#he's got like 4 different tags on here...

[socksdoeswrites]

omg super cool idea, here me out… mha boys x reader with avatar (atla) quirk

I feel like that’s the quirk I would want, 4 in 1 is so undefeated. shoto 2.0 really loll

an: gosh, i don't remember the last time i watched that! i know i used to be a huge nerd over it though! i wanna apologize for just now seeing this! i had class supppper early, and i've barely looked at my phone today! alsooo, what i did with this is more of a story-type deal. i didn't know if you wanted an smau! so please forgive me. i hope you still enjoy this though, and thank you so much for asking!! also, for people waiting on their requests, i am working on them right now!! should be done shortly! i didn't forget i promise.

participants: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, shoto todoroki, and yooooou ofc ;)

tags/warnings: you have atla quirk (duh), quirk au, GUYS IDK WHY I FORGOT TO ADD DENKI AND SEROO BUT PLEEEEASE FORGIVE ME, lil humor, maybe a little bit of praising, gn!reader, slightly mysterious, flufffff. i think that is all!!

ENJOOOOOY

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izuku midoriya was surprised, to say the least. he had always been so interested in others' quirks and blabbed on and on about them. but you? you were a little different. sure he still loved learning about new things, but it's more of the way the two of you met that made him so interested.

he had been on his regular patrol when he saw you, running away from something. he saw the two men following you shortly after and quickly understood what was happening. jumping down from the building he had been sitting on the entire night, he was ready to come to rescue you... only to find out you didn't really need his help.

the crash from what looked to be a boulder rang in his ears, and he couldn't help but gulp at the ground as it cracked and broke under your feet. okay... so your quirk was something involving earth... until it wasn't.

fire flew at the men who at this point wondered if it was even worth it. your body moved and contorted in ways that mesmerized izuku. he couldn't help but watch you. you seemed so focused and entranced with every movement, your eyes somewhat glowing in the moonlight.

it wasn't long after the two men gave up.

"that was absolutely incredible! how'd you do all that?"

he had spooked you, causing a gush of wind sending him back into the wall... noted. you could control the air as well. as you ran to him apologizing to no end. izuku smiled. this was definitely the most interesting thing he'd seen that night.

katsuki bakugo was never one to be impressed easily. he'd shrug off anyone and would blow up at anyone trying to outdo him. shocker. you were no different. you clutched your hood close to your body as he flung his body at you. to which you nearly dodged. you tried your hardest to de-escalate the situation, but has being rational ever worked on him?

"c'mon! pick a quirk and stick to it!"

you had ignored his screaming, as you moved to touch the ground beneath you. it shook and rumbled, as you somehow moved your body with the stones and rocks. your eyes glowing as the concrete flew at him, as you used the wind around you more in tune with yourself. it wasn't until you had finally struck a blow that he finally let up... only to wipe his mouth, a crooked smile plastered on his lips.

"that all you got?"

eijiro kirishima had known you since childhood and was always intrigued by what all you could do. as the two of you sat on the sand near the beach he picked at you for controlling the water.

"you can do just about anything can't you?"

you had just shrugged your shoulders, laying your head on your knees. water was probably your favorite. it had always calmed you down. it was also always so gentle with you.

"i think you're pretty awesome, y/n. you and all four of your elemental bullshit quirks."

you scoffed as he teased at you, pulling you into a headlock.

shoto todoroki probably felt the most comfortable with you. the both of you could sort of relate on different topics. sure, your background wasn't anything like his, but the way both of you had more than one thing to worry about seemed almost homey. the two of you would use your fire abilities together.

and although he only had one other quirk. that didn't stop him from admiring you for what you had and did.

(sorry if this seemed a little rushed!! i hope you still liked it!!)

[duckielover151]

THE ONE PIECE DIARIES

Episode Count: 400

Holy crap. It's been so hard to hold out for the 400th episode to write an update. Everything just got crazy in the last 10 episodes or so. There are so many things to talk about! Strap in for a long one.

Okay. First. Sabaody. A location that is as beautiful as it is horrifying... Honestly, I feel like it took just a little too long for that fact to sink in for the crew. What part of Hachi's "Stand by and do nothing even if someone gets shot in front of you" warning was unclear that things are pretty fucked up here? The government's corruption has escalated even further with this new, up-close look at the human- (and other) trafficking and slavery system. It's honestly astonishing that anyone supports the World Government at this point.

And don't even get me started on the World Nobles. Never has a punch been more overdue yet so satisfying. I want them to storm into this so called "Holy Land" and just start beating up anyone they can find there too. (It's been a minute since I've talked about Enel, but have I mentioned how much I hate god complex characters?)

And then, of course, was the mass introduction of so many important characters... (Supernova is such a cool name for a group of rising stars... Maybe not totally, scientifically accurate... but cool.)

I recognize a lot of those names. The only one I really know much about is Law. I believe I've gotten basically his entire backstory, but I'm excited to see it play out in person, the little details I'm sure to have missed. Kid and Killer are also really familiar names, though I don't actually know that much about them.

I can definitely see why Law and Kid in particular come up so much in the fandom, if their introduction is anything to go by. That fight with the three captains fending off the Navy outside the auction house may not have been the most impressive fight in the series, but it was also a really fun spectacle. Kid, Luffy, and Law have already got a great sort of chemistry and dynamic, and I'm excited to see that grow.

There were a few others who stood out who I'm also looking forward to getting to know better... Jewelry Bonney is an interesting one. She seems to have the ability to age and de-age herself at will, which could be super useful... Though she doesn't seem much like the type for espionage... She seems like someone who really walks her own path. Some of these introductions were a little rushed, but I feel like hers was really good. They got in everything we needed to know about her, including her main policy of not getting caught up in anyone else's bullshit. And the Straw Hats seems to specialize in getting caught up in other people's problems... I'd like to see her team up with our crew... but I kind of get the feeling that she'll end up being an enemy, or at least a hostile rival, whenever they meet again.

Basil Hawkins is the other one who really stood out to me. He's another interesting one who I'm really not sure where he'll stand in the future. He has the potential to be either really cool or really annoying. Fortunetelling has the potential to be a fascinating ability... I'll be interested to see if he pairs it with another talent... and just how much he relies on it. His assurance that it wasn't his time to die because his cards told him so while his crewmate was panicking... isn't exactly reassuring. The concept of fate can be a tricky one in fiction. He seems like a character who might get shot down just to make a point if he relies on it too much.

And! I can't believe I almost forgot about Rayleigh.

Now, the huge backstory element that he revealed... That the Roger Pirates were never actually captured; Gol D. Roger turned himself in because he was already dying of some incurable illness... is something I already knew. But damn, those were some really great reveal scenes. Hell, Rayleigh's reveal scene, where they pause for just that extra second before adding that he's the former pirate king's vice captain (I think I prefer the term first mate, to be honest...) was really great. Kind of gave me the shivers even though I already knew who he was.

There were some really, really great moments throughout his story too... The one where he's reliving Roger's last words to him before turning himself in... It just struck me all of a sudden and made me kind of unexpectedly emotional... to realize that Rayleigh wasn't remembering the scene as his younger self. He was still the old man sitting at the table with the Straw Hats while Roger's comparative youth (and overall vibe) was frozen in time, as it always will be...

I think it really reinforced that Rayleigh's moved on and is living in the present, no matter how much he may have been affected by it at the time. But I think it also raises some questions. And comparisons.

We've already seen other characters meeting Luffy and being struck by the resemblance to Roger. But I think it's going to be these crews' differences that really stand out to me. Because if the Rogers are all still alive and well... it's almost a little disappointing that they're not still out there raising hell in their own ways, even if the crew's disbanded.

I just can't help pondering what it would be like if the roles were reversed. Because while I'm sure Luffy wouldn't want his crew to risk their lives for him... especially if they all knew he was already dying... I also can't picture it going down any other way than his friends storming the execution platform. After everything he's proven he's willing to do to save a friend... I can't help but feel the best way to honor him would be to live their lives by his example. I can't imagine this crew just fading into obscurity, even if they lost their captain.

But maybe that just has to do with the biggest mystery of all. Rayleigh basically comes right out and says that they were all changed forever by whatever they experienced at the end of their journey, whatever the One Piece is... And that they all made a choice when confronted with that knowledge. And maybe the Straw Hats will make a different choice once they find it.

And I sure wish I could say I would have had Robin and Luffy's resolve, to decide I wanted to find it myself, no matter how long that might take... But I probably would have cracked and demanded answers. Whenever it all does get revealed... I feel like the fandom's gonna explode.

[krenenbaker]

Trick or Treat~!

Pairing: Che'nya x Floyd (could be read platonically or romantically)

Summary: It's finally Halloween night, but Floyd is in a bit of a slump. However, the arrival of a curious companion may just make the Halloween party a bit more interesting for him.

Notes: This is my first attempt at something following a prompt - specifically, "Trick or Treat" for the 2023 TWST Rarepair Halloween event. I'm trying to get more comfortable/practiced with writing prose (which is why this wasn't posted on the 30th... oops), and only vaguely ended up following the prompt. I'm fairly happy with how this little piece turned out, though!

Tags: @dove-da-birb, @azulashengrottospiano, @inkybloom-luv, @eynnwwyjth, @officialdaydreamer00 (please let me know if you'd like to be included or excluded from future writing of mine, or only want to be included in specific types of creations)

Floyd wanted to take a break. 

It was Halloween, and all he had done the entire week was work, work, work. Getting costumes ready, decorating, helping with their dorm's presentation, plus cooking and serving at the Lounge, all on top of normal classes? 

Sure, it was fun, especially getting to show off Octavinelle's cool setup, and 'taking care of' those misbehaving visitors. But now? Everything felt draining and boring, and Floyd simply wanted to leave, which sucked because the actual Halloween party had just started!  

Maybe he should just ditch and go back to his dorm; being in a funk when everyone else is having fun around you is not enjoyable.  He slumped down on a bench and unwrapped a sweet he had picked up earlier, before wrapping it up again. Ugh, not even in the mood for that candy he wanted only a few minutes ago. 

As he shoved the sweet back into his pocket and was about to get up from the bench to leave, Floyd heard a rustle behind him. Someone was quietly humming, and… laughing? The sound gradually moved to his side, towards the empty side of the bench.  

“Trick or treat~”

Floyd turned to face the voice. "Listen, man, I'm not in the mood to—” he froze, staring at the figure beside him. “Hang on a second, where's your body!?"

A toothy smile came to the face of the head that currently floated beside Floyd. "Oh, it's here.... or maybe it's there." A pair of hands materialized on either side of this boy's head, followed by the rest of his body. 

“I'm just kidding. Mind if I take a seat? I’d like to rest up before I keep purrowling around and startling people.”

Floyd blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “Uh, go for it.” 

This guy was... weird, and it was hard to tell if he'd be annoying, or interesting. "You don't go here, do ya? At least, I’ve never seen you before. And you’re no ghost, either.”

The cat-like boy shook his head, his jewellery jingling softly. "I'm just passing through for the festivities and collecting treats. Scaring some people, too. That’s loads of fun. And it's always nice to see my friends let loose." 

Floyd had a vague memory surface. "Ohh... you must be that RSA boy who's friends with Sea Turtle and Goldfishie." 

"'Sea Turtle' and 'Goldfishie', hey? Those are good names for my green and red friends. Cats are known for liking fish." He leaned forward, his grin growing. “Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Floyd nodded, “Floyd Leech. It's nice to meet you, too.” He looked curiously at the boy beside him, taking in his shaggy hair, piercings, and impish smile.

"You're not what I expected.” Floyd smiled, "But you seem fun, Catfish. I didn't think Goldfishie would get along with someone so... interesting."

Che'nya's eyes lit up slightly. "Catfish? Heh heh heh, most people call me Che'nya, but I guess that works. And I’ve heard some… interesting stories about you, too."

He stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back with his arms behind his head as he sighed. "But yeah, I don't think Riddle could shake me if he tried." 

"I'm almost jealous." Floyd tipped his head slightly. "Most of the time, Goldfishie likes to swim away before I can play with him."

Che'nya laughed, "Well, if you're wondering, he 'swam off' that way." He pointed off to the side. “Just don’t be rough with him. I don’t like people mistreating my friends.”

Floyd looked off into the crowd where he had pointed, and let out a small laugh. “Alright, good to know. Maybe I’ll find him later, if I feel like it”, he smiled and sat back. “And Goldfishie’s stronger than he looks, but I guess you’d know that.”

Che’nya nodded, then leaned closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I bet we could do something that would really surprise him.” 

Floyd turned slightly towards Che’nya, and flashed a smile. “Yeah, we probably could. I think we should talk more in the future, Catfish. You seem pretty fun.” 

Che’nya grinned, “You seem pretty fun, too.”

"Well,” he stretched his arms above his head. “I think I’m going to go and find some more treats… and play some more tricks tonight. I'll catch you around, Floyd." 

With a haunting giggle echoing in his ears, Floyd watched as the boy beside him faded into nothingness, just the same way he had arrived. 

What a weird guy.

Floyd unwrapped the candy he had pocketed earlier, then popped it into his mouth. Maybe this party was worth staying at after all.

[pup-pee]

the whimsey took me. blame these guys whove had a hold on me since whenever i watched the cartoon as a kid

anywaysssss harpoon mermaid au ^_^ ((if yk that 1 manga ykok))

[thatropoenthusaist]

??? THANK YOU TSAMS???

I honestly didn't expect to see Nexus, especially since yesterday was the July 16th videos. But wow. Uhm.

Yeah, the second I saw him, I laughed. I'm so sorry bbg /j, I can't take you seriously. This doesn't change the fact I adore him as a character but. I needed to pause multiple times. I know he's trying to be scary or whatever, but sir. Also, why is he so tall. Nexus, why are you so tall. He made the damn body so I'm assuming he's trying to be intimidating?? Hm. The more I look at it the more I don't like it. I don't hate the model, but, you know.

"That's just monsterous, even for you." "Thank you, I've been trying." ??? So. He is. Trying to be scary? But also Nexus is talking about downgrading Ruin's computer, so who knows.

"What does he [Dark Sun] want exactly?"

"I don't know."

"You don't care, do you?"

-

"The wonderful thing about me and his partnership is that as long as I don't get in the way, I get to do whatever I want." Eyeing these parts of the conversation specifically. I feel like that's going to be a problem later on.

I find it interesting that he has been able to replicate some star power abilities. And Nexus says that he didn't care about star power kdbsjs. Liar. Or not, maybe he just wanted to try replicate it for funsies. That too.

Anyway, my urge for Nexus content as been quenched. Really happy to see him again. He's trying to act edgy as hell though. Like he has for the past few months, yet I'm always surprised with how much worse he can get.

[lovinggreeniehours]

NOT TO BE REALLY OVER THE TOP EMOTIONAL BUT 🥹 GUYS,,,,,,,,,,,I GOT ARIFIVE WEDDING RINGS FR THIS TIME🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 IVE BEEN WAITING 4 YEARS FOR THIS

[lgbtlunaverse]

Sometimes "he would not fucking say that" doesn't mean "he would not think that/that would not be his reaction to that event" but "there is no chance, in hell or earth or any other plane of existence, that he'd be honest about that and actually say it out loud."

[general-kalani]

Random need, kinda just want Wilhelm (post bl2 verse lmfao) to just stomp on up to Jack to be like "why the FUCK did you poison me. Not mad. Just smad."

[mrfunnyinthebank]

i think my review of the 2025 royal rumble is that there are moments that are great and worth watching, but you don't have to - and i would say shouldn't, honestly - watch the bad parts for the good parts to make sense

and now that i've phrased it like that, i fear that this was by design to make it the most tiktokable royal rumble of all time

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

pt1

Lonesome Love

You're about a year old when you're dropped off at the manor by your mother, along with your birth certificate and important papers.

She never truly cared for you, so she just left. She couldn't care if she wanted to, she could barely afford you. You sometimes wonder how life would've been if she stayed and cared and hadn't dropped you off at your father's.

Bruce didn't believe he was your actual father, he thought it was someone trying to get money from him.

After some DNA tests, it was confirmed. You were his kid.

Ever since you were little, like most babies, you needed attention.

Unfortunately in a household like this, you believe you won't ever get what you want.

Your father, Bruce Wayne, never had time for you. Always on a mission.

You would try and come up to him and talk to him and try and get him to do stuff with you, like listening to music or anything, you wouldn't mind doing anything as long as it was with your father.

You tried to read fancy newspapers you didn't understand infront of Bruce to get his attention and make yourself look smarter than you are.

All he does is walk away

Tagging along behind him was Richard "Dick" Grayson. Who was supposed to be like an older brother to you.

You would always go up to him and show off, trying to look cool to him or talk to him in general.

It never really worked.

You joined gymnastics when you were 6 in the hopes of getting Dick to talk to you.

All he does is give you a "Good job birdie!" with a ruffle of your hair which you won't complain about since that's the most he's paid attention to you since you got here.

Alfred was the only one you saw and had actual conversations with. He wasn't around as often as he would like to, but he tried his best..!

You would try and join him in baking only for you to mess it up. You thought he would shoo you away but he taught you how to do it well! He wasn't always with you though, he had to go and help your father on his missions.

You feel like you shouldn't complain about the little to no amount of love. You could technically buy anything you wish for You can afford anything you want!

All the fancy clothes and all the toys you wanted! Even your room was huge!You try and stay positive through everything, everything gonna be fine.

When you were 7 years old, Jason Todd was brought into the manor.

You half expected him to brush you off like Dick and Bruce, but to your surprise, he interacted with you!

Despite the 4-year age difference, he and you were inseparable.

He read to you every night, he listened to whatever you said, even if it didn't make sense, he would play whatever with you, and he would even take you out for walks!

He told you all about his school and despite some of the complaints he had, you wanted to go to a real school so badly!

You wanted friends! You wanted to talk to others! After being homeschooled your whole life, you begged your father to please let you go to public school.

...He said no.

You were so sad! why won't he just let you go? After months and months of begging, he finally let you go to private school!

The uniform was itchy and stupid-looking and the people there were kinda rude but still! School!!

After a week or two, you were extremely popular due to your bubbly personality and your being a social butterfly!

You had so many friends, everyone at school liked you being high energy! You loved your elementary school! You were pretty smart too, you had passing grades without even trying! Even if it technically is just an addition...

You were popular with students and teachers! Everyone wanted to play tag with you and race you to the swings and hang on the monkey bars with you and-

Everything was just perfect!

Until it wasn't.

You were 9 when Jason Todd was killed by the Joker.

You sobbed when you realized he wasn't coming back. You hated the Joker. You couldn't understand why.

Why would he do that?whywhywhywhywhyehywhywhywhywhywhywhywh

You don't have anyone to help you. Sure your friends at school exist but they wouldn't understand, you're all children, and most of them have gone through similar things. They wouldnt care.

You cried and threw up so many times.

You just wanted your brother back.

You wanted him to read you a story one more time. To talk to you one more time. To play with him one more time. To see him one more time. justonemoretimepleasepleasepleaseplease

You stopped going to school for a while to mourn. It was 3 weeks before you came back.

You were 11 years old when a new robin was introduced

Tim Drake

You tried to talk to him, you did! It's just that he looked so mad whenever you tried to talk to him like you were interrupting even while just existing.

So you stopped. He made you so mad, what made him think he could just take over Jason's legacy?!

You both avoided each other like the plague. There isn't much to be said, other than how you wish you guys could get along.

You're 12 when Jason's back. He's now also avoiding you. You don't understand why. You guys were so close, what happened?

You didn't understand, you've tried so hard for all of them, so why couldn't they just see you for once?

You're done.

You can't do this anymore.

They took Damian in with open arms. Dick got close to him immediately. It feels like everywhere you look they're all together, as a family. You're so sad. You're so mad. You're so tired.

They never cared for you. You tried so hard for them. Perfect grades, multiple hobbies you hate besides one, but it's the one thing you can't get done correctly. Electric guitar.

You're done.

hi guys its me again this is highkey buns but like idk

idk when the next chapter is cominf out isigh BUTBUTBUT im still getting used to this so hi

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩-GOOD BOY(‘S) [2]

Pairing: mark grayson x sinister mark x Mohawk mark x viltrumite mark x F!reader

Synopsis: continuation from the first story. It gets absolutely feral in that room with the other variants. IT GOES DOWN.

Warning: 4/5 sum, oral sex (male and female receiving), anal (f!receiving), harsh words, struggling, cum (lots of it…🌝😔), possibly corny dialogue

W.c: 2,899 (we went even bigger)

A/N: …so, I’m here with the 2nd part. I most definitely stayed up till 3am writing my little freakish thoughts out. I’m genuinely hoping I didn’t fuck up this story for everyone but it’s def a lil icky icky in some spots and places. Rmb this is a smut story it was always intended to be a smutty story. (This may not be the end of the series…WHO KNOWS WHO KNOWS) thanks for all the love on the first part and I hope I didn’t permanently fuck up the story for u guys being a little freak of the night. (But srsly I hope I didn’t fuck up the story for u guys ☹️😭)

Tag list: @weaponxgames @martinys-world

“No.” You replied with a stern voice continuing your way down the long hall with Your Mark by your side. You had confidence in your walk, you were on a mission and you would make it happen.

“How about now?”

“No.”

“Now?”

“No!”

You two went back and forth like this until you reached the end of the hall. Your card swiped, opening the cell door. The marks lifted their heads to look at you as they looked like they wanted something from you…like they needed something from you. You had a smile of pure confidence on your face.

“Mark…My Mark, can you stand over there at that wall.” You pointed towards the wall with every mark lined up on it as he joined the lineup—the major difference was that he wasn’t locked up in metal to make sure he didn’t get away.

You observed all 4 of them, your mind running wild with every possibility whether it was gonna be good or bad. You had to think it out as carefully as you could. Your arms crossed as your back turned to all of them. You needed absolute and genuine focus. You had plans for every one of them. Your brain finally clicked. You had your idea.

Your eyes stared at the camera in the room for a few seconds before you used your mind to the best of your ability to have it freeze on the last frame it got. You then walked up to your mark as he was a bit confused by your behavior struggling to keep following it. You looked him up and down and up one last time before kissing him. His arms flew up for a second in shock before wrapping around you. You two stumbled around the cell kissing each other hard. Your tongue snaked into his mouth as he fought back grabbing yours right back—it felt hot…your mouths fighting for control of each other. Eventually, you separated for air—a line of spit connected from both of your lips. Mark looked bashful as you looked hungry and starved for more.

The other marks stared in shock each having their own things to say

“You’re just gonna fucking do that in front of us. Are you trying to get to us or something” sinister Mark shouted in a bit of a jealous tone. He didn’t want to show it but he clearly was.

“If she’s trying to get to us…it’s honestly working…I don’t know…” Viltrumite Mark said back in a low tone trying to look everywhere but at the sight in front of him.

“If you two are just gonna fuck get out of here…fucking tease…” Mohawk's mark snarled out as he stared at you and your mark in a bit of a jealous way. He blew a little raspberry at you which made you laugh a bit.

You kicked off your heels—dropping in height a bit as your mark was most certainly confused now.

“What are you-“

You cut him off quickly with the raise of your hand as you walked to the other marks cells. The first mark you released was viltrumite mark. He flicked his wrist enjoying the feeling of his body being free again. He was confused as to why you had even let him go—he couldn’t get a read on you or your behavior at all. He stared at you and you stared right back in silence. The air was thick…it was like you two were having a contest—who could eye fuck the hardest. Eventually, you called your mark over not wanting him to get angry or left out at all. You kissed viltrumite mark harshly sucking on his lip. His eyes shot up in a bit of shock but he leaned in pressing himself against you.

Your hands sprung up—one hand was rubbing Viltrumite Mark's face, letting him know he was doing good. The other hand moves to your mark, letting him know to trust you and lean in. He leaned in kissing at your neck softly as you wanted to melt to his touch but knew you had to try and stand tall as much as you could. You were sloppily kissing Viltrumite's mark before swapping over to your mark's mouth. Whenever you switched to another mouth, the one you were just kissing looked absolutely needy and desperate for more.

Your mark kissed you softly while you matched his energy a bit more roughly to let him know he could go as crazy as he wanted and needed to. Viltrumite Mark kissed you roughly—he couldn’t get enough, he needed more of you. You kissed him softly forcing him to savor it and fold at your whim or else he wouldn’t get more. Eventually, you squished both mark's faces in your hand having them stop for a second.

You saw how Mohawk Mark and sinister Mark were starting to get pissed now that they still weren’t in on the fun nor let go off. You stood at both their cells staring them down. You went up to Sinister Mark first whispering in his ear sensually.

“If I let you out…are you gonna be good?” You softly nibbled on his ear causing his head to jerk a bit from pleasure as you waited for a response.

“Yes…” he replied a bit desperately as he wanted to join in already. He felt like he was being fucking tortured just watching the fun.

“Yes, what?” You said with a tease sucking on his neck softly as you waited for another reply. He choked up a bit not expecting it in the slightest. It felt so fucking good…he felt like sinking into your hold

“Yes ma'am! F..ngh...FUCK!” Sinister Mark shouted out quickly just wanting to be let free already. You swiped your keycard letting him free. You gave him a minute to stretch before you walked over to the last one…Mohawk mark.

“How about you? You gonna play nice?” You asked him with a smirk waiting for a response

“I’ll try, that’s the best I can give you…” he said feeling content with his answer until you walked up to him. You lifted his chin softly before licking his Adam’s apple. He was being teased and he loved it…he could only take so much though.

“Yes ma'am! Let me free fuck!” Mohawk Mark shouted as he began getting more squirmy.

“Good answer!” You replied before swiping your card. Freeing him as he dropped out of his hold.

You stood in the middle of the room as the four marks surrounded you. You gave an evil smile before rubbing each of their faces. You were gonna have the time of your fucking life with 3 versions of your boyfriend…and him of course~

It was like a fucking war in the middle of that room. They were all fighting to get to your lips. Your mark had latched onto your lips first kissing you sloppily as he wanted the most of you. He was yours, obviously, he deserved the most. Mohawk Mark hadn’t even gotten a turn and wanted one. He stayed at your left fighting for your lips whenever you were free from your mark's clutches. Viltrumite mark desperately kissed your neck and collar bones. He needed more of you but had to wait his turn. Finally, sinister mark stayed at the back of your neck sucking hard to place marks, hickeys, and bruises wherever he fucking could.

You got to breathe for 5 seconds at most because whenever you went out for air another pair of lips were snaking at you. They needed you…they yearned for your touch and hold. You felt yourself growing wet and you had to keep it going. The pile of marks and you—now on the floor as they still snake for kisses while you struggle to unbutton your shirt. Sinister Mark saw this as he grabbed onto your collar roughly.

“You won’t be needing that anymore.” He said before tearing the shirt from the back

The other marks saw this quickly joining in as they all ripped off bits and pieces of your clothes before tearing off bits and pieces of their own. You were all like snakes, raggedly ruining everything just to get to each other. Your panties were drenched as they all leaned over you watching you catch your breath. You hadn’t even started and you were already in pure bliss

Your mark spoke to you softly “You ok baby?”

“We haven’t even started yet and she’s already dying…may just be pathetic.” Mohawk Mark said with his arms crossed as if his fun was ruined

You weren’t gonna let him talk about you any kind of way and get away with it. You held yourself up with your elbows before grabbing at his hair. He yelped in pain a bit before his face was roughly shoved against your cunt.

“Well? Get to fucking sucking.” You tried to look as mean as you could, you needed him—no, them to know that you meant absolute business.

“Y..yes.” He choked out as he looked surprised at you standing your ground even though it was 4 against 1.

He began sucking at your pussy quickly as you felt your thighs getting ready to shut on his face. Before they could crush him to death, Viltrumite Mark grabbed at a thigh holding it still as best as he could.

“I’ll take this for you.” He said in a snarky tone before he began sucking on your thigh harshly. He wanted to leave marks everywhere.

“Oh…oh fuck.” You moaned out softly. It felt amazing. However, that was only two of them—there were two more who needed their hunger satisfied. Your mark rushed over to your lips in a heartbeat beat trying to keep them all to himself as best as he could. Sinister Mark went to your breast dragging his tongue across the hard nipple trying to get you to cum as fast as he could so he could get a turn at you.

All of them on you, each focusing on different parts and areas felt absolutely fucking intoxicating. Your mark was basically devouring your moans—sucking and kissing at your lips with every chance he got. Mohawk Mark kept sucking at your pussy, were you tensing the hell up due to all the pressure.

They were eating you alive—you basically threw yourself in shark-infested waters. Your eyes shoot to each of them not knowing which one to focus on.

“Oh god…! Ngh- you…you guys…mhgn…fuck-“ you breathed raggedly as your mark just kept plunging his tongue into your mouth. You were practically choking on your moans

“You close? I call dibs next!” Viltrumite Mark said hastily as he sucked on your thigh. He couldn’t get enough of it, it was soft, and he wanted to latch onto it forever.

“There is no dib…she’s a person…” your mark said with a snarl reminding them that you were a person, not an object. Them arguing over you was honestly turning you on more and more having multiple versions of your boyfriend that each acted differently go crazy over you was absolutely intoxicating.

It was all too much for you as your legs finally gave a little shake before you came. Your mark and Mohawk mark were the first to notice. Mohawk Mark lifted up with a cum covered face as he leaned back catching his breath waiting for whatever command you were gonna throw out next. You shook your leg getting viltrumite mark off of you as he gave you a sour look. You had to practically shove sinister mark to get him to unlatch from your breast and your mark moved as soon as you told him to.

“Listen…” you said panting for breath as you were thinking of the next activity to do with them. You sat yourself up as you grabbed Saint Mark's arm having him lie on the floor.

“Finally…my fucking turn.” Sinister Mark said readily. He wanted whatever you threw at him. You had your mark and Mohawk mark get on the side of you and viltrumite mark sat in front of you. You touched their faces once more before getting ready to act.

You mounted yourself on Sinister marks cock. Your breath hitched but you kept going, you felt like you were gonna collapse but you had to pull through. Besides he was already huffing just from you sliding on his cock.

You began to pick up your pace—your moans and huffs picked up as you struggled to keep balance. Luckily, your mark being a fucking saint, helped you balance yourself. You had two free hands….so you got to work. You slowly stroked Mohawk's mark and your mark off while Viltrumite's mark had to do it for himself.

God it was an absolute struggle—tears of pure pleasure leaving your eyes as you struggled to please all of them at once

“Fuck…I’m so…” sinister Mark huffed and whimpered out breathily as he was struggling to not explode inside of you already

Your mark and Mohawk mark were struggling to keep you and themselves up as their hips were bucking due to being stroked off. Luckily for you, sinister Mark had finished off…he came inside of you quickly—laying back to catch his breath.

You struggled to keep wake—you stroked off Mohawk mark and your mark as fast as you could to get it over with. 1 mark cummed inside of you…the other 3? They cummed on you. Your face, tits, and side are coated in semen. You were pleased with your work but knew they were still hungry. You were so exhausted though.

You slide sinister Mark's cock out of you as you laid back on the floor huffing for breath before they stood over you again.

“She’s struggling,” Mohawk Mark said as he was catching his breath

“Shit…she’s basically been doing all the fucking work, 1 of her against 4 of us mother fuckers.” Sinister Mark said as he gave the rest of the marks a glance.

“Let’s do this one for her…” your mark suggested as they all stopped in silence for a second

They shared glances and looks before looking back at you for some sort of approval. You felt like you were gonna pass out but you knew you had one more in you…

You nodded as they put whatever they had in mind into motion.

“Let’s stuff her like one of those donut things.” Mohawk Mark said with no remorse as they lifted you. Your mark was first up—they lifted you before slowly sliding you on your mark's cock. You felt like you were gonna crash.

“Can’t…can’t keep up-“ you whimpered out as you shed a little tear from the overstimulation.

“You got this…trust us.” Your mark said softly reassuring you as they continued. Mohawk Mark used his fingers to softly pick up some of the cum on your tit as he rubbed it on your anal hole. He slowly entered you feeling your hole wrap around him quickly. Your breath was hitched now as you had two people in you at once.

Viltrumite Mark kissed your lips softly for once before he moved his dick to your face. You knew what was next as you opened your mouth a bit allowing him to enter. He knew you were already struggling—he wouldn’t go that deep and kill you. They needed you alive.

Lastly, sinister mark had you raise your hand. He wanted a handy. You stroked as best as you could while being used up.

“MPHM- ngh!-“The only thing that could leave your mouth was muffled moans because the only thing that was entering it was cock. All your senses were being attacked. Each hole was being filled to the brim. Tears left your eyes as you were struggling to even stay awake from the overstimulation at this point

They went as fast as they could to please not only themselves—but you. Everyone struggling and hitching for air as you finally tighten around your mark giving him a stare of satisfaction. You cummed harder than you ever had before as the other marks quickly followed suit

Viltrumite mark cumming in your mouth as he watched you swallow every last bit like it was good. It was salty but god you just couldn’t stop yourself from swallowing it.

Sinister mark came over your hand and arm before rubbing your head being satisfied with your work

Your mark filled up your vagina as best as he could before sliding himself out of you like you were some donut, and Mohawk Mark did the same thing with your anal hole. You were absolutely sore—it hurted everywhere. But with that pain, so much fucking pleasure came to. You were absolutely satisfied covered in marks or bruises. (no pun intended)

All of you obviously reeking and covered in sweat—laying in a pile as you were struggling to keep yourself awake and catch your breath.

“You…all of you…you’re coming home with me,” you said with as much sternness as you could before passing out asleep in a pile of marks. You were fucked to sleep and now in complete bliss.

(A/n: there will definitely be another part sometime soon 🚪🚶‍♀️😗)

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TRAITOR pt.5

law x traitor!reader

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 ⤳ PART 6

words count: 2.5k

tags: series, enemies to lover(?), traitor reader

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Three years.

That’s how long it’s been since Law let you go. Since you fed him one last lie, and walked away. Since you chose them over him and it wasn’t really by choice, beacause you had no choice.

Your old crew, your real crew, never intended to let you go. You were theirs, and they reminded you of that every single time.

Your captain knew. He saw it in your eyes. He knew you hesitated. That you had gotten too close to Law, to his crew. So he made sure you had a reason to stay. A threat, or as he calls it, a warning.

You’d never been a fool. You knew what they were capable of and so you stayed.

You kept playing the role they expected. You kept your head down, forced yourself to forget... Or at least, pretend to.

But now, three years later, you’re no longer theirs. You don’t belong to anyone. You made sure of that.

The market is bustling, filled with the scent of salt and spices, the chatter of traders and pirates alike.

You move through the crowd easily, your hood pulled up, your steps light.

You’re not here for trouble. You’re here because you have nowhere else to be.

Then you feel it before you see it. A shift in the air... A presence you know too well.

You stop walking, and when you turn your breath catches. Because he’s there.

Trafalgar Law.

Standing not that far and he’s already looking at you. His coat is different, his hair a little longer, but his eyes... They haven’t changed. They're sharp, unforgiving.

For a moment, neither of you move. The sounds of the market seem distant.

Then—

“Captain?”

Shachi’s voice. The crew is right there, all of them, still frozen in shock. And that’s when it hits you this wasn’t planned. They weren’t looking for you. They didn’t expect this any more than you did, and that’s what makes it worse. Because you don’t have time to run. You don’t have time to think. You only have time to face him.

Law takes a step forward.

You don’t move.

He’s not going to let you walk away this time.

“Three years...” he says, voice low.

You swallow, keeping your expression neutral “Yeah. Been a while.”

His eyes flicker with something dangerous.

The silence stretches—too long, too heavy.

Then—

“I should’ve killed you that night.”

Shachi and Penguin stiffen at the words. Bepo’s ears flatten.

Your stomach tightens, but you don’t flinch.

Instead, you tilt your head, eyes locking onto his “Then why didn’t you?”

Law’s jaw clenches.

You watch the way his fingers twitch near his sword.

Not out of hesitation—out of restraint. He’s angry. Beyond angry. And you don’t blame him.

You're tired, really tired, but you can’t let him see what this is doing to you.

So you exhale, stepping forward until there’s only a breath of space between you.

“Go ahead,” you murmur, so only he can hear “You’re not the only one who wants to see me dead.”

A challenge. A confession.

His eyes darken, scanning your face. And you know he sees the exhaustion. The years of running. The truth you never got to tell him.

You see the flicker of something dangerous. Then, softer—

“You never stopped running, did you?”

The words hit you like a blade. Because he’s right, you haven’t stopped, and you don’t know if you ever will.

The silence between you is too loud.

Law hasn’t moved and you haven’t either.

His crew is still watching from a distance, tense and wary, waiting for whatever happens next.

Three years apart, and somehow this feels inevitable, like you were always going to run into him again. Like he was always going to find you.

His golden eyes flicker over you, sharp as ever “You got nothing to say?”

You roll your shoulders “What do you want me to say?”

He exhales sharply, jaw clenching “I don’t know. Maybe why you’re still running. Why you look like shit. Why—”

He stops himself, but you hear it.

Why you left. Why you lied. Why he still gives a damn.

You snort “You really wanna do this here? In the middle of the market?”

Law doesn’t blink “I don’t care where we do this.”

Of course he doesn’t. Because this time? He’s not letting you walk away.

You sigh, running a hand down your face “Look, Law, it’s been three years. What’s the point of—”

“Three years,” he echoes, stepping forward “And yet, you’re still looking over your shoulder.”

You go still. He’s right. You always check your exits. Always stay in the shadows.

Law tilts his head, voice dropping.

“Who are you running from? Because for once it doesn't seems like you're running from us... from me.”

Your stomach tightens.

You hate this. You hate that he still knows you this well.

“I’m not running from anyone” you lie smoothly.

His gaze darkens “Bullshit.”

You glare “And why do you care, huh? Thought you wanted to kill me.”

He doesn’t react “Maybe I do.”

But his fingers aren’t on his sword.

His crew isn’t stepping in.

You’re angry now, because it was supposed to be over, he was supposed to move on.

Your mouth moves before you can stop it.

“I took them, okay?”

The words hang in the air.

Law blinks.

“…Took what?”

Your breath hitches.

You fucked up but it’s too late now.

You straighten your spine, owning it “The Poneglyphs copies”

Silence.

Real, heavy silence.

Then—

Shachi, somewhere behind Law “You what?”

Law doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even breathe. He just stares, and for the first time tonight he looks thrown off.

“You’re lying” he says, but there’s no certainty in his voice.

You shrug “Believe what you want.”

Law’s fingers curl into fists “Why?”

Why?

Because you couldn’t let them have it.

Because it was the only real thing you could steal from them after all they made you do, after all they did to you, and after betraying the only people you actually cared about. It was the only thing you had that could connect you with them, with him.

Because even after leaving Law, leaving the Heart Pirates, leaving everything, you still wanted to take them away from dirty hands.

But you don’t say that.

Instead, you let your smirk return, slow and infuriating.

“Guess I’m just selfish.”

Law moves, but not to attack. Not quite.

But suddenly, he’s right there, inches away, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him.

You don’t move, and neither does he.

“Where?”

Your heart pounds, because this time Law isn’t just looking at you. He’s seeing you, and you’re not sure you can lie your way out of this.

The tension is unbearable.

You can feel the weight of his crew’s stares.

But all you see, all that matters, is the way Law is looking at you. Not like an enemy. Not like a traitor. He’s trying to understand.

Like he’s searching for something he doesn’t want to find.

His voice is low, rough. Unforgiving.

“Where did you hide them now?”

Your smirk doesn’t waver even though your heart is pounding.

“You want them that badly?” you tease, shifting your weight.

Law’s jaw clenches “I don’t, actually”

The words throw you off.

“…What?”

His golden eyes stay locked onto yours.

“I already have copies, I’m not this stupid to let you go with them if they were the only copies…” he says, voice flat.

You stare. Because suddenly, everything makes sense. He never cared about the Poneglyph. Not once.

This entire time he’s been pushing, questioning, demanding... Not because of what you stole. But because of you.

You swallow hard “Then why are you—”

His voice cuts through you like a knife “Because I need to know why you took them back from them”

You don’t breathe.

Your throat is dry.

Because now, you can’t twist this into something meaningless.

Now, you can’t pretend it was just another job. Not when he’s looking at you like he’s been tormenting himself for years. Like he’s been waiting for this answer. Like, even after everything, he still...

You exhale sharply “You really wanna know?”

Law doesn’t blink “Yes.”

You take a step closer.

Your voice drops, barely above a whisper “So that they wouldn’t have it.”

Law stiffens.

His fingers twitch at his sides, like he’s resisting the urge to reach for something... for his sword. For you.

His crew watches in silence.

No one dares to interrupt.

Then Law speaks. His voice, steady “They still looking for you?”

Your chest tightens. You think about the past three years. The endless running. The close calls. The way your old crew has never stopped hunting you.

“…Yeah.”

Law’s eyes flicker with something... anger? Resentment? Worry?

You don’t know and honestly you don’t want to know, because if he’s still angry, it means he still cares, and if he still cares it’s going to break you.

Law exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair “Unbelievable.”

You cross your arms “What?”

His eyes snap back to yours, sharp and furious “You threw your entire life away for... this?”

You don’t answer, because yes, you did, and you regret it, but it's too hard to admit.

For a long, long moment, neither of you speak.

Law’s golden eyes burn into yours, demanding answers you don’t want to give.

His crew is dead silent. Still waiting.

And you hate this. You hate that he’s so close. That after three years, he’s still looking at you like this. Like he hasn’t moved on. Like he’s pissed at you for making him care.

He exhales sharply “Do they know?”

Your stomach tightens “Know what?”

“That you’re alive.”

Your breath catches. You don’t want to answer.

You don’t want to see the way Law reacts when he realizes what you’ve really done. So you try to deflect.

You roll your eyes “Oh, come on. If they knew, do you think I’d still be standing here?”

Law’s gaze sharpens “You sure about that?”

You freeze, he’s testing you and you’re not sure if he already knows the truth.

So you swallow hard, keeping your voice steady “As far as they’re concerned? I’m dead.”

Law doesn’t blink. Then, voice low “But you don’t believe that.”

Your heart pounds because he’s right, because you can feel it, deep in your gut that they’re still out there, still waiting... still watching.

You shake your head, forcing a smirk “You always did overthink things, Captain.”

Law doesn’t smile. He doesn’t even react. Instead, he takes another step closer.

“You’re coming with us.”

The crew who stayed silent until now, explodes...

“Wait, what?” Shachi chokes.

Bepo’s ears perk up “Captain...”

Penguin groans “Oh, come on.”

You stare at Law. Not in shock. Not in relief. But in pure frustration.

Because you knew the moment he looked at you like that, he was going to make the wrong choice.

You scoff “Oh, so now I’m a Heart Pirate again?”

Law doesn’t even blink “No.”

You raise an eyebrow “Then what is this, huh?”

He doesn’t hesitate “You’re just under my protection.”

Your breath catches. Law’s jaw tightens.

His voice is firm, final “If they’re still after you, I’m not letting them find you first.”

And just like that everything shatters. Because three years ago, you were the one keeping secrets. Three years ago, you were the one playing a role.

But now?

Now, it’s Law making reckless choices. Now, it’s him protecting you, even if he shouldn’t, you don’t deserve it.

Your throat tightens. You shake your head, laughing bitterly “You’re an idiot.”

Law doesn’t react. He just tilts his head, eyes dark and unshaken “Then stop me.”

You don’t, because, deep down you don’t want to.

Law doesn’t give you a choice.

By the time the crew stops grumbling and exchanging worried glances, he’s already made his decision, and you let him.

Because as much as you want to fight it, as much as you want to keep running there’s a part of you that’s tired.

A part of you that’s so damn tired.

And maybe, just for a little while, you can pretend this isn’t the worst mistake you’ve ever made.

The familiar scent of antiseptic and old books clings to the air.

You’ve been here before. Too many times.

Back when you would sneak in to annoy Law while he worked, perching yourself on his desk just to watch him sigh in exasperation.

Back when everything was simpler for that aspect .

But now?

Now, you stand awkwardly in the doorway, arms crossed, waiting for him to change his mind.

Law doesn’t look up from his desk.

“You can stay here,” he says, voice steady “I’ll be able to keep an eye on you.”

You smirk “That why you’re doing this?”

His golden eyes flick up to yours, sharp and unreadable.

“That,” he says, “and you’ll be safer here than anywhere else.”

Something in your chest tightens.

Because he’s not wrong, and you hate that he still cares enough to make sure of it.

You roll your eyes “Right. So I’m a prisoner, then?”

Law leans back in his chair, arms resting on the armrests.

“I don’t care what you call it,” he mutters, tilting his head slightly “But if you’re smart, you’ll stay.”

You open your mouth to argue, because you should argue but exhaustion creeps in before you can even get the words out.

Your body is so damn heavy.

The past three years have been a constant fight. Always running. Always looking over your shoulder. Never resting.

But here, in this room, with him watching over you...

Your shoulders loosen. Just a little.

You sigh, rubbing your temples “You better not regret this, Captain.”

Law’s lips twitch, almost a smirk “I already do.”

You sit on the couch, just watching Law work at his desk.

It’s strangely comforting.

The soft scratch of his pen, the occasional sigh as he flips through a medical book, it’s the kind of sound that should be background noise, but right now, it feels safe, and that’s dangerous.

Because you haven’t felt safe in so long, you don’t know what to do with it. You fight it.

At first, you shift, arms crossed, legs tucked beneath you, forcing yourself to stay awake, but then your eyelids grow heavier.

The tension in your muscles slowly fades. The weight in your chest loosens.

And before you realize it your breathing slows. Your head dips forward.

And for the first time in years you fall asleep.

Law doesn’t acknowledge it at first.

When the soft, even sound of your breathing fills the room, he doesn’t even look up from his book.

He tells himself it doesn’t matter. That this doesn’t change anything. That you’re still a liar, a traitor, a thief.

But after a moment, his gaze drifts toward you, and what he sees makes something in his chest ache.

You’re curled up on his couch, body relaxed, completely defenseless.

He’s never seen you like this before. Not even once.

Because even when you were with his crew, you always had your guard up. You were always watching. Always waiting.

But now, like this, he realizes just how exhausted you really are.

How much you’ve been carrying, alone, for so long.

His fingers tighten around his pen, and, for the first time in three years Law wonders if maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want to leave him behind.

You wake up warm.

For a moment you forgot where you are.

The familiar scent feels like waking up from a dream into a life you left behind. And then it hits you.

You’re in Law’s studio. You fell asleep. Here. In front of him.

And worst of all, you slept well, for the first time in years. Your stomach tightens as you slowly open your eyes.

Law is exactly where he was last night—at his desk, working.

Or at least, pretending to. Because you can feel the weight of his gaze, lingering for a second too long before flicking back to his papers.

You say nothing.

Instead, you shift, stretching your sore limbs, pretending like your heart isn’t pounding at the thought that he might’ve seen you so vulnerable.

Law doesn’t look up “You were out for twelve hours.”

You freeze.

Then, forcing a smirk, you rub the back of your neck “Shit. Guess I was tired.”

He doesn’t react. Doesn’t mock you for letting your guard down.

He just watches. Quiet. Sharp. Unreadable.

So you sigh, leaning back against the couch “Alright, go ahead.”

Law tilts his head “Go ahead with what?”

You give him a look “The lecture. The interrogation. The part where you remind me what a terrible person I am.”

His eyes narrow slightly, but he doesn’t take the bait.

Instead, he closes his book with a quiet thud and leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk, “You stole from me.”

You expected that one.

What you didn’t expect—

“You lied to me.”

Your smirk falters, because that isn’t anger. That’s something else.

Something that makes your stomach twist uncomfortably.

“Yeah,” you murmur, looking away “I did.”

Silence.

Then... “Why?”

You inhale slowly “You already know why.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Your fingers tighten around the fabric of your shirt.

You shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t let him pull you into this conversation.

But after last night, after sleeping in a place that felt like home, you can’t bring yourself to keep dodging.

So you finally look at him. And for the first time in years, you tell him the truth.

“I didn’t have a choice.”

His expression doesn’t change, but you know him. You see the way his fingers twitch slightly, the way his jaw tightens. The way he’s holding back.

“Bullshit”

You exhale through your nose “It’s not bullshit, Law.”

“You had a choice.”

You flinch. Because he’s right. You did have a choice. And you chose them over him. Over the crew that took you in. Over the only real thing you ever had.

Your throat tightens “It wasn’t that simple.”

“Then explain it to me.”

Your hands curl into fists “You wouldn’t understand.”

His golden eyes darken “Try me.”

You open your mouth, then snap it shut. Because if you start, you won’t be able to stop, and you can’t afford to crack now.

So instead, you force a bitter smile “Does it even matter anymore?”

Law stares at you, and for a second, you swear you see it... the part of him that still wants to believe you, that still wants to understand.

And that’s exactly why you need to shut this down.

So you shake your head, rising to your feet.

“Look, I appreciate the hospitality, Captain, but I should get going—”

“Sit down.”

Your breath catches.

His voice is calm. Controlled. But his entire presence is different now.

It’s heavy. Unyielding. Like he’s made a decision.

You hesitate.

“Law—”

“You’re not leaving.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“What?”

His eyes lock onto yours, unwavering “I’m not letting you go.”

And just like that everything spirals out of control.

“I’m not letting you go...”

The words still ring in your head. You should be fighting him on this.

You should be coming up with a way out, reminding yourself that staying here is a mistake. But you don’t.

Because deep down a part of you doesn’t want to leave.

But before you can even respond, there’s a loud crash outside the studio.

You and Law both snap your heads toward the door.

Then—

“Shit, I told you to be quiet!”

“You’re the one who tripped, dumbass!”

A pause.

“…Do you think they heard us?”

Law sighs, and just like that, whatever tension was suffocating the room is now gone.

He pinches the bridge of his nose “Get in here.”

The door swings open, revealing Shachi, Penguin, Bepo, and Ikkaku, all of whom look ridiculously guilty.

You raise an eyebrow “Were you eavesdropping?”

Bepo immediately panics “No!”

Penguin elbows him “Dude, just lie!”

“…No?”

Shachi groans, dragging a hand down his face “Okay, fine, we were listening. But in our defense, you disappeared for three years, betrayed us, and now you’re suddenly back, so yeah, we’re curious.”

Ikkaku crosses her arms “And also pissed.”

Your smirk fades slightly, because this is what you were trying to avoid.

It’s one thing to face Law’s anger.

It’s another to face them.

The crew that made you feel like you belonged. The people who trusted you, who treated you like family.

You glance at Law, but his expression is unreadable.

So, taking a slow breath, you turn back to them “Alright. Say what you need to say.”

For a moment, none of them speak.

Then Bepo’s ears fold back “…Did you ever care about us?”

You flinch, because that is a question you can’t lie about.

Your throat tightens “Of course I did.”

Ikkaku’s eyes narrow “Then why did you leave?”

Shachi huffs “Why did you lie?”

Penguin crosses his arms “Why did you steal from us?”

And that’s the thing. There’s no good answer. Not one that will make things right. Not one that will erase what you did.

So instead, you tell the truth this time.

“I was trapped.” Your voice is quieter than you expect “I had to choose between my old crew and you guys. The choice would have been really easy for me bu if I had refused them…”

You hesitate, because how do you explain that you had no way out?

That your old captain had made it clear that leaving them would cost you everything?

Including the Heart Pirates.

Including Law.

You meet their eyes, one by one “I did what I had to do. But if I could go back…”

You exhale “I wouldn’t have left.”

“You’re such an idiot” Penguin mutters.

You blink “Excuse me?”

Shachi rolls his eyes “We’re still pissed at you. But you seriously thought we wouldn’t have fought for you?”

Ikkaku scoffs “You should’ve told us, dumbass.”

Bepo frowns “We would’ve helped.”

Your chest tightens, because you know that. Of course you know that. But it wasn’t just about you.

It was about them.

And back then, keeping them safe meant leaving.

Still, you can’t ignore the warmth creeping into your chest.

Because despite everything they’re still here.

And you hate that it makes your eyes burn.

So instead, you force a smirk “Wow. So much hostility. Did you guys miss me or something?”

Shachi snorts “Hell no.”

Penguin grins “I mean, maybe a little.”

Bepo nods “A lot, actually.”

Ikkaku glares “Don’t make this sentimental.”

Law finally speaks, voice dry “Are you all done?”

They straighten immediately “Yes, Captain!”

He sighs, rubbing his temple “Good. Then get out.”

Penguin pouts “Aww, come on...”

“Out.”

Grumbling, they all file out, throwing one last glance at you before leaving.

And once the door shuts Law leans back, eyeing you.

“…That could’ve gone worse” you murmur.

He exhales “They don’t hate you.”

You meet his gaze “Do you?”

Law doesn’t answer.

Instead, he simply stands, crossing the room to grab a blanket from a shelf before tossing it onto the couch beside you.

“Get some rest.”

You blink “That wasn’t an answer...”

Law heads back to his desk “I know.”

And somehow, that’s enough.

Because for now he’s letting you stay, and that’s more than you ever thought you’d get.

It takes exactly five hours before the crew starts testing your patience.

You’re sitting in Law’s studio, doing nothing, because apparently, you’re not allowed to leave and that’s when the door slams open.

“Oi, traitor.”

You look up to see Shachi and Penguin, grinning like idiots.

“You busy?” Penguin asks.

You raise an eyebrow “Considering I’m a prisoner? No, not really.”

Shachi nudges Penguin “Told you she’d be in a good mood.”

You scoff “Yeah, fantastic mood. Love being held against my will.”

Penguin smirks “Then let’s make it worse.”

You narrow your eyes “What do you want?”

Shachi crosses his arms “You owe us.”

You sigh, rubbing your temples “You’re gonna have to be more specific. I owe you guys a lot.”

Penguin grins “Exactly. So we’re starting small.”

You frown “…Small?”

Shachi throws an arm around your shoulder “Card game. Mess hall. Right now.”

You blink “You’re kidding.”

He grins “Nope. Time to pay your debt, traitor.”

“Call me that again, and I’ll throw you off the ship.”

Penguin smirks “Oh? With that devil fruit power?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Shachi laughs, dragging you toward the door “C’mon, don’t be a coward.”

You grumble under your breath but follow them anyway.

The second you step into the mess hall, you realize you’ve been set up. The entire crew is waiting.

Ikkaku is leaning against the table with a shit-eating grin. Bepo looks awkward but pleased. The rest of the crew watches with thinly veiled amusement.

You scowl “This wasn’t about a card game, was it?”

Shachi and Penguin shrug innocently.

Ikkaku smirks “The crew had a vote. We decided you need to suffer.”

You sigh dramatically “Wow. So much love.”

Bepo hesitates “We… We missed you.”

You glance at him, and your smirk softens.

Because of course Bepo is the only one brave enough to say it.

You exhale, running a hand through your hair “Yeah, yeah. I missed you guys too.”

Shachi grins “So you admit it?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Penguin snickers “Alright, get over here and play already.”

Two Hours Later

“This is bullshit!”

“Stop whining” Ikkaku says, shuffling the cards.

You glare at her “You guys are cheating.”

Shachi grins “Or maybe you just suck.”

Penguin cackles “She’s just mad ‘cause she lost all her fake money.”

You cross your arms “You guys literally took my money for the buy-in. How is that fair?”

Bepo tilts his head “Technically, the money was ours to begin with.”

You gasp “Bepo????”

He shrinks under your glare “Sorry I—uh—I was just stating facts...”

Shachi pats his back “Good job, buddy. She can’t argue with logic.”

You grumble, slumping in your seat. Despite yourself, despite everything, you feel something dangerously close to happiness.

You hate it, and you love it.

Just when you think things can’t get worse a familiar heavy presence fills the room.

The air shifts. The crew straightens.

You don’t even have to look up.

Law is standing in the doorway.

His voice is flat “You’re supposed to be resting.”

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow “And yet, here I am. Fully functional.”

His golden eyes narrow and suddenly, you regret speaking, because you know that look.

“Room.”

Your stomach drops.

“Wait, wait!!!”

Too late.

In a blink, you’re sitting back in his studio, exactly where you started.

“That,” you say, glaring at him, “was abuse of power.”

Law closes the door behind him “You need rest.”

You cross your arms “I need freedom.”

He ignores you, walking back to his desk.

You sigh dramatically “So this is my life now? Sitting here while you do paperwork?”

Law doesn’t look up “Yes.”

You groan, flopping back on the couch “I hate you.”

“Good,” he mutters “That makes things easier.”

You glance at him, and you realize he’s lying. Because if he really wanted things to be easy he would’ve let you go. And you don’t know what to do with that.

You’re not used to this.

Not used to staying in one place. Not used to letting your guard down. And definitely not used to sleeping so well.

But here you are, wrapped in a blanket, half-buried in the couch in Law’s studio, waking up well-rested for the first time in years.

The realization is almost enough to piss you off.

Because it means you feel safe here.

Law Notices.

“You slept through the night.”

His voice pulls you from your thoughts.

You look up to see him watching you from his desk, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

You stretch lazily “And?”

He leans against the table, gaze sharp “You never sleep well.”

You smirk “Maybe you have good pillows.”

His eyes narrow, because he knows that’s not the reason. And so do you.

Then when you start wandering around his studio like you own the place, he finally snaps.

“Sit down.”

You ignore him, poking at the things on his shelves “You still keep your workspace this messy?”

“Y/N...”

“Seriously, how do you even find anything?”

He suddenly appears behind you, fingers curling around your wrist.

You freeze.

Not because you’re scared but because it’s him. Because his touch is so familiar it hurts.

“Sit” he says again, voice low.

You meet his gaze, and for a moment, neither of you move.

Then, slowly, you pull your wrist free and retreat to the couch.

“…Bossy” you mutter.

Law exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose “You make it necessary.”

On the other side of the ship...

“So… is she a prisoner, or…?” Shachi’s question earns a long sigh from Bepo.

“Captain hasn’t said anything” Bepo mutters.

Penguin crosses his arms “She sleeps in his studio. That means something, right?”

Ikkaku frowns “You think they...?”

Shachi chokes “Don’t even say it.”

Penguin snickers “Captain’s in too deep.”

Bepo looks concerned “But… he still acts like he doesn’t trust her.”

Ikkaku shakes her head “No, he acts like he doesn’t trust himself. around her...”

And that’s the difference.

The next night.

You wake up in the middle of the night, not because of a nightmare, not because of paranoia, but because the ship suddenly feels… off.

Like something is wrong.

Your instincts, the same ones that kept you alive all these years, scream at you. And when you hear the faintest creak of movement outside the studio door, you act.

Ambush.

You barely have time to move before the door is forced open. You jump to your feet, instantly reaching for a weapon, but you don’t need one.

Because Law is already moving.

“Room.”

The intruder doesn’t even have time to react before Law teleports behind them, blade pressing against their throat.

Your heart is pounding.

Not because you’re scared but because you recognize the man now pinned against the wall. One of your former crewmates.

They found you...

The silence is deafening.

Your past and present are colliding, crashing into each other in the worst way possible. And Law is standing in the middle of it.

“Explain” he says, voice low, dangerous.

The man grins, despite the sword at his throat “Took you long enough...”

He’s not talking to Law. He’s talking to you.

The crew bursts in, all of them ready for a fight.

But what they see isn’t just an enemy. It’s confirmation that you are still connected to them.

And now, there’s no way to lie about it.

“Y/N,” Law says, not taking his eyes off you “What. The hell. Is this?”

Your former crewmate chuckles “You really think she’s one of you?”

Your stomach sinks.

“Shut up...” you snap.

He doesn’t, “She’s ours, Trafalgar. She always was and always will. We've been following her everywhere, we knew she would have reached you... It was just a trap and you fell for it like an idiot”

The crew stiffens.

You feel sick.

And Law is completely still. Like he’s processing, calculating. Like he’s deciding what to do with you.

Then, slowly, he turns his full attention to you.

“Is that true?”

And this time, you don’t have an answer.

Because no matter what you say, it won’t be enough, and you’re about to find out just how much Law is willing to forgive.

The room feels too small.

The weight of every unspoken word, every lie, every truth hidden between them, presses down on you like a vice.

Your former crewmate’s words hang in the air, poisoning everything.

“She’s ours, Trafalgar.”

Law takes his blade without uncover it and hits him enough to let him lose his senses.

Law’s stare is now cutting through you.

Waiting.

Judging.

Deciding.

And then his voice low, cold, controlled in the way that means he’s anything but.

“Is that true?”

You force yourself to meet his gaze.

“I didn’t lie to you.”

A muscle in his jaw ticks “Don’t.”

Your chest tightens “I didn’t.”

“You used me” he snaps.

“I did,” you admit, not flinching “But not since I came back.”

His lips part, just slightly.

The anger is still there, burning behind his eyes. But something else flickers beneath it, something hesitant. Something dangerous.

“You expect me to believe that now?” he says, voice razor-sharp.

“No,” you say, swallowing hard “I expect you to hate me.”

The crew is watching, you can feel them behind you.

They’ve never seen Law like this. Never seen him this close to breaking, and they’ve never seen you look so… small.

For once, you have no clever words.

No manipulations.

No escape.

Just the truth.

And yet it’s not enough. Not for them. Not for him. Not for you.

Law Moves First. You don’t even see it happen.

One second, you’re standing there, waiting for him to decide.

The next, your back hits the wall.

His forearm is pressing against your collarbone, pinning you in place.

And his eyes...

“You don’t get to say that” he growls, breath warm against your skin.

Your fingers dig into his sleeve, but you don’t push him off.

“You don’t get to act like you regret this,” he continues, voice low and sharp “Like any of this ever meant something to you.”

“It did” you whisper.

His grip tightens.

“Then why the hell did you leave?”

You close your eyes, trying to breathe through the ache in your chest.

“Because they wouldn’t have let me go.”

That’s the real truth. You weren’t just a spy. You were a possession. A weapon they weren’t willing to lose.

And you know they’ll come for you. They’ll never stop.

When he finally lets you go, when he takes a step back and looks at you like he doesn’t recognize you anymore...

You realize something.

You were never scared of your old crew.

You were scared of this... of losing him.

And you just did.

For the first time in your life, you feel something close to desperation.

Not because of the danger. Not because of the consequences.

But because of the way Law looks at you now.

Like you’re nothing. Like you’re a mistake. Like you never meant anything at all.

And the weight of it, the crushing, unbearable weight of it, slams into you all at once.

You break.

Right there. In front of everyone.

You collapse.

Your legs give out first.

You don’t even realize you’re falling until your knees hit the floor.

Your hands tremble, fingers curling uselessly against the cold metal.

Your whole body is shaking.

You can handle being hunted.

You can handle being hated.

But not by him.

Not by Law.

Not when you...

Not when you love him.

“y/n?” Bepo’s voice is soft, uncertain.

The crew is staring.

You don’t care.

Because it doesn’t matter anymore.

The words spill out.

“I love you.”

You barely recognize your own voice.

It’s raw. Shaky. Pathetic.

But you don’t care.

Because it’s the truth.

For the first time, you don’t want to hide it.

Law doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even breathe.

He just stands there, watching you, expression unreadable.

You swallow, chest heaving.

“I love you,” you say again, softer this time “And I know that doesn’t matter now. I know I ruined everything. But it was real.”

Your fingers tighten into fists against your lap.

“It was real for me, Law.”

A beat of silence.

Then Law exhales.

Long. Slow. Unsteady.

Like he’s trying to control something. Like he’s fighting something.

His eyes... there’s no hate there. There never was.

Just pain.

And that’s so much worse.

Because if he hated you, if he truly hated you, this would be easier.

But he doesn’t and that’s the real tragedy.

The crew is silent.

Bepo looks torn between stepping in and giving Law space.

Ikkaku, Shachi, and Penguin exchange uncertain glances.

This is not what they expected.

And then Law speaks “I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.”

It shouldn’t hurt this much, but it does.

Because he means it, and you deserve it.

But that doesn’t stop the way your throat tightens painfully. Doesn’t stop the tears from falling harder. Doesn’t stop the way your fingers dig into the floor, like you’re trying to hold yourself together.

“But you loved me...” you whisper. Begging.

Not for forgiveness.

Not for understanding.

Just for him to admit it.

Just one last time.

Law closes his eyes.

A breath.

A heartbeat.

Then...

“I did.”

And it destroys you.

Past tense.

Like it doesn’t matter anymore, like you don’t matter anymore.

You suck in a breath sharp and uneven.

Your whole body feels too heavy, too numb.

Like you’re still falling, even though you’re already on your knees.

Like you’re losing something you never should’ve had in the first place.

And Law, he just stands there.

Watching. Expression unreadable.

But you see the pain, the anger and the hesitation in his eyes.

Neither of you knows how to crawl out of it.

No one speaks.

No one moves.

Because what the hell are they supposed to say?

Bepo looks devastated.

Shachi and Penguin keep glancing at each other, like they’re waiting for Law to do something.

Ikkaku crosses her arms, her expression torn between anger and pity.

And in the middle of it all... you, still on your knees, still falling apart, still waiting for something, anything, to hold onto.

But Law doesn’t reach for you.

He doesn’t tell you it’s going to be okay.

“Get up” Law says finally.

His voice is low. Flat. Empty.

You force yourself to look at him.

And that’s when you realize he’s done.

Not just angry.

Not just hurt.

Done.

The realization hits you like a bullet.

Your fingers tighten against the floor, chest caving in.

“I don’t know what you want me to do...” you whisper.

He doesn’t blink “I don’t want anything from you.”

Your breath catches, because that’s worse than hate.

That’s indifference.

And you can’t handle that.

Not from him.

Not from the man you never should’ve loved but did anyway.

You push yourself up on unsteady legs.

Your body feels wrong. Unfamiliar.

Like it doesn’t belong to you anymore. Like nothing does.

You wipe at your face with the back of your sleeve.

It doesn’t matter. Nothing does. Not anymore.

You inhale sharply, one last act of control.

Then, you nod.

“Understood, Captain...”

Law’s fingers twitch.

Like he hates hearing you say that.

Like it’s too final.

Like he almost wants to take it back.

But he doesn’t, and you don’t give him the chance.

Because you’re already walking past him.

Already leaving.

Already disappearing.

And no one, not even Law, stops you this time.

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[sevsgiirl]

— piss her off ‘til she hates me, pt. 2

pt. 1, pt. 3

mechanic!sevika x reader. men and minors dni.

synopsis: when the vacant house next to sevika’s finally got new tenants she didn’t think much of it. as long as her new neighbors didn’t cause any trouble, all was well. that is until she found out the neighbor had a young daughter.

word count: 9k words.

tags: age difference, alternate universe, mechanic!sevika, brat!reader, enemies to lovers, oral sex, dom!sevika, sub!reader, pet names, scissoring, hate sex, vaginal fingering.

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it’s been two days since you and your father moved in and sevika was beginning to think she had nothing to worry about.

your old man seemed nice enough and his shift at the town’s office started this monday morning. she found out yesterday that he clocked in at exactly 6am and would come back home at 7pm and sevika felt bad for the guy. her job starts at 9am and ends at 6pm, and that was already exhausting for her.

she didn’t have any work today because her boss wanted to remodel the place. some of the paint on the walls had chipped off and her co-worker, ran, almost had one of the metal shelves fall on them due to rust.

but she still went out of her way to wake up early so she can work out, meaning she was able to catch up with your father when he pulled up at your driveway, ready to leave as he unlocked his car while sevika watched from her garage.

she just finished her cardio and was toweling herself dry from the sweat dripping off her forehead when you suddenly ran out in a pair of fluffy pink slippers, your hair in disarray while a thin blanket was draped over your shoulders. you gave your dad a quick hug and he smiled before he kissed the top of your head and sevika had to admit she found the view endearing.

she didn’t have a good relationship with her father. after her mother died her relationship with him got tethered and for the remaining years before he passed it just felt like living under the same roof as a ghost - a shell of a man who once had everything and then nothing, which made her resentful given the fact he still had a daughter, after all. that’s why she admires your father.

that in spite of everything he still looked out for you. and she admires you too in a way, that after everything you didn’t let the passing of your mother weigh you down too much that you still managed to stop yourself from going down the path of an addiction. unlike her, it took her a good chunk of her twenties and thirties to overcome hers, but even now, she still needs at least 4 pints of alcohol to get through the day.

so that’s what convinced her that since your old man was a good example maybe you wouldn’t be too troublesome.

oh, but she thought wrong.

it wasn’t until a few hours after your dad left and she finished her workout and decided to go back to bed was when she heard it.

that awful, grating sound of a speaker blasting music from your bedroom window, which coincidentally happened to be right across hers.

sevika tried to tune it out thinking maybe she’d be able to sleep it off or that eventually you’ll turn it off, but after twenty minutes where you showed no signs of stopping, she begrudgingly got up from bed in only a wife beater and sweat pants hanging low on her hips, marching out of her house and up to yours.

she didn’t want it to come to this, she thought maybe she was just overreacting when she sensed you were going to be a problem but like always, her gut instinct was right.

she pounded on your front door and when you took too long to open it, she scowled and banged on it so hard she swore she could’ve torn the hinges off.

“open up!” she yelled.

the music came to a screeching halt. fucking finally. she never really let her temper get the best of her, she normally had a tight hold on it, but in moments like these where she was given some time off work and to relax, to have that disrupted so early in the morning irked her beyond comprehension. plus didn’t you have any consideration? it’s nine in the fucking morning.

it took a couple of moments before the door swung open and revealed you, still clad in your pajamas (rather skimpy at that, as you only sported a baby black tee and shorts) distracting her with your bare thighs before your voice snapped her out of it.

“can I help you?”

again, your voice got on her nerves because not only was it a huge contrast to your inconsiderate behavior, being soft-spoken and all, but the way you asked the question didn’t help either. you almost sounded like you were the one being inconvenienced.

her jaw clenched “can you turn the music down? it’s so loud and I don’t know if you’ve noticed but it’s still so goddamn early.”

you blinked up at her with your big doe eyes, and if it were any other person, they would’ve fallen for the oblivious facade you were trying to pull. but she knew better.

and you sensed that she wasn’t having any of it either, making the ends of your mouth twitch as you glared up at her.

“you know, I’m beginning to doubt my dad’s judgment when he said you were cool.” you quipped back which only made her chuckle.

“I am, only because your father was good company and respectful. but you,” you dared her with your eyes to continue and quite frankly, she had no problem doing just that “you on the other hand? yeah, can’t really say the same.”

you shot daggers at her with your eyes but you were quiet for a bit despite her remark. then you grinned before walking closer and getting up in her personal space, too close that she was taken aback because she could practically feel your chest rubbing against hers due to the close proximity.

“that’s not a nice way to talk to your neighbor now is it?” you asked, tone dripping with sarcasm while your face hovered near hers, the height difference being the only barrier that stopped your lips from touching hers considering the top of your head could only touch her chin “sevika?”

the way her name rolled off your tongue shouldn’t have made her spine tingle, but it did. you had an obnoxious effect on her and she wanted to justify it as her being annoyed by you. nothing more.

“turn that shit off or else,” she said gruffly before turning back around and walking away, sparing you one last heated glance before she reached her house, and slammed her front door once she got inside.

the music still didn’t stop.

 

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it only got worse from there.

she should’ve known better than to confront someone like you who probably fed off on being told no more than anything, and you were slick with it too. you pulled your tricks just around the same time your father leaves for work, leaving no possible witnesses to see how much of a menace you are.

it started with the music, which became louder and more horrendous that she was convinced you only put it on just to grind her gears. it’d last for three hours until eventually you go the whole day before turning it off when you knew your father would come back home.

as if that wasn’t enough, you made some friends. not just any other friends, of course, you just had to get close to powder of all people, vander’s youngest, along with the rest of her friends who’s been sevika’s biggest nightmares for as long as she could even remember.

they’d stop by your house to hang out which would’ve been fine hadn’t powder brought her whole damn crew with her, and she means that literally too. powder and her boyfriend ekko had their own little band as a sideline job which they called the firelights, and for some ungodly reason, you decided to invite them over as well.

the firelights testing out their new equipment in your garage while you and the rest had drinks in your front yard, flinging some of the red solo cups you were using carelessly into the trash bin and of course missing, causing three or four to land on sevika’s yard instead.

combined with the commotion coming from your garage and the fucking littering, sevika was about to pop a vein. she knew she’d have to confront you again without there being other people so as to not cause a scene, so instead, she took her jacket and got out of the house so she wouldn’t have to endure any more of this nonsense. but while she was stomping away, the sound of your maddening voice made her pause.

“afternoon, sevika!” you chirped from where you sat in your front yard in your plastic chair, a stupid obnoxious grin on your face as you drank from your red solo cup before flinging it directly on sevika’s lawn, making her eye twitch before she got into the driver’s seat of her car and slammed the door shut. scowling at you one last time and she swore she saw you giggle.

fucking brat.

 

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she couldn’t take any more of your bullshit.

but she didn’t want to make it awkward with your father by bringing it up. aside from the fact she got along with him, she’d seen how tired he was after a long day at work. he does not need sevika giving him crap about how his daughter is a major pain in the ass.

vander and silco seem to agree as well.

“just ignore her, girls her age tend to act like that so they can get a rise out of you.” silco advised as sevika scoffed.

“I’d be lying if I said vi and powder don’t act the same way sometimes,” vander chimed in from behind the counter of the bar, a bustling little establishment he and silco opened years ago, before pouring sevika another pint of beer.

sevika chugged it down in mere seconds, letting out a groan “why did you even let that gremlin daughter of yours befriend her? now I got two problems on my hands.“

vander sighed “you know how she is, she’s sociable. and the girl is new here, are you really mad that she’s making friends?”

“I couldn’t give less than two shits that she’s making friends, my problem is that she and your daughter are causing a ruckus while I’m a few feet away.” she snapped “I only have a few days off before my boss clocks me in again, and I haven’t had the time to enjoy it.”

both men exchanged deliberate glances with one another before vander nodded in understanding.

“I’ll talk to her.”

sevika held onto that promise. even as she returned home from the bar, her head pounding from the afternoon spent complaining about how much of a nuisance you were while she drank her stress away.

she noticed that your father’s car still wasn’t in your driveway, but thankfully powder and her friends already left. relieved, she strode up to her house and up to her bedroom, already wanting to sleep the day away because she knew you’d wake her up with your obnoxious music in the morning.

she begrudgingly stepped into her bedroom while she stripped herself from her shirt, leaving her in only her sports bra as she tossed her keys onto her nightstand, about to turn the lamp shade on when her peripheral caught something from your window.

there you were, clad in a matching black lace set of lingerie. you looked at yourself in your vanity mirror while your hands roamed from your torso up to your shoulder blades until you fidgeted with the thin straps of your bra.

’what the fuck?’ sevika thought to herself as she watched you almost in a daze, entranced at how you fondled parts of yourself while being unaware that you had an audience.

one of your hands reached for your drawer, rummaging a bit until you pulled out a lengthy, purple object that sevika took a while to decipher what it was until it hit her.

you gripped the purple dildo in your hands as your nimble fingers made quick work to remove your bra, unclasping it from behind before it fell graciously down your back. giving sevika a good view of the small dip just above your rear, her gaze moving slowly back up to where your mirror was.

your vanity mirror which gave her a vantage point of your round perky breasts, your nipples pebbling in the freezing night air and you let your palm stroke them slowly, making you shiver as your head fell back, and sevika was sure you let out a moan.

sevika’s throat clamped up. she knew she shouldn’t be watching this. she didn’t like you but it’s not like she should be invading your privacy, it was wrong and she was forcing herself to turn away.

but you were hypnotizing, to say the least. a small little forbidden fruit she was so tempted to take a bite into, curious what you would taste like - how you’d react if the simplest of touches already got you so riled up like this.

she felt her cunt throb at the thought, wondering how you’d feel under her callous hands. if you’d squirm if she decides to manhandle you, pull your hair back while she yanks your hips and jerk you down onto her stra-

she snapped out of her trance when she noticed you were no longer in your own little bubble, eyes finally meeting hers and she startled before running to close her blinds in a hurry. but not before catching the way your eyes squinted, watching her.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

it was like it was your mission to make her life hell.

[theauthorandtheartist]

I had a dream the other night that i can't stop thinking about, where a new LOZ game was released in a similar vein to TOTK, except instead of collecting sages like in that game, there was a series of dungeons/temples that were directly tied to other LOZ games, and at the end, you gained the ability to summon the avatar/ghost of the hero from said game -like the TOTK sages- to help on your quest (and get a fun power up). All of the links would have stilted dialogue with you at first, but as the game goes on they get more friendly and at the end of the game theres a cutscene where they all "move on" and it's super emotional cuz by this point they're all brothers (player-link actually emotes during this cutscene, the only time he does so, for an extra punch in the gut). I don't remember all of the details, but what I do remember was:

A Palace of the Four Sword dungeon where you gained the Link(s) from FSA. FSA Link was the simplest in terms of abilities, the avatar would split into 4 and distract enemies/fight alongside you. Pretty sure this was the first one/tutorial temple. Later on this link gives you a sidequest after which you gain the Four Sword as a weapon (its the second strongest in the game behind the master sword).

A Tower of Winds dungeon where you got Minish Cap Link to tag along. He allows you to shrink for short periods of time to get through locked doors/escape danger. Don't remember much about this dungeon except that there's a timer to get through it before yiu have to start over.

Forest temple/great deku tree/kokiri forest type place where Oot/MM link joins up with you. He allows you to rewind time for a little bit (basically the recall ability but on everything including you). Later on He gives a sidequest that results in obtaining the Fierce Deity Mask (best armor in the game).

Arbiter grounds dungeon where you get TP link. He's basically a glorified horse; you ride him around.

Tower of the Gods dungeon where you get WW/PH Link to tag along. He's like Revali's Gale and Tulin's gust in one.

The dungeon to get the Master Sword is like the Skyview Temple, and to be allowed to draw it you must beat SS Link as the final boss of the temple, After which he joins you on your quest. He allows you to do skyward strikes with any one handed weapon.

A secret, optional dungeon that you only unlock by falling asleep on this random island. It's kohohlit. The only avatars/ghosts that you can access here are OoT/MM Link and WW/PH Link (because PH was a dream and MM was an alternate reality). By the end, You get Alttp/albw/LA link who can put enemies to sleep for a time. Later he gives you a sidequest to get ravio's bracelet, which opens up a few easter eggs and secret loot.

Other links/games were included as easter eggs but they don't stick around. BOTW/TOTK Link is a recurring ghostly NPC who you can find in all the weirdest places, offering seemingly nonsensical trades that change every time you see him (10 frogs for 13 bombs, a ruby for an apple pie, 35 monster parts for a single ancient arrow, etc). There's a few places around hyrule where you see two-bit LOZ1/LOZ2 Link just vibing. ST Link takes the place of Purah or Robbie as the eccentric scientist/engineer who will upgrade your stuff if you bring him materials, and he can also upgrade your ghost-Link-friend's abilities as well since he's -y'know- Hero of Spirits.

There's murals in the castle from Cadence of Hyrule, and there's "ancient history books" about HW and AoC. Throughout Hyrule you'll meet various NPCs claiming to be from different countries here to see "the birthplace of the hero of Holodrum/Labrynnia/Calatia."

Various Zelda's would show up too. You get a sidequest where you have to sneak aboard a ghost pirate ship. It's Tetra's. There's a mysterious sheikah warrior who repeatedly accosts you on your travels to loredump and test if you're ready to fight the big bad. She only ever brings you down to half heart, at which point she makes a disappponted comment and leaves. you aren't able to beat her until near endgame, at which point she reveals herself as sheik, has a brief conversation with Oot/MM Link, gives you some cryptic foreshadowing advice and a few fairies, and dips. BOTW/TOTK zelda is similar to her link since she can be found all over the place, but she deals exclusively in ancient materials and dragon parts. TP Zelda gives lore/exposition when you finally make it to the castle, right before the big bad fight.

Big bad is an amalgamation of all ganons/ganondorfs/big bads across the timelines. He telegraphs attacks via shifting forms to look like various bad guys (forms tentacles like bellum and Majora (at the same time) before slam attack, gets blue pig face before charge attack, long purple vaati hair and bat wings before AOE gust attack, scales up his arm and X on face before big AOE lightning blast, and big fuck-all sword and gerudo features before slashing. 2nd phase has it split into like 5 separate beings to fight you and all your friends at once (each one has different features: one is similar to bellum/majora, one is more beast-ganon, one more demise, one Vaati-esque one, and one Ganondorf-like one). The music is harsh and disjointed, cobbled together from many other games, and the noises that the beast makes are screeching and painful.

By the end of the game, there's a big deal made by SS link that you are the final Link in the cycle, that it's over, that you finished what he couldn't. There's a sense of hope, but also of sorrow, since all your new friends are leaving now. They're ghosts, they're dead, they've done their duty and it's time for them to rest. Before they go, though, each one gives you one last gift (the ability they've been helping you with this whole time) and one last sidequest (one for each of them) for you to accomplish: find their treasures, keep them safe.

Post game is you running around without the ghosts (FSA Link's ability duplicates you now, giving you 3 buddies to fight with, but they can't give dialogue and they last like 30 seconds so it's not the samel), doing mini-dungeons and fetch-quests in order to obtain major key items (all old and unusable anymore) from the Links' adventures, (the Beetle, goddess harp, spinner, shards of the fused shadow, deku/goron/Zora masks, gnat hat, various kinstones, pictobox, deku leaf, LA instruments, Ocarina of Time, wind waker, etc) and some from games not mentioned previously or not from your gaggle of links, (Harp of ages, rod of seasons, silver arrows, a doppel, ST panpipes, a revival doll, Cadence of Hyrule Lute, HW blue Scarf, old and broken Terrako, champion's tunic, BOTW champion's picture, trirod, etc). In post-game, there are new NPCs to replace the links/zeldas that used to fill those niches, but it's not the same. They're gone. It's a bittersweet feeling.

After you finish all the post game and get all the treasures (basically 100%ing the game), you get an achievement called "archive of the ages" and a special cutscene where Player Link sets the Master sword down on the side of his bed, looks out the window of his house at the brilliantly setting sun, smiles, and falls asleep. You may no longer play on that save file anymore. The adventure is over.

Basically I dreamt up a game that was a love letter to the entire series, and I'm sad it was just a dream. Logically i know this will never happen because that would mean tying up LOZ and it's too much of a cash cow for Nintendo to ever stop making, but it was a wonderful dream to have for a little while.

[theetherealbloom]

IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU - CH.4

Chapter Four: Everybody Wonders What It Would Be Like To Love You

Summary: You find yourself sharing a hotel suite with Pedro Pascal while working on the set of Fantastic Four: First Steps. Despite your different roles—he’s the star, and you’re behind the scenes. Nothing could ever happen between you two… right?

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Warnings: Age-Gap Romance (Not Specified), Eventual SMUT, Crush, FLUFF, Slight Angst, Trope(s), Swearing, Anxiety, Lots of Cliches, Cheesy Dialogue, Romance, Kissing, Real People Fiction, Cameras, Paparazzi, Social Media, Swoonworthy, One-Room Trope, They were roommates, Strangers-to-Lovers, Actors, Hallmark Tropes, the reader can sing and play guitar, the reader is shorter than Pedro, the reader has hair, Alternate Universe, Awkward!Reader, Shy!Reader, Fan Girl!Reader, Cringe, Embarrassment, Starstruck, Bullying, Physicological Bullying, Mean Girls,

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: Heads up, there’s a bully in this chapter but dw, you got Pedro on your side hehe. Again, this is all fictional. To any Cecilia’s out there irl, no hate to you girl, I don’t even know you LOL.

Side note: I’m dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!

Song: gold rush by Taylor Swift

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PINEWOOD STUDIOS — MORNING  

The hum of set life surrounded you like a familiar melody—the rhythmic chatter of crew members, the distant clatter of equipment being adjusted, the occasional burst of laughter from someone off-camera. You moved through it all with ease, exchanging quick words with a fellow PA as you double-checked the last-minute details before call time.  

You didn’t notice him watching you.  

Pedro sat in the makeup chair, already in costume, his eyes drifting away from the mirror as Coco worked her hands through his hair. His body was still, but his mind was somewhere else. Or rather—on someone else.  

It was the way you tilted your head as someone from production rattled off instructions, your brows furrowing slightly in concentration. The way you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, nodding once before offering a soft, assured smile. You weren’t just hearing what they were saying—you were listening, absorbing every detail like you belonged here. Like you had always belonged.  

He felt something tighten in his chest.  

God, you made him feel strange.  

It was the words that stuck in his throat when you were near, the way his pulse stuttered for no damn reason. The way his thoughts—usually so steady, so controlled—felt unruly around you. It was dizzying. Unsettling.  

It had been a long time since he’d felt like this. Since he’d been caught so completely off guard by someone.  

And yet, he couldn’t stop himself from looking for you.  

In the crowd. In the moments between takes. In the quiet spaces where he thought maybe—just maybe—you were looking for him, too.

PINEWOOD STUDIOS — AFTERNOON

Lunch break rolled around, bringing a much-needed lull in the day’s chaos. The crew scattered—some retreating to their trailers, others grabbing quick bites from catering, the energy shifting into something looser, more relaxed.  

Your phone buzzed just as you were sitting down at one of the outdoor tables, the screen lighting up with a message.  

Pedro: Wanna grab a bite later?  

You smiled to yourself, thumbs already moving across the screen.  

You: I do, but I kinda wanna hang with my friends for a bit too.  

His response came almost immediately.  

Pedro: Oh yeah, of course. Mind if I tag along?

You hesitated for half a second. Not because you didn’t want him there—but because you weren’t sure if he really wanted to be there.  

You: Are you sure? 

Pedro: Obviously.  

So that’s how Pedro Pascal ended up at lunch with you and your friends, settling into the group like he had always belonged there.  

He was easy to talk to, of course. He charmed his way through introductions, seamlessly jumping into conversations, laughing in all the right places, making everyone feel like they were the most interesting person in the room. But his attention always had a way of drifting back to you.  

The way you scrunched your nose as you tried to pick apart a joke someone had made. The way your eyes lit up as you talked about some old inside story with your friends. The way you were currently demolishing a cookie like it was the best thing you’d ever tasted.  

Pedro noticed.  

He didn’t say anything, but he noticed.  

His lips twitched as you took another enthusiastic bite, completely unaware of his amusement.  

There were other things, too—subtle things. The brush of his knee against yours under the table, lingering just a second longer than necessary. The way his fingers would graze your wrist when he leaned in to say something, as if testing the waters. The way his eyes would flick to your lips when you spoke before quickly darting away, as if he hadn’t meant to.  

And then, of course, there was the teasing.  

"Did you even taste that cookie, or did you just inhale it?" Pedro mused, finally breaking his silence, amusement lacing his voice.  

You swallowed the last bite, leveling him with a mock glare. "It’s really good."  

He smirked. "Clearly."  

"Don’t judge me."  

"Never." The word came softer than expected, a little too sincere for just teasing. His gaze held yours for a beat longer than necessary, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes.  

Your heart stuttered.  

He looked away first, but not before you caught the slightest hint of pink creeping up the tips of his ears. It was such a small thing—barely there, really—but you noticed. And it made something warm unfurl in your chest.  

The conversation around the table carried on, your friends swapping stories and teasing each other between bites of food. Pedro chimed in here and there, laughing along, but every now and then, you felt his gaze flick back to you.  

You were hyper-aware of him now. The way his arm rested casually on the back of your chair, not quite touching but close enough that you could feel his warmth. The way his fingers absentmindedly drummed against the table, his other hand occasionally brushing against yours as he reached for his drink.  

Then, he sighed, pulling his phone from his pocket, frowning slightly at the screen.  

"Ugh, my phone’s about to die."  

Without hesitation, you reached into your bag, pulling out your power bank and a charging cord. "Oh, no worries, here—use this."  

Pedro blinked, momentarily caught off guard.  

You handed it over without a second thought, already turning back to your food. But he didn’t move to plug his phone in right away. Instead, he just looked at you, something unreadable in his expression.  

His fingers brushed against yours as he took the charger, his touch lingering just a fraction longer than necessary.  

“You just carry this around with you?” he asked, his voice quieter now, something softer beneath the teasing edge.  

You shrugged, popping another bite of food into your mouth. “Yeah, of course. Never know when you might need it.”  

His lips quirked, but he didn’t say anything right away.  

Instead, he plugged in his phone, then glanced back at you, shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t quite believe you.  

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.  

Pedro exhaled a small laugh, tucking the power bank into his lap like it was something precious. "Nothing. You’re just—" He paused, searching for the right word, before finally settling on, "—thoughtful."  

Something about the way he said it made your stomach flip.  

You swallowed, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze. "It’s just a charger, Pedro."  

"Yeah," he murmured, still watching you. "I know."  

But his expression said something else entirely.

You weren’t sure what to do with that look—the quiet weight of his gaze, the way he seemed to be memorizing you like you were something worth studying. So, instead of dwelling on it, you reached into your bag and pulled out your notepad and pen.

Doodling had always been second nature to you. Something to keep your hands busy while your mind wandered. While your friends continued chatting, their voices washing over you in waves, you let your pen glide over the paper in absentminded strokes.

Pedro, however, wasn’t nearly as distracted.

From the corner of his eye, he watched, his attention flicking between you and the small spirals and shapes forming beneath your fingers. It was mesmerizing in a way he didn’t expect. The way your brow furrowed ever so slightly when you concentrated. The way your pen tapped softly against the pad before committing to a new line.

He shifted in his seat, subtly angling himself so he could get a better look.

It wasn’t just mindless scribbles.

You were sketching. Really sketching.

A rough outline of the restaurant table, the glasses, the crumpled napkins. And just beside that, the faint beginnings of a face—strong jaw, slightly furrowed brows, lips curved at the edges as if they were on the verge of a smirk.

His lips.

Pedro’s throat tightened.

"That me?" he asked, voice pitched just low enough for only you to hear.

Your pen paused mid-stroke, and you glanced up at him, caught. He wasn’t teasing, not really. If anything, there was something almost—fond—about the way he was looking at you.

You shrugged, offering a sheepish smile. "Maybe."

Pedro huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "I didn’t know you could draw."

"It’s just something I do when I’m listening," you admitted, flipping the page like it was nothing.

But he didn’t think it was nothing.

He wanted to say something else, something lighthearted to keep you from looking so shy about it, but before he could, one of your friends called your name, pulling your attention away.

Pedro exhaled, leaning back in his seat, but his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer.

Thoughtful. Talented.

Yeah. He was absolutely in trouble.

PINEWOOD STUDIOS — AFTERNOON

The shift in the air was subtle at first, almost imperceptible.

But you felt it.

It was the way certain conversations would quiet just as you approached. The way people who had once been warm and welcoming now exchanged knowing glances when they thought you weren’t looking. The way whispers followed in your wake, hushed giggles that felt anything but good-natured.

And at the center of it all was Cecilia.

She was the kind of woman people noticed when she walked into a room—stunning, sharp-witted, and utterly ruthless when it came to getting what she wanted.

And for whatever reason, she had decided that you were a problem.

At first, it was small things. A pointed look. A lingering smirk. A brush of her shoulder against yours as she passed by.

But then, it escalated.

"Did you hear?" one of her friends whispered just loud enough as you walked by. "She totally forced her way onto this project. Some kind of nepotism thing, I bet."

"Ugh, so cringe," another voice giggled. "She acts all sweet, but like, we know the truth."

You gritted your teeth, kept your head down, and moved along.

You weren’t stupid. You knew exactly what this was. Psychological warfare disguised as petty gossip. You’d seen it before, and you'd see it again.

The worst part?

You refused to let it get to you.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Pedro noticed.

It started with the way you brushed things off too quickly, like you were trying not to care. The way your usual smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes. The way your laugh—one of his new favorite sounds—had dulled just a fraction, too forced, too polite.

And Pedro wasn’t an idiot.

He saw the way Cecilia and her group slinked around set like vipers, the way their eyes always seemed to flick toward you before whispering behind manicured hands.

It pissed him off.

But when he asked about it, you just waved it away.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You shrugged, reaching for a prop clipboard. “Just tired. Long day.”

Pedro arched a brow. “Really? That’s it?”

“Yep.”

He studied you for a moment, then exhaled through his nose. “You’re a terrible liar.”

That made you scoff. “I am fine.”

“Uh-huh.” He crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. “So, you’re totally cool with the whole… weird vibe around here lately?”

You hesitated. Just for a second.

It was enough.

“Pedro,” you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s not a big deal. I don’t care what they think, okay? It’s just… you know how some people are. They get bored.”

“They get mean,” he corrected.

You frowned, looking away.

He softened, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t suck.”

You swallowed, fingers tightening around the clipboard.

“It doesn’t suck,” you insisted. “Because I don’t care.”

Pedro’s stare was unwavering, but you held your ground.

Because if you admitted it did hurt—if you let yourself feel it—you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop.

And you weren’t going to let them win.

Pedro sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Fine. You don’t care," he murmured. "But if you ever do care… you’ll tell me, right?"

Something in your chest tightened at that.

You forced a small, teasing smile. “Wow, Pedro. That almost sounded like a serious conversation.”

He rolled his eyes but smirked. "Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it."

And just like that, the tension cracked, relief flickering behind his gaze.

For now, he’d let you pretend you were fine.

But he’d also be watching.

TWO DAYS BEFORE THE WEEKEND…

PINEWOOD STUDIOS — MORNING

The next two days were a slow, grating kind of miserable.

It started with small things—so small that if you weren’t paying attention, you might have convinced yourself they were nothing. The way conversations would quiet just as you walked past, the barely-concealed laughter from across the room, the occasional, suspiciously misplaced item that had definitely been right where you left it.

It was the kind of thing that chipped away at you in small, insidious ways.

Like the way Cecilia and her friends would conveniently stand right where you needed to go, their backs turned but their voices just loud enough.

“I swear, some people just don’t belong here.”

You’d walk past without reacting, even as the words burrowed under your skin.

Or the way your neatly organized stack of call sheets had been mysteriously scattered all over the breakroom counter when you came back from a coffee run. No one claimed responsibility, but Cecilia had walked by, tossing you a slow, syrupy-sweet, “Oops, was that important?” before sauntering off.

You clenched your jaw. Breathed through it.

Not worth it.

But then there were the more deliberate moments.

Like the wardrobe rack incident.

You had been helping move costumes between trailers when Cecilia and one of her friends conveniently brushed past, sending a precariously hung dress tumbling to the ground.

“Oh no,” Cecilia pouted, pressing a hand to her chest with mock concern. “You should really be more careful.”

You bent to pick it up, biting back the sharp retort on the tip of your tongue. The last thing you needed was to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

Still, your fingers trembled slightly as you smoothed out the fabric and rehung it.

Then, there was lunch.

You had been balancing a plate of food in one hand, your phone in the other, when one of Cecilia’s friends accidentally knocked your elbow in passing.

It was a tiny movement. Just enough to send your fork clattering to the floor, just enough to make you hesitate—because was it intentional? Or were you just being paranoid?

“Careful,” the girl sing-songed over her shoulder, giggling as she caught up with Cecilia.

You let out a slow breath. Swallowed back the lump in your throat.

Not worth it.

So you kept your head up, kept moving, kept going. You told yourself that if you didn’t acknowledge it, if you pretended it didn’t exist, then it couldn’t touch you.

Right?

But it did.

Because by the time you got back to your trailer that night, you had to sit on the edge of your bed and press the heels of your hands into your eyes, breathing slow, measured breaths to keep yourself from crying.

Because it was working.

Because no matter how much you told yourself you were fine, no matter how much you smiled and laughed and acted unbothered, the cracks were starting to show.

You barely had a moment to yourself.  

Between running last-minute errands for production, keeping up with the crew’s rapid-fire instructions, and dodging the subtle but constant hostility radiating from Cecilia and her group, you were stretched thin.  

The exhaustion was creeping in—settling in the space between your ribs, behind your eyes, in the way your shoulders sat just a little tighter than usual.  

But you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.  

So you pushed through, past the carefully calculated inconveniences. The way they always seemed to cut in front of you when you were in a hurry, the stolen side-eyes and smirks exchanged whenever you spoke in a group, the way your things somehow always ended up in different places than you’d left them.  

You pretended not to notice when Cecilia’s voice turned just a little too loud whenever she spoke to someone near you.  

"Oh my god, you know what I hate? When people think just anyone can belong in this industry. Like… babe, you’re only here because they needed extra hands. It’s cute, though."  

You told yourself not to react.  

Even when Daisy—who had been standing beside you, her grip tightening on her clipboard—made a noise that sounded a lot like she was about to launch herself across the room.  

“It’s whatever,” you had muttered, tugging her back before she could make a scene.  

Daisy had narrowed her eyes. “It’s not whatever. She’s being a bitch.”  

You had only sighed. “I know.”  

Omar wasn’t as easily convinced.  

The next morning, when you found him loitering near Cecilia’s usual coffee spot, arms crossed and expression unreadable, you had to physically drag him away before he did something stupid.  

“Do not get yourself in trouble over this.”  

“She’s messing with you,” he seethed. “I hate people like her.”  

“She’s not worth it,” you said, but even to your own ears, your voice sounded too thin, too tight.  

Omar wasn’t buying it. “Okay, but are you okay?”  

You hesitated. The truth was, you weren’t sure anymore.  

The worst part wasn’t the pettiness or the whispered insults—it was the fact that it was working. That somehow, in all the noise and nonsense, they had managed to make you feel small.  

But admitting that felt too much like defeat.  

So you forced a smile. “I’m fine.”  

Omar gave you a long, knowing look before muttering something under his breath and stalking off.  

That afternoon, as you sat on a bench outside the studio, your notebook balanced on your lap, you felt a shadow fall over you.  

“Hey,” Pedro’s voice was soft.  

You glanced up, startled. “Oh. Hey.”  

His brows knit together. “You okay?”  

You blinked. “What?”  

“You’ve been… different.” His voice was measured, careful. “Quieter.”  

You tried to play it off, shaking your head with a small laugh. “I’m just tired. Long shoot days, you know how it is.”  

Pedro didn’t look convinced.  

For a moment, he just stood there, watching you with that steady, unreadable gaze of his. Like he was sifting through the words you weren’t saying, trying to make sense of them.  

Then, without another word, he sat down beside you.  

Close enough that his arm brushed against yours.  

You tensed, just slightly, before exhaling.  

Neither of you spoke for a moment.  

Then—  

“Can I see?” he asked, nodding toward your notebook.  

You hesitated.  

It was just mindless doodles—tiny flowers curling around the corners of the pages, half-finished sketches of set pieces, a rough outline of something that might have been Pedro’s profile if you hadn’t abandoned it halfway through.  

You felt a little embarrassed, but you handed it to him anyway.  

Pedro flipped through the pages, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “These are really good.”  

You rolled your eyes. “They’re just sketches.”  

“Still,” he murmured, fingers skimming over the paper. “They’re yours.”  

There was something about the way he said it—soft, sincere—that made your stomach tighten.  

For the first time in two days, something in you eased.  

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.  

And when Pedro leaned in, just slightly, warmth radiating from his shoulder where it rested against yours, you didn’t move away.

Pedro was still flipping through your sketches when a sharp, saccharine voice cut through the air.  

“Oh wow, there you are, Pedro. I was wondering when you’d finally come up for air.”  

Cecilia.  

You felt your whole body go rigid.  

Pedro barely glanced up, his fingers still tracing one of your sketches absentmindedly. “Hey.” His voice was flat, distracted.  

She took a step closer, her presence invasive in a way that made your skin prickle. “I was just telling the others how dedicated you are to your work. You know, always finding ways to get into character.” Her gaze flicked toward you, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Even off set.”  

You swallowed hard.  

Your chest felt tight, exhaustion pressing against your ribs, making it harder to keep your expression neutral. You were already hanging by a thread, stretched too thin over the last two days, and Cecilia knew it.  

Pedro, still looking down at your notebook, gave a vague hum of acknowledgment, barely engaging. It wasn’t the reaction Cecilia had been hoping for, and you could see it. The way her expression twitched for half a second before smoothing over again.  

She tilted her head, the corners of her mouth curling. “It’s sweet, though. That you take the time to entertain people. I mean, it’s not like everyone gets that kind of attention from you.” She let out a light, airy laugh that made your stomach turn. “Guess it pays to be in the right place at the right time, huh?”  

The implication was clear.  

You clenched your jaw, willing yourself not to react.  

But then—  

“Cecilia,” Pedro’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it now. His fingers tapped against the notebook, his expression unreadable. “What are you doing?”  

Cecilia blinked, all faux innocence. “What do you mean?”  

Pedro finally lifted his head, and when he met her gaze, something in his expression shifted—something sharp, something distinctly unimpressed.  

“I mean, what are you doing?” His voice was just as smooth as before, but there was weight behind it now. “Because if you’re here to talk about the shoot, you should probably be talking to the crew.”  

Cecilia’s smile faltered.  

It was subtle, but you caught it.  

She opened her mouth, probably to smooth things over, but Pedro was already looking back at you, tilting the notebook toward you slightly, as if she weren’t even standing there.  

“You should finish this one,” he murmured, tapping his finger against the half-finished sketch of his profile. “It’s really good.”  

You could feel Cecilia’s eyes burning into you, but Pedro wasn’t giving her anything to work with.  

Her lips parted, like she might try again, but then she seemed to think better of it. Instead, she let out a small, sharp exhale through her nose, rolling her eyes as she turned on her heel and stalked off.  

The moment she was gone, you let out a slow, shaky breath, your hands gripping your notebook a little tighter.  

Pedro glanced over, brow furrowed. “You okay?”  

You nodded, even though your throat was tight. “I just…” A deep inhale. “I think I need a break.”  

Pedro studied you for a long moment. Then, without a word, he reached out, resting his hand over yours where it lay against the bench.  

Warm. Steady.  

Grounding.  

“Let’s take one, then,” he murmured.  

And for the first time in days, you let yourself lean into it.

The evening air was crisp, carrying the lingering scent of rain on the pavement as the last of the crew wrapped up for the day. You were exhausted, your body aching from hours on set, but when Pedro leaned in—voice low and warm—you felt something in you unwind.  

“Wanna grab dinner before heading back?”  

You blinked up at him, a little caught off guard. “Like… out-out?”  

His lips quirked into a small smile, hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans. “Yeah. Out-out.”  

You hesitated, glancing around as crew members bustled past, some already heading toward the shuttle van waiting to take everyone back to the hotel. “But, like… what if people see me with you?”  

Pedro gave you a look. “So?”  

“So… you’re you,” you gestured vaguely at him, “and I’m just—”  

He cut you off with a quiet scoff, shaking his head. “Nope. We’re not doing that again. You’re you. And I wanna have dinner with you. End of discussion.”  

The finality in his tone made your stomach flip.  

You bit your lip, then nodded. “…Okay.”  

Pedro’s face softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he bumped your shoulder lightly. “Good.”  

By the time you both made it to the shuttle van, most of the cast and crew were already piling in.  

Vanessa was the first to notice. She raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across her face. “Ohhh, where are you two off to?”  

Before you could answer, Joseph leaned forward from his seat. “Are we witnessing a secret rendezvous?”  

Ebon chuckled, shaking his head. “A little late-night dinner date?”  

Coco, already buckled in, smirked knowingly. “Have funnnn,” she teased, dragging out the last syllable.  

You rolled your eyes, heat creeping up your neck. Pedro, for his part, was completely unfazed, flashing them an easy smile as he opened the door for you. “Don’t wait up,” he called, earning a chorus of laughter and whistles from the others as he shut it behind you.  

The restaurant wasn’t far—a quiet little spot tucked away from the main streets. The walk there was peaceful, the city buzzing around you but never pressing in too close.  

Pedro, dressed down in a hoodie, jeans, a baseball cap, and his glasses, was trying his best to blend in. But even like this, effortlessly casual, he still had a presence. He still walked like he took up space, like the world had to move around him.  

The height difference was almost comical. You felt it every time he turned his head down to look at you, every time his arm brushed against yours.  

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.  

You glanced up at him, caught off guard. “What?”  

Pedro gave you a look, one that made it clear he wasn’t buying whatever act you thought you were pulling. “Cecilia.”  

Your stomach twisted.  

You exhaled slowly, shaking your head. “It’s not a big deal.”  

Pedro stopped walking.  

You took two more steps before realizing, turning back to find him standing there, arms crossed, brows drawn together in frustration.  

He looked at you, really looked at you. “Of course, it’s a big deal,” he said, voice quieter now but firm. “If it’s hurting you, it’s a big deal.”  

You swallowed.  

The weight of his concern settled over you, warm and heavy. No one had ever really said that before. That what you were feeling mattered. That you weren’t just overreacting.  

Something in your chest cracked open, just a little.  

“…I just don’t want to make a thing out of it,” you admitted, voice small.  

Pedro’s features softened. He stepped closer, dipping his head slightly to meet your eyes. “You don’t have to,” he murmured. “But you don’t have to pretend it doesn’t bother you, either.”  

A lump formed in your throat.  

And then, just as easily as he had turned serious, he pulled back, tilting his head toward the restaurant. “C’mon. Food first, then we plot Cecilia’s demise.”  

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it.  

Pedro grinned, pleased with himself, before nudging your shoulder with his own.  

And as you walked the rest of the way, some of the weight on your chest didn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

The restaurant was dimly lit, warm and intimate in a way that made the rest of the world feel far away. Soft jazz hummed through the air, mixing with the quiet murmur of conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses. The hostess greeted you both with a polite smile, barely sparing a glance at Pedro—either because she didn’t recognize him or, more likely, was being professional about it.  

Pedro let you choose the table, and you picked one near the window, a cozy little booth that felt tucked away from the rest of the diners. As you slid into your seat, Pedro pulled off his cap, running a hand through his messy curls before setting it down on the table.  

He looked… comfortable. Relaxed. And yet, there was still something unreadable in his expression as he watched you settle in.  

“You know,” he started, leaning forward on his elbows, “I’m kind of mad at you.”  

You blinked, caught off guard. “What? Why?”  

“Because,” he huffed, “I’ve been trying to get you alone for days, and the first time it actually happens, it’s because some Mean Girls knockoff has been making your life miserable.”  

You snorted. “So dramatic.”  

“I am dramatic,” he agreed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “But seriously. I don’t like that it took this for me to get to steal you away.”  

There was something in the way he said it—lighthearted, sure, but laced with something else. Something quieter. More honest.  

Your stomach flipped.  

Before you could figure out how to respond, the waiter appeared, handing over menus. Pedro thanked him with a charming smile before glancing back at you. “What are you in the mood for?”  

You shrugged, scanning the options. “Something warm.”  

Pedro hummed. “Soup?”  

“Maybe.”  

“Or,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “we get a huge plate of pasta and reenact Lady and the Tramp.”  

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Absolutely not.”  

Pedro placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. “Wow. That was a little too fast. Like you’ve thought about rejecting me before.”  

You bit your lip, trying to fight the smile threatening to break free. He made it so easy to forget the exhaustion pressing down on you, the weight of the last few days.  

The waiter came back, and you both placed your orders—him getting some kind of hearty stew, you settling on a creamy pasta dish. The conversation flowed as effortlessly as ever, touching on everything and nothing all at once.  

At some point, Pedro leaned back in his seat, stretching his legs out beneath the table. His knee brushed against yours, but he didn’t move away. Neither did you.  

“So.” His voice was softer now, less teasing. “Cecilia.”  

You sighed, slumping slightly. “Can we not?”  

“We can,” Pedro allowed. “But I still hate it.”  

You fiddled with the hem of your sleeve, tracing the fabric between your fingers. “It’s not like she’s saying anything outright cruel. Just little things. Looks. Comments. Stuff that doesn’t sound like much but still…”  

Pedro’s jaw ticked. His fingers drummed absently against the table. “That’s how people like her work. They know how to make you feel like you’re imagining it.”  

You swallowed, looking down. “Yeah.”  

A beat of silence stretched between you. Then—  

“Do you want me to talk to her?”  

Your head snapped up. “What? No.”  

Pedro tilted his head, eyeing you. “Why not?”  

“Because,” you exhaled sharply, “I don’t need you to fight my battles.”  

His gaze softened, a flicker of something fond in his eyes. “I know you don’t. But I also know that you’re tired. And I hate seeing you like this.”  

Something in you wavered.  

Pedro sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “I just—God, I don’t get it. How could anyone not adore you?”  

Your breath hitched.  

The words were so sincere, so effortless, like he wasn’t even trying to be charming—just saying what was in his heart.  

Heat crept up your neck. You looked away, focusing on the flickering candle in the middle of the table. “You’re biased.”  

“Maybe,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”  

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”  

Pedro grinned. “And yet, here you are. Having dinner with me.”  

“Unfortunately.”  

He clutched his chest in mock agony. “You wound me.”  

The waiter arrived with your food, and Pedro’s dramatic antics were temporarily forgotten as the delicious aroma filled the air. As you picked up your fork, he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand—just for a second, just long enough to send a small shiver up your spine.  

“Hey,” he murmured.  

You glanced up, and for the first time all day, you felt seen.  

“Don’t let her get to you,” Pedro said, voice gentle but firm. “You’re worth so much more than whatever bullshit she’s trying to pull.”  

Something tightened in your chest.  

You swallowed, nodding. “Okay.”  

Pedro studied you for a moment, then smiled. “Good.”  

The weight on your shoulders didn’t disappear entirely, but it softened, melted into something manageable under the glow of candlelight and Pedro’s unwavering attention. You let yourself relax, let yourself exist in this small, intimate moment where it was just the two of you, where the laughter was easy and the warmth between you was something real, something steady.  

Pedro caught your gaze mid-conversation, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned in just slightly. “There she is.”  

You blinked, tilting your head. “What?”  

“That smile,” he said simply. “Haven’t seen it in a while.”  

Heat bloomed in your chest, warm and unfamiliar, something delicate but deep. You rolled your eyes, but it lacked any real bite. “You’re ridiculous.”  

“And yet,” Pedro teased, mirroring your words from earlier, “here you are.”  

You shook your head, lips twitching. “Unfortunate, really.”  

Pedro pressed a dramatic hand to his chest. “Wow. First, I get turned down for Lady and the Tramp, and now this? My ego is in shambles.”  

You laughed, a real, unguarded sound, and he grinned like that was exactly what he was hoping for.  

The conversation stretched long into the night, ebbing and flowing between playful teasing and quiet sincerity. The kind of talk that felt effortless, that felt safe.  

Somewhere between the last bites of food and the soft hum of the restaurant around you, Pedro reached across the table, his fingers skimming yours. The touch was featherlight, a quiet question rather than a demand. You could have pulled away.  

But you didn’t.  

Instead, you let your fingers curl around his, grounding, steady.  

Pedro didn’t say anything—he just squeezed your hand, a silent promise, and you squeezed back.  

Outside, the night air was crisp, carrying the distant sounds of the city with it. The restaurant door shut softly behind you, leaving you and Pedro standing beneath the glow of streetlights, his cap pulled low, his glasses perched on his nose.  

It should have felt different—stepping back into reality after the small bubble of warmth inside the restaurant. But somehow, it didn’t.  

Pedro rocked back on his heels, hands tucked into his pockets. “Still okay?”  

You exhaled, watching as your breath curled into the night air. “Yeah,” you admitted, surprising yourself. “I think I am.”  

Pedro studied you for a beat, then nodded, satisfied.

It turns out Vanessa, Coco, Joseph and Ebon got dinner somewhere else in town away from the two of you and they were waiting already in the shuttle and as soon as you both stepped inside, the teasing started. “Ohhh, look who finally decided to show up,” Vanessa sang, kicking her feet up on the seat in front of her, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Joseph smirked from his spot by the window, arms crossed over his chest. “How romantic was it, really? Scale of one to ten?”

Coco grinned. “I’m betting solid eight.” Ebon scoffed. “Nah, Pedro’s smooth—at least a nine.” Pedro sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You guys seriously have nothing better to do?” Vanessa waved a hand. “Nope. Now spill.” You rolled your eyes, buckling your seatbelt as the van pulled away from the curb. “We ate dinner. Like normal people. And then we walked outside. Like normal people.” Coco squinted. “That’s exactly what someone who did kiss would say.” Pedro groaned, leaning his head back against the seat, while you fought the smile tugging at your lips. Joseph held out his hands. “Okay, okay, let’s be serious for a second. Was it cute at least?” You blinked at him. “Was what cute?” “The date—” “It wasn’t a date,” you and Pedro said at the same time. A pause.

Then Vanessa gasped, clutching her chest. “You’re already finishing each other’s sentences?” “Oh my God,” Pedro mumbled under his breath. The laughter rolled through the van, easy and infectious, and despite the relentless teasing, despite the way your face burned under their knowing looks, you couldn’t help but feel… good.

The knot in your chest—the one that had been coiled so tight these past few days—had loosened. Maybe not completely, but enough that breathing didn’t feel so hard. Pedro shifted beside you, turning his head so only you could hear him. “They’re never gonna let this go.” You sighed. “Yeah. I figured.” His shoulder brushed yours, a quiet reassurance, and when he spoke again, there was something soft in his voice. “You sure you’re okay?” You hesitated. Because truthfully, the weight of the past few days still sat heavy on your shoulders. Cecilia had made sure of that. The quiet digs, the passive-aggressive comments, the knowing smirks—it was a kind of exhaustion that seeped into your bones. But right now, in the warmth of this moment, with Pedro looking at you like he actually cared about the answer, you found yourself saying— “I think I will be.” Pedro studied you for a beat, then nodded, satisfied. It was a small thing—just a simple gesture, barely more than a shift of his head. But somehow, it carried more weight than it should have, like he was silently saying I see you. I hear you. You swallowed. It was nice to have a friend. But then—was that all this was? You glanced at him again, at the way he was sat with you so easily, like he’d always been meant to be there. At the way he felt beside you, like a quiet anchor in the storm of the last few days.

End Notes:

I told you there would be drama O_O

Again, no hate to any girlie named Cecilia, everyone calm.

Don’t worry girlies… it will turn out fine, mostly… I think… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

YA'LL SEEN THE TEASER TRAILER!?!?!? IM UNWELL AND DYING AND SO EXCITED AND I WANT TO MELT AND DIE VANESSA KIRBY YOU LUCKY WOMAN I WANNA KISS HIM TOO T^T

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