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maybege · 2 years

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Ok for the smutty fic prompts! 118 + 153, with Ex con! Paz? cause you made me yearn for this man🥺

Heat Waves - Part 2

Summary: The heat wave continues and so does yours and Paz’s situation-ship.

Pairing: neighbour!ex con!Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, fingering (f receiving), size kink, oral fixation, slight choking, dirty talk, degradation, comeplay, unprotected sex, just lots of filth,

Prompts: #118 “If you can't sleep … how about we have sex?” + #153 “You have no idea how much I want you.”

It’s been weeks since I touched anything fanfiction related but this was a fun distraction for tonight. I hope you are all doing well and enjoy this piece! Please please please let me know what you thought in a comment or a reblog ❤️ all the love, may (also tagging what I think is your new account? @lillefersken)

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The heat just would not stop.

At this point you were sure no one could expect anyone to function properly when the city and the entire coast had been bathed in tropical temperatures for almost two weeks now- You hated it. It did not feel like you could rest properly, like you could sleep, like you could breathe. And even the occasional cold shower only made you feel worse.

A quick look on your phone told you it was three am. And the party in one of the apartments a few floors down made no sign of stopping. You groaned in frustration, debating whether it would be best to close the windows and get some much-needed quiet or leave them open and not get boiled alive.

The worst thing was that you weren’t even sure if the open windows were helping. Air circulation, you had read somewhere, was your best friend when it came to heat waves like these. But for that to work the air needed to move and by now you were convinced that that hadn’t happened in the last 72 hours.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!”

Were you too old to start crying from sleep deprivation and frustration?

No, your brain decided and you clenched your jaw, willing yourself to just keep it together.

Tomorrow is a brand new day, just take a deep breath. Tomorrow is a brand new –

“C’mon Dreks, give the girl a kiss!”

Stars fucking damnit would they never shut up?

You could hear a window creak. “For fuck’s sake people are trying to sleep!” someone shouted and you smiled when you immediately recognized the voice, “It’s three in the fucking morning, tone it fucking down!”

Silence.

You breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back into your pillow and making the mental note to thank Paz tomorrow. That would offer you the perfect opportunity to maybe drop by and bring him a coffee or maybe a self-made sandwich? You smiled into the pillow at the thought of spending time with him again.

After the rather spontaneous … night that had resulted from him offering (and actually) fixing your sink, you had barely seen him through no fault of your own – or his for that matter. With Paz getting the night shift at the construction site and you busy working at the bistro and chasing after all the tips you could get to finally sign up for that writing course, your schedules simply … hadn’t aligned.

But now that he had managed to silence that torturous music? Now that certainly justified a visit.

A bout of laughter rang through the streets and then the music continued. Your pillow drowned the frustrated scream that you let out.

Your phone lit up on your nightstand and you gave up the pretence that you would find some sleep tonight.

Paz: Remind me again why I should adhere to my parole?

You smiled, your fingers already flying over the screen.

You: Because I don’t want you to leave me alone with these idiots when they arrest you?

Paz: I wouldn’t let their bodies be found.

You laughed, convinced that you had never felt as happy as when you saw the three little dots still moving on the screen.

Paz: If you can't sleep … how about we have sex?

You stopped laughing, your breath catching in your throat at how forward he was. But not in a bad way. Not in the way Dreks had been forward with you – too forward – but in a way that you wished he had been the last time he had been in your bed.

Another ping, another message.

Paz: I promise I will take you out for dinner tomorrow. As a date.

Now that sealed the deal.

You: Save the date for when I can bear going outside and come over.

Someone stumbled on the other side of the wall and you could hear him curse. You snorted, blindly reaching for the little light on your nightstand and switching it on. You could hear his door creak before it fell closed again and only a second later, a knock sounded on your door.

You jumped up, not caring to put anything on. It would only be taken off anyway. Besides, it was way too hot.

So, when you opened the door at 2 am in the morning, you knew it would be Paz Vizsla on the other side of it and you would greet him in the nude. Which was something he clearly had not expected.

He looked out of breath, as if he had just finished a marathon, and his chest was glistening with tattoos. Even with him wearing only his boxers, he looked absolutely massive in your doorframe, the black ink that snuck its way up his arm and across his shoulder tempting you to trace the lines with your mouth.

It was only then that you realized the silence between you had stretched on quite a bit and you were still standing in the doorway, grinning at each other like little school kids. You cleared your throat, shifting the weight on your feet.

“Hi,” he breathed.

“Hello,” you smiled back.

And then he was on you, his hands cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. He was so close and so warm and you were surprised how easy it was to bear the heat of his touch when it was him that was kissing you, him that was crowding you through the darkness towards your bed.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he murmured against your lips, “You were all I thought about this week.”

“Promise me you’ll fuck me tonight,” you gasped, “Please, I – after last time, I just –“

“You just what?” he grinned, peppering kisses down your neck. His large hands wandered to your middle, brushing over the skin of your hip down to your ass before cupping the soft flesh in his palms. “You just want to be properly fucked?”

You nodded, leaning up to kiss him again. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and you could feel the stubble against your cheeks but it did not bother you, if anything, you just wanted more of him. You wanted to feel him on you, inside you, curled around you. You just wanted Paz.

The back of your knees hit the mattress and you squeaked, tightening your arms around his neck in order not to fall. Kisses turned into laughter turned into breathless gasps turned into hands running down your side.

“Lay down for me, love,” he whispered against you and you did, his hands making sure you didn’t fall, his body following yours like waves lapping at the shore. The pet name sent shivers down your spine and he was so close now, his nose brushing against yours and you swore you had never seen eyes as intense as his.

“This way,” he ordered gently, his hands guiding you to turn around until you were flat on your belly. Your breath rushed out of your lungs as you felt him spread your legs apart. His hands alone felt massive and you remembered just how giant he had felt in your hand. Stars, you could not wait to feel him.

The sheets felt cool against your skin for a heavenly second before you were distracted by Paz’s hands between your legs. One finger pushed inside you and you arched your back, trying to get him to understand how ready you were.

“Shit you’re so hot,” he murmured, thick fingers rubbing over your folds again and you gasped, “And so wet. Tell me, little one, is that all for me? Is that pussy all wet for me?”

“Yes,” you nodded, your cheek sticking to the pillowcase, “Paz, please, I –“

“You what?”

“I want more,” you whined, shuffling your legs wider apart, “Paz, I’m so ready, please …”

He hushed you by adding another thick finger and pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade. You could feel him hard against your butt, leaking precome onto your skin and it drove you crazy, knowing how close he was, knowing you still needed time but you just … you did not want to wait.

Paz carefully crooked his fingers inside you, his thumb circling your clit in the process. “We both know how big I am,” he reminded you teasingly and, as if to prove his point, pressed his cock against your hips, “We need to prep you, love.”

“Don’t wanna wait though,” you pouted, a moan leaving you when he scissored his fingers, your walls clenching around him, “Waited for so long.”

The big man chuckled against you, the depth of his voice only churning the fire inside you. “I know, sweetheart, I know how badly you need to be fucked. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you assured him, lifting your hips and pushing them back against his fingers, your thighs clenching when they massaged that spot in you that made you feel like you were floating.

“You want to know what I thought about?” he asked you innocently, his breath washing against your ear and you shivered. His fingers left you and you were so close to protesting when you felt them come back, now three fingers slowly stretching your entrance.

“I imagined what it would be like to fuck my come into you,” he revealed lowly, kissing your cheek, “Only used the hand that had been inside you to jerk off, too, tried to remember how fucking tight you were for me.”

Oh by all that was holy how could one man be so hot?

Paz grunted and the mattress shifted as he straddled you from behind. His chest was against your back, the heat of him almost unbearable when paired with the unrelenting temperatures of the night.

This was it.

“Go slow, please,” you asked, suddenly feeling a little shy, “You’re so big.”

Paz hummed, his big hands immediately slowing down, smoothing over your sides before you felt him against your entrance. “I will go slow, I promise,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder blade softly, “You tell me, when it’s too much, yeah?” he asked, already sounding a little breathless and you nodded, turning your face to rest on your folded hands.

You only had the memory of him in your hand, the size of him, the girth of him. Paz Vizsla was packing and you had no idea how you would be able to take him. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see him move, see his chest heave with his breaths and see his arms move as he ran his hands over your back.

You breathed out, focusing on the feeling of him running his tip through your folds, circling your clit before ever so slightly pushing into you. It drove you crazy and you tried to spread your legs even more, trying to show him that it was okay, that you could take him, that you –

“Someone seems to get impatient.”

He pulled out again, chuckling when you lifted your hips to follow him. You could feel your wetness drip onto the sheets but his strong thighs had caged in yours and all it did was make him push you down again with a chuckle. It should not have turned you on how easy that had been for him.

You gasped when he pushed inside you again, this time a little deeper, though as soon as his tip was inside you, he pulled out again.

“Fuck,” you cursed, wrapping your arms around your pillow, and muffling your moan.

His hand came down next to your face, holding him up and seeing the tattoos on his knuckles made you want to bite into yours.

“Never had a big cock like mine, did you?”

“N-no, you’re so big,” you mumbled, wiggling your hips to get him inside you again.

The growl he let out was otherworldly and your breath hitched when his other hand came down on the back of your neck, pushing you into the sheets. “Is this okay?” he checked in, his cock pushing inside you, stretching you more than anyone ever had.

“Yes,” you breathed, relaxing into the bed.

“Good girl.”

Feeling you relax seemed to have been the magic unspoken words he had been waiting for because as soon as his hips started moving, they did not stop. It was rough and fast and so precise you wondered just how he was able to read your body like it had been his all along. His hand on your neck slightly pushed you into the pillow, his thumb stroking over the nape of your neck lovingly while his cock stretched your walls.

You tightened around him, your cheeks burning when you heard the squelching sounds from behind you. You had never been this wet without help and yet here you were, being fucked within an inch of your life by the giant man next door who had occupied your dreams for as long as he had lived here. Your pussy clenched around him, trying to keep him inside you and you could hear him curse under his breath.

Paz changed the rhythm, then, going for slow and deep strokes that made your eyes roll back. He shifted his weight and his hand left your neck and instead found both of yours, holding them down next to your head. His mouth was by your ear and you whined, feeling completely overpowered by him in the best way. He could do whatever he wanted with you, you just wanted to feel him inside you for as long as possible.

“You look so good like this,” he rumbled, “You – actually you look a little cockdumb for me,” he added before kissing you softly. “Is it okay if I call you that?” he asked, his hips slapping against your ass, “Is it okay if I call you just a little cockdumb for me?”

You could not form any words, too far gone on his cock to care. “Uh-huh,” you agreed, your eyes zeroing in on his hand right next to your face and before you knew it, you had leant forward, slipping your lips around his thumb and sucking on the thick digit. Paz groaned loudly, his hips stuttering before he caught himself, stilling inside you.

“Stars woman,” he ground into you, “You just want me to come in this pussy, don’t you?”

He pushed his cock into you slowly, grounding into you which in turn caused some of the folds of your bunched-up bedding to catch on your clit and –

You moaned around his finger, drool escaping onto the pillow but you did not care. You felt messy and wet and hot but all you wanted was for him to continue just like this. With his fat cock in your pussy and the unfamiliar but certainly not unwelcome stimulation on your folds, you felt like you were right on the edge.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he praised you, “prettiest fucking pussy I’m ever gonna fill up, sweetheart, you hear that? I’m gonna fill you up so good you don’t want anybody else ever again.”

The idea of him coming inside you, filling you up with the load that had filled the entirety of your palm the last time … it made your walls flutter.

“Gonna come inside you,” he repeated against the back of your neck, his body slick against yours and you did your best to nod, your mouth open from silent gasps and moans at the places he hit so deep inside you, you were convinced you never could to be with anyone else.

His body was a furnace behind and over you, his hips slamming against the flesh of your ass again and again and the salt on his skin making you feel intoxicated.

“Say it,” he rumbled, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear and pushing his cock deeper, “Beg me to come inside this sweet pussy. I know how bad you need it.”

“Please come inside me,” you gasped out, “F-fuck, please, Paz, p-please come inside me. I’m so close, I just want to feel your come inside me, p-please.”

The thumb you just had in your mouth, hooked into the corner of your mouth, forcing your mouth open. “I want to hear you when you come on my cock,” he growled, “C’mon, sweetheart, be loud for me.”

And you were. Your legs were trembling, your muscles tensing and it felt like your soul had left your body as you moaned into the thick summer air, coming around his cock while he was still fucking you. His body was heavy on yours, keeping you grounded and leaving no chance of escape as he fucked you through your orgasm like he had just waited to show you how could he could make you feel even when your brain seemed unable to process anything that was going on.

“Good girl,” he praised you, “Go on, clench around me, love, make me come.”

Not shortly after, Paz came inside you. And he came a lot. So much, in fact, that you could feel the pressure that came with lying on your belly and as soon as he pulled out (both of you wincing at the loss of contact), his come already trickled out of your pussy.

“Shit it’s dripping out of you,” he cursed, still sitting behind you and you gasped when his fingers pushed it right back inside you, “We don’t want that, do we?”

You giggled, shaking your head as you slowly rolled onto your back. “No, we really don’t want that.”

In the warm light of the streetlamps that flooded up from the streets, you could see a wide smile on his glistening face, his eyes roaming over your face and body to make sure you were okay. He looked shy almost. As if he hadn’t just given you the best orgasm of your life.

Paz leant down from where he had perched his head on his elbow. His lips pressed against your temple, his nose running along your hairline. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered, “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling perfect,” you corrected him with a tired smile, “I feel like I am a cloud.”

He laughed at that, deep and genuine and so fucking perfect it made your heart clench. “Would you like something to drink then?” he asked, his hand running over your thigh.

“Yes please,” you mumbled, still trying to catch your breath, “There’s some water in the fridge. I, uh, I think I’m gonna freshen up a bit.”

Paz sat up, swinging his legs over the end of the bed. The street lights illuminated his face as he looked at you and you could see the soft lines on his face. “Are you suggesting a midnight shower, sweetheart?” he teased you, shrugging on his boxers, “I could join you.”

You opened your mouth, ready to invite him for another round under the deliciously cool water when another voice pulled you out of your bubble.

“Are you two finished already?”

Paz chuckled, pressing a kiss against your temple before turning his face towards the open window.

“Fuck off!” he shouted, his voice turning into a mumble as he continued to drop kisses down the side of your face until he reached your neck, “I’m busy.”

#maybege writes #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x fem!reader #smut

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i-only-want-endless-happiness · 1 year

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Dear pjo fandom

I just read the sun and the stars and i was so happy to come here and see all the little cute fan arts and what i find is a bunch of adults complaining about a child books series istg this fandom is one of the most toxic ones out there.

Now i could tell you that if you want to consume a product whatever it is movies,books,tv shows ecc that's explicitly for kids/preteens you have to approch it with the right mentality which is letting your inner child enjoy the product if you're 20+ something, cause of course the adult you won't feel the same wonder, and sure kids products don't have to be bad or bland and there are other things out there aimed at kids that are better than tsats BUT it's not a bad book, mark oshiro did such a good job at portraying healing and trauma, they also did an amazing job at presenting to middle schoolers the idea of romantic relationships being not all roses and flowers and unicorns, human relationships are hard no matter the kind, it's something difficult to accept and to deal with especially when every single fairy tale you read as a kid teaches you that there is a happily ever after, that after adversities everything gets solved and goes fine, when you grow up you learn that nothing is further from the truth than that, i could also tell you that of course the concept is extremely simplified but again it's a book for kids/preteens, i could tell you to not go for something you know it's not targeted to you if you want approch it in a cynical way, i could give you as example that reading tsats and wanting maturity out of it is like going to watch a disney animation movie and then complaining they sing too much. Cause now you have to tell me when rick riordan has been mature or not cringe in the whole entirity of the pjo saga? He literally wrote a dam joke after killing off a 12 years old, added a judo flip to a romantic reunion of two characters that haven't seen each others for almost a year, wrote a romantic declaration from a 20 years old something to a 16 years old girl, wrote about gods falling for the stupidiest shit said by teenagers demigods, made percy at 12 years old won a fight against the fucking god of war and i could go on so if that has been ok with you till now what is even the point? The truth is y'all are not complaining cause the book feels immature/cringe/ooc ecc y'all are complaining cause you hate will and you hate him cause you ship nico with percy,jason,leo or who knows who and that's ok you don't have to like will or solangelo you can ship whatever you want (i'm an "anomaly" in this fandom i never shipped percabeth, i started prefering percy and rachel and i ended up loving the idea of annabeth and piper, still i can be objective enough to read a whole saga where percy and annabeth are the main couple and not shit on it just cause i don't ship them together) of course you can complain about this book but at least make an effort and think of valid reasons. The real problem is why did you decide to buy and read a book that focuses as one of the main plots on a relationship you hate so much, if you can't stand them as a couple why did you read it in the first place? This book is not perfect it lacks things and there are topics that needed to be handled better sure, but it's not bad,ooc or cringe, cheesy maybe but not the kind of cringe you are trying to make it pass. The real deal here is you don't really care about any of those things you just hate the ship the book revolves around and again that's fine but just be honest it's way more respectful than taking away the work af a queer author that tried to settle more the idea of a queer couple being normal and equal to a straight one to a group of young people who are living in a society that still is against queer people.

Damnit shut up, do it for the gay kids

A former kid (still queer tho)

(if i made mistakes forgive me english is not my first language)

#tsats #the sun and the star #percy jackson #pjo #nico x will #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo

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braisedhoney · 1 year

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Captain,

I’ve been here for a bit, and uh…

(*Indistinct blob noises*)

…Remember the space goop from last time?

Yeah, uh. It’s attached now.

(Please tell me this is just a prank from the Doc…)

(*Happy blob blobbing*)

…I don’t mind, just. Probably not good.

Please ignore any weird blob noises… what’s the protocols for this? I dunno if touching it is a good idea…

I should probably get going now before this causes any havoc.

Signing off,

Crewmate #2486

(OOC: On another note! I’m going to try and learn how to draw because damnit all the artists here deserve the world- you included!

Hopefully my wrists won’t hate me for this… Also, is it okay if I do connected asks such as this? If not, that’s okay! Thank you for the art, as always!)

#2486,

ohhh no. yeah, that's probably something you're going to want to head to medbay to have checked out. i'm pretty sure that, despite his best efforts, the doc is uh. still not great at knowing what is and isn't safe for human crewmates aboard the ship. also he might be experimenting again, and we all know what can happen when he does that. head down, i'll let them know to set up a quarantined ward for you until we get it all sorted out.

and i'll have a word with the doc. he can't keep getting away with this—

best wishes (and good luck),

cap'n ney

(hey, that's incredible!! drawing is hell on the wrists but if you keep conscious of it and make sure to take breaks, you'll be alright. i'm bad at that part but do as i say, not as i do.)

#ney's chatter (ask answers)#tales aboard the hive #connected asks/reports are a-okay btw!! just don't mind me if i miss that they're connected or if i don't answer them right away ;;#i'm doing my best but my memory can be... er. not the greatest.#the numbers help though! i love how quickly you all picked that up tbh #i'm thinking of adding specific pre-fixes. like CR for general crew; MB for medbay staff; etc #BUT THAT ISN'T SET IN STONE YET so just keep it to numbers for now! o7

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dballzposting · 1 year

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I think I'm too tired to properly spin this yarn but

Well Chichi is a heterosexual woman.

She is a woman who wants very much to live traditionally and love loyally. Her satisfaction from life stems from having a stable lifelong partner and from being the matriarch of her own family.

She is also, perhaps predictably, a very romantic person. Shes predisposed to it, jumping on it when it enters her worldview, and as a kid, she becomes committed to Son Goku.

She was very upset when he didnt play the romance game with her, and continues to be upset when he isnt the present family man that she needs him to be.

So. Becasue of all of this, you would not consider her a candidate for a romantic triste (that may be the wrong word but I mean, like, an affair). And yeah, true! She just wants to be loyal, and for her mate to be worthwhile, god damnit! It's the taurus in her!

But listen. She is a very traditional and high-strung woman. And theres this phenomenon where people who follow very strict rules may break strange ones, becasue everyone breaks them every once in a while, and if everything is a big deal to you, then you lose sight of what REALLY shouldnt be broken.

And Chichi, yknow, we all know her, yknow? Shes romantic. Shes strong and forceful. Shes a consummate lover, man, I feel like she just really needs that emotional and physcial satisfaction, yknow? Of course it all happens in the privacy of the home of the married couple because THATS PROPER ! And that's how she wants it to be.

But listen, man, ms Chichi? She's a little off her rocker, yknow?

Hey, listen. I do believe that Ms Chichi is heterosexual. But in a lifestyle that does little to develop base pursuits, sexuality means nothing. Who cares what you feel about whom. All that matters is that you find yourself in the family structure that you need to have, with a partner who can help make it happen. Those feelings of physcial attraction - while are nice to feel and to have satisfied - arent a prerequisite to the stability and fulfillment she would get by a life partner whom she likes well enough otherwise to make her happy and fill her needs. My point is that it's like 1950s USA all up in her shit and sex is an underdeveloped reality, unexplored and underappreciated for its versatility and nuance. Therefore, it holds almost no bearing over her practical mind.

But make no mistake - our Venus-in-Taurus Chichi is a strong and physical woman who does need some lovings from time to time.

LISTEN, OKAY? You may feel that what I am about to say is contradictory but hear me out.

If Ms Chichi got hit on by a woman she would not tolerate it to start. She would have her fists on her hips and she'd be glaring and she'd be like "Uh huh. Okay. I've heard of this. Every now and then you get a woman who thinks it's her place to talk to another woman that way. To speak in such a manner - it degrades the whole sex, doesnt it? Better than having the men hear you speak like that, I suppose - but I for one wont disrespect myself by standing here listening to it."

See Chichi wouldnt snap at a woman in her current age the way she would always snap at a man becasue, well, her women are her fellows. She'll hear them out. She knows theyre smart.

But listen. Man. Goku's been fucked off training with Oob for forever. Piccolo wont visit since Goten got older and no longer needs the extra parental guidance (and Goten has frankly become intolerable company and we all know that thats why Piccolo wont visit but that's beside the point). What's a woman like Chichi supposed to do?

Shes ran a tight ship and a good home. She controls her own life. No one even cares what she does anymore. No one has looked at her in a long time.

She has strong beliefs and she reaps self-esteem from playing by them, romantic loyalty is a huge deal to her. But loyalty to whom? What about loyalty to herself?

Hey, this other woman may have spoken to her that way, but she was a sharp-eyed and witty woman, and good company is hard to find these days!

Chichi is not so prideful that she cant see eye to eye with her fellows. It's been a while since she delighted in fresh feminine connection. Women get it, you know?

It's been even longer since shes had physcial satisfaction. She used to be a martial artist, but she hasnt maintained it enough to keep her joints from aching, and with her husband gone, her life is just void of all physicality. Maybe she just wants to be GRABBED, yknow ?

Shes her own woman. Goddamn.

What I'm trying to say is that if she was hit on by a woman, she would assertively disagree and respectfully hold her volume, and she'd leave.

And then later she'd circle back.

She'd come back with her fists on her hips, still glaring at you strongly from under her titled forehead, and be like "Oye. You got seven minutes." Meaning that you've got 7 minutes to impress her and make this worth her time.

If you dont impress her than she would be set in her conviction and leave with full confidence and zero regret or curiosity.

But with that reality looming, she'll stick around for 7 minutes to see what you have to say. She'll give a fellow woman a chance. And if you impress her, maybe you'll get more than just 7 minutes of conversation out of her.

Becasue Ms Chichi is fearless, becasue again, when everything is vulgur, nothing is. Henceforth she'll refer to you as a "close friend" to others and humour you in raunchy conversation. Or depending on your personality or on what you did together, she'd prefer you to be a bittersweet midnight lover, never to return again ...

Ms Chichi everyone

#dballz posting #didnt have time to make this post. Made it anyway

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weatherman667 · 2 years

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Rare Jaune Ships

Velvet: The primary purpose people use her is either a breeding fetish, as part of a Faunus harem, or as a closet key for Coco. Most fics forget that the only characterization we get out of her is that she’s a shy photographer. Not saying don’t make spank fics about it, but she is a shy if kinky photographer.

Coco: Coco is a right royal bitch, and should be primarily used as a way to teach her a lesson. Luckily, this is what most fics focus on.

NDGO: Primary useful for a quick way to bang a squad of teen idols.

Glynda: The best for a transgressive power/exchange relationship, where Glynda learns it’s not always appropriate to be - proper.

Cinder: A great way for a hate fuck / high-heel-face-turn. This brings out incredibly raw emotions.

Neo: While Cinder brings out a lot of raw emotions, both positive and negative, Neo is more about having a little goblin girlfriend who just needed hugs, (and frequent reminders that killing is bad). RWBY Chibi has shown us that Neo is more than willing to use her powers for kinky purposes.

Emerald: Emerald is a character who wasn’t really given a chance. She had little characterization, until post-Haven, at which point she still had little characterization, just now being portrayed as a woobie. She is great if you want to do a non-Cinder/Neo redemption arc.

Neon: People only really use her to round out a Faunus harem, and that is pretty much the only good use for her. Still mad at her for calling Yang a fat slut.

Sienna: A right royal bitch. Even more so than Coco, but unfortunately, most of the fics about her don’t punish her in turn.

Winter: Seems to be a consolation-prize Schnee. Good to punish Weiss and/or make her Jealous. Would rather pair her with Ironwood.

Willow: Diametrically opposed extremes of wholesome and kinky. Extra points if it give the Schnee kids a proper father figure and/or brutally cucking Jacques.

Ilia: The quickest redemption arc in Human history, because she’s a lesbian, and you can have lesbians do bad thing. This said, I LOVE her with Jaune, to the point it’s become my favourite ship. I just absolutely hate her in RWBY, because they try to put her on a bus by making her in charge fo the White Fang. Leadership is not he strong suit, and she literally has no idea what she should be fighting for. Okay, yes, they wanted to sink her ship with Blake to focus on Bumblebee, but maybe have someone else going through the same problems as she is? Have them grow together for mutual support?

Kali: The best part of the Black Sun fauxmance was Kali being a little baby crazy. I find Sun a flat, boring character, but that doesn’t mean she’s not baby an/or blond(e) crazy. She wants Grandkittens, damnit.

Raven: Brush with your wild side.

Vernal: They never met except in the middle of the battle, and didn’t actually meet. You have to bend the story quite a bit to get them together. But yeah, nothing wrong with a little teaching a lesbian another way.

May Zedong: She is cute. We know nothing about her. Should be good, but I just can’t get over the fact she’s named after Mao Zedong.

Happy Huntresses: I disavow and repudiate the Happy Huntresses, in their entirety.

Arslan: I have no emotional connection whatsoever.

Summer: Despite the fact she’s dead, doesn’t seem to cause any barrier. No one even tries to justify it. Jaune’s Aura control lets him touch ghosts. See? Easy.

Nora: Nora would do ANYTHING Jaune told her to. Anything. Anywhere. With anyone. Luckily for her, Jaune is both jealous, and careful in deciding what/when/who to do. That said, he sometimes has to get a little creative, as she’s REALLY energetic.

Ren: The biggest problem with Nora’s Arc is what to do with Ren. Turning him into a femboy concubine definitely solves that problem.

Whitley Schnee: If anyone deserves to be forcefully feminized for the purpose of humiliation, it’s him.

Oscar: I liked Rose Garden, briefly, and then have since become completely against it. How dare he try to get between the glory that is Lancaster? He needs to be punished for it.

PENNY: Really interesting idea. Except they never actually met before she was killed. He did meet her reincarnation, only to be forced to kill her with his own hands. Other than that, sure.

Ciel: They have little to no chance to interact. But, if she tagged long with a reincarnated PENNY, then fuck yeah.

Salem: The FNDM have weirdly decide that Jaune is Salem’s heir. Luckily, this has been kept out of most of the Jaune x Salem fics. Someone needs to teach her the value of life and death, afterall.

Malachite Twins: No reason to, but no reason no to, either.

Terra and Saphron Cotta-Arc: The most boring characters introduced, with no one possibly being able to say anything against them, (like one of the more socially awkward ones asking where Adrian came from). The FNDM then said, fuck this, if you give us boring characters, we’ll make them more interesting, and that was apparently Jaune being Adrian’s father. Adding Saphron makes it even more interesting.

Momma Arc: She wants grandbabies, even is that means she has to grease the wheels a bit.

#rwby #jaune arc

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xcalibxr · 9 months

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SHIPPING INFO //ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

Hello there! As far as I have seen, there's not a bunch of extremely popular ships out there for Drake which means there's so much potential for ships, but my OTPs for Drake are SmoDrake, LawDrake, ZoroDrake, and Drake with @akagamiko's Shanks (I LOVE DRANKS OK!!!!!! NEVER WOULDA THUNK BUT HERE WE ARE!!!) There's also a lot of ships I've never explored, so there may be a new OTP on the horizon!!

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Okay, SO! If you're character is 18-19 and wants to ship with Drake who is 33, it's just not gonna happen. I'm sorry. That's a 15 year age gap, BUT that only bothers me if the character is 18 or 19 years old. 2 years ago they'd be 16-17 and Drake, 31. NO. Please. Just no. Once you hit 20, DO AS YOU PLEASE, but please don't throw your 18 or 19 year old over here and expect Drake to be wooed. I will block you without hesitation.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

Once the clothes are off, I'm tagging it NOT SAFE FOR DINOS (nsfd as you may see in the future) !!! Touching, kissing, straight up making out feels pretty suggestive to me and I'll put like a suggestive tag on it, but that's pretty safe for dinos!!!

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

I enjoy the build up and everything that happens after. The slowburn is excellent. The yearning. Lingering glances--or touches--secretly when the person is distracted or SLEEPING OR faking it off as swatting a fly or getting something out of their hair---all of THAT.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Other characters who I think would be interesting to pair with Drake would be Killer, Kid, Katakuri, King--damn, that's alotta K's--Hina, O-Kiku (VERY RECENTLY DISCOVERED THIS might work), ROBIN, Nami (ginger couple), IKKAKU (learning of Fossil Fuels through RP). I can also try OCs--I used to write several tbh, and Drake has had a lovely relationship with @bucketfullofocs Aya before I was lured away to Pokemon Fandom and gave Drake a break cause we didn't see him for a long time. I've even dabbed a pinky into Drake and Corazon (a Still Lived Corazon AU I think) and the possibility was surprisingly nice. I guess I'm just a sucker for people bigger than Drake and much smaller than Drake PFFFFF.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

I have no problems with people asking if they can ship with me, but once that happens, lets have a few interactions and see how they mesh! If I've chatted with you and I like you, I think it'd be a bit easier to do.

However if we've never interacted before and you wanna ship, we DEFINETELY have to see how our characters will mesh with each other.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I LOVE writing my OTPs because it makes me happy and I enjoy shipping AND considering Drake's backstory, he just honestly feels INCREDIBLY LUCKY that someone actually wants HIM like, this mans hit the jackpot!!!, but I wouldn't say I'm ship-obsessed.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

LawDrake held the top spot then SmoDrake came for my neck, but now since I've seen this incredible artist draw ZoroDrake/DreZo/ZoDre on TWITTER, I have written at least 10 fanworks and it is KING. Seeing them interact on WANO WAS SO. GOOD. DAMNIT. They were just fighting / arguing tho HAHAHAA. Two himbos together is amazing, ok?

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Memes or just send something into my inbox! Just get the ball rolling. Ask about it after some interacts! That's all ya need!

tagging: i dont remember who i grabbed this from BUT DO IT!! perhaps @videcoeur ?

#/important news and info.#/ muse related.

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The Siren's Shark ch 2

For people enjoying the story, i have the next chapter up sooner than I expected, which I am sure makes us all happy, haha.

Link to AO3 here, chapter also included under the cut.

Content Warning - yes, things absolutely get spicy, so adults only!

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“She’s my siren,” Arlong hissed as Hatchan stepped between his captain and his friend.

“Are you sure?” his longtime friend asked with puzzlement.

Arlong looked past Hatchan's shoulder, where the woman was staring back at him. He wanted nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder, bring her back to his bed, and claim her as his.

What the hell. It couldn’t be, could it? She might have helped his crew, but she was human. He shouldn’t be attracted to a human, especially to this degree.

“I don’t know what the fuck else it could be,” the sharkman said with a low snarl. Hatchan gave out a surprised ‘nyu’.

“Then perhaps in that case it’s best to not scare her off?” the octopus man whispered. “Take a bit of time and…”

Yes. If she was out of sight, he could collect his wits about him. It would do him no good to lose his mind. “You are correct, Hachi,” he said begrudgingly, grateful for the octopus man’s intervention. “We’ll have a nice dinner tonight, now that you got all these provisions. Pick a few helpers, we haven’t had a feast in a while. We can celebrate the health of our crew.”

Hatchan grinned and nodded before he turned to Yolande, relaying the offer. Arlong watched her, gauging her reaction. She stared at him, and he could not help but puff his chest a bit as she accepted the invitation. She retreated down the pier, but she looked over her shoulder a couple of times, and Arlong found himself wanting to drag her back.

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Arlong, Arlong, Arlong. Curious name, but it wasn't familiar to her. Yolande walked home in what felt like a haze, her brain foggy as she tried to divert it from Arlong. She could almost feel the power rippling from his form and wondered what it would feel like to have that pressed against her.

Her detractors liked to say she was not a pious widow and well… damnit, she had needs. It’d been a while, but even that didn’t explain the heat between her and Arlong. She remembered how her name had rumbled out of his mouth, and the way his grin was filled with hunger.

By the time she got home, she was feeling somewhat more clear-headed. What was she to do if she got the same reaction tonight after seeing him again? Damn. She needed to distract herself. And she knew just how to do that.

The smell of warm pastries filled the small kitchen as they sat to cool, and Lena greeted her as she walked through the door with her baby strapped to her back. Yolande smiled and turned toward her stepdaughter, having already set aside a batch for her to enjoy. The pastries were filled with various fruit preserves, and she was certain the fishmen would like them. It’d be a nice treat to send them off with, and cooking and baking had always been a welcome distraction when something was weighing heavily upon her mind.

The woven basket was slung across her back, filled with pastries carefully layered between paper. Hachi was there at the bottom of the gangplank to greet her, but she was already aware of Arlong’s presence, barely affording the octopus man a glance before she looked up at the ship. Illuminated with several lamps and the light of the late afternoon sun, she recognized Arlong’s silhouetted form. A thrill passed through her.

"And what are those?" Hachi asked. She almost didn't hear him and forced her attention to the octopus man.

“I did some baking this afternoon and thought that if you were going to feed me dinner, perhaps I’d bring dessert?” she offered. “Or was that presumptuous of me?”

"No, no! They smell fantastic and I can't wait to try one! Hey, guys! She brought pastries! Freshly baked!" This was met with a cheer from several fishmen. Hachi laughed and led her up the ramp, helping her to ease the basket off her back and carrying it into the mess hall, where an assortment of food sat out in the relative warmth of the space.

“Oh, that’s good!” Hachi exclaimed as he popped one of the flaky confections in his mouth. Shioyaki reached for one and nodded in approval as he bit into it. “We appreciate the medical treatment you gave our fellows. We didn’t expect a treat, too,” the salmon fishman said with a small laugh. Many fishmen still kept their distance from her, but there were a few to keep her company as she sampled Hachi’s cooking, complimenting him.

She'd dressed warmly and professionally, clad in light boots with jeans and a jacket. But even out in the cold, she felt the heat of Arlong's presence. He watched her as she moved around, talking with Hachi or Kaneshiro, enjoying some more of the octopus man's cooking, and smiling in relief as she saw Chew. The big-lipped fishman blinked in surprise as he saw her, and she waved at him. "It's good to see you out of bed. I'm glad I could help you."

He lifted his hand in a tentative wave, seeming to be mildly confused before comprehension dawned upon him, and he looked down almost shyly. Hatchan talked with her a bit more as they stood outside, enjoying some drinks while staring at the colors of the afternoon sky while some other fishmen played a game on the deck. Spirits seemed to be pretty good, and she was sincerely happy about that.

No one was perfect, and there were many gods in the world, but the one thing she believed in – or at least hoped was real – was karma. People made mistakes, but she tried her best to learn from them and when she had the chance, she did good for other people. Sometimes that good karma found its way back to her. Even if it didn't, it was still nice to do good because as she knew from painful experience, the world was a pretty shitty place already.

“What was that limerick you told Hachi earlier?” one of the other fishmen asked.

Yolande grinned at that.

“There was once a lady who begat

Three brats named Nat, Pat, and Tat

Plenty of fun to be had in the breeding

But there was hell in the feeding

When there was no tit for Tat.”

Several fishmen shared a good guffaw at that and Hachi slapped his knee.

“It’s just as funny hearing it again! Do you have more?” the octopus man asked.

“A young psychic midget named Marge

Went to jail on a serious charge.

But despite lock and key

The lady broke free

And the News said Small Medium at Large.”

After that, she provided a couple of jokes and it turned out Shioyaki had a few zingers of his own, and then Ishidai stepped in with a rauunchy joke. This was much livelier than any social gathering she’d ever been to in town.

“It’s been a while since I laughed this hard,” Hatchan said, wheezing as he wiped his face.

“Me too, my stomach hurts from laughing,” Yolande chuckled as she leaned against the railing, sipping her drink. She giggled sharply and took several breaths before she scanned the deck, seeing Arlong on the other side, looking at her, his collar pulled up against the cold breeze.

The captain mostly kept his distance, but it seemed like no matter where she went, she was kept firmly in his sights. Part of her wanted to approach him, but the maelstrom of sensations and feelings she felt seemed to intensify every time that passed her mind. She might have thought she was drugged, but there certainly were no drugs involved earlier when she met Arlong for the first time, or before she ate any of Hatchan’s cooking.

“Hachi… is there something going on with your captain?” she asked delicately as she sipped from the bottle of sake she’d been offered.

"What do you mean?" he asked. She was certain he knew what was going on but was afraid to approach the subject. She tilted her head as she looked at him, and he stared back at her, his lips set in a perfect O before he gulped down his drink.

"I- "How did she explain this when she'd never experienced this around anyone else before in her life? Was this some fishman thing? "I don't-" She sighed in frustration, feeling the heat rise in her neck. For a moment she wondered if she'd caught something from Chew or one of the others and was now experiencing the onset of symptoms? There had been a certain fog nagging at her subconscious since her earlier encounter with Arlong. But she'd been able to distract herself and focus on other things. Now it was coming back in full force.

Or full heat seemed to be the more accurate description of it. Her mind flitted to the possibility of a hot flash, but instinct told her otherwise.

“Yolande.” Arlong’s voice came from behind her, and she gasped quietly before turning around to see him. Less than half a meter sat between them, and she looked up at him, the planes of his face illuminated by the low-hanging sun and giving his cool skin a warm tint.

It felt like the heat was pulling her forward. She stared up into these gorgeous blue eyes. The heat became electric, and she heard a low rumble come from somewhere. It took her a couple of moments to realize that it was coming from deep within Arlong’s throat.

The instinctual part of her brain told her that this was not a sound of threat or aggression, but it was still startling to hear. As she heard it, it tickled that part of her brain even as she took a step back, seeing Hatchan and several other fishmen stare at them with curiosity, confusion, and anticipation. What was going on here? What exactly had she stepped into? The rational and wary part of her mind told her that she was a lone woman on a ship full of lonely men and that she had made a gross miscalculation in coming here.

Would she be able to fight past a sharkman that was a couple of heads taller than her – and from the looks of his muscle mass, he weighed at least twice what she did? She looked back up at Arlong, and he let out a grin that was full of hunger. He intended to devour her, and another growl burst from his throat.

Her growl was softer and more high-pitched, but it purred out of her throat. She wasn’t sure exactly what the fuck she was doing, but he was growling at her, so she did it right back to him, because who the hell did he think he was?

Her ruminations were interrupted as he scooped her up in one arm, and a surprised gasp broke from her throat as she found herself pressed between his chest and forearm. She should have fought, but she felt almost paralyzed as she registered the solidness of his form and the bulge of his bicep. She reached to hook one hand around his shoulder for balance, and she noticed that no one made a move to stop the captain, not even Hatchan, as he entered his cabin, slamming the door behind him.

Her heat-addled brain understood what was going to happen next, and she wanted it. She barely registered the surroundings of the room as she was dumped onto the messy bed. “Arlong!” she growled as she righted herself, sitting with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.

"My siren." His eyes glinted fiercely as he looked down at her, leaning in and grabbing her chin. She'd heard of the mythical creatures before, mermaids or sea nymphs who lured sailors and fishermen to their beds, or their deaths. Depending on the version, often both, much like a black widow. But it was so pleasing when he said it.

"Mmm. Yes. Your siren," she purred agreeably.

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He chuckled softly as he looked down at her, feeling the warmth of her skin under his hand. How readily she agreed to his proclamation. Her cheeks were flushed, and there was no mistaking the desire in her eyes – or the heat that he smelled.

-Claim-

Oh, fuck yes. It’d what he was wanting to do since he first saw her. He’d been barely able to control himself all afternoon, watching her enjoy some of Hatchan’s cooking, sharing randy jokes with Shioyaki and a handful of other fishmen, laughing and chatting as if she were one of them. She would look at him, and he would curse the fact that he had fallen so hard for a human. A fucking human. A human he wanted to fuck. Fuck it.

“Arlong…” he heard her name, and mercifully, his mind was refocused on much more pressing matters. Her scent called to him, a mix of baking, deodorant, and warm feminine musk. The first two were mildly pleasant, but the scent of her sex demanded his attention.

He’d heard of women going in heat, and he’d had lovers in the past, but now he understood just what it was. As well as what it meant to go into rut, because although he’d been watching – and desiring – her since she came onto the ship, her growl unlocked something in him that he hadn’t imagined a man might be capable of.

This put the word ‘horny’ to shame. He was so lost in her gaze that he barely registered her tugging her boots, and he grinned in delight before he grabbed hold of her pants, barely giving her time to undo her belt before he tugged it down her legs, revealing a pair of long, well-muscled legs. Almost as soon as the denim broke contact with her legs, she was on him, furiously tugging at his pants. He gave her an approving growl, hastily tugging his feet out of his boots and hearing a soft, surprised exclamation as his lower half was bared before her, his passion at full mast.

“How…” she breathed as she stared at him. “Is that from a Devil Fruit?”

He gave out a short laugh at that. "No, my siren. It's all mine… and all for you." Two cocks rose from his groin, starting the same shade as the rest of him before taking on a fierce purple-red hue up the shafts to the tapering tips. She stared for another moment before looking up into his eyes.

“They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

He’d been called plenty of things in his life. Ugly. Monster. Freak. And here this woman was, telling him she thought he was beautiful.

“My siren. How sweetly you sing for me,” he growled with pride and satisfaction. Outside, the waves lapped against the hull, but all Arlong was aware of was himself and his siren, and the heat between them that demanded satisfaction. He pushed her back onto the bed, tugging – nearly ripping – off her panties and spreading her knees open, noticing the slickness that glistened along her inner lips.

“Please…” she said with a shuddering sigh that sent a fresh ache surging through Arlong. He slid his hand along her thigh. Fuck, she was so warm. She lifted the hem of her shirt, revealing the expanse of her hips and lower belly. His hand slid further, finding her clit with his thumb before sliding a finger and then another inside of her. She was so fucking tight and hot. He would lose his mind if he stuck his cocks in there. A sharp keen warbled from her throat as she pushed her pelvis against his hand, the webbing between his fingers stretching against her. If it was possible, she became even hotter, writhing around on the blanket as he fingerfucked her.

"So eager for me, are you?" he growled and received a response by way of her clenching around him, her inner walls shuddering against him.

“Yes, Arlong…” she growled as she lifted her hips, wiggling wildly as he thrust his fingers into her a few more times before sliding them out. Her flavor was more intoxicating than he’d expected, and he licked his fingers clean in several swipes.

“Your cunt is so sweet. You can be sure I will be making good use of it.”

“Oh gods,” Yolande replied with a snarl. “Please do!”

"Does my siren want to be fucked by the mighty Arlong the Saw?" he demanded. She nodded, and he plunged into her with one cock, the other one sliding against her stomach. He did not resist when she tugged the collar of his shirt but kept his head high enough to keep her out of the reach of his nose

“Fuck. So fucking hot and tight. Your cunt is mine. My siren. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” he growled. This only seemed to excite her further, because she wiggled against him fiercely, pressing her stomach to his other cock to ensure that it received stimulation as well, and a pleased growl rumbled from his throat as he felt how she welcomed both of his cocks. The rhythm could only increase in crescendo, along with the noises they made. When he came within her, he pulled out, thrusting his second cock into her, while his first cock slid wetly between the cheeks of her ass.

The first cock was already hardening before he had his second orgasm, but his rut still burned in his loins as he looked down at her, growling as he entered her for the third time. “Fuck. Who would have thought it would be you, of all people?” he growled softly, more to himself before he increased the pace, pounding into her with a ferocity he couldn’t recall having ever had for any other lover.

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It was surreal, feeling one cock inside of her as another slid along the outside of her body against her stomach or ass. She only had a couple of moments to register curiosity at his statement before he let out a growl, cumming inside of her again. Her hands slid along his thick neck and broad shoulders, thrilling at the feel of his flexing biceps as he drilled into her.

Her heat was still strong, but some of the fog seemed to have abated, leaving her a bit more clear-headed as his swaying slowed. She tugged at his collar again, bringing his head lower as he tilted it to the side, and she ran her fingers along the sides of his face as she caught her breath, inhaling his scent. Saltwater, sweat, the scent of sex mixed with his musk on him and around him, a bit of rum on his breath.

“Arlong…” she breathed as her lips trailed along his jaw. He pulled away, and she bit back a needy whine, already aching as he climbed off the bed. He opened a chest and came back with a bottle and a couple of tumblers. Top-shelf rum. She sipped and felt the soothing burn as it made its way down her throat after she pulled herself to a sitting position.

What was going to happen next? That was the best sex she’d ever had with anyone. It was mind-blowing – the first time she thought that that was an accurate description of something. She might have dismissed it as some sort of intense dream if not for the heat in her core and between her legs. What was she supposed to do once the captain and his crew left this island?

She looked up at him, and his eyes glinted with a lust that she welcomed. She smiled at him and set the glass aside, lifting a knee and wiggling at him.

-Yours-

“So, my siren calls to me, hm?” he asked. She nodded eagerly, and for a moment there was a certain softness in his expression, an appreciation for her warmth toward him. He reached to touch her face. “You welcomed Hachi when he came to this island. From what I hear and have seen, you have shown nothing but kindness and respect to my men, hmm?” he asked musingly as his fingers slid along her jaw and chin. She shivered pleasurably at the touch.

“I judge others by their actions, not their race,” she replied with a small chuckle.

“And I suppose you have no complaints of my treatment of you,” he asked dryly. She raised an eyebrow and wiggled at him again.

“If my siren is hungry, I can only feed her.” His hand trailed down the side of her face before pausing at the collar of her long-sleeved plaid shirt.

“I believe we can dispense with the rest of your clothing, hmm?” he asked. Instinctively, she scooted back, starting to shake her head.

“I’ve seen what’s down there. Now I want to see the rest of you.”

“I don’t- I have scars,” she whispered.

“I want to see all of you,” he growled, his grip tightening around the collar as if he might rip it off. “You are my siren.”

There was a tank top under her shirt, but the scope of her scar was visible by the way it extended along her left shoulder and almost halfway down to her elbow. And below the thin garment was what Arlong had caught a brief glimpse of before, the same scar sliding down her right hip and a few inches past her ass.

However, it wasn’t the scar that held his attention. Three red lines sat at either side of her neck, undeniable evidence of a heritage that was other than human.

“…Gills?” he asked with an inquisitive growl before an unmistakable gleam of delight came to his eyes and his lips twisted up into a fanged grin. “Fucking hell, my siren has gills!” His hands grabbed at her hungrily, and she let him divest her of her last piece of clothing, stunned but grateful that he didn’t appear repulsed by what made other men wince or recoil when they saw it. Despite having been fucked by him a handful of times, she still felt self-conscious as Arlong ran his fingers along her shoulders and neck.

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He could feel her tremble as he examined her. The scar looked like a long burn, but he was far more interested in the gills that had remained firmly hidden under her clothing – and hidden by her silence.

Tossing his shirt to the floor, he slid onto the bed, leaning over her as he wrapped an arm around her, his breath hot on her neck.

“Yolande,” he hissed, and he heard her gasp when he placed a couple of nips along her neck. He was tempted to do more – and would – but right now, he sensed that she was feeling quite -vulnerable. Shy. Yet hopeful-

… Where did that come from?

He placed kisses along the bites, hearing her give a quiet sigh of satisfaction as she wrapped an arm around his neck. Her other hand traveled between their bodies, finding his passion already renewed and ready.

“My siren. My mate,” he growled softly. She whimpered and nodded shakily as she wrapped her fingers around the first member she found. “You belong to me. You are the siren of the mighty Arlong the Saw.” His voice was almost hypnotic as he stroked her hair and back.

"Arlong the Saw." There was no recognition in her voice of that name. No fear, or terror, or disgust. Just desire for him.

He couldn’t remember a time he’d orgasmed so many times in a session, but the results spoke for themselves as he looked down at her, a well-fucked mess in the tangle of blankets, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over with exhaustion and satiety. That glimmer of the vulnerability and he’d sensed earlier was gone. Had he merely imagined that? He pushed these thoughts aside as he stared down at her.

Human boys – and men – fantasized about having their princess. Their stories were full of lads going on journeys and becoming heroes and gaining the hands of beautiful princesses or queens in marriage, or even taking a fairy or goddess as a wife. For a fishman, it was a siren. Like a beautiful and sweet ethereal maiden, such creatures were rare. The humans had their version of the siren story, about mermaids luring in sailors. Such trite garbage, humans twisting around something precious to fishmen.

A siren was meant to be a fishman's greatest treasure. It was said that a siren could bring out the best in her mate, giving him strength not only in bed but out of it. Fishman lore had a few tales of such mythical creatures, lovers and advisers, protected and guarded by their fishmen.

He had never had the expectation of finding one. It was the stuff of myth, and prideful and arrogant as he might be, he was not so pompous as to think that fate would hand him a siren, not when he wasn't even sure such a thing existed. Yet, here he was. He might have dismissed the afternoon with her as a way to release his pent-up lust, a desperate biological need to release his long-repressed load in the nearest willing partner. But the way she responded to him left him no doubt that she felt the connection, as well.

But of course, Fate was a capricious bitch. His Siren was half-human. He stared at the form sprawled out on his sheets. The only sure giveaway was her gills. Her skin was a few shades off – not quite pale, but cooler than most human skin colors, yet not so out of the norm as to draw more than a passing glance. Some might write it off as her being ill. Freckles dappled her shoulders and upper arms along with the intact skin on her back. Her thick, dark wavy hair was free of its ponytail, framing her face in a rumpled mess.

Fuck. The last year had been a long, bitter lesson. Hadn't he been through enough? He looked down at her and felt the warmth rise in his belly as he thought of the passion they'd just shared. The way she screamed out for more, or said his name in varying tones – a heated whisper, a fierce moan, an impassioned shriek – or the way she clung to him, opening up to him every time he wanted to penetrate her.

Well. Sirens were rare enough, and there was no denying the pleasure to be derived from this one. He started getting dressed, further sliding out of the haze of rut that had sparked when they were growling at one another outside. She could rest, and he would figure out what to do with this change in circumstances.

He had a mate, a siren now. Many fishmen wished for one. Arlong had never expected one, and Yolande had practically fallen into her lap. He laughed quietly to himself as he closed the door behind him and made his way out onto the deck, well aware of the curious glances several of his men directed at him. They had heard her screams and his growls and undoubtedly had questions burning at the tips of their tongues.

“Shahahahahaha!” he let out a triumphant bellow. That was ample commentary on the matter.

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Love Me the Way I Want to Be Loved

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Pairing: Hanabi Hyūga/Konohamaru Sarutobi

Summary: Once upon a time, Hanabi was just that starry-eyed girl, read fairy tales like all the other little girls of the village before they start training to become kunoichi. The protagonist always finds that perfect person.

When she kisses him, it feels like her life finally begins.

June prompt: Proposal/Wedding Fic

Word Count: 6.8k

Rating: T

A/N: Context for those who haven’t read “Tag”: Eiji and Jun are Hanabi’s teammates. Tora was their sensei. Tadashi is Hanabi’s guard. Moriko is Konohamaru’s mother. This takes place shortly after Episode 50 (the infamous drunk scene of Boruto that set sail to this ship) so doesn't account for alien stuff or the Remon arc. This is an extension of Tag.

If you like this pairing and enjoy my writing to some extent, I'd recommend you check it out! It's a longfic about them. Thanks as always <3

Konohamaru doesn’t enjoy being irritated with Hanabi, but today, he is.

Everything was planned to the T for this. He prides himself on being a good planner, and today was no exception. It’s a plan he’s had in mind for a few months now. He was supposed to pick up Hanabi at four p.m. in the middle of July when the weather is the warmest. The sun would still be high in the sky, he’d take her to Ichiraku’s, where they’d had so many conversations from silly speculation to deep and emotional. Then to the dango spot they went to way back when they were kids, the same spot he lost a bet to her. As the sun goes down, he’d take her to the lake.

But it’s coming up on five, and while he’s been chatting with Tadashi inside of the Hyūga compound, he’s been tense. Outwardly, he’s doing his best to show indifference, just act happy with Tadashi, but inside, he’s kind of fuming. He tried really, really hard to make sure this was perfect. It doesn’t help that the clouds are slowly inching closer and closer, threatening to overtake the whole damn sky.

“I do wonder what holds Lady Hanabi up…” Tadashi comments offhandedly, peering off to the side. “She is a bit on the later side sometimes.”

“Not with me,” Konohamaru responds instinctively, knowing it sounds entitled, but it’s true, damnit. She’s not usually late with him. Tadashi looks back at him with this knowing smirk he’s been giving him since he was a kid, whether Konohamaru realized it or not. “It’s just—it was kind of an important date.”

“Date,” Tadashi says it with a chuckle behind his voice and Konohamaru shifts on his feet. It’s unsettling to say these things out loud after all this time, he figures it’s some sort of trauma from keeping the whole thing a secret for so long. Konohamaru’s eyes dart to Tadashi’s when they go veiny, byakugan activating, something he’s been doing out of courtesy for Konohamaru while they’ve been chatting. Konohamaru waits with anticipation as his face relaxes and turns to him. “She’s approaching with Eiji.”

Konohamaru debates whether he wants to accost her and berate her for being late, but decides even if it’s an hour late, he still wants to make the date special, so he decides against it. He hears Eiji’s loud laughter in the distance, then sees the two girls approaching and she’s…clearly pretty buzzed. He deflates.

“Heyyy!” Hanabi waves her arm big, the other wrapped around Eiji’s neck as they stumble against each other. “You’re early!”

“I’m – I’m what?” Konohamaru asks, frustration bubbling. “You’re late!”

“Four, right?” Hanabi asks, unhooking her arm from Eiji’s neck.

“Ah fuck,” Eiji says after pulling up her sleeve to check her watch. “It’s damn near five.”

“Wait, really?” Hanabi asks, double-taking at Eiji. “Shoot! I’m sorry, Kono.”

Konohamaru sighs, slumping over before grabbing her forearm to keep her steady as she stumbles towards him. “How many drinks did you guys have?”

“Err – “ Hanabi holds up her hand, counting on her fingers, then the other hand, and Konohamaru shakes his head. It really is just his luck for things to play out this way when he’s trying to do something actually important.

“It’s fine. Let’s get some food in your stomach, alright?”

“Can Eiji come?” Hanabi asks, batting her eyelashes up at him and Konohamaru grits his teeth. Another nail in his coffin.

Too polite for his own good, he shrugs and Eiji hollers, smacking him on the back. “Thanks, Kono~”

“You’re not allowed to call me that,” he snaps at her and Hanabi laughs, hooking her elbows around Konohamaru’s and Eiji’s.

Konohamaru accepted a long time ago that things never go quite as planned with Hanabi, made peace with it. He was just asking for one day. One day, that was it.

“Lemme guess,” Eiji ponders aloud, teasingly, “Ichiraku’s?”

“Yep!” Hanabi says, bubbly. He likes hearing her voice, even if she is slurring her words and letting her friend make fun of him. “Never could stop trying to be like big bro.”

“Ha-ha,” Konohamaru laughs, flatly, looking off to the side while Hanabi and Eiji giggle into each other’s faces. He’d rather she be happy than pouty, so he just lets it go. When they arrive at Ichiraku’s, they seat themselves at the bar, Teuchi happy as ever to see them, wondering out loud when the ‘old gang’ will get back together completely again.

“’Member when it was us three here with our dumb mentors?” Eiji asks, laughing as she takes her bowl of super-meat ramen happily. Hanabi laughs a bit and Konohamaru smirks.

“Oh gods! Yeah, right before exams? Oh my gosh, that was---that was when—”

Konohamaru peers out the side of his eye at her as Hanabi puts the pieces together in her head. Her chopsticks still in her hand, a noodle hanging out of her mouth. He chuckles, shoving the noodle back in her mouth.

“That was…when you kissed me.”

“Huh?” Eiji asks enthusiastically from the side, slurping a noodle with wide eyes at Hanabi. Konohamaru smirks a little as she hides her mouth behind her hand, dropping the chopsticks in her bowl, hiding her face behind her hair. Konohamaru decides to ham it up in front of Eiji, leans in on Hanabi, and grabs her cheek with one hand. He pulls her in to kiss her cheek and she giggles while Eiji mock-gags.

“Yep,” Konohamaru says with a smile as Hanabi buries her face in her hands like a schoolgirl, Eiji shaking her head. “That was when Hanabi got revenge on me for kissing her by, get this, kissing me.”

“Nasty!” Eiji’s not actually serious about her chiding, he can tell by the grin on her face.

“You’re embarrassing me,” Hanabi whines, pushing her bowl away. “You kissed me first, and come on! What was that about, anyway?”

“Is it so hard to believe I had a crush on you?” Konohamaru is 29 years old and has no shame about admitting this aloud to Hanabi. It was 18 years ago, there’s more shame in being shameful about it at this point.

“Yeah?” Hanabi asks, dropping her hands into her lap with a little smile on her face. It’s mischievous and sly and he loves it, more than words can describe. Konohamaru leans in and nods, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Yeah.”

“Well…maybe I did, too.”

“Don’t believe it,” he responds lightheartedly, leaning their heads in to press a kiss to her nose. Eiji bellows laughter next to Hanabi, causing them both to look at her.

“This is so stupid!” Eiji declares, slapping her chopsticks into the bowl. “You two have been dumb in love the moment you laid eyes on each other!”

“You would know?” Hanabi asks, leaning towards Eiji. Konohamaru decides this is Hanabi’s territory, but he’s interested, too.

“Mhm. The moment this dumb kid – “ Eiji points a finger at Konohamaru, albeit with a smile, “yelled your name and you looked at each other. It was a done deal.”

“Wooow,” Hanabi sings, shaking her head, “bold of you to assume I fell in love with this dummy then.”

“You’re both dummies,” Eiji points out with a smirk, plucking a piece of chive from Hanabi’s hair, who looks up in surprise. “You’ve been in love longer than all your silly little genin have been alive.”

“Eiji,” Konohamaru interjects. Eiji looks at him expectantly with those raised eyebrows, blinking. He laughs a little, then reaches for Hanabi’s chin to pull her towards him, deciding to utilize the moment while he has it. “I think she’s right.”

“Huh?” Hanabi asks, a little drunk and dumb. She moons her eyes at him and he just wants to swallow her up whole.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

He says it with all the sincerity inside of him, hoping it resonates. Even Eiji knows when to quit teasing, cause she holds her breath and slowly starts to get out of her seat.

“That’s dumb,” Hanabi breathes out like she lacks air.

“I’ll see you soon,” Eiji whispers in her ear, clearly getting the hint as she quickly leaves.

Konohamaru doesn’t even mind being left with her bill.

“I really do,” he whispers, tilting her head up so he can slot his lips to hers. He feels her sigh into them and that gives him a lot of comfort.

Her fingers wrap around his wrist and he decides they can skip dango to get to the lake, especially since Eiji has bowed out.

Now that she’s sobered up, she starts apologizing for Eiji’s presence and her lateness. Tells him she’s to blame and wishes she had paid closer attention to the clock, but Konohamaru decides it’s not worth being mad about. Hanabi doesn’t get much free time, and when she does, it’s with him, so for her to spend it with Eiji is a treat for her and he’s just glad she enjoyed it. He won’t stop being miffed that his great plan was disrupted, but it’s going fine and he’s not mad at them. Her happiness is paramount and seeing her giggly and bubbly is happiness enough for him.

So when he drags her to the lake and she immediately breaks into laughter as they approach, his heart lifts. She’s still a little buzzed, but he can work with it.

“Sky’s pretty,” Hanabi points upwards, tracing the outline of a cloud with her fingertip. “Clouds are pretty.”

“Like you.” It’s almost on instinct that he says shit like this now. Ever since he knew what flirting was, he’s been flirting with her. Even after being together for years, he likes complimenting her and seeing her get a little red in the face. Warmer tones always suited her, anyway.

For a long time, she never accepted his compliments. It’s only been in recent years that she’s learned to laugh and say thank you and call him a dummy instead of telling him to stop it. But this time, she just stares at the clouds, her hand dropping to her side with this really sweet smile that threatens to squeeze his heart in two.

With fewer people around than normal and the sun exactly where he wants it to be, grazing the treetops, he decides to seize this moment as his opportunity, and he’s gonna do the whole to-do.

Konohamaru gets down on one knee like his mom and Moegi told him he better do, pulls out the ring box, and lets out a low whistle. Hanabi turns and her eyes blow wide, hands to her mouth, just like you see in movies, and it’s the exact reaction he wanted.

“Hanabi,” he starts, feeling the air inside of him constricting. He’s about 99.99 percent sure she’s going to say yes, but that 0.01 percent chance she’ll say no stills lingers in his mind. Breathes out, opens the box, and says it. “Will you marry me?”

But instead of screaming and crying and jumping around, or the less likely reaction of disgust, she just looks…confused. That makes all of his anxiety bubble up quickly.

“Sorry,” she says, quickly when she notices his face fall. “Yes, Konohamaru, I mean—obviously, yes! Yes.”

Konohamaru raises his eyebrows, completely underwhelmed by her reaction. She reaches for the box, which he assumes for the ring, but instead, turns it to face him and…there’s nothing there. “What the hell?!”

“Oh no,” Hanabi says with a sad smile, holding her hand out for him. He pulls himself to his feet and starts tearing everything out of the box – the cotton, the bed it sits on, even the paper lining. It had to be there?

“Where the hell?” he asks himself, frustration teeming in his voice. Then it hits him. “My mom’s…”

“It’s at your mom's?” she asks, stepping towards him to set her hands on his cheeks. He feels himself calm immediately with her touch, and looks down at her with these big, sad eyes.

“I was showing her…and, damnit,” he sighs, slouching over and letting her pull him down so his forehead presses to hers. “I left it on the counter.”

“Did she approve of it?”

“What, the ring?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah.” He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

“I’m really sorry,” she says, softly, rubbing her nose against his. “I was late and drunk, I had no idea it was for something so important…”

“That’s kinda the point.” He chuckles, presses a kiss to her lips to reassure her. He’s more mad at himself now. “I’m sorry, you deserve a lot better than this.”

“What could be better?” she asks, leaning up for another kiss. “What, in a fancy restaurant surrounded by people? Put it in a piece of dango so I can choke?”

Hanabi really does know how to make him feel better, and he laughs out loud at the idea. She likes nice things but being in the limelight hadn’t really been her thing in a long time. None of those scenarios were ever something he seriously considered because he knew she’d like it quiet.

“It’s perfect because it’s you.” She’s always had a big personality, but when it came to romance, she’s always been a little softer and quieter about it. “This lake is really special to me.”

“Me too,” he responds into the kiss, letting it melt them together, “’cause of you.”

“Dork,” she whispers, letting him guide her into the grass. “In the grass?”

“I wanna make out with my fiancée,” he says it out loud and it makes all the good feelings inside of him rise.

Konohamaru is happy to lay on top of his fiancée, in the grass, by the lake.

Hanabi’s surprised by how excited Konohamaru is to get married. She really thought it’d be her fretting over a wedding, but he’s thoroughly surprised her by having a hand in every step of planning the ceremony. She’s the heiress, so the Hyūga were naturally always going to be the ones putting on the wedding, something she figured he knew going into this. But no decisions were final until he got to hear them, and he was very insistent on what his vision was.

It was hilarious, actually, watching her former caretakers being told by this big dumb Sarutobi that there was absolutely no way the ceremony could be in any season except Summer. It’s really sweet to her that he cares so much about making sure their wedding takes place in full sun, but what Konohamaru hadn’t thought of is that he saved the summer for proposing to her. It’s the middle of Summer and the only way to have a Summer wedding would be to either somehow ramp up getting every together to have it in August, or wait another year.

“Well, we can swing it.” The poor man’s so excited to be married to her that he can’t (or won’t) see reason in that trying to plan a wedding that is going to be attended by international politicians in a month is near impossible.

“Well, you heard the man!” Moriko gestures outwardly. Sometimes Hanabi wonders if she’s Konohamaru’s sidekick, or in fact his partner in crime. Perhaps she’s the mastermind herself, here. Either way, together, they’re a hard-headed pair and when they’re in full agreement on something, they’re practically impossible to budge. Hanabi feels a little bad for the people assigned to planning the wedding, so she comes up behind Konohamaru and takes his hand.

“Be a little easy,” Hanabi tries, tugging at his hand so he’ll look down at her. “Maybe it still can be in the summer, but maybe it’ll just be…smaller?”

“Smaller?” Moriko laughs at the question, waving her hand. “Don’t you worry, dear. Your father isn’t the only one with political sway.”

Hanabi raises an eyebrow at this declaration.

“A Sarutobi-Hyūga wedding is guaranteed to pull every silly little lord and lady in no matter the date. We could have the wedding a week from now and they’d be scrambling to get their butts here.”

“You know we don’t care about that,” Konohamaru points out, letting Hanabi’s hand trail up his shoulder so her elbow can rest on it. “I could give a damn what politicians make it – wait, no, I take that back.” He grins mischievously down at Hanabi, who gives him a curious look. “I’d love for that stupid Sand guy to have to watch me kiss Lady Hanabi.”

“Oh, shut it.” Hanabi rolls her eyes, shoving at his arm. She shudders to think of the man, Katsumi. Grabby hands, lack of boundaries, boring conversation. Hanabi’s nearly 30 now and looking back on it now, she wishes she had slapped him when he tried to kiss her. She was just in her baby twenties trying to fulfill her duties as an heiress, not realizing just how taken advantage of she was. Part of it was thinking about what some other heirs have to endure just to save face and believing she was just lucky it didn’t go farther.

Inevitably, they had crossed paths a couple of times since that day, but it was kept to polite greetings and clan talk. Hanabi still remembers the way Konohamaru had lost his cool worse than she had ever seen from him before, how excited it made her. Over time, she realized that maybe it made her feel a little safer, knowing someone was watching out for her that wasn’t Tadashi or Natsu. Someone who unapologetically interrupts, unwilling to be intimidated by someone’s status or power.

Hanabi sighs dreamily as she thinks about it, lost in thought while Konohamaru and his mother go back and forth about how they’ll get this whole thing worked out.

“Udon and Moegi already volunteered to send their teams out, too.” Hanabi snaps out of her daydreams when Konohamaru shifts on his feet, causing her to lose her balance. Without even looking at her, he grabs her by the waist to keep her up and pulls her against him. “Things are quiet in the village, so it’s a good time to let them go on some low-key escort missions to other lands.”

Moriko agrees enthusiastically and Hanabi taps her lips, thinking it over. “What about my team?”

“Your team?” Konohamaru asks, glancing down at her with a perked eyebrow. “I mean…do you think they’re cut out to go out on their own already?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hanabi asks irritably, pulling away from his arm. He looks helplessly at her, realizing the insult in the sentence. “Think my girls aren’t good enough?”

“I didn’t say that—”

“They’re more than capable,” Hanabi snaps, hands on her hips. “I’ve been practicing with Namida and she’s gotten way better with her sound wave!”

“I don’t doubt that,” Konohamaru interjects, stepping towards her while Moriko excuses herself in a hurry. “I didn’t mean anything by it, okay? I’m sorry, you’re right. Maybe they can go out to the Sand?”

“Closest of the great villages, huh?” She’s defensive now, turning her nose up.

“Moegi’s team is already going to the Cloud, Udon’s the Mist, mine are going to the Stone…we actually weren’t going to send anyone to the Sand.”

“Hmph.” Pouty, she turns away, shrugging her shoulder at his attempt to put his hand on it.

“Hey, no pouting,” he says as he circles back around, cupping his palms around her cheeks. “Can’t resist your pouty lip.”

“Stop trying to charm me,” she huffs but doesn’t pull away when he bends down to kiss her lower lip.

“I just thought maybe you’d want them around,” he tells her, earnestly as he presses his forehead to hers. She relaxes slightly, letting her arms drop from their cross. “In case of errands and stuff.”

“I’ve got all the Hyūga for that.” Even if they’ve slowly broken down the class system, there are Hyūga that still work for a living as caretakers and servants, many of them in fact happy to plan another large wedding. “I don’t want my team to be put on petty missions.”

“Ever think maybe they’d like the break?” he asks, sliding his hands from her face down to her hands, lacing their fingers together.

“Pfft, Wasabi?” She shakes her head and he smiles. “I guess they could go out to the Sand. It’s something.”

“Right,” he agrees, giving her a quick peck on the lips before pulling away from her. “Now, I gotta find Natsu.”

Dumbfounded, she reaches out to him before he can get too far. “And what exactly do you need with my caretaker?”

“She’s going with me to the Yamanaka flower shop,” he says over his shoulder as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Hanabi watches Konohamaru march away, proud as ever, and she wonders how she ended up here.

Deciding it’s not worth it to dwell on, she treks over to her sisters.

Here lies an odd sight: Eiji in Hinata’s kitchen, at her dining table.

“Ah, hello my sweet sister!” Hinata chirps, waving her in, unbothered by Hanabi bursting in. Hanabi stops to look at them: Hinata’s in a chair at the dining table and Eiji stands behind her, looking over her shoulder at some sort of magazine. Eiji doesn’t even pay her glance, just jabs her finger at the magazine in front of them.

“This one’s good,” Eiji says and Hinata immediately looks back down with interest.

“What’s going on?” Hanabi asks, irritated that she’s being ignored. She pulls out the closest chair to sit and see what they’re looking at. She’s horrified to see a catalog of bridal kimonos. “What—”

“Weddings in a few weeks, Hanabi!” Eiji exclaims, her toothy grin flashing up at her as she finally looks up. “You weren’t lookin’ so, you know!”

“Okay, but—” Hanabi scoots in, suddenly interested. “You can’t just do this without me.”

“Join the party!” Eiji tells her, pointing at a particular kimono. It’s primarily white, with bursting red and orange flowers along the length of the inseam and sleeves.

“I think this fits you beautifully, Hanabi,” Hinata tells her with a smile, clasping her hands.

Hanabi stares at it for a bit. Usually, she’d like to look at all her options without being force-fed once, but…she kind of likes this one already.

“What the heck are we waiting for?” Eiji exclaims, just like she did for her own wedding day, and tears the page right out of the catalog. Starts marching towards the front door with little regard. “Let's go get you outfitted, princess!”

“Hey!” Hanabi calls after her old teammate, and something inside of her feels light and happy about it. Like old times. She throws her arms around Eiji’s neck while Hinata giggles behind them, grabbing her things to trail after them.

“C’mon!” Eiji doesn’t even hesitate, grabs Hanabi by the legs, and hoists her up on her back. Hanabi’s so much taller than Eiji, but Eiji doesn’t care. She’ll climb Hanabi any day, but she’ll also carry her any day, too. Hanabi can’t help but burst into laughter as her tiny teammate marches through town with her on her back.

“Hey, wait!” Hanabi exclaims, all laughs and bubbles as Eiji comes to an abrupt stop. Hanabi points a finger at her team, who come to a halt upon her summoning. “How would you ladies like to go out to the Sand?”

“A mission?!” Wasabi exclaims, hopping forward without hesitation. “Outside of the village?”

“Yep, I need you three to do something very important.” Hanabi waves her hand inwards toward herself, causing all three girls to lean in toward her and Eiji. “I need you to escort some politicians back to the Leaf.”

“Oooh,” Namida responds, giddy, “for what?”

“For…” Hanabi plays up the drama, bringing her arms around the girls who get even closer, wide-eyed. Eiji laughs even harder, lowering her head as Hanabi tells them in a high-pitched whisper, “my wedding!”

All three girls, even Wasabi, erupt into “EEEH”s and “OOOHHH”s and giggles, clapping. “To Konohamaru-sensei?!” Namida asks, clasping her hands together, starry-eyed.

“Mhm.” Hanabi nods as Eiji drops her, unable to handle all the girls latching around her waist and shoulders. “So I’m trusting you three to bring back fancy politicians for it!”

“Even the Kazekage?” Sumire asks, hands to her chest with this hopeful look.

“Even him.” Hanabi nods with a big smile. All three girls crowd together. “Go to the mission center tomorrow morning and they’ll get you your mission details.”

“Ooohh!” Namida squeals, over the moon.

“Hell yeah!” Wasabi pumps her fist, stepping forward. “You can count on us, Hanabi-sensei! We’ll make sure everyone’s safe and sound for the big day!”

“Is Konohamaru-sensei excited?” Namida asks as the three let go of her. Hanabi covers her mouth with a laugh as Eiji scoffs.

“The big dope is beyond excited.” Eiji folds her arms. Wasabi’s already taller than her, and Sumire matches her in height. Hanabi finds this amusing.

“Dope!” Wasabi laughs loudly, holds her stomach even, and Eiji joins her. “Yeah, he kinda is, huh?”

“Wasabi,” Eiji sets a hand on Wasabi’s shoulder, still laughing, “you got no idea what a dope that guy was when we were kids.”

“Stop it!” Namida huffs all pouty, crossing her arms. “Don’t make fun of him that way! That’s Hanabi-sensei’s future husband!”

“No, it’s okay.” Even Hanabi can’t keep back her giggle, shoving Eiji’s shoulder. “Can I tell you a secret?”

All three lean in, giddy.

“He’s kind of a sap.” Wasabi laughs out loud while Sumire and Namida control their giggles. “You’re all still so young, but when you find your person, make sure they’re soft inside.”

“Soft inside,” Sumire muses, tapping her chin.

“Yeah, you know what,” Wasabi steps forward, confident, “if a dude wants to know me, he has to be in touch with his emotions.”

“Wait—really?” Sumire asks, looking taken aback. Even Hanabi has to question it.

“Yes ma’am!” Wasabi declares. “Men who are confident in themselves, that’s the way to go.”

“I want one who can cry in front of me,” Namida says with all the vindication in her tone.

Hanabi and Eiji cackle, evil and crazy with one another, clutching their stomachs.

“Alright girls, I have to go.” Hanabi shoo’s them away, feeling satisfied with their interaction. Eiji is still laughing as they head to the bridal gown shop, pushes her way in. Eiji even greets the shop keep by name because she became so familiar with the shop for her own wedding. Eiji gets to work pointing out the dress she’s decided she needs to see Hanabi in, and Hanabi just lets her because she’s just happy someone cares enough.

When she looks at herself, she almost tears up.

Not because the robes are particularly beautiful or anything, just because it’s something she’s dreamt about for a long time. For better or worse, Hanabi’s thought of what her wedding would be like since she was old enough to know you could commit your entire life to one other person.

It started with the hope she’d find a beautiful boy who was strong, brave and treated her like a living god. That beautiful boy would sweep her off her feet and commit his entire heart and soul to her. Would never wrong her, would always be there to kiss her cheeks and hug her when she’s sad and jump for joy with her when she’s happy. That silly stuff girls only get to dream about for a little while before reality catches up to them.

Naturally, it turned into something sadder and bleaker. The gut-punching reality that she would never live that fantasy. It was always going to be an arrogant, boring, stuffy man. One who could never make her laugh, whose smile would send unpleasant shivers down her spine, who looked down his nose at her. One that wanted her as his prize. The reality of her situation, especially her. The heiress to the Hyūga needed a fitting husband to have kids with.

Konohamaru broke down all those barriers. It took a long time, a lot of heartache, so, so many tears. Late nights wondering if she’d ever truly be happy. Early mornings wondering if he’d come back to her again. Days when she felt like it was all for nothing, that she should just accept her fate and close off her heart, never let it be squeezed or full or burned again. Really go down that cold heart of neutrality path, as her father had done for so long.

Here she is. Standing in front of a mirror, feeling like that princess. Knowing that beautiful boy is just a call away. That he’s smitten with her just like she always dreamt about, gone for her in a way that only someone deeply in love can be. Even better, it’s exactly how she is for him, too.

Her heart feels bouncy in her chest.

Eiji knocks aggressively on the door and she snaps herself out of her daydreams. They don’t have to be dreams anymore.

“This is the one,” Eiji waves Hinata over to observe and Hanabi nearly chokes when she sees tears in her sister’s eyes.

“Hey!” Hanabi gasps, holding her arms out. “Hey, hey, what—”

“I’ve always just wanted you to be happy,” Hinata breathes out, holding onto Hanabi’s elbows as she comes toe to toe with her. Hanabi looks down at her sister with wide eyes. “I was so worried.”

“I…I am happy,” Hanabi tells her, suddenly feeling guilty.

“I know,” Hinata says in this soft voice, smiling all watery up at her.

Hanabi thinks of all the times she crawled into Hinata’s bed. Crying, sad, or just lonely. Even into their twenties and Hinata’s thirties. Time and time again, every moment life felt like it wronged her, her older sister was always her stone. So she lets Hinata pull her down into a tight hug, trying not to let tears well up in her own eyes, too. Tries not to think about the fact that neither of them had a mother to give them away. She just tries to be grateful that she has this. Her big sister and her best friends. And her beautiful boy.

Hanabi frequently has to pinch her skin to remind herself she’s not dreaming. This is reality.

There’s no doubt in Konohamaru’s mind.

He’s marrying Hanabi in the summer, in the sunshine.

It’s what she’s always deserved, and he doesn’t want to wait a second longer than he has to before officially sealing the deal.

Yeah, it’s definitely something he’s thought about for a long time. He’ll never have any shame in admitting that. Hanabi’s been his dream girl for as long as he’s known her. The moment he watched her make short work of her bullies and put them on the ground, he was gone. Admiration from up close, he thinks. She’s always been the bright spot in his life he chased after, even when she pushed him away. Told him there was no way their worlds could ever connect, and still, all he wanted was her.

Even when he thought maybe he was a little crazy in the head for how much he wanted her, there was no stopping it. Confronting Hiashi and demanding acceptance was always an inevitability. Making her his wife was always her decision. Konohamaru thinks there’s some truth to faith and destiny and all that other crap. It was always meant to be, as sappy as that is.

In movies and T.V., the groom is always a nervous wreck. Konohamaru lets Jun tug at his tie while Naruto reminisces with him, and he feels calm. Everything is just as it should be. He doesn’t have a worried bone in his body, he thinks.

Udon stands in the doorframe with his arms crossed, smiling at Konohamaru.

This world took Konohamaru’s father from him. His grandfather. His uncle. He learned a long time ago that these were the realities of shinobi life. The fourth war had him facing an impossibly terrifying enemy at the tender age of 11. That’s when a lot of them get to have their first near-death experiences. What kept him going were the people in his life he wanted to protect. His mom, Naruto, Udon and Moegi. Hanabi. Every day, Konohamaru swore his life away to make sure those people would be safe.

It feels so much different now with Hanabi, and now the nerves get going inside of him. They’ve been together for a good amount of time, but now he has a duty to not die on her. It’s something they’ve talked about, late-night promises before missions where he tells her he won’t be that reckless kid he once was. Promises that he can’t die. Promises he can’t make. Leaving Hanabi alone in the world terrifies him, especially now that she’s committing to him, really committing to him.

Sometimes, he thinks there’s a reason all of the older shinobi got married and had kids so fast. Naruto and Hinata, Sasuke and Sakura, Shikamaru and Temari, Ino and Sai, and all the others. Fighting directly in the war, there must have been some urgency to pass on their genes and settle down. Look for a sense of normalcy. Konohamaru thinks that just didn’t apply to shinobi his age. The ones who wanted to fight but were forced to stay in the village. Watched the destruction from a distance. Felt the impacts but could do nothing to help. Told they were just kids and their responsibility was to live.

It took a lot longer for him and his own peers to settle. Even Konohamaru is doing it sooner than a lot of kids from his class. Naruto still refers to them as kids as they all near their thirties. Udon’s been a bachelor forever and Moegi’s bounced from guy to guy forever. Even Konohamaru experimented with dating for a while before he realized his heart firmly belonged to Hanabi.

Committing like this feels like a giant leap. It’s one he wants to make, but also one that kind of scares him.

There’s no way Konohamaru can die on Hanabi, not after declaring his love and intention to her father and subsequentially wedding her.

“Are you okay?” Jun asks in a quiet voice, leaning towards him. Snaps Konohamaru from his devastating thoughts.

“You almost died.”

Jun blinks at him with those big yellow eyes, then looks behind him briefly. Naruto’s moved on to Udon to tell him how proud he is of what great men they’ve turned out to be. Jun clears his throat and steps forward. “I’m aware…?”

“Weren’t you terrified?” Konohamaru asks, swallowing hard, knowing he’s being too vague.

“The concept of dying is naturally scary,” Jun says in a disbelieving voice.

“Terrified of leaving Eiji?”

Quiet sweeps over them as Jun purses his lips together. After a moment, Jun nods, stiffly. “Of course I was.”

“So…” Konohamaru doesn’t know how to articulate what he wants to say.

“We’re all shinobi, Konohamaru.” Jun seems to pick up on his hesitancy. “We all know what we sign up for. And we all know who we sign up to be with.”

Konohamaru licks his lips, trying to fight off the dry mouth that threatens. “Right, but…”

“That’s our burden.” Jun reaches up to set a firm hand on his shoulder. Konohamaru thinks of his father. “And their burden, too.”

It’s all perfect, really.

His mom was shooting for something bigger than Naruto and Hinata’s wedding, but even he had to reign her in for it. Naruto, the Hero of the Leaf, was always going to have a giant wedding. Konohamaru’s just happy that he’s standing at a doorway, waiting to see his gorgeous bride under the sunshine.

Somehow they had pulled it together despite it all. When Hanabi emerges from behind the double doors, Konohamaru can finally understand why men cry when they see the love of their life at their wedding.

Hanabi always lit up his world like the firework she was, and today is no exception. She steps out, bashful, and still successfully steals Konohamaru’s breath away. A large, bursting orange Lily tucked behind one ear, her hair pulled into that gem-crusted clip her sister got her as a gift for graduating to genin, and the aquamarine pendant centered in her neckline that he had gotten her nearly ten years ago for her birthday. The kimono matches, with swirling bright red and orange patterning, looking like the warm glow of the sun she is.

He blinks, resists rubbing his eyes.

“Getting a good look?”

Even now, she teases him as she spins, holding up her arms. He reaches out with his hands, and she readily takes them, letting him pull her in close. There’s nothing more he wants than to carry her away and be alone with her, but it’s the big day.

“Perfection,” he whispers against her lips, not quite connecting, but close enough to feel each other's breaths.

“You don’t look so bad,” she snickers, stepping away. “Glad you don’t look boring.”

Konohamaru smirks as he thinks back to that day. The day Hanabi planted a kiss on his lips, hidden in a hallway like the stupid teenagers they were, starting their game of tag. Naruto and Hinata’s wedding day, he wore a suit and tie, and she wore slightly dressier robes.

“And you look stunning,” he tells her, excitement in his chest like that teenager he once was that he can still make her cheeks pink.

“Ready?”

“For a long time.”

When she kisses him, it feels like her life finally begins.

All of her life she was told to be better. Work harder. Fight. Lead. Strength. There was no path for weakness, except when she was with Konohamaru. Now she lets the burning, yet sweet liquid of sake slide down her throat as she’s declared his wife. She throws her hands up to cheer, and someone behind her, maybe her sister or Eiji, takes the small cup from her hand. His arms encase her entire back as he pulls her right against his chest and lifts her up.

Inside, she knows the little girl in her is satisfied.

Once upon a time, Hanabi was just that starry-eyed girl, read fairy tales like all the other little girls of the village before they start training to become kunoichi. The protagonist always finds that perfect person. Natsu cradled her in her arms and promised her that her happily ever after would come. Tadashi reassured her she was doing everything right. Tora-sensei guided her when she finally made it to the real shinobi world. Eiji and Jun made sure every piece of her stayed together, no matter how hard things got.

“I thought we’d run away together,” she says to him when it’s all over and they’re falling into bed, the first night as what she thought once impossible: newlyweds.

“Yeah?” he whispers, his lips trailing along her neck as she pushes the robes off his shoulders.

“I never thought we’d make it here.” It’s not a new conversation, far from it. It’s old news now, but he still laughs, because it’s okay to laugh now.

“Where would we have gone?”

“A coastal place.” She giggles as one hand wraps around the back of her neck to keep her from pulling too far away. “Elope without anyone knowing. Leave it all behind.”

“Eloping,” he repeats back between kisses.

“I’ve wanted this forever,” she sighs, happy and dreamy, nothing but good feelings rising inside of her.

“I’ve wanted you forever.” She shivers at the way he says it right in her ear, the warmth of his breath against it.

“You have me now.” He pulls away just enough to look at her and she feels like she’s glowing under his gaze.

“You and me,” he tells her with such sincerity, she wants to melt.

All she’d ever dreamt about was a beautiful boy, and that beautiful boy giving her the whole world.

Hanabi thinks her whole world is Konohamaru.

He’s all hers, and she’s all his. They don’t even have to say ‘I love you’s, because it’s just a given.

All of the fights, all of the pain, all of the waiting, it all ends in something beautiful.

Starting their lives together like this feels like a fever dream, but it’s her reality.

Hanabi lets Konohamaru conform to her, and all she can do is let happy tears and bubbly laughter pour out of her while he holds onto her like his life depends on it, kisses away her tears and laughs, too.

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