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azzibuckets · 3 days

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For the Love of the Game [Pazzi | Part 8]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: in which the “fake” in fake dating starts to rear its ugly head

a/n: probably the most painful thing i’ve ever written

word count: 2.2k

masterlist w/ all parts

“How was practice?”

Azzi gently stirred the mug of hot chocolate as she carefully brought it over to Paige, who accepted it with a grateful smile.

“Pretty good. Worked on our box and one defense.” Paige brought the mug to her lips but Azzi halted her, leaning over to blow on the steaming liquid first. “Careful. It’s hot.”

The younger girl took a seat on the couch, bringing Paige’s feet onto her lap. This is how their past few nights had looked like - Azzi rubbing Paige’s legs while recounting practice detail by detail, from the conditioning to the drills to the scrimmages. It was slightly exhausting giving such a complete run down of their entire three hour practice, especially since Paige tended to asked questions that seemed irrelevant, making the whole spiel last even longer, but from the way the blonde listened intently, Azzi knew that this was how she was coping.

So these days she’d found herself stopping to take notes during practice, of important things that Geno said or observations she made of their plays, so that Paige would have something interesting to hear about.

“That’s good.” Paige pressed the heel of her foot against Azzi’s thigh, sending her a soft smile. “I missed you today.”

Azzi pinched Paige’s skin, a playful grin on her face. “You just saw me yesterday.”

“I know, but it’s not enough. It gets so lonely in here. Going outside is so tiring with crutches and shit.” Paige leaned her head back, breathing hard. When Azzi didn’t respond, only comfortingly patting her leg, she took it as a sign to continue. “I can’t even hang out with the girls no more because I feel like I’m dragging everyone behind, pathetically limping and trying to catch up.” Paige was on a rant now, her pent up anger seeping through her words. “But then I can’t go out alone, cuz sometimes people will start swarming me like I’m an animal at a zoo, and I can’t even escape because of my stupid leg.”

Paige was heaving now, and she was surprised when she looked down and saw that a wet drop had fallen on the collar of her shirt. Touching her cheek with her fingertips, she’d realized that tears had started to fall. “This is so stupid,” Paige grumbled. “I don’t know why I’m getting emotional over this shit.”

“Hey.” Azzi’s voice was gentle, a soothing balm to Paige’s wounds. “It’s not stupid. I get what you mean. I tore my ACL in high school. People always talk about the obvious struggles like not being able to play and stuff, but they don’t know about all these little things that make even daily life so hard.” She gently swiped her thumb over a tear rolling down Paige’s cheek. “I might have a solution to your problems, though.”

“What?” Paige perked up, suddenly interested.

Azzi smirked. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

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The next day, when Azzi opened the door of Paige’s apartment with the key that she’d been gifted, she came with a shiny wheelchair in tow.

She heard Paige moving around in the bathroom, so she rushed to hide the wheelchair behind the couch before the blonde could step out. The water from the faucet started running, and soon Paige limped out on her crutches.

“Oh my god, you scared me for a second,” Paige laughed.

Azzi slowly winded her arms around the older girl’s waist. “Guess what?”

Paige kissed the corner of Azzi’s mouth, trying to calm her heart that was now racing just from seeing the girl. “What?” But Azzi didn’t respond. She merely grabbed Paige’s crutches with one hand while supporting her waist with the other. She tossed them to the side, laughing at the confusion on Paige’s face.

“Are you gonna magically heal my knee?” Paige asked sarcastically, gripping into Azzi’s elbow for dear life.

“Nope. But today we’re going out, and all you’ll need is this.” Azzi slowly guided Paige to the couch, where she pointed at the wheelchair.

The blonde’s eyes widened. “No way!”

“Yes, way.” Azzi made sure Paige was steadily holding on to the couch before jogging to retrieve the wheelchair. “When I tore my ACL I had the same issue. I felt all pent up in my room but crutches were way too big of a nuisance. So my dad surprised me with a wheelchair and he’d just take me to the park and stuff so I could get some fresh air without having to hobble everywhere.”

Paige situated herself into the wheelchair, still in disbelief at the kind gesture. She felt Azzi run her hands through her hair, collecting and bringing it back, exposing the nape of her neck for her to brush her lips against. “Ready?” she murmured against her skin.

“Fuck yes.”

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Paige never thought she’d be so happy to be in a wheelchair. But here she was, being pushed by Azzi around the Storrs campus, and she’d never felt so giddy.

At first, they walked quietly, without aim. Paige would occasionally point things out and Azzi would respond with a hum. Every so often Azzi would let her fingernails lightly scratch across Paige’s shoulders, a soft reminder of her presence, and both were content.

“Oh my god, Az. There’s ice cream.” Paige turned around and gave such adorable puppy eyes that the dark haired girl could only roll her eyes affectionately and give in. When Paige started quietly chanting, “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,” Azzi shook her head, marveling at how to everyone else, Paige as a big and intimidating all star athlete, but to Azzi, she was just a dork.

“You wanna share?” Paige asked, studying the menu with the most concentration and thoughtfulness that Azzi had ever seen from her.

“Only if we get mint chip.”

“So you like toothpaste. Gotcha.”

Azzi leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You weren’t saying that last night.” The blonde immediately blushed, recalling how while they’d brushed their teeth last night, Azzi had looked so gorgeous that she couldn’t help herself but kiss her right then and there. Azzi had shrieked and pushed her off, but Paige had chuckled, pressing another toothpastey kiss to her cheek.

But Paige quickly recovered. “Well, anything tastes good when it’s on your lips.” This time it was Azzi’s turn to blush furiously.

For the rest of their “walk,” Paige focused on slurping her ice cream cone, occasionally lifting it up for Azzi to take a bit.

“You ate basically all of it,” Azzi complained once Paige had popped the last piece of cone into her mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you asking for a bite from all the way up there,” Paige mocked.

Azzi leaned over the back of the wheelchair, staring at Paige upside down. “You’re an idiot,” she’d laughed as she’d pressed her lips to Paige’s.

“Very nice,” Paige approved once they broke apart. “Like Spider-man.”

The girls heard a high-pitched squeal come from behind them, and they both turned around, surprised to see Leo barreling towards them.“That was so cute!” Paige looked down, noticing the camera in Leo’s hand. “But do you think you could redo that kiss, with everything exactly the same? My lens went out of focus so the video came out kinda blurry.”

“What?” Paige looked at Azzi to see if she was just as confused as they were, but Azzi was staring icily at Geno’s daughter, her jaw clenched and rigid.

“Uh, for the documentary?” Leo held up her camera, as if that explained everything. “Azzi, I knew I agreed not to come yet, but this was so great! I think after this we can just move onto the interviews. I won’t be needing any more content.”

“Leo,” Azzi said roughly, taking a menacing step towards her. “Please leave.”

“What?” The peppy brunette looked taken aback.

“No, don’t leave,” Paige interjected. She looked between the two of them in disbelief. “Does someone wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Now Leo looked confused. “Azzi? I thought you told her?”

“Fucking hell.” Azzi let go of the wheelchair, pressing her palms against her temples. “I was going to,” she mumbled. “I swear I was, but-”

“Someone tell me what the fuck is going on right now.” Paige heard her own voice, and it took even her by her surprise. She hadn’t used a tone so filled with malice and aggression against Azzi since before they’d started this whole thing, and right now that felt like decades ago.

Leo looked hesitantly at Azzi before saying softly, “Um, I know the truth about you guys. That you two aren’t actually dating.”

Panic rose up in Paige’s throat. “Fudd, you told her?”

“I didn’t tell her!” Azzi said quickly, her voice all nervous and high pitched. “She overheard one of our conversations and asked me about it.”

“But I told her I’d keep the secret to myself, including from my dad, as long as you guys would agree to keep doing my segment. It’s way too late into the semester to throw my whole project away,” Leo defended.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Azzi’s heart lurched at the wounded look in Paige’s eyes. She glanced at Leo. This was not the way she’d planned for this conversation to play out, in front of Leo and in public, with some people now staring at them.

“I-”

“Wait.” Paige interrupted. “So why is Leo here right now? Can someone explain that?”

Leo looked guiltily down at her camera, as if she’d just been caught red handed. “Well, you’ve been out with your ACL, so you haven’t really been around to help film for my doc. Which I totally understand, it’s really terrible what happened. But then I realized I was really running short on scenes, and they’re due in a week, so I asked Azzi if there was any chance that I could get any more candids of you guys.” A headache was starting to form behind Paige’s eyes, throbbing and threatening to split her skull. “Azzi texted back and said that she was taking you around campus today, and that I could come get some shots if I wanted,” Leo finished, staring at the ground.

“I told you that you could get some shots after I gave you the say so.” Azzi spit, her eyebrows drawn together in fury as she glared at Leo. “Not whenever the fuck you wanted, just following us like creeps.” Azzi leaned down until she was eye to eye with Paige. “Listen, P. I was planning on telling you that Leo knew. And I was planning on asking you for permission for her to come take some shots at the end of the day, so that she’d have enough to turn in. I was planning on doing all this before Leo came, but I forgot.” Azzi’s voice came out patched and broken. “I swear I wouldn’t have let her if you’d said no.”

Paige‘s knuckles clenched tight, her fingernails digging into the palms of her hand so hard that she started to draw blood. Of course.

Why else would Azzi show up to her apartment with this godforsaken wheelchair, with that stupid big grin of hers, and offer to spend her entire day pushing Paige around like a servant? Azzi hadn’t cared that Paige had opened up to her, been vulnerable to her about how difficult it had been to be stuck on crutches, helpless and incapable. No, she’d wheeled Paige around in order to look like a hero, to look like the model girlfriend in front of Leo’s dumbass cameras, motivated to save her own ass from being kicked off the Europe trip.

All of the times Azzi had shown up to her apartment, groceries in hand, had stayed for a movie and fallen asleep on Paige’s shoulder? Those moments had meant everything to Paige, and nothing to her. Paige cursed herself for letting her guard down, for letting herself fall in love with Azzi Fudd. For letting herself believe that they could be anything more than enemies.

She turned to Leo. “Take me home,” she demanded, her voice cold.

“Paige, wait.” Azzi scrambled furiously to stand in front of the wheelchair. “Please, you don’t understand.”

“Understand what? The fact that you know I have a hard time opening up to people, yet when I finally opened up to you about my insecurities about using crutches, you immediately took advantage of that?” Paige laughed, but it was bitter and hollow because right now, nothing was funny.

“That wasn’t my intention at all. You can’t-”

“You know what?” Paige interrupted. “I can’t even be mad at you. This is what we agreed to after all. Fake dating. Nothing less, nothing more.” She laughed bitterly. “In fact, I should thank you for being the reasonable one. For not being stupid enough to get your feelings involved like I did.” Paige bit the inside of her cheek so hard she could taste blood. “This was really a genius plan. Lugging the cripple around, getting her ice cream like she’s a poor child that needs to be saved. You’re smart, Fudd, I’ll give you that.” Paige hated it, the way Azzi was recoiling into herself because of her words, but she couldn’t think. She could only feel, and right now she was feeling a whole lot of hurt.

Leo nervously took ahold of Paige’s wheelchair.

“Paige, you don’t even know what you’re saying,” Azzi said. And apparently Paige was better at controlling her emotions than Azzi was, because Azzi was crying now, forcing words through her tears.

Paige cut her off again. “Save it.” She motioned for Leo to push, and they began heading in the opposite direction. “Don’t bother coming to my surgery.”

Paige hadn’t meant that. Oh god, she hadn’t meant that. They’d talked about her surgery just days earlier - Azzi had joked that she would fill up Paige’s entire apartment with stuffed animals to await her return; she’d joked that she’d show up to her hospital room from the first visiting hour and stay until the last, nagging and bothering Paige the entire time until Paige begged her to leave; she’d joked that she’d bring the biggest and brightest bouquet of flowers she could find so that she would outshine all the other measly attempts at flowers that people would bring. Paige had laughed, but in her head, she’d thought about how much she wouldn’t have minded if Azzi actually followed through with her words. About how the first face she wanted to see after her surgery was Azzi, and only Azzi. But she hadn’t said any of that, had instead giggled and swatted Azzi on the shoulder.

But now, the distance between them grew further and further, and it took Paige everything not to break apart right then and there.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #uconnwbb #wbb #wcbb #angst

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smalltimidbean · 2 days

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tell us about key lime please! They're so silly :D

(Although probably gonna break some of said paragraphs into bullet points so it's not too daunting jkfdgkjs)

First part is backstory stuff!;

Key Lime Pie - usually just shortened to Key - was clone number #04963, and is predominantly insect DNA, such as dragonflies, ants and beetles (haven't decided specifics yet)

They managed to escaped containment when all clones were being moved from an off-site lab to one in the Tower - thanks to their small size, they were able to sneak past any security and make their way into some vents

Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately - they fell down said vents and ended up on the third floor of the Tower - specifically what is known to us as the level 'Deep-Dish 9'

From the scientists' perspective, no one noticed Key was gone until they were moving clones into their rooms, and since most of the clones were unfortunately seen as expendable, no one looked for them and Key was quickly presumed dead, and thus a failure

But Key was alive - although a little shaken up by the fall and suddenly in a new and unfamiliar place - but they were a brave little guy!!!

They explored around for a while, and they found an unused spaceship, along with a spacesuit

Unbeknownst to them, these were intended for Peppino, but upon seeing a portrait of Peppino in previously mentioned spacesuit, by previously mentioned spaceship (where did this portrait come from? idk), Key had convinced themselves that the image was of them and these were their space things

Key had also changed their form to more resemble the portrait - mainly losing the chef's hat and tank top

Key donned the spacesuit - and despite the size/number of arms discrepancy between themselves and Peppino, the suit fit them just fine (bc it's super advanced or something)

However the ship was not in the best condition, and could not fly, but it was fitted with some accommodations - like a little kitchen and bedroom - so Key decided to make the ship's current location their base of operations until it was fixed up enough to fly

There was... A lot of trial and error as Key figured out how all the technology worked, but Key was probably one of the more intelligent clones, so it didn't take terribly long for them to understand it

They would frequently leave their ship to explore and look for supplies and parts - often 'borrowing' from the Olive Aliens or dismantling the larger, crashed ships and salvaging the things they needed

Key has also snagged an Olive Trooper's blaster as a means of defending themselves - although they have never actually used it as a weapon yet. Luckily for them, they haven't come across many threats and most run away when faced with a blaster (or Key just runs away first)

Key lived like this for a while, and they did eventually manage to get their ship working enough to fly, occasionally exploring the other planets that were nearby

They were on one of these explorations when Peppino went through the level, so they did not see him nor were they aware of his mission

Key had returned just in time for the Crumbling of the Tower, not sure what was happening, but they attempted to make an escape, just as all the other beings were doing

Unfortunately, Key's ship was hit by falling debris, and crashed, also knocking Key unconscious in the process

By the time Key woke up, the Tower was completely destroyed, and the ship was part of the debris

However to Key, they thought that they'd just crash-landed on a new planet, completely unaware that they were just simply outside the Tower

And now, Key is currently working on fixing up their spaceship (again) to try and get home - also completely unaware that there is no 'home' to return to...

This part is character things!;

As mentioned, Key is very smart - when they were in the lab, they'd frequently ace any tests given to them, and had great potential to the scientists - although, it was also this intelligence that helped them escape in the first place

They can figure out new technology fairly quickly - albeit with a lot of trial and error - and they enjoy taking things part and putting them back together, just to see how it works

While they are very curious, and love to explore, Key is incredibly anxious around other living beings, and usually avoids any interaction if they can help it

They are mostly mute, and cannot speak any human language - if they do need to communicate, they 'talk' via chirping (akin to a cricket)

They are pretty non-expressive in the face, but their antennae usually gives away to how they are feeling - ie curled is neutral, crooked is distressed, completely curled up and pressed to the sides of their head is overwhelmed, twitching slightly is happy etc

Along with the pair on their head, Key's 'moustache' are also antennae - these are all extremely sensitive and can be used to smell, hear or touch things

Key has a hardened shell on their back (known as an elytra), which can open up to reveal a set of dragonfly-like wings (how do wings longer than the elytra fit in there? idk, clone bullshit kjdfgk)

While they can fly with these wings, Key rarely does so, usually only hovering to reach something high or to give themselves a boost while jumping - they also tend to flare their wings out when surprised, frightened, or performing a threat display as a means to appear larger than they are

Speaking of threat displays, while Key also rarely uses theirs, they tend to split their face open while performing one

Despite being a 'flight' over 'fight' being, Key has a lot of abilities that they could use in a fight, if they so wanted to, thanks to their various DNAs - they have very large teeth, a fairly potent venom which can cause burning hot hives and itchiness, and although they have a very small stature, they are incredibly strong, able to lift roughly 50 times their own weight

But as implied, they do not like to fight, and prefer to keep others at a distance with the help of their blaster - any attacks are made in self-defence

Also as implied, unlike most clones' 'clothing', Key's spacesuit is not part of them and can be removed - not that they like to take it off

They also rarely remove their helmet as of currently, believing that the planet's air could be poisonous to them (which isn't wrong but y'know), and they will only remove it while in their ship

The large pocket on the front of Key's suit works similarly to a clone's pouch - as in it is a small hammerspace - but Key's can be opened from the inside, allowing them to interact with outside objects from the safety of their suit (i.e. they put something in the pocket from the outside, close it and then open the pocket from the inside)

They mostly use this pocket (and the other pockets on their suit) to carry parts and their blaster, they have recently started collecting other things, such as lost jewellery, coins and shiny rocks

They also have an interest in the local flora, frequently taking flowers back to drink the nectar in them - this may or may not have caused the sudden boom of new plants growing around the remains of the Tower, as Key is both planting them and pollinating them, albeit unintentionally

Much like flowers, Key very much enjoys the rain, finding it very soothing, and they will either sit out in it with their suit on, or have a nap to the sounds while in their ship - however, they don't like to get wet, mostly bc of the unpleasant sensation on their skin, and they cannot fly if their wings get wet

While there usually is rain when it happens, Key is terrified of thunder and gets overwhelmed to the point of a panic attack during thunderstorms - they usually hide in their room when one happens, but they'll find anywhere they can if they are away from their ship

Key has yet to experience other weather phenomenon such as snow, but they are confused and somewhat unsettled about hail (hard rain? how?)

Key has also yet to see another clone at this time, nor have they seen the real Peppino despite living nearby

This part is just fun facts about their creation!;

As previously mentioned, Key is based on another OC of mine called Kyp, who also believes themselves to be from another planet and has several bug-like features. But unlike Key, Kyp is just a baby and was adopted by a couple, and has a weird cat

Kyp is also from the same world that Satoshi (Linguine's OG form) is from! While they have never interacted in that world, they might in this one, hehe

Key's spacesuit and the idea it was meant for Peppino is based on Deep-Dish 9's title card, where Peppino is wearing a white suit with red gloves/accents

Similarly, the idea that the spaceship was also intended for Peppino is from the scrapped mechanic that Peppino would deliver (a) pizza, presumably while in one like the title card (but that's just personal speculation) - so Key taking the suit and ship is why Peppino doesn't do that in this AU hkjgdjkl

Originally, Key was going to believe themselves to be an Olive Alien, but I thought that was too farfetched and came up with them seeing a picture of Peppino instead

As with most clones, Key is a giant metaphor for the 'tism, can you tell dgkljsghk

And I think that's all I got for now! So if you read all that, then thank you jkfgkfg

#bean talks too much #hopefully this does not slide into the main tag bc this is another dash stretcher #but if it does then oh well jkfdgkj #oc: bean #sona tag #OC: Key Lime Pie the Peppiclone #pizza tower oc #pizza tower

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vampyrsutton · 20 hours

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Stuffed Bird

Summary:

When Hawks gets stuck in a wall, Dabi offers some fun.

Ao3 Tags:

Stuck in a Wall, Multiple Orgasms, Clones, Clone Sex, multiple rounds, The Turkey Has Been Stuffed, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is a Little Shit, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, cum stuffing, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings

Notes:

For Day 4 of @dabihawksweeks 2024!

NSFW Prompt: Stuck-In-A-Wall

Hawks is officially beyond done with this fucking mission.

Infiltrate the League. They had said.

It will be easy for someone of your level. They had said.

Well, what about when he starts catching feelings for the local arsonist and starts to feel at home with the misfits he calls colleges, huh? What then?

He gets thrown through a wall at three in the morning trying to keep Toga safe on a side of town he’s not supposed to be on leaving him unable to radio for help with even his naked wing nubs protruding too much to be able to get himself free.

Miraculously he wasn’t being crushed, but actually trying to escape threatened that so he was stuck until Toga returns with help. He sighs, watching another dust mote drift around the store room his upper half was stuck in while his feathers remained vigilant protecting his backside that was facing the alley.

Just not vigilant enough apparently, because somehow, like always since he and the arsonist started getting close, Dabi manages to sneak up behind him, making Hawks give a squawk from inside the store room when his lower back is caressed. “Who-” His feathers pick up on the familiar heartbeat. “Dabi! Stop messing with me and help me out, dammit!

Dabi chuckles lowly, fingers heating up slightly to relax the hero. “Calm down, birdie, you know I’m not strong enough to get you out of there. You’re gonna have to wait for Spinner and Twice to come dig you out. I was just nearby so came to keep you company.”

Hawks curses, trying not to slump and risk his precarious situation changing. “Well, how long will that take?”

Hawks’s feathers sense Dabi's shrug. “We’re on the other side of the prefecture so probably around two hours, maybe less. It’s hard to say.” It’s Hawks himself that can sense the smirk now. “You’re lucky I was in recruiting in the area. Especially with your back exposed like this. It would be too easy for someone to come and take advantage of your situation.”

“You mean like you’re about to suggest we do?” Hawks deadpans, really not in the mood for Dabi’s dramatics at the moment. “Normal bondage not enough for you?”

“Aw, come on, birdie, what’s got your feathers all ruffled?” Dabi asks as though Hawks isn’t stuck in a wall!

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Dabi.” Hawks snips sarcastically. “Maybe its the fact that I’m running on four hours of sleep and a coffee, it's a little chilly, and, oh yeah, I. Am. Stuck. In. A. Wall like some doujin or something! Excuse me for not plastering on the PR smile that you can’t see anyway.” He mutters, crossing his arms on the other side. “And my connection is try to use it to act out one of those doujin.”

“Ouch, back down to connection.” Dabi hisses in amusement. “Harsh. And here I was just trying to help you pass the time. Are you not the least bit curious?”

Hawks is silent for a moment.

Well, now he is.

“Dammit, Dabi,” Hawks mutters, able to sense the smirk grow from the amused hum. “Fine. You have lube?”

“With how much we fuck in random warehouses?” Dabi snickers and Hawks feathers can hear something uncap. “What kind of amateur do you take me for?”

Hawks mutters just to be pissy before letting a feather slip in the cracks to protect his middle while Dabi gets his flight pants down. He shivers slightly at the sudden chill, but it’s quickly replaced by the sometimes sweltering heat that just comes with being around Dabi in general.

“Your tail feathers are coming back in,” Dabi notes, running a warm finger over a vein in one of the still-small feathers. “They’re cute.”

Hawks flushes on the other side of the wall at how the feathers raise in invitation and tattle about how nice it feels. Hawks had been forced to pluck them for so long that he didn’t remember what they feel like so they’re incredibly sensitive, and the heat of Dabi’s fingers on them might be one of his favourite things if it wouldn’t make the villain so smug.

“And so responsive.” Dabi drawls, gripping them lightly. “I wonder if I’ll be able to use them like a handle when they’re their full size. Or even…”

Hawks can’t hold back a croon when Dabi drags his warm hand up the feathers like he would Hawks’ sick and it has a similar effect with how sensitive they are. “D-Dabi!”

He was suddenly regretting listening to Spinner’s mutant positivity since it was currently being used against him.

Dabi hums questioningly, but he knows exactly what he’s doing and they both know it. “Yeah, those are going to be fun.”

“I will go back to plucking them if you’re going to use them for evil.” Hawks warns only to pout when he is laughed at instead.

“Probably shouldn’t let a villain fuck you then if you don’t want evil involved.” Dabi points out as Hawks’ feathers pick up the wet sound of lube. “And with such a tempting little toy twitching in front of me? It’d be cruel to both of us to deny myself that.”

Hawks just huffs, swatting at him with one of the feathers he had sent out to guard him and scowling when Dabi just laughs. His scowl very quickly turns to an embarrassed moan when trying to cover Dabi’s mouth with the feather earns him the drag of warm tongue and stitches right along the sensitive vein that makes his wings tremble on the side of the wall that most of him is on. “Fuuu- I’m still killing that doctor if I get my hands on him, but he definitely deserves a thanks for that little enhancement.”

Dabi smirks against the retreating feather, nipping at it before his lube-slicked hand returns to Hawks’ exposed ass. “Haven’t had a complaint yet. Ready?”

Hawks just lets his tail feathers rise more in invitation before shuddering when a warm finger prods his rim before sinking in. “Fuck.”

“Soon.” Dabi agrees, working his finger in slowly and keeping the temperature just right that Hawks can’t seem to help but relax around him. “Good boy. You open up so easily for me now, don’t you?”

Hawks’s face flushes on the other side of the wall as he tries not to squirm and shift the rubble. It was weird not being able to see Dabi. He can feel him—would know those hot fingers anywhere and especially inside him—but not being able to see him creates a weird sort of disconnect that sets off his fight or flight while also being strangely hot. His feathers puff up as another finger is added, beginning to properly work Hawks open, but if Dabi isn’t talking and Hawks ignores the familiar feelings through his feathers, it could be anyone back there and it makes him panic as much as it makes his wings tremble in interest.

The hot hands and low, mean laugh combined with the distinct sound that his dramatic ass coat made, however, leaves no doubt in his mind who was behind him opening him up to use as a fuck hole and makes him hold in a coo when Dabi crooks his fingers just right to still drag a moan out of him. The villain is quick and efficient as though Hawks is nothing more than a glory hole or a toy, getting him stretched open without any of his usual pretty or mean words, but still using every trick he knows to get Hawks to open up for him with ease and for some reason that has Hawks hotter and more embarrassed than the villain’s dirty talk ever has. He's a top hero dammit, and here he was about to be used like a common whore.

He hopes Dabi doesn't notice how his cock twitches between his legs or he’ll never hear the end of it. It'll be the topic of back alley tryst for months, whispered about filthily in his ear as he's fucked, and dammit, what has Dabi done to him that the mere thought turns him on so much?

“For someone who was bitching so much just a few minutes ago, you sure are responsive now.” Dabi smirks as he pulls his fingers out of Hawks and smears the excess lube down the hero's dick just to make him choke on a moan. “Look at how hard you are. And so sensitive too. Tell me, hero, what's got you so worked up?” He asks as he starts undoing his belt and pulls down his zipper, watching Hawks' hole clench around nothing. “It's only been a week, have you really missed me that much?”

Hawks groans, knowing the silence is too good to be true. “Just get on with it. I wanna get out of this wall and I doubt Spinner and Twice want a show whenever they get here.”

Dabi just chuckles lowly, squirting more lube over Hawks' hole to make a mess more than anything and smearing some on his pierced cock as he lines up. “I doubt they'd care, and I owe Spinner some scarring for fucking Natsuo on the couch last week.” He hums, only sounding slightly annoyed as he drags his cock over Hawks' puckering hole just to see him shiver and hear him coo. “One of Twice’s voices might even ask to join in and what would you do then, hmm? You're stuck. Stuck in a wall with your ass to the world just begging to be fucked. You mentioned doujin, I think I have a marker somewhere. Can leave tallies on your ass as a little reminder. How does that sound?”

Hawks tries to ignore how his wings puff in interest. It's not like it’d be the first time he was passed around the League, but unless they spoke, he wouldn't know who was fucking him until they were already inside and something about it sent a shiver through him and made his cock pulse with need.

“Oh, you like that idea, don't you?” Dabi taunts. “We could make that happen, you know? Let Shiggy disintegrate a hole in the wall to stuff you in. Wonder if we could get a nomu involved? Though that would probably fuck you through the wall and I don't really want my birdie broken either.” Dabi hums in thought, unaware Hawks is definitely putting a pin in that for later. “Oh well.”

That’s all the warning Hawks gets before he chirps as Dabi starts pushing in with a curse, being merciless with each piercing that pops past Hawks' rim and grinds against his prostate. His wings knock shit off of shelves as they fly out and tremble, but Hawks pays it no mind as he's filled, Dabi as big as ever but giving him barely any time to get used to the feeling like back when they first started fucking months before. It burns a bit, both from the too-fast stretch and the heat, but fuck if Hawks hadn't missed it a little.

“So fucking tight.” He hears Dabi hiss on the other side of the wall as probably his forehead thuds against the bricks. “Only your ass hanging out like this, it's like fucking a sex toy. Like one of those fake asses you can get? Hmm, wonder if you'll last longer than my last one.” He chuckles lowly.

Hawks opens his mouth to ask what the hell that means, but Dabi's already pulling his cock back out to slam it back in and Hawks cries out at the feeling. He digs his talons into the bricks around him, moaning as he's taken hard and fast, used like nothing more than a toy without any regard for his own pleasure which really shouldn't be as hot as it is but neither should fucking a villain be.

“Dabi!” He moans, boots scraping against bricks as he tries to find some sort of leverage to thrust back against him, but that risked knocking bricks loose so he had to just dangle there like a good little fleshlight and take it. “Fuck! Harder!”

Dabi chuckles meanly, hot hands gripping Hawks' hips almost enough to burn and definitely tight enough to bruise as he chases his own pleasure, squelching and slapping echoing in the alley as he abuses the hero’s lube sloppy hole like it was made for it. He grants his request for harder but does so under the stipulation of avoiding his prostate altogether just to hear Hawks chitter in frustration as Dabi enjoys the power trip. Hawks will use his safe words if there's an actual problem so until then, Dabi doesn't see a problem in having a little fun. It's been a while since he's fucked the blond rough and hard, and the hero knows Dabi will take care of him in the end either way.

“Shit, birdie, you're squeezing me like you plan to take my dick off. That's not quick release like my mouth, you know?” Dabi chuckles morbidly as he continues pounding into his birdie. “But if you want my cock that badly, I'll be sure to give you Every. Last. Centimetre.” He growls, thrusting harder with each word against Hawks’ prostate before going back to avoiding it.

Hawks chirps and moans, feathers digging into the wall between them as they sharpen along with the ones outside if Dabi’s startled curse is anything to go by.

“Hey, watch it! I thought I trained you out of trying to slice me to ribbons!” Dabi warns, smacking Hawks’ ass to get another chirp out of him and make him tighten around his cock. “Behave or I actually use you like a cum dump, and don’t let you cum.”

Hawks squawks in outrage, wings flapping against the wall. “Dabi!”

“Are you going to behave?” Dabi asks lowly, having stopped all movement.

Hawks chitters, trying to squirm for stimulation, but he feels the wall shift around him and decides that’s a bad idea before slumping. “I’ll behave.”

“Good boy,” Dabi smirks before giving his ass another smack before starting to fuck him like he plans to break him. “Keep your word and you might actually get to cum this round.”

Hawks cries out as he’s fucked, feathers needing to fly around to help stabilise the wall even as he manages to snort. “You and what stamina, bacon bits?”

Normally, that would piss Dabi off and get Hawks fucked stupid just to prove a point because despite not being able to run more than a block without needing to find a place to hide and wheeze, Dabi definitely made up for it in the bedroom. Now though? Now he just laughs in a way that makes feathers sharpen again. “I think the ‘and what army’ would have been more accurate, pretty bird.”

Hawks chirps in confusion, too busy getting fucked to really try to piece it together until a hand cards through his hair to make him look up into the familiar turquoise eyes smirking down at him. “What the-”

“Like I said,” the new Dabi smirks, “‘and what army’. Did you forget Twice’s quirk and that Kurogiri exists?”

Hawks blinks slowly before flushing red because he had, in fact, forgotten both of those things pretty much the second Dabi suggested this. “No?” He lies before realising, “Wait, why the hell am I still in the wall?!”

He can hear both Dabis and several more laughing and his feathers twitch trying to count. “You’re stuck in the perfect position to be our good little fuck toy, and we weren’t supposed to at least try?” The Dabi in front of him laughs. “If you had said no, Kurogiri would have already been portalling you out, but since you said yes~”

Hawks tries to look away in embarrassment, but the hand in his hair prevents that so he’s stuck looking up at Dabi as he’s fucked hard from behind by possibly a clone of the same man. “So…uh…which one is the real one?” He asks, moaning as Dabi grinds along his prostate again.

The Dabi in front of him smirks. “Tell you what, birdie.” He starts as he undoes his belt and unzips his pants until his cock can prod Hawks’ lips. “If you can guess, you can cum and rest. If you can’t, then you can still cum, but we keep going until you figure it out or pass out. Whichever comes first.” He tilts his head predatorily as he strokes himself to full hardness. “How does that sound?”

It sounds like a terrible deal is how it sounds. Hawks knows how good Twice is with his quirk, and that every clone will have the same memories as the others up until they’re given autonomy. That’s a game he’s guaranteed to lose.

Unfortunately, he’s always been too fast for his own good, and that includes his mouth. “Deal.”

Dabi grins like the cat that caught the canary as he pulls blond hair and the Dabi outside thrusts harder to make Hawks cry out. “Don’t even think of backing out, slut. Now open up.”

Hawks shudders, opening his mouth wide to let the villain inside before moaning as his mouth is filled with cock and at the knowledge that Dabi is spit-roasting him by himself.

Normally he would get to lick and suck some or at least enjoy the weight of his cock and the feel of his piercings, but much like the Dabi outside with his ass, the one in front of him seems to be set on using him and immediately starts fucking Hawks face, only readjusting when he gags a little too hard to be considered sexy, but not once stopping. This leaves Hawks getting brutally fucked and stuffed full at both ends by the same, and fuck, Hawks did not know this was a thing for him but it has his cock aching to be touched as he moans.

Having already started before the other was even revealed, it doesn’t take much longer for the Dabi outside to start getting sloppy, gripping Hawks’ hips tight and burying himself to the hilt as he cums hard inside the hero. Hawks feels the wall shift slightly when Dabi has to pull his hands away to not burn Hawks, but Hawks can’t really be bothered to care until a feather hears a marker uncap.

…

He feels a line being drawn on his ass.

…

This fucker did not just put a tally on his ass!

The Dabi in front of him must realise that Hawks figured it out because he laughs at the mortification in Hawks’ eyes. “We told you we brought a marker.” He smirks. He doesn’t bother stopping to let Hawks respond, still fucking Hawks’ throat as another Dabi lines up to push into Hawks’ already sloppy hole and makes him moan around the cock in his mouth.

Hawks had considered the fact that Twice’s clones were impeccable. He had considered Dabi maybe lying about who was the real one. What he had failed to consider is that he just wouldn’t be given a chance to answer and would instead remain stuck in the wall being used as Dabi’s fuck doll until he passed out or tapped out and he manages an honestly pathetic warble at the realisation.

“Aww, what’s wrong, pretty bird?” The Dabi in front of him coos mockingly. “Did you finally realise what you signed up for?”

A choked chirp manages to escape that quickly turns into another moan as his eyes roll back when the new Dabi behind him starts targeting his prostate rather than avoiding it, both Dabi’s laughing at the little display as Hawks tightens around the one in his ass. He hopes Dabi didn’t expect him to hold out because there was no way he was going to last like this.

Sure enough, it’s not long before Hawks tenses up, his feathers trembling as he tries to hold off on cumming, and manages to focus his eyes enough to see Dabi smirking down at him. “What’s wrong, baby bird? Are you about to cum?” The smirk grows when Hawks makes an affirmative noise. “You haven’t even guessed yet. Hmmm, tell you what. If you can get it right right now, you can cum and we’ll finally get you out. If not, then we get to keep fucking you even after you do. How does that sound?” Just repeating the original deal in slightly different words, knowing Hawks is too desperate to notice.

Hawks groans, knowing he’s being set up but snaps once for yes, gasping when the Dabi in front of him finally pulls out of his throat. He hadn’t even been properly fucking his face, just lazily grinding and making Hawks cock warm him.

“Well, pretty bird? Who is it?” Dabi hums, leering down at him in amusement. “The first one, me, the second one, or do you think I’m still waiting?”

Hawks coughs, trying to clear his head enough to think with the second Dabi still targeting his prostate, but it was difficult when everything in him was torn between cumming and not cumming, and what was the question again?

As though to remind him, the Dabi behind him gives another slow grind against his prostate that makes his toes curl in his dangling boots as he croons.

“Well, baby bird?” The Dabi in front of him prods with a wicked smirk. “Who's it gonna be?”

Hawks groans, shaking his head to try to clear it, but the Dabi outside seems dead set on keeping him cock dumb and he moans instead, making another stupid decision. “I still get to cum if I don't figure it out?” He croaks, voice gravely from being face fucked and used as a cock sleeve.

Dabi grins wickedly, nodding. “As much as you want, but we don't stop until we're done.” He confirms.

Hawks chirps at another deliberate grind against his sensitive bundle of nerves and barely holds off cumming. “First one. Fuck it. Just let me-”

Dabi’s smirk widens, shaking his head and making a buzzer noise. “EHH! Sorry, birdie, guess you're ours to play with.” He laughs as he grips Hawks’ hair again before going back to bullying his throat. “You can cum now though.”

That's honestly all Hawks cares about as he moans and warbles around the cock in his mouth and cums hard over his barely pulled-down pants and onto the ground with the next pass over his prostate that leaves his ears ringing with the intensity.

True to their word, however, the Dabi’s don’t stop.

None of them do.

Hawks hasn’t even finished cumming and the Dabi behind him is this fucking him like it’s all Hawks is good for as the one in front of him continues to alternate between fucking his throat and using him as a cock warmer. The approximately three seconds he is allotted for post-nut clarity tells him that he is an idiot, and the one in front of him is probably his, but then the one behind him is adding to the mess the first one already left in his ass and kind of shorts out his brain when he decides to cum right against his prostate.

Was one of them sucking on a surveillance feather? One was definitely playing with one like a cherry stem sans actually twisting it, but it was mind-numbingly distracting all the same.

And he had agreed to all of them.

There’s barely a second humiliating tally on his ass before another one is sliding in. The sane part of him really wishes he could concentrate enough to figure out how many were out there, but he’s already having a hard enough time remembering how not to choke on Dabi’s cock so how many times he’s fucked quickly becomes the least of his concerns so long as he gets to cum. They’re leaving tallies anyway, he can just count them later if he remembers how.

With the ways they’re fucking him though? Yeah, he’ll be lucky if he remembers his old name.

It’s by the fourth Dabi in his ass that he starts losing track of what’s happening to him. His throat is sore and his ass is aching, but his head is perfectly fuzzy as the Dabi in front of him plays with his nipples, and two of the Dabis behind him are figuring out how to get a boot off of him to be able to spread his legs wider. It’s when the fifth and sixth enter start trying to enter him at the same time that he cries out with another orgasm and loses all sense of time from there.

They’re so fucking big and stuff him so full. How they’re managing to move him around without affecting the building Hawks doesn’t know but having so many piercings grinding against his sensitive walls so thoroughly has his eyes rolling back on a moan.

It's hours before they’re finally done with him, and Hawks doesn’t know if it's a continuous stream of different Dabi’s or the same few over and over, but he’s nearly unconscious in the wall and has been coming dry for a while.

“How you doing, pretty bird?” The Dabi in front of him asks, holding his cheek carefully, running his thumb over the apples.

Hawks blinks at him slowly before smiling goofily in a daze. “You’re my Dabi, aren’t you?”

Dabi grins wickedly though there is a tone of fondness in bright turquoise eyes. “Took you long enough.” He snickers, leaning forward to kiss Keigo’s dick-swollen lips and teasingly lick up some of the drool to hear him chirp. “Or did you just want fucked stupid?”

Hawks hums, doing his best to nuzzle into the finally gentle touches. “I figured it out a little after my wrong answer.” He admits. “But you changed the rules to one guess.”

Dabi chuckles, kissing Keigo again just to get another chirp. “Catch the did you, birdie? Yeah, thought running a train on you with just me sounded kind of hot.” He shrugs, grinning wolfishly. “I can’t wait to see what state your ass is in. I bet we had to use both cheeks.

Hawks’ face flames as bright as the wings he suddenly tries to hide in. “Did not!” He squawks, honestly having no clue. “How many of you were there anyway?”

“Hmmm, eight total, including me.” Dabi hums after a moment of thought. “But who knows how many rounds they went. I couldn’t really count from in here, and you didn’t look like you were keeping track.” He says with a tone of amusement.

Hawks just chuckles breathlessly. “Yeah, counting wasn’t an option. Numbers are imaginary, right?”

Dabi snorts at Hawks’ raspy mumbling, petting through blond hair soothingly to get a chirp. “Ready to get out of the wall, baby bird? Access the damage?”

“There is cum leaking out of my ass, Dabs. I have an idea.” Hawks mumbles. “But yes I want out of the wall. My ribs and stomach hurt.”

“Yeah, I wonder why.” Dabi snickers before standing up, and calling to the other side of the wall as he pulls his phone out to start texting. “If you assholes are done basting the turkey, get his pants pulled up and his belt back on! Kurogiri is on his way.”

Hawks doesn’t know whether to huff about being called a turkey or laugh about Dabi calling himself an asshole, but he does chirp when what he quickly realises is a plug gets shoved in his hole and squirms. “Dabi!”

“Do you want cum leaking in your pants?” Dabi smirks, ruffling Hawks’ hair as the blond pouts and Dabi presses send. It’s just as his belt is being refastened that he hears a familiar sigh from outside.

“Are you finished defiling our friend here?” Kurogiri asks in his usual even tone.

“Yup. All wrapped and ready for transport.” A Dabi outside smirks before patting Hawks’ spanked sore rear and making him yelp.

“Hmm, somehow I doubt there was any wrap involved, but as long as you are both clean, very well.” Kurogiri hums seconds before darkness envelopes Hawks and deposits him on Dabi’s bed with a groan.

Fuck, he hurt. Just how much did they fuck him?

It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Dabi comes through a portal of his own looking way too smug about the state Hawks is in. “Have fun, pretty bird?”

“My ass hurts and my legs feel like jelly.” Hawks pouts, scowling when Dabi just laughs.

“Oh, calm down feathers, you knew how to tap out,” Dabi smirks as he comes over to the bed to pet through blond hair and make Hawks trill grumpily. “Want a bath? Twice managed to fix the water heater at this one.”

Hawks hums, his already tired body easily relaxing to Dabi’s warm hands. “Yeah. Some asshole decided to leave tally marks on my ass like some cheap doujin.” He grins fondly.

Dabi just snorts, helping Hawks up and helping support his weight to the bathroom. “Want to see how many, birdie? Waiting through six other clones is plenty of time to recharge after all, and you let us fuck you for hours.”

Hawks’ face flushes a pretty shade of red, but curiosity killed the cat and all that. “...I guess I could peek while you’re helping get your cum out of me…” He mumbles shyly, swatting Dabi with a wing when he laughs.

“Hey, watch it.” Dabi bats at the wing in fake annoyance. “Keep that up and you can get the cum out yourself.”

They both knew he was full of shit, and he proves it barely ten minutes later when he bends Hawks over in the shower to lick it out of him like a freak.

Hawks doesn’t even try to look back as he moans and whines. He already saw it in the mirror.

Twenty-seven fucking tallies, the absolute menaces.

Or rather, just one menace in particular.

#dabihawks #hotwings #hotwingz #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #bnha #dabi #hawks #mha smut #dhweeknsfw24 #dabihawksweek24

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verminfang · 3 months

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Poets struggle of just staring at a wall thinking of enemy Eidolons but not being able to talk about them to potential players

#and probably not gonna be able to run it for a While #Eidolon become your best self

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shorlinesorrows · 1 month

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just got the time to start the sunshine court and I'm Vibrating out of my skin

#i did not think it was possible for me to like a character this much three chapters into a book #i might actually end up liking Jean better than Neil which is saying a Lot #something about a character whose route to survival had to be giving in and staying small instead of fighting back or running away #something about a character who has been taught to lock up their emotions for years or suffer the consequences #something about a character who is resigned to what happens to them because that's the only way they can survive in their environment #I am desperately hoping that Jean learns how to be ANGRY outwardly without permission.#I need that boy to be able to Rage out loud and do it MESSY #because I'm not convinced he's going to be able to really smile until he does #Also I'm really appreciating both the Renee and Thea content we've desperately needed more of both of them and they showed up so quick #privately hoping both stay present for a while but tbh i'm just excited for where this is headed #Anyways I also just fixated on Jean Moreau then discovered that (SPOILERS) he's 19???? Almost the same age as me??? hate riko hate riko HAT #anyway sorry riko enjoyers i know he's Complicated but I never liked him in the first place #and this book is making me look forward to his death even more than I did when I first read aftg. So.#listen i know he has Issues. I know Ichirou killing him without a second thought is probably the cruelest way that he personally can die #I also want him dead and gone. Those statements can and should coexist imho.#the sunshine court #jean moreau #really looking forward to finding out more about Jeremy too #this is gonna be a wild ride #jeremy knox #all for the game #love how nora's writing and characters can grab me in a chokehold and refuse to let me go thank you nora for the food

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camels-pen · 4 months

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(i haven't read Whole Cake in a while, and i never really watched it, so bear with me)

I'd love to write a fic with Usopp on Whole Cake. it'd be sooo fucking long and i'd need to refresh myself on the entire arc, but god i'd probably be so satisfied when it's done. specifically for having brought a single moment in my head to life, but we'll get to that.

On Zou, he insists to be taken along on the Sanji rescue team and has worked himself up with a whole bunch of very good reasons as to why he should go there instead of helping in Wano, but of course Luffy just immediately accepts with a "yeah sure"

With Whole Cake, I think he'd be flipping between having fun as part of the idiot trio/quartet (Luffy, Chopper, Carrot), and being terrified with Nami. There wouldn't be that many differences in the arc as a whole, though; some things would be easier/better and some things would be worse- I don't necessarily think Usopp's presence would be overall an advantage or disadvantage, just different. Like, major events would stay mostly the same, but little details would change and maybe those little details would build to a far more drastic change-

for example, maybe one of Big Mom's kids considers themself a great sniper and wants a match with Usopp, or is motivated to work harder because Usopp is around and they want to take him out and boast about it. Maybe it means Sunny takes more damage than canon, or maybe Usopp's help means less damage to Sunny. (idk if i'd really do smth like this, but it's just an example)

skjdhf fuck i'm really not equipped to try and figure this out when i don't remember shit from Whole Cake aaaa

I do know that, despite his penchant for talking and rambling, I'd probably have Usopp be dead silent after his initial shock when Sanji fights Luffy. Everything about that is the same, except Usopp is just watching Sanji the whole time- not panicking, not moving, and not speaking. He doesn't say a word the entire time, doesn't even make a sound, and that, along with Luffy's words and Nami's begging, stick with Sanji.

(Usopp is thinking of his own fight with Luffy in Water 7, he's partially wondering if this was what it was like- if it was this painful to watch from the sidelines- and partially knowing he doesn't have to say a word, because he knew, like he knew back then, that it didn't matter what was said. It wasn't quite the same, but he could tell in the way Sanji moved, in the way he spoke and held himself, that he was putting on a front, trying to be brave in all the wrong ways. Usopp didn't say a word to Sanji because there was nothing he could say that Sanji himself didn't already know. Should've known. And his quiet, direct stare, was more than enough.)

the singular moment i really wanna write, is a scene where Sanji is apologizing for dragging them into his mess- either during the big meeting in Bege's castle or some other time- and Usopp's like "I'll do what you can't, you do what I can't, right?" and Sanji pauses, a little confused, until he remembers Enies Lobby and a stupid mask and cape and-

and tears are gathering in his eyes now, fuck, but he laughs a little. It sounds wet and his face is itchy and they're surrounded by tentative allies, but he- he laughs again and he says, "Fuck, you remembered that?"

Usopp shrugs, a little smile on his face. "They were some wise words from a wise man."

Sanji laughs a third time. "You think I'm wise?"

And they banter a little more before Bege tells them to quit it since they're on a time constraint or something. Quietly, Usopp will ask, "It-it helps. On bad days. And I figured, 'what's a worse day than this?' Ah, not that you getting married would ever be bad per se-"

"Usopp," Sanji says, looking more relaxed and settled. He smiles fondly and grabs his friend in a one armed hug, crushing him to his side. "Thanks."

And yeah, don't remember much beyond that, except the whole "hiding and then busting out of the cake" bit, which would mean Usopp in a cute little tuxedo or smth- maybe with a fedora aaaaaa <- loves fedoras- helping out with the fighting and eventually sailing with everyone to Wano.

He would be so distressed about fixing up Sunny now that the whole thing with Whole Cake is over. Maybe there'd be a gag about him promising Franky to take good care of Sunny while they were gone and being confident, after being Franky's tinkering partner and learning from him over time, that he could handle minor repair work much better than he did the first time around with Merry. And so when he finally takes in all the very-not-minor repairs he has to do, he's certain Franky is gonna strangle him for not keeping his promise. Probably also try to write in some nostalgic 'repairman Usopp' vibes from pre-Water 7.

Also something something, Sanji, wanting to do more for the crew bc he still feels guilty about Whole Cake, decides to take it upon himself to help Usopp not fall into a whole anxiety spiral about the ship. In turn, Usopp ends up helping Sanji not feel so guilty- usually by handing his own words back to him on a silver platter. And, yknow, having the two of them bonding and being buddies again like they so rarely get to be in canon nowadays qwq

#one piece #usopp #whole cake island #nemotime #that bit in bege's castle isn't exactly how it would go. just kinda. trying to get the vibe. also it's wayyy too short lol #the sanuso bit can be platonic or romantic. originally when i was gonna write out this idea a while ago i was thinking romantic with my #'they get engaged/married b4 dressrosa' au but tbh platonic works just as good #im- these guys man. i hate them so much (affectionate)#i'll get to rereading whole cake and finding a way to put him in there but for now. this.#if anyone's got other ideas im all ears #edit from like march 7: thinking about this again #maybe usopp being silent is an indicator for sanji that usopp's really fucking disappointed or shocked or w/e #but for usopp himself it's like being back in water 7. he doesn't even mean to be silent. he's got words built up on the tip of his tongue #but none of them come out. and despite sanji being Right There all he wants to do in that moment. is run.#at the very least he stays and watches the whole confrontation through. but afterwards he probably feels like shit #because he's the guy who's great with words right? he's the guy that can relate the most out of the group who went to WCI. he should be abl #to make a significant difference and help convince sanji to come home. but he feels like he failed. like he's going to lose another friend #and it's going to be all his fault. (again)#[not really. we all know merry wasn't his fault but we love old insecurities rearing their head in this house]#later he'd probably end up saying the words he wanted to say. and maybe it's better that way. that he ended up waiting #until luffy's had a proper shot at scolding sanji first. because then usopp can act as support and reinforcement. which. yknow.#a sniper's duty and all #anyway i got other shit to do so i'm cutting myself off here #wci usopp

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