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[perrywrites]

Part 4 of murmuring u want them inside u with karasu, otoya and yukimiya?? (the trio💪)

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Absentmindedly murmuring that you want him inside of you during practice part 5;

NSFW 

Includes; Sae, Rin, Karasu, Otoya, Yukimiya

Part 1 (Isagi, Hiori, Bachira) and part 2 (Chigiri, Reo) and part 3 (Kaiser, Barou) and part 4 (Nagi, Shidou, Kunigami)

The demand for Sae and Rin in the requests is CRAZYYY 👀 I see you guys, I hear y’all, I finally found the time (and inspo) to write, so here’s five of the remaining bllk crew 🤭🤭🤭 FYI Sae’s the roughest one to start with here SJGDJHSGSD the others are a bit milder/romantic

Sae: he raises an eyebrow the moment he catches your simmering gaze. You have an interesting way of causing him trouble. But nonetheless, he chooses to focus on his practice, effectively ignoring your amorous expression - he’s too good at playing aloof, but on the inside he’s less than calm; it messes with him more than you and even he himself realizes. But that aloof facade doesn’t falter even as he’s walking towards you during his break, expression as indifferent as always, though there’s a teasing note in his voice as he says, “You’re unusually brazen today, are you asking for more?” His question refers to how he had you last night, making you whimper beneath him as he pushed your head down into the mattress, fucking into you. Just referring to that would usually make you so flustered you’d immediately blush, avoiding his eyes as you half-heartedly scolded him - but right now… Instead of reacting shyly, you let out a deep romantic sigh, eyes hooded and dreamy as you murmur something about wanting him inside of you. Eyebrows shooting up, he stares at you for a moment for your bold and unabashed request, wondering for a quick moment if he misheard you. But your wanton gaze dispels that doubt instantly, and he scoffs at your shamelessness. ‘Seems like I broke your brain’ he wants to say, but the words don’t leave him, dying down in his throat as he stares at you for a moment longer, heat building up inside him as he catches the way your eyelashes flutter, and the way your pouty lips part. Oh, you’re definitely asking for more, alright. Asking for him to pin you down and shove his cock in deep, bite down on your shoulders to make you cry out as he roughly thrusts into you. He’ll keep pounding away into you, a bruising grip on your hips as he grunts in your ear, mocking you and asking you if this is what you wanted. All of your sounds, he’ll soak them in, tug on your hair to hear you yelp as he pulls you into a messy kiss - pulling apart only when he’s buried deep inside of you, hips stuttering as he releases and fills you up. His fantasy is broken when he realizes what kind of heated gaze he’s sending you - and no way in hell is going to be caught by someone with a half-decent camera looking at his girlfriend like he wants to bend her over - so he looks away and gulps down his water, wiping his mouth. “... If you want me that badly, then be a good girl and stop causing me trouble,” he says, without elucidating what he even meant by something as arbitrary as ‘good girl’ and causing him trouble - but maybe that’s the point. Because both of you know whether you’re ‘good’ or ‘bad’ he’s going to fuck you - the only difference being how much rougher he is when you’ve been bad. After that, practice doesn’t go as well for him as it should, to the point that the coach decides to dismiss him early (him, in particular), kindly patting him on the shoulder as he tells him to ‘relax’ and not ‘worry’ about the upcoming match. Classic Sae, he shoves his hand off, telling him to shut the fuck up with his assumptions, and makes his way over to the showerrooms. After that humiliating experience, don’t think you’re going to get away without some discipline.  

Rin: there is always a hint of pride blooming knowing you’re right there, watching him, supporting him, though he would never say it to you. He makes sure to not be distracted, but after every goal he still looks your way as you cheer loudly, calling his name with that kind of cheery glee that always makes his heart flutter - except this time you’re silent. It takes him a moment of sweeping his gaze over to find you for this reason, and when he finds you, his heart stops for another reason… What’s up with those eyes? Those dreamy, dazed eyes, face sat in your hands as you languidly watch him, were you even really there? Dammit, don’t just sit there like that, wanting him - but then what else were you supposed to do? It’s not like he wants you to stop… wanting him… or to go away… But still, dammit. This kind of frenzied panic only happens for a moment, though, before he sweeps his gaze away and goes back to practise like his heart isn’t thundering from your stupid audacity. Stupid, lukewarm idiot. When it’s his break and he’s walking over to you, there is a vexed crease between his eyebrows as he glares down at you - but it’s so obvious he’s anything but mad when the tips of his ears are burning up like that, his lips downturned in what can only be read as a flustered frown. “What the hell are you doing?” Stop looking like you want to be taken, dammit. You hum in response, a small, pining sound, soft like cotton and all things blissful. “I want you inside of me, Rin…” Pretty eyes widening and pupils dilating, his mouth parts open slightly in complete shock - you - you - what? What? It takes him a moment to regain himself, heart pulsing wildly right beneath his skin as he observes your dazed, adoring eyes as you look up at him, expression nothing but lovesick and yearnful, and fucking hell he loses his mind. You have no clue, do you? How much he dreams of you looking at him like that, like he’s your whole world, your entire universe, like you’re so taken in by him. It makes his heart constrict, antsy to do something - to you - because that’s the only thing that can calm this desperate need, dammit. He wants to give you the whole world, keep you trapped on his bed under his large frame as he makes love to you over and over again - until his name is the only thing you can cry out, sobbing, as he fills you up repeatedly, making you take him. He wants to see you ruined by him, all vulnerable and weak beneath him, helpless to his neverending affection. Oh, yeah, he’ll give it all to you, every piece of bliss possible. But… Not right now. Your timing is horrible. Beyond horrible. And the fact that he can’t fuck you right now pisses him off beyond anything, so as the shock leaves his expression, instead it morphs into a deep frown with an unforgettable blush. “... You better keep that energy by the time I’m done with practice, fucking freak.” Or else he’ll make you regret putting him through this dilemma right inbetween practice. Don’t play with him, dammit.

Karasu: he usually tells you to not bother trying to hide it, because he can always tell when you’re wanting him, yearning for him. But this time it seems like he has no need to tell you something like that; you’re making no attempt to hide your completely apparent and obvious neediness, glassy eyes showcasing your wanton stupor, and the way that you’re flushed… Yeah, he’s absolutely sure he knows exactly what’s going on in your mind. He pretends not to, though, as he continues on with practice - the way he can control his expressions and mannerisms down to the subtlest details is never not impressive. And he continues on with the whimsical charade as he saunters over to you, though he’s itching to tease you - nah, he’ll save it for later, when he can tease you all you he wants and then take his time having you… “Ya okay? Seems like ya have no energy, didn’t finish yer breakfast again, eh? I’ll take ya out for lunch later, how about it?” He plays oblivious, seemingly genuinely concerned, like he doesn’t know exactly what your deal is. That sentiment is immediately shattered into non-existence, and even he can’t control the way his eyes widen when you whisper that lewd sentence. Oh…? You want him inside, huh…? Need him that badly, hm? Expression falling under his control within a moment, he looks away from you for a moment as he chuckles to himself, but he can’t deny the shiver that had wrecked through him the moment your low seductive whisper had assailed his senses. “A little desperate there, aren’t ya?” You have no clue how good you sound, what you do to him when you talk in that breathy voice, do you? Oh god, it kills him. And now here he was, head full with lewd fantasies of how he was going to ruin you on his cock, make you cry out for him, turn your voice all hoarse, throat sore as you soar on the height of each prolonged orgasm he’ll put you through. You sound so good then, after all, the way your voice turns all sharp and whiny and blissful when he brings you to that euphoric high after teasing you for far too long. He loves the way your exhausted face melts into shaky satisfaction, especially when your trembling thighs jolt when he takes a few moments too long before pulling out, a soft overstimulated whimper leaving your lips. He won’t deny it, hearing that sweet sound leave your lips makes his cock twitch each time, makes him want to fuck into you again and again, if only to hear that whimper of yours over and over again. And it’s so unfortunate he can’t indulge in that desire right now - but Karasu is fully capable of being patient, very patient… Especially when he knows what kind of reward he’s going to take for himself at the end of this gruelling wait. He flicks your forehead. “... Well, since yer being so cute and eager, I won’t make ya wait too long,” he says, in a low, raspy tone, and he delights in the way you instantly react, shivering. That’s his girl.

Otoya: he has a sort of sixth sense when it comes to these kind of things, especially when it comes to you. Do you think he wouldn’t know what his cute girlfriend is thinking? He doesn’t have to look at you to know - he just does. So honestly, he’s not very surprised by your passionate gaze, eyes glassy and needy. That doesn’t mean he’s not delighting in your erotic expression, though, because oh god he’s enjoying this so much. He’s still walking over to you when he starts contemplating on bailing out on practice just for your sweet, sweet invitation. Pity, the only thing stopping him right now is your inevitable rejection, because you’re proper and controlled enough to suggest he remain in practice, he knows it. Soon, he’s next to you, sitting close to you, his thigh pressed right against yours as he keeps his eyes on you. “Yo, what’s up? You seem needy. Wanna get out of here?” He thought you’d fight him on this, insist he stay for practice, and he’ll have to sigh and accept being blue balled, drag his ass back to the field when all he really wants now is to sink deep into your plush walls. To his surprise, the look in your eyes doesn’t change, still heady and dark and wanting when you whisper what you do - and despite himself, his eyes widen for a second, his thigh twitching once. Outside of those two miniscule reactions, he doesn’t let anything else tell of his shock - and more importantly, the blood that just rushed down to his cock. Oh, you’ve effectively turned him on like a lightbulb. Because oh boy, if only you knew how badly he wants to rail you now for saying that lewd sentence. He wants to feel up your entire body, trail his hands all over and claim you, kissing you everywhere he can, drink in your mewls as his lips keep finding yours again and again. He wants to let loose on your body, take over and possess every inch, make your body sing with his touch, skin tingle with the ghost of his touch even after he’s done. And more than anything, he wants to pound into you, be inside you like you asked, his cock moving in and out of you faster and faster until he spills himself into you - yeah, he decides, you guys have been dating long enough for him to ditch the condoms (plural, because you don’t think he’ll go just once, do you?). He’ll go get you plan B afterwards, but for now, he has to spill his load inside of you, especially after you’ve said such a dirty thing to him. So that’s why, he’s getting up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up as well. “You want me to be inside of you, hm? Okay, sure. But don’t complain when I finish inside of you.” 

Yukimiya: honestly, Yukimiya has no clue what kind of needy gaze you’re directing towards him, his entire focus is on soccer - he’s just elated and honoured to know you’re there watching him at all. This, obviously, changes when he walks over to you when it’s time for his break - immediately he can tell something is up with you… The way you’re cravingly looking at him, pupils dilated and hazy, makes him burn up to the tips of his ears, a very noticeable blush overtaking his face. He clears his throat as he comes up to you, wanting to say something about your… ardent state… but unable to, so after a moment he simply distracts himself by drinking his water, trying to ignore the eager appetite of your infatuated gaze. And within the span of a few moments, Yukimiya finds himself hunched over, violently choking. What? Did you really just say what he thinks you just did? Something like… like… that? However, as bluntly… lewd… as he found your words to be, he couldn’t help the sudden rush in his bloodstream, the way his heart pounds in his ears. The idea that you need him so intimately, that you said something like that to him, a dreamy tilt to your voice… It drives him crazy with an obsession to turn you submissive and pliant under his ministrations, to worship you and fill you up with exactly what you wished for. Languidly stretch you out with a slow passion, keenly watch your expressions thaw into pleasure and twist into need as you moan and whimper for more of him. And he’ll give you everything you’ll ask for, leisurely dragging his hips, trying to drag out this moment between the two of you for as long as possible, because gosh, he could just feel eternity at the ends of his fingertips right then and there. But alas, eternity is nothing if not humanity’s fantasy, and he’ll start speeding up as you start chanting his name. You’ll hold him close like a promise, and he’ll fall apart inside of you like a heathen turned believer, groaning your name softly as he finishes inside the warmth of your heaven. His throat still burns from all the coughing, and although you’re by his side, looking worried as you voice your concern, he can’t meet your eyes at all as he keeps turning away, unwilling and unable to make eye-contact. He can’t, not when his mind is still filled with such lewd fantasies of having you - it makes him feel like he’ll pounce if he turns and looks into your eyes as you look at him with genuine concern. So he mumbles something about going back to practice, jogging away from you, effectively escaping the situation. But the human mind is a tricky thing, and his proves to be a prison. A prison full of erotic visuals and thoughts about you. A horny jail, as you’d probably say, right? Did he use that one right…? He doesn’t know, but any attempts in distracting himself fail, and as his practice comes to an end, he comes to a clear conclusion; he needs to take you home and have you, right now. 

PHEW, I finished up five charas for this over two days… And with that, this series has officially come to an end as well! Kekeke! I hope you guys enjoyed this one as well! I certainly had a lot of fun with maaaaany of these the reactions are too funny 🤭🤭🤭

[demonpiratehuntress]

love me again

OPLA!Sanji x F!Reader

taglist - @kabloswrld

summary - you were a waitress at the Baratie years before you joined Luffy's rag-tag crew. you shared one kiss with Sanji and when you return with them to the Baratie, you find the cook hasn't forgotten. and he wants more

warnings - was going for fluff but this turned out angstier and longer (i got carried away) than i thought. don't worry, it's still fluffy at the end though

a/n - please request more OPLA!Sanji, i am going insane. my favourite is Zoro (as i'm sure you guys have noticed) but i had a dream about this guy. help

"Are you really leaving?"

"I wish you'd come with."

"You know why I can't."

"I know..."

A brief silence settled over you both before gentle footsteps met your ears. When you looked up, he was right in front of you. Your breath hitched, the proximity causing butterflies to bloom in your stomach.

"This is what I've always wanted..."

"I know," he answered softly, "Look at me. It's okay."

You didn't want to look. If you looked at him, you'd be tempted to stay, just like you'd been for so long. Every time you tried to leave, one look from him made you stay. You'd been delaying following your dreams because of how much you'd miss the only man you'd ever loved.

"(Name)."

You slowly looked up, hesitantly. He was offering you a sad smile, obviously trying to be brave for your sake.

"Maybe our paths will cross again one day."

"I hope so," you replied quietly. "Don't forget about me now."

He chuckled, "Forget about you? Never." You raised an eyebrow, and he took your hands in his. "I promise. Let me prove it to you." And then he leaned in, connecting your lips.

How ironic, your first kiss was your last.

-

"Is it over?"

Usopp glanced over your shoulder at the far end of the ship, stepping out from behind you and sighing in relief when he saw you were not being chased by the Marines anymore.

You chuckled, leaning against the railing, "That was fun, actually."

"Fun?! You and I have very different ideas of fun..."

Nami snorted, agreeing with you, "And you have no idea of fun."

As the sharpshooter protested, you looked up at your captain, who was sitting on his favourite seat - Merry's figurehead. He was sniffing the air, looking both confused and curious.

"Something wrong, captain?"

"I smell food," was his reply.

You grinned at that, not taking him seriously. Luffy could smell food - more specifically, meat - from oceans away. Most likely, there was another pirate ship passing by where someone was cooking.

That's what the crew needed. A cook. You had worked at a restaurant before, but only as a waitress. You knew a little bit about cooking, but just the basics. Nothing fancy or exquisite. So it would be nice for the crew to have someone who could cook elaborate and tasty meals.

"What is that?" You heard Usopp ask, peering into the distance.

You turned to see what he was talking about, and immediately froze. Every vein and artery in your body turned to ice, blood running cold.

"What's a Baratie?"

Oh god. Before you could stop it, dizziness washed over you and you had to grip the railing for support. Well, you tried. You would have fallen overboard if it wasn't for Zoro, who caught you before you could.

"(Name)? What's wrong?" Nami asked worriedly as the swordsman led you to sit down.

There was no way. Absolutely no way. How could you have found your way back after all these years? You might have thought you were dreaming, but your journey thus far had yielded far worse surprises so you knew you weren't.

"I, um..." You didn't know where to begin. "I..."

None of the crew had ever seen you like this before. Even Zoro's eyebrows furrowed, confusion at your sudden timidness. You weren't known for being shy, quiet or easily flustered. You were loud, tough and one of their fiercest fighters. So what could possibly be reducing you to this?

It was even worse when the Going Merry docked at the pier. The familiar aroma and atmosphere of the Baratie hit you full force, and it was making your head spin - not in a good way.

"Usopp, help her!"

You felt a hand grab your arm, and another gently placed on your back, guiding you off the ship. You were so unsteady it was scaring your crew.

But maybe you shouldn't be worried. Maybe he wouldn't remember you. Maybe he really had forgotten, despite his promise not to. You had changed a lot, after all. You never forgot, but you knew him. His gravitation towards pretty girls might have left you in the dust in his mind.

Despite part of you hoping that would be the case, your stomach churned unpleasantly at the thought.

Sitting down at the table you and the others were escorted to helped put you at ease a little. As the others looked around in awe, Nami put a hand on your arm and met your eyes with concern shining in hers.

"Do you want to leave, (Name)?"

"No, no, I..." You took a deep breath. "I used to work here."

"What?" Nami's eyes widened.

"Cool!" Luffy exclaimed. "So you know people here?"

"I...do."

Nami was about to ask for a better explanation, that is until two guys at a table nearby started arguing and got up to physically fight. Another man approached them, and your heart almost stopped.

Sanji.

You ducked under the table quickly hoping he hadn't seen you. Staring at Zoro's swords was more appealing than facing your past right now.

"(Name)! What-"

You cut Nami off when you saw his legs moving towards your table, "Act like I'm not here! Hide me, please! I'll explain later, I promise. Just don't let him see me!"

"Don't worry, I don't bite," came the cook's familiar voice, sounding amused. "Your shy friend there can rest easy."

With a sigh, you slowly sat up and finally looked at the blond. Your eyes met, and his entire body went rigid. His smile faltered, and you quickly dropped your gaze to the table.

Zoro was first to break the silence, ordering for himself and soon Usopp and Luffy chimed in. You still hung your head, remaining silent as Sanji took their orders. He was so stunned by your return that his attempt at flirting with Nami failed miserably, earning snickers from the swordsman and sharpshooter.

"I need the bathroom," you muttered, escaping the table that suddenly seemed claustrophobic and rushing off.

Outside the Baratie, you tried to steady your breathing. You had not been ready for this at all. Your hands were shaking, your body trembling but not from the cold.

You cursed, running a hand through your hair. Trying to calm yourself down was not working at all. You didn't trust yourself to go back inside, to face both him and your crew again. Maybe you could get away with staying out here all night. You weren't that hungry anyway.

"Is it everything it's cracked up to be?"

Your body stiffened, and you refused to tear your eyes away from the Going Merry. This could not be happening.

"Is-is what everything it's cracked up to be?"

You tried to sound calm, collected, and like you were not internally freaking out. You failed significantly, your voice coming out a little higher in pitch than it normally did. The cook stepped up to stand next to you, and he smelled so familiar your body seemed to relax on its own. But your mind and heart were racing at a million miles per hour, the latter ready to burst out and make a run for it.

"Come on, one look and you decide to run away?" He teased. "Am I uglier than I used to be?"

"No, god no," you breathed out instantly, "I just..."

"I get it. It's been a while."

You nodded, slowly feeling calm settle in again, "Yeah. It has." You swallowed thickly and turned to look at him, trying to ignore how he made you feel butterflies all over again. "You're even more attractive, just by the way."

"Good to know," he replied smugly, "So are you."

God the butterflies were unbearable. You were starting to feel nauseous from your mixed emotions, and you weren't sure whether to run away again or pass out.

"I don't blame you, you know. For leaving." He sighed. "You were the braver one between us, setting off to follow your dream. I'm really glad you did, because you look great. Happy, even."

"Really?" You choked out a laugh. "What part of me right now screams happy?"

"Okay, maybe I'm just assuming that," he laughed too, "I saw what a good crew you have, so I thought that they were making you happy. Happier than you were here, anyway." He looked out at the water, glittering under the light of the moon.

"They do make me happy," you admitted, "But Sanji...I was happy here too. You always made sure of that. I just...I always wished I could have both. You and the sea. I never stopped thinking about you."

"Oh?" He turned to smile at you, "No roguish pirates stole your heart?"

"No, it was only ever a flirty cook."

The two of you shared a laugh, reminding you of when you were both younger and he would always try to make you laugh. It's why you'd fallen in love with him.

"i could say the same," he finally admitted, making your heart skip a beat. "This restaurant's seen many pretty women, but none of them have ever held a candle to you." A light blush, so light that you couldn't see it and he was glad, settled on his cheeks. "I saw you in every single one of them."

You gripped the railing hard, his words taking you off guard. They were the sweetest and most romantic words you'd ever heard, and you had to your best not to squeal and kick your feet like a teenage girl.

But you couldn't let yourself fall into this routine again. You were still a pirate, this was a temporary stop and you'd still leave again. And he'd stay, like he always did, like he did the first time you left.

The first tear that fell barely made a splash in the water.

'I'm gonna go," you gestured to the inside of the restaurant. "Before they wonder where I've gone."

And as he watched you walk away from him again, Sanji mentally kicked himself for not asking you to stay again. No, for not going with you. there was no way you'd stay after getting a taste of your dream.

It was just not meant to be.

-

The rest of the night you hid from him. Every time he would try and talk to you again, you made an excuse or every time you spotted him nearby you slunk into the crowd at the bar and disappeared from his view.

He found it cute how he could still fluster you so easily. Chuckling every time you not-so-discreetly hid behind a random person, he would give up and move away only to try again minutes later.

"You're hiding from me," he finally caught you at the bar, getting more drinks. There were only so many times you could avoid him.

"N-no," you stammered, blushing. "What gives you that idea?"

He raised an eyebrow, asking for a drink for himself, "Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to stay. I already know that answer."

You bit your lip, taking a deep breath, "Kiss me again."

"What?" Surprisingly, he was taken aback by how forward you were about it. "(Name)-"

"Please," you begged, "Just once more. I have a feeling this time I really won't be coming back here. We're heading for the Grand Line, so...if this is the last time I'm going to see you, I want us to say goodbye with a kiss."

He was so conflicted. On one hand, he would never turn down an opportunity to kiss you. On the other...he would be setting himself - and you - up for heartbreak all over again. But if you were really going where you said you were...

His hands found your waist and tugged you to his body, his lips crashing against yours with the force of a heavy tide. He kissed you deeply, fervently, like it was your last day on earth. He kissed you like the world was ending, like he'd never get to kiss anyone ever again. Not that he'd want to, after this. Because you returned his passion, hand gripping his hair and one gripping his shirt. You kissed him so fiercely, it was truly a kiss to remember.

"Be careful," was all he could breathe out when you pulled apart for air.

"I will."

-

Then the fight with Arlong happened.

You felt a thousand different emotions course through you. Anger, for Mihawk and Arlong hurting Zoro and Luffy, and for Nami's betrayal. Hurt, for Nami not being the friend you thought she was. Sadness, for watching Zoro lay almost lifeless on the kitchen table as Zeff tended to his deep gash. Confusion, for how fast the night had gone wrong.

What had happened?

"He'll be okay."

You looked up at Sanji as he approached you, not noticing you were shaking until he reached out to touch your arm, trying to comfort you without getting too close.

You took a shaky breath, "Of course he will. He's the strongest person I know." You looked down again. "But he's never been hurt that badly before...And Nami's gone..." You buried your face in your hands. "Everything is so wrong right now."

Sanji was again conflicted, but he hated seeing you so torn up so he put aside his own feelings to pull you into his arms, comforting you silently with a hug. It was more soothing than anything you'd ever known, especially since it was coming from him. You had no idea how you'd cope with leaving him again, after all of this.

"Thanks," you smiled softly as you pulled away. "It was really nice to see you again." Your cheeks heat up at the memory of your shared kiss. "I'm gonna miss you even more now."

He just smiled tightly, putting his hands in his pockets, "Yeah, me too. I, uh, I should go help the old man clean up."

You nodded, watching him walk away. It hurt now, but it hurt even more knowing he would eventually move on since you wouldn't be back, and the thought of him with someone else crushed you. Little did you know, he was having the same dilemma, the idea of you with another man making him sick to his stomach.

But you'd both have to learn to live with it.

-

The next morning, Zoro was still in a coma but the four of you - him, you, Usopp and Luffy - were preparing to leave the Baratie. You offered to sit with Zoro as they prepped the Going Merry for departure, not sure you could see Sanji standing and watching you go.

"I really need you to wake up and knock some sense into me," you spoke to the comatose swordsman, wiping your teary eyes. "You're the only one who won't treat me like a fragile flower, even though I feel like it."

Before you could say more, however, Luffy joined you. He said his own piece to the swordsman, and the two of you sat there for a while before you decided to let him have a private moment with the green-haired man.

You walked to the kitchen, taking a seat and a deep breath.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Usopp sat across from you. "I know how you feel."

"Oh, right," you remembered, "Yeah, it really sucks. I had to leave once before, but this time hurts even more."

Before Usopp could reply, Luffy was yelling for the two of you.

"(Name)! Usopp! Zoro's awake!"

The two of you exchanged looks before scrambling up and to the room, bright and relieved smiles crossing your faces when you saw the swordsman's open eyes.

"I can still knock some sense into you," he spoke, his voice thick and raspy. So was the chuckle that followed.

You laughed and rushed over to hug him, careful of his huge wound. His 'knock' turned out to be a light bonk on your head, making you laugh even more.

A little while later, he was up and about, but you made him sit down. You finally got the courage to come out as the ship was just about to be sent off, and in time to see a familiar cook walk on board with a bag hanging from his shoulder.

"Why are we bringing the waiter?" Zoro questioned, only for you to lightly smack his arm.

"I figured I could follow two dreams at once," Sanji started, moving closer with a warm smile, "Finding the All Blue and...you." He stopped just in front of you. "The old man gave me the push I needed."

You teared up again, this time out of joy, and smiled so brightly your face would hurt afterwards, "Welcome aboard."

Then you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him again, this time slower and sweeter since you would have many other opportunities to kiss him again now. Zoro groaned, but the two of you ignored him.

"Okay (Name), you can no longer relate to me," Usopp huffed.

That made you laugh, and you had to pull away from the kiss to do so. Even Sanji grinned, his hands finding your back and rubbing soothing circles onto it.

After a very emotional goodbye to Zeff, Sanji watched the Baratie fade into the distance before joining you at the front, wrapping his arms around you from behind and earning a smile from you. He matched it as he kissed your cheek.

"Now this feels right."

"Agreed."

"I can't wait to see what this adventure has in store for us."

[one-of-tankhuns-neurons]

I cannot let this show go without writing my goodbyes... Deep Night Final EP

Deep night was everything and more. It was a show that was made with insane love, thought and care and it fucking shows. That loves shines through the screen and it is GUARANTEED to warm your cold dead heart. Cheewin has always made his shows a bit more grounded, a bit more queer, a bit more real. Since YYY you can just tell there's someone in the crew that understands queer experience and this was it again. The good parts, the sad parts, the struggle without exploting it for pity. It showcased confusion and acceptance and love and love and love. So many different kinds of love.

Wela and Khemtid

These two developed so beautifully, from people who misunderstood eachother, to people who felt attracted to each other but still didn't get it, to people who listened, apologized, leaned on, supported, loved, cared for eachother. Khemtid's enchantment with wela blossomed after they fought about Wela's job, he realized that acceptance was the better route to take and he just worked hard to get it right, to make up for it, to help. Wela at the same time tried so hard as well to understand Khem's feelings, making it easier for them to reach the middle ground. He worked so hard with Khem to keep the club afloat, he was never mean to his coworkers, he carried the whole world on his back and still stood proud. They went from strangers to these two adorable dorks who hold hands and smile while kissing. I'm sorry but Khemtid smiling like he just won the world while giving his injured bboyfriend a handjob at the back of the club made my heart burn. That's complicity and partnership and mischief and intimacy. They stand on equal ground and that's so meaningful to me.

Then we have these three dorks

The true rivals to lovers. I talked about this in my previous Deep Night post but it was brilliant. Their storyline developed so subtly and naturally I cried last week. The way Japan and Ken's love bloomed out of love for Seiji... like it's not that they're just dating Seiji, they're dating eachother and that comes from a trust that developed from and understanding, that grew from care into desire. Last week's episode showing Japan as the center of his fantasy showed that, Japan is also attracted to Ken, and Ken's heart has melted for Japan as well, unknowingly. The talk they had was so necessary, so respectful and rooted on concern and an actual attempt to build something that left no one out. Seriously the way they're sitting in the end, with Ken brushing Japans hand, the way Japan held Ken's hand and brought him into the hug to welcome him, to shelter him. I love that it wasn't fetishized. (Because we've tackeled threesomes before in other shows but not romantic love) I love them, they love each other, this is healing.

Freya and Meiji

They are EVERYTHING. Honestly the role of women, specifically queer women in queer spaces has been overlooked for way too long. They take on the role of caring, protecting and supporting the whole club, the boys themselves and themselves. The fact that Freya's character was divorced and was constantly under attack from her ex-husbands family now existing with a same-sex partner was so complex yet beautifuly handled. Meiji was not just some random chic they threw in to gay it up, she was important to Freya, she helped at the club, she wasn't much around but when she was on screen she was Freya's rock. The talk on age... bro that shook me to the bone. Media is so focused on youth their questioning was so valid and so painful to watch... but it healed. Fuck I'm crying watching this. Everyone deserves to be loved by THEMSELVES.

Khem and Freya

gET TF OUT I WANT TO BE ALONE this mother-son relationship was amazing. Both characters grew so much out of love for each other I want to swallow a shotgun. The was it was alway Freya trying to gain Khemtids approval was so heartbreaking, and watching Khemtid LEARN to accept and love his mom, accept and love the club, accept and love the role they play... fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK

Also we cannot forget Dai

I don't even have words to explain how great this character was. Outfits on point, personality strong and unmoving, loud and authentic and accepted and part of everything and capable and necessary and just EVERYTHING. And the fact that Dai was perceived as a potential love interest for Freya without it being a joke or mockery was gold. Apart from that, all of these characters and storylines are interwoven in a net of complexity, social norms, real struggles but also real coping mechanisms. I also want to LOUDLY RECOGNIZE the work put into it, as they all worked hard to actually get on stage and perform acrobatics like their characters. There was just so much attention to detail and to making things right I want to cry just thinking about it. Please please please if you havent... Watch it. It may not be revolutionary but it's perfect to me. Deep night is a very queer show that decided to open a lot of wounds just to let them heal properly. THANK YOU DEEP NIGHT. I expected nothing from you and you're now part of me.

[the-golden-comet]

✨🏴‍☠️Five Lines Tag🏴‍☠️✨

Thank you for the tag, @honeybewrites ! ✨

I’ll find my five lines for Peter Hart

1. A line about a building

The scenery was as such: A long stretch of room, laiden with red carpet, west-facing, on the tenth floor of the castle. The outer wall was entirely made of glass window panes that domed over the top, supported by thin sidings, and looking down the hill over the port.

Evening sunlight graced the hall perfectly at this time of day, making the room glow in golden rays. The inner wall was decorated in large self portraits of Prince Alexander, as if his face was always looking down and watching the port even when he wasn’t presently in the hall. There were only four doors; two on either end of the long passage, and two on the inner wall, closer to the ends of the room.

2. A sad line

“But I remember, Father. I remember. Don’t my feelings matter? Does anything I do, anything I say , even matter?! ”

Quickly, Peter gave the trembling prince a hug. His warm embrace, he’d hoped, would help heal Benjamin’s frightened soul. He held Benji’s head to his chest, speaking to him in a soft whisper. “I’m sorry, Benjamin.”

Those tender words caused the prince to cry deeply into the captain’s shirt. Finally, he felt heard. His heartbreaking sobs tugged at Peter’s own heartstrings, yet the blonde remained strong as he spoke with conviction in his voice.

3. A line about sleeping

“Mmmmhmmm…” Benjamin nuzzled deeply and nodded off to sleep. The bright glow carried into his dreams, but as he slumbered the bloom dimmed just gently. Peter watched the dazzling gem a while longer before attempting his own sleep, steadying his breathing to allow a comfortable surface for his prince to rest on.

4. A line about the weather

A thunderstorm clapped and boomed as the Captain’s eyes widened. The electricity in the air made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, goosebumps shivering down his arms as the familiar smell of ozone lingered. A gentle rainfall began, causing Captain Hart, still only in his boots and pants, to rush to the helm and take the wheel.

The gentle pitter patters of rain turned into a heavy rainfall, which turned into torrential downpour. Peter stayed gripping the wheel as he attempted to navigate the ever-angering sea, determined to steer his crew out of danger.

A funny line

As if on cue, a hasty and nervous Captain of The Phoenix bursted through the tavern doors, still clutching the wriggling purple sack and trying to avoid a kick to the jaw. “Aye, lads. There you are!”

“Peter, m’boy! Right on time!” Davey stood up, laughing and belching as he gave his young boss a hearty pat on the back. “And what lot have you got, now?”

“Ah, well….figured I’d catch a few pounds of fresh fish for the boys, yeah…?” Peter avoided another kick to the head as he chuckled nervously.

‘DID HE JUST CALL ME FISH?! FUCKING BASTARD!!!’ Benjamin seethed in his thoughts from inside the bag.

“Ah, fresh then.” Davey nodded, then turned to the crew. “Okay, boys. Found Peter; let’s head out.”

+open tag ✨

[matchadobo]

ACE; guitar (noun)

one word. six letters. an instrument. such produces melodious tones from the vibration of its six strings. an object that bridged one's feelings from one heart to another.

tags: lil' cursing, fluff, gn!reader, kissing, not proofread (sorry if grammar stinky)

summary: name confesses by the bonfire.

wc: 819

for the more immersive experience: listen to this while reading @ timestamp 22:04 🔥💌

the crew had decided to stop by an abandoned shore for the night. after scouting the area for possible habitants, they've decided to rest at the island and wait till dawn.

the whitebeard pirates are now seated encompassing a bonfire at the stygian, silent night. despite the loud crackles of the bonfire and the rowdy drunk men around you, all you can hear and focus on is the freckled man three feet away from you.

he had a guitar resting on his lap, as he sat cross-legged on some logs you guys set up not too long ago. strumming whilst singing, smiling and stealing glances at you from time to time. you were singing along with the crew, but it felt as if it was just only the two of you under the full moon.

ace was currently singing 'marry you' in the most gentle and suave voice, accompanied by the soft strumming of his guitar. you rested your elbow on your knees and your chin on your palm, smiling softly as you mused at him. once you caught his eyes, you smiled even wider giving an 'ok' sign to assure him of how well he was doing. he fumbled up a little with the chords, but made it seem like an adlib. with the snickers from the group, you also threw your head back laughing; so in love with him.

you downed even more liquor and before you know it, it was only you and ace left outside before the bonfire. you were seated closer now, you two were seated facing each other on the sand beside the fire. you admired the giddy man before you, happily strumming on his guitar while smiling toothily at you. singing along with the brightest grin and eyes full of love in him and yours' own little world.

ace's heart thundered in his chest, incessantly screaming in his head to continue impressing you and playing for you, relentlessly reminding himself to not fuck up in front of the person he loves. although, he would gladly screw up if it would make you laugh. to see you giggle, snicker, or show any form of happiness before him, his heart just blooms with so much love. so much love he could only feel and foresee from you.

he finished his songs and stretched, leaning by his arms as it supported his torso from behind. yawning at the sky, he mumbled "maaaan that was tiring."

"you were so cool, ace!" you clapped, holding a bottle by your hands. eyes beaming with joy.

he faked a bow stance, making you smile even more. "since when did you play the guitar, hmm?" you poked at him.

"ever since i found someone i want to impress so badly." he retorted.

"oooooh," you said, fascinated. "tell it!"

he playfully clicked his tongue, pretending to think about it, "i don't think you'll be able to handle it, name." he teased, seeing a pout on your lips.

"teach me how to play then, i want to impress you!" you said. ace froze in his seat, blushing from head to toe.

confused, you broke the long silence, "hey..?" you poked.

"y-you want to impress me?" he pointed to himself, eyes wide.

"of course, dummy! i'd want to impress someone i admire so much," you smiled. ace felt the world stop for him. your words echoed in his head. your beauty bewitching his consciousness. your smile pinching at his heart and soul. your touch sending electricity across his hot skin.

"y-you a-admire me, name?"

"so very much! you're so amazing ace! and very attractive too! your eyes never lose their fire and anything you do seems so incredible! it's always bright wherever you are, wherever and whenever you smile i always wanna share those with you! why'd you think i begged pops to let me under your division? theres just something about you that makes me so-"

despite burning from head to toe, literally and figuratively. he gathered himself and asked you, "how drunk are you, name?"

"n-not really, i-i'm tipsy at the very least-"

"cool, 'cuz i will kiss you now."

"e-eh?!"

and in a swift second, moving his guitar to the side, he snaked an arm around your waist. he placed one of his hands at the small of your back and the other at the back of your head, crashing your lips together.

there were like fireworks exploding on your stomachs. your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, carding his gorgeous, wavy locks. after a few kisses and tongues, he pulled away with a grin. your foreheads sticking together. eyes glowing with endearment.

"i'm so very fuckin' in love with you too, cute stuff." he giggled, kissing your nose afterwards.

UWAAAA I MISS ACE 😩🔥

[eorzean-tale]

FFxivWrite2024 - Prompt #3: Tempest

"Not to put too fine a point on it, Captain, but you're an openly out Garlean these days, ain't you," Buckle argued as the Jack and Captain entered the mess. Sven looked like he wasn't really feeling this conversation, but Buckle was trailing him anyway, eager to make his case.

"Interesting," Cookie thought to themselves as the pair continued a conversation that, by the sound of it, had been going on for a while now. The diminutive cook had a nose for intrigue, and all they needed to know this was going to be worth their while was the tone of Buckle's voice. He was an amicable lad, so when he sought conflict like this, Cookie just couldn't help themselves. The pair hadn't noticed them yet, and they took advantage of their short stature by making sure they remained out of line of sight. How convenient these tables were, when they normally lamented that they weren’t made for someone their size.

"What is your point then, Howling?" Sven rumbled as the sound and smell of a man pouring a cup of coffee came to Cookie's senses. Unfortunately, the two of them were now out of their line of sight as well, and they didn’t dare peek. Or even breathe very deeply, for that matter. This was the most interesting thing that had happened on the trip so far. Cookie would rather asphyxiate than betray themselves and ruin it. 

“Using his real name,” they pondered. “A serious situation indeed.” 

"My point is, we can't just fly into Kugane unannounced and don't expect a shit ton of parchment work to be filled in, and then when they find out the ship is captained and main-engineered by two Garleans there will be even more parchment work, and before we know it, we'll be old and grey before we can go and find Trove and the others," Buckle said, his tone betraying his frustration. It had been a long trip for those among them who were worried for their missing comrades, but the Jack had been taking it harder than most.

"If you want to come with, you can just ask me to come with," Sven sighed, seeing through Buckle like he was made of glass, his feelings and motivations out for the whole world to know. “Kugane was never…” 

Buckle didn’t let him finish. “I know that, and I know you want to go and support Charlette and Cain and all the others, but you’re the Captain, Captain.” 

A pregnant silence bloomed as the two men sized each other up, staring into one another’s eyes as they tried to read one another. Peer into each other’s minds and motivations. Or so Cookie assumed. They still couldn’t see the Captain and Jack from their hiding place, after all.

Sven was never one to feel like ‘breaking first’ after such a battle of wills was a weakness, and today was no exception. He sighed, then broke the silence first. “You want me to stay on the ship.” 

“You have to. Crew’s been quite tolerant of everything so far, but they need you after all that. They need to know they matter as much as the Unsung.” Buckle’s tone was gentler now. He knew the mood of the ship as well as anyone. Only Cookie was better attuned, and the cook found themselves nodding along with the Roegadyn’s sentiment. But they also knew the captain, and mouthed along as he replied, knowing what he’d argue.

“We have Castaways down there as well, what about them?” 

Cookie could hear the smile in Buckle’s tone, as the Jack recognized he'd convinced the Captain. This was just the last leg of it. To ease the the other man’s own concerns and frustrations with the situation. “Well, that’s why you’re sending me, right? The trusted Jack. I can fly Cain and Charlette in with a cutter - much less hassle that way, and then you lot get the parchmentwork done and not give the locals more reason to be wary of us, aye? I’m not asking you to sit this one out entirely, Cap. Just… stay with the ship until we can actually anchor. They’ve been here this long without dying horrible. They can wait a few suns. Charlette will understand.” 

“Who died and made you this convincing,” the Captain sighed. He wasn’t happy, Cookie could hear it as clearly as the thunderous expression they imagined on his face would give it away. “Admit it, you just want to faf about down there without your captain breathing down your neck.” 

The two men laughed, and Cookie let out the breath they’d been holding. Crisis averted. Lame. Back to work it is.

[mistyfoxxy]

What does Dana think about huntlow or winter.

I think she supports it! Honestly from the beginning, even when we first met Willow, I believe she has been setting the two up from the start.

The crew teases us mercilessly with their ship “winter” as well as promo art of the two together. He’s a blushing mess around her, she’s a newly confident flirty girl.

The two of them are both “half” witches. Honestly such a cheesy thing because two halves make a whole. They fit each other, they both know what it’s like to have to prove themselves. (AND I HIGHLY RECOMMEND LOOKING AT @loosescrewslefty 's posts about flowers! Check their archive, its sooooo good. [i think its theirs? ill be so embarressed if not])

Losing someone they care about (Hunter's 'family he lost from wild magic') (Willow lost her best friend) and then they were thrown into a world that they had to strive to be something THEY'RE NOT. They both believed they were powerless witches. Willow because of her late blooming and problem with a track that she wasn't good at. Hunter because he grew up his whole life told he was powerless. Directly and indirectly im sure.

Luz impacted and helped shape both of them. Gus is very important to both of them. Amity, while they still have work to do in that relationship, it's there.

I believe they both have crushes on eachother, like if Hunter hadn’t revealed himself as the Golden Guard and betrayed the Emerald Entrails that day, she’d have had it just as bad as him. Probably more? She was betrayed by her best friend when she was little, and they had just started becoming friends again thanks to Luz, and THIS was the guy Luz had more than likely WARNED them about. She couldn’t let herself be fooled again.

THINK ABOUT IT. They’ve been paralleling the two of them to Caleb and Evelyn this whooole time. Like I’m sureeee after Caleb and Evelyn met, sometime during that day they were interrupted and she found out who he REALLY WAS. A witch hunter? Like i'd feel betrayed. Imagine if she had also introduced him to her friends, upon hearing that news she'd have probably felt very guilty for falling for this "human's" charm and putting her friends and family in danger. I’m sure she threw up her guard too but was swayed whenever she saw who he reallly was. Not who Belos/Philip wanted him to be. He changed for the better because he met people/witches that showed him magic wasn’t all that bad and these were literally people just like them. Maybe not human, but of course they weren't that different aside of magic.

Its gonna be canon guys. Im sure of it.

[everythingateez]

Sparks and Serendipity

in a world where you and mingi could never be together, you create one where you can.

warnings: accidents, broken leg, hospital, self-sacrifice, overworked, paralell universes, shifting, evil, darkness, supernatural, fighting, war, battle, enemies, unforbidden love, mv shoot, bouncy, yearning

pairing: mingi x staff!y/n

notes: artwork by Shilozart (DeviantArt). hope you enjoy our first fanfic ;)

You never imagined that a chance encounter would lead to this whirlwind of emotions. There you were, standing amidst the chaos of ATEEZ's music video shoot for their electrifying track "Bouncy." With cameras flashing, lights dancing, and the echoes of laughter filling the air, you found yourself drawn to the enigmatic rapper Mingi, like two opposing forces yearning to collide.

You and Mingi were no strangers to heated exchanges, your interactions laced with playful banter and undeniable tension. Whether it was during variety shows, backstage moments, or even casual meetings, your dynamic was always a spectacle for fans and the members of ATEEZ. It seemed like destiny had a wicked sense of humor, entwining your paths together at the most opportune time.

As the music video shoot progressed, your presence sparked a newfound curiosity within Mingi. You reveled in the way his eyes lingered on you, filled with an intensity that spoke volumes. He couldn't resist the challenge you presented, and you relished in pushing his buttons, igniting a fire that burned deep within your souls.

The chemistry between you and Mingi was undeniable, a magnetism that pulled you together. Each stolen glance and heated exchange sent shivers down your spine, stirring emotions you had long kept hidden. But with the chaos of the music video shoot and the scrutinizing eyes of the other members, you both knew that giving in to your desires would come with a price.

Yet, fate had other plans in store for you. In the midst of a daring scene, where Mingi was to jump from a towering platform, disaster struck. As he leaped into the air, his body twisted, causing him to lose balance. Time slowed to a crawl as panic set in. Without hesitation, you threw yourself towards him, breaking his fall and absorbing the impact.

The hushed silence that followed was shattered by the collective gasps of the crew and the anguished cries of the other members. Mingi cradled you in his arms, a mix of relief and terror etched on his face. Your sacrifice had saved him, but at what cost?

As days turned into weeks, you found yourself lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by worry and remorse. The accident had left you with a fractured leg and a battered body, your spirit weighed down by the burden of your actions. It seemed that even the greatest moments of bravery could come at a high price.

It was during this time that Mingi realized the depths of his feelings for you, his heart throbbing with regret and longing. He refused to let the consequences of his actions define your story. Day after day, he stayed by your side, tenderly nursing your wounds and whispering words of solace. His love radiated, mending the broken pieces of your soul.

Just as hope began to bloom within your hearts, fate revealed its twist. The accident had stirred something within you, awakening dormant powers you never knew existed. It turned out you were a descendant of a long-lost lineage of supernatural beings, blessed with extraordinary abilities.

In a whirlwind of magic and danger, you found yourselves on a quest to protect those you held dear. Mingi stood beside you, his unwavering support acting as your shield against the looming darkness. With the other members of ATEEZ lending their strengths, together you faced adversaries that threatened to tear apart your newfound love and the world you held dear.

Through the trials and tribulations that fate hurled your way, you and Mingi learned the true meaning of sacrifice, bravery, and the strength that lies within love. As the final battle unfolded, your powers intertwined, merging as one unstoppable force. In that moment, you defeated the darkness, ensuring a brighter future for both your worlds.

The twist ending revealed that the entire adventure had been a shared dream, a glimpse into a parallel universe where you and Mingi were bound by destiny. As you woke up in your respective lives, the memories of your extraordinary journey lingered, forever etched in your hearts.

And so, the embers of your love continued to burn, a tale of passion and resilience, forever entwined in the fabric of time.

[firestar-fr]

Drabble: The Warrior’s Guild

Dragons in this story: - Crisis - Loki - Technically the rest of these too

Characters in this story are Anthro

Crisis walked up to the top of the hill outside the Hewn City, observing the large fields around them as he did. It was at the edge of the clan territory, watching over the Emperor’s Wake in the distance. It was a warm afternoon, and the breeze coming in from the Sea of a Thousand Currents was nice and cooling in the sun. Crisis wasn’t wearing his armor today, but rather a brown cotton jacket, nothing underneath. His chest scars were on full display, both the battle scars, and the surgical ones. He wasn’t alone either, the clan’s warriors all following him up there. He stopped at the top, his mane flowing in the wind. “This is where I shall plant the foundations of our new purpose.” He spoke to his clanmates. The Shade that once had tried and failed to claim him was flowing along his wings and neck. He drew his sword, plunging it into the soil. “From this day forward, we shall not only pursue justice, but also aim to raise the future warriors of these lands. Teach them to be better than the warmongering warriors of the past!” The clan cheered to his declaration, the warriors all raising their fists in support. He took a deep breath, pulling the blade up again. He pulled a seed from a pouch, dropping it into the hole. “Let this tree be our symbol. A sign of unity, and of home.” He closed the hole with his tail. “Now lend me your magic, and give the seed what it needs to grow.” Every warrior put their hands on the ground, channeling their powers into it. Seconds later, a cherry blossom tree sprouted up from the soil, the trunk growing thick and solid, branches unfurling and going into bloom. Crisis turned around, facing the tree. “It is done. Call the Construction Crew. This shall be the centerpiece of the Guild Hall, and the Dojo.”

Crisis was sitting under the Cherry Blossom Tree in the atrium garden of the Clan Hall, meditating. A year had passed since the founding of the guild, and they had taken in quite a few aspiring dragons hoping to become warriors. He sensed someone walk in, remaining in his pose as his eyes remained closed. “Ah, Loki.” He spoke. “Settling in well, I hope?” The young skydancer had recently been taken into the dojo. He had been found wandering the lands aimlessly, picking fights needlessly. The metallic obsidian skydancer stopped before him. He didn’t respond. Crisis sighed. “Troubled, are we?” He had a concerned tone. “This is a Warrior’s Dojo, is it not?” Loki asked. His tone was rather impatient. “That is true.” Crisis opened his eyes now. The radiant gold iris was surrounded by a black sclera, tiny tendrils of Shade making them almost seem like a sun. His gaze shifted to the skydancer before him. Loki shook his head. “Then why don’t I get any sword practice?” He crossed his arms. “No duels or anything. Just lessons about meditation, gardening, medicine?!” “Tell me.” Crisis stood up. He was looming over the Skydancer quite a bit. “What does it mean to be a warrior to you?” “It means to fight with superior skill and might!” Loki bragged. “To win at all costs!” Crisis sighed. “Then show me this skill.” Loki gleamed at this. Didn’t have to ask him twice. He reached for his blade, drawing it. The sound of metal clashing with metal rang out, once. Loki’s blade went soaring through the air, landing behind Crisis, who was sheathing his own blade again. Loki was stunned, knocked on his back and with a cut across his left cheek. “W-what?! I didn’t even see that!” “Because you lack discipline.” Crisis stretched. “Your form is sloppy, your resolve weak. You lack focus, and you absolutely lack understanding.” He knocked the tree with his tail, catching the single twig that came falling down. “To be a warrior is more than just about fighting. It’s about protecting life.” He offered the twig to Loki. Loki blinked, a bit unsure. “B-but...” “You wish to be a warrior?” Crisis remained calm. “Then be prepared to learn the way of the warrior, the way my guild is willing to teach it.” The skydancer took the twig, studying it. “Plant that where you see it fit to be. Nurture it. Let it grow.” Crisis explained. “A warrior who cannot nurture life, should not be allowed to take one either.” Loki nodded, listening now. “But, where.” “Wherever you see fit.” Crisis had a tendril of Shade recover Loki’s blade. “Most plant theirs where they will eventually call home, so they have something familiar to return to.” Loki sheathed his blade too, drying the blood off his cheek. “I. Understand.” He bowed, before heading out. “Thank you, Master Crisis.” Crisis settled back down, starting to meditate again. He could sense the sapling get planted not far from the guild hall, and he knew he had made the right choice. Because just a few years later, it would grow to be a great tree, and Loki would become a formidable and honorable warrior within the guild.

[wafflesinthe504]

Bringing in the New Year

@flufftober

Fluff Monthly prompt: January

Rating: T

Warnings: there is a bar fight between two random npc

Fandom: Leverage

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“3…2…1! Happy New Year!” Harry yells along with the rest of the crew and French Quarter. Fireworks ring out and light up the night sky in an array of colors. A bittersweet smile blooms over Harry’s face as catches he Hardison and Parker along with many other couples kiss to bring in the New Year. He can’t help but think about how just a year ago he would have spent this moment with his wife, cherishing a kiss.

Harry is knocked out of his reverie as he stares at the firework show when Sophie nudges  his side offering him a beer, one of many from tonight.

“Thanks,” Harry says as he accepts the beer. “ I thought I list you there for a moment.”

Even though the team had all gone out together for New Year’s Eve to help support one of Eliot’s friends arcade bar they ended up breaking into groups as the night went on with a plan to meet up at the car around two am. Eliot had gone to help his friend deal with customers while Parker and Hardison had gone to the back of the bar to play the arcade games that were lined up. For a while Breanna had gone over to the arcade as well but the last time Harry saw her, she was sitting at the bar watching the numerous New Year’s Eve celebrations happening around the world.

 Harry was almost roped into helping out behind the bar as well but Sophie had stolen him away to join her in listening to the jazz band playing outside the bar.

“I ran into Breanna, who by the way is pretty hammered. She started talking about all the things she already wants to do this year and then she went on some side tangent about CES and Comic-Con and whatever else she could think of.”

“Sounds like it was quite the conversation.” Harry says amused.

“Oh, trust me it was. The only reason why I’m here now is because Breanna got distracted by a pretty woman who overheard her talking about some Disney cartoon and they ended up chatting away like I wasn’t even there.”

“I think the show must have been Owl House. She’s talked to me about it quite a bit recently. My daughter has talked to me about in- depth. Something tells me they might get along very well if they ever got the chance to meet.”

“How is your daughter by the way? Have you wished her a Happy New Year yet?”

“She’s doing good. Doing the best she can school wise and even managed to score an internship. Her and her mom decided to go visit New York for New Years so I called them both about an hour ago. They’re both doing well and seemed to be having fun so I tried not to keep them too long.”

“And how are you doing Harry? Are you having fun?”

“Y’know what I actually am having fun. Certainly, more than I thought I was going to have tonight. I won’t lie though it’s a little bit weird spending tonight with my family. But what about you Sophie are you having a good time?”

“As you know this isn’t usually my type of scene, but I am having an excellent time. Breanna was right great food and music along with a firework show does make for a great party.” Sophie pauses, taking a swig of her drink before continuing on. “If I’m being honest after Nate died I didn’t think the holidays would hold the same magic but, I’m glad that I’m wrong. I miss and I always will but being surrounded by family helps.”

A loud crash followed by yelling comes from inside the bar.

“Well, most of the time that is. Come on.” Sophie sighs.

Harry lets himself be pulled along by Sophie until they are inside the bar. Once they get inside the bar the yelling begins to intensify. A quick survey of the room brings in to focus the large crowd gathered in the center of the room. Harry catches a few glimpses of people in the center of drunkenly fighting. He winces and steps back when a chair is thrown across the room.

“Well, I guess that’s one wat to start the New Year.” Harry chuckles.

Harry and Sophie make their way towards the crowd, shoving their way into the inner circle. Inside the circle Harry is able to clearly see Eliot in-between the two drunken patrons who are still brawling. Eliot is trying to pull the guys off of each other, butt Harry can see that he’s struggling. Harry figures its because he doesn’t want to risk hurting either of the guys or the other nearby patrons. He’s about to go help Eliot when he sees Hardison manage his way to the center and help him by grabbing the other brawler and hauling him into a nearby seat. Even though Hardison’s guy goes pretty easily Eliot’s guy tries to wriggle his way out of Eliot’s grasp. Eliot ends up wrapping his arms around the drunken fighter’s arms and waist to keep him from flailing around.

“Alright, that’s it party’s over everyone. You ain’t got to go home but you can’t stay here.” Eliot yells as he continues to struggle with his guy.

Harry flinches when Parker pops up between him and Sophie.

“You guys might want to get out of here asap. Hardison set the sprinkler system to go off in a few minutes as a contingency if the fight continued or another fight broke out. Which means everything’s about to get wet and not the fun kind.” Parker says.

“But they were able to get it under control. It’s done.” Harry says.

“Yeah, and so is Hardison’s phone. It got knocked of his pocket and stepped on when he went to help Eliot.” Parker holds up Hardison’s phone showcasing a completely cracked screen. “As you can se its not really taking input right now. So we should really get going unless you two want to get drenched by the very expensive fire system Eliot had installed in this place.”

Harry follows Sophie and Parker out of the building when Sophies stops abruptly in front of him.

“Wait where’s Breanna?” Sophie asks.

“Oh, I made sure she got out once the fire started. She’s in the truck. I’ll be surprised if she isn’t passed out already. She cannot hold her alcohol, but she didn’t look pukey so I’ll take that as a win.”

When Harry, Sophie and Parker make it back to the truck Parker gets in the driver seat with Sophie climbing into the passenger seat and Harry going to the back. As soon as he opens the entrance to the back  he’s greeted by Breanna passed out in her seat. Harry chuckles and shakes his head. He grabs a blanket and drapes it over her before slipping into a seat of his own.

For a few moments the truck is quiet save the ambient noises that leak in from outside.

Harry is beginning to drift asleep when Sophie pokes her head into the back.

“Hey, we’re going to head back to HQ without Eliot and Hardison. They said they were going to help Eliot’s friend clean up and close up for the night. We’ll probably see them in the morning.”

“Alright, thanks for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome. Get some rest. Looks like the traffic is pretty bad might take us a while to get back.”

As it turns out Sophie isn’t wrong about the traffic. By the time they get back to HQ its nearly three am.

Harry drags himself out of the truck still bleary eyed from the nap he took. He can tell the others are just as exhausted as him as they stumble over their feet and barely miss hitting the door as they walk in.

Harry says good night to Parker and Breanna as they make their way to the respective bedrooms. For a spilt second Harry considers calling a lyft to take him home, but decides against it when all of the words on his phone looks like a blurry mess and the amount of traffic still on the road. Instead he grabs a spare blanket from the closet before heading to the couch when he sees Sophie has already beat him to it. Harry laughs to himself as he plops down on the armchair kicking his legs up on an ottoman.

As Harry fell asleep he felt an appreciation for the past year and excited anticipation for the year ahead. 

[petrifiedcrange]

Izzy got caught in the side during their last raid — not a big deal. As it turned out later, the cut required stitches but wasn't very deep and didn't seem to damage anything so Izzy clenched his teeth and rushed right back into the very thick of the fight, just in time to kill some bugger who'd tried to have the drop on Blackbeard because some other fucker managed to slam something heavy into his bad knee, distracting him, and then, after the fight died down, saw to it that the whole crew came back to the ship, the injured were tended to, the loot deposited safe down in the hold and Edward laid up in his quarters with his knee supported and a hearty dose of laundanum in reach for the pain. And then, Izzy went down to his own cabin and had a look at the wound in his side, quickly stitched and bandaged it, and went back up to deck because there was work to be done, ignoring the pain still radiating from his side.

He'd pushed through another three days, despite the fact that the pain didn't seem to abate in the slightest until it became to sort of... go numb, which Izzy knew to be not a good sign, but their ship was damaged in the raid so there were minor repairs to be overseen, which had to be done as soon as possible so they could move on, not to mention the matter of appraising loot and other regular duties of the first mate to be fulfilled.

On the third night, he started to feel feverish but that was also the night Edward's bad knee, now also fucked up in the raid, flared up and he ended up spending the majority of it by his side, massaging his knee and humming lullabies and other melodies that came to mind in hope it would soothe Ed enough that he'd be able to have some rest. Returning to his own little cabin in the wee hours of the morning, Izzy examined the wound, noting with a lack of concern that should have worried him if he wasn't so bloody tired that it did, indeed, get infected, cleaned it as best as he could, applied fresh bandages and fell into uneasy sleep for about an hour or so, which, upon waking, actually made him feel even more wrung out.

But the last straw to his endurance came unexpectedly when he emerged from below deck ( even though wearing black leather under Carribean sun wasn't particularly comfortable on a regular day, and add to that the fact that he was already overheated from the fever... he felt like hell, literally more than metaphorically ) with a cup of coffee, eternally gratefully they had some of that stuff left, to greet the day and make sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to be doing only to overhear one of the strong guys they picked from the raided crew so the repairs would be done quicker and easier trash talk Edward and say some other things... Izzy knew a mutiny in the making when he heard one – after all, he was at Edward's side when he led the mutiny against their previous cap... Izzy couldn't even bring himself to call him that, Hornigold – so, without much preamble, he killed the man right there on the deck, making sure everyone knew just why the fucker was run through by their first mate's sword... and right when he was pulling the sword out, Izzy felt wet warmth suddenly bloom beneath his shirt and half-numb pain spike sluggishly and knew that he must have torn the stitches, reopened the wound.

It was worth it, though, he thought even as his vision blurred and darkened around the edges, as the sword fell from his suddenly clumsy fingers ( and that was the most concerning sign of how poorly he felt of all, because Israel Hands would never let his sword touch the deck, he cared about it too much ), as the deck tilted in his mind and he swayed, barely catching himself on the rail to stop himself from going overboard, his other hand coming up to lay against the wound but barely applying any pressure, as his ears rang and he felt like he might throw up but then a voice addressed him – the voice he would recognise as Edward's even at death's door, even though he couldn't decipher the words spoken – and he started turning towards his captain to ask him to repeat what he said, to explain what happened, why he killed that bastard, but the moment he opened his mouth to speak and let go of the rail to turn fully towards his captain, his vision darkened out and consciousness finally fled.

[ OPEN for Ed, set about a year or two after the mutiny, so they already settled into their new life but Edward is still far from being bored of how things are going ]

[sorte-de-vida]

@inionnarequiem sent: Setting 040- on a rocky cliffside by the sea (for the historical prompts); - Let's see these two knuckleheads catfight lol

It's impossible not to notice the flaming red locks of the woman he sought . This is one of few times that his landing for a woman was not for kind measures, though surely it would bring him immense pleasure. He feels as if he can read her mind, what she believes to be the situation. Spanish flag, Spanish ship, João; whom she likely believes to be Antonio. The hat helps him in this scenario, from a distance he knows that he and Antonio are hard to distinguish, though rather than the reds Antonio tended to cloth himself in, he himself wore tones of blues and greens, or perhaps even black on occasion. Today, it was black, black as the pestilence across the wretched land and his burning hatred for this woman who had caught his husband's eye, his husband's affection.

There are some things João simply cannot abide by.

Even from here he can see the smile that blooms on her face, and while she is at a distance even he cannot deny that she appeared lovely, but not even beauty could stave off his anger. Besides, she was rebelling against Arthur as well, hadn't she been? Though he might not be able to support Arthur from within his marriage, there were other forms of support.

He would meet her on that rocky cliff, and she would be too dull to realize that he was not Antonio until it was too late. João was always most effective at close quarters, with two blades in hand, a man of swiftness above all else. His dexterity with the blades were a stark contrast to Antonio's axe, slower but with distance.

He smiles like death up at her, and foolishly she smiles back.

There's no doubt in his mind she would wait there as he disappears into the sea of bodies along the dock, and he lets the crew deal with the unloading. After all, he might be a sailor, but he was no common worker. As he climbs the path, his mind drifts not only through what he will say and do once he reaches her at the top, but also what his dear Arthur has said.

Savage, uncivilized, hussy… Certainly he can agree with the last point, this women has been cozying up to his husband after all. He doesn't know exactly how long, but Antonio simply couldn't help himself but to brag— nor did he care enough to even worry if João had overheard.

In fact, João is almost 95% sure that he actually intended for him to hear. The two of them certainly had habits of trying to rile the other up, to spark the others wild (and often violent) jealousy. Plus, its clear he doesn't care much for the woman, just another pawn in his greater scheme to be a thorn in the Englishman's side.

Before he knows it, he's at the apex of the cliff, the ginger locked woman so close. In his minds eye he envisions grabbing her by those flaming long strands and hurling her from the cliffs, to stand above and watch as she plummets into the dark and unforgiving ocean, slammed against that rocky cliff…

But he refrains for now. No, he wanted to see what this woman was truly about. He wants to see her mettle. It took either a fool, or someone exceptionally iron willed to cross Arthur— sometimes a healthy mix of the two. He can tell that now, this close, that she has realized that he is not the man that she anticipated.

"Ah, so good to finally meet the… Woman that we have aligned ourselves with." The word woman is practically spat out, as if he considers her to be less than a woman in spite of what he says. His words curl around the words similarly to Antonio's, but there's a certain distinction. Where Antonio lisps, João's is more of a shushing noise, his tone lazy and drawn out in contrast to Antonio's rapid speech. Regardless of his words, it's clear by every other aspect of him that he is not at all happy to be here, from the set of his tense shoulders, the blazing of his hazel eyes, and most importantly, the hand that rests on the hilt of his blade.

[pocket-sized-love]

I'm sending this request for advice in for a friend, as he's too proud to ask himself. See I got this buddy, Pikachu, we call him Cap, he's my partner and a real tough one, probably the toughest Pokemon I've ever met honestly. Anyway, recently he's caught feelings for a member of our crew, artist guy we picked up a while ago. He's a nice enough guy and of course I support my buddy, the problem comes from the fact that is guy is... Well, he's super dense.

Cap's tried everything he can think of to let this guy know how he feels, other than directly saying it of course. Taken him on dates, shown off in battles, treated him all sweet and special, been the most chivalrous gentlemanly type he can be. To me and pretty much the entire rest of the crew it's obvious how Cap feels about this guy, but he really doesn't seem to be getting it. At this point you'd think he's ignoring it on purpose but no, he really is just that dense.

Any advice would be helpful. Feel free to even just tell him to be Direct with his Feelings. He'll probably just ignore that but at least then you can join the rest of the Crew in the "Told you So" boat when he finally does and it works

-Rising Volt Co-Cap ⚡

Ehehe, wonder what it is with these asks lately that involve dense humans? xD Goodness.

Well, unfortunately, you're right. Cap absolutely should just be direct with him. I'm unsure if he's being stubborn, if he's afraid of rejection, or honestly can't fathom how to put into words how he feels, but either Cap has to have someone help him say something or bite his tongue and move on. It seems this ~ dense ~ artist you picked up is not going to understand anything other than a direct approach.

It also makes me wonder if maybe your artist is dense not because he's oblivious in a general sense, but because the thought of human x pokemon relationships has absolutely never occurred him in any way so he can never see any of Cap's gestures as romantic.

If that's possibly the case, maybe if you want, you could have someone point out the possibilities in a general sense and see if that helps Cap with his next grand gesture!

Regardless, PLEASE let me know what happens, I love a good case of stubbornness and dense-ness when it comes to a relationship attempting to bloom. Best of luck to you Cap! And to the rest of the Crew! <3

[puffybee-dreams]

Boy's Night

Gotta love being in denial amirite boys? Absbsbsbsb First PoeHaitham fIc WAHOO

When Poe entered Lambad’s Tavern and caught sight of the motley crew seated at the wooden table in the corner, she almost denied the fact that they were the ones who invited her. But once she sat down, beckoned over by the blonde at the table she felt undeniably welcomed among the group. It reminded her of when she would go on “quests” in her youth with Diluc and Kaeya. The three often pretended to be Favonian Knights like they saw in the city, rescuing each other from unseen dangers in the fields of Springvale.

Those joyful days seemed so distant to her now.

“Poe? Are you listening? It's your turn.”

“Huh? Oh. Sorry.”

The quintet had been playing a low stakes card game for the past 30 minutes or so and to this point Cyno had been demolishing them all. That is, until Poe drew a card from the deck in the middle of the table and grinned.

“Well boys, I think that's game~”

She laid her hand on the table revealing the winning cards and awarding herself with groans of frustration from Tighnari and Kaveh. The wide smirk on her face was quickly wiped away as she felt a firm hand ruffle her hair.

“Good job.”

They were but two simple words but coming from a man such as AlHaitham? Poe could feel her chest swell with pride. She beamed at him before taking another sip of her drink. She then pushed her chair away from the table.

“I'll be back shortly. Heading to the little Anemo users room.”

Cyno let out a snort at her small comment before beginning to shuffle the deck of cards. The second Poe was clearly out of earshot, everyone's attention turned to the scribe currently sipping his beverage.

Kaveh was the first to break the silence.

“Care to explain what that was?”

The quirk of a smokey eyebrow was the only response the architect received. A frown appeared on Kaveh’s face at AlHaitham’s lack of reaction.

“C’mon! I'm not the only one who noticed right?”

Tighnari’s smooth voice interjected in the conversation. “Oh no we all noticed. I think you're the only one perturbed by it.”

Kaveh suddenly looked incensed. “You can't be serious right now!?”

AlHaitham sighed. “Lower your voice. You'll make a scene.”

Like a petulant child, Kaveh folded his arms across his chest. AlHaitham was silently relieved the topic was dropped only to be proven wrong by Cyno speaking up.

“You have to admit… It is rather odd though.”

AlHaitham let out a sigh before turning to look at the Matra idly shuffling the deck of cards.

“What is?”

“That it seems even roses can bloom in a desert.”

Tighnari scoffed. “If that was another attempt at humor please remember Sumeru is known for its wild roses.”

Cyno only looked down to hide the smirk on his face.

“True. But where AlHaitham is concerned feelings have never a-rose.”

Ear folded flat against his head, Tighnari’s face quickly created an expression of disgust. “There it is.”

Kaveh, however, suddenly seemed pleased to have some support on the matter.

“Precisely! So spit it out! Why are you being so nice to Poe?”

Another sigh left the scribe's lungs. “Kaveh you act as though I'm a cruel person.”

“YOU LOCKED ME OUT IN THE RAIN!”

“You needed a lesson in remembering to bring your keys with you.”

“I had to climb in through a window!!!”

“And I was the one who cracked the window.”

The blonde haired man clutched his head and let out a long groan. Tighnari took the opportunity and looked over at AlHaitham, curiosity clear on his face.

“Even I'm a bit curious though. At what point were you going to tell us?”

AlHaitham silently began reconsidering his choice of ‘friends’ before replying. “About what?”

“About your feelings. I, for one, support you. If she feels similarly I see no reason for you to not pursue your interest.”

“There are no feelings. She and I interact regularly because of our shared field of study. That's all.”

“You invited her to come tonight.” Cyno chimed in.

Kaveh nodded eagerly, finally having recovered from the psychic damage the scribe so willing inflicted upon him.

“Let's use your beloved logic against you, shall we?”

AlHaitham simply stared at his roommate blankly, waiting for him to spout whatever nonsense he needed to get off his chest.

“First, you start staying at the Akademiya later than usual. At first there's no reason to assume it was anything more than you getting lost in some thought but then I happened to catch you walking away from Avidya forest. I try to justify it but then- THEN I come home and there she is. A “colleague” as you introduced her. So why did you, the most reclusive man I have ever known, invite her over to our home?”

AlHaitham was utterly unfazed by Kaveh’s emphatic accusations. “Are you upset that I did so without your permission?”

“That has nothing to do with it and you know it!” The look on poor Kaveh’s face proved how desperate he was to cling to his sanity. Tighnari, taking pity on the poor man, spoke once more.

“I think Kaveh is trying to point out the fact that you seem to go out of your way to include her in your daily comings and goings.”

“Who? Does AlHaitham have a little crush on someone?”

A sudden feminine voice chiming into the conversation caused the three conversing males to suddenly clam up. Poe once again took her seat between AlHaitham and Tighnari before smirking at the scribe.

“You could tell me who it is. I'll put in a good word for you.”

“I have no ‘crush’ on anyone. These three are simply trying to make a mockery of me.”

Poe chuckled, turning back to the table as Cyno began dealing cards to everyone again.

“As any good group of friends would~ My friends and I would banter back and forth all the time back home.”

A sudden, bitter taste rose in AlHaitham's throat. Ah yes. Her so-called “friends” she was dearly fond of. He couldn't place the source of the sour feeling surrounding the man he'd likely never meet but as far as the scribe was concerned it was best left alone. Feelings made people vulnerable and illogical, two things he was above being. His grandmother had raised him to be kind to women. That was the single reason he was so charitable in regards to Poe.

Anything else…. He'd rather not think over to any great extent, lest he prove his own theories faulty.

[pinespittinink]

Hot chocolate squishmallow and handwritten poems

handwritten poems answered here!

hot chocolate squishmallow: do you include food in your writing? do you have a preferred beverage you gravitate toward while working?

i LOVE to include food in my writing and i always wish i did it more--I'm going to make a point of it to include it more in In the Deep of the Trees, but it's peppered throughout TGGT too--i feel food always adds a lived in texture and flavor (heh) to a setting and i just love it as a sensory and detail obsessed person.

when it comes to drinks i like, i gravitate toward bubbly things. i'm tryin to cut back on sodas (usually ginger ale), but i'll drink peach nectarine redbulls, and this fun concoction at my local coffee shop called a johnny-ade which i have on the table to my right currently (pomegranate lime flavored)

🍇 ask game 🍇

i'm including my favorite foodie scene from TGGT here because i have no self-control.

“I thought the show went marvelously,” Travis says over Seonghwa’s shoulder, and Christina scoffs. 

“That’s because you’re never behind the curtain,” she replies. “You only see what we let the audience see; not all the goddamn mishaps occurring in the wings.”

“Like my shirt,” Seonghwa contributes, stretching forward to reach over my lap and help himself to an orange. 

“Did it tear again?” Christina says, slapping his receding wrist noncommittally before forcing a canape at my chest that I accept quickly with my empty hand. “Your quick changes are hardly the worst of it, but Cora would sing for the extra help. You’re sure he’s a seamster?”

I cough through a bite of horseradish and puff pastry. “I assure you I am.”

Christina raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow, a slim dark arch climbing up through her makeup in more of that preening analysis. 

“You can take my word for it; I’ve seen his portfolio.” My mouth twitches in a bemused half-smile that Marian has always told me looks more like a wince, grateful if still unused to Travis’s seemingly boundless and unwarranted support. Seonghwa sucks the orange segment free from its peel with his teeth, a feat managed with less mess than seems appropriately possible, his sparkling eyes drifting carelessly around the movement of the room. 

“You’re a designer?” Christina says, lowering her head toward mine enough that her hair brushes my ear for a moment, acerbic voice sharpened to be heard under the ruckus. “Do you have your portfolio then? Have you designed costumes before?”

“I’ve designed for shows, but not theater,” I say, fighting to keep conversation as Travis licks honey off Seonghwa’s fingers. “I have an appointment with the departments in Lisa Rollins tomorrow.”

“I used to have a dress from Lisa Rollins,” Christina says, a nearly comical dourness blooming over her face, pointing her dark lips into a nostalgic pout. “One of my boyfriends got it for me a few years ago. But I tore the whole thing from knee to hip at Squid’s one night—beads everywhere, silk ripped up to my panties.” 

“Which boyfriend was that?” Seonghwa asks contentedly. “Number five or fifteen?”

“Better twenty-five or thirty than the kind of nonsense Pina and Pranav volley back and forth every three weeks,” Christina snipes at him, whacking Seonghwa’s wrist when he reaches for another orange. He smiles at her, laying a hand back over his heart, and I notice the pile of rinds he’s been discarding neatly on the carpet near his feet for some crew of fairies to pick up later.

[erodasfishtacos]

i just know hslotrry got the best sex of his life after whoring himself out at coachella in front of his wife

After The Show

prompt: this ask legit just inspired this whole one shot. Harry at Coachella and the what happened after the show.

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni

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Harry was delaying getting in his jumpsuit, he keeps bugging YN to make sure his hair looks just the right amount of messy, if he should shave his stubble, or if he should wear the white or black boots.

He whines like a baby when YN leaves him to decide on shoes by himself so that she can get a water for him.

“You need to breathe. Your vocals are going to be shot if you don’t get it under control,” YN hums calmly when she returns- making him take a few sips before taking his face between her hands and giving him a firm look.

“M’nervous, baby,” Harry groans, leaning into her palms before stealing a soft kiss, “S’freaking me the fuck out.”

“You’ve performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people,” She reminds him as she begins to help him out of his street clothes to prepare for shimmying into the sparkly outfit.

“I was with the boys, it was different. Not everyone was just lookin’ and listening to me,” He tries to argue, it’s just…he’s so clingy and YN really shouldn’t love it as much she does.

He’s always been so attached to her.

“Don’t act like the second you get on stage you don’t turn into a sleazy, fame-hungry popstar,” YN teases as she tugs up his tiny underwear that was falling down his hips that leave little to the imagination, a change from his usual briefs.

“I’m only sleazy for you,” Harry smiles cheekily, his hands starting to wander lower than her waist - big palm sneaking down to give her bum a good feel.

“Oh, you’re more than sleazy when it comes to that,” She smirks, biting at the inner corner of her mouth as he processes the words.

They both know what she’s referring to.

- last night -

“Baby, baby. C’mon, got-gotta let me come,” Harry begs in a higher pitch than his normal bravado, he was so desperate for it.

“I don’t have to do anything, bunny. Think we both know who’s in charge,” She giggles girlishly as she continues to stroke him with a sluggish, nonrushed hand, not enough friction and when he pushes his hips forward to get it - she pinches his hip, hard enough that it leaves tiny bruises near his ferns.

They didn’t have time for this teasing.

He was due to soundcheck in less than two minutes.

A group of hundreds of crew plus his band and tour team were expecting him any moment on stage but he’s too weak for his wife and so he’s pressed up against the wall in a small, dark hallway begging for her to do something.

“You’re being cruel,” Harry accuses in a breathy tone after yet another sting when he thrust his hips into her grip.

“Mmm,” She hums noncommittally, her face soft and relax with the slightest edge of mischievousness, “I’m sorry you married such an awful woman, Hmm?”

Harry’s too sweet for his own good, bumping his nose against hers, “Never said that. Best wife, make me feel like m’on fire. Only you can do this to me.”

Nobody says anything because they already know when Harry appears five minutes later than planned with blush from his chest to his cheeks as well as a blooming red mark under his jaw.

-

“S’it wrong that I love my wife?” He huffs with an exaggerated pout, pressing his center against her to show his interest in the conversation.

“You’re getting yourself turned on already, save that for the show,” YN scolds playfully, digging her thumb into his hip where she knows it’s sore from the purplish bruises she’d left there the day before.

He rewards her with a pained squeak but he never shys away from the feeling, it spirals into a delightful pleasure after a moment.

Harry Lambert steps into the room without a knock and like clockwork, the popstar gets a sour look on his face at being interrupted.

After he’s helped into his sequined one-piece outfit, it’s nearing stage time, and the crew is starting to surround Harry to get him ready.

YN has to go slip into her outfit for the show, she was excited because she hadn’t let her husband see it despite his pleas to.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do amazing,” YN whispers against his lips, hand squeezing his solid bicep.

“You’ll stand where I’ll be able to see you, yeah?” He asks nervously, fingers coming to fiddle with her wedding band.

She was going to be in a small vip at the front of the stage, right next to the fans. Not off to the side of the stage like usual, not until the end.

“Right up front, I promise,” She assures him, bringing his hand up to kiss his palm, “Know you’ll be a rockstar up there, it’s going to get me so wet for after the show.”

Harry’s anxious expression turns into something more stormy, determined because that was now his goal - to perform well enough to make his wife soak through her cute little outfit.

-

It was colder than expected for California in April, most people had jackets on, and YN had an ankle-length black gucci leather jacket on that disguised her outfit - she had a plan.

Just like how she knew Harry was going to remove his big, feathery black coat to reveal what was underneath - well she was gonna steal that idea for herself.

The set starts absolutely amazing, as soon as he runs down the stairs to begin As It Was, his eyes are searching the crowd for her and it makes her heart leap.

That with the upwards of a hundred thousand people there, that he was still focused on making sure that his person was on the crowd.

As soon as their eyes connect, he gives her a smile before sticking out his tongue and shimmying his hips a bit to signify that he sees her.

YN blows him a kiss before beginning to dance along with Jeff, Kid Harpoon, James, among other friends that were there to support him.

YN gets overheated fast, from the dancing and being in close proximity to so many people at once that she shrugs out of her jacket and lays it across the barrier rail.

Harry is at the B stage, behind her and doesn’t immediately get to see what she was wearing but she knew she looked good.

It wasn’t necessarily the most ground breaking Coachella outfit but it was sexier than her usual style was .

It was a simple black tube top that pushed her breasts up to show off their fullness while making them look perky.

A sliver of her midriff on display before her high-waisted pants snatched in at the curve of her body.

They were completely sheer with a sequin design making them reflect in the flashing light on the stage - they were the same sequins that made up Harry’s jumpsuit.

Since they were sheer, YN had on a pair of skin colored underwear that were cheeky enough to show quite a bit of her backside but it wasn’t quite a thong.

The pants made her legs look like they went on for days, the shimmer of her pants contrasting beautifully against the tone of her skin and the plain top she was wearing.***

(note: picture is just the inspo but top is black, pants are black, and sequins on the pants are the same ones that are on Harrys jumpsuit).

YN was blinded by the flashes that bombarded her as fans took pictures of her and she tried not to get too self-conscious about her bum being out.

As Harry struts back towards the main stage, he glances over at YN before continuing to walk but stops and does a double take when he sees what she has on.

She can’t help but twirl and show off what the backside is revealing, giving a little shake before turning around and continuing to dance with their friends.

YN purposefully doesn’t meet his line of vision, acting like she doesn’t even know he’s staring but it only last a moment before he has to get back to the main stage.

During one of the slower songs, Harry manages to catch YN’s attention - a thrill of electricity radiates through her because his eyes are hungry and possessive but she knows he wants her more than anything.

As he sways to the rhtymn, his body just is incredible - the way his abs twitch with every movement, his narrow hips moving, his pecs defined and strong, and it was all fucking hers.

With all these thousands of beautiful people lusting after him, willing to give him whatever he would want - at the end of the day, he has a gold band on his ring finger, the most recognized sign of ownership, not to mention her name inked permanently into his skin for everyone to see.

YN hadn’t been allowed at a soundcheck for Coachella last weekend, where Harry was bringing on a special guest. He had insisted that it be a surprise for her too.

She could think of multiple people he might ask to join him on stage but figured it was someone extra special if it was so secretive.

When the first few bars echo throughout the field, the strobe lights flashing in sync, and Harry begins to playfully glance around like he doesn’t know what’s going on - YN is going wild with the rest of the group for Shania fucking Twain.

YN just watches in awe of her husband as he duets Man, I Feel Like a Woman with one of their favorite artists - doesn’t dance as much as just sway and watch with absolute pride, can’t help but pull out her phone to record a clip of it.

But when crew runs on stage to put two stools down, YN gets a huge lump in her throat when she realizes what song they’re about to sing together.

Once again, YN can feel all the fans cameras on her as she watches her husband perform a song that is undoubtedly dedicated to her and the whole entire crowd knows it.

She giggles, embarrassed at herself when she feels tears rolling down her cheeks as they perform - she wipes them away quickly and Harry finds her eyes, brow furrowing for a moment when he sees tears.

YN mouths that she’s loves him and puts a hand on her heart, which in turn, makes him give her a dazzling, heart-stopping smile that makes his dimple pop deep into his cheek.

The crowd doesn’t miss how his eyes barely leave YN as his sings, making it obvious as day that it’s about her and only her.

“You’re a lucky girl,” Harry Lambert nudges her, just teasing as they all cheer for Shania before Harry starts up his set again.

“Lucky doesn’t even remotely cover it,” She murmurs back as her eyes stay glued to her husband for the rest of the time he’s on stage.

-

When he’s doing Watermelon Sugar, she sneaks back to the side stage because there’s only two songs left before week one is over.

As he absolutely loses his shit during Kiwi, the creeping arousal starts to stir in her belly again because he’s just so….attractive.

The way he licks his fingertips, rolls his body, the way his muscles tense and flexed in the stage light…he was just….filthy.

She loved it.

She loved watching him get himself worked up to the point of when he runs off stage and just needs to fuck.

YN didn’t know if she could wait for the hotel for them to touch each other, maybe not even being able to wait for the car ride home.

After Sign of the Times, Harry’s blowing the crowd kisses, telling them to be kind, and thanking them for coming before he’s bounding off stage towards her.

The crowd captures the scene on their phone when Harry grabs YN by the waist towards him so he can lean down and connect their lips in a rough kiss (despite them thinking they were out of sight of the audience).

However, they disappear out of sight after as they’re ushered away from the massive stage and into the tents connected for the artist.

-

“Bunny,” YN breathes out when they’re finally away from the noise, standing in the lounge area where there’s tons of other people bustling around, “Holy shit.”

His chest is still heaving from the past hour and a half of intense physical activity, sweat dripping from his hair down onto his chest and neck.

“Was it good enough for you, my love?” He gasps as he starts to try to steady his breathing, eyes searching hers.

The thing that was heartbreakingly cute was that Harry was honestly asking, did he perform well enough for her.

Which he has always done, every single time but he still asks because he wants to make her proud of him and he yearns for her approval.

“There’s not even words for how incredible it was. You’re talent and stage presence is unbeatable. It’s why everyone loves you,” She praises him sincerely, snagging a towel from an assistant to dab it all over his forehead and chest.

“I sang it for you,” He murmurs with a sheepish expression on his face, his hands can’t help but touch her, fingers dancing along the bare skin of her midsection as she wipes him down.

“You’re really in love with me, huh?” YN teases, leaning up to brush their lips together again, “Don’t think you could make it anymore obvious, H.”

As YN says that, she takes her hand and subtly brushes it up against his pelvis, across where he’s already been half-hard for a hot minute.

Harry’s surprised by the boldness, there’s so many people around, and it makes him let out a low groan - barely having enough self control to not buck into the touch.

“Trying to be obvious,” He agrees a bit absently as his eyes trace down her body, “You look bloody indecent in this, flashing your bum at me while I’m trying to work. Could see it jiggling from the stage.”

“Knew you’d like it, I’m so wet for you. Can feel it on my thighs,” YN tells him, biting her bottom lip as she lets her hand palm him once again, “All I could think about when I was up there, you know? Just having you in me. How full you make me.”

“Sweetheart, please,” He begs quietly, his voice raspy and worn from overuse - despite his words, he loved being teased, edged until he was a mess.

It was the fact that if someone stopped rushing around to clean up, they would notice how Harry was desperately trying to get as close to his wife as possible, press himself against her.

“Alright, c’mon,” YN goads, intertwining their fingers and tugging him through the lounge, out of the tent completely and out in the barely warm air of the night.

It was late, the stars bright in the sky and the noise was starting to die down as people begin to filter out of the field for the night.

Harry Lambert was going to be looking for him very soon to collect the outfit from him but they didn’t care in that moment.

It was secluded, sure, but not that secluded - if someone wanted to take a cigarette break or happened to walk by from behind the stage and look over - they’d be caught within an instant.

Harry’s a show off, an entertainer, and when he realizes that YN wants to mess around in such a public place - he’s surprised by her bravery but it makes his cock twitch.

“Baby, anyone could catch us,” Harry reminds her as she leans back against the wall, it didn’t help that he was wearing the most flashy outfit right now.

“Better be quick then,” YN quips with hazy smile, “Wanted to make it obvious like you said, hm? Shouldn’t be a big deal if someone catches you making your wife come then, right?”

Harry can’t help but let out a moan at her words, she was just so fucking sexy is the thing. She radiated confidence, sureness, and he’s not sure how he got lucky enough to have the hottest woman on earth as his spouse.

“Gonna kill me,” Harry rasps, his throat sore and hoarse now like it always got after a show.

There was also something about that fact that even though Harry just worked his fucking ass off on stage - YN just expects him to come bounding right off stage to please her.

She’s one hundred percent right that he will, no matter how tired or overworked he was.

He snags her lips into a kiss, she doesn’t waste anytime in opening her mouth and letting him inside as his hands go straight where they’ve wanted to go all night.

Harry tugs down her top until it sits under her breasts, thumbs rind her harden nipples and rolling them before moving to pinch them.

“Fuck,” YN whines happily, pushing her chest into his hands and cupping her hand around his neck to keep his mouth close.

“Desperate little thing,” Harry chuckles fondly, moving his lips down the column of her neck until he’s cupping her tits in his palms and lapping at her peaks with grazes of his teeth.

Her moans are far too loud but so pretty, he brings his leg between hers until his thigh is pressed right up against her core and she instantly begins to find friction there.

“Jesus,” He murmurs lowly, she’s just so fucking attractive that it is a bit mind blowing at time as he admires her riding him without any shame.

When Harry removes his thigh from between her legs, she lets out a frustrated sigh but it turns into a pleased one when he begins to shimmy the tight fabric of her pants down her hips.

It was exhilarating, YN basically bare where anyone could stumble upon them - usually see would never be so adventurous but something got into her tonight.

Harry crouches down, thumbing at the wet spot on her panties as his other hand moves back to palm at her bum.

“Guess I did my job tonight. You’re dripping, my love,” He hums as he leans forward to kiss her mound over the thin fabric.

“Please, need your mouth,” YN hisses when he pushes her panties to the side but instead of putting his mouth on her - he kisses and licks at her inner thighs.

Harry let’s out a rumbling, rough growl when YN’s hand knots into his damp curls and physically moves his mouth to where she wants him.

She always taste so good that Harry gets lost in it right away, his tongue covering every inch of her, and make sure to not leave anything behind.

It’s intense, messy, needy as he buries his face between her thighs, her hips moving to chase the building feeling of her orgasm but then there’s a sound to their left.

Despite how distracted Harry was, it takes him no time to stand up, pull his wife’s shirt up, snap her panties back into place, and shimmy her pants back up.

By the grace of god, the door was jammed for a good second before Harry Lambert opens it and is frowning, “I don’t have all night to wait around. Come on, I need the jumpsuit.”

“You work f’me, not the other way around,” The popstar grumbles as he tugs YN along back into the building - luckily the tight, unforgiving fabric hides his hard on well enough as they make it to the dressing room.

While he’s changing, everybody seems to file in from Jeff and Glenne to James Corden to Kid and his wife and after he slips into his jeans and tee, everyone is discussing where there afterparty should be.

All Harry can think about is his wife.

“I’m so exhausted,” Harry cuts through the noise, swinging his bag over his shoulder and making eye contact with his wife who was not in the mood to party.

She was eyeing him with intent because she absolutely hated being edged, even if it wasn’t intentionally- didn’t enjoy it the same way Harry did.

He felt like he was in trouble almost, not in a serious way but the in the way that he needs to get his spouse off soon or he won’t be getting anything in return.

“Oh, rockstar. You can’t say no to a little partying!” Kid teases him, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a bit, “Let go back to mine.”

Harry swallows harshly, “Nah, really. I’ve, erm…yeah, I’m just super tired. I won’t be any fun. Just need to relax.”

His friends don’t push it any further and YN gives him an approving smile as they all walk out together to their cars.

“So good for me, H,” YN murmurs in his ear as they hold hands and paparazzi’s camera flashes blind them until they’re inside behind the tinted windows.

The car ride home doesn’t involve sex, it’s a SUV but there’s no type of partition and no privacy with the two body guards in the vehicle as well.

Instead, Harry lays his head on YN’s lap and she cards her fingers through his hair, thumbing at his temples and whispering about how proud she is of him.

-

YN corrals him into the shower as soon as they get into the hotel room, makes a point of showing her appreciation and adoration of him while she scrubs the grime off his body.

He gets so sweet like this, responds so beautifully to the praise, but only from her - he gets into this state where he’d just do anything for her without question, trusting and committed.

The hot desire for her own pleasure had dissipated over the last few hours, her lost orgasm not as intense anymore, and it allows her to focus on him.

Her lips tracing across his collarbone, his head tilted back against the tile, legs feeling like jello from all the exercise.

“Bloody hell,” Harry gasps in surprise and pleasure when she catches his nipple with her teeth before licking and kissing at both of them.

They trail from his chest down past his butterfly, kissing and nipping at the hard, thick muscles of his abdominal before doing the same to the extra plush at his hips.

By the time she gets to where he wants her mouth most, he’s straining up towards his stomach, swollen and pink from his lust.

It was a sight to see.

When YN first wraps her lips around him, he lets out a relieved moan that echos loudly off the white walls of the bathroom.

YN pets and scratches at his lean but muscular thighs as she takes him down until her nose is nestled against his pelvis.

“Ba-baby, m’close,” He warns quicker than usual, his fingers dancing across her jaw, feeling her cheek as she works him over.

She pulls off regretfully, hand replacing her mouth with tight, slow pulls as she stands up and accepts a kiss from him.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Harry admits, voice sweet and honeyed, he digs his fingers into her hips and spins her until she’s pressed up against the wall, “Gonna let me have it, darling?”

“O-of course,” YN giggles at the absurdity of his question but listens when he murmurs, “Budge up.”

She obliges, moving even closer to the tile, hissing at the coldness against her warm body, and spreads her legs further apart.

Harry is impatient, grabs her thigh and tugs it up to give himself easier access as with his free hand he guides himself inside.

“Holy fuck,” He mewls as he starts moving at a harsh pace, giving no room for adjustment as he begins to pound into her - his hand wrapping around her middle to reach down and roll her clit between his fingers.

It’s embarrassing, the short amount of time it takes for YN to come but he’s hitting her spot hard, she can feel his muscles twitching against her back and his fingers bruising her thigh where he’s holding her up.

“H, there, oh my god,” YN encourages loudly, the cool tile now feeling good against her hot forehead as he continues pressing against her where she needs him.

As she’s coming down from her release, she whimpers in surprise when he pulls out of her and crouches down - spreading her open and lapping at her pulsating bud.

His sucks her clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue quickly, while two fingers tuck right up inside of her without hesitation - rings bumping against her skin.

“S’too much,” She complains but doesn’t do anything to pull away, just allows him to devour her until she has yet another orgasm wrecking her.

Harry is on her again as soon as she’s got hers, he’s manhandled her around so now her back is against the shower and he’s hiking the opposite thigh up and sliding home.

He looks so beautiful as water drops bead off his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, drizzle down his parted lips - his eyes are intense on her as he brings himself off the edge.

“You’re the one I belong to,” He murmurs through low moans, she’d hit him for quoting a song during sex but it just makes her grip his jaw and drag him in for one more kiss.

-

In bed, Harry’s drifting off to sleep as soon as they slip under the fluffy duvet - his body shutting down in protest from all the activity of the day.

“I can’t wait for weekend two,” Harry hums as he wriggles closer to YN, wrapping himself around her like a cuddly octopus and nuzzling his face into her neck.

“I can’t wait either. You’re gonna be wicked with Lizzo,” YN agrees, welcoming him into her arms and running her bedazzled nails up and down his back.

“Not was I was talking about,” Harry smirks boyishly, hands roaming over her belly and hips without intention, “Can’t wait for the sex after the show.”

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