#FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU AND YOUR HAIR AND YOUR SWORD AND YOUR BULLSHIT HOW FUCKING DARE YOU

[gay-dorito-dust]

Do you think you could write some hcs about HSR men comforting reader who woke up from a nightmare?

Bonus if the source of the nightmare was Silver Wolf telling scary stories.

Argenti

Would immediately wake up the moment he senses that your sleep was being disturbed.

‘My sweet, what’s troubling you?’ He’d ask you, his eyes shone with concern.

‘Just got spooked by the story Silver Wolf told last night.’ You tell him.

‘Aww my beloved rose.’ He coos softly.

‘I know it’s stupid.’ You scoffed.

‘Oh no, not at all.’ He replied as he scooted himself closer to you and brought his hands up to hold your face and used his finger pads to caress your skin soothingly.

‘It’s okay to be scared for it is a reaction shared amongst all beings, but you should never feel such a way when I’m here to keep you safe.’ Argenti said as he presses his forehead to yours and began to hum a sweet, tender melody that swiftly had you drifting off back sleep within seconds.

‘Goodnight my beloved rose.’ He whispered after performing his song, pressing a kiss to your forehand and followed you in the dream realm where he could continue protecting you.

Welt

When Welt saw you had woken yourself from a nightmare and were obviously still reeling from the effects, he would wordlessly bring you into his arms slowly enough as not to frighten you and have you rest your head against his chest.

‘Are you comfortable in telling me what happened?’ He asks barely above a whisper.

‘It’s stupid.’ You replied, voice muffled from the way your face was pressed against his chest.

‘Not if it’s got you frightened this badly.’ He says against your head, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

‘It was the story Silver Wolf told last night.’ You finally tell him after debating on it for a bit.

‘It was truly a well put together story,’ Welt began as he recalled the events of last night and how tense you were the entire time, ‘I must admit I was slightly taken aback at times.’

You raised your head from his chest to look him in his warm eyes. ‘You were scared too?’ You asked.

‘Kind of.’ Welt chuckles as he brought your head back to his chest and press several kisses to your forehead. ‘Now if I’m allowed, I would like to tell you a story of my own. I must preference this beforehand that it’s not a well written one, but I hope it brings you comfort regardless.’

‘Please.’ You pleaded as you burrowed yourself further against his chest, practically clinging on to him. ‘Anything you say is better than nothing.’ You added.

‘Very well then.’ Welt cleared his throat. ‘There once was a young lady with vibrantly pink hair who had an…habit of wandering into places she probably shouldn’t have. This is merely one story out of many, many, many others…’

Blade

Is an extremely light sleeper, so any movement you made was picked up almost immeditly and he was more than ready to grab his sword when he felt your breath hitch in your throat.

He genuinely thought you were in danger, only to find out you had just woken up from a nightmare.

‘What’s wrong.’ He’d ask gruffly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

‘Nothing.’ You replied.

‘Bullshit.’ He scoffs.

‘Fine it was the scary story Silver Wolf told.’ You admitted and Blade raised a brow.

‘You do know none of it’s real right?’ He then asks while biting back a yawn.

‘Yeah no shit but that doesn’t stop the fact that it really freaked me the fuck out.’ You told him as you looked away from him, knowing you weren’t going to get much comfort out of him, seeing as how he’s never known a day of it.

Blade sighed when you showed him your back, knowing you were expecting to be comforted, as he then shuffles himself behind you and puts his arms over your waist all the while caging you against his chest.

‘Nothings going to get you, I won’t allow it.’ He reminds you as he burrows his face into your neck. ‘So there’s no need to be afraid when I’m here and am willing to put body on the line if it meant you sleeping soundly. What’s a few new scars compared to the old.’ He adds as he kept his eyes locked onto the door to the bedroom for a while, just long enough for you to comfortably go back to sleep before following soon after.

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[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ¹

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: once upon a time, you weaseled your way into the demon pirate hunter's confidance, and maybe even his heart too. but one bounty gone wrong leads to you being left behind, and you just can't understand why. now, zoro's departure draws near, and your tolerance of his bullshit has run thin. it's time to face this, or risk losing him forever.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: opla!zoro x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: swearing, use of Y/N, angst with a happy ending (sort of), mention of alcohol, an oc i really like :), reader has a backstory, takes place three years before Zoro meets Luffy

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤: lost at sea

The breeze washed in from the sea, brushing your hair away from your face so you couldn't hide behind it any longer. 

The stitched up slash across your back throbbed with every breath you took, and honestly, you were shocked you were even standing this long. But you’d spent three days lying in a stupid bed, arguing with your green-haired companion to no avail. You couldn't stand to lay down any longer.

He was leaving you on this stupid fucking island, and there was nothing you could say to dissuade him. 

So now, standing on the docks of Syrup Village, you tried to ignore how your heart ached watching Zoro make arrangements with the captain of a nearby supply ship. Despite every hardship you’d known in your life, never had you felt so helpless. And that was saying something.

It felt like just yesterday you’d been an apprentice under a skilled apothecary, studying chemistry and botany day in and day out, displaying prowess in the field. You were on your way to opening your own apothecary one day. Until the pirates attacked. 

For years after they sieged your village, you were the decorated captive of cruel pirates, forced to use your knowledge and skill to craft poisons that would end hundreds of lives over the course of your imprisonment. The fates of your faceless victims haunted you by night, even now.

But then, after so long of that neglect and servitude, you were freed. It was just over a year ago the pirate crew was torn apart by a single boy with green hair and three swords. His intention hadn't been to rescue you, of course, that was clear by the bounty he took on the captain of the ship. But he didn’t leave you there, and to you, that meant everything. 

Zoro found you annoying to no end, what with your insistence that you repay your debt to him despite his insistence that he wanted nothing to do with you. Still, he never truly forced you away, not finding it in himself to do so. 

So leads the tale of how you forced your company upon the notorious Demon Pirate Hunter, becoming his life’s greatest annoyance, and consequently, his only friend. 

Zoro had never been too socially inclined, always managing to say the wrong thing. He felt glaring was the extent of communication he needed—and you never minded. You let him have his silence and made a little game out of trying to make him be the first to break it. 

When he glared, you glared right back, keeping his stare with twitchy eyes and silly expressions until he had to break the contact, lest you discover the smile hidden on his face.

Eventually, he stopped trying to ditch you at every port, opting to feign sleep and curl into your side atop a musty inn mattress, shared to “save beri” as he put it. You knew it was more than that, of course, but you let him keep the pretense that he wasn’t fond of you for at least a little while more. 

The pair of you fought side by side, tracking down pirates by day and whispering in low-lit corners by night. The happiest you’d ever been was by Zoro’s side, but all happy things end.

Zoro’s most recent bounty had gone very, very south.

One moment you were in the middle of following Zoro’s lead, taking out the sparse crew with your dagger. It was supposed to be a simple job, with you covering Zoro as he went for the captain of the crew. Key word being supposed.

The motions leading up to the fatal moment were still a blur, but you would never forget the cold terror that rushed through you as sharp steel slashed the skin of your back. You collapsed immediately, the pain so great that your body chose to go numb to protect you from the intensity.

And though now you swore you were fine, Zoro saw every paranoid glance you cast over your shoulder, as though afraid it would happen again. Suddenly you felt thrown back in time, meek and terrified in the face of cruel pirates, crafting whatever poison they required.

You weren’t very surprised when Zoro told you he wanted you to remain in Syrup Village, but that didn’t make it sting any less.

The village doctor, a woman called Vee, didn’t hesitate to agree to letting you room with her. She had been looking for someone to split rent with anyway. Vee said she could always pay you to deliver medicine, and after hearing of your background in apothecary, she was very excited to expand on your teaching through an apprenticeship. (You hated to admit you were excited to learn how to cure people, not kill them).

It was all so sudden and unreal. Zoro seemed so eager to leave you behind. He hadn't met your eyes since you’d regained consciousness and your entire being ached from the absence of his ever faint smile. 

You didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

Zoro's eyes remained on the ground as he approached you, and only when he stood right in front of you did he raise his gaze scan over your body. Still, he never looked you in your eyes. “Are you sure—”

“I’m fine, Zoro,” you cut him off, saying his name sharply, coldly even. In all honesty, you were exhausted. You just wanted to sleep away the pain in your body as well as in your heart. “When do you leave?”

“Sunrise.” So soon. The words left his lips like they had no significance at all. Like this wouldn't be the last time he ever saw you. You’d always known Zoro would put his dream above you… but it was very different to experience it in real time.

It seemed he finally realized what a burden you were. It was only a matter of time, really. You cleared your throat, feeling a burn rise from your neck to your tongue as words begged to be let loose. 

Not seeing much point in holding back anymore, you let them. 

Your gaze flicked back to his face as got right in his line of sight, catching his eyes and locking him in place. The air felt heavy. “I’ll be better in a week at best. I—”

“No.” 

It was like getting smacked in the face all over again. To save you the shame of having him see you cry, you turned your face away, a new wash of anger coming over you. “Fine. Fuck, see if I care… You snore anyway.”

Your voice broke off into a weak crack, and you were turning on your heel to leave him on the pier before he could say anything. With tears rolling down your cheeks, you walked into Vee’s little home, sat on the cot she’d given you, and took off your boots. It didn’t feel like home when you slept your sorrows away. There was no warm body at your back, no arm slipped around your waist that would be gone in the morning, off getting a lead on the next bounty.

Sleep found you, somehow, and your dreams were filled with memories of days much better than this.

જ⁀➴

Zoro hated this. Every emotion he was feeling was another dagger to his lungs. Every break of your heart was a scorch on his chest. 

He downed another drink, tossing it back in one motion. You’ll be safe here. Syrup Village was… quaint. Free of any action, free of any danger. Though, the more he looked around, the more he thought that this was not your type of scene. He couldn’t explain why, he just knew: you were going to hate this place.

But you were safe. That was all that mattered.

Zoro called the bartender over for yet another drink, not keeping a tally of how many he’d downed that night. Swirling the alcohol around the glass, he forced away every feeling and every doubt. In Syrup Village, you would recover, away from the danger his line of work required.

Never again would he hold your dying body in his arms.

A figure sidled up to him at the bar. He glanced over. There was Vee, the village doctor, and your new housemate. She looked less than pleased as she snapped for the bartender. Receiving a glass of vodka, she turned to Zoro with steely eyes. “She’s beside herself, you know.”

He didn’t need this. He really didn’t need this. “What do you know?”

Vee’s brows drew with the challenge. “I know that poor girl is lying in my house crying over you, asshole.” She tipped her drink back and slammed it back down. “Let me tell you somethin’, Pirate Hunter.”

Zoro waited, eyes locked on the counter. “The moment she woke up, you know what she said?” Vee let out a weary sigh. “She said where’s Zoro? Is Zoro okay? I need to see Zoro.”

“Your point?” 

“My point,” Vee nearly snarled. “Is that I’ve known her what, two days? And it’s already plain to me. If your plan is to make her care for you turn into loathing, you’re on the right track, pal.”

Gripping his empty glass, Zoro was at a loss. He knew you cared for him. Hell, he cared for you just as much, if not more. Which is why he had to do this. You could barely even stand—he saw through your act in seconds—and it’d be much longer than a week for you to entirely recover from your injuries. He felt like clawing out his hair, like screaming even. Why did the right thing feel so very wrong?

Vee leaned on the counter, kissing her teeth. “My advice? Don’t leave with her thinking this is on her.”

“Why would she—”

“Trust me.” Vee settled him with a glare. “She thinks this is her fault.”

Vee knew nothing, Zoro told himself. Vee had no right to step in on his relationship with you, or lack thereof. There was no way in hell Zoro would let Vee’s words get to him.

Which is why he was sitting on the curb across from Vee’s house, trying to figure out what to say to you that would salvage the only friendship he’d had since Kuina.

His head in his arms, Zoro tapped his toe on the cobblestones, and closed his eyes. What would Kuina think of him, so frazzled over a girl like he was a kid again. Not just any girl, though. This was you, so it mattered more than he was ready to admit. 

A little grin worked its way up his face. Kuina would call him a coward. She’d punch his arm and tell him to just lay it all out.

“She hates me,” he whispered to no one. “I’m making her hate me.”

Like a ghost, he swore he heard the smug voice of his sparring partner at his side, a ghost's words burning into his brain: What are you gonna do about it, Roronoa?

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, pathetically regretting every choice that led him to this moment, but it had been long enough for the street lamps to shut off, casting the road in a dull darkness enough to make him start creating figures in the shadows. 

Rubbing at his eyes, Zoro decided he needed some sleep. He left early in the morning, after all. But you, his heart screamed, in direct contrast with his head. 

You had completely infiltrated Zoro’s life. You were brash and defiant, insisting on following him around the East Blue until you could repay him for freeing you from your bastard captors. You stayed even after your life debt was paid, your hurricane person sticking to his side. You were like a bruise he discovered one day, unsure where it’d come from and at a loss as to when it would go.

Even now, you were a sore on his heart, working your way into his very soul.

His every blink was haunted by your smile. His every move was watched by your admiring gaze. These days he couldn’t even breathe without knowing you’re safe. 

Zoro knew that even if he left and never turned back, he’d never get rid of you. There was too much of you wrapped up in him, and it was terrifying.

He raised his eyes to the house across from him, and glanced over the hand painted sign reading Healing Remedies and Modern Medicines swinging in the midnight breeze. The light in the top window taunted him, the draping curtains daring him to walk in and reconcile.

But what if you didn’t want to? Your temper had always been reliable, never failing to rain upon those who wronged you. Zoro had never had the privilege of being on the receiving end of your wrath, and he was in no mood to start. 

A sigh forced its way out of him, heart thundering for reasons beyond him, and Zoro had to wonder why exactly he cared so much.

He was the Demon of the East Blue. The most feared pirate hunter this side of the Grand Line. He wielded Wado Ichimonji. And yet, Roronoa Zoro was crippled by the thought of how crestfallen you had looked that evening. When he’d told you no, something he rarely ever did. If only he could just tell you…

The light in the window went off, and he was really, truly, completely in the dark.

His head hit his knees, one hand going to rest on his sword. Zoro had no clue what to do. Perhaps… Perhaps it would be best to leave it all at this. You would grow to hate him, eventually, but you would never be hurt because of him ever again. 

“You’re gonna catch a cold.” 

Zoro just about unsheathed his sword, halfway standing by the time his eyes readjusted to the dark, and the outline of you settled in his head. You stood there in a nightgown with your arms crossed, expression unreadable. 

He relaxed, sitting back on the curb and averting his eyes. He heard you scoff, the fabric of your dress rustling as you moved to sit beside him. “Idiot,” you murmured, and he had to agree.

Instead of saying what he wanted to, Zoro demanded, “What’re you doing?”

Your eyes burned into the side of his skull, unrelenting in your blatant scorn. Sucking in a breath and letting it out, you felt your tolerance for bullshit meet its end. “I'm sitting. Zoro?”

When he barely even hummed in reply, face turned away from you, you rolled your eyes and grabbed his chin, jerking him around to look you in the eyes. The surprise on his face would’ve been funny had you not been pissed. “Zoro, grow up.”

Zoro would’ve given you the world. He would’ve killed anyone, stolen anything; all you had to do was ask. Yet, he couldn’t seem to find the words, no matter how he tried to force them. “What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to…” As the sentence faltered on your tongue, Zoro saw that same starvation for the right thing to say in your eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t know!”

Releasing his chin, you shifted to face Vee’s house, hugging your knees to your chest and allowing the silence to swallow the conversation whole. Your frustration was palpable, radiating off your skin and latching onto Zoro, till the both of you were simply sitting on the curb amidst the complexity of emotions in the air.

It was infuriating.

You raked your hands through your hair and whirled on him suddenly. “I want to know why you’re abandoning me.”

“You’re injured,” he deadpanned, prompting a hefty sigh from you.

“Wounds heal. I’ll heal.” You searched his face, finding he betrayed absolutely nothing, per usual. “Do you think I’m weak?”

His rebuttal was immediate, and quick to be cut off. “I—”

“Because in case you don’t remember, I was on a pirate ship for years before I met you.”

“Y/N—”

“And I know I’m not easy.” Suddenly out of breath, you expelled all your thoughts. “I know I’m annoying and I probably do more harm than good and trust me, I know I’m a burden but I thought maybe… I thought maybe we were friends. I thought that maybe…”

Faltering, you forced yourself to face him, if only to see how much damage you’d done. Imagine your surprise when you found his gaze already zeroed in on you.

His eyes had always been beautiful, always so deep that it felt like you could drown in them if you let yourself. And now they bore into you with an intensity you were unaccustomed to.

“You’ve never been a burden,” he told you.

Raising a brow, “Never?”

You swore you could practically see the memories replayed in his eyes as a little smirk pulled at his lips. “Maybe at first.”

As quickly as it’d formed, your grin slid away, replaced by that same hopeless frown.

You felt it like cupping water in your hands; Zoro was slipping through your fingers with every second that passed. “I just don’t understand. I mean, I get that you liked the lone bounty hunter life but—”

Zoro shook his head. “That’s not it.”

At a loss, you looked at him with a pleading sort of gaze, glassy eyes nearly driving him over the edge. “Then tell me what is. Because I’m just gonna keep spitting out words and we both know that won’t end well.”

For a long time, he didn’t say a word. Maybe he couldn’t, you thought. Was it unfair to demand explanations from him? You were on the brink of telling him to forget everything and wishing him a safe journey, when he spoke, a quake in the usual even tone of his voice.

“Do you even remember what happened?”

It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, and then the bandages wrapping from your back to your chest became all the more tangible, and your throat went dry. “I… Of course I do,” you said, not entirely sure it was true.

Zoro passed a hand over his face, fidgeting. “Do you remember how much blood you lost? How deep that wound is?” He could barely meet your eyes now, every ounce of the confidence you knew and loved gone missing. “Do you remember that your heart stopped beating?”

You hadn’t known. You hadn’t known any of that… but Zoro did, you realized, aching as he seemed to glare at the space ahead of him. “If I hadn’t gotten you here in time, you would have died.” His jaw set, tight fists rested on his knees. “You nearly died because of me.”

You reacted instantly—you couldn’t stand that look on his face—swiftly reaching for his hand and taking it in yours. “I didn’t die,” you insisted, “because of you. It is not your fault.”

He squeezed your hand. He didn’t really believe you, and you weren’t sure you could say anything to convince him. And when he met your gaze, you swore your heart swelled as realization set in.

You’d always had a hunch that your feelings were reciprocated—you’d always felt that he loved you too. Yet now, as you stared into his pretty eyes, it became a truth settled into the depths of your longing heart. So that’s what this is all about, you thought.

This all felt so wrong. How could he be leaving in the morning, with so many things left unsaid? And if you finally put these emotions to words now, what good would it do? 

The prospect of never seeing him again was worse than death itself. There was no way you’d let this be goodbye forever. 

“Zoro,” you whispered, tugging on his hand to draw his attention. “Sleep with me?”

His eyes slowly raised to your own, soft despite their cold, and he stood, taking you along with him. You led him into Vee’s house and up to the room she’d supplied you with. Zoro’s hand never once left yours, his thumb running circles on your skin. 

When you grimaced as you tried to lay back on the bed, Zoro was there in an instant, letting you squeeze the life out of his hand as he settled down beside you. 

He couldn’t help it: ”What was that about being fine?”

It dragged a laugh out of you, and you gazed over at him with your adoration wrapped up in your face. Zoro had never done anything wrong in your eyes—well, except leaving you behind, that is.

You brushed his hair off his forehead, your fingers drifting down to graze his cheek. At long last, the little smile was back on his face, though a bit sadder than usual. You’re sure your own grin looked the same. “You’re pretty when you smile.”

Zoro half rolled his eyes, shifting so he was lying on his side as you laid on your back. “Yeah, you’ve told me.”

“I wanna tell you again,” you shrugged. There was so much you needed to say, but the air was already so full of words, and you were tired. Tonight, you could lay by his side once more, and pretend watching a random barge take him away wouldn't tear your heart in two.

જ⁀➴

Zoro’s spot on the bed was cold when Vee came storming into the room the next morning.

Bleary eyed, you blinked sleep away as her frantic words left you confused to no end. You sat up only to have a dress thrown in your face. Looking it over, you questioned, “What?”

“Get up!” Vee ordered, her tan face a furious shade of red. “Up! Up!”

Your mind wasn’t catching up to your body. Your gaze fell to the bed, and the place where Zoro should have been. The sheets were tossed aside and his boots were gone. A cold pit formed in your gut. “Where’s Zoro?”

Vee exasperated, “The pier!”

In an instant your feet hit the floor, eyes blown wide, all air seized from your lungs. “No! He can’t—”

“Well, he is.” Without warning she spun you around and started to unbutton your night dress. “Put this on. His ship is almost set to leave.”

You’d never dressed so fast in your life, though you lacked shoes and the dress was only halfway tied in the back. You were decent, and that was enough. Bounding out of Vee’s house and through the streets, not one apology left your lips as you dodged in and out of people and carts, set on a desperate sprint to reach the docks.

“I’ll kill him,” you heaved. “I’ll chase him and find him and kill him, dammit.”

Your back ached and your limbs felt weak and you really needed a glass of water, but none of it mattered. If you didn’t make it, none of this mattered.

The flag of the merchant’s ship came into view. The sailors only had a few more crates to load, and then they’d be off. You couldn’t see Zoro anywhere, so there was only one thing left to do: you invaded the ship.

Running up the gangway and ignoring the shouts of the crew on the dock, you stood at the center of the ship’s deck and rounded in a circle, eyes scouring for that green-haired little bitch. 

Chest heaving, you nearly whimpered when you still couldn’t see him. Would you have to search the whole ship, turning everything upside down? 

You jumped when a hand clamped down on your arm, and you whirled around to find not Zoro, but a very tall, very surly man with a single scar running from his left eye to his jaw. His grip on you was enough to send a shock of fear through you.

“I don’t take kindly to stowaways,” he barked. “And really, you’re not even trying to hide. At least commit to it if you’re thinkin’ of hitchin’ a ride on my ship.”

As you gulped and stared up into his darkly narrowed eyes, there was really only one thing on your mind. “Where is Roronoa Zoro?”

The captain of the ship gaped, and before he could get out another word, a very familiar man rushed down from the helm, a frustrated set in his brow.

You were in no mood for his temper. In a swift motion you broke away from the captain and stormed over to meet Zoro halfway. “There you are, son of a bitch.”

Zoro’s heart was in his head, worried about the deathly glare you now gave him. He steeled himself and started, “I told you—”

“How dare you!” You shoved at his chest, barely knocking him back as crimson tendrils creeped in your vision. “Is this really how you want to leave things?”

He stood solemn, eyes almost sad as they met with yours. “I thought it would be best.”

“For who?” You couldn’t deny the break of your heart, the pieces of it under the sole of his boot. You hoped he saw it on your face. You hoped he acknowledged the damage he’s doing. 

The captain awkwardly came up behind you. “Your lass is gonna have to pay for passage, Roronoa.”

“I’m not coming.” “She’s not staying.”

The pair of you kept in a dangerous staring match, your words overlapping.  

Still, the captain shuffled on his feet, saying, “Listen, we have a schedule—”

You whirled on him, locking him in place with a single glare. “Give us a minute.” Then, with more sympathy, “Please.”

The captain sighed, rolling his eyes and waving it off as he continued to prepare to depart.

There was little ignoring the curious stares from the ship’s crew as you slowly turned back to Zoro. “You’re a coward.”

“I know.”

“I’m not done,” you said, holding up a hand to stop him. Zoro’s lips snapped shut, his gaze lowering for a moment before he brought it back up, waiting for the blows of your anger. 

You took a breath, and finally, “I get why I can’t go with you. I’m a liability. You can’t become the world’s greatest swordsman if you’re busy keeping me alive.” You took a step closer, partially because of the eavesdroppers all around and partially because you wanted to be near him as long as you could.

“So I’ll stay. I'll live and train with Vee and become the greatest healer Syrup Village has ever seen. And maybe I’ll even forgive you for trying to leave without a goodbye, if you can tell me why.”

He shifted uncomfortably. “Why what?”

You could have screamed at this man you had the displeasing pleasure of falling in love with. “Why do you care so much?”

“You know why,” he said, stubborn as always. Only, maybe he wasn’t being stubborn, you considered as something like hesitation hovered in his gaze. 

Still, you persisted. “No, I wanna hear you say it.” You reached out for him, gently setting a hand on his arm to ease some of his tension. “I wanna hear the words come out of your mouth before you sail away from me.”

“You make it sound so definite,” he said, huffing a laugh as he forced a pained smile.  

“Zoro.”

His deep eyes burned into you as his hands rose to softly caress your jaw, his hold featherlight. The spinning of the world began to still, the earth on its axis slowing to allow you just enough time. He got impossibly closer, breaking your anger down to a soft annoyance. You really couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“Not like this,” Zoro murmured. “When I tell you how I feel, it’s gonna be when I have the time to show you.”

You rested your palms on the hands that cradled your face. “I’m impatient.”

He only grinned, though it barely reached his eyes. “I know.”

You couldn’t bear to waste this precious time crying, choking down the fire in your throat. You teased, “So what I’m hearing is that you like me too much to leave me stranded forever?”

“Something like that,” he said, hands drifting to your waist.

From somewhere behind him, the captain bellowed, “Roronoa!”

“I know!” Zoro called back, never removing himself from you. He pursed his lips before enveloping you in a hug that nearly knocked the breath out of you. “I’m… I’m sorry. For everything.”

Your fingers carded through his hair. You hid your face in his neck. Anything to relish the feeling of his arms around you. “I suppose I forgive you.” Squeezing him closer, “Just promise to write.”

Pulling away, he pressed his forehead to yours. “I promise.”

You cupped his jaw in your hands and locked with his eyes. “I'll get stronger. I'll come find you someday, or you'll come back, or—something. But we’ll sail together again. Swear it to me.”

He couldn’t help the smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. Then, Zoro did as you asked. “I, Roronoa Zoro, swear that we will sail again.”

“Good,” you said, voice finally cracking under the pressure building in your chest. 

Somewhere in the village, the morning bell rang true. The sun was fully up over the horizon line. Not a cloud disturbed the bluer-by-the-second sky. A perfect day for sailing, you mused. 

You stepped away, swiping at your eyes, and smiled as best you could. It was watery, most likely, and conveyed every bit of your melancholy. Casting a look over his shoulder you saw the captain standing there, ticked and holding up his wristwatch. The breath you let out was shaky as you turned back to Zoro.

“Goodbye,” you said, as if that word did this feeling any justice. Before he could say a word in return, you’d lunged forward to press your lips to his cheek, your hands steadying yourself on his biceps. It was quick, nothing but a peck, and enough to make you lose your nerve instantly.

Skin warm and grinning like a fool, you pivoted in a whirl and made for a quick escape, only getting two steps away when an arm hooked around your middle and pulled you back into a broad chest. Zoro’s breath was loud in your ear, so loud you could hear his goofy smile before you saw it. 

Your back still hurt like hell, yet nothing could sway the stretch of your lips as you swiveled in his embrace, finding yourself once again in between his arms. In an instant, memories of months gone by haunted your eyes; memories of nights spent sleepless, only filled with the soft graze of his fingers against your arm; of nights in hasty argument over trivial things such as money or fleeting jealousy; and of moments so dear they nearly felt domestic.

And when he drew you into a feverish kiss, his hands clawing at your shirt to just get a grip of you, the sensation of lips on lips made it feel as though he truly was breathing in your soul and giving you his own in turn, the two energies intermingling in a promise sealed with love and lust and labor. 

Your ears were ringing when you registered the morning bells had stopped, and you retreated from the moment. Zoro squeezed your hips, eyes shut as he sightlessly pecked your lips again, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. You leaned up and peppered a few kisses to his jaw.

Finally, time had had its fill of freezing, and commands to depart from port were barked out.

Meeting your eyes, Zoro sighed out another apology before tugging you in one last time, his arms wrapping you up in a warm embrace that had your stitches crying out again. You grimaced despite yourself.  “Injured. Still injured.”

He laughed, and you swore you’d get drunk on the sound if you weren’t too careful. 

"I'll come back," he whispered in your ear. "I'll be the greatest swordsman and you'll be the greatest apothecary in the world."

"That's quite the duo."

“Lass!” called the captain, standing next to the gangway, preparing to pull it in. “You goin’?”

“Yes,” you said, breathless as you took Zoro’s hand, kissed his palm, and turned away before it was too late. You ran off the ship, down the gangway, and far off into the docks. Your head wanted to run back to Vee’s little house and woe around the rest of the day. Your heart wanted something else entirely.

Like you’d been caught in the gut, you froze, instantaneously backtracking in a sprint to the edge of the docks. The ship taking Zoro away was a good way out, but not far enough to block your voice. 

Cupping your hands around your mouth: “Zoro! Roronoa Zoro!”

That mop of moss green hair appeared at the ship’s railing. You grinned from ear to ear and bellowed, “I’m impatient! I love you, Zoro! I love you!”

At such a distance, you couldn’t see his exact reaction, and he couldn’t hear the whispers of the passersby that broke out at such a confession. But he’d heard your every word, his hands gripping the railing like he thought he might slip through the wood of the deck and fall right into the belly of the ocean. 

A few sailors whooped and hollered and one dared to clap him on the shoulder, and he would have severed that hand from the man had it not been for the red hot affection coursing through his veins. You were waving, and so he raised his hand and limply waved back.

He would be writing to you the moment he got a hold of some paper, Zoro decided. Until then, he stood at the edge of the ship, watching Syrup Village and Gecko Island and you grow smaller and smaller, and then gone. 

There was a tightening around his lungs, and as he retreated into the depths of the ship, he knew his heart had remained on land with you. One day, when you were healed and he was strong enough to make sure you never got injured again, he’d have his heart back, and you along with it.

Until then, your paths diverged, to be met once again some years later. 

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Nami’s little ship taking on water was the least ideal occurrence possible. Yet, deep inside, Zoro found it incredibly funny to watch the orange haired girl scramble around all frustrated like this. 

“Gecko Islands,” said Nami, drawing Zoro out of his thoughts. She was hunched over her map with Luffy over her shoulder, per usual. “I think we’ll be able to make it before the ship sinks.”

Those words took longer to process than they should’ve, but Zoro couldn’t help it. Gecko Islands? How long had it been, three years maybe? No longer than that, he was sure. His eyes went unfocused at the memory of a laugh that could easily end him and bring him back to life all at once.

“Swear it to me.”

“I, Roronoa Zoro, swear that we will sail again.”

Nami nodded to herself, saying, “Syrup Village is known for its ships. I say we dock there and ditch this junk.”

He couldn’t believe that luck. Zoro’s lips threatened to quirk into a grin before he got a hold of himself. He rested his hand on his swords and snuffed. “I’ve got a friend in Syrup Village who could help us.”

Nami took off her readers and rolled up her map. “You have friends?”

He shot her a tight smirk. “Just one.”

“And he can help us?” asked Luffy as he took to the ship’s helm. 

“She might.” Zoro checked on a knot here and a rope there. With his back to his temporary crew, he let out a small smile. “If she’s happy to see me.”

A surprised grin took Nami's face. “And if she isn’t?”

“She will be,” he assured, only half certain, if he was being honest.

It'd been three years since his promise, after all. Whatever happened next, Zoro could only be certain of one thing: oh, how he missed you.

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[peachesfather]

Can you mizu with a healer fem reader thats in lonfon and very jealous of taigen?? I want it very fluffy but also smutty if ur ok with it :) please and thank uu

thanks for this request !!

Doing way too much

mizu x black fem! reader blue eye samurai

warning:+18, smut, fluffy, fingering, bad grammar, suggestive language, and jealous mizu is a way to put it.

I was the best healer in my store in London, i get a lots of praise from how good i am at healing people's wounds, the pay was very good for me and my mother who were very poor.

I swept the floor with a broom while listening to some jams on the radio, i signed and humed to the music, i heard the door open and paid it no mind at all i just continued to clean. i was abrupt by someone in front of me with their eyes being blue as the ocean but had a no emotion face along with someone else with them but he staring at my potions.

"what do you need?" i looked at his tall figure and waited for a response but no reply so i put my hand on their shoulder to tell them to reply for their request.

He snatched my hand from their shoulder and squezzed it very hard, i hissed and told them to stop.

"I just need to be heal thats fucking it, and also need resources for my travel" she let go of me and i basically rolled my eyes at her behavior. "You couldve just said that and not squeezed my fingers." i said while still being angry at this customer. (bby got issues wrong bitch tho)

"okay, sit in this chair please sir" he gave the other man who came along with him a sword and came my way to sit down in the chair. The guy who was holding the sword was looking me up and down while bitting his lips. i ignored him and shown eye contact towards the blue eyed man in front of me.

"Where does it hurt?" He pointed to where their gut is so meaning to where the injury is there. I closed my eyes to see if the energy of the wound could be healed, water has appeared on the gut to clean throughout and he hiss in the healing process, i patch him up. "you're finally done, that would be $50" he put the money in my hand and stared at me for few seconds and then snatched the sword from the other guy, "i be outside Taigen, grabbed the other resources for our travel" she put her glasses back on her face and left my store, the other grabbed the stuff he was told to buy.

"is that all?' he just stared at my face and told him again "IS THAT ALL SIR YOU STARING UP THE STORM" his eyes widned and laughed at my outburst. “You’re so cute what’s your name?” He said while staring behind the counter at my ass.

“Okay, I give you my name, it’s y/n.” I blushed and facepalm at how cringe of how I falling for this bullshit, I noticed a couple glances from the window outside the store, it was the guy who I healed he looked angry and pissed must be because of this fella right here, I think he’s talking himself or flirting idk what bro is still here for.

“The cost is $100, do you have it?” He paused and stopped talking about whatever mess he was going on about, he smiled and started to look in his pockets for his money or changes.

Me, being the nicest person that I’m going to be and letting this nigga off with his resources to getting out of my store, I told him he doesn’t need to pay for it under one condition is telling him and his friend to come over to my place for a meal.

He quickly agreed and said “yes, now we can get to know each other in a better way” he rubbing his fingers together while licking his lips I was disgusted but happy at the same time because he was leaving my store, I gave the guy outside a wink. He scoffed and looked away instantly. (I need her so badly don’t play to get pookie)

When the clock hits 5 pm, I was already done cooking curry chicken and rice for my guests, I clean the table and put the table cloth on to be proper.

I heard a knock on my door I was guessing it was them, taigen was smiling like he had done a whole crime while being very sketchy, he was nicely dressed with his hair down. However, for the mysterious man he was still in his old clothes doesn’t make him unattractive but he could’ve done something to spark his appearance. His eyes on the other has drew more attention.

He catches my glances and looked away in annoyance. I signed and ask his name because i wanted to get know him better. He looked me in the eye and said “my name is Mizu”

That’s a cute name awee” I said that brought me and him in awkward silence until taigen grabbed my chin to rizz me up or whatever saying “ma, you look good tonight in them jeans and showing your figure very nicely.

I kinda blushed at him complimenting my body, his way of words were blinding from getting to know mizu. Taigen gave mizu no emotion face that became a snickering expression towards him to letting know that he trying to get to have me. Mizu smirked and smiled at him for being too foolish.

We was eating the curry chicken and rice at the table, taigen was tearing my food up and said It is good and wanted seconds. I gotten up just to give him more.

Mizu was looking me up and down from knee from how my jeans looked on me, she squeezed her thighs and looked at taigen who was staring back at her already.

“Aye, stop looking at her she is going to be mine, bitches like her cannot resist me.” Taigen said while crossing his hands by giggling at how easy you are. However, Mizu was disgusted of how he talking about you , even though she barely knows anything about me to care.

I came back to table so happy about someone being grateful about my cooking. Taigen grabbed the plate from me and said thank you. Mizu was staring into my soul, I was confused but I sat down and looked at taigen finishing his second plate of curry chicken.

“Y/n, yo if I was your man bro I wouldn’t never disrespect how bad of cook you is” he said while staring at mizu then laughed at how fucked mizu looked.

“You wanna be my man? Well, you must want to take good care of me” I said while lovey dovey staring at him

“I take care of that ass of yours real good” he said while chewing. Mizu started to shake the table and ask to go where to bathroom. I told him that it is upstairs I got up and walked himself to the bathroom.

She stops mid way, it made me confused until she grabbed me and push closed the door in the bathroom.

“What the heck mizu” I was pushed against the wall and was held by my hands from mizu who showing no emotion to the situation of having me like this.

“You want to stay quiet or what, I know you want me all this time you fucking brat” she stare at my face who was resisting her touch.

“I need you so badly please..” you said while bringing your hands to her hands to guide her to you hips, she grabbed a chunk of your ass and lean in to kiss your lips that had lipstick onto them.

“You don’t know how much I have done to get to fuck you like this” she said holding onto me while locking eyes with me I stare back with her with a nervously smile.

She slip her hand in my jeans while standing up with spreading me out with her fingers, I grasp and moans “. fuckkk..mm mizu your fingers” I was literally dripping mess under her. Me and her touched heads while she fingered me at a quick pace while she laughing at me.

I screamed in my hand while she thrust her fingers in out of me out one last time. I wrap my hands around her neck to give her lips a peck, she snickered and kiss me back. We sat in comfortable silence till leaving the bathroom together.

Okay, this was very bad you guys can diss this onee !!

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[turtletaubwrites]

A Swordsman's Shame

This fic is based off of this request for headcanons of Zoro with a reader that is also a skilled swordsman with a unique and powerful sword. Then I received this lovely request to add to those headcanons with what would happen if that reader carried shame on their back. I hope you enjoy! ⚔

Pairings: Zoro x GN!Swordsman!Reader

Word Count: 1530

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Summary: You and Zoro have the same dream, and it's built a passion between you. But something has been holding you back, keeping you from opening yourself up to your crewmate, your rival, your fellow swordsman.

Rating/Warnings: SFW, GN!Reader, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Angst, Making Out, Mention of Blood and Violence, Sweat, (they've been sparring), Suggestive, Anger, Shame

A/N: The first request didn't specify, so I went with a GN!Reader for the headcanons. I know this request used she/her pronouns, but I did my best to stick with GN since that's what I did for the previous. I hope I did well with that, and I hope you still enjoy it!

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Another sparring session cut short. The clashing of blades replaced with the clashing of tongues as you raked your fingers through that green hair.

The hint of a growl from Zoro’s throat sent your eyes rolling back, his lips moving to your neck as you pulled him closer. 

His calloused fingers found the edge of your shirt, heated skin touching yours as he trailed up your lower back. 

“I’m sorry,” he panted, hands outstretched after you’d broken away from him, practically leaping to escape. 

“It– It’s fine,” you lied, trying not to pace as your skin flushed with embarrassment instead of passion. 

A few awkward moments passed before you mirrored Zoro as he sat against a tree. 

“Y/N,” he started, and you wondered how he would ask this time.

“Yeah?”

“Do you… Do you not wanna be with me?”

Fuck.

All these months together, training, fighting, saving each other. Finally meeting someone with the same drive, the same dream. 

You couldn’t even remember when you’d first fallen upon each other, who’d won the fight, if you’d even sheathed your swords before your sweat covered bodies had clashed in this new, exhilarating way. 

And now your shame was hurting him too.

Biting down on the inside of your cheek to keep pathetic tears from welling, you stared at the grass between your clenched fingers. The ghost of a smile touched your lips at the thought of how similar those greens were.

“I want to be with you, Zoro,” you confessed quietly, watching his face slowly brighten, a crooked smile on those lips. 

“There’s just something…”

Your head fell back, hitting against the tree a few times as you tried to decide what to say. 

The truth? More bullshit? Goodbye?

His warm, rough fingers took yours, and you opened your eyes to find him so close.

“I wanna be with you too,” he shared with that little smile, before it turned into a smirk. “Even if you won’t let me touch that fancy sword of yours.”

“Never gonna happen,” you laughed, loving how he could always pull you out of a bad mood. 

Zoro waited for you, and you knew he could wait forever. He could sit here with you, or nap, and never rush it out of you.

Lips parted. Words almost came out. But there was that disgusting feeling bubbling inside. And as much as you wanted to trust him with this, he was the only person in your life that would understand, that would pity you. 

Zoro’s powerful hands massaged yours gently, relaxing the tense muscles after your fight. 

Those steady eyes focused on his task, giving you the same dedication he gives to everything. 

Please, Zoro. Please let me be right. Please be someone I can trust. 

He tensed as you pulled your hand away, dark eyes earnest as he watched your face. 

A list of excuses and explanations almost poured from your lips, but you held your breath. 

Fresh sweat dripped down your damp skin as you turned your body, turned your back to him. 

Shaking fingers almost gave up, but you pushed through. 

Bile rose in your throat as you lifted your shirt to show him. 

Your greatest shame. 

His silence felt worse than a blade, and you fought your body not to run.

Rough fingers left the gentlest of touches, bringing a gasp from you, and soft apologies from him. 

Stop shaking, you shouted in your mind, trying to be still as his fingers explored.

Those fingers trailed along your scar, the sensation sending chills over your skin. 

“So this is why…” 

Unable to stand it any longer, you tore away from his touch, pulling your shirt down as you faced those serious eyes. 

“I didn’t want…” you started, waiting for the ax to fall. Zoro’s face was intense, but you couldn’t read him, couldn’t prepare. “I didn’t want you to see.”

More silence. 

Humiliation filled your body, burning the longer he studied you.

“Why wouldn’t you want me to see?”

The derisive laugh that ripped from your throat felt like poison, like your body was grabbing onto the first thing that wasn’t shame. Anger.

It made you feel even more pathetic, but you couldn’t seem to stop it.

“Why do you think, Zoro? I’ve heard you say it. Hell, you almost died just to make sure it never happened to you. You would rather die than live with the shame.”

The anger in your voice grew sharp and loud, the clanging of swords. 

Until the last few words choked out, a sob finally escaping. You had to escape.

“Y/N, wait!”

Those rough hands couldn’t reach you in time, you and your sword fleeing through the trees as if distance could make the shame grow smaller. 

“Stop.”

Bark scraped across your shoulders as your crewmate shoved you into a tree, gripping your arms so tight you knew there’d be bruises.

“Just forget it,” you pleaded, looking anywhere but his eyes. “You win, okay? I’ll never be the greatest. I’ll always carry my failure on my back. I’ll alway–”

Zoro’s lips on yours was such a shock that you froze, mind going blank. The kiss was over so fast you felt dizzy, and those rough hands rubbing along your arms were your only anchor. 

“I’ve been lucky,” he nearly shouted in your face, the slight crack in his voice making your mouth fall open. 

“I’ve been lucky,” he continued, voice quieter, but no less fierce. “Yeah, I’ve kicked some fucking ass. But there have been a few times when I got fucking wrecked. If a swordsman had found me in those moments, if you or another crewmate hadn’t been there, I could have had the same scar.”

Heat was high in your throat. Part of you ached to take his comfort, but all you felt was the shame of his pity. 

“But you don't have it. I do.”

Zoro resisted your gentle push against his chest, pressing you against the tree a little harder. Tilting his head toward you, he trapped you with those dark, frantic eyes. 

“I know the kind of fighter you are. Did it make you stronger?”

“What,” you asked, your brows tensing with the headache all the emotions were building. He broke the fog as he shook you, hands still trapping your arms.

“Did getting that scar on your back make you stronger?”

This time the silence was yours, and Zoro waited like he always does. 

That fight, that loss. It had stripped you down. You’d nearly been killed, but it felt like being left alive was worse. Another insult. 

Crawling out of that self loathing, making the choice to still try, it was the hardest thing you’d ever done. But you never let it go.

The shame stayed with you, just as the scar always would. You could never achieve your goal, so why try? You were a fraud, hiding your flaws, and hoping no one would see what a joke you were. Already a failure.

“Did it make you stronger,” his deep voice came softly as he coaxed you out of your spiral.

Self doubt still held you, the feeling of being an imposter in your own life had been too solid for too long. 

Words almost left your lips. 

Zoro stopped waiting. 

“Y/N, you got back up. You train just as hard as me. One day we’ll really have to fight, and I’m not gonna take that title just because you think you don’t deserve it. Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I–”

“Come on, swordsman,” he taunted, drawing his blades as he stepped away. “You think you’re not good enough? I’m gonna kick your ass then. I’ll finally take that cool sword of yours.”

“The fuck you will,” you spat, feeling that spark that he could always ignite in you.

“Ooh, big talk for a quitter.”

Your sword was drawn without a thought, the motion natural, like it was part of you.

“You talk too much,” you breathed as you started to circle each other.

“Ha, I think you’re the only person who’d say–”

“Don’t fucking bullshit me,” you seethed as you clashed against him, his defense not up to par.

“Won’t happen again, swordsman,” he growled, his blades meeting yours as your dance began.

Nothing like it. There was nothing like having an equal to train with. 

An equal. 

Someday you wouldn’t be. Someday one of you would go further, would take everything. Someday one of you might die on the other’s blade.

But for now, you danced. You fought beside each other, you challenged each other, you competed and trained like savages just to keep up, to stay equals. 

Your rival was right. That shame had made you stronger. 

And maybe you didn’t need it anymore. 

The clash of swords was cut short. The clash of tongues began. And his rough fingers tore away the disguise, the mask you never let down. 

Your greatest shame was bared to the forest, and Zoro’s soft kisses along your scar felt like freedom. 

The weight of shame on your back was lifted by that promise.

One day you might kill your rival.

But today, you might love him. 

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a/n: You know, I wasn't sure about this one, but after editing, I'm pretty pleased. Guess we've all got that imposter syndrome sometimes 😅 Go believe in yourself, Zoro says so! 💚

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[randomfanner]

The Best Part about Baldur's Gate 3 is I can put any of these blorbos together and have a good ship.

Like, my top three are

Lae'zel x Shadowheart - Enemies to lovers girlies who tried to murder each other numerous times. They turn against their god and now can go take care of their owl bear and githyanki kid. Plus the bury the hatchet exchange cracks me up.

Gale x Astarion - Autism wizard rizz vs vampire seductive rizz. Who wins? The answer may surprise you.

Wyll x Karlach - THE GOODEST BABIES DESERVE TO BE HAPPY AND BE IN FAERUN BUT THEM STICKING TOGETHER TO HELP KARLACH AND THEN THEM COMING BACK AND PROTECTING THE SWORD COAST TOGETHER AFTER THEY FIX KARLACH'S ENGINES

But like

Lae'zel x Gale - Gale's genuine interest in the githyanki and being able to teach Lae'zel all about faerun? Adorable as hell.

Astarion x Shadowheart- Goth bitches, do hair together, drink wine and talk shit about everyone. Also what vampire doesn't want a hot girlfriend who can cast daylight and just ruin Cazador's day?

Astarion x Wyll - Wyll using all his knowledge of vampires to help Astarion and he would totally help Astarion find a cure.

Karlach x Astarion - Now I prefer Gale x Astarion because personal preference but like, this is the second healthiest dynamic by virtue of Astarion's bullshit don't work on the woman who can't touch. And how excited he is when you finally get to kiss? Fucking hell.

Wyll x Gale - look at their interactions they are fucking adorable. Wyll trying to give Gale a nickname???? And them being good boys together???

Shadowheart x Karlach - Ball of sunshine x someone who really needs one to be dragged out her shell. Plus Shadowheart needs a hug.

Lae'zel x Karlach - violent women who will ruin your day if you piss them off, expect one of those women will hold the other one back if you don't deserve it.

I just need an update where you can make this a polycule.

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[yoursinfulurges]

House of Metals

Martell!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: Some say the greatest battle a woman could ever face is motherhood, you on the other hand think that's bullshit... You're not so ready to trade your sword for an infant.

Your ethnicity is not specified and your features are never fully described, finally in this part we talk about your fucking giant snake.

Can be read as a oneshot but if you wish to read the previous parts my masterlist is pinned on my profile!

Word count: 4k

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Heaving a great sigh as you sat your place on the bed, you looked around the room in melancholy. The arid atmosphere was palpable, suffocating your skin and drying you out under the harsh environment. Furniture serving as more decor than anything else sat idly around your chambers, prompting a frown to befall on your face. You didn't know what caused such bitter feelings to blossom in the bellows of your stomach, but it all didn't feel right. 

Though honestly nothing truly did these days. Not your dress, not your hair, not the place you were supposed to call home. It all felt empty somehow, cold and lacking of comfort in every sense. The familiarity of the desert dunes no more as you come to recognize the Red Keep as your new definition of normal. It had been over a year now since you left the comforts of Sunspear, and despite having a hard time adjusting you were making it by. But with the constant pressure that oppressed you daily, living had been less than bearable. Preferring to spend your days in your chambers had become a constant routine now because of it.

You've always had a certain distaste for motherhood. The idea of spending nine long months carrying a child was something you never saw yourself enduring. Whilst you could never harboured animosity towards a defenseless child, you detest being so helpless, so debilitated. They say there is no greater battle than motherhood and childbirth, you begged to differ... 

Seeing yourself as a weapon shaped for combat, not a helpless maiden meant to spend her days locked up. The very idea of being bred never sat right with you. Opinions aside, you could bear the long months in wait of a child. At some point such fate was bound to happen but the gods have not blessed you yet. You knew it was your duty to provide the realm and Aemond with an heir, further carrying out the bloodlines of your great houses. And secretly, it would be rather nice to have a tiny version of the man you adored so much running around.

What a gift that would be. 

It was the societal pressure urging you to conceive children only for the good of the crown that you loathed so much. You would not bring innocent lives into the world just to have them be political vessels. Having experienced a life full of prejudice and misogynistic behaviors yourself because you were not born a male. That was a fate you did not want for your children. Growing up it had been hard to understand why you were treated so, but over the years the veil wore thin and people became more vocal for their distaste.

It was no secret that your mother had a difficult time conceiving, so with her healthy in mind your father thought it'd be best to stop trying for another. Leaving you as an only child, much to everyone's disappointment. You'd grown up with this treatment and have found your own ways of coping with it but as expected the Crownlands had their own ways of living. You knew this and have prepared yourself for it when you agreed to leave Dorne with Aemond. Though you had never expected them to have such backwards views on women. Had you have known you would have never left... 

Not that you'd reveal such thoughts to Aemond now, seeing that he was rather content and happy with being back home. So over the months you kept your mouth shut. You did not tell him how Queen Alicent already made preparations for a nursery, and never would you open your mouth about the rumours that circulated you both. How "battle had made you infertile" as the ladies in court claimed. Silly toothless assumptions with no backbone, you'd brush it off. But the callous words the men of the city watch whispered about you were seared onto the walls. Something along the lines of "the gods have finally punished the sand snake for her indulgence." You didn't know that meant but it bothered you... Regardless how the words annoyed you so, you'd endure it all just to see your love at ease... 

He was much happier here. Familiar and so well versed in the secrets of the palace and you cannot take that away from him. Despite the fact that this place was more of a hell hole than what meets the eye.

As it would seem, here in Kingslanding the only path for a woman is to be a highborn. A highborn meant to breed out heirs for their lord husband. And not everyone was rather pleased with your reputation. You've seen how they've mistreated women, powerful women like the princess and queen. And you've seen how they just stood there and took it. Whilst yes, you had no place to speak on how they ruled here you often found yourself shaking your head. If this was Sunspear you would never allow for such disrespect... however you were not in Sunspear... you were in Kingslanding and your duty, as said by many, was to produce Aemonds children. 

A duty you're not overly content with... Not ready to sacrifice your freedom just yet but it would seem that everyone expects it from you. Although it was not in your nature to go down without a fight. Deep down, you aren't opposed to having children, it was the idea of being just a mother that you hated so much. You wanted to be known for your glory and days in battle as the Queen of Dorne. Not Princess Y/n Martell, wife of Aemond Targaryen.... They used to call you the jewel of the desert and now you're known as nothing but the prince' barbaric wench. Your victories meant nothing here and without a child you meant nothing here... 

The thought made you uncomfortable in every sense, picking at the stray threads of your dress as you succumbed to the negative thoughts. You knew it wasn't wise to dwell on such ideas but it had been eating away at you for months on end now. All of it was so suffocating, you needed room to think, to breathe. Hence why you've chosen to lock yourself up in your chambers instead of facing the music. The overbearing sounds of gossip and chatter proving to be daggers in your ears. You know not how much longer you can endure the anxiety, having it consume your being till you're constantly on edge. 

You don't doubt that with the coming months, Queen Alicent's insistence on you producing a child would become rather imposing. And although you knew she meant well with the good of both houses in her heart, you felt like you were dying of asphyxiation. All of it was so smothering. The useless small talk with noble women, the constant need to uphold an illusion. You often found yourself biting back your tongue and making sure you acted appropriately for the sake of image. Perhaps in truth, the only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon was itself. Image was of great value here, so you've observed. The Targaryens were not perfect people, you never expected them to be but it was evident there was an underlining problem they tried to avoid desperately. Though you do not know what they were so afraid of, you stood in your place and did not get involved. 

It was rather puzzling to see a not-so-happy family try and act the part in front of the public. Back in Dorne the Martells never had to keep up such false illusions, you were peaceful people that truly loved one another. And despite your love for your dear husband, it was clear that the Targaryens were selfish people, all focused on themselves. You felt like a fish out of water and truthfully it was frightening. Your family had always been transparent with one another but here it would seem that everyone was divided in their own factions. All consumed in what they have to gain, moving in secret behind each other's backs. Was this the way of the dragon? Vulture and ophidian. Your father had always taught you that respect needed to be earned. Yet here in Kingslanding everyone demanded respect. And you weren't gifted with the patience to handle arrogance. 

Especially when it came from the mouths of the undeserving. How dare they speak such words about you. Your face twists into an ugly frown, suddenly turning angry and vengeful. Why were you the one hiding in your chambers like a meek prey? So caught up about frivolous gossip. Were you not the crowned heir. Suddenly you felt ridiculous, a myriad of emotions tackling you to the ground, constricting at your air ways like a boa. Malice, retribution, anger, spite. You felt it all, everything igniting the flames of your fury. They have no right to speak to you in such a way when they have not walked in your shoes. Perhaps all the suppressed emotions had finally over spilled but you suddenly couldn't find it yourself to give a fuck anymore. It was Aemond that truly worries you, what would he think of your newfound revelation. In his eye everything had been going so well, you were getting along with his mother and sister and in truth you were. But it came with the cost of losing yourself. 

"So deep in thought, my lovely wife... Helaena informed me that you weren't at breakfast today, may I ask why?" A voice calls out from behind you, causing you to turn and smile at the sight of your love. Making sure to do your best in erasing the remaining scowl on your face. 

"I didn't feel like eating this morning." Uttering the words plainly, you began walking towards him. It was true, your appetite had decreased tremendously these past coming weeks, only eating once or twice a day. 

"Again? That's the third time this week. Perhaps we should alert the Maesters..." Aemond says in concern, grabbing a hold of your hand to pull you out of the room. Immediately retracting your hand from him, you slap his grasp away when he tries to reach for you again, laughing at his silly behavior. 

"Nonsense! It's nothing truly." Shaking your head in a dismissive manner, you urge Aemond to sit by the fireplace. He lets you guide him, looking at you with a squinted eye as he tries to read your expression. You don't meet his gaze, finding it hard to for whatever reason. 

"I care about your well-being." He nods his head, finally yielding and taking his place on the armchair. Humming absent-mindedly to him, you brush a few stray hairs away from his face, taking the opportunity to observe his shape. He looks tired, more so emotionally than physically. It worried you to a certain degree as you knew he had a planchette for putting others needs first. Aemond pulls you down onto his lap by your waist, causing you to sit sideways on his thighs as you continue to fuss about his dishevelled shape. No doubt he just returned from dragonback. Your emotions from earlier dissipating.

"I am well." You say shortly, fixing the collar of his riding coat. 

"Hm...... I missed your old ways of dressing." Aemond hums in suspicion but says no more about it causing you to narrow your eyes at him. Looking down briefly to observe your gown, was there something wrong with it? You will admit it was unlike you, the dress thick in material compared to your fond silk and linens. The heat in Kingslanding was much more forgiving so you had decided on a dress with a high collar and long sleeves. 

"I thought it would be more proper if I adapted." Speaking the words simply. Not everyone cared for the way you dressed, deeming it as provocative. It was best to sacrifice your familiarity in exchange for sewed mouths. Although now you don't really give a fuck about others opinions, but Aemond grew up with these people and you can not have them thinking such crass things. It would tarnish his reputation and your honour. Gods forbid Aemond Targaryen beds with a snake. 

"Since when did you care about being proper?" His tone is much harsher now, the hostility directed at you foreign on his tongue. 

"Aemond...." You gave him a warning. You would not argue about this. 

"I do not want you to lose yourself, my jewel. Tell me, what troubles you?" You retreat within the confines of your mind at the mention of the name, my jewel. It’s hard to look him in the eye as the truth spills out, allowing yourself to be vulnerable to him. 

"It's just... I miss home.... I miss being treated like the heir, like the future Queen ---instead of a vessel meant to just produce. I know that makes me sound like a babe but I cannot stand being viewed as a property." 

All the worries, the fire, the hate, the insecurities it all comes spilling out from your mouth. You cannot do this anymore, you cannot keep pretending you are just his wife when you knew deep down you were meant for much more. Perhaps you had failed him in providing a child, but you cannot keep deceiving yourself that you were happy with the role you were given. Never would you question your love for Aemond but as the days drag on you begin to slip into depression. The darkness captivating you, swallowing your soul till you were nothing but a shell of the woman you were supposed to be. Your identity was not your own, feeling like a marionette dancing in the shoes of a doll. Being controlled by society and expectations. 

"Who prompted these emotions, my wife? Is it my mother? Is she bothering you?" Aemond panics for a moment, grabbing ahold of your hand to steady your shaking figure. You were visibly not well, for a while he's had speculations of your unhappiness and had tried his best to stand by you, but to hear the words from your mouth urges him into action. Aemond was aware of his mother's overbearing presumptions about you being of child, but he never thought it was to the point where you had begin to question your value. 

"No, no! Aemond it's not her, it's no one." Clarifying to him quickly, your heart melts at how protective he got immediately. 

"It's just... I am not ready to trade my sword for an infant... I would love to have your children! But I don't just want to be their mother. I want to be Queen of Dorne, I want to be remembered for me." Opening up to Aemond was no easy feat but you allow your walls to break down, revealing your inner most desires. 

"And you will be my sweet, regardless of whether or not we have children I never want to take away your weapons from you." The way he said weapons alluded to something much more, perhaps he was implying to power, you weren't certain. 

Aemond was aware how important it was for you to be in control of the dagger, and he would never make you give that up. You wield such great spirit and to see you so uncertain wounded him. He knows not who filled your head with such poison, extinguishing your fire but he would have their head for it. Aemond had never seen you like this, your once head strong persona gone and replaced with so much doubt. It hurts him, his heart aching as his mind searches for a way to make you feel better. 

"I truly do want to have your children...." The words came out as a whine without your intention but they were riddled with the absolute truth. 

"There is no rush, I do not blame you for drinking the tea." He looks at you with a soft gaze, now mirroring your gestures and tucking a few stray hairs away from your face. 

"Perhaps it is time to stop..." You have been drinking the moon tea for quite some time now. Not knowing when or why it started but it became a mutual understanding between you and Aemond. Or at least, if he had a problem with it not once did he speak on them and protested. 

"Perhaps it is time to go back to Sunspear. I've been thinking about it for quite some time and it would be better for us..." Eyes widening immediately at that, was he truly willing to sacrifice so much and make that decision for you? 

"Aemond I cannot ask that of you..." Shaking your head in protest, your eyes plead for him to think more carefully. 

"You aren't, I've decided on my own. You've sacrificed so much only for the people of the court to induce such poison in you, they do not deserve to have you. We'd be far better off at Sunspear." With a simple nod, he seemed so definitive about his decision. 

"What of your duties?" Raising a brow at him you question who would fill his role. 

"My duty is to be your husband, and if being here is hurting you then we can go at once. Aside from my mother I have no emotional ties with my family, unlike you. You left everything behind without question when you married me, you even left behind Nymeria... I can't even imagine if I had to leave Vhagar like that...." 

Your heart pounds at the mention of your beloved snake. Nymeria was previously deemed untamable, until she bowed to you... She was an old soul, having been around since the reign of her predecessor, Princess Nymeria herself. Over the years she moved unchallenged, growing large enough to circle kingdoms with her body. Nymeria was about the same size as Vhagar but three times longer, her skin black in colour serving as a warning to those that dared try her. 

They called her a monster, a great beast but she was neither of that. To you she was a dear friend, you were her first rider and it hurt to abandon her like that. But the journey to Kingslanding had its complications so it was best to leave her be. A bond with a snake was similar to a bond with a dragon, your souls interwoven with one another. Although Nymeria was intelligent she was an animal and she could not comprehend why you left her so. To feel her confusion and loneliness everyday had been agonising. 

The pain was almost enough to make you agree to Aemond's words, but you wanted him to understand the consequences of his absence. Yes, it filled you with great joy that he was so willing to leave at your command, his oblation not only comforting but also displaying his devotion to you. But he must be aware of what his hecatomb may bring. 

"Aemond." You warned once more. 

"There you go again, putting me first. I truly think this would be better for us, and who cares about princely duties when I will be king alongside you. We can fly back to Dorne at sunset and be there by morning on Vhagar, just say the word." His hands caress your waist, as if trying to persuade you and the more you think about it the more he made a point. Perhaps Kingslanding didn't need you both at all, Aegon and Helaena were here and although they were a little inadequate, Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon were just across the sea. You and Aemond would be better at Sunspear, and you were certain he would be treated right... 

"Maybe you're right... But tonight is too soon, we need to get our orders in affairs first and alert the king of our decision." Giving in to his proposal, you rose from his lap, beginning to pace the room as you continued your sentence. No doubt the king would want to give you guys a proper send off but you and Aemond would need to make it known that you'd prefer to leave silently. 

"That is best... And who knows, maybe once you're more comfortable we might actually start trying for a baby." Affirming your words, you turn to face  Aemond. The knowing look on his face implied that he wasn't just jesting, contrary to his tone. 

"Are you content with raising our children in the desert?" He smiles at your words, recognizing the woman he fell in love with. It had been a long while since you both had spoken to one another like this, the playful banter reminding him of your first meeting. 

"The desert made you lethal, they could use the life experience." Your husband held his head up high proud, certain that your children would be skilled in the ways of snakes with the roar of a dragon. 

"They'd be absolutely brutal, Aemond." 

"Perfect. The finest soldiers all of Westeros will ever see." He was rather sure of that fact, all this talk of raising children with you had made him yearn for a large family. Kids with your best aspects. And though he's never thought much of it since your wedding night, if you were willing to, he'd be more than happy to start a family with you. 

"Can you imagine it.... our children riding dragons and sand snakes." You whispered fondly, imagining a world you could build with Aemond. Giggling to yourself silently at the thought of little children having both a dragon and a giant snake by their side. By the gods, your offsprings will be terrorists... Though determining how that will be handled would have to come at a later date, for now you're content with just imagining. 

"I hope they have your hair..." Aemond spoke softly after a few moments, it was barely audible, the soft smile on his face prompted one to form on yours. 

"My hair?" It sounded so outrageous, why would he want your children to have your hair? You'd think he'd hold great pride in his silver mane. 

"Mhmm, it would be a change for once." You open your mouth to say something but the words get lost on you. Instead deciding to just look at him, oh how he was your entire world. You'd give your all just to make him happy. 

"Please do not say you hope they have my eyes." Aemond speaks, breaking you from your train of thought. 

"I wasn't!" You yell at him, laughing at his outrageous words. 

"The look on your face says otherwise, my dear." He's laughing with you now.

"hm... have you thought of names?" You prompt him as you start walking towards the bed. 

"Viserra and Vaelor." You think on it for a while, liking the way it rolled off your tongue. 

"Hmm.... Viserra and Vaelor, I love it..." Turning to face him, you catch your husband breaking into a grin. 

Finally settling in on an emotion you haven't felt for many moons, peace, as you watched the man you love so much get lost on the thought of kids. There was something rather touching about how open you both were to one another right now, and it makes you think. How did we get to here? Yes your marriage was entirely political but over time you had come to be grateful for what you and Aemond had.

To uncertain partners raised on different sides of the coin, to acquaintances greedy for one another's body. Eventually betrotheds figuring out the idea of love, and now this... Lovers planning a family. Maybe this was love, the imprint someone makes inside of your soul, the happiness they evoke from within you, how your whole world revolves around one another. Your story with Aemond was great and you couldn't have asked for a better tale. The promise of the future lingered in the air as you welcomed mirth with open arms. 

So he was not prince charming, but you did not care. Aemond Targaryen was a paradox made up of all the good and bad in his family. And it had been an honour to walk alongside him. Suddenly the fears of what hardships your children would have to face becomes irrelevant. It would not matter because you knew that you and Aemond will always be there to care for them and protect them. You were certain he would kill a hundred men that dared disrespect you or your daughter. Even take up the title kingslayer if your dignity was challenged.

To you Aemond was much more than a man with grey morals. He was your other half, he was your heart. And you were his jewel, you were the sapphire of his eye. A dragon and his snake. Although the future was uncertain it was clear that you were meant to burn together. A man inflamed with the abuse he experienced and a woman scorched from the fire she inflicted. Destiny had its plans for you both, a vortex of fate cradling your love as if it was the universe itself. You would create a safe haven for your children to come and burn any that tries to hurt them. Though they would not need the protection for long seeing as though they will be yours and Aemond's kids.

How your children would be absolute nightmares to the crown. You pray for the entire realm...

Part 1 Part 2 | More to come in the future....

Authors note:

Sorry for the late update, my best friend and her boyfriend broke up and I had to emotionally support the both of them until he showed up at her house and got kicked out for trespassing 🥺 Jokes aside, that's a true story, anyways if this flops I'm throwing eggs at old people. I'm not overly proud of this part but this opens up a gateway for me to write about yours and Aemond's kids.

- Armoni

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Fencing Master - Joan Ferguson x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Your fencing lesson takes a surprising but welcoming turn.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Dom!Joan, Sub!Reader, degradation, age gap, praise, glove kink, semi-public sex, squirting, swearing, slight size kink?

Word Count: 2.3k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"Ugh- Fuck!" you groaned, letting your sword fall dramatically to the ground in defeat. "This is such bullshit," you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You're weak," a lowered crisp voice responded, long dark locks of black and grey stray hairs falling from your fencing partner's messy braid as she took her protective helmet off to scold you. "You're not shifting your weight properly, and your arms are like noodles." She grabbed your limp arm to prove her point.

"I'm doing what you taught me!" You tore your own helmet off, letting your gaze meet the darkened eyes of the woman in front of you.

"Not good enough. You're better than this," she stated. "Let's go again." She demanded, putting her helmet back on, and gripping her fencing sabre tightly with her dark, leather gloves.

Your eyes fell to her hand after hearing her leather grip, before letting out a deep breath and fixing your own helmet back onto your head. It was hard to ignore the beads of sweat along your forehead, after all, the two of you have been at this for hours.

After the sparring began again, you were quicker on your feet, planning your movements before attacking. But Joan was quicker. More advanced. More thought-through. She knew what you were doing before you even did it. Joan knew how you worked, how your brain thought.

She quickly picked up on it, and as soon as she felt your confidence grow, letting you think you were going to win, your movements becoming almost too predictable, she lunged at you. Her movements caught you off guard and you tripped over your own foot. Joan was quick to catch your hand but wasn't quick enough and was pulled down with you, both of you falling with synchronized grunts.

"What the fuck was that?" You huffed, tearing your mask off once again and tossing it beside you, too shocked by your fall to realize Joan had fallen on top of you.

"It's sad, really. How I know your every thought. Every move. It's pathetic. I thought I trained you better than this. To lead with your body, not with your mind. Your body knows best." Her own mask flew elsewhere, gloved hands sitting just beside your head as she talked down to you.

"Maybe I just need a better teacher," you seethed, gritting your teeth and letting out a much needed sigh.

"Or maybe you just need another lesson," she sternly stated, using a hand to undo the velcro holding her top together to allow herself breathe easier.

Joan caught the glimpse you stole from her neck to her chest that were coated in small beads of sweat, and took it upon herself to test the waters even more. After all, she did know you better than you even knew yourself.

"You must learn to control your body. Control your thoughts." A gloved hand slipped to your neck, the cold, leathery feel sending a chill down your spine and your body to shiver under her touch that didn't go unnoticed. "Do you think I haven't caught onto you? Your not-so-subtle glances in my direction. That pathetic little doe-eyed look you give me when I praise you. The hunger in your eyes when I degrade you. It's quite obvious what direction your mind goes in." Her knee slid between your inner thighs, forcing a quiet moan from you. "You're liking this, aren't you, little one?"

Your breathing was shaky as you laid in awe, hyper fixating on the leathery material wrapped around your neck and the knee that pressed roughly against your core. When you didn't respond, Joan squeezed her hand on your throat tighter.

"Answer me," she demanded. Lips hovered just mere inches above your own, and the smell of her musky perfume mixed with the leathery gloves were driving you mad.

"Y-yes, Miss Ferguson," you whimpered. Innocent eyes gazed at her with longing, and a dark, seductive undertone that the older woman was craving from you.

"Joan," she said. "You may call me Joan, but only when we are like this. Around others I am still your teacher, your superior. Got it?" She lifted a brow.

"Yes, Miss— Joan," you corrected yourself.

"Good girl. Now are you ready for your next lesson?" A smirk toyed at her tight lips at how easy this all was. You were always her best student. So quick to learn, so eager to do better, so... hungry for her validation, and Joan just wanted nothing more than to feed you it.

Her best student. Her neediest student. Pinned beneath her with a flushed face. Hair sprawled beautifully out around your head. Those lips parted, inviting her in. And those eyes. Fuck... Looking up at her through those curled wispy lashes. How someone like you could be so pure yet so filthy all at the same time. How someone half her age could possibly find her attractive, but she wasn't about to complain.

"Mhm," you nodded your head. "I'm ready for you to teach me about..?" you trailed off, with puppy dog eyes, expecting her to finish your sentence for you.

"Don't be stupid." You squirmed at her words, Joan's hand leaving your neck to unzip and rid you of your protective fencing top, with the help of you lifting your body to slide it off with ease. "You know exactly what I'm going to teach you, don't you? Or do I need to stop what I'm doing and teach you a lesson about listening first?" She gave a faux pout, retracting her hands all-together.

"No- please, Joan!" You instinctively grabbed her leather covered hand, and returned it to your neck, where it had since grown cold from her missing touch. Your expected urgency to keep her going forced a small chuckle from the older woman. "Teach me about control. P-Please. Help me control my body. I need it. I need you, Joan. Please teach me." Your hips bucked with desire, needing her knee to push your button harder.

"You're pathetic, dear." She admitted with a lick to her lips that your eyes followed. "But that's a lesson for another day." Her mouth crashed into yours, leaving you breathless. Her kisses were passionate. Hungry. Demanding. Tongue completely dominating your own, completely expected on both of your ends.

One of your hands grabbed roughly at her top, pulling her unimaginable closer while the other went to her hair. More specifically, her braid. Fingers wrapped around the messy strands and pulled, earning the most subtle moan from the woman.

As much as she liked it, you weren't the one in charge. This was a lesson. And you needed to be taught. She couldn't lose control. Not now. Not today.

She grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling away from her hair but still allowing you to touch her, leaving your hand atop her own that stayed holding onto your throat. This moment was about you, not her.

After repositioning herself to a straddling position, the loss of her knee against your core cause a whimper to escape, missing her touching your needy center.

"So disappointing..." she said with a frown, allowing you both to catch some much needed air. "Can't even reposition myself to better aid your lesson without you whining like a needy little slut." Her hand strained against the leather glove on your neck, wanting to squeeze tighter but having to refrain herself in fear of pushing you too far too fast.

"I'm sorry—" you were cut off by a finger pressed to your lips. "Don't you dare apologize. You do not apologize for that. You own it. Own up to what you are. Let me hear you say it. Say what you are." Her dark eyes gazed at you expectedly, awaiting a response. The correct response.

"I-I'm a needy little slut," you let out a shaky breath, finding it hard to read your fencing master's expression after your admission. Those words, however, helped the damp patch between her legs grow even more. She could get off on those words alone.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it? Hmm?" She planted a rewarding kiss to your plump lips as her hand trailed down to your pants. You mumbled a 'no' as velcro was undone, zipper went down, and your hips lifted as you shimmied out of your fencing uniform entirely. All that covered you was a thinly cropped white tank top, and a pair of fitted shorts that just barely covered your ass.

Joan held back a groan at your tinier figure. She was much bigger than you. Much stronger. Much more dominating. The idea of her much thicker, longer fingers, filling you had her heart thudding rapidly in her chest with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see how many fingers you could take. And you were thrilled to find out for yourself.

"Joan..." you faintly whispered the older woman's name as her lips made their way to your neck. "Need you.. so bad..please! I've been doing so good for you. So—so good," you begged her as she left marks along your neckline, soothing her bites with a gentle tongue.

Feeling generous to your pleas, Joan allowed a single hand to roam down the center of your chest, purposely ignoring your breasts as she ran her hand lower. The ticklish spot just below your navel etched into her memory when you let out a very audible hum and your belly twitched beneath her wandering fingers.

"Will you continue to be good for me?" she asked, allowing her hand to skim beneath your waistband but stopping purposely just before reaching your center.

"God- yes, Joan! I'll be so good. Such a good girl for you, just fuck me. I'm begging you. I need you." Her mouth returned to yours, hovering just close enough to your lips.

"I don't hear a please..." she tutted, fingers just barely grazing your clit.

"Please—" words were cut short when you let out your first sinful moan at her fingers circling your precious bundle of nerves. Joan loved that noise coming from you, telling herself she would do whatever it took to keep you going.

Her leather-clad fingers worked wonders as she occasionally pressed harder against your button that forced your hips to grind against the dominating woman's hand.

"Oh, Joan! Just like that," your eyes fluttered shut but the ravenette ceased her fingers. "Keep those eyes open, my little whore. I want to see you."

Your eyes glistened as you reopened them, gaze fixating on Joan's dark, hooded eyes, all color completely gone at her dilated pupils. "That's my good girl. Such a good listener for me."

"Joan...I- I'm gonna...." Your body twitched as you felt your nearing release. The woman above you smirking before shoving two digits inside your pussy, that clenched around her.

"Not yet...Fuck, you're so tight.." she moaned at your restricted walls as she began fucking you with her fingers. The new sensation drove you wild. Her fingers were rather large, more slender, and more skilled than yours. "This little pussy belongs to me now, yes?" She asked, raising her usual eyebrow.

"Y-yes, of course!" You shook your head with a cry when her fingers dove deeper and skillfully rubbed the soft-spongy spot that had your pussy fluttering around her digits.

"Say it. I need you to say it," she pinched your hardened nipple between her thumb and pointer finger, eliciting a hearty moan from you. "Say it or you don't get to come." The pain mixed with pleasure fills you with euphoric madness.

"My pussy is yours...All yours, Joan! I p-promise it's only yours from now on..." You felt dirty at the own words coming out of your mouth but at the same time have never been more turned on.

"That's what I like to hear. You're mine now. Only I get to fuck and stretch this tight pussy of yours. Only me..." She forcefully took your lips with hers, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth before shoving her tongue in your mouth.

Your walls clenched unimaginably tighter, making it harder for Joan's fingers to fuck you but she was relentless, ensuring you would get the release you were craving.

"Come for me, woman. Let me feel you." She whispered against your lips, your loud moans being muffled by her ravenous mouth enclosing your own in a hungry kiss.

Her palm pushing against your clit was the last straw to have your body filling with immense heat as you fell over the edge. Your body shaking, breasts pushing into hers as your back arched from the ground, and fingers mindlessly digging into the back of her neck as you held her.

"Oh...oh fuck! Joan—" You cried out, wetness covered your inner thighs as you mindlessly squirted from the monstrous strokes coming from her leather coated fingers that didn't dare stop as you rode out your orgasm.

"That's it, let go...Come for me.." Her husky voice caused a guttural moan to fall past your lips. She went to go suck the flesh on your neck, but your fingers pulled at her hair, forcing her mouth to lavish yours once more. Needing her mouth on yours more than ever.

"Mmmph..." Your teeth clamping down onto the dominant woman's bottom lip forced a groan from the ravenette as your pussy clamped tightly around her digits that slowly removed themselves from you.

"Congratulations..." Joan smirked, tongue darting out to lick her now swollen bottom lip, tasting a familiar metallic liquid. It slightly stung from your harsh bite as you partially punctured her, but she found herself to be proud of what you've done. "You've passed your first lesson. It's remarkable what one can do if they just... listened.."

Your tired and hooded eyes couldn't help but roll at words, knowing she was completely right, but you didn't dare to admit it to her just yet.

After all, you still wanted another lesson.

.・。.・゜✭・.・��・゜・。.

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[marilynthornhilllover]

Wanna get drunk & nasty ?

Brienne of tarth x fem! Princess reader

Warning: indecent language, drinking of high beverages, kissing, almost smut, candle wax kink.

Authors note:

Keep in mind I haven't watch the entire game of thrones show I only watched a couple seasons 😪and this is my first brienne fanfic ;)

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You were ridiculously horny and just needed to be fucked. You had just arrived back from your coronation so you were now an official princess.

You always admired your body guard brienne. Yes the great brienne of tarth. Knight of seven kingdoms.

Brienne was a natural beauty. But on other hands she never felt like she was. She was kind, brave, confident and above all, stood no nonsense or bullshit from anyone. Especially men.

On your 20th birthday brienne swore to rule by your side and protect you at all cost.

When you first met brienne you were absolutely taken away by her beauty.

Tall, sexy, beautiful golden blonde hair. With the perfect pale skin.

She noticed the way you looked at her. And you noticed the way she looked at you as well.

Everytime you went sword fighting with her she'd always find an excuse to have you close to her. Have your lips closer to hers.

The way she'd fight with you would make your core throb. You'd always melt inside for her. Her tall figure over yours. Sweating, panting even whimpering at times.

It all made you every horny. There were times where you were at royal events with your parents and just zone out thinking about how good she would fuck you.

Everytime, you caught her staring at you, she'd just quickly look away and pretend to be doing something.

You knew she felt the same way. She had to right?

You wanted to find out, and today was just the right day. It was a royal holiday. Meaning everyone would be at the general market including your parents. Royal holidays were atleast 3 days long.

Your parents wouldn't be back home in 3 days. You overheard them telling brienne to keep a close eye on you, since you had the record of seeking out.

You had just woken up, it was a little bit after noon. You were surprised at how long you've slept. It was around lunch time. You didn't even get to say good bye to your parents before they left.

You were ready to take your morning shower but you were forgetting one thing. You wanted to lay in the bathtub with hot milk and roses but your candles weren't lit. You were always scared of fire, mostly scared of getting burned by accident.

You opened your window to see brienne practicing sword fight in the court yard.

" can I ask you a favor my ser?" She immediately halted her movements and turned to look your way.

God she looked holy. Hair disheveled, nose slightly red from the cold, pupils blown. It was certainly a sight to see.

" anything my lady" she replied, placing her sword back in its place on her side. She tilted her head to the side and licked her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips. You almost forgot what you wanted from her.

" I need you to light my candles if you don't mind" you said, she nodded and made her way inside the castle and up to your room.

In the mean while, you got into the bathtub and laid back, moaning at how relaxing the sensation was.

" my lady?" You heard her call out, peeking behind the bathroom door slightly.

" you can come in" you said lifting your body slightly out of the water so that you can sit up. What you didn't know was that now your breast was showing.

Nipples hard, water dripping from them. Briennes eyes quickly caught sight of them and looked away.

It made her feel things. She couldn't get the image out of her head now, but she tried her best not to look back again.

She lit the candles and proceeded to leave. But that's when her eyes caught sight of a tequila bottle, half empty.

Anger was quick to build up in her. If your parents were to find out that you've been drinking god knows what they'll do to her.

She turned around and tired to speak as calmly as possible.

" what is this" you turned your head to look up at her your boobs still in her sight. You followed her eye line and your eyes quickly widen. She wasn't supposed to see that.

"Shit" you mumbled as you got out of the tub all naked. You hit the bottle with your body. Her eyes raked up your body, she was definitely eye fucking you.

She cleared her throat and refocused her eyes on yours. When her eyes met your gaze, she had a different look in her eyes. It was lust and desire.

"Can I kiss you my lady?" She asked looking at the ground. You smirked, how can the great brienne of tarth be so shy when her record was always to be brave and confident.

" I thought you'd never ask" you replied under your breath. She quickly pushed you against the wall and pressed her lips on yours.

You moaned as she forced her tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

You were so lost in the kiss that you didn't even realize that she had pushed your legs apart and place her knee in between them.

Feeling the cold armor against your cunt made you moan, and you broke the kiss.

" please daddy" you whined, grinding your hips on her armor. She removed her leg and wrapped her big hands around your neck tightly.

Honestly that turned you on more. You just wanted her to destroy you. Ruin you. Make you hers. Make you unable to walk for any upcoming royal events, that's to come.

" does my little slut want daddy's cock, want daddy to stuff you full of her cum, yeah" your head fell back as your eyes rolled back, you could just imagine how good she felt.

She choked you tighter as she leaned into your ear.

" maybe next time. Til then can you wait y/n can you be a good girl for daddy?" She asked nibbling on your earlobe.

You nodded, your head still deep in your trance.

Brienne picked up a candle and poured the melted wax on your leg. You moaned in pain and pleasure, looking down on your leg to see the wax already getting hard on your leg.

You looked up at her to see that she was awaiting her response and quickly answered.

" Yes daddy, I'll wait like the good girl I am for you"

" good girl" she said letting go of your neck.

" next time maybe I'll teach you how to ride" she mumbled before leaving.

You still felt her lips on you, her hand around your neck, her knee inbetween your legs pressed on your cunt, the candle wax. You needed more.

But until next time, you were gonna be a good girl.....

Pt 2? ;)

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You Belong Here - Dean Winchester

My Masterlist

Enemies to lovers undertones, hurt/comfort, angst 

Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: Injury, descriptive injure, blood, canon violence. Not proofread.

Prompted by: “Let’s just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen you.” #31 on this amazing list. When I say this prompt took on a life of it’s own I am telling you WHAT 

"Would you two calm down?" Sam sighed in irritation, walking into the kitchen. Dean and I were at each other's throats again-for the second time that day-over a hunt he and Sam had gone on without even telling me. They had then called me up in a panic asking to be picked up. I had panicked too then, because they had told me they would just be at some bar, not going on a werewolf hunt.

"No, we're in this as a team, aren't we? I know you didn't want me to go, but you could have at least told me you were going out on a hunt instead of blatantly lying to me like that!" I argued.

"I didn't want you to go because a third person would just get in the way." Dean hissed.

"Oh, so I'm just the third wheel now?"

"Always have been." Dean was suddenly indifferent now, turning to take a swig of his beer.

"Then who would've saved your ass back there, Winchester?" I narrowed my eyes at him, voice dangerously low.

He shrugged. "I'll admit, it's convenient to have you around."

"And I'm sure you wouldn't go out of your way to help me out, would you?"

"Let's just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I'd act like I hadn't seen you." He said indifferently.

"I never really was a part of this stupid team bullshit." I spat, getting to my feet and stalking off. "I should've known that from the start."

Loading my gear up into my car, I slammed the trunk shut with more force than necessary, leaning onto my elbows and heaving a sigh. I ran my hands through my hair. I was trying not to be impulsive about this.

"Fuck it." I muttered. Those two idiots may not have been able to take him, but I knew how they approached things. I'd be more sneaky about it. Plus, they had already injured it, giving me a head start.

I climbed out of my car at the cabin, tucking my silver knife into my boot and patting my hip to make sure my gun with the silver bullet was strapped to my belt. Satisfied, I stalked off into the woods, slinking around the cabin and taking notes of the rooms with lights on. I peered into a window in confusion. There wasn't any movement. Not even the flash or changing colors of a TV screen.

I was only able to gasp in surprise as I was suddenly tackled to the ground. With a grunt, I rolled away from my attacker, scrambling to my feet and yanking the knife out of my boot. My eyes took a moment to focus, but when they did, I could make out the heaving figure of a man in front of me. He wasn't completely shifted, half of his face covered in dense fur, and his arms as well. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I knew there would be another of you coming." He growled.

"You guessed right, mutt." I spat at him, ducking underneath his sudden swing and sinking the blade of my knife into his arm. He howled in pain as the silver burned into his flesh. It served as a doubled edged sword when he tried to pull it out, as the hilt and handle were crafted with silver, too. Smoke rose from his furry hand as he ripped the knife from his bicep and tossed it into the brush, a low growl emanating from his throat.

I took a step back, expecting him to be writhing in pain by now. I hadn't really dealt with werewolves, and from what the Winchester brothers had told me, he should have been almost incapacitated at my silver blade. No wonder they hadn't been able to take him out. Now that I could take his face in more clearly in the moonlight, I saw several scars, new ones crossing over old ones, and I noticed a blood spot on his tank top that certainly hadn't been there before. I assumed that was where Dean had said he had shot him.

Eyeing his wound, I lunged at him, digging my fingers into it. He made a strangled sound, and in a blur, I managed to pin him to the ground. I fumbled for my gun, my hands shaking with adrenaline, and in that small window of time, he had flipped me onto my back and, with a sickening crack, landed an inhumanly strong punch to my ribs. I groaned, fighting the urge to scream out. His features shifted wildly before he completely turned. He went absolutely wild, tearing at the tender flesh of my stomach with long, sharp claws, and ripping into my bicep and shoulder with his teeth. My hands scrambled for my gun and continued to fumble with it through the reddish haze of my vision, before I finally managed to off the safety with a click, and shoot him in the heart.

I rolled his body off of mine with a whimper, struggling onto all fours. I could feel my blood pouring out of the wounds I had sustained, and it was already weakening me substantially. I staggered to my feet, clutching onto a tree for support. I stumbled to my car which, although wasn't far, felt like miles in my current state. By the time I had slumped into the seat, I was struggling to stay conscious. The blood loss was getting to me. Quick.

My drive back to the bunker was a blur, and I fumbled with the keys multiple times before I found the right one. I didn't even consider knocking; I already knew I wasn't welcome anymore. I never really had been.I would bandage myself up and be gone by morning.

They were always a sibling team, and there was never any room for another person. Although, at one point, I had liked Dean, and I almost thought he returned it. But it was obvious enough to me now that he didn't-and probably never had-felt that way about me. Sam was like a brother to me, but I'm sure he was only tolerating me too; he was probably just too nice to say anything about it.

As soon as I made it in, I immediately made for the kitchen. I thrusted my forearms under the cool water of the sink, letting out a sound something halfway between a sigh and a whimper as the crimson water ran down the drain. My exposed flesh stung horribly. A dripping trail of blood had followed me across the floor, and was now beginning to pool around my feet. I slumped tiredly over the counter, before turning and sliding down the cabinets, weakly holding my shredded arm to my chest. I knew I was bleeding out fast, but I didn't have it in me to care.

I told myself I was just regaining my balance, I'd get up as soon as the room stopped spinning so dizzyingly. I made a pathetic effort to put pressure on my stomach wounds, my hands shaking. Voices followed by the slamming of a door and rapid, urgent footsteps made me snap my head up, which had fallen forward in exhaustion. I tried to make myself smaller, curling into the cabinet that I was leaning against and shaking. My heart pounded in my ears.

I startled back into consciousness as a hand came into contact with my shoulder, shaking me awake. I scrambled to get away from them, panicking when my back hit a wall. My eyes darted around wildly before they were met with frightened green ones.

"Dean?" I coughed, blood bubbling up in my throat.

"It's me, sweetheart. Stay with me." His hand briefly cupped the side of my face, before he hastily turned to grab something, muttering a curse under his breath. He wadded up a dish towel before pressing it to my stomach. I cried out, struggling against him as he carefully laid me on the floor. I kicked my legs helplessly, gripping onto his hands with a petrified look in my eyes. In my confused state, I genuinely thought he was trying to kill me.

"Sam!" He called out over his shoulder. Rapid footsteps came down the hall, and I heard Sam's voice before he came into view.

"What the fuck happened??" He asked, immediately turning on his heel and leaving the room.

"Sam," I mumbled, thinking he was leaving me. "No."

"Don't worry, he's just going to get some things to stitch you up. Don't do that." He added as I struggled onto my elbows. His hand pressed against my chest, forcing my back down to the floor. "God, you're fucking freezing." He added.

"She's cold." I heard Dean tell Sam when he came back into the room. I cracked my eyes back open, fingers feeling for my pulse. I groaned in protest.

"Shit, you're right. Okay." I heard things rustling. The pressure on my stomach lessened and I visibly relaxed in relief. It didn't last long though, before a burning sensation spread through my flesh. I squirmed in discomfort at first, until it became even worse, and I let out a low moan of pain.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry." Dean's voice was uncharacteristically soft. Caring, even.

"I killed it." I mumbled, forcing my tired eyes open. His eyes were glossy as if he was crying, but he had a sort of breathless smile on his face. The burning subsided, and gauze took its place.

"Good. Good job, I'm proud of you." He praised me, holding my face in his hands. I sighed, unintentionally leaning into the warmth and comfort of his palms. I'd enjoy it while I could, either before I left, or for however long until I inevitably lost my hold on consciousness and slipped into the hands of death.

"You've never said that to me before." I sighed.

"I know, I should have. You're an amazing hunter." Finished, Sam got to his feet with a nod to Dean, leaving the room. I raised my head weakly to follow him, before giving up and returning my attention to the older Winchester.

"'m not." I argued, my words slurring. "'m going to die from a fucking werewolf."

"You're not going to die." He said sternly.

"What happened to letting me bleed out on the kitchen floor?" I asked him, changing the subject and struggling to keep my eyes open.

"I changed my mind." I felt him slide his arms underneath me. My eyes fluttered shut, a feeling of safety washing over me. I relaxed against him, ignoring his orders to stay awake.

I woke up from a fevered, restless sleep, rolling onto my side with a moan and beginning to shiver violently. Despite the fact I was sweating profusely, my senses told me otherwise, and I curled into the warmth at my back with another shudder, squeezing my eyes shut and wrapping my arms around myself. The dim light of the room was familiar and easy on my pulsating headache. I laid there, beginning to fall asleep again, as memories of the event returned to me. Movement at my back made me freeze in realization. I turned my head slowly, praying I was wrong.

Dean's face was inches from mine, and he shuffled in his sleep, frowning. He slung an arm over my waist. I began to struggle onto my elbows, trying to put some distance between us. This was too much.

His green eyes opened in alarm as I wiggled out of his grip.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." I mumbled out an apology as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, resting my elbows on my knees and pushing back a wave of dizziness with a groan. I felt the mattress shift, and he was beside me with his arm around my shoulders. I unconsciously leaned into him.

"For what? Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry about." He gently rubbed my uninjured arm.

"No, I've always just been the third wheel between you and Sam. I just keep getting in the way and fucking things up."

"You're no-" He began.

"You've said it yourself, over and over again. I get it. You don't have to lie to me just because I almost got myself killed." I muttered out the last part, pulling away from him.

He leaned forward on his knees, head in his hands. "You don't actually- God, I really fucked up." He mumbled under his breath before turning his gaze back to me. "Look, I didn't mean it. I never did." He explained. "I'm so sorry." He apologized softly. Any and all trace of cockiness or sarcasm was gone. He was genuine.

"It's a little late for that, Winchester. I'm leaving. I already planned on it."

"You can't just make decisions like that on a whim-" He protested.

"I'm not. I've been thinking this over for a while now. For months. It's for the best. No hard feelings." I reassured him. There were definitely hard feelings-ones that were incredibly hard to face.

"I love you." He admitted suddenly. "I care about you. That's why I don't want you to hunt with us."

"You can't say shit like that on a whim just to get me to stay." I retorted harshly, ignoring the fluttering in my gut at his confession.

"I'm not. I- I don't want you to get hurt. What we do is dangerous, I'm sure you know that. I don't want you to get caught up in all of this, I'd rather push you away than- than lose you." He choked out the last part, meeting my gaze intently.

"I call bullshit. You know I'd still hunt whether I was with you guys or not." I said as flatly as I could.

"Exactly." His eyes were pleading. He was slowly chipping away at my armor.

"You just want me here to bail you out when you need it." I argued.

"I want you here for so many more reasons than that."

"You're a liar, Winchester."

Our faces had been inches apart, and he suddenly closed the distance, his lips meeting mine. I sighed, reveling in the feeling for a heartbeat before I pushed him away, wincing.

"Is that proof enough for you that I'm not lying?" He asked breathlessly. I longed to close the gap between us once again.

"Stop." My voice cracked. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."

"Then don't go." He pulled me into a hug against his chest. I didn't fight him, I only leaned into him and gripped onto his shirt with a silent sob, ignoring the faint protests of my injuries. I must have been on painkillers, or I knew I would be in much more pain. His hands found the small of my back, and he tenderly rubbed them up and down that vulnerable spot.

"I can't stay." I choked out into his shirt.

"Why not?"

"I love you. I love you so much it fucking hurts." I admitted. "And when you started being an asshole to me, it hurt even more."

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry sweetheart." He mumbled into my hair.

"I've never belonged anywhere, and I thought I had finally found somewhere I did and then I don't- I can't-" I continued to drunkenly confess.

"Shh, calm down." He soothed me as I drew in a shaky breath, struggling to hold back my tears. "This is exactly where you belong, for as long as you want it."

"Promise?" I mumbled absurdly.

I felt his lips in my hair quirk upwards into a smile. "Promise."

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[chimielie]

little by little, we'll meet in the middle

summary: Oikawa x F!Reader (slight/past Iwaizumi x Reader). You and Oikawa are two moons - now that you've been pulled into each other's orbits, you can't seem to pull away. Even when you probably should. Sequel to Honeybee.

word count: 1k

cw: one mention of unhealthy eating practices. weird past-life-soulmateism. Yearning.

a/n: this is a part two, so i recommend reading in order to sort of understand the love triangle/knight x king/past life bullshit that's happening here, but honestly i don't know how much it'll help. it's a little bit of a the raven cycle au, but not quite? happy birthday IDIOT @ oikawa tooru. i love u or whatever

Your hands are calloused: at the base of the fingers and the web of the thumb. You brush a careful touch over the inside of Oikawa’s wrist, sweeping your thumb over his pulse point. Checking that he’s still alive. Warm touch and pulsing heart persisting.

You let go when he shifts the car into parking gear, pulling with both hands on the parking brake. It’s an old car, and only as reliable as its owner. 

He tries not to think about the combined delicacy and roughness of your hands, tries not to add another scrap of evidence to the pile that says he saw you first and he saw you true. It’s a pointless collection, like so many of his little passion projects. He couldn’t help building it, his jealous hoard of the moments where you were his and his alone. Guiltily, each brick had been laid and mortared from the moment he’d watched his best friend fall (clumsy and boyish, in a way he so rarely allowed himself to be) in love with you.

Even now, when Iwaizumi’s eyes are far from the both of you, even now that you are technically unburdened by belonging, the stiff line of duty is in your back and his vision. He keeps his eyes carefully away from you; if he looks at you for too long, his tongue finds words that shouldn’t be said. 

Your posture is as straight as the pines surrounding you, picking at the sandwiches you burned for lunch. Prosciutto and melted cheese you’d found unlabeled in the fridge, the crusts literally rimmed black, still a little warm to the touch even all the way into the blue mountains.

It’s a little fuck-you to him. He had called and said come on a drive with me. And you had fought him, snapped that you were in the middle of making lunch. Make me some, too, then, he had said indifferently, I haven’t eaten anything yet today. And you had been waiting at the curb, standing up straight with one hand shading your face and the other holding a bag of sandwiches. 

“Where are we going?” You asked, sliding into the passenger seat, stowing the sandwiches between you. This carefully curated space is present, always, a barrier never let down by both of you at the same time. 

“Nowhere,” he shrugged, kicking the car into gear. “Anywhere.”

The long-unused backroads are exactly in-between. Blue-green trees block out the sky, ushering in a soft not-quite night in the middle of the day, blurring that hard line. 

“They’re burnt,” you say, shoving the food into his hands. Three extras, just for him, because you worry about the way he gets distracted, gets obsessed, forgets to eat. Three burnt sandwiches, because you want to show him that love isn’t going to soften you, that whatever past you may have had (knight; king; lifetimes ago) your future doesn’t involve cooking at home while he rules the court. You wear your principals like you once wore gleaming metal armor.

He sees it in flashes. Reaching out, palms open. Hands calloused by the grip of your sword. A chalice, lifted to your lips, helmet removed and hair loose. Voice strong and sure, swearing fealty (voice soft, warning him of impropriety. Of the dangers of consorting with peasants). 

Lips, dry and still as he swallowed your fears.

“I don’t mind,” he says, and you look away from him. Everything feels raw and too real.

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” You say, because you don’t know what to do with his vulnerability. With-your-friends Oikawa is so different from talking-to-adults Oikawa is so different from just-your-Tooru. He’s water, slipping through your fingers even as he’s still rising around you, threatening to swallow you whole. 

He knows what you’re doing, too, because he knows that the boys are planning a surprise party away from his family, that you’re not supposed to snitch on the plan but would in a second if he pushed. You can’t lie to him.

He worries that the corollary is true: That he can’t lie to you. That you see him for what he is. 

He gives you a wry smile, telling you that he’s playing your game. “I want to go to the moon.” He’s been saying it since he was five, even when it stopped being true and became a tradition he was locked into.

“Of course you only want what you can’t have,” you laugh, and the words don’t lodge as painfully as he thought they might. “I can give you a star, Tooru, is that enough?”

“I guess,” he gives a prissy shake of the shoulders. “I could accept a promise.”

You don’t laugh, like he’d planned for. Instead, when he looks over at you next, you’re looking at him with an expression like—the sunset, honey melting over the horizon. Warm.

Oikawa shivers.

“I can give you that,” you say, voice small in your throat. He feels wildly unmoored in time, slipping between this life and the last; this love and the last; doom and destiny, woven together in a single thread. His head is heavy. Outside, the trees block sheets of misty rain. “Can that be enough?”

Your face is serious when he looks at you (can’t look at you too long, can’t let it show on his face), but your eyes shine. You’re looking at him—he feels dizzy with it—like he’s the sun. Like he’s a king.

You wrap gentle fingers around his wrist and tug him closer. The world is quiet, here, with you. His and his alone.

You keep your eyes steady on his, chin lifted in determination, always ready to fight. He runs a finger over the back of your hand, the one holding him. You don’t look at his mouth and you don’t let go.

He knows what you want because he wants it, too.

He lifts both of your hands and puts your palm over the lower half of your face. The center of the universe is your mouth. You stay still while he positions you, not even surprised; you know him.

Slow: he leans in, presses his lips to the back of your hand. Your eyes shut; he watches you as he lingers. The barrier hasn't been knocked down, yet, but this is him laying siege.

“A promise,” he says against your skin. “Is all I need.”

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live "tweet" books with me (via the Goodreads progress bar) pt. 6 A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J. Maas

SHAMELESS PLUG: The rest of the books are on my page as pt 4/4.5 and pt 5 hehe

Nesta laughing at the cauldron is so badass oml.....she was really pissing me off in frost and starlight so this book better redeem her"

you're reading my mind cassian...man up and knock

is he gonna call her nes the whole book YES PEASE

 Nesta "You're not my high lord" Archeron back in action

hahahaha rhys is scared of nesta (for good reason but it's still funny)

I still say that Nesta and Mor are gonna be besties.... it's just a matter of time

HAHAHA self insert smut book shaming

damn Cass brutal as hell

I am beyond excited to watch these two losers lust after each other for the next 700 pages...my favorite annoyances to lovers....plus Cass drooling over Nesta in pants is HILARIOUS

cassian comparing his reactions to things that happened to Nesta to Rhys' reaction to feyre and Tamlin cracks me up....just patiently waiting for their mating bond to kick in

Eris is right, they need him...but 1 he doesn't need to be a dick about it, and 2. I'm not excited for Mor to find out

Nesta making fun of her celibate bat boy "making fun of my smut books? I raise you making fun of you having to jerk off yourself" ICON

how Az isn't laughing his ass off rn I will never know...he's stronger than me that's for sure

hmmmmmm....Nesta dear, that sounds suspiciously like a mating bond

these mf have dirty ass minds....they're really just horny af

cassian don't be a creeper

yes Cassian be very bashful about what the sentient house can see...ya nasty

I would choose to read books with a romantic subplot over just a plain romance book literally every day but sometimes I'm really just like "fuck your war go kiss"

hehe Nesta and Gwen bestie prediction

I love the house so much...such an instigator

OMG JUST KISS ALREADY WTF

choosing to ignore the length of Cassian's hair bc long hair is an ick

AHHHH HIM TELLING HER TO KEEP REACHING OUT HER HAND JUST LIKE MOR TOLD HIM TO DO WITH HER IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL...IM SOBBING

I'm really ready for the Archeron sisters to be on one team...this 2 vs 1 bullshit is stupid...like clearly you love each other

YYAAAYYY KISSIINNGGG

YAYA RHYS AND FEYRE BABY!!! I saw that coming from a millleeeeee away

that is gonna be the most spoiled child known to man

reading this in the library at school is an interesting choice

"Just sex," my ass

azrial is the worst chaperone in all of existence... but he's also clearly the biggest Cassian/Nesta shipper in existence, so it's fine... Also, the way he just knowingly ate at the table after what they did is BOLD

awwww smutty book club

the older sister disapproval is real...also Nesta calling Rhys Rhysand is hilarious

I love Emerie and Gwyn so much omg

Emerie and Gwyn giggling at the sword inuendos is peak bestie vibe energy

every once in a while the Archeron sisters will say something very "human girl in her 20s" and it cracks me up to no end to watch their centuries-old faerie boyfriends look at them as if they're speaking tongues

just admit you're in love with each other..." just sex" is just hurting both of you

that is just about the hottest thing I've ever read

ewwww what does Tamlin want

Nesta needs a pin that says "bitch and proud" bc she really owns that shit like no other

"your my friend" my absolute ass

I love dancer!Nesta

bc I haven't read in like 5 days I can't remember what plan Cassian is ruining rn but I'm glad he's doing it...go dance with your girl pookie

HE HAD MOR GIVE HIM DANCE LESSONS??!!?!? YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

Rhys is good at his job bc he can have feyre AND Cassian freaking out at him in his head and still hold a conversation....live laugh love feyre and Cassian as the Nesta Archeron protection squad

ha ha az...can't hide that you are in love with Elain from Nesta, she sees all

Az getting Nesta a gift is the cutest thing ever

FUCKING FINALLY JESUS CHRIST 🤦🏽‍♀️

Cassian has the confidence of an actual doormat...sometimes it's sweet, sometimes it's annoying as hell

YAY THEY'RE MATES....BOOO THEY'RE STUPID

I love Gwen so much...that's all

THEY'RE GONNA WIN THE WHOLE THING I JUST KNOW

hehe her mate taught her 😊

there is a little too much plot happening right now for a book that only has 30 pages left

cracking jokes after you almost just died...Cassian I love you

OH GOOD GOD FEYRE

death pacts make me want to kill the people who made them

miracle magic objects are gonna miracle magic object now and bc Nesta's a badass everyone's gonna live...the end

YAY NESTA AND RHYS ARE GONNA BE BESTIESSS

awwwwww nyx

if I die never knowing what happened with Eris and Mor I'll kill Sarah myself (I never got to know)

(Afterthought in post-production: this could've been two books bc the way the plot was resolved in the last 30 pages of a 750-page book is WILD)

I'm also not gonna be reading fantasy for a while just bc that's not what's next on the tbr, so it might be a while before I do the next part cause these are harder to make for contemporary novels tehe

#amren acotar #acotar #elain acotar #morrigan acotar #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #rhysand #feyre archeron #elain x azriel #live tweeting #goodreads #cassian acotar

[writtenjewels]

20 Year Anniversary

Salim woke to the delicate brush of fingers along his chest hair. He opened his eyes and shifted enough to glance at the clock: it was past one o'clock in the morning. He glanced over his shoulder to where Jason was nestled up against him. The other man had his cheek resting against Salim's shoulder, his hand lazy as it combed through the curly hairs.

“What is it?” Salim asked him.

“It's our anniversary,” Jason answered, lifting his head to meet Salim's gaze. Salim's brow furrowed in confusion. “Twenty years ago,” Jason clarified, “we teamed up in the Sumerian temple.”

“Oh.” Salim let out the word in a surprised breath.

“Did you forget?” Jason teased him.

“No.” Even years later, that time was cemented into Salim's mind. “I notice you said 'teamed up' and not 'met'. Are we not counting that?”

“Nope. I count from the moment I became your shield.” Salim's heart swelled with affection and he placed his hand over Jason's, twining their fingers together. “It was just past one in the mornin', May thirty-first.”

“And how do you know what time it was?” Salim asked, shifting so they were face-to-face. Jason's face softened in that mischievous smile that first melted Salim's heart all those years ago. His crow's feet were much more defined than back then, a testament to just how often he smiled in the time between.

“Checked my watch.”

“Are you messing with me?” Salim demanded, playfully letting his face fall open in shock. Jason let out an appreciative chuckle.

“I seriously did. With all the bullshit goin' on down there, seein' the time helped me feel centered. And I guess I was timin' you to see how long it took you to stab me in the back,” he added with a shrug.

“It took months,” Salim reflected, lifting his other hand to brush through Jason's graying hair. “And if I recall, you asked me to.” Jason's face crinkled up in amusement and he snorted.

“Usin' the sword euphemism for your dick again, huh?”

“You never get tired of it,” Salim pointed out. Jason just smiled wider and pressed a kiss on his mouth. All these years later and Salim's heart still beat a little faster the moment their lips touched. “How do you want to celebrate?” Salim asked after a moment.

“By doin' all the shit I was too scared to do back then: make out with ya, tell ya I love ya, get my hands all over your body, fuck ya real good.”

“You really wanted to do all those things?” Salim wondered.

“Thought I told you before. Are we gettin' old that we're repeatin' stories?”

“Maybe,” Salim allowed, “but I want to hear it anyway.”

“Okay.” Jason shifted to prop up on his elbow. “So the physical attraction was first. Got hit by that when I found you and Nicky next to that dead alien. I wanted to kiss you after we joked about cable TV. Then when you saved me from that other alien, I wanted to fuck you. It was when I saw you alive and well when I came to get ya that I wanted to say 'I love you'.”

“I might have said it back,” Salim confessed. They experienced all those steps eventually but at the time, Salim had unknowingly gone through the same emotions as Jason down there in the temple. “I remember hiding from the aliens, and your voice came over the radio. I didn't feel surprised at all that you would come for me.”

“You were my sword, Salim,” Jason told him, leaning over to look at him. “Then, now, always.” Salim's breath hitched and he shifted his legs apart slightly. The way Jason looked at him made his heart quicken in anticipation. That much hadn't changed between them.

Salim closed his eyes, picturing them as they were twenty years ago. He imagined them standing in those catacombs, measuring each other up. When he opened his eyes again Jason was still gazing down at him with that same expression.

“I love you, Jason.” The words were so simple now. As simple and true as they would have been had Salim been brave enough to say it back then.

“And I love you,” Jason returned with that same simplicity. “Happy anniversary.”

#jason kolchek #jason kolchek x salim othman #jason/salim #jason x salim #salim othman #jalim #house of ashes

[bb-editing]

ROXANA (Chapter 37)

*E/N: Thanks for 100 followers! I'm having a lot of fun editing these chapters, and I hope you're all having as much fun reading them :)

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As he ran, Cassis shot a sharp glance back at Jeremy, who had recovered from his surprise and was now looking far more relaxed. Cassis could hear Jeremy’s nasty laugh echoing behind him.

Disoriented by the initial chaos, Cassis had accidentally gotten stabbed by the Karantul’s pincer-like legs, and he was starting to feel its effects. First, the numbness spread through his limbs, before it was replaced by a cold, tingling sensation.

‘Shit,’ he thought. ‘Why are they breeding such things here?’

The surrounding atmosphere was now completely engulfed in the dense smell of poison emanating from the escaped monsters.

“Help me- HEUK!”

Cassis stopped and swung his head around just in time to see the woman who had cried for help get crushed in the jaws of another huge monster.

More monsters were advancing towards Cassis in the meantime, and while his chains were effective in curbing their attacks, there was a limit to how much he could attack without a proper weapon.

He clenched his teeth while shaking off a monster that had tried to bite him, hurriedly looking backwards for a possible escape route- but not before the monster’s poison tail sank its spike into him.

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“Your clothes are getting dirty, my lady.”

As soon as Emily’s hand touched the monster, its black body withdrew with a terrible and piercing scream.

“You don’t have to do anything, so please step back.” Roxana extended her arm towards Emily’s ungloved hand. “Try not to use your power- I don’t want your life force depleting for nothing.”

Emily bowed her head in acknowledgement.

Behind us, Grizelda dislodged an iron bar from a cage, using it as a weapon to defend herself from the monsters.

Those who couldn’t fend for themselves huddled the middle of the greenhouse, away from the glass walls and fighting members of the Agriche soldiers.

I moved toward Grizelda, breaking off an overturned table leg and stabbing it in an advancing monster’s eye to kill it.

“I have to leave,” I said.

“Because of Cassis?” She asked, almost sympathetically. I nodded.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I have a feeling this is all Jeremy’s fault. Just one of his stupid pranks. I hope your toy isn’t too badly hurt.”

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Cassis had been running for what seemed like centuries, and yet… he had no idea where he was, or where he was going. The Agriche mansion was truly a labyrinth. His limbs were tiring, and his brain was aching. Yet another monster appeared in front of him; Cassis grabbed the sword of a fallen Agriche soldier, and lunged.

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“Someone- someone save me!”

Just then, someone jumped over the monster’s head. The man moved deftly, driving a sword through its forehead. The Karantul fell with a shrill cry.

“Oh… thank you, sir!”

Cassis had no reason to help the people of Agriche. But he also couldn’t ignore a person’s cry for help.

Moreover, it was partly his fault that people were getting hurt by the monsters- after all, Jeremy had only released the monsters to hurt Cassis.

“Oh, good. You’re alive.”

As if summoned by Cassis’ thoughts, Jeremy appeared in the tree above him.

 Cassis cocked his head. “You’re happy to see me alive?”

“Yeah. I guess. If you died, I’d kind of be in a lot of shit, so…” Jeremy trailed off.

“Bullshit. You were the one who let the monsters out in the first place.”

Jeremy opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the thumping of dismembered Karantul body parts landing several feet away from Jeremy and Cassis.

“What’s going on?”

A deep, languid voice emerged from behind the Karantul’s corpse. The man had black hair and red eyes- an exact- but much younger- carbon copy of Lanche Agriche.

“Are you in the middle of walking your dog?” The man continued, wiping his sword on the coattails of his blazer.

Cassis looked at Jeremy, who was gritting his teeth in frustration. “Fucking Dion… fucking bitchass,” the younger Agriche muttered under his breath.

Dion ignored the jibe. “Jeremy. Did you open the door to the feedlot?”

#roxana #roxana agriche #roxana agreche #reincarnation #manhwa #romance manhwa #korean webnovel #korean manhwa #korean novel #light novel #web novel #korean webtoon #villainess manhwa #webnovel #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #webtoon #cassis pedelian #cassis #villainess isekai #villainess #novel #fantasy manhwa #pedelian #dion agriche #fantasy #romance #isekai manhwa #isekai

[messenger-of-stupidity]

NAH NAH NAH

Okay. Let's go through the thoughts of this latest update. There's a lot so buckle up buttercup.

1. Kravitas is literally so based. He's willing to spare Albus the suffering of long travel just because he's bored when typically he would enjoy Albus suffering.

2. Only Albus would risk insanity to spite a demon. Ever heard of cutting off your nose to spite your face, Albus? Seriously, these dude shot himself out of a fucking canon to stop Devlin from touching this hella cursed sword, but in typical Albus fashion when it's his safety and emotional welfare at stake common sense flies out the gods be damned window.

4. Is Kravitas really a demon or was his statement last episode about being more than that the truth that Albus just chose to call bullshit on?

5. Kerano, sweetie, if you don't like the sweater you don't gotta be nice to me and lie. Tis okay

6. Dad is back with his video of a casual demon attack. A normal Thursday. You'd think violence could slow enough for Faithful to get some groceries but I guess not.

7. AN ADULT TALK? EXCUSE ME? also yes now shoo child.

8. Guess I'll just go in a bunker and braid some hair or some shit. Whatever.

9. Don't you love it when the father figure of your child is so obsessed with transformers that he turns into a robot? (Yes I know he didn't turn into a robot. It just sounded kind of robotic in my head and it was funny.

10. What's the song called? It was kind of a vibe.

11. Oh my God we're raising a menace, thief, AND a liar. Where did we go wrong? 😭 Also can Faithful read minds? She was able to hear Kerano's mind about a key or something before Kerano had it, and was able to read the thoughts after that.

12. Move aside, Faithful is coming through like a badass. Hold the child

13. Oh neat. Both Albus and I have yelling voices in our head. 🥲

14. "I AM THE GREATEST GOOD YOURE EVER GONNA GET" - Faithful 2023

15. IS HE CUTTING OFF HIS HAND?! KERANO LOOK AWAY

16. Are... Are you seriously gonna make me choose between my two husbands right now? WHERES MY POLY OPTION? (Albus and Devlin in strictly familial relationship with each other. No condoning incest here)

-Branch-

Albus Route:

- yeah u tell him Devlin! How dare he try to reject us after saying it was our choice. Bitch

- UH I UH UHM ER

- daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry

- HOW MANY ROUNDS? Albus let her BREATHE before you fuck her to death omg

- I thought we became a bio mom to half demon children. But nah turns out we became a slutty saint

- YOOOO another thing in common with Albus! We both don't like kids. For different reasons but the point still remains

- Awww. He misses Devlin.

- Kerano is wholesome but I ain't forgiving her for snatching that key

- wait does anyone remember when he said he wouldnt tap faithful with a ten foot pole? Does that mean he tapped her with an eleven foot pole to stay true to his word?

- Devlin Route -

- that's what your brother said to me in an alternate reality when I chose him too.

- Albus back with the orgies. My angsty brain McThinks it's some copium since that's his whole "nothing hurts me!" Mask

- "HES A ROCKIN SPACE AGE BACHELOR MAN" I hope he gets his dream of being a monsterfucker

- Faithful got that holy rizz sheeeeeeesh

- astrology 🥰

- wait nevermind. Just some brotherly love

- you can call me darling any day of the week baby. I am living for it.

- Awww starry kiss. 🥹

Update: I keep forgetting there's a high chance that GBA will see this... BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?! I STAND BY WHAT I SAID (/lh) 😤😤😤

Update #2: for those asking about the third route thoughts, that's a secret that I'm saving for a fic.

#messy rambles #good boy audios #gba devlin #gba albus #gba faithful #gba kerano #gba kravitas #gba #gba bastard warrior

[littlecinnamonroll]

Fight Fire with Fire

hi hi bugs! sooo fun story- i was planning on waking up and finishing my last two classes of homework due tonight, BUT, instead, i woke up and had to write this!! it's been in my head for a while and i finally had the urge to just write it wooooooo! i really hope you enjoy! i'm soft for nemi

ft. Sanemi Shinazugawa, fem!reader, fluff, lots of CURSING!!

There was never a dull moment with Sanemi Shinazugawa. Even as you sat before the shirtless man, roughly wiping the dried blood from under his nose, he looked ready to burst.

Upon your first meeting, you learned immediately how harshly Sanemi fought with fire, small disagreements blowing up into arguments in a matter of seconds. You being a Hashira lessened his blows on you as there was a mutual respect for one another based on your positions, but it still didn’t save you from the sharpness of his tongue. It’s easier to push people away than lose them — or, at least, the Wind Pillar swore by that.

“I thought you were dead,” you huffed, tipping his chin slightly upwards to get a better angle on the blood.

“Obviously I’m not fucking dead,” he growled, fingers tightening on the hilt of his sword, the sharpening he’d been adamant on finishing today long forgotten.

You snorted a laugh, rolling your eyes at his bitter sarcasm. “Really? I couldn’t tell.”

A snarl twisted across his face, eye twitching at the fact that you didn’t, rather wouldn’t, take his bullshit. “You brat. Why are you even here? You spent the last few months making my life a living hell.” Despite the stabbing nature of his tone, you were quick to notice how his breath hitched when you cupped his cheek to steady his face, working vigorously to stop his bloody nose.

Glancing up at him, you pursed your lips. “Oh please. Don’t act like you didn’t give it right back to me, after starting it.”

“Yeah, but I never broke your goddamn door down!”

“Shitty ass door if you ask me.” You smirked, his eye twitched.

Now, Sanemi knew you weren’t the type to just break down doors — that was more his style — but he also knew your strength and resolute willpower. If a door was in your way, the door would be gone in a matter of moments. Plus, it was his fault that his crow played telephone and rumored Sanemi to be so injured, saying he only had minutes left to live! It wasn’t your fault you cared for the grumpy asshole! You held a special place in his heart too.

“I never should have been nice to you,” he seethed, “you’re a leech.” Sucking a sharp breath in as you moved away from his face and to his purpling knuckles, Sanemi couldn’t help but stare.

You’re hair was a bit messy, a slight tremble to your fingers as you took his bruised hands into your own. Sanemi would never tell you he beat someone up who cursed your family’s name; he’d never tell you that a pride swelled in his chest when he learned you rejected that same man; he’d especially never tell you that the man landed a few painful punches on the Wind Pillar before the Hashira left him a battered mess, taking out the rest of his steam on a tree in his backyard.

“Oh…” you murmured, your brows synching together: his hands must be in so much pain. Clearing your throat, you clicked your tongue — there was no way in hell you’d let Sanemi jab at you without dishing it back. “Such a gentleman, thank you for that one, Shinazugawa-Sama.”

Shinazugawa-Sama? Shinazugawa-Sama? Your tongue caressed his name in a silky tune, the honorific title you’d dubbed him with making his heart pound. His ears flushed red, cheeks dusting a light pink. “Shut up,” he barked, “you’re being annoying.”

“Mhm, totally.” You pulled the bowl of cool water onto your lap, gently placing Sanemi’s hand inside. Hopefully, the chill would help soothe the aching joints in his fingers, your body shivering slightly as you stared at his destroyed knuckles. “Why are you so beaten up?”

“Oh my fucking god,” he snapped at your lack of being quiet, your lips quirking into a playful grin as his face reddened more.

Packing a piece of cotton into one of his nostrils, the blood beginning to trickle down again, you moved Sanemi’s other hand into the bowl. “So—"

“Shut up,” he interjected.

“No.” You tugged on his ear, squinting. “Why’d you send out that crow?”

His…crow? Sanemi didn’t recall sending out a crow; he’d been in town to get a gift for Genya’s birthday when he heard that man insult you. Oh, how that made his blood boil. The moment Sanemi set eyes on the gentleman, jealousy crept into his mind: his face was scarless, hair well-kept, the nearby Dojo uniform and midnight-colored belt signifying his strength. It was hard to look on the stranger favorably when he’d flaunted how you someone like you wasn’t worth his time. Did he even know who he was talking about? You? The most beautiful, charismatic, fun-loving, tough soul Sanemi Shinazugawa had ever come to meet? He was insulting you?! His crow had been nearby when he knocked the man out, but everything there on became foggy.

That little shit. Sanemi’s jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. “Stupid bird,” he cursed. “I sent it out 'cause I could.”

He lied through his teeth, that you knew. As if you couldn’t roll your eyes any harder, you sighed. “Ass excuse. Why’d you really send that crow out?”

The Wind Pillar huffed in annoyance, his muscular chest rising with each breath, a grumbled muttering leaving his lips soon after. When you questioned his mumbling, he pinched the tip of your nose with a scowl. “The fuck is wrong with you, why are you so nosy today?”

There wasn’t much more you could do than go back to working at his knuckles. The man before you was brash, his gaze intense, his presence intimidating. It took a lot to be this close to Sanemi for extended periods of time, only meaningless jabs that left your lips, never a complaint. “Stop staring at me like that, it’s like you’re in love with me or something and it’s weird,” you shot up at the man, eyes trained intently on cleaning his hands.

“I’m staring because you look like shit.”

“You’re such an ass!” You squeaked, eyes immediately locking onto his.

Oh, he smirked, you’re blushing too. “Yeah, and? You still look like shit.”

In retaliation to his rather gentle insult, you jabbed his stomach and he scoffed a laugh. “Why are you being such a little shit?!”

It was the first time he’d ever seen you truly snap. And though your tone wasn’t mean - albeit a little measly compared to his blunt words - the daily act of keeping up with his insults, giving him his shit right back, and constantly tolerating him, finally seemed to break. When his scowl faltered, your small hands still wrapped gently around his own, he laughed softly. “Because I like you, idiot.”

Your lips twitched slightly at his confession. This couldn’t have been real, right? “Well...then…you’re not actually an ass.” You watched his gaze soften and you smiled softly, clearing your throat, “And you’re kind of nice to be around…” Your thumb gently ran over his knuckles, soft sigh escaping the plush of your lips. “I broke down your door because I was expecting to tell you that you deserve to know you’re not as bad as you make yourself out to be.”

The two of you sat in silence for several moments, one of Sanemi’s hands plopping on top of your head. “That’s what you’d tell me on my deathbed?”

You laughed at his sarcasm, the gentle patting of Sanemi’s hand on your head acting as a stark contrast to his words. You cupped his cheeks as his hand moved back to his lap, a smile decorating your features. “No, I’d tell you I trust you. That I know you’d be the first person there for me if I came running, catching me with open arms. For that, I’d tell you I’m forever grateful.”

Tears pricked at his stormy eyes as he gently removed your hands and got up, walking away. There was no way in hell he’d let you see him cry — you were already lucky enough to witness his bashful side, the light pink staining his cheeks whenever you were around. But tears? That’s an entirely new level of intimate! “Damn brat,” he croaked, “look what you did.”

Humming knowingly to yourself, you stood, a small smile splayed on your face. Sanemi didn’t know how to deal with feelings, you concluded that many months ago, that’s why anger was first for anything. When he was sad, he got defensive; when he happy, he got defensive; when he was scared or embarrassed, he got defensive. He loved you, but love terrified him. You couldn’t blame him, not after what happened in his past, but you sure as hell would continue to stand by him. Don’t run from me, you wanted to call, don’t run from something I feel so ardently too.

But as you went to say goodbye, ready to apologize for his door, Sanemi pivoted, briskly crossing back over to you. One of his muscular arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your body flush against his, his other hand cupping your face, tipping it towards his own. And then, as if his soul was set on fire, his lips crashed into yours, kissing you desperately. The way you melted into him lessened the roughness of his kiss, but the excitement kept it vigorous.

As you pulled away, the both of you absolutely breathless, you smiled up at Sanemi. “Dumbass,” you cursed, laughing. “Coulda’ just asked if I like you too!"

“Well,” he smirked coyly, “do—"

His words were lost in your lips as you pulled him in again, kissing him through a smile, small giggles building your throat. A bully, an asshole, an absolute dick of a person: they were ways Sanemi had all been described, but to you, you knew him as the crazy love of your life.

© 2022 littlecinnamonroll | do not copy, rewrite and repost, or translate my work - reblogs are greatly appreciated

#I'd love to bicker romantically with you Nemi #sigh #kinda living for sanemi rn… #sanemi x reader #kny sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi fluff #sanemi x you #sanemi kny #anime #demon slayer #drabbles #genya shinazugawa #hashira #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #wind pillar #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer hashira #anime imagines #sanemi x y/n #inosuke #zenitsu #tanjiro x y/n #demon slayer tanjiro #inosuke hashibira #kimetsu no yaiba rengoku #akaza #kimetsu rengoku #uzui tengen

[these-conquered-woodlands]

the wonderful women of hp as incorrect quotes

hermione: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something. ginny, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

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young minerva, pre-animagus: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

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Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut? lily: Preferably with scissors, but a sword would be awesome.

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bellatrix: When life gives you lemons, what do you do? narcissa: Make lemonade- bellatrix: No, throw them back up in the sky and make life deal with it’s own shit. narcissa:

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albus: Am I right, minerva? minerva: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I don't bother listening to you anymore.

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cho: War is ...heck.

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madam pomfrey: *pulls out a rifle* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

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bellatrix: If you don't stop this nonsense, I'm going to jump out of that window. andromeda: ...We're on the ground floor. bellatrix: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

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hermione: I’m not being weird. Am I being weird? luna: Yes, and that’s coming from me.

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tonks: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.

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madam pomfrey: Why Minerva, are you talking to yourself? minerva: Yes minerva: It’s the only way to have an intelligent conversation in this damn castle.

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andromeda: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) narcissa: What's that? andromeda: Remorse code. narcissa: I'm even angrier now.

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hermione: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit. hermione: Fruits that do live up to their names? hermione: Orange.

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cho: I hate when people ask me, 'What did you do today?' Buddy listen, I woke up at noon and then it was five p.m., okay? I don't KNOW!

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alice, skipping rocks on a lake with lily: It’s such a beautiful evening. lily: (under her breath) Take that you fucking lake.

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walburga, on sirius: My expectations were low but shiiiiiiiiiiiittttt.

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alice: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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ginny: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." How are elephants more advanced than us? hermione: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."

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minerva: Don’t weep for the stupid. You’ll be crying all day.

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luna: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake? cho: Aww- luna: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

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bellatrix: Maybe the real monster was the friends we both literally and figuratively murdered along the way.

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ginny: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store? luna: I thought the animals might be lonely.

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molly, waking up her kids, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

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minerva: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”

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lavender: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

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narcissa: I'm going to ask you to be respectful. andromeda: And I will respectfully decline.

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cho: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. cho: That's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

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lily, furious: What do you mean we have homework tonight? I have books to read.

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mad-eye: Can we talk about that letter you sent to the group? tonks: Why? It was important. mad-eye: All it says is, "I'm back on my bullshit". tonks, shrugging: The people need to know.

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andromeda: If I can't cause near ruin and disgrace for my family everyday just by existing, I think I'll collapse from the shame.

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luna: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck.

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lily: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test! alice: Ok, , I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918? lily: 1917. alice: ...You're ready.

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ginny, to draco: If you can ever manage to get over yourself, I would highly recommend being me.

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madam pomfrey: Why are we so awesome? minerva: That's the best goddamn question anyone's ever asked.

#there isn't much about some of them so i made everyone feral #lily potter #hermione granger #lily evans #luna lovegood #cho chang #lavender brown #minerva mcgonagall #alice longbottom #andromeda tonks #bellatrix black #narcissa black #walburga black