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keenzinemugstudent · 3 months

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Trafalgar Law x Black reader. Let me mend your broken heart. (WARNING THIS IS LONG 😭 I'M SORRY)

You had feelings for your best friend Ace but he gets together with your stepsister Vivi Main while her ex-boyfriend Law sees this as a win-win situation. ⚠️ warning Angst, rejecte⚠️

Everyone is in University

You were in your room lying on your bed staring up at the ceiling, you feel your phone vibrate but you don't bother to pick it up, you already knew who it was, you just didn't want to answer, you just wanted to be left alone why didn't anyone understand that?

you look at the stuffed teddy bear that you got from Ace and throw it across the room near the trashcan hiding your face in your pillow.

"Y/n come on you're going to be late for work!"

Speak of the devil herself. You get out of bed opening the door, There stood your stepsister Vivi looking at you with a frown on her face.

"Vivi I took the day off why are you knocking on my door?"

"Oh well I wanted to see if you were feeling okay."

"I'm fine."

"You sure? Because Nami said you haven't been answering your phone and everyone was kind of worried?" You let out a tired groan.

"My phone was off didn't want to be bothered today." You say hoping she'd leave you alone but she just stood there still staring at you with a frown.

"You know if something is bothering you-"

"Like I said before I'm fine Vivi! So just leave me alone already damn it!"

She flinched at the tone in your voice, before she could say anything you closed the door in her face leaning on the door and letting out a loud sigh.

" Great now you've done it she's probably already texting Mom and telling her that I yelled at her for no reason."

You glance at your mirror and there is a picture of you and Ace at the fair making you feel sad all over again, there is a reason why you didn't want to answer any of your phone calls from your friends or from Ace

Flashback

"Huh?"

You stare at Ace who has a big grin on his face with a blush.

"I asked out Vivi isn't that great?"

When...when did you even-?

"After I got off work I asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend and she said yes I was surprised that she'd even consider a guy like me!

You just stare at him like not know how to process this information the feel your whole world go crashing down

"Y/n? Hey, you okay?"

"Uh yeah, I'm sorry but when did you even start liking Vivi?"

"I've kind of always liked her when she first moved into your place but I was too scared to really say anything."

Okay, that just made you feel even worse he's liked her since we were kids? When you first met Vivi and her dad, she was 14, you were 12 and Ace was 13 during those whole years growing up Ace never showed any interest in liking her at all at least that's what I thought.

"Does anyone else know?"

"Huh? Oh well, I guess everyone knows I told Marco, Sabo, and Luffy who then probably told his friends."

"And when was this? "

He looked at you with a nervous look on his face.

"Monday."

Monday?! So last week?!

I got up from the table Ace looked at you concerned.

"Y/n?"

"I'm sorry Ace I just remembered something really important came up I got to go oh uh but congrats on your new relationship!"

You give a thumbs up with a forced smile and speed walking out of the cafe he calls out to you but you are already out the door when you are out of sight of the cafe you hide in an ally way holding your chest and trying to breathe that's when the tears started to fall down your face the worse part it started to rain.

End Flashback

Maybe if you would have told him your feelings sooner but then again this was you vs Vivi we were talking about here. She was beautiful while you were just plain and boring, Nami said you were pretty too even the guys would say you were cute and any guy would like to have you as their girlfriend, pretty sure they just said all that to make you feel better. Even your own mom would boast about how great, smart, and beautiful Vivi was it would always hurt your feelings a bit because she made it clear she would wish Vivi was her real daughter instead of you she never said it but she sure as hell didn't try to hide.

"Hey! Y/n!"

You turn to see Nami running towards you with a really pissed-off look on her face if you got a closer look you could steam coming out of her ears.

"You idiot why the hell didn't you answer your phone?!

"Sorry, my phone wasn't working."

"For five days?! Bullshit!" She says stumping her foot on the ground you frown as people pass by seeing the two of us yelling some even whispered making you embarrassed.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry Nami look I didn't get any sleep last night and I'm here now so please let's just forget about it."

she didn't like that reply and grabbed your shoulders shaking you back and forth and making you dizzy.

"Forget? Are you kidding?! You hade us all worried and don't get me started on Ace-!"

"Nami-Swannnnnnn!!!!

"Not now Sanji I need to hey where'd she go?!" She stared at the spot you were standing in and noticed that you were gone.

"Y/N!!!!!!" People backed away from fear as the ginger was surrounded by fire she was pissed

((Now back to you))

You ran into a classroom hiding from the raging ginger-haired woman who definitely would kill you if she found you. As much as you loved Nami she was scary as hell when angered!

"I should have stayed my ass at home." You say not noticing the other person in the room until they spoke.

"Me and you both..."

you turn your head and see a man wearing a fur hat and a uniform sitting at the front desk holding a medical book your eyes widen when you realize who it is.

"L-law??"

Yep that right people the one and only Trafalgar Law another University student who you've seen around campus a couple of times but you also knew him as Vivi's ex-boyfriend.

"Hi." You gave an awkward wave still sitting on the floor.

"Let me guess hiding from your friends?

"Yeah, I kind of pissed one of them off sorry for interrupting."

"I haven't seen you on campus or at the music store, everything good?"

"Oh uh yeah just need to take a break from everything ya know? Wait how did you know I worked at the music store?" You didn't even think he would even notice you not show up to class let alone at your job. Hell, how did he know where you work?! He just gives you a shrug getting up from his sit walking towards you.

"I've passed by there a couple of times on my way home from the hospital."

"Oh, that makes sense!" You stood up dusting yourself off trying to look halfway decent.

I'd forgotten he worked at the hospital which is a couple of blocks away from your job Law had a name for himself at the hospital and on-campus people called him the surgeon of death which was pretty cool you didn't understand why Vivi broke up with him he was smart, cool and pretty hot if I do say so for myself. I mean the dude was tall had tattoos on his chest and arms pierced ears and a tan he also had bags under his eyes probably from lack of sleep but he was cute.

"Ah, so my reputation has reached that far huh?"

"Oh yeah! Luffy wouldn't stop talking about how awesome you were helping his grandpa at the hospital pretty impressive."

"Thanks even though you're not the first person to say that it's nice to hear it from you Y/n ya."

You feel your cheeks get warm at his comment which causes him to smirk at your flustered expression.

"W-well it's just I always thought you were pretty cool!"

"Oh really? Was that before or after I was dating your stepsister?" He asks leaning on the wall next to you you look at him surprised a bit that he didn't refer to Vivi as your sister like everyone else does even Ace does it he tries to get you to warm up to the idea of Vivi being your sister but you just really all up to it you respected her sure but you didn't see her as a sister.

"Before. Honestly, I was surprised that she broke up with you I mean you're a doctor for God's sake, and...." You glance up at him his grey eyes already looking at you.

"You're...kind of attractive."

You shyly look at the ground trying not to let him see how flustered you were he just gave a chuckle.

"Well thanks and don't worry you're not the first to say that, my friends also said the same thing but I didn't really care that much to be honest."

"What do you mean?"

"We only went out for 3 weeks it was fun but we weren't that serious."

"Huh but weren't you the one who asked her out?" He gave you a confused look crossing his arms.

"No, she actually asked me out."

He let out a scoff getting closer to the point where you could feel the warmth coming off him.

"I want to ask you something."

"Well I'll be stuck here for a while so ask away!"

"Is the reason why you just disappeared off the face of the earth because of fire fist right?" You flinch at the question and glare at him.

"No and last I check my relationship with Ace is none of your business."

he held up his hands in defense backward a bit.

"What do you know about me and Ace anyway?"

"I know you've had feelings for him for a while and now his dating Vivi."

Your face went from anger to embarrassment looking away from him he then gave a sigh.

"I don't blame you though when I found out I was kind of annoyed." You looked back at him confused.

"Why would you be annoyed? I thought you said it wasn't that serious so why do you care about who she dates?"

"You're right if it was anyone else I wouldn't have a problem with it but because she's with Fire fist knowing your feelings for him puts me in a bad mood."

He stepped closer now into your personal space, what he did next made you freeze. He moved his hand up and touched your cheek moving a braid from your face to see your eyes which were still puffy from crying all week.

"You shouldn't be crying over that idiot."

You didn't say anything but look at him feeling your heart beating fast he was making you feel nervous and his hand touching you didn't make it any better.

"Instead of wasting your time on him, you should find someone more suitable."

"Oh and who do you suggest Mr surgeon of Death?" You ask him in a mocking tone to cover up uneasiness. He looks into your eyes his thumb rubs your cheek leaning down a bit to the point both your noses touch my eyes widen thinking he is going to kiss me but he just backs away from you walking back to his desk to pick up his bag and books.

"After classes are over me meet me at th front gate yeah?"

all you could do was nod your head face still on face, he give a smirk walking passed you. Leaving you standing there like a statue.

What the hell was that?!?!

The whole day you couldn't get what happened out of your head. Why did he do that? Why did he touch my cheek? Was...was he flirting with me? No way!

"Y/n? Hey, pea for brains answer me!"

"Is she dead?"

"What? No, she's probably just exhausted!"

"Maybe she needs meat?"

"Luffy not everyone is a greedy glutton like you!!"

you felt someone flick your forehead making you snap out of your thoughts you looked up to see Luffy and Zorro standing in front of you.

"Finally the princess awakes from her slumber."

"Yeah, you were really out of it Y/n!"

Luffy wrapped his arms around you in a hug you just pat his head. You always thought of Luffy as a little brother and always used to babysit him when Ace and Sabo couldn't he even called you big sis once in a while. So he was probably bored that you weren't around to play with him or give him food.

"Sorry just haven't been getting any sleep."

Zoro gave you a frown arms crossed.

"That's why you didn't show up for the last couple of days?"

You nod

"Or answer any of our calls?"

Again you give a nod not looking him in the eye, he gives an annoyed sigh making you look at him he holds his head in his hand.

"Hey Luffy? Sanji said he had food waiting for you."

With that Luffy ran out of the room leaving you and the green-haired man alone he sat down next to you.

"I didn't want to say anything in front of Luffy but is this because of the whole Ace and Vivi thing?"

You hesitated but gave a nod no point in lying to Zoro of all people he could read you like a book.

"Geez Y/n I knew you were upset but-"

"I'm fine really it's just I'm still not sure how I didn't see it. "

"And you're upset we didn't tell you?"

"Maybe a little? I mean I know it's partially my fault too for not confessing my feelings sooner but it just had to be Vivi of all people like seriously?!"

"Yeah I was a little surprised too "

"So we good?" He looks back at you bumping against your shoulder you give a grin.

"Yeah just need a bit of space for a bit." He give a nod understanding he let out a yawn getting up from his seat.

"Okay, fair enough but fair warning Nami is still very pissed."

That made me shiver in fear of the image of Nami rage coming your way.

By the end of the day you turned and felt your heart drop to your stomach there at the gate stood Ace who was laughing and grinning at Vivi who stood there blushing with a smile on her face holding his arm tightly. You debating on walking towards them or trying to walk past them but then Ace would probably try to bomb you with multiple questions on why you didn't answer any of his texts or calls or why it didn't show up on campus you honestly did not want to deal with any of that today before you can turn around and head back the other way you heard someone called me for you.

"Oi! Y/n ya!"

You turn to see Law standing there waving his hand at you, you glance and see your friends (the straw hat crew Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Chopper, Nami, and Luffy) looking at you as well as the happy new couple. You nervously speed walk over to Law holding your books in your chest.

"Ready to go?"

"Uh, where are we going exactly?"

"You'll find out when we get there.

"Wow, what a subtle answer."

He noticed your hesitation it looked back behind you raising an eyebrow.

"Or would you rather be here and get a ride from the lovely couple?"

"Bike ride on the death trap it is then!"

You took the helmet out of his hand put it on then got on wrapping your arms around his waist. You stared back and you saw Vivi's confused and red face possibly from anger, your friends were also shocked but Ace's face looked lost and his mouth was open. That was the last thing you saw before Law sped off in an unknown direction far away from campus, away from your friends. The whole time he was going fast making you hold onto him tighter he glanced over at you.

"Alright then just try to hang on tight okay?"

You give a nod holding him tightly with eyes closed, you could have sworn you heard him give a small laugh over the wind. An hour went by before you knew it you were at the beach.

"You brought me to the beach?"

"Seemed like a great idea at the time." He helps you off the bike holding your hand you can't help but notice how warm his hand is or how much bigger they are compared to your own.

"Want some ice cream?"

"I didn't bring any money with me."

"I'm paying don't worry."

We got some ice cream and talked for a bit it was nice to clear your mind of everything and the ice cream was so good it was sweet of him to take you here but couldn't help but wonder why? I mean this is Law we are talking about here he's not nice for no reason right?

"How you feeling?"

"I'm okay, thank you for bringing me here, it was really sweet of you Law." You smile at him he gives a hmm looking to the side so you won't see him blush.

"I'm glad I could help but there's actually a reason why I wanted to bring you here."

We stopped by the shore you could hear the waves and feel the wind on your cheek it was nice.

"I have something to confess." You turn to look at him and he looks a bit nervous?

"Is everything okay Law?"

"Yeah just I know this is gonna sound a little bit weird but..." He rubs the back of his neck not looking at you he was silent for a couple of minutes before clearing his throat.

"Y/n I like you, will you go out with me?" You stood there silently blinking up at him.

"Huh? Huh?!?!

"I'm guessing you weren't expecting that?"

"Of course I wasn't expecting that!" You stared up at him face flustered from his bold confession, like come on what kind of guy asks out his ex-girlfriend's step-sister? It's like I'm in a TV drama or something!

"Yeah, sorry guess that was stupid."

"Oh no no of course It's not stupid! It's just a bit of a surprise!" You rub your arm looking down at the ground face getting even more warm than before this was a lot to handle.

"We don't have to go out right this moment but I want to get to know more about you, if that's okay with you?" He took off his hat so you could get a better look at his face he had a soft expression and a look of determination, your heart was beating fast from this like super fast, were you having a heart attack? No of course not! But you didn't know what to say to him and besides it would be so awkward.

"You don't have to say yes...But I want you to know one thing." He took a step closer to you gently grasping your hand into his own.

"I'm not doing this because of Vivi. What I said before was true I don't care about her or who she dates."

"But...why? Why me of all people?"

"Because I like you Y/n, I know it's not much but please just give me a chance."

"I just don't know, don't get me wrong I'm flattered that you decided to confess your feelings but aren't you worried about what everyone else will say?" He let out a small laugh.

"I could give a damn about what they say but let me guess you're worried about what Vivi will say? Or is it because of Ace?" You frown at the mention of Ace.

"Ace is someone I care about and I know I may sound pathetic when I say this but I can't help but still like him."

"It's not pathetic. You have a right to feel that way, no one has the right to tell you otherwise." You couldn't help but give a tiny smile at his words.

"Though I'm still a bit upset about him and Vivi I have to accept the fact that he will never see me in that way."

"So I'm willing to accept your offer." You stared at him with a shy smile. He raised an eyebrow staring down at you with a smirk on his face.

"Oh really?"

You give a nod still holding his hand but this time having a tighter hold.

"Mmh I want to get to know more about you too Law, so please let's get to know each other okay?" He lifts up your hand to his lips and gives your knuckles a gentle kiss causing you to blush.

"Sounds good to me Y/n."

"Woah there boy you keep this up and I might pass out!"

"Don't worry sweetheart I'll take care of you I wouldn't be a good boyfriend or doctor if I let you pass out."

"B-Boyfriend?! Hey now I thought we were supposed to be taking things slow!"

"We are and I'll start by mending your broken heart."

Wow I guess I am now in a relationship with Trafalgar Law, oh boy something tells me this year is going to be crazy I just wonder how everyone's gonna react to this

(with the crew)

"Hey Nami?"

"What's up Usopp?"

"I bet you 50 bucks Law took Y/n on a date."

"Eh? Nah make it 200!"

"I don't have that much! I'm broke!"

To be continued maybe? I honestly have a lot of fun writing this I kept having a lot of writer's block cuz of Life kicking me in the ass so I'm happy I was able to finish this it took me a couple of months but it's done I hope everyone who reaches liked it so far sorry if there's a couple of grammar and spelling mistakes

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cookingforsatoru · 1 year

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c.w; smut

♡⁠˖⁠⑅ ft. Chifuyu Matsuno short imagines

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Felt like imagining f!reader sucking softie!chifuyu's dick, him moaning and whimpering EVERYTIME you stroke your mouth and hands to his big and pinkish cock. His mom is just beside his room but even so he's still pretty loud in all your doing. Begging you to stop but you know he don't really mean it, so you won't. He cums on your cleavage or your mouth, after you two are done with that session, you'll have your cuddling rituals now, let's say you'll be the big spoon for now, and let him get his rest and fuck you later ♡

#chifuyu matsuno #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu x reader #tokyo revengers smut #chifuyu smut #chifuyu x fem!reader #☆~⁠ vivi's imagines

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pupyuj · 1 year

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if you're conjuring up moon girl thoughts.. please some for mother vivi 🙏😁

anon i hope you know that i couldn't stop thinking about vivi while working—

she's very much giving soft dom, yes, but she's also super possessive and overprotective over you in a more lowkey way that it doesn't turn you off idk if that makes sense but 🫠🫠 like yea she asks "who was that?" every time she sees you talking to someone that wasn't her or the girls but her voice is so soft that it's not threatening at all 😭 her eyes always say otherwise though,, like she's glaring and frowning at whoever had the gall to check you out and flirt with you in front of her face while you're telling her about them 😭😭 and then she keeps you close to her all night 💕 hand around your waist and kissing your cheek or neck every few minutes with a smirk on her face knowing all the people that are interested in you are heartbroken to know that you were with her 😵‍💫

she has her own mommy kink 😭 every time you say "mommy" while she's fingering you or accidentally use it outside of sex, she just melts 😭😭😭 showering you with so many kisses across your body and moves her fingers faster bcs she knows it'll make you say it again,, staring at you with anticipation while you throw your head back in pleasure.. she waits and she waits and when you say it again, she's just smiling and once again going faster 😵‍💫😵‍💫

maybe it's just me but if vivi's feeling absolutely batshit crazy over you either bcs you look so good in the outfit she put together for you or bcs someone has tried picking you up AGAIN.. she could be into exhibitionism omg... like literally sneaking a hand underneath your skirt to grab your ass while around people, would even tug your panties down a bit and feel your wet cunt with her fingers,,, sure she feels bad bcs you were so embarassed being touched in public like that but she had to let people know you were hers ☹️☹️☹️

but she doesn't actually fuck you out in the open 🫣 altho she will never hesitate to bend you over the public bathroom sinks and finger you from behind 🤤🤤 so obsessed with the way you spread yourself open for her, even though you hated that there was literally someone inside one of the stalls just probably feeling so awkward hearing you get fucked out of your mind 🤭 call her mommy again and oh god she will literally drag you inside a stall just to eat you out and overstim you until your eyes roll to the back of your head and you're begging her for a break...

#loona smut #loona x reader #loona imagines #vivi smut #vivi x reader #fem reader #vivi imagines #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group smut

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mspoisoncoil · 8 months

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Got bored. Then started brain rotting again. Though the idea wasn't original nor was it the first time I thought of the idea. I'm just now writing though.

One Piece x F!Reader

Title:Just my luck

Summary

➥The crew failed to understand how much information Crocodile could get his hands on, which leads to the unfortunate fate of their little guest.

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[Y/n] guessed it was gonna happen, well.. Eventually at least. When she first blinked and found herself suddenly facing the sea, behind her being an entire forest where a small cottage resided. She lived fairly well after the initial confusion, being adopted by a sweet little grandpa and a warm-hearted grandma who lived alone. Their blood-related children were surprised at the abrupt appearance of [Y/n], though quickly warmed up to the woman.

She had a suspicion that it was the anime series, 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚, that she suddenly appeared in. Though her suspicion solidified when her eyes caught sight of a wanted poster, one of the characters she favored most being one of them. With the same hat on his head and the same grin she grew fond of....... Ace

(E/c) colored eyes stared at the piece of rough paper, stuck and pinned to the villages bulletin board. It was delivered by the news coo just this morning and had been pinned there by one of the villagers, probably..

Ace's bounty poster and the fact that her adoptive grandpa gifted her a den-den mushi.. A very ugly one at that.., further proved that she was correct. She is in the world of one piece, and thus, she has to make a decision. Sacrifice her domestic life here on Sail Island, or assist the main characters in their troubles, while also saving other characters as well?

She doesn't know, if she suddenly became a widely known figure in this brutal world, it would bring more danger to her, her adoptive family and this island. Where she made new memories.. Made new friends.. Met new people.. Had a break from the suffocating environment of the real world she believed she'd be pulled back to.

But alas, every good thing had an end, right?. The day she'd embark on a journey to someplace else, possibly trying to find the crew or just to find her own adventure, would mark a new chapter in her life here. And she'd wait for it, with an open mind and sweet smile. Although she hadn't considered the possibility of the crew themselves coming on her island, it was a surprise but it was nice..

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 [𝘏/𝘤] 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯.

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘸 [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 [𝘌/𝘤] 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵.

[𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰. 𝘈𝘴 [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯. 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘐𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘶��𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 78 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘚𝘰-*𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦*—𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.. " 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦]'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘰. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 [𝘏/𝘤] 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘠𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦]. [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦], 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘢 𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘰"

𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦], 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦]. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩. [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵-𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦], 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵'𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴? 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺."

𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯. "𝘠𝘢'𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩'𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘮'𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨". 𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥. 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯. " 𝘖𝘐! 𝘐𝘛'𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘖𝘓𝘋 𝘎𝘌𝘌𝘡𝘌𝘙!!" 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘴-𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮, 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

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That was the mark she'd been waiting for, when [Name] first stepped on Merry, she frowned inside. Remembering all too clearly how Merry passed away, how she cried when her own crew fought each other. [Name] kept to herself, even when the crew welcomed her with open arms, except for a green-haired swordsman of course. She eventually found out what timeline they were in, pre-timeskip. And she was accompanying them on their way to Alabasta, a week after they left Drum Island.

[Name] was a quiet one, solemnly ever smiling or laughing at any of Usopp's prided jokes nor Luffy's attempts to get her to grin a little. They rarely ever saw her as well, staying cooped up in her temporarily shared room with Nami, that or she was sitting in the crows nest, near Nami's tangerines or somewhere else the crew has yet to find her in.

When they arrived at Alabasta, [Name] was tightlipped and ignored the familiar scenes she used to coo at. Keeping to herself, repeating again and again how she couldn't afford to get attached, not to a crew like them, or any other crew.. All she is supposed to do is save characters and assist the crew on their journey. Then as fast as she appeared in their life, she'd be gone.. Yeah.. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰..

But those things are easier said than done, She didn't expect it to go this way. When the crew had seperated from her, telling her that she was safer if the Barouqe works didn't know she was with them. She agreed, nodding her head silently as she stepped back and walked away. Vivi frowned at the sight of [Name]'s back, feeling as if they were abandoning someone they brought along themselves. Though the crew didn't think much of it, she was a crewmember now, she was more helpless than Nami was so they can't risk endangering her.

It was a decision Luffy firmly disagreed on at first, but eventually gave in at the thought of his new crewmember being hurt. Fully aware of how weak [Name] was.

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[𝘌/𝘤] 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘳𝘺, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

[𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦] 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘨𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘩'𝘴.

𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 �� 70% 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 60% 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 [𝘏/𝘤] 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘢�� 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 [𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦]'𝘴 𝘵𝘰-𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵..

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Getting knocked out and sacked on the head was more painful than you imagine, [Name] groaned as she had the ugly hat ripped off of her. Blinking as she opened her eyes, '𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩.. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬' [Name] whispered to herself, body forcefully shoved into a kneeling position as she raised her head. Quickly meeting gazes with an 8ft tall beast.

Crocodile was intrigued, humming as he slightly tilted his head down. Taking note of the blank expression the woman had, even after being kidnapped. Soon crouching down, arms on his knees as he raised his hook up to [Name]'s chin. Tilting the girls head up.

"They really took you in? " He asked, towards not [Name] but towards Robin, the woman confirmed, hand on her hip as she stared down at [Name]. The younger woman moving her gaze over, the same stoic expression still present. "Do tell, why they let someone as feeble as you on their ship? " the man asked. Now to [Name], receiving only silence in return.

Finding himself amused at the woman he stood up straight and turned his back to the kneeling girl, speaking to Robin as he walked out of the room. "Make her spit out everything she knows about'em. Do whatever you want after" he said. Leaving behind Robin, who turned her head towards [Name] before dropping the grin she wore. Soon following Crocodile out.

When [Name] was dragged into a room, she didn't expect Mr. 3 to walk in, overflowing with determination. After trying to make her snitch on the crew, he walked out, frustrated as he slammed the door shut. That was shorter than [Name] had expected it to be. Admittedly, she had poked fun of him, which he didn't like.

She doesn't wanna recall it, but a lower agent approached her, snaking his hands on where they weren't supposed to be and ended up with a broken nose. Getting infuriated as he commanded some Barouqe workers to feed her to the Bananawani's. Mocking the woman when she squirmed in the hold of two men, soon finding herself attempting to hold her breath long enough.

⟬↦ [NAME] POV ↤ ⟭

I forced myself to keep it in my lungs, struggling to keep it that way as my vision blurred. Dark spots appearing before enlarging. Should I have stayed on my island? Should I have refused their offer to join? But I couldn't.. Not when he looked at me and expected my answer to be yes.

I found myself letting go of my breath when I noticed a silhouette appear above the water, an agitated look on his face as he turned away and shouted. It was Crocodile.. But if being caught by him was a way to get out of this place then I'd rather be imprisoned by him than being surrounded by ugly crocodiles. Or were they alligators?.. I don't care. But I did care when my vision went black and I felt water being moved, feeling a big snout on my back pushing me to the top of the water.

I'll rest for a bit, it'll be fine.. No matter what, me being here wouldn't have a big effect of what will happen.

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Crocodile grinned at the sight of Luffy reaching out to him with a sneer, only to fall limply to the floor as the Sea prism stone took affect. Getting annoyed at the repeated sound of metal clashing with metal, soon slightly shouting at Zoro that his actions wouldn't result to anything. Causing the swordsman to scowl at him.

I'm skipping most of the parts so yeah, after a while of chatting with the warlord, Vivi came bursting in, shouting at the taller man before attacking him. Least to say his head exploded into sand surprising everyone, Vivi was soon pushed down to the ground where Crocodile looked down on her.

Her eyes went wide with shock as she stared at the sight in front of her. The crew had not yet seen it, with how Vivi was thrown to the opposite side and with the table cloth and Chair obscuring their view. The caged hostages flinched when Vivi suddenly shouted out a name, a name the crew was horrified to hear.

"[NAME]!!"

Crocodile grinned, getting off the table Vivi had once stood on and kicked the chair away. Revealing a sight the crew hated to see, [Name] was on the ground, back turned towards the cage the crew and a singular marine was in. Her hands on display in front of their eyes, held together by sea prism stone.

She was 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 in water, hair clumping together as the liquid was yet to dry, clothes damped and sticking to her body, even worse? 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, the red liquid was puddled around your stomach, drenching the woman's shirt as she laid there, limp as Vivi placed her hands on the woman's shoulder, the other hand pushing back hair that covered her face. Only to be more mortified as she saw dried blood from your lips down to your chin.

"Patched her up, irritated one of my lackeys and made them stab her in the gut. Stupid woman, doesn't know when to do as she's told." Crocodile said, talking through the cigar he had in his mouth. This was their first mistake, had they not left you maybe you would've been safe, maybe you wouldn't have been stabbed.

[Name] opened her eyes to see Vivi crying, biting her lip as she held back a sob. The woman could faintly hear the crew shouting profanities at Crocodile, even though he did nothing wrong.. Well... Besides kidnapping you of course, it was mainly Luffy, Nami, Sanji and Zoro that cursed at Crocodile, any other voices she couldn't comprehend anymore. Realizing she'd be a dead weight to the crew and their escape as well as their plan to save Alabasta, the bleeding woman frowned closing her eyes as she thought to herself.

'Just my luck.. '

#one piece #reader insert #x reader #fem reader #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d. luffy #nami #usopp #op vivi #i forgot Vivi's last name

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aww-alice · 2 years

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LOONA x fem!Reader - Princess of the Sun

A poem in which the sun princess Y/N has to make a decision which moon princess to marry. <3

warning: suggestive

The princess of the sun opens her eyes

She shines upon the world, she brings the sunrise

The darkness of the night makes way for her light

As she is ecstatic for the events of tonight

A ceremony long awaited

A galaxy of days and nights will be created

As the Sun and the Moon entangle together

And golden rings signify their “forever”

Although first , she has to choose

With which princess the ceremony ensues

For the moon’s princess isn’t just one,

They’re twelve, and they all love the sun.

Is she going to choose princess HeeJin?

The one who’s hand is always reaching

Bringing Y/N’s fingers to her lips

And kissing them softly, causing an eclipse .

And if not, will it be princess HyunJin?

With whom she truly loves indulging

In countless, abundant pleasures

The one who makes her feel so treasured ?

She could go for princess HaSeul,

The one who takes her on adventures in the castle

And any time that princess Y/N would cry,

She would fill up with stars the entire night sky .

Ecstatic for her choice is also princess Vivi,

With whom she entrusts herself so freely,

Since there’s never any hint of doubt

Cause that’s what true love is all about .

At that moment, in her mind appears princess Yeojin,

And all the countless moments they spent watching

Over the whole endless Universe, and yet

It’s only princess Y/N that she wanted to get .

For princess Kim Lip, she feels a great adoration

As she introduces her to so many sensations ,

Especially in the crystal moonlit abyss

As their lips lock into an eternal kiss .

And then, there is princess Jinsoul,

The one that adores to take control .

Of Y/N’s pretty body, leaving moonlight on her skin

Always and forever lighting a fire within .

In her heart sparkles princess Choerry,

Glorious, celestial, like a fairy .

Her lips taste like candy, her fingers taste like cherries,

Princess Y/N is her sunshine and the one she wants to marry.

Princess Yves’ adoring eyes appear in her mind

And the burning desire when their hands entwine .

As graceful as Yves is as she is kind,

She loves to tell princess Y/N “You’re mine.”

She touches her lips as she thinks of princess Chuu,

There aren’t many things as pretty as those two .

Lips softly pressing against each other, oh yes, it is true,

That to make princess Y/N happy, there’s nothing Chuu wouldn’t do.

Princess Gowon, her moonlight shining,

On the sun’s princess, their destinies aligning .

All the things she whispers in Y/N’s ear

Makes sparkles all around them appear .

And finally, princess Olivia, the one

Who always melts the heart of the princess of the sun .

The one with which she’s spent the most nights together,

The princess that swore she’d adore her forever .

And finally, she’s made the decision.

It is time to uphold the tradition.

“Are you ready, princess Y/N?” asked the Cosmos, “With your decision as to who you’ll marry?”

“Yes, dear Cosmos,” Y/N smiled gracefully.

“I am ready.” 💖☀️

#loona imagines #loona fanfiction #loona scenarios #loona x reader #loona x fem reader #heejin imagines #hyunjin imagines #haseul imagines #yeojin imagines #vivi imagines #kim lip imagines #jinsoul imagines #choerry imagines #yves imagines #chuu imagines #gowon imagines #olivia hye imagines

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yourlocalcomfortcafe · 2 years

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{+ Kyoko Kirigiri with a secretly curvy S/O +}

=========================== Summary: Kyoko came home late from work and visited your dorm getting surprised by how well your outfit fits you.

Notes: Posted from my old Tumblr [The city of horrors] hope yall liked it i edited it a little

Warnings: None, Correct me if I'm wrong ========================

- She came back late from work and she decided to vist your dorm

Kyoko left a knock on your dorm door waiting for you to answer.

“ Who is it? “ You yelled from behind the door، possiblitys flowing through your mind on who it could be.

“ Kyoko. Can you open the door please? “ Kyoko replied bluntly

“ Oh! Of course! “ You quickly opened the door, You were wearing a tight tank top, With leggings that showed your curves well. You caught kyoko incredibly off guard,

“ O-Oh! You look quite nice S/O- “ She tried keeping her composure as she was blushing furiously, eyes slightly wider

“ Eh? Are you alright Kyo? “ You asked tilting your head to the side, quite suprised of her sudden reaction

She cleared her throat while she regained her composure, “ Yes of course, May i come in? “

“ Oh! Of course! “ You move to the side to let her come in as she walked it swiftly closing the door behind her “ Shall I get you some food? You must be hungry after a long day at work? “ You asked walking to the kitchen

“ That would be nice, Thank you S/O “ Kyo said looking at you, glancing at your body from time to time.

“ Here, I made this earlier today. “ You said placing the plate of ( Random food ) onto the table infront of Kyoko, then you kissed her head as you sat infront of her. “ How was your day S/O? “ Kyoko said as she tried to make conversation

“ It was really nice! I recently bought this new tank top and it seems that your really like it, “ You said laughing lightly

“ I suppose you are correct. They do look quite nice on you, “ She said finishing her plate putting it away, “ Shall we go to bed Kyo? “ You asked staring at your girlfriend lovingly “ That would be nice, “ Kyoko said yawning

{Timeskip, Just a few minutes}

You and Kyoko were sitting on your bed together enjoying eachothers company quietly in eachothers arms.

“ Hey S/O? “ Kyoko spoke suddenly, as she tilted her head slightly down to see you

“ Hm? Yes Kyo? “ You replied looking up her

“ You look really nice in these clothes. You should wear it more often, It suits your body well. “ She said stroking your hair with one hand and wrapping her other hands around your waist.

“ Oh- Th- Thanks Kyo- “ You said blushing hiding your face in her chest.

“ Ah! Its quite late you should go to sleep S/O, “ She told you with a soft soothing voice

“ Fine fine, Goodnight Kyo. “ You said snuggling into her, feeling quite comforted by her warmth.

“ Goodnight S/O “ Kyoko answered kissing the top of your head. Snuggling into your head

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Hope you all enjoyed this, i am hoping for some requests at the moment.

#kyoko kirigiri #kyoko kirigiri x reader #Danganronpa #Danganronpa V1 #reader insert #x fem reader #The comfort cafe #Danganronpa x reader #Fanfiction #Kyoko x reader #for you #have a nice day #Requests?#-Vivi writes

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sweeterthanficstion · 11 days

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— take me back to eden || l.s.k

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader --- fem pronouns are not used, but written with fem!reader in mind. reader is afab

tags: high school au, college au, re2r leon -> re4r leon pipeline, childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, smut, a fuck ton of yearning MDNI 18+, male masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex (don't be silly, guys), loss of virginity, hand job, cunnilingus sort of, creampie, praise kink, breeding kink if you squint (sorry...) porn with plot, porn with feelings (like. too many feelings it's sort of gross)

summary: You try to desperately reignite an old friendship with Leon before high school wraps up. What starts out as a simple effort to mend things blossoms into something you couldn't have anticipated. But as summer ends, Leon’s moving away for College, leaving you in Raccoon City. Or so you thought.

word count: 10k ish

a/n: gosh, hi, it's been a while!! i've been fighting writer's block for nearly a year, and it definitely was NOT part of my plan to post leon smut before the knight fic, but cough ovulation week cough and uh.. this happened? big thanks to cressie for feeding the brainworms, and vivi for cheering me on, and of course eva for encouraging me to write again <33

also for the sake of my own sanity we're gonna pretend kairo was released in the 1990s because i just REALLY wanted them to watch kairo. and if you can catch all the song/movie references i make throughout this you'll get a gold star, anyway, enjoy! <3

playlist ⭑ masterlist ⭑AO3

If someone offered Leon a thousand dollars to pinpoint exactly where in the timeline of your friendship you’d grown apart, he wouldn’t be able to. Maybe it was just fate taking her course, friends growing apart. He’s tried to make peace with it, chalking it up to the inevitability of growing apart, another lesson in the long list of things he’s had to learn to accept.

But it doesn’t stop him from missing you. More than he’s willing to admit, even to himself.

Between college applications and finals, Leon’s life is already at full capacity, he’s fast-tracking, tunnel vision set on finishing senior year and getting into Stanford so he can get the hell out of Raccoon City. And he’s got it, he’s got this.

But then there you are, barrelling back into his life with all the force of something impossible to ignore, as if you’d never really left his orbit, as if the universe decided it wasn’t quite done with the two of you yet. Your smile hasn’t changed, still sweet and sticky like molasses. It’s disarming when you ask if he can tutor you, voice light and breezy, as if no time has passed between you at all— just a few sessions here and there! You tell him, just to save you from failing another semester of chemistry.

He agrees nearly blindly, the words out of his mouth before he has time to think them through.

It has been so long since you’d even talked to him properly, anything other than a ‘hi’ or a ‘bye’ muttered in the school hallways before you’re whisked away by your friends. He’s honestly elated you’d approached him at all—he tried not to show it, though.

And he did great the first few sessions. Sure, it was more than awkward at first—but Leon was partly thankful for it. It left little room for him to entertain the idea of staying friends with you again for long. You’d create a simple routine together wherein you’d come over to his place, he’d teach you everything from organic to physical chemistry, then you’d bid him goodnight and leave. Simple. Predictable. Routine.

But then you started to break that routine, a variable that he hadn’t accounted for. You’d kick his foot under the dining table while you worked on homework together, laugh at his jokes even when they’re painfully bad because you think it’s cute. Then when you have to migrate upstairs after his parents come home from work, you’d settle onto his bed, glancing around his room and teasing him about how little he’d changed—still the same movie posters, still the same boy you once knew.

You tell him about your day, he tells you about his, then you’ll go as far as to stay a little longer some nights, both of you acutely aware of the time but not doing a thing about it.

He finds with time, he’s learnt to enjoy your company again. It isn’t so tense, no longer like walking on the glass shards of your previously shattered relationship. It’s easier now, as if none of the vast ocean separating you was ever there to begin with. He tries not to dwell on the fact that this newfound relationship is built entirely on the twenty dollar bill you hand him each night.

Then one night Leon’s mother invites you to stay for dinner, he expects you to politely decline, hand him the twenty dollar bill for the tuition, and leave.

But much to Leon’s surprise, you don’t.

It’s catalytic, like a domino effect that he’s helpless against stopping. It gets so much worse when you offer to stay behind to help clean up. All but glowing as you strike up casual conversation with his mother, as if you’d never stopped visiting over the past six years. You’re a sweet talker, always have been, you compliment his mother on her cooking, ask her for the recipe, she tells you you’ll just have to come over and help her make it one night. You laugh, meeting Leon’s gaze as you tell her you just might have to.

God, Leon’s so fucked.

Absolutely fucked when he catches himself thinking about you in the middle of class, eyes trained like a hawk on the door to the classroom, waiting to see if you’ll show or not. You don’t. He’s not really surprised. He finds he doesn’t exactly mind though. Frankly, it’s none of his business whether you show or not, and a part of him likes the extra attention he gets out of it when you ask him all the questions you’d know if you did show up to classes while he’s tutoring you.

You’ll have your pen between your teeth like you always do, run a hand through your hair as you watch him work, bat those stupidly pretty eyelashes at him when you don’t understand what he’s trying to say.

“None of this is making sense,” You huff, shoving your head into your hands, elbows braced on his dining room table.

You catch the glimpse of sympathy that flashes across Leon’s face when you peek at him through your fingers, and eternally cringe at how you must look.

“Just one more chapter, then we’ll be done.” He promises, tapping the eraser end of his pencil on your notebook.

He’s got that boyish smile on his lips when you meet his gaze, his thin-framed glasses perched atop his face make him look so much cuter than you remember him being when you were kids.

Your heart constricts in the familiar way it always does nowadays. A sickening reminder that you have a secret; closely guarded in your heart, tucked away by lock and key. You’re in love with your best friend.

Well, your once best friend. The term "best friends" feels outdated, like it belongs to a version of you that no longer exists. It’s partly your fault— well, mostly your fault. The rift between you didn’t just appear; you carved it out with every sorry excuse you’d made at fourteen when you’d chosen your flashy new friends over time spent with Leon.

But what were you to do? Middle school turned to High School and you’d gone from the sad lonely girl at the back of the class to someone worth looking at.

And Leon? Well, you convinced yourself he was only dragging you down, or that’s what you told yourself to help to ease the guilt every time you brushed him off.

Was it shitty of you to pay your way back into his life? Yeah, but you’re also sort of a coward when it comes to confrontation. There were a million better ways to try to fix what you broke, but here you are, handing Leon twenty bucks a week for a chance to be close to him again.

Either way life moves on, and you find yourself falling for him. Stupidly, helplessly, completely.

Leon finds he’s drowning just as you are.

He’s so far past the point of just fucked. He’s utterly infatuated at this point. You’re stunning, every bit as beautiful as the word allows, beautiful as he watches you across the gym at a morning assembly. You’re busy talking to one of those jocks on the football team, Calvin? Chris? He can’t remember, he doesn’t care. Or that's what he tells himself.

He cares. He cares entirely too much, especially when you curl a lock of your hair around your finger, smiling at whatever bullshit Chris must be spouting with that mouth of his. Leon sinks into his seat further, diverts his attention to the front of the auditorium, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you. He’s desperate to ignore what definitely seems like you flirting with someone who definitely isn’t himself.

He’s not jealous though, Leon isn’t jealous. ‘Course not.

That’s what he repeats to himself later that night, alone in his bed when his hand curls around the length of his hard dick, tip weeping as he gives a pitiful tug, teeth sunk into his bottom lip.

He tries incredibly desperately to stifle the whine that bubbles up his throat, hand moving on its own accord as his eyes flutter shut. He doesn’t even realise he’s holding his breath until he starts getting light headed, too caught up chasing his own high. He comes embarrassingly fast, one, two, three, four more pumps and he’s done for, your name the last thing on his lips.

Leon swallows thickly before the crushing reality that he’d imagined you as he came fills him with a burst of shame. He tries to push the thought aside as quickly as it comes, groaning as he moves to sit on the edge of his bed.

Yeah. He’s fucked.

A few weeks later, Leon finds himself sitting on the bleachers after class. He wouldn’t be caught dead out here less than a few weeks ago, but you had given him such a sweet smile when you’d told him you had cheer practice, asked him if he’d be okay waiting just a little before going back to his place for tuition.

It’s not so bad, he thinks, as he flicks through the songs on his cheap mp3 player. But even with that distraction, you’re far more captivating. You're dazzling, to say the least—dress glimmering under the afternoon sun as you go through your routine. Leon watchs and tries not to stare.

It’s when you walk up to him though, all but shimmering, glowing under golden hour, that it hits him like a freight train all at once. He’s fallen horrifically far from his pedestal, what he feels for you now is so much more than what he did for you as kids. Not just as a friend, and yet much more than a schoolboy crush.

The next few events unfold very quickly—you sit down next to him on the bleachers, the skin of your thigh pressing to his where your dress rides up. He freezes, his own skin flushing a shade of pink that he hopes goes unnoticed. You press your ear against his headset, stick your tongue out between your lips as if you’re in dire concentration, trying to hear what’s playing.

“What’re you listening to?” You ask when you pull away, pushing the headset off his head before you slide them over your own ears.

You light up at what you hear, “The Smiths? Seriously, Leon, you have not changed.”

He rolls his eyes, running a hand through his hair to fix it from where your hands had mused it. “They’re good,” His voice is soft despite the protest in his tone. It’s then, you realise, that he’s blushing.

Cute, cute, cute, you think. There is a particular warmth that blossoms in your chest seeing him like this, one that only Leon can really elicit.

You smile brighter, “Yeah, I know. I love The Smiths.”

Leon looks starstruck. Of course you do.

It doesn’t stop there, much to Leon’s own disappointment. He’d hoped after the school year was over you’d go back to not talking to him, and he could move past this and never think about it again (yeah, as if).

But you don’t. At this point he should just stop wishing for anything at all. Clearly the universe is working against him in the fickle way it always has.

You call him every few nights, ask how he is, what he’s doing, if he’s busy. Things friends would ask each other. Do you count as friends? Leon would like to think so. But then again, he probably shouldn’t be picturing a friend’s face when he’s tugging at his own dick.

You should come over sometime. You say over the phone one night, voice sweet even over the shitty receptor of his home landline. His back straightens a little at your words, the lilt in your voice, as he leans against the counter in his kitchen.

He imagines you lying on your bed, feet kicked up as you hold your flashy new flip-phone between your shoulder and your ear. He wonders what you’re wearing.

Hello? Your voice crackles, and he’s immediately pulled from his thoughts. C’mon, it’s not that bad of an idea. You laugh on the other end.

He hesitates. Yes, yes, yes, his mind screams at him. Well, I mean… what for?

Lame fucking answer.

Do I need a reason to invite my friend over?

He goes a little rigid at that, mulling over his next words as he feels heat climb up his neck. So we’re friends again now?

The line goes quiet for so long he’s sure you’ve abandoned your phone and left the line open. He nearly hangs up, letting out a sigh as he goes to rehook the landline back on the wall before your voice filters through at the last minute.

Of course we are, silly! Well, I mean— I know the secret Kennedy pasta recipe now.

He smiles then. That you do.

When Leon gets to your place, the cold Summer night air is sharp against his skin. He’s barely touched the doorbell when the front door swings open, the wide smile on your face is contagious—a spontaneous reaction sets off in his heart.

“Hi,” You grin.

“Hey,” He greets, albeit a little awkwardly.

You’re endeared, to say the least.

You lead him through the familiar hallways of your home, past family photos he’s seen countless times before, into the family media room, tucked away at the back of the house. It hasn’t changed much from the last time he was here—God, what was that? Six, eight years ago?—he recalls fond memories of escaping your parent’s annual Christmas parties to watch Christmas Mountain while snuggled up on the couch together instead.

“What about that one?” You hum, legs pulled up onto the large plush sofa in your media room, tucking your knees under your chin as you wave a hand at one of the titles in the box of your father’s old DVDs.

“You wanna watch Kairo?” Leon sounds amused, pulling the title out of the box before handing it to you.

You shrug, flipping the case over in your hand, honestly having no idea what the movie is about or what you’re getting yourself into. You just want him to pick a damn movie and get on with it. He’s always been like this, indecisive and hesitant about most things—you’ve always been the opposite, headstrong and impulsive. Yet, the two of you have always been tied together with a gold thread of string, your mother likes to say so, anyway.

You and Leon. Leon and You. An apple and an orange, not the same yet still belonging side by side.

It’s Leon’s voice that pulls you back to the present, taking the case from your hands before he cracks it open and insert the disc it into the silver DVD player. The screen flickers to life, and you quit chasing the DVD logo with your gaze as it bounces across the screen to fish for the TV remote as Leon joins you on the couch.

He sits at the opposite end, and you’re acutely aware of the distance he’s put between the both of you. You’re not surprised at how your heart sinks at the implications of his actions.

Leon finds the remote before you do, silence settling over the room like thick fog as he flicks through the DVD menu. You will yourself not to get too freaked out by the eerie music or the haunting silhouette of the girl pressed against the screen.

“I didn’t think you liked horror movies,” Leon muses, not really meeting your gaze as he flicks through to press play. “Most people I know say it’s not all that great but—” And he rambles. God, he rambles and you want to kiss his stupid mouth shut.

The first thirty minutes of the movie are slow but not short of horrifying. You’re not sure if you’re thankful or frustrated when all Leon does is talk about SFX or behind the scene cuts, or how they did this and how they did that —endearingly sweet in a way that makes your heart flutter. You’re semi-grateful for the distraction.

He’s a sweetheart in every sense of the word, asking if you’re okay after you startle from a jumpscare. Partially annoyed until you realise he’s not even teasing you. You find it twice as sweet, though, when you notice him all but staring at you in your periphery.

Charming blue eyes that set you a little more on edge.

“The movie’s on the screen, not my face,” You tease, finally meeting his gaze when you glance back at him, kicking him across the couch playfully.

He swallows, praying for the upteenth time that you don’t notice the burning of his skin he feels at getting caught, before he glances back at you.

“I mean, I think I’d much rather look at you than the movie,” He shoots back, the honesty in his voice surprising even himself.

The air leaves his lungs the moment you turn to look at him, nearly giving yourself whiplash. Leon’s sure he should find this moment awkward, scary, any number of things, but he’s too distracted. You’re so tempting, sweet doll eyes, lashes that kiss your cheeks as you smile at him, and again, he finds himself starstruck.

Your gaze holds his for a moment longer than it should, a gentle tilt of your head and he’s done for. The teasing smile lingering on your lips slips into something softer, the room feels smaller, the space between you even more so.

“You alright?” You hum, you’re not even sure what you’re saying, you can’t hear your own voice over the blood thrumming in your ears.

Leon doesn’t really hear you either, he tries to, he does, but then your gaze drops to his lips and— God, is this happening? He’d ask you to pinch him if his voice wasn’t stuck in his damn throat.

You search his face, trying to find any hint of jest, but all you see is the way his eyes linger on you, tracing the curves of your lips, the line of your jaw. For the first time in a long time you find yourself nervous to kiss a boy. There’s a current between you, energy fizzling in a way that pricks your skin—fireworks, and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

Before you can give yourself the chance to second guess it, you close the distance, your lips brushing against his. His breath hitches, and you smile against his lips, a gentle hand cupping his jaw, curling into his soft hair. The rest of the room drowns out, all he can hear is his heart beating in his ears and all he can feel is the flush of his own skin and you. Impossibly close in a way that’s already got him hook, line and sinker.

The kiss immediately and successfully turns Leon’s brain to mush, letting out a shaky breath as you incline your head, a soft groan falling past your lips and tumbling into his. Your shoulders drop, another arm looping around his neck. It’s a lot at once, your body against his, the thrumming of his heart, the way he tries desperately not to fuck up the kiss, or give away that he hasn’t exactly had much experience in this department at all.

Leon only realises he’s still rigid when you pull away, your breath a hot puff of air against his face. He thinks you must’ve laughed, cheeks heating up, but then his eyes flutter open and you’ve got a look on your face that he can’t place. Your hand smooths down the golden locks of his hair.

“Are you nervous?” Your voice is so impossibly soft.

Leon blushes deeper. “Is it obvious?”

“A little,” You smile.

“I don’t– I haven’t–” He stutters, the words coming out a jumbled mess that makes your heart ache a little.

“Hey, no, it’s okay.” You rush to reassure when you realise what must be going through his mind. “Just… follow my lead, yeah?”

He nods, tight lipped then.

Your laugh is sticky sweet, alluring in a way that makes him feel all too light-headed. You lean in again, “Relax.”

He lets out a breath, and you take the opportunity of his parted lips to deepen the kiss properly, the muscle of your tongue flattening out against his bottom lip. Leon lets out a strangled moan—fireworks burst across your skin for the second time.

“You can hold me,” You mumble against his mouth, hands tightening in his hair. “If it’ll make you less nervous.”

Leon swallows thickly, nodding as his nose brushes against yours, lips already red and aching. One of his hands tentatively moves back into your hair, he tilts his head, trying to deepen the kiss the same way you had. His movements are albeit clumsy, uncertain; betraying his inexperience, but there’s a raw sincerity in his attempt that leaves you charmed. Slowly, he slides down against the sofa, pulling you with him, his body sinks into the cushions until he’s lying down, your body resting atop his.

You want more, more, more . Want to press your tongue to the seam of his lips, part them, taste him properly—you almost do, growing just as eager as he is as you push yourself higher atop him, bracketing his waist with your thighs as you press your lips to his harder.

Your nose knocks his glasses askew when moving your head, and you feel him tense ever-so underneath you, as if realising it at the same time, and you can sense his confidence wavering.

You pull back just an inch then, he all but groans in protest. His nose bumps against yours, lips parted and eager for more. “Slow down,” You giggle. “M’not going anywhere.”

“Sorry,” He mumbles, his voice laced with embarrassment. The warmth from his blush radiates under your palm.

Without missing another beat, you reach up to carefully slide his glasses off his face. Leon blinks up at you. He looks like he’s short-circuited, giving way to a vulnerability that makes your heart ache.

“There,” you whisper, folding the frames before setting the glasses atop the coffee table. “How’s that?”

You’re cruel, though, don’t give him a moment to gather his thoughts, let alone respond. It’s a bit of cat and mouse to you; tease, tease, tease. Gve in just a little, pull away a little more.

You’re pressing your lips back to his again before another moment can pass. But Leon doesn’t protest; how could he when you’re so close, your bodies pressed together like this?

Leon’s confidence grows with each swipe of your tongue against his. His hands grow bolder, they move over your shoulder blades, down your spine, pressing against the curve of your back. A soft groan tumbles from your lips, your hips pushing down against his, he lets out a shaky moan in kind.

Cute, cute, cute. You’d drown in the soft sounds that tumble from his lips given the chance.

Your hands begin to wander, trailing down his chest, over his beating heart. You rub circles against his chest, as if to satiate the burning desire that’s stuck between his ribs.

Your lips, on the other hand, begin their descent.

You start with the corner of his mouth, then you follow the line of his jaw, down the column of his neck, the divot of his throat (that rewards you with a mewl). You decorate his collar in a blossoming painting of delicate bruises, tug down the collar of his shirt enough to reveal as much skin as possible for your lips to work over.

A soft smile curls on your lips even as you kiss him, and you realise with a flicker of amusement that he’s shaking beneath you—It’s an endearing quiver, like a newborn fawn finding its first footing. His hands tighten in the fabric of your shirt, holding on as if trying to anchor himself.

“You okay?” You hum as you pull away, Leon assumes you’re gracing him with a breather before he registers your hands working his shirt up his body.

It’d be rude to let you do all the work, so he shifts enough to tug it over his own head, discarding it on the floor of your theatre room bathed in blue—the movie long forgotten.

Leon’s large hands settle back against the swell of your hips, his thumb runs over the bone of your hip through the fabric of your shorts. He gives you a gentle nod. “M’alright,” He mumbles, but his voice has grown thick, stuck in the cavern of his throat.

“Do you… want to keep going?” You ask softly, your voice is tentative, as if dipping your toes into the deep end, testing the waters.

His mind screams yes, he settles for a “ Please ,” that comes out shakier than he’d like instead.

Your hands make quick work, moving down to undo the button of his jeans, fumbling clumsily in the wake of your excitement that you try incredibly hard to school. For the most part you do, refusing to cave too fast.

You’re acutely aware this is Leon’s first time—he doesn’t have to tell you, you can tell by his shaky voice, and shaky hands, by the way he looks at you as if you’ve just about hung the stars and the planets. To be fair, he’s always looked at you like that. Something akin to a sweet puppy.

Jesus Christ, you’re losing it.

When you finally pop the button, tug the zipper down achingly slow, Leon mewls, his hand on your hip curling into your flesh bruisingly. Fuck.

Your gaze meets his once again. “I’m gonna– I’m gonna go slow, okay? You’ve gotta tell me to stop if you don’t like anything, alright?” As desperate as you are to get your hands on him, you’d never forgive yourself if you ruined his first time.

Leon nods like he’s on autopilot, dutifully, as if the idea of you ruining anything for him is a stupid one. “Yeah, I will– Just, please, ” His voice grows impossibly quiet, “Don’t think I can wait–”

God. You go a little lightheaded.

Your hands make quick work of his jeans then, pushing them down along with his boxers. You’re blessed with a heavenly sight. His cock, pretty and flushed and all but drooling. It’s nearly erotic, has your head swimming.

“Jesus, Leon.” You huff, eyes wide as you look back up to meet his gaze.

Leon swallows thickly, throat bobbing as his eyes bore into yours, blown wide, rings of blue barely visible. God what a sight. He doesn’t respond, can’t. His throat is thick with something he cannot place. You’re a vision to him like this—hair spilling over your shoulders, framing your head like a halo, thick eyelashes that flutter sweetly down at him. His cheeks heat, neck growing impossibly hot.

Your hands dance over his stomach, his abdomen, tracing the contours of his skin as you watch his face to gauge each reaction, each shiver, every tremble of his lips.

You’re cruel, you’re so impossibly cruel and, oh— Nevermind. You’re an angel.

You giggle at his blissed out expression as your hand curls around the base of his dick. “That what you needed?”

Leon’s eyes flutter shut, head tips back as your hand inches up. He resists the urge to buck right into the tunnel of your palm. “Mmhmm…”

“Can’t speak now either?” You coo sweetly.

Something soft bubbles up past his throat, a mewl, a whine, you don’t know what to call it, but God does it make your cunt flutter in time with your heart. “C’mon, Leon, let me hear you.”

And God does he.

You pull whimper after whimper from his pretty lips, tumbling out like prayer each time. You are the chappel he worships at, the altar where he falls to his feet. He thinks if he died like this he could be happy, would go willingly, accept his fate—

“D’you want… more?” The words echo around in his skull.

He couldn’t have nodded faster.

You’re both giddy and giggling as you pull away, his hands eager as they pull your shorts and underwear off at once. If you could memorise the way he looked at you right now, you would. Leon’s eyes rove over your thighs, the space between them that glistens, in a way that makes you shy despite the hesitance in his own.

“You’re pretty,” He says thickly, and there’s not a tease behind his words, not a jest. He says them with such sincerity you stutter to a halt.

You blink, caught in his gaze. Leon watches you carefully, his own eyes wide, as if he’s not sure whether he’s overstepped some invisible boundary. The heat in your cheeks burns a little brighter, and you find yourself instinctively breaking eye contact, glancing away to gather yourself.

His words feel as if they’ve lodged themself in between the left and right ventricles of your heart. Suddenly, you feel the need to close the distance again, your hand slipping to cup his face, brushing a thumb over the flush of his cheek.

He hums against your lips, hands climbing up your back, under your shirt, slipping under the strap of your bra.

Your hips are gentle, moving over his instinctively, like something written into your DNA. The subtle brush over the underside of his length has him gasping—you preen internally at the reaction.

But you’re impatient, as impatient as he is, eager for more, eager to take, eager to please. You sink down over him slowly, revel in the silky stretch you’re graced with, moaning around his tongue as your heart feels like it’ll burst out of your chest.

The feeling is near incandescent to Leon, his mind already too far gone.

“Eyes open, baby,” Your voice comes, shattering the haze of his mind.

Baby, baby, baby.

He’s hardwired to comply.

You’re something holy above him, head crested by the glow of the moon spilling through the windows, wings of starlight, angel-song falling from your lips as your hips move over his. He wants to swallow each sound. You have the grace to let him.

Your body presses to his as you lean down, chasing his lips in a kiss that surely rewires his brain chemistry. Each moan you let out is like honey in his mouth, sweet and addicting, his tongue pushes past your lips, seeking out as much as you’ll give him.

You’re ecstasy. Entirely too addicting; Leon can’t get enough. Each time you sink down on him again, he’s sure it steals more breath from his lungs. And with earth-shattering realisation, he knows he’s not going to last. “M’close.”

He’s puppy-dog cute like this, pout on his lips, a cinch between his eyebrows that you smooth with your thumb. “I can tell.”

His hand moves to where yours are on his chest, taking one in his own, intertwining your fingers. It’s so fucking over for you.

“I can’t—” His hips buck up into yours, but his movements are reserved, you clock his desperation to hold out immediately.

“God, Leon, please do. I want you to.”

It doesn’t take much longer than that. He comes within three, four, five ruts of your hips against his, a warning on his lips before you pull off him and his release coats the muscles of his abdomen. You’re left aching, but you can’t find it in yourself to mind, not when you have him underneath you like this.

“Shit, God,” He groans. “That was… fast.”

You sense the apology on his tongue and shake your head before he can get there.

“No, don’t. It was… it was good.”

Leon can’t believe his ears. It was good? He did good?

“Yeah?” You hear the anticipation in his voice, higher at the end, a question.

Smiling, you nod. “Uhuh. Plus, we can… Work on it.”

The implication of doing this again sometime is enough to have him mirroring your smile.

But soon summer’s over and college is starting. You decide to take a year off, figure yourself out.

But Leon’s always had big dreams. Before you know it he’s packed his life into boxes, ready to move across the country to California. You can’t lie to yourself forever, pretend that what you feel for him is superficial, that you won’t miss him with a longing that will linger for months.

Your heart aches the night before he leaves. His head on your stomach, looking up at you with those puppy dog sweet eyes, half lidded and hair mused from where you’d grabbed and tugged while he’d lapped at your sweet cunt all night.

“I’m gonna miss you,” The words slip out softly, surprising even yourself. Lately, you’ve found vulnerability escaping you more often around him. A tenderness you’re learning to grow used to again.

Leon’s gaze lifts to yours, sweet baby blues that you try to memorise even in the low light of your bedroom. “I’ll visit.”

“I know.”

There’s a sickening silence that follows. You ache to tell him everything, pour your heart out for him to pick up, but you don’t.

Leon promises to call you as soon as he gets to his new dorm, and he does. For the first few months, everything goes smoothly. You and Leon fall back into that regular routine—you call him every now and then, he updates you on his day, you tell him about yours. But as fate has it, the chasm between the two of you begins to split once more, you feel him drift away, caught up in his flashy new life.

Turns out distance does make the heart grow fonder.

There are things Leon doesn’t tell you either. Like how he’s been binge-watching those awful horror movies you always mention nowadays (you’ve developed a weird fondness for the gore). Or that he’s started tutoring again. Or that he wishes you were here. God, he really wants to tell you that last one.

He thinks of you all the time, even when he probably shouldn’t—between classes, during his morning coffee before the 8 a.m. lab, while driving from his part-time job to campus. He thinks of you in the inbetweens, when his mind seems to wander. The thoughts come unbidden, when there’s a million other things he should have at the forefront of his mind, you’re there.

And then there’s the way he pictures you every time.

Leon’s not exactly proud of the number of hook-ups he’s had since college. One party turned into two, then three, then four. Simple drinking games blurred into long nights with countless girls underneath him who he now doesn't even remember the faces of.

Convinced if he shut his eyes, if he really focused, he could imagine it was you whimpering under him instead, your hands on his body, your lips melding around his name oh so perfectly.

It was never the same though. Never would be.

None of these girls sounded like you, none of them fucked like you, none of them felt like you did. Like they were made for him, like he could get lost in their cunts forever. It was pathetic, really, the way he’d so willingly chase that unmatchable high forever. Nothing would compare. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

So by the time semester break rolls around, he’s already packed his bags, and the four hour route from California back to Raccoon City has been set before he’s even finished his finals.

Raccoon hasn’t changed, still the same sleepy city tucked away between twin mountain ranges, the smell of pine heavy in the air. His house is how he left it, so is his neighbourhood. He drives by the familiar faded sign of Emmy’s Diner, the Police Department with its big white hollywood-style letters and rusting iron gates.

He heard that you work at the new video store down the road from his house now. Flashy, neon signs and all. Leon wonders what it’s been like for you, staying behind when he left for college, how the city has cradled you in its unchanged arms. If you’ve missed him like he’s missed you.

He pushes the glass panelled door to the video store open, the store bell tinkling in wake of his arrival. He’s fidgety. Leon hasn’t been fidgety in a very long time. He does not remember the last time he hesitated around a girl. Well, he does, it was you when he was awkward and nineteen, but since then? It has been a long road. Too long.

But then he spots you, and it’s as if the world narrows down to this one moment.

You’re leaning against the counter, eyes downcast, lazily flipping through a magazine. The overhead lights catch the strands of your hair—it’s shorter now. He wonders when you had it cut, why you chose the new style. A part of him aches, realising just how much time has passed, how long a year can be when he’s not in your orbit.

Without thinking, he beelines for the horror section, eyes scanning the rows of movie titles as his fingers brush over each DVD spine. He glances at you out of his periphery, half-watching the way you absentmindedly flip through your magazine.

Come on, come on, come on.

H, I, J, K…

Bingo.

He slides Kairo across the counter, heart stumbling in his chest. You don’t even glance up as you take it into your hands, half-focused on whatever glossy pages have your interest, but you do smile when you register the title in your hands.

“Good choice,” you hum, your fingers already moving to punch the movie code into the register.

“Yeah? You think so?” His voice is a little rougher than he intended, but he presses on, tries to act casual as he leans up against the counter. In honesty, he feels like a dork. “Most people I know say it’s not all that great…”

Your fingers freeze over the buttons. That voice, those words. Your eyes shoot up to meet his.

“Leon?”

“Hey.” He smiles, catching the way your expression shifts, disbelief melting into something warmer. “What’s wrong? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You laugh suddenly, that bright, familiar sound, filling the empty space between you. For a moment the months apart don’t seem so long. “God, you did not just quote Scream at me.”

Leon’s dusty blonde hair falls into his eyes as he drops his head to hide his grin. “Yeah that was… Not my best.”

Shaking your head, you slide the DVD back across the counter, still smiling beautifully at him. “You didn’t tell me you were going to be back in town!” You sound breathless as the words escape you.

“Just for the semester break,” He says, his voice steady but soft. “Figured I’d come back before you forgot what I look like.”

You blink. Something in his expression must’ve given him away, because then you smile—small, almost shy. “I missed you too,” you hum, and the words hang in the air like they’ve been waiting to be said.

But just like that you bounce back, as if the vulnerability in your tone was never even there at all, drumming your fingers across the countertop. “You shoulda told me, we could’ve planned something nice.”

“Oh, like a date?”

You blush. Blush. Fuck. You don’t remember him being this forward.

“Are you suggesting something, Kennedy?” You tilt your head, honeyed gaze and all.

Damn you and those fucking eyes, he thinks.

“Well, I was thinking… maybe we could go to Emmy’s after your shift? You know, catch up, and I can tell you all the terrible jokes I’ve collected since I’ve been away.”

Your smile widens, and there’s something in your eyes that makes him feel like he might’ve just found his way back home. “I’d like that, Leon. A lot.”

Emmy’s diner hums with a life that he’s missed. The sound of casual conversation, plates clattering, the soft croon of Bob Dylan from the old jukebox. It’s how he left it. Same peeling leather booths, linoleum tables, vinyl floorings, bottomless pots of coffee and the smell of sizzling burgers over the griddle in the back.

You share a booth at the back, your boots propped up on the round metal base of the table while you watch Leon with a small pout as he stands by the counter, waiting for a takeout box. The old fluorescent lights cast a soft glow over him, highlighting the little changes—slightly broader shoulders, a more defined jawline, longer hair, no glasses. But he’s still your Leon.

When he turns back, takeaway box in hand, he catches you in the act—a fry pinched between your fingers, dragging it through his ketchup in lazy swirls. You beam up at him, your eyes crinkling at the corners, and Leon feels his chest do a violent lurch, feels his heart rattle in the cage of his ribs, clawing to jump out and into your waiting hands.

It’s the kind of smile that would have driven him crazy when he was younger—when he was all nerves and stuttered words around you. And God, if it doesn’t still have the same effect.

“You know,” Leon starts as he settles into his seat, “there’s a fine line between sharing and stealing. You’re definitely crossing it.”

You roll your eyes, pushing the fry basket back towards him in a silent peace offering. “You weren’t going to finish them anyway.”

Leon chuckles softly, he doesn’t know what to say then, no witty quip on his tongue or eager reply. “It's about the principle," His voice finally comes, something soft. "But I guess I’ll let it slide this once."

You laugh, and the sound is like a balm, soothing the ache in his chest. “How generous of you,” you reply, playing footsies with him under the table. It’s in this moment Leon realises, everything he’s ever wanted is right in front of him. He’s spent so much of his life chasing. Chasing, chasing, chasing, he’s always been chasing.

Now he thinks he’d like to slow down.

And that’s what he does, when he takes you home that night, you twirl through the door of his old home, giddy as you track the familiar path to his bedroom. It’s how you remember it, same posters on the wall, same black Paul Reed Smith tucked into the corner.

Leon, however, is so much gentler than you remember him being, careful hands sliding up your waist as he walks you back towards his bed. Your calves hit the edge, breath caught in your throat as you tilt your head up to meet his gaze. His lips find yours, slot perfectly, he groans against your lips and you melt into his embrace.

Leon’s palm slides down to the underside of your thigh, lifts it up enough to help you back onto the bed.

Your words get caught in your throat, but they’re not needed—not now, not with Leon. He’s always known you like the back of his hand. His lips move over your face, your cheek, your jaw. Your arms settle around his neck.

It’s like muscle memory to Leon now, the way he slots his knee between your thighs, how his hands move over your torso, up your body.

Your mind wanders—a dangerous thing in times like these—and you find yourself growing a little jealous. You're not dense; you know he’s probably had other girls in his bed between his time away in California. You wonder if they were any good.

Leon doesn’t let you dwell on those thoughts, has your voice catching in your throat as his fingers tease the underside of your breasts. He looks up at you, those same deep blue eyes studying you, yet unreadable all the same. Your skin burns beneath his gentle touch. Hot, hot, hot everywhere he touches.

One of his hands come up to cup the same cheek he had kissed earlier, his touch featherlight. He looks at you—part adoring, part like he’s planning your ruination.

“Leon… Please. ” You beg desperately then, and in response he groans. As if he’s waited too long to hear you say his name like that again, all needy and breathless.

“Makes me wanna wreck you,” He murmurs against your mouth, his breath hot and heady, “when you talk like that. So fuckin’ sweet.”

And God if that doesn’t do it for you. A whine falls past your lips, eager, tender, desperate, and Leon’s sure he’s never heard anything as beautiful in his life.

Your skirt is off in a flash, so is his shirt, then yours, then his jeans, so on and so forth until your bare cunt is pressing against his thigh he’s conveniently slotted back between the apex of your legs. He presses his knee up against your wet cunt, mutual groans filling his bedroom. All it takes is a tremble of your lips, and Leon’s kissing you twice as hard.

“Tell me what you need,” He’s eager to please.

“You.” You, you, you, always you.

There’s a reverence in your words he cannot shake, a promise laced into the moan that tumbles from your lips. His hands smooth over your abdomen again, spreading your thighs wider to accommodate him in the space between.

“Yeah?” He hums, one of his hands runs from the corner of your jaw to your chin, the other gives a purposeful squeeze to your waist. “I need you too. Want you.”

The sincerity in his voice floors you, hits you harder than any kiss, any touch. This isn’t just lust, this is Leon, raw and open, offering you something more than you’d expected. Something you’ve always wanted but were too scared to admit. You feel the sudden sting of tears kiss the corners of your eyes, startling yourself.

“Leon…” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. He cuts you off with a gentle kiss, one that’s soft and sweet, filled with a promise that leaves you breathless.

"You’re it for me. I’m yours," he whispers into your mouth. "If you’ll have me."

Your heart stumbles over itself, caught somewhere between disbelief and a feeling you’re not sure how to put into words. “I’ve always had you.”

He laughs softly then, “Yeah. Guess you have, huh?”

It’s now, he realises, you’d never left his orbit in the first place. You’d always been there, one way or another, a constant in his life he’d never be able to shake despite how hard he’d try. You really are it for him.

“I want you too,” You blurt, the words tumbling out too fast. “I want this, want you. I always have.”

The rest is unsaid. He kisses you again with a smile, your hands drift over his back, trace the contours of every plane of muscle, press against the space between his shoulders. His hands run over the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waists, caress the skin of your thighs and leave gooseflesh in their wake. You can’t stand it—how utterly gentle he is. It makes you want to cry.

You take Leon’s hand, leading it down to where you need him most. With precision you drag his fingers up through your folds, tantalisingly slow before pressing the pad of his index to your clit. You let out the softest of whimpers at the sight, his hand on your cunt. Fuck. You don’t take your eyes off the sight before you, even as you push his fingers back down, until you slip just the tip of his finger past your walls.

Your gaze flicks up to gauge his reaction, and you're more than pleased at the sight before you. Leon Kennedy, his eyes wide, mouth hung open in a small ‘o’, like he’s never seen pussy before.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You hum, amusement dripping from your lips—but your voice comes out in between panted breathes, unable to still your thump, thump, thumping heart.

He looks back up to meet your gaze, shaking his head as a grin stretches across his lips. “No, sweetheart, don’t play your games with me.” He huffs, withdrawing his hand, leaving you whining, before he pushes your thigh up to your chest.

You’re disappointed by just how fast he manages to school himself, no longer desperate for more, now invested in the waiting game.

“You want it that bad?” He croons, voice a teasing lilt against the shell of your ear, kissing the skin behind it as his body comes back down over yours. Your leg hooks around his back, hands on his shoulders, in his hair.

“Are you gonna make me beg?” Your laugh is soft, breathlessly incredulous.

He grins against your skin as he presses a kiss to your neck. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

His lips trail a path from neck to collar, tender kisses that intensify into bruising hickeys so fast your head swims. He litters your chest in lovebites, his hand moving on its own accord as he presses two fingers against your sopping cunt. He teases you, drawing circles around your entrance, grinning against the valley of your breast as he kisses down your sternum when your cunt flutters against his hand.

He drags his fingers up, up, up, presses them to the bead of your clit in a way that makes you squirm, another round of featherlight circles that makes you keen.

“Leon, holy shit—” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, watching as he sinks his fingers into your cunt, right down to the knuckle.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You don’t have to look at him to hear the shit eating grin in his words.

The pads of his fingers press against ribbed flesh, scissoring you open. When he pulls them back out, palm against your clit, a moan bubbles up past your lips. He shushes you, sweet nothings whispered against the cavern of your throat.

His hand, glimmering with your arousal, finds its way to your lips. “Open,” He murmurs, and so you do, lips parted for his fingers to press curiously against your tongue. Your heart hammers in your chest, thighs pressing into his sides as you blink up at him. You’re beautiful like this, a picture of pleasure that he wants to sear into his mind, brand across his heart so he won’t forget.

You moan around his fingers and his heart stutters pitifully in his chest, he needs to hear you like that again. “Want more, sweetheart?” His voice is rough as he pushes his hips against yours teasingly, has your eyes fluttering shut and rolling back. “Need words, baby.”

Leon chuckles as you struggle to speak around his fingers pressing to your tongue, a muffled yeah caught in your throat. He placates your whine that follows with a kiss to the underside of your jaw, lining his hips up with yours as he goes.

He sinks in as deep as he can get, searing hot, like he’s desperate to melt through, skin to skin, atom to atom. You push back, chasing that same euphoric feeling, a groan falling from your lips as you choke around his thick fingers in your mouth. You twist your neck, your nose pushing into his cheek as you seek his warmth.

“Got you,” He mumbles into your skin, voice ragged. A forearm is braced by your head before he pulls his hand from your mouth, moving to hold your body. His hand presses into the gentle curve of your waist like it was made for the palm of his hands. Smearing your spit across your skin as he goes.

When Leon’s with you like this, your body beneath his, he’s so sure this is how it’s meant to be. God, you’re perfect in every sense of the word—surely this is fate’s crashing course, isn’t it? Driven together by some higher power, an invisible thread of gold looped around both your fingers.

Has to be, surely. Feels too good when his hips push into yours, shared moans tumbling from both your lips, when his lips find yours once more and he’s swallowing each one like a man starved. You’ve missed the way he feels, how he stretches you out so deliciously, fills you up and seats deep inside you like he’s made for it.

Your hands on his shoulders blades dig burning half-moon crests into his skin, dragging your nails down his back, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest.

“Shit, pussy’s fuckin’ made for me,” He all but groans into your ear, dick pushing in at a steady pace, sickeningly slow in a way that makes you ache.

Please, please, please, your mind screams, begging for him to hurry up, give you more. You’ve waited so long to have him like this again, why should you wait any longer?

Leon’s laugh vibrates against the shell of your ear, “Beggin’ already, sweetheart?”

Oh. You’ve said it out loud.

“Don’t tease,” You plead with him.

“Tease? No m’not teasing, that’d be cruel,” He croons, “M’just taking my time with my baby.”

You want to sob. God, he is cruel. You think this must be karma for all those times you’d teased him when you were younger, worked him so close to the edge then pulled him away—

But then his hips slam against yours and a sob lurches from your throat. “Leon!” You cry, nails digging deeper into his back you worry you might draw blood.

“God, just look at you, sweetheart,” He pulls back enough to meet your gaze, hand on your hip moving to tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. “Crying on my dick. Fuck. ”

His hips are bruising, not an ounce of mercy in the way he ruts into your cunt.

“Can’t,” You whine, tears in your eyes.

He shakes his head, hair falling into his face, obstructing your pretty view, as his hand cups your jaw. “Yeah you can, baby.”

“No, it’s– too much—” You try to get him to understand, you won’t last like this.

He knows before the words even leave your lips. “Aw, pretty baby, gonna come f’me already?”

More tears spill from your eyes, he kisses them away with gentle lips, almost humorously different from the pace of his hips. “That’s okay,” He decides, “You wanna come now, that’s fine. Jus’ means you gotta keep taking it till I'm done.”

You’re so fucked.

“Can you do that, sweetheart?”

In the haze of your mind you comply.

“Good girl,” You arch your back at the praise, he slips in deeper if that’s even possible. “Good girl, come for me. Let me see you.”

Who are you to deny him?

You come with a soft cry of his name, words sticky with the tightness of your throat, a babbling mess underneath him as he works you through it. He’s not a complete dickhead though, he slows down to accommodate the ache between your legs, gives you a moment to collect yourself as his hand moves to interlock with yours, holding it by your head.

“How was that?” He asks you on the comedown.

You’re burning bright, you feel like the sun, your heart ablaze in your chest. Your mind is left in a haze, and when it ebbs away, it’s as though sunspots linger in your vision. You look at him, really look at him now, rings of blue in his blown out eyes, hair tousled, lips red and raw.

You kiss him in lieu of a proper response, tongue and teeth, messy and desperate as your hands hold his face. He groans against your mouth, you feel his dick pulse between your tight walls and you preen internally. Even after all this time you still have him wrapped around your finger.

You giggle at the thought, drowning in the gilding golden haze of the pleasure he’s given you.

“What’s so funny?” He hums, smile sweet on his lips.

“Nothin’,” You hum, eyes half-lidded.

He grins a little wider, something cunning. “Come again, sweetheart, didn’t quite catch that.” His hips roll into yours, a moan falls past your lips.

“I said– Oh.��” Nevermind.

Another roll of his hips.

“Speak up, baby,” Another, another, another.

You give up trying to get any words out, fruitless attempts reduced to whimpers as you melt into the mattress below him. Your hands wander back over his back, shoulder blades and muscles shifting under your palms as you sooth the ridges that have emerged from where you’d left your stinging mark.

You're tight as sin, sucking him back in salaciously. Leon’s not going to last much longer at all.

He makes as much known. He whines and you swallow each sound like it’s a sweet prize. His hips snap into yours at a brutal pace, whimpers falling from your lips at each time he drives it home. He has half the mind to pull out, but then your legs are wrapping around his waist, trapping him, keeping him firm in place.

“Sweetheart– fuck , baby–” His words carry the weight of protest but you’re stubborn, always have been.

“ Please Leon?” You’re so sweet, aren’t you? “Want it inside, want you to come in me pretty please–?”

He couldn’t say no to you if he tried. “Shit, that’s what you want, baby? Huh? Need me to fill you up real good?” His voice is low in your ear, a bark that matches his bite.

“ Yes. ”

“Fuck, sweetheart. Yeah, I’ll give you what you need, alright?” He placates, and you’re sweet as you mewl in response. “Yeah, anything you want.”

“M’so close,” He’s brought you to tears again, and this time he lets himself relish in the sight of them dribbling down your cheeks. “So close–”

Leon’s thrusts grow shallow with time, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy once more. “Let me feel you, baby,” He mumbles into the skin of your shoulder, his hand gripping yours in a knuckle white grip, the other so tight around your hip it’s sure to leave behind bruises in the morning.

Not a thing you’re saying is comprehensible anymore, slurred words sobbed into the crook of his neck as your cunt does the talking for you. You flutter around his aching length, clamping down around him as the pressure building at the base of your spine snaps in half, a broken cry of his name tumbling from your lips.

Leon reaches his breaking point in quick pursuit, tumbling over that edge just as you do, fucking his release deeper into your cunt. “So sweet, so sweet, so sweet,” He chants, a babbling mess of emotions as you milk him dry. “So good, s’good, baby, fuck. ”

For a few moments, you are nothing but two bodies, twined together, panting and huffing as you catch your breaths. Leon’s hand, still in yours, squeezes reflexively. His face falls into the crook of your neck as his fingers dig further into the flesh of your waist. You hear his breathing grow ragged, his body trembling above you. You think you hear a whine slip past his lips, only solidified when he pulls back and you catch the glassy look in his eyes.

“We should do this again sometime.” You grin playfully.

“Jesus, Sweetheart.” Leon shakes his head, wet chuckle caught in his throat. “I plan on doing this a lot more often than sometimes. ”

You hum, your knuckles tracing the curve of his cheek before you sweep his hair out of his eyes. “I’d like that.”

There’s a pause then, words hanging in the air. “But at least let me get it right this time. I’ll take you out to dinner, how’s that?”

“Perfect.”

"I meant it, you know." His voice is quieter now, more vulnerable. "About wanting to get it right." He looks at you like he's seeing everything he's been chasing, right in front of him.

You tilt your head, a soft smile playing at your lips. "I know."

Fate is curious, you think—tugging at the golden threads that make up the spider's web of your universe as she pleases, weaving people together and pulling them apart with equal ease. You realise, as you lie with your head on Leon’s chest later that night, that fate has been kind to you. Leon's strong arm envelops you, grounding you in a way only he ever has. Home is inbetween his arms. You listen to the gentle beat of his heart, steady in his chest, pounding beneath your ear.

Without much thought, you find yourself holding your breath, syncing the thump of your heart with the beat of his, a satisfied smile curving your lips when your breathing finally falls perfectly in time.

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hyeitsju · 1 year

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Loona on the first date!! pt.1

(Loona x FEMALE Reader)

Note (pls read):

I got bored so I wrote this. It’s not gonna be perfection, just a short fun thing. reader is short in this! She’s my height (4’11) but if you want Loona w taller reader, just request it! Seriously, y’all, I’m pretty sure my request box is growing cobwebs.

🐰heejin🐰

This girl is SO romantic

She picks you up, brings you roses, maybe a necklace too, brings you to a fancy restaurant, and without a doubt runs over to your side of the car to open the door for you when you reach said restaurant.

Listens intently to every word you say

If you mention a random ice cream flavor you’ve been wanting to try, you can expect her to surprise you with some on a random day 6 months later

Constantly complimenting you

So cheesy, she def gave you her jacket and refuses your attempts to give it back to her

Also a dork, she says so many dad jokes that are so unfunny they’re funny.

But it’s Heejin so it’s okay

Heejin is so affectionate as we can already tell, she’ll be holding your hands constantly

If not that then she had her hand around your waist or on your thigh the entire time y’all are in that restaurant

Heejin just HAS to pay for everything, absolutely no room for negotiation

After, she’ll invite you to her apartment where you’ll meet her pets and she’ll show you photos of her younger self

Talking about random stuff, really just enjoying each other’s company

By the end of the night she’ll drive you back home

OMGGG holding hands on the car ride back to your house

Waits for you to get in the door before driving back, frantically texting the Loona gc about what happened with a huge grin on her face

AHHH

🐱hyunjin🐱

She does an at home dinner date

Just eating some of her fav foods while y’all watch movies together, with paldo and nongshim ofc, chatting about random stuf

You aren’t watching romance or anything like that. Y’all are watching horror. Per Hyunjin’s request.

Is constantly holding your hand, it’s just makes her so happy and makes her smile a big smile she can’t hide even if she wanted to.

It makes things feel more official to her.

Hyunjin is lowkey looking for paldo and nongshim’s approval so when she saw that they immediately liked you and were jumping and cuddling up to you, she knew you were the one.

After that, she shares her bread with you.

Takes a ton of polaroid pictures and puts them in her phone case, makes them into a keychain, posts them on insta and fab, put them on her pin board,

You name it, she did it.

Ends in both of you asleep on the couch, cuddling with her arm around your waist

While paldo and nongshim steal the snacks y’all left unattended on the coffee table

🕊️haseul🕊️

Haseul strikes me as a picnic girlie

Loved preparing the food and organizing it into the little picnic basket 🧺

Y’all both arrived at the park in your own cars, meeting up underneath a big tree

Haseul set up the blankets and laid out the food for yall to eat

Watching the sunset as you both talk about any and everything

She does most of the talking, just loves to ramble about how life is going

But loves hearing your thoughts about it too

Scaring away the birds for her=immediate win

Haseul, being Haseul, worrys on and on about you

Saying things like:

“did you eat today” *piling food into your plate*

“you seem thirsty, are you sure you drink enough water?”

“You know, being on your phone that much can damage your eyes.”

“You’re done? But you still have so many veggies on your plate!”

Although she really does mean well.

Feeding the food to you AHHJAKZJVAKELD

I feel like she’s the kind of girl to instigate the first kiss on the first date

Right when your leaving back to your separate cars she gives you a hug and when she pulls back and looks down into your eyes, she just cant hold herself back and kiss you

It would be the best kiss ever btw

And when she pulls back she would be a blushing mess, rushing a by and hurrying to her car

Immediate going to call the girls and telling screaming at them what happened

🐸yeojin🐸

(Y’all are classmates and sit next to each other so you know each other well)

She takes you out to an amusement park

She is so hyper the entire time, trying to win over your heart in every way possible

Even though she already has it

First, you two head to the games area

She goes to every single one at least twice and only wins you three big prizes

She ain’t the strongest, sorry

Is actually so happy that you’re her height, like, she mentioned it every 20 minutes

You end up going back to the car and put all the prizes she won into the trunk and back seat

Then you head to all the rides

You go on a few roller coasters and have a ton of fun

The roller coasters were def her favorite part of the date because she had an excuse to hold your hand

Eventually you both get dizzy and decide it’s time for food

You barely eat anything, though, because of the nausea..

Not the best idea on your parts

After a lot of protesting from Yeojin, you both head back to your dorms

She is very sad to be leaving, even though you’ll be seeing each other in class within the next 10 hours

Gives you the biggest hug before leaving

🦌vivi/kaahei🦌

(I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR HER SO I JUST THREW THIS TOGETHER, IM SO SORRY YALL ILL TRY AND MAKE SOMETHING FOR VIVI TO MAKE UP FOR THIS)

Now her, she’s actually the reason why this half was so delayed

I could not, for the life of me, think of anything for her

I have, however, decided that she would choose to go to the bookstore on the first date

You each pick out a few books for the other to read before checking out

You head over to a café and drink some coffee as you read together in silence

Not much happens, it’s just comforting silence

You both read until the workers have to notify you that they’re closing and you both walk to your own homes

🦉kim lip/jungeun🦉

She takes you to the movies last minute because she forgot to plan for it

Y’all end up seeing Barbie

Not a bad decision at all, y’all end up loving it

Jungeun is nervous as hell, she doesn’t make eye contact at all

She does however hold your hand throughout the movie

Ends up crying but denies it whenever you bring it up

After the movie you get back into her car and drive to a fast food place

And have a debrief in the parking lot

She def kisses you when dropping you off at your dorm

And not a peck or anything, a deep passionate one

When she pulls away she puts on a cool face but she’s actually having a heart attack inside

You can tell but decide to pretend you can’t

Yeah this is, like, 2-3 hours more than I said but I will have part 2 up within the next 10 hours, I’m almost done w it

#loona x fem reader #loona #loossemble #loossemble x fem reader #artms #artms x fem reader #heejin x fem reader #hyunjin x fem reader #haseul x fem reader #yeojin x fem reader #vivi x fem reader #kim lip x fem reader

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just-some-random-blogger · 9 months

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You'll Remember You Belong To Me

Loving and leaving Daemon were the two best things you ever did in your life. He disagrees with the latter, however, and is convinced you'll come back.

Mafia!Daemon Targaryen x Estranged!Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, modern au, toxic!Daemon, mom!reader, exes trope, manipulation, typos, etc.

A/N: HI everyone. it's been so long since I've written anything ): I JUST CANT WRITE HUHUH but inspiration struck me so im running with it!! this is inspired by You'll Be Back from Hamilton so I suggest you give it a listen! Also it's kinda fucked up so read dis with care!!!!

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"Papa!" a hushed but excited voice calls.

Daemon grins and gets down on one knee. The little boy with burning white hair runs towards his papa's open arms and jumps into them.

Daemon embraces and kisses his son. He then throws him over his shoulder as he stands, making him giggle. The man asks as he head over to the open door, "where's mummy?"

"Cooking with Vivi."

"Oh," Daemon walks inside and takes his shoes off, "do you and Visenya help mummy cook?"

The boy cheers, way too loudly to his father's taste, "YES!"

Daemon immediately hushes the boy and sets him down. The boy is red in the face and giggling. Daemon gives him a lopsided smile and brushes his bangs out of his face, "remember what I told you, lovie? About keepin' a low profile."

The boy nods, "it's our secret mission," he raises a finger to his lips, "a surprise for mummy!"

Daemon chuckles, "very good, Baelon."

Baelon grins from ear to ear.

"Now, before we surprise mummy, tell me where you put the phone I gave you."

"I hid it underneath my toy box! Mummy never looks there."

Daemon pinches his son's cheeks, "good boy."

Baelon giggles under his breath.

"Remember not to let your mother catch you when I call again, okay?"

He nods.

"Right," Daemon stands, "you can go tell mummy daddy's home now."

With that, Baelon runs off and practically busts a lung screaming, "PAPA'S HERE!"

Daemon follows the child, and hears a high pitched squeal from the kitchen. Soon enough, his beloved Visenya is running towards him, "PAAAPPPAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

Daemon scoops up the little girl in his arms and covers her face with kisses, "ah, my baby girl."

He twirls the girl around and after a 360, he is met with a deathly glare. Daemon smirks, "hello, baby girl."

"I am not your baby girl," you snap as you march towards him. You mutter under a groan, "and you're not supposed to be here."

Visenya tightens her arms around her father's neck. At a point, her blonde hair looks like it was Daemon's. He blows a raspberry onto her neck, his eyes on you the entire time, "my place is where my family is."

It takes everything in you not to explode, but you don't; you'd never do that in front of your kids.

Daemon knew that well.

That didn't stop you speaking your mind though, "this is from the man that uprooted our life in King's Landing because of a business plan gone wrong."

That makes Daemon tick. He puts down Visenya, much to her displeasure. The girl claws at Daemon's jeans, wanting to be in the arms of her father again but is ultimately ignored. "You knew what you were getting into when you married me."

"That's why I know better than to let the man I once loved conceal, lie, and cheat on me."

Your words really sink into him when you pick up Visenya when she burst into tears. Of course, she wanted nothing to do with you and so desperately clawed out to him, but the image was really sobering.

At least for a moment.

"Give her to me," Daemon says.

You glare at him and mouth threats laced with curse words.

Baelon runs up to him with a toy bus, "papa, can we play?"

Daemon looks down at his son and smiles. He crouches down, "of course, darling," he looks up at you, "we'll play with Vivi."

Visenya immediately wrangles out of your arms and you have no choice but to set her down.

As much as you wanted to grind his guts, you knew your children loved their dad. They so obviously missed him dearly.

Daemon sprawls belly-down on the floor without hesitation. Visenya and Baelon fall into their usual play mode and you take a deep breath before heading back to the kitchen to finish cooking.

By the time you were finished and calling for them and their joke-of-a-father to come to the table for lunch, you find yourself alone by the dining table waiting for seemingly nothing.

You were about to go get your kids, that is until Daemon walked over.

Your face immediately morphs into distaste. It makes Daemon chuckle, "that bad?"

"Where are my babies?"

"Our babies are napping," he says, pulling a chair back. He sits down and tilts his head, "I'm here though."

You make a disgusted face.

Daemon laughs. He missed your face very much.

You cross your arms, "what did you do to them?"

"You're accusing me of doing something to my children?" he chuckles in disbelief as places a hand on his chest.

"They never need to take naps."

Daemon shrugs, "you don't play with them hard enough."

He realizes his mistake when your face contorts.

"I didn't hurt them," he waves his hands, "I just made them chase each other around until they burned out."

"Good then," you point to the door, "leave."

He narrows his eyes in offence, "I promised I'd be here when they woke up."

You throw your head back in laughter, though you found no amusement in his words, "that wouldn't be the first time you lied."

"I've never lied to Baelon or Visenya."

"You think you deserve a consolation for that?" you snap, turning around to lean on the sink. You wash your hands even though you've just washed them, "I told you I would leave. I told you I would leave you if you kept up your bullshit."

Daemon stands and walks towards you.

You don't look back but you knew he was closing in. You didn't need to look; you could feel him. You knew exactly what he would do because you knew him like the back of your hand.

This was why before he could do anything, you turned away and flicked water into his face.

Daemon stills in his spot, taken off-guard.

You decide to finish cleaning up before you eat.

He wipes his face, "and I told you you'll be back."

You scoff as you tidy the counter, "am I the one crawling back?"

"Is that what you want?" Daemon raises a brow as he walks over.

You still in your spot when he drops to his knees.

"I'll crawl and beg," he whispers as if it was something solemn.

You watch him inch closer and before you have the brain to move, you let out a gasp when he grabs your thigh.

It didn't help that his palms were warm and your skin was cool from wearing shorts and damp from washing dishes. It didn't help that you hadn't been touched for so long and that your skin grew goosebumps.

It didn't help that he had it all figured out.

He kissed your thigh once and the next moment, he had you pressed against the counter, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, nearly lips to lips.

Daemon traps you between his arms, hands gripping the counter on both your sides.

You could smell him so clearly now. It did something to your stomach. Your hands wanted to instinctively reach out to him, but you thanked the gods you knew better than that.

"I'll atone for my sins whichever way you want," he murmurs, "just let me see my kids."

You press your hands on his chest, ready to pull him away, "I know better than to believe you."

Daemon waits for you to push him back. When you don't, he doesn't hide his smile. He grins and takes your hands, kissing them.

Your breath is pulled out of your lungs.

He shakes his head, "you don't have to believe me. You just have to watch me."

It wasn't right, but the feeling of his lips on your skin was too familiar to resist. Daemon kisses your hands, up to your wrists, up to your shoulders, then your lips were trapped between his teeth and you were pulling him in.

The only reason you stopped was because Visenya walked in on you, scratching her eye, asking if she could have help getting a plate of food.

You watch as Daemon smiles at her. You watch as your daughter giggles as her papa gives her a plate and kisses her cheek before telling her he's going to go wake her brother up.

You watch as he carries Baleon and sits him down next to him. You watch him dote on them and it nearly makes you forgive and forget all he's done.

Daemon knows better than to think you'd do anything of the sort.

And even though you sit across from him holding a look of spite, he gives smirks back and prepares you a plate.

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Breaking up ┃One Piece Pt. 1

Scenario: Having a huge fight with your bf which ultimately leads one of you to saying something you regret.

"I wish I never met you."

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro x Fem!reader

cw: 18+, SFW, Angst, Hurt/No comfort, vulgar language

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Monkey D. Luffy

“You never even treat me like we're together!”

You were at your breaking point, figuratively and literally. In the last three months that you and Luffy had been together, not once did he change the way he acted towards you. It felt as if you were still just Luffy’s nakama. Well today that was all going to change. You had a plan.

It took some convincing, but you finally managed to get Nami and Ussop to help you set up a romantic dinner in the Sunny’s crow’s nest. Two of Luffy’s favorite things, food and you. It was perfect.

With preparations taken care of, you waited patiently for Luffy to arrive. Your aforementioned captain was currently exploring the island you were stopped at. But with the sun starting to set, he'd be back for dinner any minute now.

So you waited.

And waited.

And waited….

You waited till the candles were near burnt out. Waited till the food went ice cold. Waited till your eyes stung from holding back tears.

Monkey D. Luffy had stood you up.

Your own boyfriend.

Slamming the napkin delicately placed across your lap onto the table, you pushed yourself to your feet. Humiliation creeped its way up your neck. Never in your life have you ever felt so worthless.

Holding back hiccups, you dragged yourself out of the crow’s nest and away from the undisturbed meal. What was Nami going to think? All that preparation for nothing. You clenched your hands into tight fists. The next time you see Luffy you swear you were going to-

“y/n!”

You spun on your heel to face the familiar voice. Luffy’s face smiled brightly at you, blinding you more than the moonlight. It was almost enough for you to forgive him. Almost.

“Wait up!”

Scoffing, you glared at his cheery form before turning away from him. All you wanted was a shower, not excuses.

Luffy caught up with your silently seething form with ease, spinning around you like top. He pranced around as if he were a crow and you his shiny treasure. Your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

Try as you might, eventually you gave into his pestering, voice sharp as nails, “What do you want, Luffy?”

Luffy’s grin widened despite your tone, “Sorry I couldn't make it, y/n. There was a festival in town, you should have come. There was an all you can eat buffet, Tra-guy and Jaggy were there too!” He scratched his chin, “Maybe next time you can invite everyone else so we can all eat together again!”

Your eye twitched, “Why would I invite the whole crew to our date?”

“Date?”

You stopped in your tracks, “Yes, date. You know the ones you're supposed to take your girlfriend out on? That kind?”

You could practically see the gears turning in his head at your reply.

“But I have multiple girlfriends?” “WHAT?”

“Ya! You, Robin, Nami,” Luffy used his fingers to count, “Oh, and Vivi!”

You face palmed, “Not “girl” friends, Luffy. A “girlfriend”. Someone who’s more,” You reached for Luffy’s hand, “Special.”

“But all my friends are special,” Luffy pouted, gingerly returning your touch.

Laughing, you shook your head, “I know. But…It's a different type of special. It's when you wanna hold their hand, and you wanna be near them no matter what,” You met his confused gaze, “It's someone you love.”

“Then why would I wanna do that with you?”

“Huh?”

It felt like your body hit a brick wall. Every word ripped from your throat. He was joking right? It was a sick joke but a joke no less.

“I don’t think I love you.”

You blinked in confusion before choking out a response, “T-Thats okay. Sometimes it takes a while to realize you love someone. It's not immediate.”

Luffy hummed, “I'm not sure I even want a “girlfriend”, y/n.”

A nervous laughter erupted from your throat, “Luffy, what are you talking about?” It felt like your heart might leap out of your chest.

“I like how my friends are now. I don't need a “girlfriend”. I have my Nakama. I have you.”

The world suddenly stopped spinning, and only for a moment the ocean quieted and the breeze hushed. Then, as if nothing happened, the world began to turn as normal, leaving behind your hollowed out body.

"...what?"

Cheeky smiled, Luffy repeated his words as if it was only the news, "I don't need a "girlfriend" I have a crew!"

The empty feeling in the pit of your stomach slowly filled with rage. First, he stood you up. Now? Now, he wants to pretend you guys aren't even dating!?

“Luffy, we're dating! What are you talking about? I asked you out almost three months ago!” You snapped, “Why did you even say yes to me if you didn't want a "girlfriend"?”

“I don't know,” He cocked his head to the side, “I just thought you wanted to be closer friends.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “What?”

Luffy shifted in his sandals, clearly uncomfortable, “I thought you wanted to be my “girl” friend, not my “girlfriend”.”

“Are you joking?” Your skin felt red hot as if your whole being was ablaze, “You thought I wanted to be your “girl” friend!? Did it ever once occur to you that friends don't hold each other’s hands!?”

Luffy quickly retracted his hand from your grip, scratching his head in thought, “Not really.”

“Oh my god,” You couldn't tell if you were laughing or crying at this point, “This whole time you never thought we were together? Ever?!”

“I guess we are a bit closer than everyone else,” Luffy’s brows furrowed in thought.

“A bit?” You ran your fingers through your hair, “We spend every waking moment together! I've confided in you, you've confided with me. You know things about me no one else does!”

To his credit, Luffy looked ashamed, “I’m sorry, y/n. I guess…I just never noticed how you really felt.”

You rolled your tear filled eyes, “Obviously.”

“I can try if you want-”

“Forget it, Luffy,” You held your hands up in defeat, “Just forget it. Whatever you thought was going on here is over.”

Luffy grabbed your arm, “What! I don't want that!”

“You don't seem to want a lot of things,” You shrugged his grip off, “Including me.”

“y/n.”

You wiped your face clear of tears.

“We're done, Lu.”

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Roronoa Zoro

"Do I need to be a sword just to get a minute of your attention!?"

Three hundred seventy-six, three hundred seventy-seven, three hundred seventy-eight-

“Are you still counting?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, mom.”

Zoro ignored your annoyed response, preferring to continue his push ups below you. Huffing, you rested your chin on your hand. He had been going at this for hours now. You were starting to feel nauseous as your form jostled every time Zoro went up and down with you on his back.

“How much longer?”

Zoro grunted, “When I reach two thousand.”

“Two thousand!?”

Your sudden shout made Zoro shoot up quickly, knocking you off balance. Your criss-crossed form easily flew from Zoro’s back to the ground below. You fell hard, slamming your shoulder into the wood floor.

Hissing, you rubbed your now sore arm, “What the hell, Zoro!?”

“Shit.”

The moss head was quick to his feet, offering you a hand, “Dammit, you should've been more careful.”

You snatched his extended hand and scoffed, “I wasn't the one who moved so suddenly.”

Pulling you to your feet, Zoro continued to hold your hand, “I wasn't the one complaining so loudly.”

“I can’t help it. We’ve been here all day,” You played with his larger fingers, “Plus, you promised you'd explore the island with me today.”

You could hear Zoro grumble under his breath before sighing loudly, “Training is more important right now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What, why?"

Your thoughts raced around in your head to find a reason for Zoro's sudden uptightness. You were quick to settle on striking golden eyes and a small dagger. Dracule Mihawk. He and Zoro had put on quite the show only weeks ago.

Rubbing Zoro's palm, you quirked a brow, "Are you still hung up about that Mihawk guy beating you?”

“I'm not hung up.”

You flinched at Zoro’s tone, “You clearly are.”

Quickly dropping your hand, Zoro turned away from you, “Listen it doesn't even matter what you think. You wouldn't understand. You're not a swordsman.”

“I'm not a swordsman but I'm definitely your girlfriend,” you snapped at his back.

“Just because you're my girlfriend doesn't mean you can control my training.”

“Just because you're a swordsman doesn't mean you can just dismiss me.”

The room filled with a silence thick enough to cut with a sword. You thought you might drown on land. Staring into Zoro's rigid back, you tried to manifest any form of response from him.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, Zoro rolled his shoulders and turned to face you. Your breath caught in your throat at his expression. It was dark, almost...menacing. It was a gaze he normally reserved scum marines and enemy pirates alike, but never for you.

“You're the one who's dismissing me!”

A forced laugh erupted from your mouth, “How am I dismissing you, moss head?” You crossed the space between the two of you, “By telling you to take one measly break?”

Zoro’s eyes bore into your own as if trying to find his next words. Grabbing your hand, he placed it on his bare chest, “Do you see this?”

You tensed at the feeling of the scar tissue, Mihawk.

“This...this scar is why I have to be stronger. For the crew. For Luffy,” Zoro squeezed your hand, “For you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Zoro, I didn't-”

“Maybe we should break up.”

You paused, mouth stuck open in shock, “...what?”

It felt like you had swallowed glass, pins and needles running down your esophagus into your stomach. But the glass still wasn't enough to fill the large pit beginning to form.

Gently, Zoro pushed your hand away from him, “This relationship,” he took a deep breath, “Might be too much of a distraction.”

You never really understood when people said it felt like their heart was being ripped out of their chest. But now? It felt like your whole chest cavity had been removed.

Slowly, hot tears began to cascad down your rosied cheeks, “You think I'm a distraction?”

Zoro paused, his internal conflicted evident on his face, “...yes.”

You clenched your teeth together tightly, “Screw you, Zoro! I can barely get you to pay attention to me when someone even mentions the word “sword” but I'm the distraction?!” You jammed a finger into his chest, avoiding his scar, “If you needed an excuse to break up with me so badly you could've at least chosen a good one!”

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Zoro favored staring at the ground, “But if I want to be the greatest swordsman I can't be with you.” His hand captured the one buried in his chest, "Not yet at least."

You ripped your hand away from him, "If not now, then never." Your eyes searched Zoro's, looking for any sign of regret, "Choose, Zoro."

"Its over, y/n," Massive arms pulled you into a warm hug, "I'm sorry."

Clutching onto him, you sobbed silently. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he just have both?

"I love you."

“Fuck you.”

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