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dreamingundone · 10 months

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When The Morning Comes

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OFC (could be read as reader-insert, no use of Y/N) Summary: Jake doesn’t do serious. He was really upfront and honest about that. So why is he he one getting really tired of saying goodbye every morning? Rating: PG-13 for swears. Words: 3K+ Author’s Note: Here I am again writing fic in the year 2023 because I haven’t stopped thinking about Jake Seresin since last summer. This is slightly Band of Brothers adjacent because I’m incapable of putting away that particular hyper-fixation but you don’t need to know anything about it to understand this. Disclaimer: I don’t own the character Jake or Top Gun: Maverick. Please don’t re-post or translate my work without my permission. There's probably some inaccuracies here though I did my best to Google a few things, but even so, please be nice.

He watches her as she works out of the corner of his eye. He tells himself that he's not seeking her out every time he wanders the corridors at the hangar, but it just happens.

She's impossible to ignore.

There's a sinking feeling in his gut as she very much doesn't make eye contact with him, and in fact, she brushes by him as she leaves the room without so much as a glance.

"All set?" He asks Rooster gruffly, who arches an eyebrow.

"Didn't think you cared so much, Hangman." He gets up from the exam table, hands brushing over the thin line of stitches near his eyebrow.

Jake rolls his eyes.

"Oh!" Rooster says suddenly, eyes lighting up. "It's not me you're here for--"

"Shut up."

Bradshaw's not lying though, which makes Jake grit his teeth even harder.

"Secret's safe with me." He says with a wink, leaving Jake standing in Sick Bay by himself, questioning basically every life decision he's made to get to this point.

Six months earlier

"Listen up!" Maverick calls over the din, and when he can't get anyone's attention except for Dagger Squad, Admiral Bates does the job with a sharp whistle.

The hangar goes quiet, and they sit quietly as they listen to the mission briefing. Three months of training, and then they'll be shipped out to God knows where for God knows how long.

While he's pretty used to this particular way of life by now, he sees some of the other squads he doesn't know sharing nervous looks.

There's a group standing closer to the door that he's never had the pleasure to interact with - the medical staff from Sick Bay. The doctors look bored, but there's a new medic who's caught his eye from the minute he walked into the room.

She's taking notes or something, and Jake smirks as she looks up, meeting his eyes briefly. She rolls her eyes and looks back to her notebook, which only makes him smile wider.

He introduces himself the first time he gets a chance, later at the Hard Deck.

"I'm Jake," he says, holding out a hand.

"Good for you." She says, not looking up from her phone.

"Waiting on someone?"

"Someone else, definitely."

There's something about the way she says it - there's no heat in her words really, even though he knows she's trying to put him off. Look -- everyone thinks Jake is an asshole, and he knows he can be sometimes, but he doesn't want to stick around where he's clearly not wanted, even if all he wants to do is sit here with her and learn everything there is to know about her.

"Enjoy your drink," he says, and leaves her there looking a little surprised, if the crease between her brows is any indication.

It's a few days later when he has an excuse to see her again, though not under the circumstances he would have wished.

He's being semi-held up between Javy and Rooster, and he's scowling. "I'm fine," he grumbles.

"Sure, tell that to the control panel you smashed your head off of." Javy says, and Jake would roll his eyes, it's just that he can't really see straight, so he thinks he'd just pass out.

Okay, so he had to emergency land. At least he didn't have to eject.

"Put him here." He hears her voice, kind but authoritative. "Lieutenant Seresin, I thought I told you the other night I wasn't interested."

Javy snorts, and Rooster bites back a grin.

"Desperate times calls for desperate measures." Jake says, groaning as he lies back on the exam table.

Then she's there, looming over him, and the irony isn't lost on him that this is the first time she's looking him directly in the eye. Well, her and her flashlight, anyway.

"Pupils a bit larger than I'd like." She mutters. He finds himself really unable to do anything other than watch her as his vision wavers. "Concussion, obviously." She says. "Is the light bothering you?"

"A little." He answers.

She hums in sympathy. "You need stitches. Give me a minute." She says, and then her warmth is gone, and the bright light overhead is all he can see, making him close his eyes.

He sighs. This really isn't the impression he wanted to make.

Dimly, he registers Javy and Rooster leaving the room, saying they needed to go tell the rest of the Daggers how he was doing. He's sure Phoenix and Bob are pacing somewhere. Mav, too.

"Stupid." He mutters.

"What?" She asks, sounding offended.

"Nothing. Not you." He says, eyes opening as she leans over him again, hissing when she wipes an antiseptic over his forehead. "A little warning would have been nice."

"Don't be a baby." She chides, face full of determination. "Stay still."

He lets her work for a few minutes before he tries again. "I meant that I felt stupid for this."

She meets his eyes quickly. "Sounded like you did what you had to do so you didn't kill yourself."

"You were listening?" He asks, surprised. He feels dumber that he didn't realize that. Of course the medics were on standby.

"It's my job." She says. She pauses for a minute, glancing at her wrist. Her wristwatch is turned the wrong way round, so the face of it is on the inside. It's very military, and it makes him smile. It's how he can spot another Navy guy a mile away.

Hers is different than his, though, the face worn and scratched.

"Is that thing even ticking?" He asks as she gets back to work.

Her tongue is between her teeth as she completes the next few stiches, the sight making him a little distracted.

"It was my great-grandfather's."

He feels like he's bothering her, so he doesn't ask any more questions, but she surprises him by continuing.

"He's the reason I wanted to get into medicine. He was an Army medic."

"And that was his service watch?"

"Made it through the drop to Normandy and back."

Jake's eyebrows rise. "A paratrooper."

She nods. "He died before I was old enough to figure out what I wanted to do, but this watch has kept on ticking. Feels like I've got him over my shoulder advising me on what to do."

"That's really nice." Jake says honestly, and again he catches a surprised look on her face.

"I'm sorry," she says, maybe seeing the way his features droop. "You can sit up," she says off-hand before continuing. "I wasn't really fair to you. I've just-- to be honest, I've heard some things. Made me think..."

Jake nods. He knows what everyone says. And to be fair, he's never given anyone other than his friends any reason to doubt the rumors about him. What's the point? He'd rather let everyone on North Island think what they want than spending time fighting his reputation. It's not worth it, especially when he leaves often for months at a time.

"Anyway. That wasn't fair. I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, pasting on a smile he doesn't really feel. "No harm done. I don't really... I don't really do serious. So the rumors aren't far off." He doesn't know why he says it. It's the truth - he's scared of getting attached. He's no good at being someone's boyfriend and he knows it. But still -- it feels weird to say it out loud to her.

"Well. Okay then, Lieutenant. You're going to be grounded for awhile, unfortunately. Come back next week and we'll see how you're doing."

Over the next few weeks, they do more mission prep, which means the medical team and the Daggers are together more often than not. They'll all be together as a wing on the carrier, and it's important that everyone knows all the details of every minute of the mission.

They have enough downtime too, and that's where he really finds himself in deep trouble. All because of her.

Phoenix has taking a liking to her, and really, everyone else has too. It's hard not to like her.

He's watching her now, contemplative eyes as he tilts his beer bottle back to his lips, and his heart does a funny little flip at the sound of her laugh.

He's surprised when she makes her way over to him at the end of the night, elbowing him lightly.

"All alone, Hangman?"

He smiles wryly. "Only got room in my heart for one lucky lady, Doc."

The nickname was her great-grandfather's, and it's stuck to her too. The first time Mav called her that, she got a little misty-eyed, and Jake found it so endearing he could barely look at her.

She rolls her eyes. "You get back up in the air tomorrow."

He nods, having been cleared by the medical team earlier that day. He can't wait. He misses the adrenaline and the sound of the engines roaring underneath him.

"Thanks to you," he says, nudging her in return. She'd been like a drill sergeant the last few weeks, watching him like a hawk to make sure he stuck to paperwork and didn't overwork himself while he recovered from his concussion.

"Just doing my job." Her standard answer. He thinks it's interesting that someone so confident has a hard time accepting any praise.

"No, it's something else." He says, taking another pull from his bottle. "You were born to do this, I think. You've got a special touch."

She blinks rapidly, and for a horrifying moment, he thinks she might cry. She clears her throat. "How many of those have you had?" She gestures towards the bottle in his hand. "I said one beer, Seresin."

"Not even a full one." He assures her. "And I mean that, Doc."

The way she's looking at him sends his heart racing. Is she--? No, he's imagining it, that she looks like she's leaning in a little, her lips parted invitingly. That's impossible.

"Thank you, Jake." She says softly, and it's the first time she's ever called him by his first name. It takes everything inside of him to stop from leaning into her a little bit more, and in the end he doesn't fight it.

They sit there, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, in a comfortable silence for the rest of the night. And if her pinky brushes his just a little on the bartop, he doesn't draw attention to it. He just lets it happen, enjoying the warmth unfurling inside of him.

The briefing where they get their assignments for the mission is tense. This is a dangerous one. Top secret, and not even the medic team is allowed in the room with the Daggers while they get briefed.

There's some speculation that they won't even come along - that this mission is so secret, the fewer eyes on it, the better.

It makes something twist inside him, the thought that he might not see her until he comes home from deployment. He hasn't had that feeling in a really, really long time.

Afterwards, he's wandering the corridors aimlessly when he quite literally runs smack into her.

"Oh!" She says, surprised, and he grabs at her arms instinctively, holding her upright.

"Sorry, Doc."

"Are you okay?" She asks, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Fine. I--" He looks up, meeting her eyes. "Will you go to dinner with me?"

She swallows. "What?"

"Look, I'm not looking for anything serious. I'm starting to think you aren't either. But I also like you, and I'd like to take you to dinner. If you want." It all comes out in a rush.

"Okay." She says quietly.

"Okay?"

"Okay." She repeats.

They don't even make it through dinner.

He's so distracted by the sight of her in civilian clothes that he can barely form a coherent sentence all night.

It must show on his face, and he really feels like an asshole for it, but she also responds to it, so he doesn't stop himself from staring at her, not this time.

Somewhere in the middle of the dinner course, she puts down her fork. "Are you going to take me home now?"

He doesn't think he's ever scribbled his signature on a check so fast in his life.

After that it's all a blur of heated gazes, wandering hands, and finally, mouths meeting. It's all flushed skin and, for Jake, trembling hands. He tries not to examine that particular fact too much.

In the morning, she leaves before he wakes up. He feels a little weird about it, but it's also how it has to be. It's how he's always done things. And if that's good for her too, even better.

They go on like that for weeks. He tries not to think about how each morning it's harder and harder to watch her get dressed in the haze when she thinks he's still asleep.

He tries not to think about how she always looks back over her shoulder before she goes, something soft in her eyes.

He tries not to count down the days between now and his deployment date.

On a Friday morning, he's making no show of the fact that he's awake when she slides out from under the sheets and starts dressing.

"You could stay." He says, voice a little hoarse.

She pauses, but pulls her shirt over her head. "Don't do that." She says, voice quiet but firm.

"Just for breakfast."

"This is what you wanted, Jake. I'm just trying to make this easy for both of us."

His face twists. "And I can't change my mind?"

"Actually, no." She says, voice harsh. "Because you've said to me a hundred times that you weren't looking for anything serious. Staying longer, spending days together... that's serious. I'm just doing what you wanted."

Maybe I don't want that anymore. The thought rattles around in his brain, but he doesn't say it.

"It doesn't have to mean anything." He says without thinking, and the look she gives him is withering.

"You've been doing your best not to let any of this mean anything, Seresin."

"We're going by last names now?"

"For fuck's sake, Jake!" She hisses, tugging her pants on. "I should have trusted my instincts with you. I should have listened to my gut."

He sits up straighter now, hurt lacing his tone. "So you've just been miserable for the last few months, right? None of this has been pleasurable for you, and that's my fault."

"I didn't say that."

"You know what? Don't let me keep you. Must have been a moment of insanity." He says, voice hard. "You're right. Keep it simple, keep it meaningless. That's perfect."

She doesn't say anything else as she gathers the rest of her stuff and slams the door behind her.

He doesn't see her again until the final mission briefing before deployment.

They're being deployed to the same carrier. That wasn't supposed to happen. The whole reason he decided to take a chance, to finally act on these feelings that he's afraid to identify... it was spurred on by the idea that he may come back in a year to find her elsewhere.

Their eyes meet across the hangar. There's nothing friendly in them now.

He swallows hard. This is going to be a shit-show.

They're out in the middle of the goddamned ocean when he, yet again, has to race to Rooster's rescue. It's not nearly as terrifying as the last time it happened, but he's still furious at his friend for risking his life once again. Rooster skids into the carrier with his landing gear barely hanging on, and the rough landing has him doing his best impression of Jake himself all those months ago when he nearly smashed his face into the control panel.

He has to help Rooster get to the Sick Bay because he can't do it on his own, and no matter how much he wants to avoid seeing her, he needs to get help, and Doc is the best, there's no doubt about it.

They ignore each other, though he watches her. He can't help it. She handles Rooster like he's the most important person in the room, and it twists something inside Jake, though he knows that's what makes her invaluable.

She leaves before he can say anything to her.

"All set?" He asks Rooster gruffly, who arches an eyebrow.

"Didn't think you cared so much, Hangman." He gets up from the exam table, hands brushing over the thin line of stitches near his eyebrow.

Jake rolls his eyes.

"Oh!" Rooster says suddenly, eyes lighting up. "It's not me you're here for--"

"Shut up."

Bradshaw's not lying though, which makes Jake grit his teeth even harder.

"Secret's safe with me." He says with a wink, leaving Jake standing in Sick Bay by himself, questioning basically every life decision he's made to get to this point.

In the corridor outside Sick Bay, she's lingering. Pacing.

Jake stops. He's not sure how to get past her without speaking to her. And truthfully, he knows he owes her an apology. He owes her more than that, but he doesn't know how.

"He's going to be okay," She says. "Just so you know."

"I know. Had you fixing him up, after all."

"You sounded scared on the comms."

He shakes his head. "He's reckless."

"He's your friend. It's okay to worry." It's okay to feel things, she doesn't say, but he hears it like she shouted it.

He puts his hands on his hips. "I worry a lot, actually. I worry about a lot of things."

She's just watching him warily, and he goes on, actually unable to stop rambling.

"I worried from the second I met you that I was going to fall in love with you, and that's exactly what happened."

Her mouth falls open, and he plows on.

"I worried that if I let myself get too close, I'd never recover when inevitably you found someone better than me. I didn't think we were getting deployed together. I thought I'd never see you again, that I'd come home and you'd have found someone that deserves you. So I put a boundary there, and I never should have. Even when you respected it, I got angry with you. Because I did want more."

"Jake, what the fuck?" She breathes, and he laughs.

"I know. I'm an asshole, and I'm sorry. I just-- I couldn't stop myself. With every little thing I learned about you, I just fell a little harder. And that was never the deal. So even when you acted like... like you could've felt the same way, I didn't give you the chance." He smiles, but it's more like a wince. "Call it self preservation, I guess."

"You're so stupid, Lieutenant Seresin." Her voice is shaky. "As if I would have thought about anyone else for a year, even if we were separated."

His head snaps back up to meet her eyes. "Doc?"

"I've been falling for you this whole time too, you idiot. And the only reason I didn't want to stay that morning was because I'd worked so hard to stop myself wanting more than you were willing to give."

"I'm sorry."

"You keep saying that."

"I can keep saying it, if it helps."

She takes two quick strides in his direction while they're alone, and kisses him. Quick and hard, it sets his skin afire and his heart pounding.

"Back to work, Hangman." She says against his lips as she lowers herself down to her feet. "We'll talk about this later." Her thumb presses into the dimple on his cheek.

"If I have to, Doc." He says, and this time when he watches her walk away, he knows it's for the last time.

He's not going to let her out of his sight for a long time, if he can help it.

#hangman x oc #jake seresin x oc #top gun maverick fanfiction #HELP I'VE WRITTEN FIC AGAIN #you can thank my obsession with G.P. for this one

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adhdzagreus · 4 months

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curtain call

The Mechanisms are uncharacteristically quiet as they walk off the stage. Even Jonny doesn’t know what to say as the remaining eight space pirates file into the dressing room of the venue they booked for their last ever show on Earth.

The first one to break the silence is the Toy Soldier who sniffles, gasps tremulously, and then wails, “Is all that really going to happen? With the—the black holes and the bar fights and the octokittens and everything?”

Jonny stifles a groan. This is exactly why he’d locked it out in the first place. What’s going to happen is what’s going to happen, and they all might as well accept it.

To make matters worse, the Toy Soldier’s sniffling has set off some of the more sensitive Mechanisms. Ivy pats it on the shoulder with a forlorn look, eyes glassy with unshed tears, and Marius’ fragile expression suggests that if Ivy starts crying, he’ll follow suit.

Tim has his arm around Ashes’ waist, as if worried they might disappear, and though his metal eyes betray no sadness, the firm set of his mouth worries Jonny more than anything else.

“The odds of us changing the future now that it’s been written are over three hundred million to one,” Ivy says sadly. “It’s statistically impossible that we will live forever.”

“B-b-but we have so many more songs left to sing!” the Toy Soldier weeps. “Tales to tell! Wars to wage!”

“And we will,” Jonny says shortly. “None of us are instantly about to keel over, are we?”

“N-no?” the Toy Soldier says.

“Everyone seems in decent health to me,” Marius says quietly. He holds Ivy’s hand in both of his.

“So don’t worry about it,” Jonny says.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Marius says. “You’re not dying for another millennia. I could get eaten by octokittens tomorrow.”

Jonny’s stomach twists, and he wrenches his mouth open to retort, but someone interrupts him.

“No,” Raphaella says sharply. “You will not. We know for a fact that we each die alone. I’m not letting you out of my sight, and you’re certainly not going to check on the octokittens any time soon. I’m planning to have Ivy feed them when we arrive back at the ship.”

“It’s not the same now that I know they eat Marius,” Ivy sniffles.

Marius’s expression shatters. “Don’t hold it against them, Ivy! They’re just hungry! They can’t help it! Don’t be sad!” he pleads.

Jonny feels sick as Ivy starts to cry harder, expounding on the hunting habits of felines, which only makes Marius more upset. He throws himself into a chair and starts taking his makeup off with a wet wipe, trying and failing to ignore them as Raphaella attempts to comfort them both.

“You’re being awfully callous about all this,” Tim says, still with one arm around a stony-faced Ashes. Brian and the Toy Soldier have joined the fray, and Brian’s platitudes about everything coming to an end in time are almost as unhelpful as the Toy Soldier’s weeping and wailing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jonny snaps.

“Well, you could at least pretend to be sad like the rest of us,” Tim says. “I know you’re all excited to die, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us are.”

“God damn it, Tim,” Jonny snaps, throwing the wet wipe on the floor. “You think I’m not sad?”

“You’re not acting like it,” Tim replies. “Marius had a point. You’ve got a run-up and a death you’re looking forward to. Ashes here could go at any time.”

“Hey, babe, don’t bring me into this,” Ashes mumbles.

“Am I wrong?” Tim says.

“Yeah, you fucking are wrong!” Jonny shouts. “You think I want to die alone in some backwater asteroid bar centuries after the rest of you are gone? Yeah, I’m excited to die, but that doesn’t mean I want to watch the rest of you disappear first!”

The rest of the dressing room falls quiet, and Jonny realizes belatedly that he was shouting. Worse, he feels tears in his eyes, and he scrubs at them angrily, smearing the remains of his face paint.

“Oh,” Gunpowder Tim says. “I guess I didn’t think about that.”

“You choose how you go out,” Jonny says. “I have to wait until it finally decides to fucking stick. You know how many times I’ve been stabbed in the heart? I could go start a barfight on an asteroid tomorrow, but I guarantee it won’t stick.”

“All the same,” Tim says quietly. “I’d prefer you didn’t risk it.”

“And I’d prefer you wore your fucking seatbelt, but we don’t get to choose, now do we?” Jonny says.

Tim flinches, and Ashes frowns at Jonny who takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“I—I mean. I don’t want you to die either,” he says. “But we have to die s-sooner or later. And I don’t want to waste whatever time we have left crying about it.”

Despite this, tears are dripping from his eyes as he speaks, flowing faster than he can scrub them away. No one says another for a long moment, but he feels the eyes of several of his crewmates on him.

“C’mere, you mean ol’ bastard,” Ashes says. They spread the arm not curled around Tim’s waist and gesture for him to approach.

“What?” Jonny says, standing up and shuffling closer.

Ashes crushes him to their chest in a one-armed hug, and Jonny breaks and grabs both Ashes and Tim as best he can. Before he can recover, he feels someone else wrap their arms around him from behind, and before he can protest, he’s at the center of a tangled mass of weeping space pirates—colloquially known as a group hug.

It’s awkward with so much metal and wood and weapons, but Jonny can’t even pretend to be annoyed by it. He’s too focused on not breaking down into sobs. He’ll be damned if he lets his crew see him cry anymore than they already have.

“I love you all very much,” the Toy Soldier says happily. “Best space pirate crew ever.”

Jonny rolls his eyes and sobs silently. Hopefully, buried as he is in a mass of bodies, no one will notice.

“Well, now that that’s been dealt with,” DrumBot Brian says, “I would like to return to the Aurora. I am concerned our parking pass has expired.”

Jonny sighs. “Fine, but you stay away from the damn airlock.”

“Your concern is touching and noted,” says the DrumBot.

The Mechanisms disperse and hurriedly gather up their things. Jonny lovingly coils up his microphone and tucks it safely away, and the band of space pirates begin to make their way back to the Aurora and off to destinations unknown.

#death to the mechanisms #the mechanisms #polymechs #prison mechs #my fic #death cw

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stephenyoonkeeholdup · 5 days

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🔞 clip it & ship it MDNI

inspired by: x x x x

pairing: Keeho ➞ fem!bodied reader

content warnings: masturbation (featuring the use of a certain toy), [LOTS of] dirty talk (I’m gonna end up hitting a record in the number of ellipses (…) I use 👀) there will likely be hella grammatical inaccuracies, and I'm trying so hard not to give a fuck.

POV: Keeho sends a special video message… after you sent him a very special picture!

“I woke up hard as fuck… thinking about… fucking you…” Keeho groans, sqeezing his hardened shaft while his wrist glides up and down his length in between everything he says. Dark, hooded eyes take a quick glance up at his phone gripping his other hand, making sure the camera app is recording what he wants it to.

“Then…” Keeho licks his lips before continuing, “you send me that pretty pussy that I love and miss so much… fuck…” He rolls his eyes behind his eyelids, simultaneously rolling his hips upward meditating on the half-naked photo you spontaneously sent him just moments prior.

“I wanna kiss you… wanna taste you… I want my fingers inside so bad…” Both you and him know how much it drives you wild whenever his fingers are even on you, let alone inside you. And to be fair, it does something to him too, hearing those pleasurable sounds escape from between your lips. The mere thought of it – as well as the absence of it at this very moment – causes him to subconsciously recreate some of those same moans himself.

He curses into the air several times before his attention returns to the device that’s been capturing his every move. “You see how hard I am, baby..? F-fuck – you see what you fucking do to me?” Keeho’s pitch rises with just about every word uttered, and surprisingly for him, his dick gradually does the same damn thing, and with precum for added effect!

“This dick wants to fuck… into you so deep… and hard…” Keeho begins to thrust up into his hand, matching the pace with the breathy delivery of his words. “Damn it. Want you… Need that pussy around me, baby…”

“This is not gonna be enough, shit!” He spits out before sitting up in his bed. Opting to put the phone down, he quickly gets up to retrieve the only thing he consistently uses other than his hands whenever you're not around – his fleshlight.

“Fuck, there it is," Keeho proclaims before he's back on the bed, repositioning the angle of his recording. He spits on his hand, resuming its position on his dick to lubricate it. He blindly runs his middle finger along a vein that's made its focused appearance onto the video. His thumb then brushes against his balls, and the rapid set of whimpers that escape startle him. A few moments are spent with his entire hand groping his nutsack, causing him to begin grinding into the air.

Keeho managed to gain some clarity on his surroundings, grabbing the pocket pussy in a slightly hurried state. The air he was humping was quickly replaced with the toy sucking in his member with terrible ease. “This feels so fucking good… Not near as good as you, though… Definitely not as warm… or wet… Oh fuck…” He immediately pushes the toy up and down his now leaking cock harder and faster for more friction.

“I wish you were here, babygirl… grinding and bouncing that tight, juicy cunt on me, oh god… Fuck, I miss you so fucking much!” His hips thrust upward a bit aggressively as he grunted out the end of that confession, and he’s not sure how much more he can take of this before he releases.

He takes the quickest of pauses to raise his shirt up past his chest, the hem captured by his teeth before proceeding his fucking into the fleshlight. On camera, the sight of his glistening, golden skin and his nipples that appear to be almost as hard as his throbbing, slicked dick even turns Keeho on.

After several deep, muffled moans leave his mouth, he lets go of his shirt completely, his pecs keeping it up and out of the way. “Babygirl… I’m so close… Yeah… I’m gonna cum… Do you think you can cum with me, baby?”

Something about the fact that he can only imagine what this particularly pleasing sight of him this close to his climax could be doing to you and your wellbeing absolutely fucks him up. The way you could be dangerously within striking distance of that knot in your stomach bursting urges Keeho on immensely. Since he was your muse, he desperately wants to be yours in this moment.

“Please, cum… Yes, baby; cum for me while I nut in this… fucking… pussy… Oh my god, yeah babe… Yeah… fuck!!” Your name being ejaculated as he shot off into his fleshlight, soiling the toy like it was your hole personally.

Keeho let the moment linger for a while, eyes shut the entire time his orgasm washed over him. He was still breathing heavy when his eyes did open, the toy hole having long since neglecting him – unlike your penetrable wetness probably. He picks it up and gives it a look before angling it – and the mess he made on it – toward his phone.

"You see this shit, angel? You got me losing my fucking mind. This," he tilts the phone downward, showcasing the wet spots on his thighs and bed sheets, "is what you do to me."

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neochan · 1 year

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MISCHIEF (M)

PARING | loki!jeno x reader ft. thor!haechan

SYNOPSIS | the god of mischief wants you

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | kidnapping, implied sexual references, slight cnc / dubcon

A.N | okay i've been super into marvel lately, so here is a little drabble inspired by that. please pay attention to the pairings! btw this will be continued in full over on my marvel blog, though it will be with actual loki and thor

“i didn’t expect to be seeing you on your knees so soon darling.”

the god slouches leisurely against his high-back throne. dark green and golden metal that went beyond that of earth complemented his fair complexion, the jagged spikes at the top reminiscent of the hungry gleam in his eye. one of his legs is dragged towards his chest, a toned arm slung across the knee. it was uncommon to see a god in such a state. unbothered, unproper, inappropriate for someone of his status.

you suppose he could do what he wished. that much was evident in the situation at hand, literally. fingers uncomfortably dig into the skin of your upper arms, half pulling, half dragging, you along the cool marble floor until you were situated on your scraped knees before the god. the binding holding your wrists together behind your back pinches the skin, but you don’t cry out. in fact, you give them nothing.

his guards don’t let go until he flicks a hand in their direction, dismissing them from their duty. he looks unbothered when he does it, as if you hadn’t been the very thing he scoured the multiverse for. years on end, tracking, searching, yearning for you. the very thing needed to satiate that hunger in his eyes; the reprieve for an insatiable creature. it was only by your incompetence that he captured you. falling for his mind tricks – something so simple yet so incredibly careless. you’d beat yourself up every single second you spent in the tiny cell you were in – tucked away in the corner of his ship where no one could hear you yelling obscenities at yourself, the guards, the god.

without thinking, you spit in his direction. you hated him. despised him. the guards go to grab you again but jeno simply waves them off, “no need gentlemen. seem’s like our visitor here needs to learn manners. please occupy yourselves with something else so i can teach her.”

the two men bow low to the ground before retreating to tend to other matters on the ship. not like there was much to do, you were drifting through deep space. some place no one would find you. not even haechan.

“haechan will come looking for me.” you seethe, gritting your teeth when jeno hops up off the stool and tauntingly saunters towards you.

his footsteps echo through the room. the noise makes your stomach churn, and you fear him for a second. he was a god. someone so powerful he could rip your existence from time and space. he should be feared. you knew he could sense it too, a smug smirk lifting the corner of his upper lip.

“my brother isn’t even aware of your disappearance.” the annoyance on his tongue at their familial tie is evident.

that couldn’t be. he knew you were gone. he was probably assembling the avengers as you spoke, he was probably already on his way, maybe even close-

“oh my darling y/n, he’s not on his way. and he’s definitely not close.”

mind reading. you sneer, “fuck off.”

“what filthy words for a pretty girl like you. do i need to wash your mouth out with soap like a child?” his eyebrows raise, features mimicking faux concern.

spit works itself up in your mouth, but right before you’re about to project it in his direction, his hand reaches out and squeezes your jaw, “you are a child. didn’t your mommy and daddy teach you not to spit on people. gods, i expected more from you.” his calloused fingers squeeze harder, “swallow.”

you have no choice but to comply.

“now, why don’t i teach you how to properly use that mouth of yours, hm?”

the heat that was threatening to pool between your legs betrays your brain, which was screaming at you to say no. to break free of the binds and get the fuck out of there.

“darling, i can feel it. you want – need it as much as i do.” he lets go of your jaw and takes a step back, “it’s distracting…overwhelming.” his eyes close and he breathes deep, “your body… it’s tense. waiting for...”he smirks, and you feel the familiar probe of his mind searching your own, “my fingers?” his eyes snap open, “gods, you have a thing for my hands? oh darling it’s too late to deny it now.”

you hated how intrusive he was. how he could take any of the thoughts from your brain and devour them. a personal diary for the picking.

“stop reading my mind! i d-don’t have a thing for your hands. LET ME GO!” your scream rings out through the foyer. this was humiliating. defeating. you just wanted to go home.

“my sweet, i can make this your home. your empire.” he kneels down in front of you, a hand reaching out to caress the same jaw he had nearly crushed earlier, “i didn’t almost crush your jaw. i was stopping you from ruining my suit.”

doe eyes peak up at him with anger, “get your hands off of me.”

“would you rather them be here?” light as a feather, his fingers trail down the side of your throat, favoring the front of the tattered shirt you were in. they slip underneath the hem and slide over the expanse of your stomach.

the gasp that leaves your lips is a betrayal of your own mind.

“i know you want this darling. give in to me.” the god of mischief, chaos, and trickery stares at you through his heavy lashes. you knew he could manipulate someone’s mind, make them bend to his will with one look, but as you nod your head slowly, the words refusing to come out, you realize that there was no manipulation.

he was right all along.

#jeno smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct jeno smut #jeno x reader #marvel!nct #loki!jeno #marvel x nct #lee jeno smut #jeno drabble #nct dream drabble #nct scenarios #jeno blurb

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chubs-deuce · 3 months

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Not a huge hazbin shipper but did U see the sneak peak? Charlie and Alastor in her bedroom… him being so comfy on her bed. Context? We dont speak cuz I can’t hear her over my blush

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LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OH MY GOD=??????

I NEED TO. BE NORMA L ABOUT FTHIS.

I might get back to this ask again and add to it with a reblog later when I've calmed tf down, for now you get incoherent and poorly formatted rambling under the cut to underline how hard this threw my brain for a spin just now skdjksdhf

[distressed ape noises]

not even bc of the ship potential of it (tho it was fucking potent I'm ngl) it's more how much he's seemingly working towards proposing a binding deal at last??

my god he's so scary good at manipulation

I am in DISTRESS to try and figure out how that's going to end up going holy FUCK

he's doing it all- the targeted jabs, kicking up some dust to get her mind back to the problem at hand, the way he's consistently only invading her personal space when he has an agenda, how he's offering up a seemingly personal detail about himself to soothe over her accusation of him not caring by neither confirming nor denying yet giving her the illusion of knowing more about him than before-

Like. The smile thing is as much advice as it is a hint about himself, yet also expresses absolutely nothing about what actually *is* going on underneath, it's only a hint about where to look - largely useless when one is as good at hiding their true intentions as he is-

sidenote how dare his spooky bitch ass be so comfortable rolling around her bed??

the trap has been opened wide this whole time, the lure is set; he has vital info that she wants- no, NEEDS, and he's about to deploy it when he has the most amount of leverage with it-

he just has to wait for her to come crawling and for it to snap shut around her

fuckckckckck the way this has me on my toes

THE THING IS-

This could all be genuine - we wouldn't fucking know! His true intentions are a mystery to us as the audience as of now; neither explicitly good nor bad - will she decline? be desperate enough to take it? Is there going to be an offer at all or is he just going to give the info to her and play the long con game of nurturing trust before striking even harder later???

LET ME DISSECT YOU AND LOOK INTO YOUR BRAIN I NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT YOUR FUCKING DEAL IS I'LL BE GENTLE I PROMISE-

He has so many aces up his stupid red fucking sleeves rn I'M SCARED, I'm SCREAMING

#GHOHGGHGOOOHHGH #chubs answers #oh my goddddd #hazbin hotel spoilers #charlastor #radiobelle

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undeadcannibal · 9 months

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I would (and will) fight a small child if it means I can get Gaz fics!!!! Nsfw or sfw (nsfw preferably bc this man does NOT get enough attention)

If you have any ideas you've been wanting to write but don't have a character feel free idc JUST WANT GAZ

But if you need ideas, literally anything with voyeurism and/or exhibitionism. ←Literally my weakness. Sharing, sharing is always fun. Uhhhhm God I swear I come up with shit all the time. Oh! Maybe sharing with Price? I don't ship the two at all they both just happen to be my favorites. Or sharing with Soap! Maybe

I'm trying to help I swear I'm just so tired💀

I'll leave you alone now, thank you!! I love your writing and your page sm! Can't wait to see more from you!!!💕

-🌻🐾

Summary: One-shot with Gaz about him going wild eating out an AFAB Reader~

Genre: One-shot, ficlet, request(s)

Word count: 805 Characters featured: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Warnings: AFAB reader, no pronouns used (I hope, but I’ll change this if someone finds something that I missed!), explicit details about oral sex/cunnilingus, nsf/t!

A/N: Okay look, I know this isn’t what was asked for, but damn it, I know Gaz needs more material for him. And I’m more than happy to provide. Idk. I apologize, but I NEED this man’s mouth on me ASAP! Hopefully you enjoy regardless though ToT and thank you for enjoying my works! ( Gif credit: xxx )

He doesn't like to admit it aloud but he knows he turns feral when eating pussy. Or ass. Really, he's a huge oral fan in general.

There's times where he's content with just going down on you whilst you're preoccupied with another task. He loves the thought of you trying your best to focus while he's got his mouth on you.

So, when you confess you're in the mood to have him eat you out, he's all smiles because he knows it's going to be a good time for both of you.

Doesn't give a damn what you weigh, he'll ask if he can pick you up and sit you on his shoulders so he can eat your pussy while he's standing. When he has permission, it doesn't even matter if you have work that day, he'll convince you to call out. Says he has to "do it properly" or something of the like.

He'll allow the two of you to go about your day together as the two of you normally would. It's not till the two of you have some downtime around noon when he finally makes his move. He asks you to undress and you oblige, getting fully nude for him before he beckons you over.

The moment you're close enough to grab, his hands are on you. Pulling you closer so he could then slide his hands down to the back of your thighs, just below the curvature of your ass. With a cheeky grin on his face, Gaz was then making you squeal in surprise as he suddenly hoisted you up into his arms. Lifting you up until you had no choice but to sling your legs over his shoulders for just the slightest sense of stability. Even more so as he lead you towards the wall for your back to rest against.

"Doin' alright, love?"

You'd nod down at him in acknowledgement, reassuring him right as you saw his head disappear between your spread legs. Immediately feeling the sensation of his tongue swiping along the length of your opening, you released a keening moan. Your hips working back and forth against his face as you tried to chase that pleasurable sensation. Thankfully, Kyle didn't seem to mind one bit, grinning for a second before returning to the task at hand.

His hands splayed across the globes of your ass cheeks as he literally dug in, wiggling his face as he worked his mouth deeper into you. His wet and warm tongue wiggling forth till he was teasing your entrance for a few moments - causing you to huff and breathe harder than before - before pulling back. Placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your puffy cunt till he reached your clitoris.

Gazing up at you with warm brown eyes, he made sure you were looking at him the moment he sealed his lips around your swelling bug. Sucking the hypersensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth as spikes of pleasure rolled up from your groin to deep within your belly. Twisting that familiar knot within you tighter as your head fell back against the wall. Your eyes drifting shut and mouth falling open in a silent cry as Kyle worked you over with his far-too-talented mouth.

His name along with a few cries and pants fell out of your mouth over and over till your mouth felt dry. Beads of sweat matting your hair to your forehead and the rest rolling along to soak into the roots at your scalp.

The ecstasy he was causing you to feel had you literally hot and bothered as you squirmed and ground your pussy against his face. Your thighs threatened to clamp down on both sides of his head as he ate you out vigorously. Moaning and grunting against your flesh as his mouth drifted away, giving your clit a break so he could leisurely work his tongue in and out of your fluttering core. Pulling his dripping tongue away just to introduce his fingers to your opening.

You'd been far too gone to really feel his hand leaving your ass so he could push his index and middle finger into you.

Kyle's calloused fingertips wriggled forth till he was sinking into the second knuckle of both digits. Taking personal delight in the way you writhed and cried out for more from him. Watching you lose yourself in your own pleasure just before he moved his soaked mouth back down to your clit, laving his tongue back and forth quickly and repeatedly till you were gasping and crying out that you could barely take it anymore. Grunting and practically growling against you as he works you over till you’re squirting against his face.

He gladly goes down on you till he knows you’ll struggle walking correctly the next day with how spent your muscles are.

#call of duty x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #one shot #requests #anonymous #my writing

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coupleoffanfics · 10 months

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Hey, it’s almost 1am and I’m riding the angst train I wanted to ask ur opinion on something.

How would the fam react to Y/n getting grievously I hired or dying by the hands of a villain or by Jeremiah and getting caught in the crossfire???

❤️❤️❤️

I'm so glad that people like reading my stuff. It's more self-indulgent, but what fanfic isn't self-indulgent?

Anyway, I'm so excited by seeing this ask because it sounds fun to write about. Let's start with the "less" angsty one. y/n getting gravely injured (I'm assuming that's a typo) by a villain.

TW: Mention of suicidal ideation once and gore.

Getting Gravely Injured by a Villain

It'd depend on the Villain. The family is going to act accordingly in their personas. Their punches are probably hitting harder than usual.

Jason might shoot the villain in the head, but ultimately can't. He's in Gotham following the Bat's rules slightly. So he'll just shoot their knee.

y/n isn't Batgirl anymore. So that means the villain must know the publicity they'll get by attacking, kidnapping, or holding a minor celebrity would give them. The fact that it's Bruce Wayne's daughter who's painted out to be a saint by the media would spread like wildfire. They'd have to be doing it to get attention or money.

How severely y/n was harmed doesn't matter too much. Bruised, broken bones, stabbed, etc are going to make the family more protective. Trying to persuade y/n into coming back to the manor, so that they can keep her close and prevent this from happening again.

Now the Valeska twins will differ in how y/n gets hurt and their reaction.

Jerome is like a child on a sugar high when with y/n. Wouldn't deliberately harm her in any way. Kidnaps y/n and go on a joy ride around the city even though she has no choice and isn't finding any joy from this. She'll probably get a scrape on her legs or arms from falling because Jerome is running too fast while he is holding her arm. Maybe have a bruised arm or wrist because of how tightly he holds her.

He doesn't think too much about things and will get into dangerous situations. Pick a fight or mock the wrong person leading to a shootout. He's having too much fun to care about anyone until y/n is hit.

One of the family members finally caught up to Jerome and was ready to— oh, my God y/n is bleeding from her side! Oh, fuck! AHHH! Jerome knows he can leave y/n in the hands of whatever bat family member showed up. She'll be in good hands while he hunts down the one who shot her.

"I know you're one of the 'good guys', but take care of her. If I hear that you did something that upsets her I'll— actually, I'll keep that a surprise." He looks at y/n who is just bleeding on the floor and in pain with a big ol’ smile. "I'll make sure to give you the head of that fucker who got you. Until then see ya later, toots!"

After that y/n is forced to stay in the manor. They made a deal that it would just be a few weeks, but her stay is indefinite.

Bruce

Opens the door one day to find a large box. It wasn't a delivery because it has no shipping information on it. Just an envelope with y/n's name on top of it. Bruce opens the envelope first and reads the letter which has poor handwriting.

Hey, doll!

Hope you're resting up and not in too much pain. I didn't think picking on a mob boss would get so messy. They just couldn't take a joke. I'll pick a more private place for our next date cuz I know how shy you are. Hope seeing them brightens your day. Made sure to get rid of the eyes since I know how you don't like too many eyes on you. Didn't know who shot you, so I just killed everyone who was there.

Love Jerome.

Bruce doesn't need a minute to take things in. He already knows what's in the box and sends it to the authorities. Does not mention a word of this to y/n. She is already going through a lot and best to not tell her.

He does increase the security around the manor. He ends up putting a tracker on y/n because knowing where she is the only way to keep him from worrying.

This further solidifies that she needs to be in their protection to keep this mentally disturbed boy away. The whole thing is twisted but the line "a more private place" bothers him the most. He's not letting his daughter be alone with Jerome longer than she already has.

Dick

It's early in the morning and Dick wanted to check up on how y/n doing. As he walks up to the manor there's a large box sitting in front of the door. A letter sits on top of it with y/n's name on it. Rips up the envelope and begins reading the letter.

Once Dick was done reading, he looked down at the box. Noticing dried blood around the box. This makes him nauseous and immediately goes to Bruce to inform him. They sent it to authorities so they could identify the heads in the box.

He doesn’t tell y/n or the others about this. Everyone is already in a frenzy from the events prior, so it seemed best to keep this between him, Bruce, and Alfred.

"Made sure to get rid of their eyes," Dick isn't sure why that sticks with him. Maybe it's because he wonders if Jerome beheaded them or took out their eyes first. It doesn't matter though because he needs to keep his little sister safe.

Barbara

Doesn't even want to go near it, checks that there isn't a bomb in there waiting to explode. She takes one peek in the box and immediately looks away. Does not read the letter because what was in the box said what needed to be said. Informs the whole family and that sets the mood for the day.

She checks up on y/n after telling everyone. The poor girl is so overwhelmed by everything that she doesn't want to be around anyone. Spends most of the day with y/n, trying to cheer her up. Get sweets since that's y/n weakness and sugar releases dopamine. She has Alfred cook y/n's comfort food.

The day is meant to help release all of the stress. Barb wasn't sure if it was working until y/n said thank you before going to bed. Barb makes a promise to herself that she'll become better at shielding y/n from this type of depravity.

Jason

Can tell who this is from just by the envelope. y/n's name with little hearts around it. Shoves it into his pocket, he'll give it to y/n when he sees her. Opens the box to be hit with a familiar disgusting odor. Looking inside there are 3 heads. Recognizes one of them being a mod boss he has on his list for a while now.

Jason wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't this. He pulls out the envelope and tears it open to get some sort of context. Reading the letter left him unsettled and a little…satisfied? Grateful maybe? For taking care of those who harmed y/n even though it was entirely Jerome's fault that this happened in the first place.

Closes the box and informs the whole family of what he found. Everyone is put more on edge. y/n isn't allowed out of the manor for a few days. y/n is upset by the news and she’s more quiet the following days.

Jason almost wants to laugh at, "They just couldn't take a joke." Bets that these" jokes" were just thinly veiled threats and pointing a gun at them. He probably would have snickered if this didn't involve y/n.

Tim

All he wanted to do was check the mail. Now he's reading a sort of love letter written by a psycho and looking down at the heads that could not look back at him. Their empty eye sockets had- ugh, God there was so much blood.

Debates on whether he should tell y/n about this, but ends up telling her. There was no point in hiding it because she'll probably find out one way or another. Sees the guilt and horror flash across her face. Wants to comfort her as much as he can, but all she does is detract from him. Of course, when Barb opens her arms y/n jumps into them. What happened to them always being there for each?

Doesn't like, "our next date", one bit. He doesn't like the insinuation or the thought of it. He starts keeping his eyes peeled for Jerome and ears open if anyone has information on where he is or going. The sooner he's in Arkham the safer y/n is from him and going on that next date.

Damian

Not impressed. The delivery was lazy and the writing was so sloppy that he almost couldn't read it. The heads must have been cut with a butter knife with how unclean and jagged the cut is. Every unprofessional. Nonchalantly brings this up at the table during breakfast. Not even when everyone is finished, just right in the middle of it.

Never really had respect for a villain or any, but the whole "Didn't know who shot you, so I just killed everyone" was almost respectable. Damian having a speck of respect doesn't mean he likes Jerome. Still thinks he's stupid and annoying.

He'd give him a 3/10 for the delivery and would not order again.

Per-Spray Jeremiah isn't going to do anything, but Post-Spray Jeremiah is a different story. Will break one of y/n's arms or legs just so that she can't get away from him too easily. Though that's going to the extreme, he's more likely to guilt trip her. Getting into her head isn't hard and more effective.

"I thought you loved me. You were the one who always said you loved me. y/n, who has been here for you the most and always will? Not your best friend, Norah, she's leaving you behind and you know it. Not your family because they never cared about you in the first place. No one will love you like I do. You need me, y/n."

By the time the family saves y/n and brings her back to the cave for medical attention. She's consumed by guilt and almost believes she deserved any harm done to her. Will cry to Barb about this and only Barb.

Concerned by this revelation Barb will tell the whole family. Bruce is worried as it's clear that y/n's mental state is worsening. He knew that it would be after bad being kidnapped by Jeremiah, he just didn't think it would be this bad. Bruce and Tim have the same idea to get y/n another therapist if she's still not seeing one.

Jason and Damian are mad that y/n would think that she deserves any pain. Jason is kinda, sort of, not really more understanding about the whole thing than Damian. He gets how she could feel that she failed Jeremiah. If she has revealed that they had been dating and she can't or won’t give up on him, everyone is conflicted and concerned.

Dick has had the most romantic relationships and will try to convince y/n that Jeremiah is a lost cause now. Leading her to a spiral into a depressive episode. Oops!

If y/n is on the verge of death the family freaking the fuck out. Slowly recovers at the manor and convinces her that staying with them is the best thing for her. Depending on if her injury is life-threatening or not will determine how cooperative she is.

Getting Killed by a Villain

Doesn't matter who it is Jason is shooting them on the spot. Though with how emotional and choked up he's getting, he'll probably miss. Damian would react the same way if his whole body didn't stop upon seeing y/n's lifeless eyes. He doesn't want to step near her to see if it was true that he lost his sister.

Bruce, Dick, and Tim will force themselves to act professionally. They're still in their hero personas and killing was a strict no. If the whole family is there then whoever killed y/n is getting a beating of their life.

It could also depend on who's at the scene. Bruce and Dick hold on to the moral code that killing is wrong. This will prevent any further killings from happening.

Damian and Jason would probably end up killing the villain after seeing y/n's corpse. They know it's not going to bring back y/n, but what else can they do except making the villain to pay their debt?

Tim teeters between the lines. If Bruce or Dick is there then he's on their side of not killing. If it's just Damian and/or Jason then he won't stop them. He won't participate just stands back to let them do their thing.

Depending how and when she died will weigh heavily on their mind. Quick and painless before they got there? At least she didn't have to suffer too much, but still keeps them up at night.

Tortured for hours before succumbing to her injuries? They already feel guilty that they couldn't save her on time, but her last hours of living was being in pain will only intensify it. Out of the whole family, Jason would probably be the most distraught by this. He reopens old wounds and memories. y/n meeting a similar end is horrifying to him.

Get there on time, but it’s too late to save her from her injuries. Then slowly dies in their arms. If they're all there then y/n is dying in Bruce's arms.

"Please tell Jeremiah, I'm sorry and- and that I love him. Tell Norah that I hope s-she achieves her dreams of becoming a doctor. Are- are you still there? I can't see or feel you." She can slightly hear Bruce's deep voice while what seems to be the others are screaming. It's getting harder to hear and her body is starting to feel heavier.

This is the end and everyone knows it. Jason, Tim, and Dick don't want to accept it and are trying to patch her wound(s). Trying to get help there as soon as possible. Bruce and Damian are quiet trying to listen to her soft voice get quieter.

y/n starts slightly laughing, it's a nervous tick. "I always fantasize about having enough courage to end it all. Bu-but I- fuck. I'm such a fuck up." She starts crying and any words of comfort are either not heard or ignored. Starts coughing blood, but that doesn't deter Bruce in the slightest. Damian squeezes her hand though he doubts she can feel it.

"I don't even feel the pain anymore…At least I…At least I'm not dying alone." It isn't long before she stops breathing.

Alternatively, I thought of y/n saying, "I wished I was surrounded by loved ones." But she wouldn't stay that no matter how angry she is at the family. Might think it though.

In both cases of the Valeska twins, y/n would be caught in the crossfire. Jerome isn't going to kill y/n because she's his one and only. Jeremiah isn't going to kill y/n because why would he kill his wife? He's already planned out most of their whole lives and she already signed the mentally fabricated marriage certificate.

Jerome gets into a frenzy seeing y/n drop dead. No one is spared from his wrath. He can't bring himself to look at her body and will just leave. Inactive for a short time before getting back into the swing of things.

She is buried next to Jason. The family will catch Jerome hanging around her grave "talking to her" or something. Who knows what the hell he's doing. They'll have to chase him off or turn on the sprinklers if they want him to leave.

He didn't kill her himself, but he's still responsible for the events leading up to it. Meaning the family isn't going to pull back any punches.

Post-Spray Jeremiah has a similar reaction to y/n's death. Honestly, y/n could have died by just jumping in front of him to take a bullet. Doesn't matter how much y/n should hate him, she can't bring herself to. Ultimately it doesn't matter how she died, Jeremiah will blame Batman or the others for their inability to save y/n. Deflecting any responsibility.

This reinforces that he has to destroy Gotham and make it into his perfect image. y/n always talked about wanting to make the world a better place and that's exactly what he's doing.

If she dies in his arms he'll make a quick escape with her body. Having Echo hold back everyone to buy him time. Buries y/n in an undisclosed location and the tombstone will stay y/n Valeska instead of l/n or Wayne.

If he knew of the family's identity, he'd make subtle jabs at them. Mocking them for their mishandling of y/n. When or if he takes over Gotham he'll make sure that they all have front-row seats of the destruction before killing them off.

If he's feeling ruthless he might just have one of his followers get plastic surgery to look like y/n. Even change the pitch of their voice to get close enough to y/n's. Then send the follower after them and make various claims about how they lied about caring about her. How they let her die on purpose. That she'll never forgive them.

Traumatizing the whole family. Will make his follower's death gruesome just fuck with them and have them relive that day.

Bruce regrets not having kept y/n closer. He has a lot of 'should haves’ and 'if only’ in his head. He knows that's not going to do anything, but it'll take a while to accept her death. Always visits her grave every week.

Dick wishes that he'd been a better brother to y/n. He'll often wonder if she's looking down at them from above. Any mention of her will upset him for a while. Tim feels the same as Dick but often finds himself reminiscing about those happy moments. When they're smiling and laughing, once the memory is over he's left feeling melancholy.

Barbara is heartbroken by this. y/n always talked about how she wanted a normal domestic lifestyle. How much she loves Jeremiah and believes that he's the one. Now she's in the dirt and never experienced that simple quiet life she wanted. Carries a photo of y/n and her smiling on her all the time. Believes that y/n is in a better place where she can live out her dreams. One day Barb will see her again and give her a bone-crushing hug.

Jason and Damian think of throwing her body into Lazarus Pit if they have access to her body. Jason seriously thinks of it for only a minute before throwing it out. The pit messed him up and he can't handle bringing y/n back only for her mental turmoil to worsen. Damian doesn't think about that. He wants to apologize for all he's said and done. He wants his sister back, but the family is quick to turn down the idea. Explaining how it could only lead to more pain.

Damian would most likely listen to the family since they're technically right. Although there is a small chance that he wouldn't listen and do it anyway. Right out of the pit, y/n's thinking of her only love. Tries to run back to Jeremiah, but Damian is not having any of that.

When he returns to the manor with y/n tied up the whole family will have a verbal MMA fight. After that, they lock y/n in a nicely furnished room with hidden security cameras. y/n is like a zombie. Only has one thing, rather one person on her mind. She's a shell of who she once was.

At least they have a second chance, right?

y/n can not go ten minutes without talking or asking about Jeremiah. Will speak with herself if there isn't anyone else with her.

I think this turned out horrible, but hope you enjoyed this. Feel free to ask anything else as my inbox in always open. Also sorry for misspells or grammar mistakes, kinda rushed this.

#batfamily x batsis #batfamily x reader #yandere batfamily x reader #jason todd x reader #richard grayson x reader #dick grayson x batsis #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x batsis #barbara gordon x reader #jerome valeska x batsis reader #jeremiah valeska x batsis reader #gotham x reader #jeremiah valeska x reader #jerome valeska x reader

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thebibutterflyao3 · 5 months

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Day 12 - Prompt: Locket @jegulus-microfic December Daily Series - 585 words

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Regulus cringed when Pandora’s picture appeared on his phone screen. He had purposefully relied on texts to satisfy her curiosity thus far. If she asked the right questions, he would have to confess to his crush, but face to face, she would read him like a book. With a deep breath, he braced himself and accepted the call.

“Put it away, Evan,” Pandora said through clenched teeth. She was distracted.

Her brother retorted, “Where? I don’t have a frame yet.”

“I don’t care if you stick it in a locket or your pocket. I don’t want to see it.”

“Hey, that rhymed!”

“I swear to god, if-oh! Hi Reg.” Her voice changed so swiftly that Regulus was left stunned.

He shook himself clear, then offered a bewildered smile. “Hello to you too. What’s the problem?”

“My brother’s new boyfriend,” she said, blue eyes widening manically, “I’m sick of hearing about him.”

“He’s so fit, Reg. Look!” Evan insisted, shoving his hand in Pandora’s face.

The photo was a pixelated blur as Pandora swatted at his hand and shoved him away. For a few seconds, the screen went black. Pandora returned with a furious expression on her face. He forgot that the Rosiers were “sibling bonding” over winter hols too.

“I’m going to murder him, Reg. If you come home right now, you could save me from a homicide charge, but if you wait another week, I can’t guarantee anything.”

He chuckled as he settled against the pillows on his bed. “Don’t murder Evan, he’s fun at parties.”

“You don’t even go to parties! Why don’t I buy a train ticket and ship him to you?”

“No, thank you. He and Sirius are a little too similar.”

“True, but he would be out of my hair and your problem,” she said with a sigh, rubbing at her forehead. “I need a vacation from this vacation already.”

Regulus nodded. As pleased as he was to spend time with Sirius, he and James were driving him mad.

“So, how’s Sirius?”

“Fine. He’s still pushy, of course, but he’s making an effort.”

“Good. Speaking of Sirius…” Pandora leaned out of frame, then reappeared with her tablet. After a couple of taps at the screen, she held it up. “Who’s this bloke with you two?”

As soon as he saw the shot Effie had taken outside of the inn, he knew why she called. Regulus groaned, “How did you get that picture?”

“Your brother posted it yesterday.”

“Of course he did.”

“He’s fit. Is he taken, or can I have a crack at him?” she teased, clearly enjoying herself. “I assume he’s either straight or your brother already claimed him.”

“He’s Sirius’s best friend. All I know is I’ve heard him toss ‘bi’ around when they’re taunting each other.”

Pandora trilled excitedly. “Lucky you! Bi boys are fun.”

“Oh no, I’ve already alienated him.”

“Regulus…”

“I know, I know.”

She leaned closer with the phone in both hands as her voice went low and conspiratorial, “Listen. You be nice to bi-boy and get you a cheeky snog, or I’ll ship myself out there to sort you out.”

“I did try, but he’s…infuriating!”

“Try harder.”

“Panda, it’s a lost cause.”

“You’d better find it,” she said, then hung up.

Regulus threw his head back into the pillows. He could predict how badly this would go. Pandora wouldn’t let him get away with turning James into a puzzle to solve. She would definitely come out here and meddle. It was her specialty.

Next Part>>>

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sirius black #jegulus microfic #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood

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my-moonagedaydream · 4 months

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Excepts from the first three chapters of my jegulus coffee au fic that make me scream

Chapter 1 - Rise and Shine Love

“Meanwhile, as the clock neared 8:00 am James tried taking someone's order but stared at the person. They were gorgeous. Their eyes shone in the light from the windows, they held themselves with such grace it was captivating. You would think James was watching someone launch a rocket ship into space with the look on his face.” (James you’re very obvious)

“You’re fucking kidding, you’re James Potter?”

“Oh, so you know me?” James asks smiling even higher

“Of course I know you, my brother talks about you like you’re a god.” “

“James’ face tingled and he knew he may burn those who flew too close. But he was far too careless to even fathom Regulus being one of those people.

Although when Regulus sent that text he knew he may be flying too close, but not close enough. He had to try harder this time.”

Chapter 2 - Runners High (the song by MUNA)

“Oh, what would Regulus be wearing? Oh, screw it he would look good in anything what was he thinking?” (James babe…)

“oh but Sirius is going to look so good tonight. He sent me a photo of the outfit he’s wearing tonight and I nearly left work early. Sorry James…” (Remus honey we know you’re in love with him)

“Oh, Regulus looked good. So damn good. How was James going to get him? God James was screwed. He was reaching so far out of his comfort zone but god, he had to try didn’t he?”

“That stupid smile. God, how could he look so good? How is Sirius friends with all the hot people? First Remus and now James? He really needs to get out more and find his own hot people.” (Reg babe you have hot friends too)

“After all he had been heartbroken and what else does a heartbroken teenage boy do than write poetry and song lyrics?”

“I mean I wrote more than half of their songs, half of which are absolute hits. If you think I’m prideful, you’ve seen nothing.”

Chapter 3 - Sunlight (yes like the hozier song)

“That was until Regulus Black walked through those doors ready to wreck James from the inside out. His steps never faltered but boy did James’ heart. “

“His name rolled off James’ tongue as if he was toying with it.”

“Regulus finally looked at James and caught his eyes. They were glowing like sunlight. Like the light hit them perfectly and made them shine just enough so it never outshone the sun.”

“That nice ass smile James loved so much. “

“Did Regulus have a lover? Oh probably. He’s the prettiest person known to man, of course, someone already hit him up.”

“It was heavy in symbolism but James knew something was hiding even further than the between the lines. It was hiding in the depth of the lyrics where nobody except Regulus would understand. “

“James said his name like it was honey that just melted off his tongue.”

“Some people walk with a pep in their step but regulus? He walked with pure assertiveness. Despite the aura surrounding him, his eyes lit up the moment he looked at James. It was almost like he’d found sunlight after years in a dark cave. “

That’s it the fic is called The Secret to the Sun and the Stars (my username on ao3 is PH4N70M) have a great day :)

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #evan rosier #coffee shop au #marauders #harry potter

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Hellooooooooo!! Wassup? How have you been?

Could I request size kink, praise kink & after care for Shanks, Ace & Luffy?

Thanks! Take care and cya! <3

You know, I've been good. Had a rough day yesterday, slept in a little too late today, but I'mma try and get this ask done before my shift starts. (yay for WFH).

\o/ I love when people ask for Aftercare ♥ makes me all warm and fuzzy inside!

Without any pomp and circumstance for this, let's get into - I'mma go alphabetically (by first name), cause it places Luffy in a good spot to see the differences between him and his brother, and him and his mentor!

Portgas D. Ace:

Size Kink - Yes - Height-wise I think Ace is fairly neutral on the size thing. He's perfectly happy to be the little spoon, he's perfectly happy to the big spoon. I think he just likes to snuggle regardless. He enjoys wrapping his limbs around you and keeping you close, but he'd be equally as happy to be engulfed by someone (Okay, but now I want to write a Yamato x reader x Ace story, you have no idea.)

Praise Kink - Oh god you don't even know - For a guy who thinks the whole world hates him by virtue of his father, he wants you to know how perfectly he loves you. Ace is abysmal at dirty talk - especially when he gets focused on trying to talk dirty, but praise pours from his lips with a flow and grace you wouldn't know he had.

It all comes from his heart, and the only thing that can knock him out of his groove is if you start praising him. He won't stop, or run away from you, but you can see that freckled face turned bright red. He is likely to start railing you to keep you from talking though - or tickling you, or snuggling you harder, etc.

Aftercare - FUCK Yes - Ace's aftercare is a little lacking at first, but he's attentive to you, and listens well. I feel like Marco and Thatch both would've been making sure he knew that he needed to do it, and as time goes on he gets better and better. To Ace it's another way to show his love, and he gets to praise you more while you're talking through everything.

There's not a whole lot of people who can sit in the tub with you and keep the water warm quite the same way Ace can ^_^

Monkey D. Luffy:

Size Kink - I guess - Bigger, smaller, filled to the brim, or being stirred up inside, Luffy doesn't really have a preference. He'll do his best to fulfill your preferences, especially as your relationship grows, and if anyone can Adjust Their Size in a VARIETY of ways, it's Luffy-gods-damned-D-Monkey.

Interestingly, he prefers to be the big spoon, and given the nature of his body, he'll easily stretch and wrap around you to ensure he is.

Praise Kink - Oh god you don't even know - Oh god he didn't even know. Luffy's been praised before, but there's something different when you praise him. Especially when you're being intimate. It sends a shiver through him that he really likes, and so he'll praise you in return (getting better and better at it as time progresses), because if it makes him feel that good, it probably makes you feel that good too.

Careful with the praises though, if you praise him well while you're climaxing, you might end up climaxing a lot. If you have the stamina for it, then that's great, but Luffy's not known for his restraint.

Aftercare - Yes - Luffy is the middle of the slider for aftercare - he does it every time, and he does it well, but there's no much passion in it. He gets all the credit for seeing it through, and staying focused on it, he's not going to risk skipping it and having you end up in a bad way because of it. In a way, it's a testament to how much he does care about you, because he rarely does anything he doesn't want to, and it's pretty obvious aftercare isn't high on his list.

Still, he washes you, snuggles, massages and kisses you while talking about how things went every time. Then he probably does like a billion laps swinging around the ship because he's still a little ball of gremlin energy xD

Shanks:

Size Kink - Yes - Yes is pretty neutral for Shanks, since there's so little he's actively against. He's not against being the big or little spoon, though given his tendency to start things he's usually the one snuggling up to you in one way shape or form. He's definitely not shy about heights, either, but for some reason I feel like Shanks tends to stay within a certain range. I imagine it's almost subconscious though - if someone who was 12' + approached him, he'd be unlikely to say no, but he would be more likely to walk over to someone between like 5'-8' give or take a few inches.

Praise Kink - Oh god you don't even know - Beckmann does nothing but scold him, but he's good, isn't he baby? He's so good to you, doing all those little tender things you like, kissing you so sweetly even if are begging him to go faster that pleasure's still building, isn't it? Just be good, keep taking him so well, you're doing a great job, listen to those sounds, you're so close, aren't you?

Yeah, give or take, Shanks loves praise. He loves to praise you and watch you take pleasure in it just as much as if he were degrading you or teasing you. He loves it when you praise him, even if it's shattered by the pleasure he's giving you and nearly formless. It's okay, you're doing good, he knows exactly what you're trying to say. ♥

Aftercare - FUCK Yes - Shanks' Aftercare game is on point. He's had plenty of practice and a lot of it is almost second nature. He might not consciously fill the role of dom, but it doesn't stop him from taking care of his partner. I feel like he's almost always going to be the more experienced person in the relationship no matter what - he's just so much of a free spirit looking for a good time that I don't think anyone else could hope to keep up.

And he's not reckless or cruel, so he's good at the whole thing, from the chase, to the foreplay, to mutual pleasure, to the aftercare.

#kinky one piece head canon #monkey d. luffy #portgas d. ace #shanks #x reader #luffy x reader #ace x reader #shanks x reader

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sanjisboyfie · 4 months

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๑ keep safe : strawhat adventure team, go! (26)

one piece x male reader

not shy of a spark.

the knife twists at the thought

that i should fall short of the mark

『 prev 』

their fast transportation method brought them up on an altar stand, a sacrificial altar stand - to be clear. the altar was set up right in the middle of some foamy, white lake so there was no way of getting across besides swimming.

[name] curiously tried looking out into the sea, cursing under his breath at the strain of his eyes. it did make sense, though, what he was seeing. since clouds do have the tiniest percentage of water in them. he outstretched his hand over the railing he was leaning on and held his breath.

the rest of the crew looked at him as if he were crazy. and they all sweatdropped when, after a couple of seconds of having his hand hanging in the air, he just collapsed onto the deck, out of breath.

”what was that…” nami asked, an unimpressed look on her face.

”i was…” he huffed as a means of regaining his lost breath, “trying to move…the clouds,”

“oh, right, your stupid and weird powers,” nami said offhandedly, waving her hand at him dismissively. “well, that just makes you pathetic if you can’t even move something as light as clouds,”

“hey! i don’t wanna hear shit like that!!” [name] shouted back at her, jumping to his feet and beginning to ramble on about his abilities, “it takes a lot of effort, nami! the clouds barely have any water in them and when they’re such little portions of it, so spread far apart from each other — it makes it so much harder!”

“truly interesting powers,” robin said, looking at [name]’s sweating figure with a hint of amusement in her eyes. [name] ignored the fact robin was probably mocking him, smiling and thanking her.

”see nami, why can’t you appreciate it more like robin does?” [name] whined, poking the girl’s side. she slapped his hand away before he could jab his fingers into her ribs again. and when she turned around, it was the look of annoyance on her face that really made him grin in mischief.

“yada, yada, i don’t wanna hear your excuses,” the navigator said with a sigh, pinching the tip of his nose, “can you just help us figure out how to get off of this sacrifical altar?”

finding the pissed off look on her face amusing, [name] goaded her more by saying, “can you just apologize for being rude?” he shot back, wholeheartedly not expecting an answer from her anyway. and good thing he didn’t expect one because the requested apology never came.

“wait, what’s a sacrificial altar?” chopper innocently asked, standing on the railing and looking out at the body of clouds.

nami calmed down, releasing [name] from her pinch and answering his question, “it means being offered to God while you’re still alive.”

“oh, that’s a relief! i thought it meant boiling alive or something!” chopper said, with misplaced relief evident on his face. robin broke that calmness in chopper easily by saying that burning alive is actually what being a sacrifice would entail.

she shocked him so much that he had fallen off of the railing and was now bouncing down the altar’s stairs. his small body was moving farther and farther away. robin acted quick in sprouting a pair of hands to catch him at the end while zoro and [name] jumped off of the ship to physically retrieve him.

”why are you tagging along?! don’t think i can get chopper by myself?!” zoro challenged, annoyingly eyeing [name] as they ran down the stairs. [name] maintained eye contact with the swordsman, gritting his teeth in annoyance.

“it’s not that! what’s the harm in just being sure!?”

“being sure means you don’t trust my abilities!”

“could you quit talking out of your ass for one second?!”

chopper’s scream made them snap out of their argument. the both of them clicking their tongue in annoyance when they saw a sky shark was coming their way. zoro slammed the backs of his swords down onto the shark’s face while [name] went and caught chopper into his arms.

“zoro!!” the both of them shouted out in worry seeing the swordsman disappear under the cloudy surface. chopper held tight onto [name]’s shirt, panting in fatigue while his half opened eyes tried finding where zoro was.

“well, he’s definitely in there!” [name] said proudly after a couple seconds of silence.

“how does that contribute anything to what’s going on?!”

“i’m just saying — he didn’t fall through the sky like usopp did,” [name] shrugged.

“can you just go there and help him?!” nami said, clawing her hands into a ball around [name]’s shirt and shaking him back and forth.

“what? no way! he’d just get more mad at me, he was already fighting with me before he even jumped in. that prick…”

“well, it looks like he’s not coming back to surface,” robin said in a dark tone, causing chopper to shriek in fear of their crewmate’s life. as nami was about to physically throw [name] over the rail and into the sea, the sky shark made an appearance.

it broke through the waves with zoro resting in its open mouth, all three swords drawn and used to keep the mouth open so he wouldn’t get eaten. [name] moved nami’s head to the side, pointing at the figures, “see, he’s fine.”

“you call that fine?!”

“fine enough where i don’t have to intervene!” [name] shot back, grinning from ear to ear, “have some more faith in him, nami!”

“well, he should still be fine right now, though, because if he were eaten, then the clouds would turn red,” robin logically stated. nami’s attention diverted away from [name] and looked at her crewmate in frustration, “don’t say such scary things so calmly, robin!!”

“but robin’s right! look, he’s gonna be fine!” [name] said, putting his hands on top of nami’s (the ones that were clutching his shirt) and he easily pulled them off. he tapped the back of her hand lightly, offering her a kind smile, “and if he didn’t get eaten, and let’s say instead he drowned, but they didn't eat him — he would rise up to the surface floating around. so we’d be able to at least give him a proper burial with a body in the grave and everything!”

nami’s eye twitched as she smacked him on the head, “you two seriously need to quit doing that shit!!” she screamed out, her voice ringing in the expansive forest.

just as she screamed at [name], the sky shark flew out of the water this time being seemingly dead and zoro followed by jumping back onto the steps of the altar. [name] rested his elbow on top of nami’s head with a grin, “told you!!”

she smacked his arm off of her head, sighing in exhaustion. when zoro finally rejoined them at the top of the steps, they all began throwing comments at him.

“you’re a swordsman aren’t you? why’d you punch that shark?”

“zoro, you’re so cool!”

”i knew you could do it zoro, woohoo!!”

“what happened to your so called “swordsman’s pride”?”

zoro turned his head upwards to glare at nami, teeth sharp and eyes’ showing nothing but fury, “will you quit nagging about everything?!”

[name]’s hand outstretched and in a split second, the wet shirt that zoro took off shot into his hands. he wrung it out before spreading it across one of merry’s railings to dry. then he walked off to the boy’s room to retrieve zoro a new shirt.

“which one would look best on zoro?” he hummed in delight, looking at the small selection to choose from, “it’s like playing dress up with toys or something,” he said in a sing song voice. he went through the messily folded shirts, disapproving of each one that he came across.

he sighed, walking over to his own drawer and fiddling through what was his shirts that could possibly fit zoro. just as he was digging through his shirts, the sudden swinging open of the dormitory door made him jump in shock.

“the hell is taking so long,” zoro grumbled, walking over to where [name] was standing, “is getting a shirt that hard for you?”

[name] stuck out his tongue, pointing a finger at zoro’s drawer of shirts, “all of your shit is ugly, marimo, maybe consider getting some different styles at the next island,”

zoro’s forehead was littered with angry tick marks, “do you think i give a shit about something as stupid as that?!”

“looking good doesn’t hurt anyone!” [name] said, tugging out a shirt and holding it up to zoro, “look, don’t you think you’d like this one?”

the swordsman looked up at [name] in disinterest before slapping the shirt away, “that’s one of your shirt, it’s too big. plus, it looks like every other shirt i own, idiot!”

“ahh, so you like when your shirts are tight? trying to show off, zoro?” [name] teased, poking zoro’s bicep, “who are you trying to impress? could it perhaps be me?” he winked playfully at the man, who only scrunched up his face in disgust.

“shut the fuck up!” zoro shouted, his angry expression being hidden away by one of the shirts that [name] threw onto his face.

“how about that one?”

zoro took the cloth from his head and examined it. it was a sleeveless blue tank top. he looked up and saw [name] expectingly waiting for him to try it on. they were both staring at each other like that for a couple of seconds before zoro decided to just put the shirt on and call it a day.

when he pulled the collar down over his head, he heard [name] begin clapping in happiness, “you look good with it! see, it’s even a little bit snug on you!”

zoro looked down and saw the hem of the shirt was longer than he was used to, but at least it wasn’t crazily oversized like the previous shirt [name] showed him. it was annoying how tall [name] was in comparison to his own height.

craning his neck up very slightly to look at the man, he almost flinched away in surprise when he saw an innocent, starry eyed [name] looking right back at him.

so he just lightly punched [name]’s stomach and turned around, “wipe that look off of your face you look like an idiot,”

”so cold hearted, zoro!!” [name] whined, following zoro out of the dorm. he leaned down so his head didn’t smack into the archway of the door. when the two walked back onto deck, the other three were conversing with each other on their plan of action.

“ah, [name], do you want to stay with chopper on merry or come with us to explore the island?”

[name] looked at chopper and then rest of the group before deciding that he’d go exploring. the need for an adventure was eating him alive and he was finally beginning to feel excited.

seeing the reindeer slightly deflate at his answer, he gently rubbed the top of his hat comfortingly, “come on chopper, aren’t you man enough to fix up and protect merry on your own? i’d just slow you down,” he teased, enjoying the way chopper’s eyes filled with newfound determination.

“of course i can do it on my own!!”

“well, with that confidence, i know you’ll watch over her well, right?”

“merry will be in even better condition when you come back!!” chopper shouted, an imaginary burst of flames of passion and courage surrounding him.

“alright, and i’ll bring back a trinket for you to have as a reward!”

“trinket?!” chopper said, stars in his eyes.

“yep! it’ll be awesome!” [name] said in glee, giving the reindeer something to look forward to. he really wanted to venture out into the upper yard, but he still felt bad for leaving chopper all alone. he’d have to keep an eye out for something really cool for chopper to have, then. as a means of making up for leaving him by himself.

“i’m sure luffy and the others are on the way here to search for us, so let’s just make this the meeting point,” zoro said, looking down at chopper with a grin, “they have to see one of us here so they know that the rest of us are fine. that’s gonna be you chopper,”

“it’s me!!” chopper cried out, once again filled with determination to not let anyone down. “but what are you guys going to do in the forest?”

“adventure!” [name] proudly said.

“i don’t know, but don’t they say that this is god’s island? maybe i’ll go meet god,” zoro said offhandedly.

“i’m telling you, that’s a bad idea! what if you run into one of those freaks?!” nami said, referring back to the group she had warned them about on angel beach. the scary people that were there attacking an innocent person, if [name] was remembering correctly.

“dunno, depends on how they act,” the cocky swordsman replied.

“zoro…you seem even mightier than god!” chopper said in bewilderment.

“he has priets on this island too, you know! we can’t make god angry, it’s common sense!”

zoro smirked at the rest of them, an aura of confidence around him, “sorry, but i’ve never once prayed to god!”

…

“so cool!!!!”

[name] laughed at this statement whilst nami wilted away to sulk in the corner at their attitudes.

“don’t believe in him, either. so i got no obligation to him,”

[name] grinned, throwing a thumbs up into the air, “perfect! now there’s two of us against god, no way we would lose now!”

“god, please, i am not associated nor believe what these people are saying. i would never challenge you, please leave me out of it!” nami’s prayed to the sky, making [name]’s boisterous laughter only become louder.

“hm, mind if i join you — [name], mr. swordsman?”

”not at all!” [name] cheerily replied.

“huh?! no, but don’t be slowing me down!” zoro’s voice shouted, a harsh comparison to [name]’s kind tone.

“robin, you’re going too?!” nami asked in worry, feeling dreadful that it was just going to be her and chopper on board merry.

“look at this,” robin turned around and motioned to the ancient language embedded in the stone, “at least a thousand years have passed since this altar was built. where there is great history, there should be just as many old relics. i’d wager even a few jewel fragments would help out our ship,”

nami was sold on going from that sentence alone. her eyes turned into beri and she turned to lecture chopper on keeping merry safe. she hid her want to go along as a need for learning about history, but it was obvious it was only for beri.

“hm, we can’t swim across and using the water to transport us there is too dificult,” [name] hummed in thought, trying to put together a plan on how to reach land.

”there are some vines we can use up there to swing across,” zoro said plainly, pointing up at the vine resting around the big branch above the altar. it was hanging just above the crow’s nest, so it was possible to use as a transport.

they all climbed up, robin sending the vine down to them and zoro volunteered to go first. he cleared his throat, tugged on the vine a couple of times before setting himself in motion. an echoed “aah-aahahh” was heard throughout the forest, zoro being the source, and [name] hid his laughter behind his hands.

“robin, go on ahead, i’ll go last,” [name] assured her, wanting to make sure everyone else crossed over safely before he joined them. the archeologist had no issue with that, elegantly gliding over to the grassy land. nami caught the vine next and was shaking where she stood.

“afraid?” [name] asked her, peering down at her figure that looked like a baby deer using their legs for the first time, “you can do it, nami! i believe in you,”

“i don’t need you believing in me to know i can make it across,” she shot back, but her usual threatening tone was shrinked to nothing but a fearful shake in her voice.

“careful!! the water below has sky sea sharks festering everywhere! you’ll surely die if you fall into the water,” robin called out from across the water. this only made nami shake even more.

“it’s so high up…” nami said under her breath. she whimpered when she saw the sky seasharks ravenously eat into the carcass of their dead friends, legs beginning to shake even more.

her whole body almost fell off of the edge of the crow’s nest had it not been [name]’s hand easily wrapping around her waist. he had joined her in standing on the edge, rather than the floorboards, and was pressed close to her.

“hold onto me,” he advised her and she followed the command easily, gulping down in fear of the height they were at. “come on, nami! who’s the one that brought you up to dr. kureha at drum island?!”

“you were,” she shakily answered, arms hugging his waist tight, “i won’t forgive you if you mess this one up!!”

he scoffed, patting her back with his hand before returning it to rest on her waist. she hid her face into his chest when she felt him tug the vine one last time to be sure it was secure.

and then their bodies were swinging through the air. her head was pressed to his chest and her eyes were screwed shut, bracing for something terrible to happen. [name]’s voice echoed out a, “ahhh-ahhhah” of his own which was then followed by laughter. nami kept herself close to [name], who made sure his grip on her was tight throughout their short journey.

when they finally touched land, [name] gracefully pulled the both of them off the vine and steadied them on their landing. now both his hands were on her waist and he was looking down at her with a smile, “see? i got you,”

“yes, thank you,” nami said quickly, breathing shallow as she tried calming her racing heart and nerves. “thanks, again, [name],”

“no biggie, let’s just get to adventuring!” he grinned, offering his hand for her to hold. she took it silently, thankful that he was there to help her walk straight as her legs still felt like jelly after that scare. his tight grip around her hand was comforting, plus the way his thumb was running up and down the back of it was easing her worries.

the strawhats were lucky to have someone as comforting as [name], she thought before sweatdropping. well, as comforting as he wants to be at certain times.

“what you should have done was, “ahh-ahhahh”!” zoro scolded the woman, who was being led by [name] over the roots of the trees. she turned her head around at him in anger, barking back, “that’s definitely not what would have helped!!”

“now, now, nami, let’s just focus on finding that gold of yours,” [name] comforted her with his smooth voice. she huffed, squinting her eyes in a glare to zoro (who returned it with as much aggression) before turning around and letting [name] continue pulling her.

as his hand was still clasped tight around hers, he made sure to steady her whenever she struggled climbing over the humongous roots. he would look to robin, waiting for her to signal if she needed help as well, but she always just offered him a kind smile and shake of her head to show she was fine.

nami still clung to him, though, in fear of their surrounding environment. her arms were hugging his one, which made him laugh a bit at how close she was to him. when she felt his shoulders move due to his laughter, she glared and angrily asked him what was so funny.

“nothing, nothing,” he said, petting her head with his free hand — which she slapped away. but the grip on his arm still didn’t let up and she continued to press herself into his side even further when the slightest noise was made around them.

just as everyone climbed on top of another root, zoro sighed in annoyance, “where is this god guy anyway?”

“well, if he was really god, then he would have forseen our actions long ago,” robin said, voicing her thoughts as she looked around. [name]’s eyes were also observing around them, as if waiting for this god guy thing to pop out of the trees and greet them.

but nothing ever happened.

“oh, i bet if we curse him out he’ll come running to punish us,” [name] said with a grin, lifting his free hand to cup around his mouth to amplify his voice, “oiiii!! god!!! i bet you’re bald and wrinkly!! and you’re just a lil pissed person who takes their anger out on innocent people who’ve done nothing wrong!!”

nami paled at his declaration, shoving her fist into his cheek in a rough punch, “what the hell do you think you’re doing shouting that in god’s land?! what if he comes to punish you and instead ends up punishing me!?”

“c’mon, nami, it’s funny,” [name] whined, rubbing his cheek and pouting to give her the idea that her punch hurt him, “why would you hurt little ol’ me?”

“little ol’ you, huh? why don’t you come down to my height and i’ll really show you how much pain i could put you through, idiot!!” she shouted, so loud in fact a couple of birds in the trees flew out of from the branches.

“things’d go a lot faster if he just came to us,” zoro said, looking out into the land in thought.

“oh, could you two stop trying to get us into trouble?! oh, lord, please be nice and peaceful. and! let us find some good treasure!” she added in the last sentence as if it were a precaution, when in reality, she probably just really wanted the gold in the first place.

the group walked to the bank of the land, looking at the vast white ocean, “anyway, walking along the river isn’t gonna do us any good. we should cross over to the other side,” zoro proposed, making everyone agree with him. but the issue was: there was no way for them to safely get across.

nami was about to suggest using the vine method again, but as she was speaking, the ground she stepped on cracked and almost sent her flying into the sea. she has almost gotten eaten in one bite by a sky shark. if it weren’t for [name], who was closest to her and technically still attached to her via nami’s grip on his arm, stepping in and sending the skyshark flying with ease.

his hand was outstretched in front of them and he sent it flying with a quick punch, leaving it with an imprint of his fist as it fell back into the sea. he immediately steadied nami, looking her up and down, “are you alright? did you get hurt?”

she blinked several times before craning her neck up to look at him, “no, no…i’m fine, thank you, again,”

“don’t worry about it, as long as you’re alright,” he said quickly, brushing off her thanks easily.

nami then snapped out of her daze, poking her head past [name]’s torso to definitively say to zoro, “forget it, i’m not crossing this river! we’re just going to end up being food for all of those animals!”

“but there’s no guarantee that there is a way to cross if we keep walking alongside it,” zoro said, the two looking like bantering siblings with the way they were childishly glaring at each other.

“if you’re gonna go, then you can just go alone zoro. me and [name] are staying here!”

“i am?”

”hah?! if you were that scared, you should have just stayed with chopper on the merry! that idiot right there wants to go out and adventure anyway, why are you gonna make him stay put in one place?!”

“well, obviously, someone has to stay with me to make sure i don’t get hurt,”

“i don’t mind doing that, but i’d really like to go adventuring,” [name] said, trying to give himself a voice in their conversation, but the two were completely drowning him out.

“if that dumbass wants to adventure, like our idiot captain, do you really think he’s gonna stay put for long?!”

“doesn’t matter what i think because [name] is gonna stick with me because he actually cares about me!!”

“you mean, he babies you!”

“hey! i don’t baby anyone!/he doesn’t baby me!”

“well, why are you acting like such a baby! wah-wah-wah!!” zoro began mimicking a baby crying and nami began yelling her head off in frustration to the swordsman, [name] being in the middle of their screaming match.

robin was on the side, trying to announce to the group that she had discovered something amidst their fight, but was waiting for them to finish. [name] took note of this immediately and turned his torso to the side so that he was seperating them with his shoulders.

then he threw his arms around their necks and promptly covered their mouths with his hands. interestingly, his hand almost completely covered nami’s face so she began smacking it to allow herself air to breathe.

“what did you want to say, robin?”

“this ground…it’s dirt,”

nami was breathing heavily, slumped into [name]’s torso, but she managed to reply quickly with, “of course it is, it’s ground.”

“this is a sky island,” robin clarified, goading the rest of them to come to the same realization as her.

[name] released the hold he had on both zoro and nami, crouching down and playing with the dirt, “i didn’t even notice,” he hummed, watching the way it dusted over his fingers.

“oh, right, sky islands are made of clouds. if feels like such a long time since i’ve touched dirt like this,” nami added in, bringing some loose dirt into her hands as well.

“how did it get up here?” [name] asked no one in particular, a frown on his face, “what’s it doing all the way up in the sky if it’s supposed to be down on the ground?”

“well, it could just be a different type of sky island that we have yet to see anywhere else. but it’s good to keep any theories in mind since we are still in largely unknown territory,” robin concluded, standing upright and craning her neck back to get a better look at their enviornment.

“hm, it’s kinda like that shit forest we were on before we came to sky island,” [name] cheerfully claimed, not thinking much of it, “except there’s no shitty population of a bunch of animals,”

robin took his words into consideration, but didn’t comment on them. instead the rest of the group peacefully moved forward. nami took her place beside [name]’s torso, holding onto his arm in fear of something jumping out and attacking them out of nowhere.

so far, though, it was all just a bunch of walking and nothing exciting happening around them. whenever they had to climb over obscenely huge tree roots, [name] would hoist nami up first by her waist and then climb up to join her.

when he joined her one of the many roots, she looked at him with confusion painted all over her face, “did you see something mvoe just now? zoro, [name]?”

“huh, i didn’t get to see anything,” [name] said to her with a blank look on his face.

“i didn’t see anything,” zoro answered as well.

this made the navigator look to robin, who only offered a kind smile and a shake of her head, “i didn’t see anything,”

[name] looked off into the distance that nami was gazing at earlier, squinting his eyes and realizing that there was someone there. they were very small, it looked like, so it was probably a child. he caught the eye of robin, who winked at him playfully and he shut his mouth to keep quiet.

well, a child couldn’t really do him and his three friends harm anyway, he concluded. it was concerning that they were out here in the forest all alone, though. [name] worried for their safety.

with the rest of the group disregarding whatever nami had seen, they all moved ahead without any worries. it was pretty uneventful, to be honest, but [name] was just happy to be exploring unknown land. unfortunately, for nami, that usually included him dragging her off the path and looking at something “interesting.”

nami would just have to slap his back a couple of times to get them back on track, but it wasn’t too much of a hassle…yet.

when robin was observing the ground they were walking on, [name] was curiously poking a plant with an end of a stick he found. it looked like it was a reactive plant, with the way it was opening and closing whenever he poked “inside” of it. nami, who was latched onto his arm, was unimpressed with watching him torment the plantlife, murmuring about how he was idiotic.

“oh, c’mon, nami, look! it’s so cool!”

just as she was about to snap back at him for being so carefree in a dangerous environment, there was a shrill screech that could be heard from all around them. their perception of where it came from was a bit askewed because of how far into the forest they were.

but it sounded like a whistle.

“wait, do you think that could’ve been chopper?” [name] asked in worry, standing upright in a second and looking over the edge of the land they were walking on.

“i couldn’t tell, we are too far away to tell if it really was the whistle or not,” robin said.

“but if it was him, don’t you think he would be in trouble now?” [name] asked, his eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

just as he finished saying that, some creature from the white sea river above them, jumped out and tried attacking nami. zoro and robin acted quickly, disposing of the threat immediately. on the other hand, [name] was still stressing about chopper and the merry’s safety.

“i hope he’s alright,” [name] said under his breath, “should i go back there?”

“no, just forget it,” zoro said evenly, “let chopper be a man and handle whatever comes his way. weren’t you the one who said you’d give him a prize when we go back? if you leave now, you’d show up to him empty handed.”

[name] smacked his fist against his open palm, a look of determination crossing his features, “that’s right! chopper has got everything under control. i’ll get him this cool plant as a reward!”

without a second thought, he uprooted the plant from the soil and held it up to his face. but his expression turned dejected when he realized that because he ripped the roots out from the ground, the plant was slowly dying away.

“oh, shit. i didn’t realize…”

“idiot,” zoro and nami said under their breaths at his antics with robin merely chuckling in amusement.

“well, that’s all the more reason to find an even cooler gift! strawhat adventure team, go!!!”

with [name]’s cheer of continuing their journey onwards, the group all followed after his and nami’s lead.

a bunch of zoro and nami moments yippeee

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