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owlight · 1 year

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My request: kid, law, marco and robin (only if you are comfortable writting female characters) reacting at gn reader (non devil fruit user) saving them from drowning. hope you have a nice day, you are very talented!

Thanks for requesting 😔🫶

I do females Characters , specially robin cuz she my wife actually 🤭💖 and lmao this reminded me of that one time when I almost drowned ngl

Tags:drowning situation pretty much, Suggestive language with kid cuz he built that way,fluff mostly , ignore mistakes plz

GN!Reader saving Eustass kid,Trafalgar law,Marco,Nico Robin from drowning

Eustass Kid

He only drowned because his ass refuse to back from any challenge or fight ,which how he now end up sinking to the water with an angry pout and arms crossed,he is that stubborn and would spend his last moments as a stubborn idiot

someone challenged him to jump to the water and his ass is petty so he did it without any thought to the fact he can't swim

But Gladly! You dive in fast the moment he end up in the water and grab him tightly,good thing water make him weightless or you would have drowned trying to get him out

" and ugh..you are so heavy" you tells him as you pull him back to the safety of the shores ,kid scowl at you " you are just weak pipesqueak" you look at him as you swim ,you are tempted to leave him to drown for a moment,but in the back of your mind you can see killer masked face telling you not to do that because you would regret it later... ,you sighs,the price you pay for love...

He would not be thankful that you saved him, cuz you are his partner and Part of his crew , it's like your official duty to help from drowning cuz killer can't do it anymore :(

He Would suggest you do CPR on his dick instead of his mouth once he gained enough oxygen going through his Brain,you drop him on the sand so hard you hear a loud 'thump!'

You're literally the life guard of the kid pirates , it's almost funny that you have to drag kid out the water everytime his problematic ass fall into water

He get into these situations a lot ,you suggested once that he add floaty on his outfit since he always be falling into water,he threw a wrench at you but missed and it hit killer right at his helmet

He is very grateful for you secretly, he would never let you know but when he see you swimming toward him to save him? You look like an Angel and he is so thankful that you always willing to get into water to save him

He tries to be careful more (doesn't work) but it's the thoughts that count

He say the dumbest most inappropriate CPR jokes every time,you sometimes tempted to throw him back in water but he is already so heavy (nd you love him)

7.4/10 saving experience, should have let him struggle bit more in water ,maybe the water would have washes all the salty attitude off him someday (?)

Law

This happens rarely really,he is very careful and usually use his devil fruit to avoid falling Into open water like that

But he once was very unlucky and fell off the submarine ship deck after a strong wave hit the ship ,one moment he was standing talking to you,the other moment he in the water sinking down the water ,he tries his best to hold his breath..last thing he see is a blurry figure pulling him up from the deep water

"I got you.. I got you" you says as you pull him out the water to the deck,you start performing CPR till he is coughing,he blink few times as he sees you above him, looking at him with worried eyes that melt to a smile "here you are lovebug ,good to have you awake" you tells him and law cheeks suddenly feel heated,he remove his wet hat off his head and sits down "thank you (y/n)-ya" law says as he looks at you with a little rare smile

"not a problem,that was a strong wave ,we should probably get into the submarine,might be a storm coming" you tells him as you pick up his hat and help him stands up,law can't help but looks at you adoringly...he loves you so much

He so thankful after that,not outloud but by the way he caress your face gently and smiles at you,a real genuine smile,rare sight only meant to his special people and you are so lucky you're one of them

He is more careful than everyone on this list ,so it won't happen often or again,he usually have fast reflexes to not get in that situation,it only happened then cuz he was so smitten by you(so cheesy ngl)

He will be thankful for a very long time,will go bit more easy on you ,no one would notice but you really ,it's wholesome

He give you extra cuddle every night from that day, cuz you his hero now,look at you getting spoiled rotten by him,so lucky

He appreciates you lot,thank you for loving and handling this stoic and secret nerd, he loves you so much just wait till he is no longer a flustered mess when getting affection from you

He really wanted to say that cheesy dumb CPR joke..he want to so bad,but he know you won't ever recover from hearing him says that..so he wait till perfect chance..

10/10 good saving experience

Marco

One moment he was standing watching the beautiful sea , then suddenly a strong wave hit and he was too slow to use his devil fruit to fly away,he hold his breath as much as he possibly can,he can't help but feel helpless,what an embarrassing way to die...he fought in many battles,yet a strong wave is what took him out...

He feel bit dizzy at the lack of oxygen and he hopes that's the others weren't taken by the wave as well,he would feel bad if they too ended up a victim of this unfortunate event,he start chocking on water that start entering his lungs and it burn like hell,he wonder if you would forgive him for Begin so careless-he did not have the time to think more before he sees you swimming to grab him so tightly, looking very determined,Marco slightly smile as he let himself pass out,he hope that the CPR he taught you would be enough to pull him through this

"......And you are awake finely!" Your voice says as Marco slowly open his eyes and coughs the salty water "ah...sorry,was enjoying my nap" Marco jokes and he can see you shaking your head "not funny..Next time no standing near open water when you know it might be storming" you scold him and he laughs as he sits up "promise you that yoi, don't worry" he ruffles your hair "thank you for saving me" he tells you and you smiles "oh no problem! Just know you own me a dinner for giving me the scare of a lifetime!" You says playfully and Marco can't help but love you a bit more

He is 100% thankful for your help

He doesn't drown or get into water often so you don't have to Worry about this happening again

usually he is the one saving you from almost falling into water so it's a nice change of pace

He would make a CPR joke later on when the situation is long forgotten to make you squirm a bit

He will make sure to get you your favorite snack later as a thanks for saving him because he loves you

11/10 saving experience,very polite birdman

Robin

How unfortunate,robin thought as the Battle between the strawhats and the Marines got bit too harsh and a Canon hit where she was standing sending her flying into the ocean water,she could say she lived a long life at least and died trying to protect her friends...she wonder if you would keep her collection of books safe after her untimely death-

Then suddenly,She is begin pulled out the water fast by someone and by the way she is held so tightly,she know it's You who had jumped to save her,she is slowly losing consciousness,but she smiles slightly as she trust she is in good hands now

"wake up damn it!-i can't lose you like this" your voice says as you continue preforming CPR on her,she open her eyes and cough the sea water she had swallowed earlier "thanks god robin-i was so worried" you tells her as you embrace her tightly,she can see that You are on the Sunny and it seem like the strawhats had managed to escape the Marines clutch which is good..you look not injured which is good,robin take a deep breath before embracing you back Gently " I apologies, I'm okay , don't worry my dear,thank you for saving me" she mumble softly as she hug you tighter "don't thank me...just..next time be careful okay? I almost had a heart attack seeing you fall into the water'' you scold lightly and that cause Robin to chuckles "I promise to be careful next time" she tells you with a gentle smile across her face

She is very grateful that you've saved her life,you always got her back even when she says she doesn't need help,you still offer to help her and watch her back ,so she is very grateful for that

She would thank you by begin extra affectionate with you for the rest of that day ,which you appreciate it a lot (Sanji is eating his hand as he envy you)

She doesn't usually end up in these situations,she usually able to get herself out of water by using her devil fruit ,so you don't have to worry about her much

Though ever since if the devil fruit strawhats needed to move through water,she would pick you as the person to help her across

She appreciates your help always,and she loves you a bit more ever since you've saved her from drowning

She kiss you later after that lot , thanks kisses she would call them playfully

13/10 saving experience ,she is the best

(This been in my drafts since months sorry for the lateness bbg)

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lawsvalentine · 1 year

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Rock The Boat • Zoro x Fem!reader • (18+)

CW: smut (size kink, riding,rough sex, mating press, overstimulation, soft!dom zoro, dirty talk, dumbification, bed breaking, creampie), pussydrunk!zoro, dickmatized!reader

Cee’s note: head bonk empty other than the thought of Zoro’s huge dick (and yes this title was 100% inspired by the Aaliyah song)

Happy birthday to @roronoaswifey 🥳, hope you enjoy pookie

*MDNI*

“Take your time baby”

You were currently hovering over his waist, mentally preparing yourself for his length. Zoro was definitely bigger than what you were used to. With some prior prep from his fingers stretching you out, you felt ready to take his cock.

With both your hands resting on his scarred chest for support, you slowly lowered yourself onto his tip. You gasped, eyes scrunching as you felt the stretch against your walls as you sank down. You managed to get a little more than the tip in, before pausing to adjust to his size.

“You got this, babe, taking me in so well” Zoro encourages as he caresses both your arms gently.

His encouraging words helped you sink down lower, taking more of him in. Tears pricked your eyes at the sting between your legs. Your pussy was clenching around him so nice and tight, Zoro had to restrain himself from thrusting up into you.

When the pain started to subside, you started to move your hips slowly up and down as pleasure started to take over. Zoro grunts and throws his head back, as you start to bounce on top of him.

“Mmm Zoro, you’re so big” , you moan as you took him in deeper with every bounce.

Praises were spilling from Zoro’s mouth saying how well you were taking him and how good you felt. He brought his hands to your ass, grasping at the fatty flesh as he guides your hips to grind against him. You moan, feeling the pleasure as you continued to grind against his pelvis.

“F-Fuck I’m gonna…ah!”

Your eyes rolled back as you came all over his cock, glazing it with your arousal. You flutter around his dick as you rode out your orgasm. Zoro’s head was spinning at the overwhelming pleasure. He needed more.

You yelp as you felt Zoro flip you down against the bed, him now on top of you. He grabbed both your legs, and pressed them against your chest as he started to thrust into you at a rapid pace.

Your eye’s glossed with tears from the overstimulation you were feeling, drool pooling at the side of your mouth as you whimper every time his hips snapped into you. Zoro smirks at the sight of you.

“Have I fucked you dumb already, we were just getting started.”

You couldn’t even respond, knowing nothing coherent would come out your mouth. All you could do was clutch at the bed sheets, taking everything he’s got. He was hitting so deep and fast, you were completely entranced, only thoughts being how good he felt abusing your cunt.

Zoro was just as pussy drunk, completely consumed in how amazing you felt. You were so wet and tight, he couldn’t get enough of you. You looked so pretty like this to him. Face fucked out and the sounds you were making was driving him crazy.

With the way he was fucking you it felt like the entire ship was rocking. Both of you were too lost in each other to realize how loud you two were being, both your moans and his grunts mixing with the harsh bangs of the bed frame against the wall and the slight creaks coming from the bed stand.

With a few more thrust the bed stand finally gave out, and with a loud crash, it completely snapped. You let out a squeal as you two slide down the bed. This didn’t stop Zoro though as he held you in place and continued fucking into, the new angle helping him to reach deeper into you.

Your vision went blurry as you came for the second time that night, legs shaking as a stream of moans spilled from your mouth. Zoro came right behind you, snapping into you a few more times, riding out his orgasm.

He buried his face in your neck, both of your chest rising and falling as you both try to catch your breaths. He finally pulled out and rolled beside you on the now slanted bed.

You both finally came to your senses, realizing the current state of the bed. You both share a look before bursting out laughing. This was going to be very awkward to explain to Franky.

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consultingpacha · 1 year

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Some ofmd/hobbit crossover in which they’re all pirates (except Bilbo, who’s a fancy ass rich guy)

CAPTAIN OAKENSHIELD, DRAGON OF THE CARIBBEAN. Known for his treasure hoard hidden at some lost island & his relentless attacks to Sauron's vessels.

"Welcome on board The Ereborian. Master burglar. I hope you survive our journey. It's going to be a long one”

Fili and Kili, Thorin’s nephews and young pirates. Dís sent them along with her brother on the ship, hoping a bit of sea life would be just what they needed to learn some discipline.

"Good morning Mister Boggins! How's the wave sickness going...? Oh I see. Stay on deck, fresh air will do you good!"

Aristocrat Bilbo. A proper heir to the Baggins family. Orphaned as a teen, he now owns quite a lot of land and is an investor of several small local businesses across the Shire peninsula. He has a library at home and is known for being a bit reclusive and eccentric.

Gandalf, known as “The Gray”. He’s an old friend of Bilbo, and has been working as a lighthouse keeper since he was a young boy. He has a deal to get the Ereborian’s captain to smuggle to him his favourite pipeweed in exchange for information and sanctuary.

And here’s a scene I’ve already written down:

“I suggest you cease your babbling this instant, shireling. Else I’ll get you to walk the plank and be rid of you for good.”

“I beg your fucking pardon! I shall speak as I please and…!”

“Land ahead! I see land ahead!” cried Bofur’s excited voice from atop the crow’s nest, interrupting them.

Thorin looked up, as if pulled by an invisible thread, and shoved Bilbo aside to walk past him. Making a sound of annoyance, the man followed him, ready to retake their discussion with even greater ire. As they reached the head of the ship and Thorin let himself hang from one of the riggings, soft winds combing his dark mane, Bilbo stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes focused on the blurry shapes on the approaching horizon, beyond the object of his current misery. As the fog around them cleared, he saw Thorin smile.

Not the cruel smile he had seen in battle, or the dirty smiles he sported while listening to the Company’s lewd stories at deck during the nights. This was a full smile that reached his eyes and made him glow, looking younger than he had ever seen him.

It was a breathtaking sight. Not that Bilbo cared. Not a bit.

”Azhâr”, Thorin breathed, once more in that blasted, infuriating language of his. His body seemed to deflate with the word, his expression softening, his muscles relaxing. His menacing pose during their previous argument lost to the sight in front of them. ”We are home.”

#bagginshield #bilbo baggins #ofmd #crossover #sketch #thorin oakenshield #fili #kili #gandalf #pirate au

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anystalker707 · 9 months

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You've done it before

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [male, amab] Reader Summary: It's nice making Zoro regret teasing you all week long. How many orgasms in a row can he handle? Tags: Smut / Overstimulation / Fingering / Oral Fixation / Penetration / Zoro likes it.

Requested by @aceshusband "Can I please ask a smut scenario for Zoro with a top male reader (amab)?"

MASTERLIST

No one ever actually bothered that you and Zoro would stay back to ‘watch’ the ship while the rest of the crew did whatever they needed on a random island—actually, it was a relief since Zoro being trapped in one place, supervised, would eliminate one of the worries they tended to constantly have. They would be kinda wary about returning, though. Never ask Sanji and Usopp what they saw happen on that Wednesday afternoon when they came to the ship earlier.

Today was just like usual. Zoro had been bothering you for the whole week, always too close to you, pressing his hips against yours a little too much when sitting on your lap, or even letting his pants hang unusually low whenever you went over to the Crow’s Nest to make him company during his training.

All of that got to your mind, of course, no matter what Zoro thought. The thing is that properly getting your way with him at once would be better than half-assed quickies here and there, not to mention how fun it was to see Zoro slowly crumbling through the days. He wouldn’t even dare ask Nami or anyone else how long it would be until the next island—it would give it away too much.

Maybe Zoro regretted it now. He gasped, clinging to the pillow of his bunk as his chest was pampered with bites and hickeys while your fingers curled up deep inside him and another hand wrapped tight around his cock. He couldn’t help the loud, ragged moans that kept escaping his lips as he squirmed, arched his back, curled his toes, and dragged his feet along the sheets as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. There was nowhere to run away to as you kept touching him in so many places even after having sucked him off already. He didn’t want you to stop, no, but maybe it’d be a little more convenient if you did one thing at once and not all at the same time, even more after he had been so needy for so long.

Zoro exhaled, trying to relax when the way your thumb grazed his tip made him hiss and arch his back, body twisting to the side as he buried his face into the pillow he tried to pull closer by an arm under it, but it was useless. He just kept squirming because your lips were clasped around his nipple sucking and nibbling on it so nicely at the same time your fingertips brushed that spot inside him that always made his toes curl.

“Shi—it—” Zoro whimpered, unable to even fill his lungs full with air before he was gasping again. That warm sensation in his lower stomach arrived closer than usual since you’d started the assault right after his first orgasm, so the sensitivity only helped you with whatever you were trying to do with him.

Zoro wasn’t even able to line his thoughts enough to make out something coherent, all he could know was that he was cumming again, groaning as he ended up spilling over himself and also on you with the way you were bent over him. He struggled with quiet whines, breath caught in his throat as he tried to keep his sounds to himself while his legs twitched and he came down from his high, hoping you would stop as soon as the throbbing between his legs started to subside a little bit.

“Okay,” you mumbled, your voice somehow grounding him as Zoro felt the mattress shift around him. His breath was shaky as he tried to catch it, chest rising and falling heavily only to pause with a quiet gasp when he felt your hands hook up under his knees to push his legs back against his torso. “I think you’re prepared enough for things to start.”

“Start?” Zoro said weakly as he blinked the tears away until the blurry figure that stood before him turned into you. “Damn, (y/n), I can’t—”

“Yeah, you can,” you cut in, “you’ve already done it before.” Your voice was firm, in the right tone to make Zoro feel powerless and just let out a groan in response as he relaxed against the bed again, mentally cursing, but also somehow excited.

Zoro saw you giving your cock a few pumps, and he wondered for how long you’d been hard. He really wanted you to fuck him despite how every touch of yours on his body felt multiple times more intense now. He could go for a third time, yeah. He was no quitter, no loser. He’d make his man proud, even more after being taunted for so many days.

You raised an eyebrow at Zoro, not quite understanding the way he was suddenly smirking and biting on his lip while looking at you, but it didn’t matter.

“Actually,” you paused, “turn over.”

It took Zoro a moment; he sighed deeply as he shifted on the bed, a little too weak for his own liking, before he finally did as you told. He hugged his pillow under his head for support while presenting his ass to you all nicely. If he was lucky, he’d get praised. If he were luckier, he’d get fucked real good.

Your hands were warm and soothing around his hips, but the small touch alone was enough to make Zoro’s cock twitch again as he felt you shift behind him again. He let out a soft, long groan as your thumbs rubbed circles into his skin, in a rather soothing motion that was nothing but a fake calmness before you one of his hips go for a moment to push inside Zoro, finally. Your cock stretched him just nice, giving Zoro that burning feeling he loved. The way your hips met his ass in such intense motions was making him gasp and arch his back when he finally could recover from the suddenness of your actions; it ended up giving you a new angle and your cock would graze that nice spot inside him again and again.

Zoro wouldn’t really help the tears escaping his eyes, the moans escaped his lips as voluntarily as the tears trailed down his face and soaked the pillow now. His thighs trembled and it almost felt like his body was burning, but you kept him in such a nice edge that gave him just the right feeling. He wouldn’t have it any other way, no matter if he was just being used, lying limp and only moving because of how you held onto his hips, occasionally pulling him to meet you halfway through your movements.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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aratribow · 18 days

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What would happen if yanqing died.

I need more angst about Yanqing and jing yuan pls

AHHHHH I ACTUALLY HAVE SO MANY YQ MCD WIPS? That my lazy ass never completed..

But I present you ONE polished thingy. (Don't mind me adding in a ship as well ^^)

An au where Kafka was a bit too late with the spirit whisper, where Jing Yuan was a bit too late to save Yanqing from the shard sword aimed for his chest.

Ps: Yanqing is a bio renjing child here, but Ren didn't know about his existence because he left to get milk and never came back. ^^

Warning: Yanqing MCD

The sun sets, the bird ceases its song, and the lion mourns: (title suggested by @itsredpaint )

He distantly watched as the window curtains flew with the breeze, a chill so familiar. Lying motionless in the assigned bed at the alchemy commission, Jing Yuan felt numb; if the scratchy material of the sheets felt mildly prickly – then he couldn't tell. His barely taken breaths, the only sign of his survival.

There's nothing left.

The momentary fragile trust that took everything, for just a fraction, was broken on a whim.

Another loved one lost to the winds, too young and tender for the graves, too young and tender to wonder if even the ashes will remain.

Jing Yuan was supposed to die there, die at the hands of the Lord Ravager, he had everything prepared beforehand, so why. He was not supposed to be stranded on the mortal world with nothing left of his own, he had already lost plenty, what more was there to lose anymore.

For the moment, he couldn't even recognize if the dull throbbing pain from his chest was entirely the work of Cloud Piercer or not. The lingering remains of Destruction still pulsing through his chi didn't help either.

In the quiet solitude of the night, Jing Yuan's harsh breaths kept him up, the ragged pathetic sound so bitterly familiar.

If he was just a little bit faster…just a little bit faster to save the only sun left in his life.

(The other sun had already been lost to the stars, with nothing left of her other than the telltale bravery of her ill fated luck sewed into the few remaining strands of her lilac hair.)

With a bated breath, he realised that he would never see his retainer again. He would never get to see his dust blonde hair, which, despite being deftly tied up in a high ponytail, always ended up covered in dirt from the spars. The way it gleamed with a gentle sheen of gold whenever Jing Yuan combed through the knotted strands of his freshly dried hair after a long day of work, the action soothing his nerves into a pleasant buzz of tranquillity with Yanqing nodding off on his shoulder. He would never get to see the vivid shade of molten gold in his eyes either, which would crinkle at the edges with a beaming smile at the mention of a favoured sword.

People around General Jing Yuan always remarked as to how his retainer's eyes completely resembled his own, he wondered why, for he always thought that if there was someone who could rival the Sun, it would be Yanqing. not anymore, though

Confined in the cage of his short-sighted immortality, the Divine Foresight mourned. Could he have saved his disciple, his lieutenant, his retainer, his son if only he hadn't undermined the play orchestrated by fate itself? If only he hadn't trusted his life with the phantom of a man once loved and cherished.

Seeing nothing but the blurry lines of the ceiling, he dared not to blink as he let the tears cascade down by themselves, framing his face in a warmth he could only ever dream of now.

Despite being consumed by the guilt of failing yet another, he did not fail to discern the presence that breached the privacy of the room. If not for the silent footfalls, then for the tenseness permeating from the body.

He blinked once, twice.

"He was your son, too." Jing Yuan said, voice barely audible, barely held together against the lump in his throat, threatening to choke him. If not for the dead of the night, void of any activity around, the words would have been lost, blown away by the chilled breeze coming in through the windows.

With eyes still focused on the ceiling, he noticed the body wince in his periphery.

Jing Yuan never thought that it would come to this, but now? Now he wanted this person to mourn alongside him, to share the pain that tore his barely beating heart out and reduced it to shreds. But perhaps it was even more foolish of him to think that Ren would care.

If he had, he wouldn't had left, not when Jing Yuan needed him the most, not when Jing Yuan missed him so bad it hurt, a tender wound damaged again and again with no respite, with no chance to heal, to the point where Jing Yuan felt the kindling fire die within him…and he let it.

The only time he dared to show face was to kill their son, to take away the only light left in Jng Yuan's dying world.

Because what would it matter to Ren when it was Jing Yuan who had to raise Yanqing all by himself. It would be Jing Yuan, who would ever know about Yanqing's child-like antics despite the act he proudly put up for his role as a lieutenant.

It would be Jing Yuan who would remember his pleading eyes at barely the end of the month, and despite the visible disapproval he would still fulfil the wishes, just to see a triumphant smile grace his son's face for winning a war that didn't exist in the first place.

It would be Jing Yuan who would cherish his joy at the agreement of eating outside at a favourite restaurant, relishing in the simplicity of it. It would be Jing Yuan who would know of his boundless determination, his passion, his courage to overcome obstacles at such an early age, his dream of becoming the sword champion...that would remain a dream in itself.

Perhaps…if he had kept him away from the ruthless reality, and if he had just provided the comfort of a father and not the sternness of a mentor, a General, then…perhaps-

Despite being surged by the bitter feelings, he could hardly feel it in himself to move, it seemed to further drown him within the sheets instead. Perhaps it was for the best because he couldn't tell what he wanted to do with his limbs or his body anymore. His grip on reality, failing him.

Before he could choke even further on his misery, he felt a rough bandaged hand coming to rest on his forehead – just then, he finally found his body moving as he violently recoiled against the hand. If it was the tender hand of a lover before, now, it was just the hand of a murderer that dripped with the blood of his child.

Something must have been written on his face besides the silent stream of tears, for he saw the body retreat back quicker than it came to be. He wondered if he would retreat back through the door, never to show face again, just like last time.

But Jing Yuan could care less. If Ren wished to stay for some sick godforsaken reason, just to haunt him in his last moments, then he probably should. Jing Yuan didn't have it in himself to stop him, he'd rather have that same blade plunge through his heart and seal the final deal for him.

He knew the mara wouldn't be long after this, he had lived enough already, and his son was the last straw.

"Baba.... it hurts.." Yanqing said as he had coughed out a string of viscous red that shouldn't be there, not at this age, not now.

Jing Yuan remembered the feeling of pure rage dissipating only to be replaced by unadulterated anguish instead as he collapsed to his knees beside his child. There was a gaping wound that shouldn't have been there-

No, it shouldn't have been there, and yet it was.

Yanqing had laid there, in his arms, seeping precious blood into the ruined tiles of the Dragonvista Hall. Jing Yuan recalled feeling helpless as he watched the blood gurgle from Yanqing's mouth, making it hard for him to breathe. The strength in his tender face long gone as he watched the colour receding rapidly, leaving nothing but pure fear in its wake. His son was scared, scared and he could do nothing to soothe the pain.

He used to pull his son close into his arms, secure him there and read him stories or recount tales from the past at nights Yanqing couldn't sleep. He wonders if he should have paid more attention to the beating heart against him, comforting in the constant rhythm of alive, alive, alive-

His grip on Yanqing faltered as slick blood sluggishly gushed out of the wound on his tiny body. How could someone this small lose this much blood?

Before he could’ve tried to bring his son a false sense of security, the least he could've done for his frightened child, he saw his breath even out and his eyelids flutter shut against the remaining tears streaming down his face. The tears that washed away the grime on his young face only to leave tracks of evident pain behind.

Jing Yuan couldn't do anything when yanqing slowly nudged his face into his neck, with his last remaining strength, to breathe out a final…apology.

"Baba, I'm sorry....I...failed you."

Before he could retort back to dispel the thought, (How had he failed to notice this brewing insecurity? What kind of father-) he felt the body completely slump into his arms, warmth dissipating from his body already.

Oh how he wished for the cold to be from Yanqing's frost, and not from his dying body.

He couldn't remember how long he sat there, but it must have been enough for Dan Heng to approach him and rest a (reassuring?) hand on his shoulder. He might've spoken something but Jingyuan could hear nothing over the blood boiling in his veins, over the unresponsive body in his arms, pulled close to his own to at least share a portion of his own body heat in desperate hopes of convincing himself that his son was still alive. He clutched him tightly enough to probably hurt, but hurting would have been good, it would've meant that he was still breathing.

The haze eventually cleared when he felt the dam finally break in its wake.

Jing Yuan swayed forward into his lap with his hands covering his face, hiding himself from the world, from himself, and from him. He heard a loud whimper before registering an inhumane cry of pure agony, not realising that the sound was torn out from himself.

He wanted to slam his fist into the mattress, feel the wooden frame of the bed break underneath his hands. He needed to let out the pain somehow, but he could find no purchase when he felt a pair of hands firmly, yet gently, remove his tightly clenched fingers clutching the bunched up sheets. He felt bitterly vulnerable as he struggled against the firm hold, pushing him back down onto the bed, the rough material of the bandage grating against his wrists. He cried out at the cruelty that denied him the simple notion of curling in on himself, the need in his body to clutch something, someone close against him growing stronger by the second. What more could Ren want from him?

"LEAVE!” He lashed out, sobbing with broken hiccups. He hated how exposed he felt, having nowhere to hide his face.

"Leave like you always did! Leave like you were always meant to, because leaving is the only thing you are good at-"

The words promptly got stuck in his throat though, as he distinctly felt a drop of tear hitting his face. The following whimper made Jingyuan finally turn back to gaze into Ren's contorted face, his lips pulled into a wobbling snarl with his brows tightly knit together. Ren hovered over him as gold met red and more tears struck his skin as they emerged from eyes barely kept open.

Despite a faint voice in his head urging him to wipe away tears if his past lover, Jing Yuan couldn't find it in himself to be merciful for this once. He has shown enough mercy in this lifetime, he wanted to be selfish for once.

"You killed our son, Ren. It was me who had raised him, and now it again has to be me....to see through his funeral." Jing Yuan weeped, still reeling from the onslaught of guilt. “How many more Ren? How many more?”

If Jing Yuan went overboard with his demands, then he did. The patience meticulously crafted over the years shattering in mere seconds.

He saw Ren violently wince, and it…shouldn't have been as satisfactory as it was, but he couldn't deny the cruel satisfaction of watching the murderer collapse under the realisation of his own crimes. Perhaps this is what Ren wanted to feel as well when he chased Dan Heng across the universe.

Ren finally left the hold around his wrists as he sank onto the ground to his knees, his face dejectedly pushed into the mattress, going completely still despite a hand still faintly holding onto Jing Yuan's own. If it was an apology, then Jing Yuan couldn't tell.

#aratribow #my...writing?#honkai star rail #jing yuan #hsr jing yuan #hsr blade #jingren #yanqing #jing yuan and yanqing #jing yuan is YQ'S PARENT #me @ ren: *how does it feel to kill your own kid?*#renjing with possibly no happy ending i suppose #i love yq mcd because it puts his father through another bouts of severe depression and what ifs

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hadesisqueer · 1 year

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Okay, hiatus is coming to an end in two weeks, so let us remember the most iconic things that happened in these TWO fucking years, since that dreadful March 27th, 2021 (my birthday actually). This might be in chronological order or not idk like I said it's two years I can't remember everything and when it exactly happened.

Bloconut.

Yango.

Many other characters as fruits. This was in the FIRST WEEK OF HIATUS AND Y'ALL WERE ALREADY ON YOUR BULLSHIT.

Ironwood discourse.

Ironwood metal asscheeks discourse.

Weiss disco ball braid.

The return of RWBY Chibi.

COCO in RWBY Chibi.

Chibi Cinder being gay for Coco???? And Crosshares date????

Bumbleby fucking in the RWBY/JL Comics.

Ironweiss cameo.

Miles talking about what male characters would make good boyfriends for Jaune.

“I may fall, but not like this, first you'll catch these hands”~Neo while trying to fucking kill Ruby while they were falling in the sneak peek from RTX.

Months of us dying.

Most of us becoming obsessed with Arcane.

More months of us dying.

“Team RWBY Project” being announced.

Everyone wondering what the fuck Team RWBY Project is.

A whole ass RWBY panel announced in Japan???

More months of us dying.

RWBY Ice Queendom is announced.

More months of us dying. Many of us coped watching The Owl House.

RWBY Ice Queendom comes out.

Blurry shit.

RWBY JL Movies announcement????

The fucking sapphic ship poll on Twitter AKA Sapphic Superbowl. You HAD to be there.

Feel free to add more!

#rwby #rwby hiatus #rwby fndm #fndm things #rwby volume 9

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numbbrainstrorm · 6 days

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( warm-up) Doodles I can't decide which ship is better

If it's really that blurry I apologise

I don't have steady hands :c

Starscream X Knockout

They are the BITCHES

The whole Nemesis would be spreading nasty rumours about them ( they both be laughing at them in their shared room)

Elegant ( both are seriously pretty and they got me questioning if I'm even into humans)

Starscream is missing a neck ( he is truly built like a shrimp🦐)

Knockout X Breakdown

The "✨ they were roommates ✨"

They be cracking jokes all day ( so funny that you wouldn't be able to frown the whole week )

I died when I found out they are married in IDW comics

They can / will beat you ass

Breakdown is the reason I hate our gal Blackarachnid ( she can't / won't be forgiven)

Their child is beautiful

#transformers #maccadam #Tfp #transformers prime #tfp starscream #tfp knockout #tfp breakdown #KO = fucking elf #My csp licence expired #And I'm too broke to renew it lmao #So traditional drawings for a while

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molllsprple · 6 months

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Strictly business

Part 1

Well howdy.

This is my first ever written piece of fan fiction so I welcome constructive criticism, but please be kind 🥹 I tried by best.

I am simply a thirsty girl indulging in her mihawk fantasies.

Pairing: Female reader x Mihawk

Description: Sometimes the line between business and pleasure can get a little blurry.

Rating/warnings: Explicit 15+ (Swearing, injury detail, may get smutty in later chapters) Mihawk is a bit of an ass, who doesn’t love a good enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut in later chapters, stubborn mihawk, stubborn reader, no use of y/n.

The life of an assassin can be rough, and somewhat lonely sometimes. Although, you didn’t mind the solitude so much.

You had been roaming the streets from a very young age since becoming an orphan, and you were grateful for the skills and tricks that you had picked up along the way.

You had learnt to be invisible, silent, and deadly if it came down to it. You could handle yourself, and rarely had to rely upon others.

You liked it that way.

Berry was hard to come by as a child, but as you grew older you found ways of making a living, and being the contracted assassin for a certain warlord was one of them.

It was for this reason that you were currently scaling the side of his coffin shaped vessel to retrieve the fruits of your labour.

Silently, you slipped through the opening of one of the windows, feet meeting the ground without a sound. Inaudibly, you moved through the ship in search of its captain.

Peeking around the doorframe of his quarters, you finally caught sight of the warlord in question—back turned, wine glass in hand.

Typical. you thought with an eye roll.

He was seemingly oblivious to your presence, and so you took the opportunity to scowl into the back of his head a little longer.

“You took your time” Mihawk sighed, tone low and uninterested as he remained with his back to you.

You pouted underneath the mask that was covering your face, as you realised that you had been discovered. It pissed you off that you could never sneak up on him.

“I thought something might have happened to you, it’s been two weeks” he continued, taking another sip from his wine glass, voice lacking in concern.

“That asshole gave me the run around for five whole days before I could find him. Maybe you should get your own hands dirty if you want it done any quicker.” You retaliated, emerging from the shadow of the doorway and into the centre of the room.

With that, mihawk slowly turned his body around to face you, his golden eyes meeting your own.

If looks could kill.

The look he gave was soul piercing, and it made your hair stand on end with a mix of adrenaline and something primal pooling in the pit of your stomach. It gave you a strange thrill, antagonising someone so dangerous.

Maybe if he didn’t possess the arrogance that came with being the worlds best swordsman, you might consider him attractive.

The angular structure of his jawline, and the way his beard was so carefully groomed to complement it.

The annoyingly perfect dark curls peaking out from under his hat.

The hard contours of pure muscle that his shirt tried so poorly to disguise.

Shit. So maybe he was nice to look at.

But you weren’t here to ogle the warlord, you were here for his deep pockets.

You agreed to help him with the large bounties assigned by the marines in exchange for a generous cut. These bounties were only for the most skilled and damn right crazy pirate hunters, but they brought along a hefty pay check, more than you could ever imagine of making on your own.

Most of the missions he assigned were just track and retrieve, meaning you only had to get intel to pass back to mihawk, aiding in their capture. Only rarely would you have to engage with the bounty, which you were thankful for as these were some of the most dangerous pirates sailing the seas.

“This one is on Karai Bari island. It looks like he works alone so it should be an easy catch.” You said, as you ignored the daggers he was sending your way, sliding the bounty poster onto the desk in front of him.

Beneath the hard expression his face was sporting, you noticed that his eyes were dull and lacked their usual vigor. There were slight bags beginning to form underneath them—Had he not been sleeping?

Mihawk’s back straightened, as his eagle eyes flicked down to the piece of paper.

Without a word he reached below the desk and flung a bag of berry onto the table with his usual flare of sass.

“Good” was all he uttered in response, shifting his imposing form to face away from you once again, continuing whatever it was he was so occupied with before you interrupted.

You picked up the bag, and started towards the door assuming that was the end of your incredibly enthralling conversation.

“Be safe on your travels”

Mihawk’s words stopped you in your tracks, taken aback by the sudden and unusual expression of concern.

Just as you were about to turn your head, he continued.

“It would be an awful inconvenience for me to have to come after you if you got into any trouble”

There it was. The true intent of his words.

“Prick” you muttered under your breath before disappearing into the night.

Mihawk downed the rest of his wine glass to stop the corners of his mouth from curling up into a grin.

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Well shit.

This was bad… Really bad.

You were in the process of trailing your current bounty, lacking the knowledge that he had already clocked onto your presence.

As you turned down the next alleyway you were met with the static silhouette of your target facing back at you.

As your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness they widened in horror, realising that he was wielding a pistol initially obscured from sight by the dimness of the back passage.

By then it was too late.

You heard the gun fire before you even had chance to reach for your knife.

Unbelieving, you dropped your head to affirm your worst fears.

He had shot you in the leg.

Your mask did nothing to muffle the shrill scream of agony that was ripped from your lungs, as your hand instinctively moved to shield your wound.

The man simply let out a huff of laughter before bolting off in the opposite direction. He clearly didn’t see you as enough of a threat to waste time finishing you off.

You tore off a piece of material from your shirt to use as a bandage, and patched yourself up as best as you could with shaky hands.

Stumbling, you set off back in the direction of the harbour.

Thankfully, there was no one around this time of night, as everyone was either asleep or down the local bar spending their life savings on getting royally inebriated.

Finally, the bobbing flagships in the harbour came into view, as you just about threw yourself onto the dock.

You were almost there. You could see the ship, you just had to move—why.. weren’t you moving?

By now blood was streaming from the lesion on your leg, and your sight was beginning to blur.

If I just…one foot..in front of..the other.

Finally, you began to move forward again, only it wasn’t your legs that were in motion, it was your body falling like a sandbag onto the wooden planks of the dock.

Then everything faded into darkness.

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You slipped in and out of consciousness briefly over the next hour, each time catching snippets of words spoken by a low, honey toned voice, each fragment sounding more desperate than the last.

“Careless girl, look what you’ve gone and done”…

“You’re lucky I was docked on the same island”

“I told you to be careful….why d-“….

“Can you hear me?….. hey, you need to stay awake”…..

“you can’t die on me now, I haven’t—“….

You looked around through the narrow slit of your eyes to try and make out who the voice belonged to.

Your brain was foggy and you felt as if you were drunk, room spinning at a hundred miles an hour.

Dark hair, broad shoulders.

Your eye lashes fluttered as you continued to observe the figure looming over you. Pale skin, soft yellow eyes….mmm…Hot?

Regrettably, you were not aware that you vocalised that last thought.

Far off somewhere in your mind, you formed the vague notion that it was amusing how you were thirsting over this alluring stranger in your dying moments.

That was until the familiar scent of wine and musk surrounded you as your body was consumed by sleep once more.

Part 2

#dracule mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk x you #mihawk x reader #mihawk smut #enimies to lovers #kinda #smut #opla #opla mihawk #opla smut #opla fanfiction

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lizaluvsthis · 4 months

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ALRIGHT- DROPPING OFF A WHAT IF IN HERE!

What If (BR AU) : SMG4 lost all of his vision during the arc?

Since I can't stop thinking about this ass (curse this what if-) I'd consider making a fic about this <3<3

Title: Lost of sight, souls intertwined

Tags: Fluff/Angst/Comfort

Summary: Four with his permanent loss of vision, it's been too difficult for him to manage. But with a help of his crew and someone in particular helped him reach up and discover something new.

PART 1/2

Second Part

After the man in white and blue desperately helped his ex rival's loss of an eye, he gave up from all of his strength to heal his injury.

By the time Mario placed his hand on his shoulder, he stood by his side. "Mario believes in you!"

SMG4 grunts from the power he'd been releasing for three's eye, he felt himself getting drained off. In a matter of seconds, SMG4's abilities grew weaker giving up every power he had left.

*huff... huff...* everything started to go hazy, everything from his vision went blurry. Everything and all of it. Just to SAVE. His partner.

He did it all.

For love. For him. And to keep him alive.

His posture swifted slowly as he starts to lose his balance, from his mind where it gave him dizziness. His head and his arm had been damaged, and to both of his eyes...?

Almost falling down to the ground, Mario had quickly caught his best friend just as he was about to hit the floor.

Four wanted to open his eyes but even tho he wanted to... his visual view has lost its sight and its impairment.

He felt so weak, but he wouldn't give up. Because the battle with Niles is not over yet.

"I- I can't see anything..." he tried touching his own face, blinking twice, trying to feel his hands or even look at them. But it felt like the light source of the whole world, shut to his eyes.

Everything is black.

He felt numb.

"Guess I see what SMG1 is talking about." Four's fingertips touched to his skin, pointing to both of his eyes.

Mario's sad face formed at the blue's message.

Three opened his eyes, shocked that his injury has been fully recovered and with his vision clear again. He turned to look at his partner who sat beside him.

SMG4 seemed fine, tilting his head to the left seeing the angle from the view. Both of his eyes had been permanently damaged and could not be recovered due to its impact.

His optic nerve had been cut out from transferring what he could see, it has been completely destroyed.

He stared at both of SMG4's eyes in horror. How could this be happening to him now...?

"SMG4... I-" three wanted to speak, but Melony's words came out alerting the star trio.

"I got this! Go to the ship!" Melony with deity form on use, she swung the sword to her side. Mario and Three looked at each other.

It wasn't over yet.

They both nodded, Three started to carry SMG4 in bridal style with all the might and capability.

Three could carry Four without any struggle on whatsoever. (Thanks to his usual workout routine and liftings)

SMG4 couldn't process from what was happening, it happened so fast and counting with the loss of his view.

He'd been silent and confused with what was going on, he wanted to question who the person he'd been carried with.

"Come on Mario let's go!" Three spoke up, to now Four knowing that it was his partner who've been carrying him with strong arms. He winced after hearing three's voice.

"Ahh! Mama Mia! It's not working!" Mario aggressively pushed the buttons all in one try, they heard a clicking noise and it was... "TERRANCE?!" SMG3 saw his baby undangan knuckles, appearing from the side of the ship.

When Terrance quickly fixes the ship and had it working again, the trio including terrance went inside. Three slowly puts Four to the chair, assuring his company by placing his left hand brushing to his leg for comfort.

"Hey- hey- everything's gonna be okay dude. Just- just sit tight in there... you're gonna be fine." SMG4 stayed silent, he had no idea whatever sh-t just happened. Or he had completely lost his mind hearing what Three had said to him.

He had lost both of his sight of seeing, Niles still right after with the avatar with Three and him, and what three does is carry him to a safer place?

How crazy can that be? How- in the hell- could someone like Three possibly would also do everything to save Four right after saving his enemy?

They've both hated each other, they've been enemies for who knows what sh-tass years could there have, he knew how unbalanced or unstable their friendship with eachother have been. So why would he?

He'd been an asshole since before, so why would three? Speaking of it, he turned out to be a complete mess by ruining his own productions and the name itself.

He treated his name like trash, he hated Three's sudden succession, he'd been the one JEALOUS about him. So why would three? Why would he? Why couldn't three just left him there to die? Why can't he just ignore that Four saved him? Why?

Was it the reason for Three's development? Is he trying to give him the signals that- he MAY as well take it serious that three has been wanting to move on right after that 2020th wotfi? Right after EVERYTHING that happened, even without him having any simple hint of realisation that he just wanted to do some good quality contents than RUINING ANYTHING from SMG4?

"Take a hint." They say. And that hint wasn't even close enough. He was just too blind, too oblivious for the fame, fans, views, and his daily life with his phone sticking to social medias.

He had a hard time to recognice or even describe what a person has been feeling, he had no idea what consequences would face as soon as He assumed three of doing something bad.

Sure he was an extrovert. Without any knowledge of "getting to understand how someone feels"

It took too long for SMG4 to respond from whats been happening in reality at the moment, he had been stuck from his mindscape and couldn't say a word.

"Ahh! We've been downed!" Mario screamed to where it seems like the trios float in mid air. "Can someone ATLEAST tell me what the heck is going on here?" Four began to yell, brought up by three and Mario's suprise.

"The ship blew up! How are you not feeling any pain from that at all?!" The man in purple yelled back, but not the usually loud tone to SMG4.

"..." Four stayed silent again- how long did he zoned out? His whole body went numb during the explosion, and how is he still here?

"OI! I'm talking to you!" SMG3 tried snapping his fingers to knock out his senses, which it worked.

With Melony showing up again, Three and Mario cheered. Waving to the trios, she prepared herself to defeat zero once and for all. The anti memes showed up half away.

SMG3 thought of an idea, to where Mario had noticed after spotting anti memes on its way. "Don't do it SMG3! Remember how you and SMG4 had gone too coo coo crazy while using that?" He spoke in gibberish language.

"What? Don't tell me you want to use anti memes again!" SMG4 without seeing anything but pitch black, he can still have his sense of hearing.

"I..." there must be some other way-

Floating in the endless abyss, Three held Four's hand as Mario grabbed Four's shoulder. "Theres another way but..." (but?)

SMG3 gripped Four's hand tighter, much to his suprise.

Three used his other hand to pull out Terrance from his pocket. "Terrance...I'm sorry little buddy. We need you to save the world... please don't hate me... goodbye."

Terrance couldn't quite understand anything, but gave him a puzzled face right after Three hugs him. "I love you"

SMG4 heard Three's words loud and clear, it hurts to listen. He knows how Terrance meant to Three and how much Three meant to him.

Three lets go of Terrance, trying to hold back his tears locking his hand with SMG4.

"Three..." SMG4 whispered from his breath, rubbing Three's knuckles with his thumb. "We- we don't have a choice." Sniffed by Three, closing his eyes.

By harnessing Terrance's meme energy, it transferred to the avatar's body making Mario's head big. It was the only option to survive.

The time has now come to an end of Zero's defeat and Melony's victory. The world is saved by the hero. The crew were now in a hospital recovering for their bruises and injured parts.

In a room all alone, there was SMG4 putting himself to rest as SMG1 sighed looking at both of his eyes. "I told you, using your meme power alone would do damage to your body..."

"Can you even see me?" SMG1 asked him, unknowingly that the question made it a bit too harsh. "Ya think I could see any dim of the light or anything at all?" Four glared at the ceiling, not being able to look at the blue box or even visualize what surrounds him.

SMG1 coughed at his statement trying not to make everything awkward. "Sorry- I guess I'm getting a bit too old enough, still four. May I check your arm?" SMG4 hummed in response.

"What does my eye look like?"

...

Silence fills the air with SMG1 examining his eyes looking both sides and checking underneath his sleeve, taking off both of his gloves. The results were shocking to him.

"Both of your eyes has lost all of its vision. With what you can imagine both of it right now, would be plain white and emptiness. Your eyes are far too damage enough to be repaired, we don't have that kind of power to recover your eyes. I'm sorry."

SMG1 frowned at Four, seeing him helpless at this state he'd get even weaker from day by day without someone looking after him.

SMG4 blinked, it's all black. He can't see the light, he can't see anything, from where ever he looks. Nothing at all.

"What... else?" SMG1 touched his arm. "From your hand then to half of your arm, it- has a crack. You're gonna need meme energy for that, you'll have to wait for a couple of weeks for recovery. DON'T try to lift anything heavy or even trying to use them, it'll end up fracturing even more..." SMG1 used a cast and put bandages on his wrist then to his arm.

"But- what about my contents? What about Twitter? What about my fans? What would I even do without them-" "it's your choice to that out yourself."

SMG4 covered his stomach, hugging himself from the bed. "You won't be all alone just for taking yourself off from social media, you have your own crew here running their daily basis. How about you try figuring that out to yourself? Go live on."

SMG4 sat back up. "I won't be able to see what the whole world would look like now..." "I'm afraid so..." SMG1 sat next to him.

"But you're gonna be fine." "How are you so sure about that?" SMG1 smirked. "You don't think Mario and the others are here with you for no reason right?"

"You also have us, and even SMG3 can help" wait- SMG3?

A sound of a person screams at the hallway. "I JUST WANT TO TALK TO HIM-" with another high pitch voice of trying to refuse him by going any further.

SMG4 turned to the direction where the unaudible sound was coming from, from One getting down from the bed and opening the door.

Three ends up getting pulled back by SMG2 whose been holding his leg, he tried shaking him off by wigglingit. "Wait three!" "I JUST NEED TO KNOW IF HE'S ALRIGHT-" "SMG3! Wo-o-a-oa-AHH!!" Two held his leg tightly.

"SMG4 needs some time to rest! You can't interrupt him-" SMG2 tried his best to put out the reason to calm Three's impatient waiting.

"I just need to see him, I want to see if he's-" "SMG3?" SMG1 called out his name, shutting the door, making the two turn their heads. "Is- is he okay? Not like I care about him or anything-" SMG1 and SMG2 looked at Three unamused.

"He's alright, SMG4 is resting. Just a... just a fractured arm and lost of both visions, his arm will heal about a few more weeks. For his eye however, it's too late to save that now..."

SMG3 calmed himself down, letting Two go from his leg.

"Me and Two will check on Melony if she's doing fine, we'll both leave you two right at it" SMG3 nodded. "Oh and Three?"

"You should probably start looking after SMG4 for now, Four is already blind. The worst that could happen is him tripping over a flight of stairs. DON'T fail this as a Meme Guardian..." SMG3 took off his hat.

"I wont." SMG1 and 2 proceeds walking to the hallway, and Three watching SMG4 through the window. He knocks on the door. "Come in" Three opens the door and saw SMG4 sitting on the bed looking at nowhere.

"Uh- hey- SMG4 it's me-" closing the door behind him, he sat to a chair facing infront to the man in blue.

"How are your eyes?" SMG3 glanced at those white and empty faded ones, guilt and pity shook his guts. "It's all black, man." Four gripped his arm covered in a cast that One had put.

"Why are you even talking to me?" "What- what do you mean? I came here to make sure if you're doing okay! And now you're angry?" Three could feel his heart getting torn bit by bit.

"Do you really hate me THAT much? SMG4 I saved your ass back there, you saved me and my eye! And now you'd just expect this to yourself that I'll be the one to just- IGNORE you like that? What kind of sick joke is this?!" SMG4 couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't read what emotions Three has been giving.

"Look Four, I worry about you- SO many f-cking times- and I wish I could just ignore them" His tone lowered and started to go soft, suprising him.

"But I can't because we were both linked and we were meant to be the Guardians to the memes. You've never paid much attention to me, you've never paid much attention from the actions you use with other people, I know what and how manytimes you did to keep ruining my life."

"Then why?" SMG4's voice deepened. "What do you mean why? Call this horsesh-t talk but- you're still my partner. No matter how many times or how many things you've done by mistake, you're still here." SMG4 opened a gap from his mouth, wanting to say something.

Anything.

But- no.

SMG3 stared down to his shoes. Worried, upset, and sadness overwhelmed his mind. Staring down for too long, Four slowly moves his arms towards three and by accident.

He ends up slapping his face. "Ow-" "Oh shoot- sorry about that-" "Just what are you doing?" Huffed by three, in annoyance. "Well Mr. 'Dark-Blue'" -"it's actually purpl-" "I was trying to touch your face."

"Wha- m-mh- my- my WHAT now?!" Four faced at SMG3's side, with both of his hands still remains hanging. Gesture his way of showing something. "You better not do anything funny..." SMG3 carefully placed both of his hands to both of Four's wrist and did his best to not startle the man.

(What am I doing... this is ridiculous... either way... I just... need to buy sometime for his... company...) even now with three hesitating to let his partner's hands reach his face, he wanted to do this. Even tho how much he hated this.

With the man being blind, it would be hard for him to imagine what experience SMG4 can be feeling or having this right now. This hurt him so bad, wanting to hide it.

His eyes softened looking at his face. Then gently, little by little his newly paired gloves have now touched his cheeks.

*ba-dump ba-dump*

Three's cheeks started turning red, as Four's eyebrows went up as he felt Three's soft and smooth skin. It was his first time ever getting his hands touched from his face.

"Your, your face is smooth, and so soft, it's like I want to squish it-" SMG4 smiled at the end of the phrase mocking SMG3. "I only let you touch it just this once! It's not like I like it or anything..." Four's thumb brushed through the purple's mustache.

"You're such a tsundere SMG3! Until now" SMG4 giggled, not even noticing how close his and Three's face were. "N-no I'm not!" He huffed in irritation.

"Baka." Four's smile became bigger at the time Three said the line. "You are~" "OI! NOW YOU'RE JUST TEASING ME AGAIN!" SMG3 pushed both of his hands away with Four now laughing.

Hearing SMG4 laugh gave something what Three shouldn't have felt before. Something from that laugh, his smile, everything about it. Was special.

By the time Four stopped laughing, he shed a single tear. "I just like hearing that from you, all that I want to say is... thank you. And I'm sorry too" with Four fixing his position, and fingers fidgeting.

Ready to get hitten by bricks with cold responses, but never getting any. Three grabbed his right hand.

"You're welcome" He puts up a smile, but then the water from his eyes formed.

"And..."

"I'm sorry too..."

LEAVING YALL A CLIFF HANGER TAKE THAT!

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