weird sickness under that maniac's care? I need to make sure you are well,” he replied.

Chopper looked at Nami for backup, and she sighed.

“For every extra day you miss your medical exam, I will add a thousand berries to your debt,” She said.

“Wait, what? Why?” I asked.

“Just take the exam, Zoro. That's final,” she said, folding the newspaper and walking inside.

That woman is the devil.

“And take a shower already, you reek. Wait for me, Nami-chan,” Sanji said, following Nami inside.

Brook got close to me and sniffed the air around me.

“I don't notice anything, but what do I know? I don't have a nose, yohoho,” he said.

“Come on, Chopper. Let's get this over with,” I said, walking to the infirmary.

He followed along and quickly got my measurements once we got inside. We called it a day after taking some blood and running some exams.

“I will have your results in no time. In the meantime, why don't you go to the training room and try to get back in action? Talksaid eagerly.

I saved myself from an even bigger debt. But I have a raccoon -dog as my trainer.

Having the rest of the day by myself, I went up to the training room. Damn it, why did Franky put that room so high up? This ladder is killing me. This may count as my workout already.

It takes me ten minutes to pant on the floor like a dog. It's my first day back; this is enough for now. As my body drifted into sleep, I wished the two months it would take us to reach Wano would go quickly.

My weight would return to normal by then.

That thought is mixed with dread; what if I'm still fat by then?

What can I do to help against Kaido if I'm getting winded climbing a ladder?

I keep that in mind as my motivation for the next week as I try to keep my workout routine stable and cut down on food.

Sadly, it was easier said than done. Trying to curve my appetite has only made things worse. The longer I try to cut down, the wilder my hunger gets.

The thought of stuffing my face with food becomes constant, and it seems like I am losing my mind, especially with this heat going unchecked.

My need for release is still as strong as ever, especially during and after a meal. But with everyone around, it's been a pain to try and get off.

It feels like I'm in the cage again, with the wildest hunger of my life. Food is at my grasp, but there is no way of having enough, or at least not without getting myself in more trouble.

That's why I'm trying to fall asleep and not go to the kitchen. But the hunger is killing me. My stomach rumbles so loudly I'm sure everyone could hear it if not for Luffy’s snores.

My brain tries to focus on why I shouldn’t leave the quarters.

But- I need just a piece of Neptunian meat or an onigiri, and that's all.

I can do it quickly.

Nobody would care if a single onigiri was missing.

Drool runs down my chin as I imagine all the “single snacks” I could have. My body almost moves on its own as I make my way out of the quarters.

Once in the kitchen, I go to the fridge; the idea of eating just one thing goes out the window immediately. If I'm already risking it, I'll go all the way.

By the end of my raid, the kitchen was half empty, but at least my stomach was satisfied for the first time in days.

I clean up as best as possible and hurry back to my bed, hoping nobody notices.

Things turned out fine.

The following day, things were as usual on the ship. Everyone tried to keep themselves busy, not daring to take another fee from Nami.

Chopper is keeping up with his studies of medicine.

Nami updates her maps based on where the crew traveled under Tesoro's command.

I can't be bothered to check what the stupid cook is doing. He’s been avoiding me harder than usual, not that I mind.

Brook composes new music while Luffy dances to the beat inside a cage.

Everyone assumed he was the one who raided the kitchen last night, so they grounded him for the rest of the day. He doesn't seem to mind, so I let it slide, promising myself I won't do this again.

The days passed, and the results of my exams came in. Chopper read my blood values for a while before asking me to step on the scale.

My eyes grew wide as he looked at me happily.

560 pounds. Instead of losing any weight, I gained ten pounds in a week or so.

“So, Zorro. Would you like to try a new diet?” he asked.

“Chopper, I appreciate the effort, but I'm eating as much as everyone. I'm sure I’ll lose this weight in no time,“ I replied, ignoring the obvious problem.

“I know it's you who steals from the kitchen at night,” he said, side-eyeing me.

All color drained from my body for good.

“Okay, I might be having a little snack here and there. But-“

“We had to stop at port for an emergency refill since the pantry was emptied out yesterday,” he said worried.

“Maybe I've been hungrier than I imagined. Look, this bigger body requires more food to function. I'm just listening to what it's asking of me,” I replied.

“I get it, Zoro. I only want to help you.”

“I appreciate it, but trust me, I can deal with it. Besides, I can always count on the best doctor in the world to look after me,” I said with a smile.

“Your compliment won't work with me, you asshole!” He said with the biggest smile in the world. Our doctor is weak to compliments, as always.

My test results came back normal, and with his worries gone, Chopper smiled and jumped off his chair.

That was a close call. I need to cover my tracks better the next time I go to the kitchen.

What am I saying? I shouldn't be going at all.

With a sigh of defeat, I plop my back on the floor mat as I enter the training room.

My belly roars like an engine, and my dick rises under my belly after I have caught my breath. Fuck, they are never satisfied.

After the rescue mission, I used seawater to remove the dick cage and nipple clamps from my body. The gold breaks into flakes after contact with the water. It was helpful to pay back some of my debt to Nami. Of course, she doesn't need to know where the gold came from.

But weirdly enough, the golden plug came off of me without having to use the seawater. I momentarily thought about melting it with the rest of the golden flakes. But I'm already desperate for ways to deal with my hunger to start worrying about my leaking ass.

So, I kept it. It keeps some of my juices in check, and it has been helping me to get just enough stimulation to get off.

I've been trying to relieve myself in the training room more often than working out. Nobody comes up here anymore, so I play with myself for as long as needed.

Butt instead of helping me get my mind out of the kitchen, it has only made things worst. I crave food every time I cum, and the longer I try to starve myself, the harder it is for me to cum.

It goes so bad I'm only managing to cum when I have food in my mouth. The day passes with me trying desperately to cum, but I simply can't seem to push myself beyond the point I need.

The idea of sneaking into the kitchen again to rub one off is too tempting, but if anyone finds me in one of my nightly binges, I won't be able to show my face again. Not to mention, Nami will charge me for every extra detour we take to restock the pantries.

I try to resist the craving, but the more I try to stay put, the more my head is filled with cured meat, pastries, jam, cheese, bread, and everything in between.

Okay, I'm doing this quickly, one last time, and afterward, there will be no more nightly escapes.

My feet rush to the kitchen, my mind getting hazy as soon as I open the fridge door. I make a mess of myself eating without a care in the world. My dick tent in my pants at the cheer feeling of fullness, and for a second, I feel back in my element.

Yes, this is what I needed. It would be better with some sake, but I can fetch some after I'm done with this takoyaki.

“Not even Luffy eats like this,”

My blood froze as I turned and saw the idiot cook looking down at me with murderous intent.

“Wait, I can explain it,” I said, stepping away from the fridge.

“You mean how you emptied us out? again!” He said.

“Be quiet, you idiot. You will wake up the entire ship,” I plead.

“So what? You don't want them seeing you eating our rations like a selfish pig?” He said.

“Maybe I wouldn't be raiding the fridge if you served decent portions, twirl eyebrows,” I said.

Even when I have no ground to stand on, I bite back. His face makes me enrage like no other.

“Don't even try that shit with me, moss ball. You are Lucky Luffy has taken the blame, or else I would have kicked your fat ass already,” He said.

“You wish; I can still bend you like a twig any day,” I say with a smug grin, stepping closer to him.

“I doubt it, fat monkey. The only thing you can bend now is the pizzas at dinner,” He replied.

“At least one of us has an ass; no wonder you are still single,” I replied with a laugh.

At that point, we are clashing foreheads, looking straight into each other's eyes.

“As if you had any more luck, no woman would look at your flabby arms or- Your man tits and give you a minute of their day,” he said.

“Unlike you, my focus is on getting stronger. And all of this mass is just more power to push around,” I said, pushing my belly against him.

In the crash, I felt something poking against me. As Sanji stepped back, I tried to look down and pinpoint what it was, but he spun around and walked towards the door.

His face turned red as he noticed the situation in his pants.

“Forget it, you are too dumb to get shit. Just don't enter my kitchen again,” he said before exiting the kitchen.

I didn't stop him, taking the free space to finish my meal. He will tell Nami about my nightly fridge raids tomorrow, so I’m ending my binge routine with a bang.

The following morning came and went, but nothing happened. Nami didn't charge me for the missing food, nor did the idiot cook.

The most significant change was if the cook had avoided me before. He is downright hiding from me now. Of course, I didn't mind; time without twirling eyebrows is always a blessing. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued by his reaction that night.

I tried to avoid the kitchen, giving him the space he wanted, but also in an ill attempt to stick to one of the diets Chopper offered.

A single restless night with my belly begging for substance is all it took for me to get back to the kitchen at night.

“How long will you keep this up?” he asked, entering the kitchen while I ate.

I didn't even bother turning back to look at him; I was too busy biting a chunk of cheese.

“I thought that if I didn't rat you out with the rest of the crew, you would stop. But if anything, you just double down,” He said

“Come on, we both know why you haven't said anything. It's for the same reason you have been avoiding me,” I said after stifling a belch and closing the fridge behind me.

“I- I always avoid you, you fat-bound ape,” He replied nervously.

“Cut the crap, you know what I mean,”

“What do you want me to say? Yes, I'm avoiding you. Ever since you came back, it's been weird. Are you happy now?!” He said.

I thought he would run away again, but he stayed in place, looking at me.

“I don't know what's going on, okay? It's just- you are driving me up the walls harder than before. I'm trying not to make anything of it, but I get like- like that night, whenever you are close. And that goddamn foul smell of yours, would it kill you to shower daily?” he said, holding his temple.

“I know how you feel; it happened to me as well. Before I mean,” I reply.

He looks puzzled at me like he wants to ask when, but he never does.

“Well, it doesn't matter. Whatever is going on, there is nothing we can do about it. Just don't ransack the kitchen again, for fuck sake,” He said.

He rubbed his head, looking down and waiting for my next move. I can bet he is as desperate as me for action but won't ask for it.

I'm not any better, though. Even with the need for release driving me insane, just the idea of messing around with this idiot makes my stomach turn.

But let's be honest, I already got fucked by a gold-obsessed egocentric maniac. My standards can only improve from here.

Gathering all my determination, I swallowed my hatred for this prick and asked:

“What if there is something we could do about it?”

Taking a step forward, I waited for him to reply. He looks at me weirdly but stays in place while I grab his shoulder.

“You are the most irritating, distracted pervert I have met in my life,” I said.

“How is that supposed to help, Moss ball?” he replied, squinting his eyes at me.

“Let me finish. You might be the most idiotic of virgins, but as men, only we can help each other in this situation,” I added.

He looked at me with a shocked expression as I continued.

“I scratch your back, and you scratch mine,” I said.

“You are no Nami-chwan! Why would I do something like that with you?!” he said, stepping forward.

“Is anybody else offering shit to you? Pfft, I do not know why I'm bothering trying with you. You are such a pervert; you mighty just bust a nut by rubbing my ass,” I said mockingly, stepping closer.

“While you stuff your face, I learned every technique to please a woman. Your lazy ass wouldn't stand a chance,” he replied.

“Learn how? by reading some magazines? Yeah, you must have learned a lot,” I said, pushing my belly against him.

We stayed in silence for a second; I could hear my heartbeat as he looked at me, and for a second, I doubted myself for doing this. But I could feel him poking the base of my belly like clockwork; this fuckling pervert never changes.

“Once. We can do this just once, and when I show you how things are done. We go back to hating one another,” he said.

“I wouldn't have it any other way,” I replied.

At first, the idiot cook looks at me nervously as he slowly removes his clothes. His face is red when I let my pants drop to the floor, and he sees my whole body naked.

And just like that, the floodgates were open; his hands went for my body without hesitation. He plays with them, mesmerized, stopping just to flicker my nips.

“You are so soft, and these are so plump,” he said before teasing my nipples.

“Want a taste?” I asked.

With a grin, I grab his head and push it towards my chest. He struggles for a second, but when his face touches my skin, he stops fighting it. His tongue grasps my nipple, and I hold a whimper.

I can feel his fingers sink against my butt cheeks while his mouth teases my chest. His tiny body struggles to wrap around me, and I think the sheer power of this size.

The enormity of my body blinds anything that he is doing under my chest. Every touch and grasp runs electricity through my spine, and that feeling strengthens with every pound I gain. Even now, trying to lose weight, I can't deny how much I have grown fond of what it feels like to carry all this.

“Let's go to the main course; you had enough fun there,” I said, pushing him off my chest.

“What are you-?”

my pants drop to the floor, and I see him lose more blood from his nose.

“I thought you wanted to show me how it's done? Don't tell me you thought I would be satisfied with some tit play and call it a night. I need more than that,” I said, turning around and mashing my ass against his groin.

He lets out a low moan as he grinds against my ass, his body trapped between the kitchen wall and my body.

“Fuck, my pants are ruined; why are you leaking so much from there?” he said, pushing me away to remove his clothes.

“You haven't seen half of it,” I said, taking out the golden plug.

The smell of the liquid hits him even at a distance, and he moves closer with a longing look.

He grabs my asscheeks and spreads them apart, letting the flow of juice grow. His fingers tease around my hole before bringing them to his face. The freaky bastard wanted to act all stuffy, and now he can't get enough of my scent.

For a minute, he continues to tease my entrance, and while I enjoy the low current it sent, I need a dick in me, and I need it now.

“Come on, are you waiting for an invitation?” I said.

“Don't hurry me. This is the weirdest thing I have done,” he replied.

“I have seen you doing worse, but if you are too cold feet to do it, I will take the lead,” I said, pushing back on him.

He moans while I grind my butt against him, finally getting his dick in line with my hole.

“You are a brute!” he said.

“You are the one moaning like a virgin, so I wouldn't be complaining if I were you,” I said before pushing back and getting his full size in.

The pure pleasure of being filled gets me blinded. It's not as big as that golden fucker, but I can make it work.

The pervert cook stands still, his dick hard as steel, and I start to move.

“Wait, don't move yet,” he begged.

“I thought this was the weirdest thing you have done. Or are you double-guessing now?”

“I’m close,”

“What? You just got in. What an amateur. No wonder you are still single,” I said, pulling back and smashing back on him.

“Wait!” he begged before he cums inside of me.

He pants, looking to the floor in pure embarrassment while I take a laugh.

“Were you looking to do more of this with me, then? Don't worry. I won't be satisfied with your early shot. We are not finishing until I am drained,” I said.

I move in front of the fridge, and he silently follows me.

“While you get the hang of things, be helpful and get me a snack,” I said, sitting on the floor beside the fridge.

He looked reluctantly at the fridge and me for a solid minute before his hands fetched an apple and shoved it in my mouth.

“That's what I’m talking about, now get in. We don't have all night,” I said between mouthfuls of apple.

He grabbed my legs and slowly got inside of me. His movements were slow and erratic, like a wild animal taking its first steps. The attempt was cute, but I needed something powerful to enjoy it.

“Come on, is that all you have?” I teased him.

His eyes fired up, and his bucking sped up slightly as he got used to the motion. My body jiggles with each pump of his dick; my belly smashes between my legs and chest like a pendulum driving us both into a deeper heat.

The pervert cook got the hang of things, grabbing everything in the fridge and feeding it to me without care for speed or quantities.

A whole bowl of pasta, chicken drumsticks, custard for pastries—everything was fair game while we continued our session.

My ass makes a puddle that splashes as we move; the sound is low and quick like the slaps of my belly against my legs or chest.

I let out a satisfying belch when my belly is packed to the brim.

“Yes, I'm close. Keep going, twirly eyebrows. I know you can do more than that!” I said.

The feeling of a full belly takes me back; it's an overwhelming sensation I can't shake off my memory or get enough of. Rivaled only by the spot his dick is hitting, having these two forces wrecking me is all I wanted for the last few days.

I need to lose all of this weight, so I better enjoy the pleasure the extra pounds give me now.

Sanji drives into me one last time, his dick hits that gold spot inside me, and I feel my ass clench around him. A flash of pleasure floods my brain, and my ass cums like there is no tomorrow.

I collapse on the kitchen floor, and we try to catch our breath.

“Am I just into big tits and plum ass?” he said to himself.

“Don't think so much about it. You like what you like, and that's that,” I said.

We stayed there basking in the afterglow, but then I remembered who lay beside me.

“Okay, enough of this; I'm going back to bed,” I said.

“Please shower before going to the quarters,” he replied, standing up.

“Fine, but you better make a good breakfast tomorrow to pay me for this.”

I tried to stand up on my own, but it was taking too long.

“Give me a hand; I don't feel my legs,” I said.

Yes, needing the help of the no-longer-a-virgin cook is embarrassing, but we just had sex in the kitchen floor. Embarrassment with him has a different threshold.

After Sanji helped me get back on my feet, we closed the fridge and slowly left the kitchen.

“I will lead the way. I know you will get lost even on the way to the shower,” he said.

“I can find my way to the showers,” I said, walking away.

“That's the wrong way. Just follow me, you muscle brain,”

I reluctantly agreed.

“Let's never do this again, please,” he said.

“Of course,” I replied.

We kept fucking on a nightly basis.

We became worried that someone would find us in the kitchen mid-session, so early on, we decided to carry the loot up to the training room and fuck there for hours on end.

I realized our deal seemed to affect the pervert cook as the days went on.

“You know, I think something is going on with Sanji,” Nami said.

“How so?” I replied.

Sanji climbed the stairs to the garden, where we were talking. He had a big smile painted on his face as he placed two dishes in front of us.

“Nami-chwan, here is my famous parfait recipe, just for you,” Sanji said.

I took the second parfait and tasted the sweet treat melt in my mouth. He just looked at me.

“I had some leftovers. I'm just giving them to you; don't throw them away, okay?!” he said.

I couldn't care less for a reason; I was happy to have something to munch on.

“This is good. Bringing more next time,” I replied.

He ignored my reply and moved downstairs, most likely to cook dinner.

“See?” Nami said.

“What? he brought dessert,” I replied, finishing my treat.

“And since when did Sanji make treats for anyone but Robin and me?” She added.

“Maybe he is in a good mood?” I replied.

“Maybe, but I can't shake the feeling that something is going on. He’s been acting more- normal,” she said.

“Shouldn't you be happy he is not asking to marry you at every hour?” I added.

“Its been a delightful upgrade, but just to be sure, I will get Chopper to check on him; a parasite or something could infect him,”

“Your choice. I wouldn't find a solution to a good thing,” I thought.

Later the same day, Sanji returned with another snack before dinner. Like Tesoro, twirl eyebrows slowly became more agreeable to my requests.

“You are an eating machine, you know, right? Luffy eats enough for fifteen people on a regular day, but somehow, you manage to eat sufficient for twenty when you are not so hungry,” He said while cooking dinner.

I spend more time in the kitchen now, so I can taste-test whatever the pervert is doing. I also have easy access to the pantry.

“When I'm not so hungry? By the way, all this food talk has opened my appetite. Can you get me something going?” I replied, rubbing my belly.

“At least be useful and help me with something,” he said.

“Why do I have to help? Just give him a sandwich or something,” I replied.

He sighed and started on a sandwich with lots of everything. He is a quick learner and realizes that a grilled cheese won't do for my third snack of the day.

“You are running me dry,” the cook said after cumming on me for the third time that night.

“What, running out of stamina already?” I laughed.

“No, idiot. I’m talking about the pantry. We are a day away from the next port, but you ate way more than I anticipated. We might run out before that,” he said.

Our nightly sessions left a big dent in the pantry. Sanji eased the damage by buying extra provisions with his money, but my appetite has been growing to match the extra food supply.

“I guess tomorrow will be a fishing day with the crew,” I said.

We are ready to gather our things and clean up when something moves outside.

Sanji looks at me before rushing to his feet and looking outside.

“Did someone see us?” I asked.

“I can't tell; there is a lot of fog outside. Cleanup, we have to get out of here,”

“Who was that?” I asked.

“How would I know you dumbass? Anyone could find us here,” he replied, leaving the room.

“What was I thinking? What if it was Nami-chwan? Please, my angel, forgive me,” He said as we climbed down the ladder from the training room.

“Shut up,” I hissed at him.

Once we both got down, he took the lead and walked towards the quarters. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, and I crashed against his back.

“What the matter? Keep going,” I said.

“Get down; we are getting raided,” he said.

Looking up through the fog, I finally noticed a massive ship beside ours. Pirates climbed down from the ship and onto our deck in ropes.

“We have to stop them before the rest of the crew wakes up and finds us like this. I'm not looking forward to explaining how the fridge emptied itself again,” Sanji said.

“Right, let's kick their asses,” I said, cracking my knuckles.

“Wait, you are a brute. Your fighting will wake everyone up. I will subdue the pirates that are on our deck, and you should get in their ship and-”

“And raid them back; that way, we can restock our kitchen. What's your first good idea, stupid prince,” I replied.

“I mean, yes, but that's not what you should focus on. Whatever, just get rid of them,” Sanji said before rushing to the main deck.

Grabbing a rope, I climb the enemy ship arduously. I'm getting exhausted, and I'm not even halfway through, but if I let go, I would have to start up from scratch, and I would rather die. So, I focus on all the food these bastards must have and muster the energy to keep going.

Once on their deck, I reach for my swords. Thankfully, I could take them with me during the rescue mission.

A group of grunts walk around the ship's main deck a few meters in front of me. I am about to ambush them, but I'm still struggling to reach for my swords. Since when are they so far away?

When I finally get a hold of them, I rush to attack, but I get winded, and I know my slash will be weaker. Damn it, I should have practiced before. In my tired state, I slump forward, and I lose balance. I try to steady myself, and in that moment, an idea comes to me.

I might be slower, and my legs quickly tire, but this body has advantages. It carries a lot of momentum as it moves.

Grounding myself and putting all my weight into my next move, I swing my hips to fire my attack.

“Sanjuroku Pound Ho,” I say under my breath.

A massive air slash flies towards the man on the deck and knocks them out. Yes, I still have it. After that, I lazily made my way through a hoard of pirates using my newfound power. Either throwing air slashes their way or smashing them against walls with my weight.

I can't stop smiling, knowing these little shrimp are the first to taste my new and improved skills. Some of them try to warn me before moving forward, but my belly or sword crashes against them before I learn anything relevant.

I made my way to the captain's room. Like the rest of his crew, the man was a little runt.

“How did you get here? My guards should have stopped you!” he said.

“They were easy to deal with now; where is the kitchen? Pipsqueak,” I said, pushing myself against him.

The man trembles in fear and guides me to their pantry. Once we get there, I knock him out cold and inspect the bounty.

After all that exercise, my belly rumbles. I should send this back to the Sunny, but with most of the enemy ship out of commission, I can sit back, relax, and eat to my heart's content. After all, I only have to restock the fridge.

My mind gets so focused on glutting myself out that I don't feel the passing of time. I would have taken everything in their pantry without Sanji coming onto the ship to wake me from my hunger-induced stupor.

Against my demanding gut, we moved the rest of their food and treasure to the ship and tied them up to prevent them from following us.

“That was the last box. I think we will be covered for a few days with this,” Sanji said, wiping sweat from his face.

“Yeah, thankfully, nobody woke up either,” I replied.

After that night, Sanji made an extra effort to ensure I didn't eat the entire ship's stock in a single night, and our feasts continued.

While my need for food and sex was covered, there were people less than thrilled with the effect it had on my waistline.

“Why did you make those mochi’s for Zoro?” Nami asked.

“It was an exciting challenge; I’ve never heard of mochi that could last a whole day. But don't worry, my darling; you do not have to be jealous of that moss-ball. I will make a whole batch just for you,” Sanji replied.

I was taking a nap on deck for a change when their banter upstairs woke me up.

“No thanks, and that's not the problem! You know he is trying to lose the weight Tesoro forced on him, but you keep enabling his overeating,” Nami said.

“I'm sorry, you are right. I don't know why I keep doing that,” Sanji replied.

“Please, don’t spoil him any further. And if you do that, I could reward you with a little kiss,” Nami said.

I can hear that perverted idiot melting from here. I guess that will be the end of my supply of food. Thankfully, we are halfway through the trip to Wano. After just one more month of waiting, I will be able to eat whatever I want in a new country.

To my surprise, that night, Sanji was right at my bedside, asking me to hook up again with the regular stop in the kitchen.

“I didn't like training here. It always smelled of a muscled-brained monkey, but I don't mind as much now,” he said as we entered the training room with our loot of food.

“I wonder why,” I said with a laugh.

Not many people used the training room even before my kidnapping. Brook used to come to meditate with me, which was just another excuse to nap together.

After he saw Sanji dropping some sandwiches at the training room, he’s been showing up now and then to hang out. He doesn't seem to mind my lack of training and constant eating, so I let him stay.

“I don't see the problem. You just have big bones, Yohohoho,” he would say.

He also lies to cover my ass every so often. That's the type of man our musician is.

“Ha, I thought you would cut me off with what Nami told you today,” I said, taking a bite from a pastry.

“She and Chopper have been telling me to put you on a diet for a while now,” he replied.

“I assumed this was the first time it happened; why haven't you?”

“If you wanted to lose weight, you would have already done it,” he said, looking at me teasingly.

“Hey, I'm trying to-”

“Cut me that crap; I know you don't want to talk about whatever got you like this in the first place. Regardless, you seem to like it enough to come here with me every night. Who cares if you are bigger? As long as you keep doing your job, nobody can tell you shit,” He said, lighting a cigarette.

I only nod and continue to gather food for our session.

The following week passed, and my mind stayed on what Sanji said that night. He made it seem as if I had already made up my mind.

For a long time, I blamed Tesoro for my current body. I couldn't wait to get out of his clutches and finally lose all this weight. But a month after leaving him, I kept doing the same things that had brought me to this size.

The thing is, I don't regret those moments. Eating to the point of feeling like blowing up, having so much sex I can't think straight for an hour afterward, and playing with my belly while nobody looks. Is it too weird that I find this appealing?

The more I think about it, the more I accept that I enjoy it. That life is better now as a fatass. But that comes with the bitter taste of knowing he made something, anything really, better.

I push the idea out of my head and focus on what's in front of me now.

We are less than a month away from getting into Wano, so I have to figure out a way to be useful to the team before that.

The following day, Nami tends to her garden of tangerine trees.

Sanji is in the kitchen making Lunch.

Chopper Luffy and Brook are fishing on the other end of the deck.

Meanwhile, I bask in the sun, enjoying another calm, serene day. Something grabs me by the waist, and I feel my body being lifted off the floor. Opening my eyes, I see a set of golden hands the size of my full body flying across the ocean, carrying me god knows where at a horrifying speed.

When they stop, the Sunnyy is still in view. The next thing I see is a ship a bit smaller than ours, decorated in golden decorations from top to bottom. And without touching the damn thing, I know who is responsible for this.

In the middle of the ship is Tesoro, standing tall with a wide smile.

“Welcome back, Zoro; I've been looking forward to seeing you again,” He said happily.

There goes my calm and serene day.

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#gay #growth #male #maleweightgain #weightgain #belly kink #male gainer #one piece #bhm weight gain #fat bhm

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starwalker03 · 11 months

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I realized WMLP Dick’s position in that army unit is similar to his early experience with the team. He’s the youngest has a lot of experience and skills his squad mates don’t, among peers for the first time in a while, hiding his true identity, gets pushed out of his comfort zone by the people he was with. Expect this time is was true war. And he came away without bonding with his team and looking down on them. Would this experience effect how he views his memories of The Team?

Huh. Actually that's a good point.

It would definitely make him remember how unprepared they were for That Whole Situation, just thrown into missions having never worked together except for the Cadmus mission which ended with an exploded building like. Bruh. I know they weren't giving the league many options but also what the fUCK guys y'all just sent them off on their merry way like that. The fact they didn't die in episode three is a miracle.

But then also he's so aware of the difference between working with people who are fighting because they're genuinely good people with a desire to help others, as opposed to... Well. People who wanna shoot guns, had no other options, want the military to pay off their degree, et cetera et cetera so on so forth. Like this team is so different to his old one it's almost distracting. It's almost problematic. It's almost enough to snap Dick out of the constant unrelenting need to do as he's told and question Slade because 'uh hey yeah what the fUCK is up with these people'

Dick has to force a level of indifference between himself and his new team because if he doesn't he can't focus on the task at hand. He can't help but think about the fact that these people should not be running around armed with thousands of lives in their hands.

It doesn't help that they're all unaware of half of the shit that goes down in the world. Even Dick's superiors have only the smallest understandings of figures like Count Vertigo and Gorilla Grod and none of them have any idea who Vandal Savage is. Queen Bee? Uh you mean the dictator of that small kick of desert in the middle east?

(CW for conversations about the "war on terror" ahead)

Oh my god. I didn't even consider that if Bialya and Qurac are middle eastern countries they're surprisingly close by during the wars of the early 2000s. Like I've hand waved and said 'yeah going off timeline Dick probably got sent around the middle east' but completely failed to realise he might have even been in Bialya or Qurac for missions.

I wonder how those countries engaged with wars in the area in lore. It's apparently north of Saudi Arabia and Iran in wider DC lore? But YJ isn't specific?

Here's a Reddit thread I found where people start getting into nitty gritty details:

Essentially they're depi ting Bialya and Qurac as west and east Iran, respectively. And also offering theories as to how those countries could have come to be.

If I continue to use Australia as the example (which I suppose I should cause I've essentially canonized it in the fic at this point), Australia was only particularly involved with Afghanistan and Yemen I believe, but I don't have an encyclopedic knowledge.

Bialya and Qurac could, possibly, border operations in Afghanistan. Young justice lore states that Bialya is a part of the UN and therefore may not be particularly open to military operations but very well could have housed a few bases on the borders.

Jesus. Getting this into the lore of YJ feels so strange and I'm honestly not sure if it's inappropriate or not. I could believe Queen Bee being involved with the war on terror, whether it's a part of Savage's plans or not, just because she enjoys conflict. Moreover it helps with the anti-Quraci thing she has going. From what I can tell of the show, Qurac seems to be a majority Islamic country? So I could see her manipulating the image of things to benefit her attempts to take back Qurac.

Well this spiralled. Uh I might end this answer here actually.

#dc comics #fanfiction #dick grayson #young justice #with morality like a polynomial #wmlp #deathstroke #angst #cw war #cw war on terror

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rosepineuse · 5 months

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“ ROZALIIINN, I LOVE YOOOOOOOU! ”

ㅤ███▐ @ascitec. | ✢ | unprompted. ( always accepting! )

ㅤEVEN MIDST A GATHERING THIS LARGE ?!

Or perhaps precisely because it was within a gathering this large they had lost sight of each other to begin with ? Her own lapse in judgment, allowing herself to get swept along the high-spirited atmosphere and pay too little heed to the push and pull of the crowd, she might at least privately concede, but it wasn’t as though Rozalin had much experience with any countryside fairs. The sights and smells had called upon her attention almost as much as the boomed declarations sounding in the distance ( his voice so easily discernible to her even over the bustle of merry denizens ) now call upon the most merciless flames of the collective Netherworlds to set fire to her face in a near instant.

ㅤ〝 Adell —! 〞 The intended admonishing bite in tone wavering with embarrassment by the time she’d cleared her path to the source of the commotion, a near perfect bee-line through the crowd comprising no small amount of shoving and elbowing most unladylike indeed. A swift and successful summoning technique, to Adell's credit.

( But he doesn’t have to look so TRIUMPHANT about it ! )

ㅤ〝 C , can you not practice even a shred of subtlety . . . ? People are staring, fool. 〞 Nothing to stop her from drawing close to let a hand anchor itself firmly to said fool's arm, lest another horde of towngoers unwittingly wedge between them and jeopardize what had arguably been a perfectly pleasant date thus far.

#░🌹⊱ of thorns . { ic }#░🌹⊱ whispers within a garth of vines . { inbox }#ascitec #i diagnose them with lovebird syndrome and it's FATAL

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scyllas-revenge · 1 year

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For the writer ask game 11, 14 and 76 (Burn Like Cold Iron but you can do it for any other fic you'd like)

Thank you anon!!

#11. Link your three favorite fics right now

My three favorite fics??? You ask too much! But I'll do my best to pick a few of my many many favorites:

Taken, an ongoing Eomer/reader fic with some truly wonderful amounts of yearning, by @sotwk

Black Shroud, White Feathers, a criminally underrated gen fic with Boromir, Merry, Pippin, and a lot of angst, by Icarus_is_flying

Anything But This, a Boromir/reader fic with- you guessed it- more yearning, by @minaturefics

I haven't read any long multichapter fics in way too long so this list is just short stuff. But ask again when I've defeated my executive dysfunction and can focus on longer stuff again!!

#14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

I do try to feel a bit of what the characters are feeling so I can visualize the right body language and tone of voice to describe. I can't always draw from personal experiences, but when I wrote a scene involving claustrophobia-induced panic, I thought back to the times I've experienced that (not often, but still memorable). Same with all the scenes of yearning I've written XD I've had a lot of unrequited crushes in my life and that can fuel some pretty emotional scenes

#76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of Burn Like Cold Iron?

Oh LOTS. I had no idea where this fic was going to go until I was ten chapters in (note: do NOT start a fic like this) so there were a lot of weird places it could have gone, including having other people from the modern world brought to Middle Earth by Saruman, some really egregious and unrealistic use of walkie talkies, and a lot more glimpses into Bee's life in Dallas.

The only one I regret not including was a flashback from Bee's teenage years where she runs into one of the Blue Wizards- Saruman sent him to the modern world once the Blue Wizard realized that Saruman was trying to reach other worlds using the palantir. There wasn't much of a point to this scene, and Bee certainly never learned who this crazy guy all dressed in blue and yelling in a foreign language was or where he came from, so I cut it from the fic.

But I'm still fond of the idea of Bee having three encounters with Middle Earth in her life: one with the Ent-wives, one with the Blue Wizard, and one with her abduction by Saruman. The name Beatrice has a couple of meanings, one of which is thrice-blessed (beata-trice), and I liked the idea of her having three magical encounters with another world (although I doubt she'd call all of them blessings).

I might post that scene as a bonus once the whole fic is done, but again there wasn't much to it. It was more of a fun idea than a cool scene in itself, idk

#answered!#burn like cold iron #lotr fic recs

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awkwardkindatries · 2 years

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Anything For You

Bruz/Fem Reader (commission piece)

@a-million-sassy-bunnies

Fic tags: Sfw, fluff, drinking and public intoxication, one bed troup

Word count: 2,925

The frost of the air was suffocating, the type of feeling that burned the lungs in such a way that it swirled around the thick damp skin to chill one's depths. An immediate reaction that you’ve had to endure for the better part of a week. Hour by hour, second by second, every shiver racks through your nerves and deep into the chattered vibration of your teeth and the ricketing off-kilter tune of your bones. It’s an otherwise haunting description to ruminate on if it weren't for the constant heat source radiating beside you. The rays of sunshine breaking through your layers, and even though you physically got nothing, emotionally, the warmth from him seeped into your cheeks and chest.

Bruz has always been this way, at least to your knowledge.

Your time on the road together has proven this several times over, a genuine display of kindness with every conversation, each smile laced with connection. You should thank him for possibly being the only reason you’ve endured this trip, Though you know he’d never accept it. The will to keep walking had long since lost you, gone with the soles of your shoes and resting deep into the calloused pads of your feet. He made the time pass in such a way that making it to the inn felt ethereal, to soak up the flickering lights in the windows in the distance, the sounds of song and boisterous conversation resounding across the damp stone way a merestone's toss away. The building was old though objectively charming, its aged appearance offering up a coziness. The top half was comprised of worn-out wood, the exposure to the elements having made it fade a few shades lighter than its once upon a time, a glimmer from its fresh beginning peeking out from beneath the hidden underside against the structure. The cobbled bottom has definitely faced some erosion, sunken in and freckled with holes and mossy imperfections alike.

The heavy, embellished doors and brassy frozen knob felt like sanctuary as it gave. Having been rewarded for your persistence with warmth and pleasant atmosphere. From the boards on the floor to the beams along the ceiling, you were surrounded by stained, aged wood, rich in color and experience. You could smell the experiences of the past ingrained in the building, the spilled liquor soaked into the floor, the smoke of the lit fireplace singed from the corners of the stone cage along the ceiling about halfway across before falling short, for now.

The last underlying note vaguely reminded you of blood. Perhaps a brawl had broken out recently? A detail you’ll have to forgo for now as whatever remaining evidence is shrouded by the sea of filled chairs and wobbling bodies. The wake of pine sol would seem to be your only solace on the matter.

The deep pitch beside you pulls you from your moment of assessment as you turn to face your travel companion. “ A merry bunch, huh?” he asks, “sounds like we should join 'em” he finishes and gestures with a light nod of his head into the building. He sure didn’t have to tell you twice.

You make your way in, immediately marking all of the crucial aspects of the lobby. The majority of the area was consumed by tables, just about all of which were occupied. The bar was pushed back into the far right wall of the room, covered in the same deep lacquer of alcohol as the rest of the floor. Far ahead sits the reception desk, the receptionist looking awfully dreary compared to the rest of the lively room, the boisterous parties having returned from their tasks to settle in for the night and leaving her job virtually done.

Bruz makes his way to the bar, immediately bee-lining past all of the tables, even knocking over a sluggish man or two as he passes. Letting out a light chuckle, you let your eyes drift from the big orcish oaf and instead fixate on the bored, worn-out-looking woman in the distance. The next task seems simple enough in comparison to your last few weeks of travel, one you anticipate being over in no time. As you make your way through the crowd, you can make out snippets of conversation between all of the excited jumbled-up gibberish that permeates the potent open air. Comments on recent conquests, the good and the bad, playful mockings of one another, and even an occasional comment about the now most prominent man in the room, Bruz. This is to be expected. He tends to catch just about every eye wherever he goes, and you’ve long since grown used to it.

After several minutes of being bumped, pushed, and lightly splashed with just about every beverage the tavern has to offer, you finally make it to the receptionist counter, flustered and slightly out of breath. Regardless, you offer the middle-aged woman an awkward smile with just about all of the charisma you possibly have left to spare as you ever so casually lean forward against the worn wood. The woman is nonplussed by your presence, never hazarding a glance in your general direction. You stand there a moment longer as you take her in, giving her every opportunity to acknowledge you. Her head remains resting in her open palm and her elbow against the surface of the desk; her attention is still wholly focused on her book, eyes skimming quickly across the paper as it makes the bags under her eyes seem just a smidge lighter. Beside her is her guest book, looking awfully full as it makes a bit of anxiety rise in your stomach. Fuck you hope there's a room. You really didn't think you could make it another night of walking with your hopes deceptively high.

With a shaky tired hand, you quickly tap the bell on the edge of the counter. The ding is unsettlingly loud and promptly makes you twice as nervous as you watch the woman physically jolt in reaction to the sudden interruption. Quickly her eyes meet yours; a minor twitch can be seen in the corner of the lid as she takes you in. Suddenly you feel slightly more alone in contrast to the rest of the room as you try to find your voice. “H-Hi! My companion and I are looking for two rooms for the night. Would you happen to have anything available?” Your forced smile is feeling ever tighter as she continues to look you up and down blankly. Finally, without saying anything, she rolls her eyes over to look at the book that you found yourself scrutinizing moments ago. Flipping through a couple of pen-filled pages, she finally came to a stop, a singular line left empty.

“Well, that seems like tough luck, hun. We’ve only got one left.” She says, looking back at you with half the patience that you currently have. Biting your bottom lip between your teeth, you begin to wear at it. With a quick glance behind you, you capture the sight of Bruz leaning against the bar, a large mug in his hand as he retells a tale to the barkeep. The poor man behind the bar is visibly sweating and offering the big guy a forced smile as Bruz continues to lean over the bar to stay in the man's line of sight. It reminds you of a puppy demanding the attention of the last person who it made eye contact with.

With a soft snort, you take the room, sure that the big guy probably won't mind at all, but more than anything, you’re relieved that this “conversation” that you’ve been having is over. With the ordeal over, you shuffle your way back over to the bar as you eagerly await whatever foaming drink Bruz seems to be sloshing around in his cup and just about everywhere else.

The next couple of hours go by much faster than you thought they would have, especially when, in comparison to what you had initially planned to encompass your evening, and by that, you mean sleep. Endless dead-brained sleep, you felt like you earned it for the utter shit show that you’ve endured; however, the longer you stared at the orc next to you, the more you felt like you had a couple more beats of energy to will away the urge to sleep. The time was spent talking about your travels, Exaggerating your stories more and more to near unimaginable feats, and with every drink you had, the giddier you got telling these outlandish tall tales together. The surrounding bodies have long since stopped listening. That was alright, though; the stories exchanged have long since lost their purpose for others and instead for each other.

The laughter had turned to slurs, and the bodies had slowly started to fade away into the distance as they trickled into the confines of their rooms, and it was about time that you began to agree with them. You could feel the heat of your face as you smiled back at the man you arrived with as he mimicked it with a concerned one of his own. He asked you a question. You just know it; however, the only thing you could make out in between the dazed state was the last word, “Room.” “Room?” you thought. Oh right! That key has got to be on you somewhere. With numb-tipped fingers, you began to fish around the pocket of your trousers, meandering about the fabric until you hit something solid. Curling your fingers around the cold metal, you pull it from the confines of your pocket before then presenting your prize with a gleeful laugh.

He mimics your game of playing champion and carefully takes the key from your hand, kindly thanking his tiny friend for sharing her spoils with him; how grateful he is to the little squish that is his human. He stands, offering you his hand to help you up from the worn-out stool. Immediately you accept, placing your smaller hand inside his much larger one, the pads of your fingers grazing his. The texture is a sharp contrast to your own, very thick and calloused from war and the orcish lifestyle that he's had to live out. For a moment, you contemplate dragging your thumb along the exposed bit of his hand, an innocent interaction that was interrupted by the feeling of his other hand gripped tightly to your calf. Your breath catches in your chest as you suddenly find your feet not on the ground where you had left them. Instead, You’re suspended in the air, held safely against the broad plush expanse of Bruz’s as he rattles away about how small you are in his arms, how worried he’d be of your little human legs stumbled and fell down the stairs on the way to the room, but that’d it’d all be alright because “Your good ol’ pal Bruz has got ya in great hands.”.

It all feels so natural to you, being here, with him, held so close to his chest in the gentle sway of his walk. As your head rests against his chest, your breath begins to slow, eased to peace to swell in tandem with the deep beating of his own heart. Your eyes feel heavy, the weight of the liquor beginning to pool in the back of your head and swirl around into quiet reassurances and blind trust in your wonderfully clumsy silly friend. You soon find yourself dozing off in the warm comfort of his arms, a night of restful sleep with fuzzy-headed empty black dreams. The thick, inky type that sticks to the cognizant facets of your mind and leaves it absolutely muddled in the murky buzz of a brimming headache.

You feel the sharp pain begin to brim behind your eyes; the profound irritation is splintering across your head, weaving intricate patterns of cracking earth across your skull. You can practically see the tremors shake the rubble into your field of vision, convinced that the back of your eyelids are somehow the setting of a cave-in, basking in the wake of your tunnel vision. With a groan, you crack open your eyes to the barest you can manage; the bright light almost immediately blinds you and exacerbates the start of your headache into something far more horrific. The wave of nausea feels like impending doom as pressure creeps up your abdomen and clings viciously to the back of your throat as the lurking acid pricks against your uvula.

Gripping the sheets around your body, you give a sharp jerk against them in an attempt to rip them from your body before you have the chance to ruin them. Your head makes it just over the edge of the bed before your first bout of dry heaving. Thankfully, nothing comes up, and your ability to choke down the next one rewards you with a burn in the meat of your throat and the state of your pride. The longer your head hangs in shame, dulled eyes dripped in drinkers regret, stare hard at the ornate area rug just out of reach of the bed frame.

“That's odd.” you think, “when had you made it to a room? Was this even your room?” flicking your eyes across up towards the door, you can see the key still lingering snugly in the keyhole, the wooden keychain dangling from the middle ring. In the middle of the keychain, you can plainly make out the black-painted numbers of the room you had booked last night.

Well, you suppose that answers one question at least, but that only blossoms several more in its wake. For instance, where the hell is Bruz? A surge of panic rakes up the length of your spine, and you're immediately dripped through by a tremendous cold sweat. You sit up with a start, Searching the room in a panic, only to be met with relief immediately.

At the end of the bed rests Bruz; he seems to have made his body comfortable on the floor while his head is cradled between the middle of his folded arms atop the comforter. He looks so deeply unaware of the surroundings in the room, of you being awake, or the almost immediate reaction you had to the mix of your own existence and the consequences of your actions. You take a moment just to watch him, to watch the eyes behind his closed lids flicker to life with whatever glorious scene of victory might be playing behind them. In the midst of his dream, a slight noise leaves him, followed by a slight jerk of his body. Then, subconsciously, he rakes out for you as his massive hand waves through the wrinkled quilt in search of you. He quickly finds your foot on top of all of the fabric, gently bringing his fingers to cover the expanse of your ankle. His massive size dwarfs the frame beneath you, and it’s moments like this that you can really take in his size and appreciate him for some of the most important features about him. In a way, he reminds you of a guard dog, resting at the end of the bed, closest to the entryway, as he waits patiently for anything to breach the door with all of the audacity and none of the common sense.

Gently wiggling your foot, you begin to softly rock against the hand on your leg as you lightly jostle your friend awake. A deep groan leaves him, and you swear you could feel it vibrate the entirety of the bed. With a couple of slow blinks, his head rises as he begins to look around the room, barely eyes trying to make sense of the current state of time. As he turns his head suddenly, he gives himself a much-needed crack in the neck, followed by a hefty sound of appreciation. You let out a soft chuckle as you watched. It sure did seem like the thing to hit the spot. His eyes look up to meet yours, and you can see his imaginary tail begin to wag.

“Well, good mornin’ Squish!” He says; already, his voice is a couple of octaves too high, but regardless let him continue on.

“Morning Bruz,” You greet back, “did you actually manage to get any rest down there?” You ask.

With an eager nod, he responds, “Sure did. You know us great orc lords can sleep anywhere! Practically indestructible we are!”. His enthusiasm is utterly infectious as you can't help the bright smile that breaks across your features; you sure did know.

“Thanks for bringing me to the room, big guy. I'm sure if I had tried by myself last night, I might not have gotten this far.” You're almost a little embarrassed to bring it up, just a little ashamed at having to have your friend bring youtube to the room like an incapacitated baby.

Nonetheless, he smiles. It’s so bright it’s practically blinding. Bringing his hand just a smidge tighter around your leg, he gives a squish of reassurance as he maintains eye contact.

“S’ alright little squish, I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

Your chest squeezes ever tighter, and the prickling in your throat all but vanishes at the rise of the cotton drought around your tongue. Leaning forward, you place both of your hands on top of his singular hand, barely even a comparison in size.

With an assuring squeeze, you say,

“ Me too, big guy, Me too.”

#bruz #lord of the rings #lotr #sfw #fluff #orcs #middle earth #commisionwork

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sarilolla · 2 years

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Scout's first Christmas

I technically made most of this one-shot last year, but never released it, so I changed it a bit for this year. This is set after Bee and Scout left the studio, and before Daisy left the studio (Daisy leaving around march). This is just pure fluff tbh, I wanted something nice :D (Also I got hit with a massive writer's block and tons of school now in December, so the fact this is a modified one-shot and already written is the only reason I can post this). Enjoy!

Not a request - 1856 words

No needed TW

Summary:

Christmas is magical, as they say, but Scout does not have an actual reference point for that, never being awake or alive for the holidays. Bee wanna make sure it's special for her little bestie.

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It was calm. It was Christmas eve, but none in the household had any rush. The tree was fully decorated, even after Bee had joked about putting Scout on top.

“I’m not an angel!”

“I didn’t say you were. But you’re a star!”

The fireflies almost put her up there, until they just dropped her in Bee’s arms.

“Here’s your star, you dipshit.”

“You know, with all that swearing it’s obvious you’re no angel.”

Scout just frowned at her, until Milo nudged them with the actual star going on top. With some help from the fireflies again, those who didn’t insist on putting Scout on top again, they put the star on top.

“Merry Christmas.”

Bee whispered, hugging the small puppet close.

Scout was quiet, simply staring at the tree. She looked like she was thinking hard, so Bee just kept still.

“I never thought I would experience Christmas, least of all one this good.”

“We’ve barely started the day.”

Scout hummed, turning in Bee’s arms.

“It still has been good. Great even. Very different from what I could have gotten back there…”

Back there. They knew what she was referring to, but it felt wrong to bring that up on Christmas. Sure, they talked about it almost every day, if just a sentence or two.

“Do you know how they celebrate?”

“No. I was never awake long enough to know. To be frank, I don’t think any felt puppet really knows, I don’t think they kept us alive that long, TV or not.”

“Hmmm, yeah. Any other puppet I can remember was the sock puppets. I would love to figure it out though.”

Bee hummed, moving to sit down with Scout in her lap, Milo beside them (you didn’t argue with a shadow dog if it should be on the sofa).

“Unfortunate that I can’t keep the fireflies inside the studio that long, or else we would have known. But it also feels weird spying on them, you know?”

“Guess it will be a mystery then.”

“Yeah…”

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Later in the day, after watching a movie or two to get away from the conversation, they welcomed Percy, Alex, and Hector at their door.

“Good morning, pixie dust.”

“It’s afternoon, bird brain.”

Percy dragged his hand through his hair, smiling.

“Do you guys plan on coming in or not? It’s fuc-, I mean, it’s freezing.”

Hector bit his tongue, knowing not to swear, as he and his brother’s had a bet that he wouldn’t be able to not swear from Christmas to New Years.

“Ey, Scout? Rematch on Mario Kart?”

“You’re on.”

Hector and Scout moved upstairs, Milo trailing them. The actual adults stood back, idly chatting about holiday stress and gift shopping.

“And you, bird boy? You excited?”

“I am. Christmas is fun. But with a larger family, it gets a bit chaotic, plus the fact dad had to go to work today. That’s why Hector is with us as well.”

Bee raised her eyebrows, walking upstairs with the brothers following.

“What did he and his friends do now?”

“They discovered we had a vigilante phase, and wanted to try themselves. He almost broke his neck, so mom and dad gave him house arrest. Mom was supposed to keep an eye on him, but an important job thing came in the way.”

He clicked his tongue, and I was tempted to ask if she needed to send some christmas spirits to another Ebenezer Scrooge type. Not that that was her job, but spirits was part of it.

“That’s how it is having such a high position as her. I’m guessing your dad have his own stuff today?”

“Yup,” Percy said, plopping down on the opposite sofa of where Hector and Scout were sitting, “He had his own rounds to do, plus some final gift shopping. And then finally something that needed to be done at the Institute.”

With that he pulled off his bag, taking three gifts out.

“Merry Christmas.”

One for Bee, one for Milo, and one for Scout. That made Bee smile, that her closest friend thought of her new addition to her family as well.

“I won! Again!”

“How do you always win these?”

From the shouts, the Mario kart race was over, and Scout had won.

“It’s called having skills,” Scout smugly said as Hector pouted.

“I have played this longer…”

“And yet, I win, even with my small, puppet hands.”

The banter was friendly, and Hector cracked a smile as well after Alex came over and sat beside him, and he leaned into his older brother’s wing.

“Merry Christmas, guys. Open the presents now, I wanna see the reactions.”

Percy handed the presents to each of them, Milo opening his on his own after shifting to a raccoon. It was a new blanket, blue with silver stars, and he immediately shifted back to his dog form to lay on it. Bee opened hers, a small necklace falling out. It was silver, with a blue, transparent rock hanging from it.

“It’s lovely. Thank you.”

Scout opened her last, a ticket falling out. Her English was getting better, but still not good enough to read what it said. Bee was afraid that at this point it might be something more than just adjusting from the puppet language.

“I can’t read this.”

Bee moved over to her, a smile on her face.

“Should I read it?”

“Obviously.”

“Okay, so it is a ticket. A musical ticket.”

Scout looked at Bee, who was smiling from ear to ear.

“We’re going to a musical? Which one?”

“We got tickets to Matilda the musical. It’s not Broadway or West End, but still a very good one.”

Percy chimed in, both he and his brother’s smiling.

“You deserve to see more of the world, and a musical is one of the best ways to do so. The Corvus family is also joining us.”

Bee smiled down at the puppet, who was silently looking at the piece of paper.

A very small “thank you” was heard, and it was enough for Bee to scoop Scout up into her arms again.

“I hope it’s alright, not too much.”

“Are you kidding me? This is amazing. Thank you. So much.”

Hector looked over at his gaming buddy, “Glad you like it. The gift is from both us and Bee.”

—

A bit later the Corvus brothers had left and it was quiet once more. Lying down on the sofa, relaxing with Scout lying on top of Bee. They had put on another Christmas movie. The Muppets Christmas Carol. Not even Christmas was free from their spite-watching. They had finished all Jim Henson movies and series, at first it was just to spite the Handeemen, but it became more as well.

They both knew why they were watching the muppets now, trying to avoid the thought of how the Handeemen were celebrating if they were celebrating at all.

“Hey, Bee?”

“Yeah?”

“I have been thinking… What should we do with… you-know-who?”

Bee had been thinking as well. They had both agreed that sooner or later they would go get the Handeemen or end them. That didn’t stop the same question from popping up every day, however.

“We can’t do anything today. We’ll have to wait and see for now.”

“It still sucks. Especially knowing they aren’t fully themselves. To think a demon has control over them…”

“A demon we will get rid of.”

They had this conversation every day, in the same tired and worried voices.

“Would you want them to move in, Scout?”

“If they show they can and will change, it might work.”

She wanted an apology as well, but she didn’t want to ask them for it. It should be natural.

“You don’t have to forgive them.”

“I know. I might do if they genuinely apologize. If they show they are truly sorry. But I… I’m not sure.”

“Still, you don’t have to. And if you do, do it for yourself, not them. You’ll have me in your corner anyway.”

“Thanks.”

They continued watching the movie until Bee looked like she remembered something. Putting Scout down on the couch, she left the room.

Coming back a few moments later, she saw Scout whispering to Milo.

“Merry Christmas, Scout.”

She pulled out a gift from behind her back, giving it to the puppet.

Opening it with a smile, she found a blue hoodie with white sleeves. On the back was a white embroidery of a hand showing the middle finger, and on the wrist were marks after stitches. On the front right over where her heart would be, was some writing.

“It just says Scout, but I thought you enjoy the design as well. You know, like a “fuck you” to the Handeemen.”

Scout was stunned, before pulling it over her head.

“I love it.”

Bee sighed in relief, smiling.

“That’s good, it took me a while to get it perfect for you.”

“It’s so soft, I can’t even feel the stitches from the embroidery. Did you make it yourself?”

“Yeah, it was the secret project I was working on.”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you. I fucking love it. I am never taking it off.”

She hugged Bee, feeling so happy about the gift, almost more than the musical tickets. Sure, she was excited to see the show, but this was something handmade for her, something she didn’t even think would ever happen.

She pulled away suddenly, as she remembered something.

“I have something for you as well.”

Hurrying away, Bee couldn’t do anything but wait. Rushing back, Scout held out her gift.

“I got a bit of help from Hector and the twins to get it and the paying part as well, they said it’s fine, so don’t worry…”

“Scout, don't worry. If they said it’s fine, I believe you. Plus, I would be happy if you gave me a gift or not.”

“Are you saying I shouldn’t have gotten you a heartfelt gift like you gave me?” Scout teased, causing Bee to laugh.

“No, no. That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying having you here with me is a gift enough.”

She said with a warm smile, causing Scout to turn away to avoid how flustered she was.

“As if you aren’t the best thing that happened to me…” she whispered, barely letting Bee hear it, but she did with the small “aww” that came from her.

“Just open the gift.”

Finally giving it to Bee, Scout observed her carefully to see her reaction.

It was a mug.

“To the best host I’ve had, you are super rad. Our favorite color is both blue, and all in all, I love you.”

Scout watched as Bee just stared at it, and started panicking a bit when she saw she started to cry.

“Do you like it? Is it too much? I mean, it’s all true what it says on it, I got it personalized. I made it rhyme, because of the irony of how we met. And, and I know how much you like your coffee-”

“Scout, I love it.”

Setting the mug down carefully, she pulled Scout into a tight hug.

“Love you too, by the way. Thank you.”

---

Notes:

Happy holidays everyone, I hope you all get something you wanted or have a nice celebration if you do celebrate! :D This year will not have a Christmas one-shot with the full family, but next year I will post something as then I am pretty sure I have gotten to that point in the au where they all live together ^^

#hello puppets #hello puppets fic #sarilolla´s writing #part of my Bee au

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