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nanawritesit · 5 months

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Your Highness - Sanji x Reader: Part Three (Final Part)

PART ONE PART TWO

plot: you’re a runaway princess bride who finds her way into the straw hat crew. you expected one hell of an adventure, but you never expected to fall for the head chef. things get even more complicated when your father, the king, and your ex-fiancé send their troops after the going merry. now you must choose between surrendering to save your crew and being with the only man you’ve ever truly loved. but of course, the straw hat crew isn’t going to let you go without a fight. especially sanji.

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A singular tear rolled down your cheek and splashed onto the skirt of your new wedding gown. Although it was an exact replica of the one you wore a few months ago, it felt much more constricting this time. The corset was cinched so tight that you could hardly breath unless you stood up perfectly straight. Part of you hoped that if you slouched, one of the wires might pierce through the fabric and stab you in the stomach, causing you to bleed to death. It seemed an easier fate than the one that awaited you.

Your ladies’ maids were all scurrying about, putting the final touches on your wedding look. You tried to keep a brave face for them, but your mask was beginning to crack. You couldn’t stop thinking about how Sanji had fallen to his knees when you left him, and that helpless look on Luffy’s face. Leaving them was the hardest thing you ever had to do, but at least it was better than watching them get killed.

How wonderful it would have been to spend the rest of your life on the straw hat crew, fighting alongside your dearest friends. You could’ve spent an eternity playing their princess. But all the wishing and hoping and loving you did couldn’t keep you from being yanked back into the role you were born into. And worst of all, it cost you the only man you’d ever truly loved.

Now you were about to walk down the aisle, and it absolutely killed you that Sanji wouldn’t be waiting for you at the altar.

“Your highness?” one of your maids interrupted your thoughts. “May I place your tiara on your head?”

You flinched at the use of your title. It would never feel the same being called “your highness” ever again.

“Yes, go right ahead.” you mumbled, shifting to cross your legs. Except you couldn’t, because they were chained to the chair beneath you.

You groaned, stomping your heel on the ground. “Father is relentless, isn’t he?”

Once your maids were done getting you ready, they all exited the room and sent in your father, just as they were instructed to do. You weren’t to be left alone for even a second, even though you were literally chained to your chair.

“Ah, there’s my princess.” your father beamed as he entered the room. “You make a beautiful bride.”

You gave him a strained fake smile. “Wonderful. My only job in life is complete.”

“Don’t be silly, dear. You’ll also have to give birth to at least ten children.” he chuckled cruelly, leaning down to unlock the chains around your ankles.

You bit your tongue angrily. You wanted to kick the heel of your shoe straight through his eye. But you’d probably be thrown in the dungeon if you did, and no one would be on your side during your trial. You hated having the king as your father.

He helped you up out of your chair, then grabbed your shoulders and looked at you intensely. “I hope you understand who you belong to now. If you try to run away again…”

“You don’t have to worry about that, father.” you explained apathetically. “I have nothing else to live for now.”

“Good.” he grinned, linking his arm with yours. “Let’s go give you away.”

Your father led you down the long hallway to the doors of the chapel. As they opened for you, you could feel your soul splitting in half inside of you. Your guests all looked so happy, while you were fighting back sobs and focusing solely on placing one foot in front of the other.

As you reached the end of the aisle and your father lifted your veil off your face, you felt as if you might collapse onto the floor. But you just held your head up high, no sign of sorrow on your features. You weren’t going to let anyone see you be weak.

The priest began the service. You glanced over at your fiancé, who in contrast looked absolutely thrilled to be there next to you. You could tell he couldn’t wait to push you around and force you to be a perfect wife for him.

The priest was instructed to make the service as short as possible, in order to minimize the amount of time you could possibly run away. “Do you, Princess Y/N, take the Prince to be your lawfully wedded husband, as long as you both shall live?”

You froze. Your brain was telling you to say “I do,” but your heart was fighting against it. It felt like the air was sucked straight out of your lungs, preventing you from speaking.

“Say it.” your fiancé hissed through gritted teeth.

You gulped. “I…”

“Stop!” a voice called out, echoing against the chapel walls. Everyone immediately gasped and whipped their heads around, including you. Your heart stopped as you saw who the voice had come from. It was Sanji, power-walking up the aisle with the rest of the straw hat crew trailing in behind him.

“Sanji!” you cheered, dropping your bouquet and running to embrace him. You practically leaped into his arms, to which he caught you and twirled you around, a wide smile on his face. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t think I was going to lose my princess without a fight, did you?” he smirked, taking your veil off and throwing it across the room.

“Guards! Seize them!” your father ordered, standing up in his pew. In an instant, the guards were encroaching upon your crew. They all readied their weapons, attacking them upon confrontation.

“Y/N!” Zoro called out. You looked over to him, and he tossed you one of his swords. “Take this, and escape through the back. The ship is waiting in the port. We’ll be there as soon as we take care of these guys.”

You nodded, turning around to exit the chapel through the acolyte’s wing. As you exited the chapel, it was a straight shot through one long hallway out of the castle. You began sprinting down the hallway as fast as you could, picturing your freedom at the end of it.

Halfway down however, a presence emerged from the door behind you. You stopped in your tracks as you glanced behind you, gasping as you saw your father.

“I must say, your friends are better fighters than I thought.” he sneered, walking towards you with cold, calculated steps.

“Just let me go father.” you demanded, backing away from him. “I’m never going to be the person you want me to be.”

“Let you go?” he scoffed. “You belong to me. You’re either going to do as I say, or kneel in pieces.” He suddenly flipped open his cloak and revealed a sword on his hip, unsheathing it from its holder and brandishing it at you.

Without thinking, you held your sword out straight in front of you and assumed a fighting stance. In an instant, you and your father were swept up in a duel, clunking your swords against one another’s’ and spinning around the room.

“I must say, you’re a phenomenal swordsman.” your father grunted. “It is in your genetics after all.”

You scoffed. “It has nothing to do with you. I learned from Zoro.”

He furrowed his brow. “Who’s Zoro?”

“The world’s greatest swordsman.” you practically spat. In the midst of your father’s confusion, you spun around, kicking against the wall to jump up on a nearby table, landing with perfect balance. Using your high ground to your advantage, you kicked your father in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground flat on his back and drop his sword. You held the blade of your sword against his throat threateningly.

“Please, don’t… you win.” the King pleaded, holding up his hands in surrender.

“How do I know you won’t come after me again?” you demanded, pressing the blade even further to his flesh.

“You have my honor as a king.” he whimpered, trembling slightly.

“Give me your ring.” you ordered. “So that wherever I go, no one will ever bring me back here.”

He slid his ring off his finger and handed it to you. You placed it on your own finger and backed away from him slowly.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he sat up. “I suppose you’re not a princess after all.”

“I am a princess, father.” you told him with a satisfied smile. “I’m just not yours.”

And with that, you took off through the back doors of the palace, seeing the crew leaving through the front at the same time.

“Guys! Wait up!” you called out, running up to them.

They all turned around in surprise.

“Y/N? We thought you’d be back at the ship by now.” Nami questioned, an amused smile on her face.

“I had to tie up some loose ends.” you smirked, holding your hand up to showcase your fathers’ ring. Everyone’s’ eyes widened at the sight of it.

“Is that…” Sanji began, holding your hand to inspect it.

“My father’s ring.” you finished with a proud grin. “I fought him for it, and I won.”

“Yes! I knew you could do it!” Zoro beamed, patting you on the shoulder supportively. You swore it was the happiest you’d ever seen him.

You nodded excitedly. “This whole time I was worried I wasn’t going to be any good in a fight. But after taking on a king, I’m pretty confident in my skills.

“Well, now that there’s nothing standing in your way, are you reading to be our princess again?” Luffy asked with a hopeful smile.

“Of course I am, captain!” you squealed, causing everyone to enclose you in a huge group hug.

“Three cheers for the princess of the Going Merry!” Ussop cheered.

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Once the ship was back on the sea, you had gone into Sanji’s room with him for a moment alone.

“I can’t even begin to describe how thrilled I am to have you back.” he sighed, enveloping you in a tight embrace as soon as the door shut behind you.

“You don’t know how good it feels to be back.” you replied, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I was so relieved when you burst through those doors.”

Sanji smiled, leaning back to look you in the eye. “Well, it only took us about fifteen minutes to decide that we were going after you. Speaking of which, did we prove to you that we can handle ourselves in a fight?”

“Yes, you did indeed.” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I hope I did the same?”

He nodded admiringly. “You didn’t even really need us to save you. You won your own freedom.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” you told him. His face broke out in a huge grin as he leaned down to kiss you. You met him halfway, and as soon as your lips connected, it felt like all was right in your world again.

“Please don’t ever leave me again.” Sanji requested in a voice barely above a whisper, his forehead still pressed against yours. He was squinting his eyes, brows furrowed in desperation.

“I promise I won’t. And this time, I mean it.” you replied. He then kissed you again, deeper this time, his hands moving up from your waist to cup your face. You brought one hand up into his golden locks for stability, then brushed your tongue against his lips. He allowed it to pass by slipping his own tongue along your lips, the two of you now fully immersed in each other.

“I love you, Y/N.” he told you breathlessly between kisses. “Every single part of you.”

“I love you too Sanji.” you told him, practically gasping for air. “More than anything else in this world.”

He began kissing down your neck. “You look beautiful in a wedding dress, you know that?”

You giggled, tightening your grip on his hair as he nipped lightly at your skin. “You always think I look beautiful.”

“Because it’s always true.” he winked, going back up to kiss your lips. He deepened it slightly, then bit your lip at the end, releasing it from between his teeth before looking you in the eye once more. “Still, it’d be a shame to waste such a beautiful dress.”

You chuckled. “What are you saying, Sanji?”

He smirked, then grabbed your hands tenderly in his. He started lowering himself to the ground, kneeling before you on one knee. Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening.

“Y/N… From the day I first met you, I have been absolutely enamored with you.” he began, happy tears pooling in his pale blue eyes. “You continue to surprise me every single day with your strength, kindness, and never ending talents. You’re the bravest woman I’ve ever met, and I would be honored if…” He then pulled a box out of his pocket, opening it to reveal a ring. “If we could spend the rest of our lives together?”

You stared at him blankly for a moment, before nodding profusely. For a moment you couldn’t find any words. He just looked at you expectantly, a playful grin on his face. He gestured his hand impatiently, causing you to giggle.

“Yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you Sanji!” you finally blurted out, tackling him onto the ground.

He laughed as you did so, wrapping his arms around you tightly and kissing the top of your head. “Give me your hand, love.”

You did as he asked, and he slipped the ring onto your finger. You admired it, wincing at how beautiful it was.

“How did you even afford a ring?” you asked him, propping an elbow up to lean your head against.

“I got help from a friend.” he grinned, reaching into his pocket once again. He pulled out a letter and handed it to you. You furrowed your brow in confusion, opening it up to read it.

“To my little poetry princess,

I would like to begin by stating just how unbelievably proud of you I am. I always knew you would do great things, ever since you were a child. You had a spark in you that I knew would get you through any challenges you could ever face, and that one day you would have the great life of adventure you so desired.

While I will be sad to see you go, it brings me great comfort to know that you’ll be in the hands of someone like Sanji. I’ve only met him once, and that was to set up your rescue. But the way he spoke of you! I have never in all my years heard a man talk so fondly of a lady. He obviously cares for you tremendously. I know he’ll make a wonderful husband. This ring has been in my family for generations, and I would like you to have it, as you’re the closest thing I’ve ever had to a daughter.”

You should be incredibly proud of yourself, my dear. Not many princesses have the courage to stand up for themselves. To chase after what they truly want in this world. To say they’re not happy with the part they’ve been assigned. You are truly special, princess, and it’s been my great honor raising you these past twenty years. Should you ever find yourself in Dacovia again, I should like to receive a visit from you and your husband. Oh, and do write often!

Love,

Your Governess”

You sniffled and wiped away the stray tear that hung at the corner of your eye. “So she was the one who got you guys into the castle?”

Sanji nodded with a smirk. “I told you, your loved ones will always want the best for you.”

You jumped on him once again, catching him off guard but making him chuckle nonetheless. You began attacking his face in kisses, not being able to hold back your affection.

As you ran out of energy, you sighed and laid back down on the floor next to him, holding his hand gingerly. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

He smiled that perfect smile of his, kissing the back of your hand. “I’m going to make you so happy, your highness.”

“I already am.” you told him. “As long as you’re here next to me.”

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shewrites02 · 3 months

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The Green Dress | Zoro x Reader |

The Stoic Swordsman & His favorite crew mate

Zoro x Crewmate!Reader

Tags: Zoro x Reader, Fluff , Fluff , Fluff

A/N: This is my very first One Piece fic so who else , but the swordsman would be worthy? I have inclinations to write a smutty part 2 (although I've never written smut anywhere on my blog, there are first for everything ! ) if that is something yall would enjoy pleaseee let me know.

Request : Open

Word Count : 2.5k

Leave a comment if you enjoy ! :)

You had not thought you were asking for too much coming into town looking for a nice dress to wear for your one year anniversary with Zoro . No , the two of you weren't wedded yet , but that surely didn't stop you from wanting to celebrate as if it were so.

You had finally found the perfect dress ! It was Zoro's favorite shade of green and despite him only giving you a once over when you came out the dressing room to show him , you knew he would be dying to rip it off you well before the night ended. The subtle smirk he was fighting so hard for you not to see caught your glance when passing the mirror to head back to your dressing room .

Everything was going to be perfect. At least you were optimistic until you reached the cashier. The dress ringing up 3x what was advertised making it officially out of your budget.

"But it was in the wrong section, can't you make an exception just this once ?" You plead . The cashier remained unmoved .

You debated stealing the dress . You already had a million dollar bounty , what was another theft charge on top of that ? But the thought was quickly dismissed when you remembered how much Nami stressed being discreet . A mission Luffy and Zoro would no doubt fail at eventually although , you didn't have to aid in their fall .

"Fine." You mumbled. You mangled the dress between your two fist until it was wound into a tight ball and threw it to your left . The fabric zipping past Zoro to land limp at his feet . " I need a drink " were your last words before exiting the establishment.

You pushed the double doors of the tavern open forcefully , both doors slamming against the walls behind them . The loud bang from the collision drew the attention of the few patrons that did sit inside. But their glances were quickly dissipated once the stoic expression of the swordsman became visible.

"Can I get two bottles of Sake please ?" You asked the young bartender.

Zoro stood to the right of you his torso facing you as you sat forward in the bar stool . You watched as the bartender uncapped the two bottles and slid them down the bar to the two of you .

"I'm just so disappointed Zo ... " you whined shallow tears brimming in your eyes . You leaned your head against his chest the contact instantly warming your cheeks.

"We'll find you another dress ." He huffed .

You could tell he didn't quite understand the gravity of the situation. Zoro couldn't really understand how that dress would be any different from the others you tried on and could've purchased on the island . Opposed to lecturing you on the fact he allowed you to sink into him as he lightly pet the top of your head allowing you to lament.

You walked the deck of the sunny surveying the spread Sanji had prepared for your date with "that asshole" as he so affectionately called him . A couple white candles and a singular red rose in a crystal vase adorned the center of the black clothed table for two. It was a steak dinner with wine. Sanji had even made appetizers and desserts to accompany the meal , pulling out the whole nine yards for the special occasion .

"Thank you so much Sanji ! It's gorgeous. " you exclaimed throwing your arms around his shoulders.

"I did this for you , not that stupid moss head ! " he reiterated for the umpteenth time .

You dismissed his statement with a chuckle . He could say what he wants , but when the swordsman enlisted his help in asking you to be his girlfriend the cook was a disgruntled accomplice then too . It was starting to seem as if the cook's disdain for the moss head wasn't as harsh as he'd thought.

When the sun set on the water, rays of orange and red dancing along the shore , you knew your time to get dressed was dwindling. The final touches of your hair and makeup were done and all that was left was to actually get out of the towel and slip on something a little more elegant.

Once you walked into your quarters from the washroom you immediately noticed the unfamiliar box lying on your bed . The box was a large white rectangle adorned with a big red bow . You inspected it for a name or a note , anything that would help solve the mystery of the boxes sudden appearance. With no success there was nothing left to do but open it.

The gasp that left your lips when your eyes graced the green fabric was involuntarily. The way your heart speed in your chest and breath hitched was also involuntary, but such a dress deserved every bit of reaction.

"My dress ! "

The very one you had balled up and thrown to the side at the shop , and now you grazed your fingers on the silky fabric and gold adornments. Your head swiveled around to survey the area in hopes the anonymous gifter would announce their presence, but no one came forth . You let out a silent thanks before shimming the dress on . Perfect. Just like in the shop .

The cool brisk air hit your cheeks first when you open the door and step out onto the deck . Despite the breeze the night was still as beautiful as ever . Stars twinkled in the clear dark sky , the moon shining bolder and brighter.

The deck was void of your other crew mates, the others opting to spend their time in their quarters. A not so friendly suggestion from Zoro . You wanted to buy alcohol and snacks as a way of persuading the crew into allowing the two of you privacy for the night . Zoro grumbled something about it being too much work before announcing the deck would be off limits.

As no surprise to you the boys immediately began to complain. Usopp spoke of how he already promised to show chopper how his new invention worked ; Sanji of how he was on watch for the night and didn't want to watch the green haired pirate take advantage of such a pretty lady , and lastly Franky of the sunny needing maintenance and a list of reasons why it had to be done now.

Luffy was too busy stuffing his face with the fish sandwiches Sanji had fried up for lunch to engage in the conversation . Honestly he thought the commotion the perfect opportunity to steal portions from his crew mates plates .

"Luffy!" Zoro called sternly drawing his attention to the conversation.

When Luffy's eyes met Zoro's there was a brief pause before Luffy gave him a knowing nod . Luffy swallowed the stolen bite he had taken from usopp's sandwich before speaking.

"The deck is off limits tonight." Luffy echoed his first mate.

The others grumbled some , but no one continued their protests . The captain's orders were absolute. A small smug smirk graced Zoro's lips as he glanced around the table at the others before planting a small kiss to your temple. When usopp finally realized Luffy had been eating both their portions chaos ensued inevitably putting an end to the previous discussion.

When your boyfriend finally laid his eye on you the edge of his lips upturned to a sly smirk . You watched as his eye roamed from your face down to your toes and back up . The way Zoro stared at you so hungrily, the way a lion stares at a gazelle before pouncing, intimidated you slightly. You forgot how all consuming Zoro's presence could be when it was just the two of you.

"You got my gift ." He states snaking an arm around your waist and drawing you in the moment you come within arms length of him .

The way your eyes light up at his proclamation satisfied Zoro in indescribable ways , but it was the adoration and love in your eyes when you looked up at him that really did his heart in. That made is breath hitch at the feel of your fingers draping the side of his face . That had him hanging onto every syllable that fell from your mouth .

Your body moved on its own before you could catch yourself . Your free hand tangled into the loosely fitting black button up Zoro had on and you stood on your tippie toes . The hand you had placed on Zoro's cheek slid to the back of his neck drawing him down into your lips.

"Thank you Zoro , I love it . " you whisper the words as if they're sacred ; only for the two of you to hear .

"Kiss me one more time and we can call it even ." The ex bounty hunter suggested in an exasperated breath , his voice also a whisper .

Who were you to deny such a man ? You hesitated none before crashing your lips back into his. Zoro's hands slid down your waist to rest firmly on your ass . He would squeeze your cheeks occasionally loving the desperate sounds it drew from you .

"Zo ... h- how did you do this ?"

The swordsman drew away from you wiping the excess spit from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand . His previous devilish smirk had blown into a full blown smile .

Zoro drew out your chair , silently asking you to take a seat before he spoke . You were all too happy to oblige, popping the cork off the fresh wine bottle before he had even made it to his seat . The way he was letting your question linger in the air has you suspicious of what he'll say next .

"I paid Nami half the price to steal the dress ... " he confessed.

"Zoro!"

A loud laugh burst from your lips making you spill the wine you were trying to pour in Zoro's cup onto your hand holding his glass. You finish pouring the drink then sit it down In front of him . You notice how Zoro's eye follow you when you bring your hand to your mouth licking up the excess alcohol before using the cloth napkin to wipe it away .

"It seemed to mean a lot to you ." The words fell from his lips in a clumsy whisper. As if they had accidentally slipped out.

Zoro's eye quickly adverted from your graze and he turned his head to look at the open water .

"It just- I wanted you to have the dress if you were gonna to be such a crybaby about it the whole night . "

You reached your hand across the table to lace your fingers in his . Almost instinctively his thumb grazed the back of your hand reassuringly.

"I really do love it Zoro , thank you . It was the perfect gift . " you bring his hands to your lips to kiss his knuckles. "Plus it's your favorite color."

He chuckled his eye returning back to you while his shoulders finally relaxed into his chair .

" You do that for me ? " He smirked.

"I wanted you to like it ... " you confessed now being the one to advert your gaze . Feeling the warmth of his stare crawl over your skin . His hand squeezed around yours and your eyes return to him .

"I like it . " He admits a full smile adorned his face showing his teeth and all before he let out a small chuckle. "I really like it . I can't wait to get you out of it."

"Roronoa ! "

A small gasp escaped your lips . You wish you could say you were faking your surprise, feigning innocence for Zoro's sake , but you could not . The way heat spread across your cheeks mouth agape looking for the next words to say made Zoro privy to this .

"C ' mere."

Zoro reached his arm out to grasp the base of the seat of the chair effortlessly sliding you and the chair towards him. He had decided the distance between y'all too great and rectified the situation immediately. Now as you turned to face him your knees brushed lightly against his and he was close enough to drag his palms up and down your thighs as you spoke .

You were sure Zoro wasn't listening to your story . You trailed his eye as it scattered all over your frame . He was drinking in your every breath. The way your fleeting hands touched your face when you swept a strand of hair out your view or anytime you adjusted in your seat inevitably bumping him as a result of your proximity.

"Zoro!" You whined reaching out to wrap your fingers around his forearm. "Listen to me."

"I'm listening." He lied .

Zoro leaned forward to place a placating kiss on your temple. What you thought a sweet gesture was the very last shred of resolve the swordsman had . The moving your chair closer so he could feel you shift in your seat , the fleeting touches he placed on your shoulder and arms as you spoke, and his inability to withdraw the hand rubbing your thigh . It was these little bits of contact that kept him tethered to the present.

"No you're not !" You rebutted.

"You're right I'm not ."

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matchadobo · 4 months

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Can I request Kid x reader (established relationship) where he and the crew find out the reader is a run away princess beacuse she was arranged to get married to a prince who was awful? You can expand on this concept as much as u want!!

KIDD; runaway princess

wc: 2003

warning/s: none, very fluff, kidd's being violent tho

"snap at me when you've taken down more than half of what i had done, cutie." he taunted, pinning down enemies one after the other that almost got to you. "so i don't gotta watch your back all the time."

"i'll point the gun at you instead, numbskull."

once the lot of you had reached a quiet alley, you all settled down. some had got a hold of their knees, sat on the ground with their backs on the cold, bricked walls, or face flat on the asphalt trying to catch their breaths.

but you were too occupied with thinking if you should out yourself because you are overflowing with guilt. some of your men have been injured but thankfully enough no one died. while some of your mates tended to their wounds, you couldn't take all the guilt so you stepped up.

"why are you standin' like that?" kidd looked at you funny. he stood tall with his back against the wall, his arms crossed, a puzzled expression on his face.

"i... have something to confess to you guys." you said with your head hung low, fists balled up. the others figured that it was serious, so everyone stopped lousing around and had their eyes on you. you took your time gathering your thoughts and words and they anticipated patiently.

"out with it, love." kidd nudged you, placing his human arm on your shoulder. he donned a gentle smile which cheered you on. a smile only known to you and for you.

"the real reason why we're being chased by the royal guards of my village is not just because we're pirates. it's mostly because i-i'm the lost princess who ran away on her wedding day." you spat bitterly, bile rising across your throat.

you pulled out a bounty poster of you that you snatched from the pub you lot were drinking at earlier. "i colored and grew out my hair so i wouldn't be recognized." you placed the poster side by side. the utter astonishment in their eyes as even the littlest resemblance was not evident. you got too careless that your hair later grew out and your roots were showing. even with the make up, the people from your village were able to recognize you.

you took a look at them and they all had the same expression, jaws dropped on the floor. but you especially took a long glance at kidd, his face was unparalleled and you couldn't read him. was he angry? shocked? sad? amused?

he sucked in his teeth and tsked, "sounds like my little rockstar." he looked at you, eye-to-eye as he watched how tears pooled by your eyes. "kinda figured you're somewhat of a princess though, you're too damn pretty to be in my world."

"yeah?" you placed your hand above his which was clutching your cheeks. "i-i'm sorry i lied... i was... scared."

in a millisecond, kidd pulled you to his grasp by the back of your neck. he stroked at the back of your head, combing his fingers through your locks. "that ain't a problem, alright? i'm more than happy to take you away whatever reason you got going on." he pledged by your ear, his embrace tightening. "you better tell me all about it though, aye?"

"i'm really sorry, this is all my fault you guys got hurt." you sobbed silently yet you don't even think deserve to cry. "i-i'll just surrender so you guys can get off the hook-"

"name, no! what?!"

"now that's going too far, name!"

"don't even think about it, name! as if we'd let you!"

"what the hell do you think you're talking about?!" kidd fumed, eyes furious alternating between your glassy ones. "you do realize that when you became part of the crew, you're stuck with us, aye? whatever bullshit you're planning, get it the fuck outta your mind." he kicked a lone rock by the asphalt before turning his back to you. "don't go dropping shit like that like it's some normal fuckin' thing. think about what you really want, and maybe consider my goddamn feelings along the way, why don'tcha." kidd strutted deeper into the alley, with each click of his heel you felt guilt boring through your soul. you couldn't see it but his eyeliner was starting to fuck up because of the forming tears.

you fell to your knees, frustrated. some of the crew members gave you a hug as you started crying your heart out, remembering all the excruciating days of royalty. it was tormenting. but you wanted your crew to go free. if it means to save them, you'd do anything. so you made your way to consult your lover by the corner.

"if you want to surrender. you're just being selfish at this point, name." kidd said through gritted teeth, bitter words making your heart break. "you don't even think about what we want? what i fuckin' want? i know for goddamn sure that you don't want that, why else would you run away then? so let me ask you, what do you really want?" he looked you in the eye, both hands on your shoulders.

"i-i want to be with you. i feel the most free when i'm with you. i want you to be the one i marry. i don't want to be shackled by these posh shit, i want to sail the seas with you. i want to celebrate every birthday with the crew. i want to see everyone reach their dreams, especially you. i want to be with you every step along the way. i-i want to have that, b-but if this princess thing-"

"no buts, i heard you loud and clear, baby." he interrupted with a kiss on the forehead. "you wanna settle this the kidd pirate's way or what?" he suggested with the most manic grin against your ear. "i'm tempted to hunt down that moron prince who had the nerve to marry you. gotta teach 'em to not meddle with someone else's treasure."

"don't tell me you're burning the whole village down..." you looked up at him, though there was no shred of empathy in your eyes. seems like he and the crew had rubbed off on you.

"you bet i will."

hiii thanks for the request! very sporadic updates bc i'll have exams in a week 😞

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A FRESH START [20]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: description of injuries, language, spoilers for S3 The Mandalorian, mentions of death experiences, anxiety, PTSD references

Word Count: 5,066

Updates every Thursday

#20: SHORT STICK BEARS HIS WRATH

"you can't heal if you pretend you're not hurt." -aliza grace

Grogu had a habit of making friends wherever he went. So, it didn’t surprise Din to see that a bulk of Ari’s crew were gushing over his son and offering him different things to play with. After parking the N1 and walking to the address Ari messaged him, what looked like an old fighting gym, he entered to see a small group of people surrounding Grogu who stood on the table and babbled. They listened intently, cooed back to him, and offered him a variety of objects to either eat or play with.

Din’s eyes landed on Ari who was sitting in a desk chair, feet kicked up and ankles crossed, while frowning at the sight. When her gaze drifted toward him she blew out an annoyed breath of air. “Finally. Can you please take your son and go? It seems while he’s around my crew is,” Ari turned to yell out the next words at the people surrounding Grogu, “Incapable of doing their kriffing jobs!”

“The stressors of running a criminal empire.” Din snorted.

“Aw, you think my little show is an empire?” Ari grinned impishly. “That’s cute. I appreciate it, but I don’t think I’ve reached that level of notoriety yet.”

“Yeah, well, I have faith in you.”

Din knew her main skill set was in smuggling. He assumed that’s what she was still doing, just branching out and roping others in. Still, Din wasn’t too worried about breaking up her party or shining a spotlight down on her. Of all the evil Din had seen in the galaxy, Ari was harmless. Well, mostly harmless.

“Hey boss, can we keep it?” A large man turned and pointed to Grogu who had his hands up in the air as he babbled about a story.

“Him, you idiot.” Ari corrected. “It’s Mando’s son.”

“Oh, sorry.” The man replied. “Can we keep him?”

“See what I mean? Useless.” Ari scoffed. Din called out for Grogu who took the time to gather up all the snacks being offered to him then jumped into his pram to drift over. Ari crossed her arms and snapped for the others to get back to their jobs. They gradually drifted away. She looked at him. “So? How’s the doc?”

Din tilted his head. “Left him thirty minutes outside the city to crawl back.”

“That all?”

“I may have…” Din chose his words carefully. “Stacked the odds against him.” Ari chuckled in amusement and he nodded. “I need you to keep an eye on that for me.”

“How so?”

“Make sure there’s a corpse, and if there isn’t,” Din shrugged nonchalantly, “Make one.”

The request rolled off his tongue as if he were in Nevarro going to his neighbor’s house to ask for some sugar. Din saw no issue in his request. If he wasn’t on such a time crunch in his eagerness to return to you then he’d stick around and double check for himself.

Ari nodded. “Alright. I’m counting that as two favors now though. So, you owe me.” Din dragged his helmeted gaze to look at her and raised an eyebrow in skepticism as if she’d be able to see. Ari read the tone enough to snicker. “Fine. Fine. We’re even then.”

“Deal.”

“So,” Ari whistled, “If you and your ‘not wife’ ever tie the knot will I get invited to the wedding? Do Mandalorians have weddings?”

“Stop talking.” Din shook his head and turned to leave. He chuckled under his breath. Grogu followed after him⏤ the child’s cheeks full of some local dessert. Great, now he’d be bouncing around the cockpit of the N1 for Maker knows how long.

Ari called a good-bye after him as he left. “Nice seeing you too, Mando! Safe travels!”

Nima told you not to freak out. Her exact words had been, ‘Alright, everything is okay and you are safe and it’s all going to be fine but you need to know this’. Your first horrific thought was that the news would somehow involve your boys. It had been a knee jerk fear that filled your entire soul with dread. Then Nima followed it up with, ‘Kurt’s trial was put on hold’.

And, as wild as it was, you felt relief. That had been your initial reaction. Before Nevarro, hearing those words would have made you immediately throw up. But in this situation, all you could think was how grateful you were that the bad news didn’t involve Din or Grogu.

“I’m sorry.” Nima murmured and you could see how devastated she was to share this news with you. She was the kind of person who felt every emotion she had so deeply. It’s why she was so lively and bubbly as her day to day happiness shined through. However, in moments like this, it broke your heart to see her so empathetic to your own pain. “I went back and forth on telling you, but you made me swear to update you on any news I thought was important and this seemed important. Plus, I didn’t want you to hear on accident from somewhere else or⏤”

“Nima.” You reached out to squeeze her arm and gave her a smile. “It’s okay. Thank you for telling me.” The longer the news lingered in your mind the more it began to unravel your sense of peace. “What happened? Do we know why?”

She shook her head. “They won’t report it yet. Just that it’s delayed.”

Could trials be delayed right in the middle of it? You didn’t know a lot about law or the system surrounding it. Nima was rambling about something or another, trying to bring you comfort, but your thoughts drifted away. You wished Din were here. That wasn’t a surprising thought. Every single day since they left, multiple times a day really, you’d see something or think of something that made you crave their presence more than the baseline. Just yesterday you bought a bag of Grogu’s favorite blue cookies from the sandwich shop just for the hell of it.

You heard your name, mumbled in concern, and your focus snapped back to Nima who was staring at you as if she was waiting for you to crumble. Slowly, you could feel the edges of your nerves beginning to fray, but that’s what work was for right? Distract you from all those dangerous thoughts and fears.

“Seriously. I am okay.” You reassured her once more. “This stays between us, right?”

“Of course.”

Your day carried on as if the news hadn't been shared with you. It would be the one day you wanted to keep busy that all of Nevarro decided to be the picture perfect definition of health. It was in part due to the droid being repaired which took off a lot of lower level urgent cases rather than emergent and it even saw some people with active conditions routinely. That would be it's primary purpose until the new guy that Karga hired eventually got out here.

When you went home for the night, you had only been moving around the kitchen for a few minutes, getting dinner ready, when your com rang for a holocall. You set your armband on the island counter to stand and answer. Grogu’s face immediately filled the entire screen with a loud ‘Ma!’ which pulled a laugh out of you. You needed that.

“Grogu, share.” Din replied though you could only barely see him behind Grogu’s face.

“No.” Grogu replied simply before he began to babble about his day. He was getting better at expressing himself every day and you were picking up on words like ‘new friends’, ‘more food’, and even something that sounded like he was trying to tell you there was someone he didn’t like. Din sighed loudly, but you could hear the amusement in his tone.

“Uh huh.” You nodded your head, giving the little green boy your full attention, “Tell Ma all about it, baby.” It wasn’t until a solid five to ten minutes later that Grogu was appeased with the amount of attention from you that he was willing to share with his father. He wiggled out of the camera’s space so you could actually see Din, and the boy waved with a quick ‘Love Ma!’. You actually felt your heart tighten in your chest. “Love you too, baby.”

Grogu crawled away, probably to stir up trouble where he could find it on the small ship, and you bit back tears. The longer you sat with the news about Kurt the more you felt wired and anxious. Getting to talk to Grogu and see the cheerful boy made a world of difference.

“Mama’s boy.” You heard Din mutter with a chuckle while watching Grogu crawl away to wherever he went. His gaze quickly focused back on you and he let out a soft sigh. “Ner kar’ta. How was your day?”

“It was fine.” You leaned against the counter.

For the next half hour, you and Din talked about anything and everything. He told you about how the rest of his trip on that Outer Rim planet went, and he told you he dealt with Daelar. Din didn’t give you details on the specific, but you found that you didn’t really need them. You didn’t really care. Then you told him about your day, but gradually the two of you got off topic and trailed on about other things. Din was speaking, you could hear the sound of his comforting voice, but you found yourself accidentally zoning out. Your mind not falling into a specific thought, but just drifting away. It wasn’t until the third time that Din called out to you that you realized he had been doing so in the first place.

“Hm? Sorry.” You shook your head.

Even through a holocall, halfway across the galaxy, you could see the worry that Din wore. He had shifted forward in his seat, elbows on his knees, and there was a tension in his shoulders. If that didn’t give him away then the tilt in his head and the tone of his voice did. “What’s wrong? You’re troubled.” He didn’t ask if you were troubled. He just knew you were. “Tell me. Are you okay?”

“I am. I promise.” You replied. The last thing you wanted to do was worry him. Knowing Din, if you told him about Kurt he would do something drastic like immediately come back to Nevarro. Which, on one hand, was tempting, but it would just mean he’d need to leave again. Plus, you knew how important this mission was to him. You were not going to intercede with your own issues and drama. So, you decided on a lie of omission. “This afternoon there had been a patient with a chronic illness I didn’t remember much of. He was also Rodian and their anatomy is a blur to me. So, it was a lot of research and just working on the fly and I guess my brain just won’t let it go. I’m second guessing myself.”

Din’s entire body relaxed, but he stayed leaned over so he was closer to the camera⏤ closer to you. “Don’t. You’re incredible at what you do and immensely clever when you need to think on the spot.” You felt your cheeks warm at his blatant complements. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re the greatest physician in the galaxy.”

You snorted. “Right. And that’s your totally unbiased opinion.” Din nodded. “All that medical knowledge you have makes you an expert in that decision.”

“I have twenty plus years of working a cautery, thank you.” Din replied with a chuckle.

“Yes. Obviously, so qualified.”

“Fine.” Din’s voice took a teasing edge. “You’re the best physician in all of Nevarro. Is that better?”

You let out a loud laugh and just as it had eased your anxious heart with Grogu, Din settled your soul as well. Din was immensely proud of himself. You could see the smug air about him even through the holocall. When your laughter died down, you rested your chin on your hand to hold up your head.

“I miss you.” You mumbled.

Din sighed. “I miss you too, ner kar’ta. But it won’t be much longer.” You perked up. “I am stopping to speak to an…old friend.” The way he said the words made you doubt that this person was an actual friend⏤ or that the relationship was tumultuous at best. “Then on to Mandalore.”

A soft smile filled your features at the news.

“Ma! Ma!” Grogu was yelling again as he tried to get into the picture.

Din scooped the boy up to set him on his laugh and playfully scolded. “You had your turn, ad’ika. It’s my turn with Ma.”

“No. Me.” Grogu argued.

You watched in amusement as Din continued to tease Grogu into a silly argument on who got to have your attention. Maker, you needed them back soon.

Ever since Nima shared the news about Kurt, nightmares plagued you. It was an odd mix of past and future. Some nights Kurt would be carving into you, telling you that you didn’t deserve to live, and other nights you’d have to watch helplessly as he hurt Din and Grogu.

You preferred the nights where Kurt made you bleed.

That added to the fact that while on Mandalore Din was not going to be able to call you due to interference really distracted you. Sleep deprived and anxiety riddled while working in a clinic with medical tools was not the ideal combination. The bacta tank needed refreshing in case of emergencies and during a quiet moment in the office you had told Aayla you planned to get it done. It was dirty work, cleaning the bacta filters, but you didn’t mind it. You hoped forward motion, keeping yourself busy, would keep you awake and sane.

So, when your hand slipped on the mechanism, causing the thick filter door to slam shut on your hand, it had been entirely your own fault.

"Fuck!" You screamed in agony as you felt the bones in your fingers snap. Blinded by the panic, your natural instinct was to try to pull your hand out, but the door was closed too tight for it to budge. All it did was send sharp, lightning strikes of pain shooting up your arm.

Aayla was by your side in an instant and she was shouting commands or reassurances at you, but your mind was in a fog. Maybe it was the pain or the exhaustion, but your body slumped forward onto the bacta tank as your vision went black.

It came back seconds later, but you didn’t feel the same. Rather than pain, you felt the telltale sign of something running through your veins to bring you relief. You were also now lying on a cot rather than standing over the bacta tank.

“What are we supposed to do when the doctor needs a doctor?” Mayfeld scoffed. You couldn't see him from where you laid, but his voice was easily recognizable. So was Vanth’s who replied.

“Use the droid.”

“The droid? That’s your solution? Let the kriffing droid work on the woman Mando is head over heels for?” Mayfeld cried. “He’s better about the damn things, but if he heard about this he’d come back to Nevarro just to kill us. Then he’d somehow save our asses from the brink of death just so he can kill us again.”

You groaned and all your words came out groggily, “Stop talking. Both of you.” There was the sound of steps and suddenly it was Vanth’s face in your vision grinning down at you. “Why are you in here again?”

“Well, because the doc went and got her hand jammed up in some machinery.” Vanth replied. His words reminded you of the injury and you lifted your left hand to see a splint wrapped around your last three fingers. The ring finger was the worst, but all three were discolored and swollen. Vanth’s teasing tone switched to sincerity. “How’re you feeling, little lady?”

“Drugged.” You complained and rubbed your face with your good hand. The lack of pain was nice, but you hated how certain strong medications could make you feel.

“Yeah,” Mayfeld chimed, “That’s the e-bacta shot we gave you.”

“E-bacta??” You scoffed. “Where the hell did you get the e-bacta and why did you bring it into my clinic? That shit is illegal for a reason.” This version of bacta was so potent and strong that it was only one step down from spice, really. Addictive as hell and hard to keep from degrading. “Why did you do that?”

Vanth pointed at your broken hand. “Because that looks kriffing miserable. We’d put you in the tank altogether just to be cautious but we had to break the damn thing to get you unlodged from it.”

“Shit.” You forced yourself to sit up and the room spun. Both men reached out to steady you. “The tank is broken??”

Mayfeld snorted. “Yeah, and so is your hand. Focus on that instead.”

You rubbed your face in a poor attempt to gain some clarity. “Please tell me no one told Mando.”

Maybe he’d still be on Mandalore and there’d be no service for someone to tell him you got hurt. This was just like a few days ago when you learned about Kurt. You couldn’t make Din worry. He needed to focus on his own task and not be thinking about you.

“Told Mando?” Mayfeld cried. “Nobody wants to make the call and tell the indestructible tin can that we let his girl get hurt.”

Vanth shrugged. “We were gonna draw straws later. Us, Karga, Nima, Peli. Short stick has to bear his wrath.” He grinned at you. “But now that you’re up and talking, little lady, looks like we don’t need to do that.”

Mayfeld nodded and pointed at the man. “Yeah, good point. She should tell him. He won’t kill her.”

“Either stop talking or give me more e-bacta.” You grumbled.

Ignoring the well meaning but overbearing men, you cradled your broken hand in your lap. The splint on your hand was decent. You’d need something more permanent, but for a patch job it was solid. The sound of doors sliding open made you glance up to see Aayla fluttering in. She put her hands on her hips with a solid attempt of intimidation.

“I already chased out Nima. Now you two, as well?”

The men glanced at you and you tilted your head and added. “Go. Don’t tell Mando.” As they neared the door you called out one last time. “And…thanks, guys.”

You did appreciate them and how much they cared. Even if some of that caring just came from a healthy fear of Din. Not that you thought Din would actually hurt either man. They were friends and this had very clearly been your fault.

“Did you do this?” You pointed to your hand and Aayla nodded with a sheepish grin. “It’s good. It’s really good, Aayla.” The woman beamed at your praise and you chuckled. “Did you get any scans yet?”

“Yes. We did.” She brought over a datapad and opened up the program that held all the imaging. You took it from her to look over your own scans and winced. Dank farrik. Hairline fractures on your pinky and middle finger, and an actual break in your ring finger. No wonder you blacked out. “Do we need to get you to a facility? Does your finger need surgical correction?”

You praised her line of thought then shook her head. “The fracture will heal itself once splinted. In order to test the tendons I need the swelling to go down just a bit so I can try moving my finger.”

Aayla stepped away and then returned with a cream and some ice. She got you situated on the cot and lifted the bed so you could lay back without being entirely flat. She was going to be a good doctor one day. After she went through school and all that. You leaned your head against the pillow and shut your eyes. It would be best for you to get some solid shut eye while the e-bacta was in your system.

Since reaching Mandalore, everything had happened fast. Back to back to back, Din had what should have been considered one of the worst days of his life. Nearly dying three times qualified as a terrible day. However, Din was not dead. More than just not dead, he was redeemed.

Din Djarin was no longer an Apostate.

He was Mandalorian once more.

That alone could make this a wonderful day, but the knowledge that this meant he could proceed in pursuing you was overwhelming. If he thought about it for too long it’d send him to his knees. The first thing he wanted to do was call you, but that plan was derailed when Imps bombed Bo Katan’s home. Considering the woman had saved his life, and watched Grogu when he was unable, the least he could do was get her to safety. Maybe the covert wasn’t the best place for Bo Katan Kryze, but Din needed to go there anyway so why not use it as a shelter.

As Nima liked to say: two porgs, one blaster.

When everything had settled, the first thing he did was find a quiet spot to call you. Grogu was passed out in his arms and Bo Katan was sitting not too far away in contemplation.

“You alright?” Din questioned.

Bo hummed. “Suppose so. Not how I expected this day to go, but…”

“I’m sorry. About your home.”

“...Thank you.” Bo said after a beat of hesitation.

Din could tell she was still in distress. Lost in her thoughts. He could’ve pressed further, attempt to help her some more, but it would have to wait. If Din didn’t talk to you right now he’d burst. The excitement of being redeemed mingled with the knowledge that for a brief moment today he thought everything had been over.

He activated the holocall and leaned against the cave wall.

When your face appeared on the screen, Din sighed in relief. Being trapped on Mandalore, sending Grogu away, your face had been the last one he thought of. “Ner kar’ta.” He breathed out. Din didn’t even care that Bo was only a few feet away and able to hear his entire conversation. “You are…”

He was going to call her a sight for sore eyes, but you looked more than exhausted. Something was wrong. Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes and you didn’t have that same glow that Din admired. Before he could question, you spoke, “You can call! That means you’re not on Mandalore anymore, right? How’d it go?”

“I am redeemed.” Din said with pride and despite how tired you look the smile you wore brightened in excitement. You cried out about how happy you were for him and how proud and how much you missed him and couldn’t wait to see him. Hearing that praise from you was somehow better than hearing the Armorer confirm he was no longer an Apostate. Din shook his head, deciding to steer right back to his concern, “You look terrible, ner kar’ta.”

You forced a chuckle. “Exactly what a girl wants to hear.”

“You are the most stunning woman I have ever known, and every day I get to see you, bask in your beauty, is a blessing I am undeserving of.” Din said sincerely and he watched your face twist in mild embarrassment. Your smile turning cute and sheepish. He grew serious once more. “But right now, you look ill. Hurt. So I will ask again," Din shook his head, "What. Is. Going. On?”

You twisted your lips, weighing pros and cons, and then with a sigh you lifted your right hand so it came into the screen’s view. Din’s eyes widened at the swollen and discolored look of your fingers wrapped in a makeshift split.

“Me’bana!? Cuyir gar o'r aaray??” Din barked. Grogu stirred briefly in his arms. “Pehea rucuyir gar shupur'yc!?”

“I don’t speak Mando’a, honey.” You sighed with a small amused smile.

If Din wasn’t so caught off guard and worried about the state of your hand, the nickname that fell from your lips so easily would have made him flush in warmth. Din shook his head. “Are you alright?? What happened?”

“It was stupid.” You shook your head. “Cleaning the bacta tank, I slipped up. Got my hand caught in the filter door.” That wasn’t like you. Typically, you were very cautious and careful with your work. “It looks worse than it actually is, I swear. The swelling has gone down a lot.”

Din narrowed his eyes at your wording. “How much time has passed? When did this happen, ner kar’ta?”

“...Yesterday?” You said it like it was a question.

“Ner kar’ta.”

“Yesterday morning.” You confirmed sheepishly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You were on Mandalore. No service.”

Din tilted his head, “You tried to hide it at the start of this conversation. If I didn’t press, would you have told me about your accident?” You pressed your lips together and winced. Din blew out a breath of air. “Dank farrik. Ner kar’ta…”

“I didn’t want to worry you.” You said softly with a frown.

Din shook his head again, keeping his voice firm. “I need to know these things.” The thought that you were injured was staggering, but knowing you could be hurt and keep it from him? All he wanted in life was to protect you. Take care of you. “You need to tell me⏤”

“Why?” Bo suddenly called out loud enough that your face morphed into confusion at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. “Did you tell her about how you nearly died three times today?”

Din flinched and your jaw popped open. The exhaustion seemed to be wiped away and replaced with a mix of anger and shock. “You what!?” Din began to speak but you cut him off. “You nearly died today!? Din! What the hell is the mystery voice talking about!?”

“Well, it wasn’t⏤”

“You were gonna scold me about my broken hand and not mention multiple near death experiences??” Din winced. That was a fair point. He didn’t see it from that side. The sight of your discolored and swollen digits had blinded him about every other detail of the day. “Din Djarin⏤ Do you have a middle name? I want to yell your entire name at you but⏤ never mind. Just⏤ Maker! Are you alright? Are you safe? Is Grogu⏤”

Din cut in, “Yes. To all of it. Grogu is safe,” He lifted his arm enough that she could see the snoozing boy, “I am safe, I am okay. In fact, I am less injured than you are right now.” He sighed. “And, you’re right. That wasn’t fair of me. I just… I panicked.”

Your gaze softened but the concern remained. “Yeah. I guess… As long as you guys are safe.”

“We are, and we’ll be home soon.” Din promised. Your lips twitched up into a smile. “Who is taking care of you right now?”

You chuckled. “Uh, me?”

Din hummed in displeasure. He should be there to help you⏤ to take care of you. It killed him to be this far from you. A part of him wanted to stand up right now and fly home, but he needed to talk to the Armorer tomorrow. He needed to have something forged.

“Maybe you should stay with Nima…”

“I can take care of myself, Din.” You grinned. “I’m the greatest doctor in the galaxy, remember?” Din chuckled under his breath. “You really are okay, though?”

Din nodded. “I swear to you, ner kar’ta.”

They only spoke for a few more moments because Din was adamant you go to bed even though it wasn’t very late in Nevarro. You just looked so exhausted. Maybe he’d talk to Karga about a vacation. If they got the new physician to move to Nevarro then the city could afford to spare you for a few days. Vanth could stay a little while longer to cover for him. Din just wanted to take you somewhere nice⏤ somewhere relaxing. Though he should probably focus on actually courting you before he starts thinking of honeymoon options.

When the holocall ended, Din glanced over at Bo who simply tilted her head at him. He scoffed, “Really?”

“Seemed like pertinent information.”

“Your hand still looks like shit.”

You glanced up at Nima with a tight lipped smile. “A little rude considering I saved your hand.” She snickered. She wasn’t wrong. The swelling had improved but the bruising still looked Maker awful. Though, with Aayla’s help you were able to get a real splint on it. “I thought you were bringing me lunch.”

“I thought you were going to come with me to lunch.” She argued.

Luckily, the clinic wasn’t busy. So you shrugged out of your white coat, leaving you in just your scrubs, and then followed Nima who was leading the way with a bounce. There had been no further news on the Kurt situation which left you in turmoil. However, Nima had been doing her best to distract you and anytime anxiety did try to wash over you, you just reminded yourself that your boys would be home in the next 48 hours or so.

“The Razor Crest project is going so well.” Nima clapped her hands. “I mean, we’re still missing some key pieces, but Peli and I are nearly done with the engine rebuild. Can you believe that?” You hummed in interest. It’d be nice to see it eventually. The Crest was such a strong presence in so many of Din’s story and Grogu’s pictures. Obviously, this wasn’t the exact same. Version 2.0, but still. “Peli said⏤”

The sound of a low rumble filled the air. As you, Nima, and all the other citizens standing outside paused to listen to the sound, a large shade began to cover the city. As if the sun was being blocked out. You looked up and your eyes widened at the sight of a huge ship.

“Shit. That’s a Corsair.” Nima mumbled in shock. Just as the words left her mouth, an alarm began to blare loudly and the voice of a droid called for evacuation to the lava fields. You didn't even have a spare second to panic because that’s when blaster fire rained down on Nevarro.

mando'a translations

ner kar'ata: my heart Me'bana?: What happened? Cuyir gar o'r aaray?: Are you in pain? Pehea rucuyir gar shupur'yc?: How were you injuried?

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sassylegshayne · 8 months

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marry me, idiot. - chapter seven

the finale!! I hope y'all enjoy it! 2.4k words.

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It had become normal to wake up tangled in Spencer's arms, his soft snores rumbling his chest lightly. Craig would often curl up at the end of the bed, on Spencer's side.

It was relaxing, usually. When you find yourself waking up just before your alarm was set to ring, it felt like your nerves were on fire. You wanted to melt into the mattress and disappear, acting as if this had never happened.

As Spencer shifts, his arm slung around your hips now pulled you closer, a soft murr leaving his lips. You couldn't help but bite your lip, smiling softly down at him.

After a moment, a large grin spreads across the man's face before his eyes open, landing on yours, sending your heart aflutter. Your cheeks heat up as a nervous laugh bubbled out of you.

"Good morning.." Spencer spoke softly. reaching out his hand to cup your cheek gently, your worries melting away as you lean into his touch.

"I know it'd be kinda last minute but... if you wanna back out, get it." Spencer chuckled softly as you press your forehead to his, his blue eyes scanning yours.

"I'm all your's, no refunds." You grin, placing a soft peck to his lips before slipping from the sheets, much to Spencer's dismay.

The two of you make quick work of attempting to wake yourselves up before running out on a quick errand, before heading toward your chapel.

Erin had managed to snag a cheesey shotgun- wedding chapel, and with help from some of the cast and crew, it would be ready for you ceremony in a few hours.

You and Spencer had been tasked with the chairs, Jackie delegating tasks left and right with a bright smile, her enthusiasm radiating off of her.

You finish wrapping another bow, tying the knot gently when you feel a shoulder bump into yours, finding your.. Spencer squatting beside you. A small giggle escapes you as you watch his eyes search over your face.

"Can I help you?" You ask playfully, the brunettes cheeks burning bright red as his eyes fall on yours.

"I..." He trails off as your head snaps up, Jackie quickly seating herself on the chair behind Spencer, your cheeks now lit up as bright pink as the bows in your hand.

"Ya know, wish you guys were actually getting married." The woman huffs, pouting as she looked between the two of you. It feels like your heart's stopped beating, but it's the only thing you can hear in your ears Damn Jackie.

"Yeah, good one." Spencer barked out a laugh as he stood quickly, looking as pale as a ghost as he scurried off, leaving you in a fit of giggles.

You finished up the last of the chairs, working diligently on whatever tasks you were given until Kiana found you in a flurry, ushering you off to get ready. You'd opted for a simple outfit, knowing the Spencer had done the same.

You quickly got ready before heading back toward the chapel area, the room now filled with your guests. Your heart fluttered as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, all of your friends moving about the room as they took their seats, the cameras and mics all set in place. It was so weirdly perfect.

You're pulled from your thoughts as Ki gently takes your hand, giving you a squeeze. "You excited?"

She was always quick to sense things out, yours nerves unhidden to her. You gulped, putting on a bright grin as you nodded.

"Of course I am.. have you seen.." You trail off, brows furrowing as it dawns on you that Spencer wasn't in the room. Your heart drops to your stomach, your mind fearing the worst as you turn to your best friend beside you. Kiana gives you a soft smile, nodding her head.

As if on cue, Spencer rounds the corner with a mic pack in his hand, your nerves crashing away in an instant.

"Hey, pretty.. you okay?" Spencer asked softly, the bright smile he had when he first saw you quickly turned to worry as he saw the concern on your face.

"Yeah, I thought you got cold feet." You chuckled softly, Kiana trying her best to suppress her grin, her heart soaring at the love between the two of you.

"T'm gonna go do some finishing touches if you two wanna.. get those on." Ki grinned, nodding to the mics before she took off, leaving you two alone for a final moment.

You link your arm with Spencer's, guiding him towards the back with you before you step out into the hall. As the door closes, all of the chatter becomes a soft murmur as you turn to him, a grin spread across his face to match yours.

"So," Spencer begins as you turn your back to him, allowing him to clip the pack onto the back of your dress. "You really think l'd get cold feet?"

You let out a shaky chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes. A shiver runs up your spine as Spencer gently presses his lips to your shoulder before placing his hands on your hips, spinning you slowly.

Spencer digs into his pocket, pulling out the wedding rings you had picked out. The video called for gauty, fake rings, but for the real marriage, you'd decided on matching bands.

You couldn't help but giggle with excitement as you slip the ring into your bra for hiding, planning to exchange it for the faux ones later on.

You look back to Spencer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, wishing to stay in this moment forever. You slowly lean in, your lips brushing his gently before the turning of the door handle has you jumping back.

Spencer steps aside, his cheeks burning as Shayne poked his head out, offering the pair of you a soft smile.

"We're all set up whenever you two are ready..." He trailed off, quickly shooting a thumbs up before disappearing behind the closed door once again.

You take Spencer's mic wordlessly, slowly stepping around him as you clip it to his waistband, trailing the cord under his shirt before you step away.

As soon as your foot hits the tile, Spencer is wrapping his hand with yours, spinning you back into his arms before pressing his lips firmly to yours.

You pull back slowly, wiping your lipstick from his lips with a smile that sets his heart ablaze.

"C'mon," You nod to him as you wander off, tugging the door open. "Marry me, idiot."

Spencer took a deep breath, unable to hold back his smiles any longer, trailing after you. Erin quickly positions Spencer up at the altar in front of Jackie, everyone else already seated or behind the cameras.

You give him a small wave, the small ring on your finger catching the light as he stuffs his hands in his pockets, fidgeting with your band he had hidden.

This was an absolute mess of a wedding; it's perfect for the video, but realistically, who else would want this but the two of you?

And in the midst of all this chaos, you stand just down the isle, and all he wants to do is kiss you. Spencer can't find it in himself to try and focus on anything but the view of you before him.

The soft playing of Josh's piano is the first thing to pull him from his thoughts, his grin so wide it looked like it might split his face. The crowd in front of him erupts into cheers as a camera pans to you.

Spencer still can't tare his eyes away as you playfully wander down the isle, finally greeting him with a grin to match, offering your hands to him.

You try your best to steady your shaky hands as Spencer takes your, a nervous laugh leaving him, causing your own to escape.

'Shush." Jackie chastises the two of you playfully, her minister costume not helping the laughter for the pair of you, or the crowd.

"I, Jacklyn Uweh, have been brought here today before al of y'all to ordain the matrimony between the Spencer Agnew and the Y/N L/N." Jackie called out dramatically, the crowd cheering once more.

"Now, since I'm not legally able to bind these two together, I'll just let them say their pieces." Jackie laughed as she steps aside, leaving you and Spencer alone together.

Spencer quickly fumbles around, reaching into his pocket as he grabs a piece of paper, setting aside the approved roasting 'vows' Erin had handed him earlier.

You glance behind the camera, seeing confusing open Erin and Kiana's face, worry setting in slowly.

Spencer tugs at your hand once more, pulling your attention back to him. He smiles softly as his eyes scan over your face, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Uh, I would be the aforementioned Spencer, and I have some words I'd like to say to my future wife here, if you'd let me." He jokes, looking out to the crowd for the first time. Everyone seemed invested, but no one had a clue what he was about to say.

"Y/N," Spencer turns to you, glancing down to the paper held in his shaky hands. "You're my best friend but you're about to become my favorite tax break."

You chuckled softly, chewing your lip as your heart races, the laughter of the others around seeming to disappear as he spoke.

"When I sat down to write this, I realized that I have a lot that I want to say." Spencer chuckled nervously, nudging his glasses up on his nose before stuffing the paper back into his pocket, lacing his hands with yours.

"I don't know how to say all of it, but I know that I love you, Y/N. I don't know when it started, but I know it's not gonna end."

"I don't know what made me fall in love with you, or when, but I feel like it's just the most natural thing for me." Spencer grinned, a few tears escaping him as he blinked them away, your hands gripping his tightly.

"Basically, I don't know much, but I know that you're my best friend, you make me the happiest man in the world, and I love you, Y/N."

You let out a small laugh through your tears and sniffles, your trembling hands quickly taking the paper of your's that Spencer passed you.

You refrained from looking around the room, wanting to get your words out before taking in everyone's reactions.

"Spencer, you're my best friend, too." You laugh softly, biting your lip as the man before you rolls iis eyes playfully.

"I wanted to make sure to get that out of the way first, but I digress." You grin, glancing from his blue eyes to your handwriting.

"I tried to think about how long I've loved you but.. I really don't know, either." You blink away a few tears, feeling them drop onto your hands.

"I know there was some point where I realized that I wanted you in my life, I want you forever." You chew your lip, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. "I loved you, even before I realized it."

"I just know that it feels like I'll love you forever. I want to spend the rest of my life watching you fight with Craig."

"I'm so glad I get to marry you." Spencer tugs you gently closer, your toes tapping together as you laugh softly, your nerves bubbling inside of you. "I love you."

A deafening cheer erupts across the room, the silence from moments before is long forgotten. The two of you are quickly wrapped up in familiar arms, Kiana a crying mess as she holds the two of you tightly.

"What the fuck?" She yells out quickly, squeezing you tightly as the questions begin flooding in, the confusion and excitement buzzing throughout the room.

"Okay, we can explain.." Spencer speaks after a few moments, Kiana slowly stepping aside as you grin up at the man beside you.

"Kiss the bride first!" Kimmy squeals out from behind the camera, flailing her arms as your eyes fall upon her and Erin, tear streamed faces and grins greeting you back.

Your head quickly snaps to Spencer, your heart fluttering again. It felt like you fell a little more in love with the man each time you laid eyes on him.

Spencer took in every detail of your face, wanting to commit every part of this moment to his memory forever. He slowly cupped your cheek, you hand wrapping gently around his hand as you pressed your forehead together. You could almost cut the tension with a knife; it seemed like everyone was on the edge of their seats. Your first public kiss would seal your marriage.

You couldn't take it any longer, moving your hands to cup Spencer's cheeks as you crash your lips into his, melting into his touch as the cheers sounding again.

"It's just a prank, bro!" Spencer calls out, pointing out to the camera with one hand, snaking the other around your hip as he tugs you into his side, your cheeks bright red as you take in the state of all your friends around you.

"Spencer fucked up and got us into this situation where it seemed like we were getting married, which would've been funny, except for the fact that Rhett and Link believed it." You began, the attention of everyone making you blush again as you nodded to your bosses before you.

"Okay, well.." Spencer began, his defense dying on his tongue as he glances at you smiling beside him. "Then we decided we would make a series of it, right, pretend we're actually getting married and fool the fans and our bosses, right?"He gestured out to everyone, murmurs of agreement echoing around.

"Well, big surprise, we are in love with each other and decided we might as well get married.." You finish off, a timid grin on your face as Spencer squeezes you gently. "We went and filled out the paper work at the courthouse this morning, so."

"Oh my god!" Courtney squealed out, another wave of shock hitting your friends. Everything seemed to finally click, the roar of cheers getting impossibly louder as the two of your are engulfed into a massive group hug.

This was the perfect mess, Spencer had fucked up in the best way possible. One dumb idea led him here, attempting to slip on your wedding rings as you're squished between more people than you could count.

It's all you've ever wanted.

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bey0nd-1he-stars · 1 year

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Wedding bands - Nikolai Lantsov

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Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Wordcount: 1268

Warnings: none

Summary: You finally tell your friends and crew what your ring is for.

The wind blew in the sails, carrying the Volkvolny across the open seas. Almost the whole crew were up on deck, a few squallers minding the sails but mostly letting the natural wind do the work. Tamar and Tolya had gathered a small group of people and settled down for a few rounds of cards. Nikolai had sat down on the floor up on quarterdeck, a map laid out in front of him. You were out on request of the king so Nikolai hadn’t bothered to tailor himself. You kept close to Ravkan shores anyway and it was his waters so neither of you were especially worried. You stood behind him, watching over his shoulder as he studied it. Usually he would keep all of his maps down in the captain’s cabin but the sun was out and the soft breeze was refreshing. And you were out here on deck. That was always a plus.

After a while Nikolai rolled up the map and stood to leave it in his cabin. You just gave him a nod and a smile before Tamar shouted for you to join them. They had sat down on the main deck at a bench and used a crate as a table. You smiled in thanks when Tolya handed you a set of cards. Your ring flashed in the sun when you took them from him and you saw his gaze flickering down to it for just a second. When you’d played for a while, Tolya brought it up.

“What’s that ring for? You always wear it and you’ve been wearing it since I met you,” he placed down his card in the pile and looked up at you. You smirked and placed down your card as well, leaving you victorious, “you know I won't tell you.” He shrugged, “worth a shot.” Tamar looked at you with raised eyebrows, “your heart rate picked up,” she stated with a smirk and placed a card in the pile. A faint blush covered your cheeks and you looked away from her for a second, and that was your mistake.

“You’re in love with someone!” she exclaimed and turned to face you fully. You let out a surprised huff and laughed softly, “what?”

“Who’s in love?” Nikolai’s deep voice cut you off and you all turned towards him. The sun made his hair look golden. His hazel eyes looked like they had pieces of gold flowing in them and the blue of his jacket complimented his looks very well. It blew softly in the wind and tugged at the ends. Your Y/H/C hair was up but a few strands got caught in the wind and Nikolai had to tear his gaze away from you, his breath caught in his throat for a second. Tamar smirked and turned to you again.

“Dear Y/N here. Her ring is a ring from a lover.”

“Well that’s no news,” Nikolai smiled and sat down beside Tolya and you all returned to the game but continued talking. Tolya seemed a bit upset at his statement, “what do you mean ‘no news?’ You knew?” He turned to Nikolai who just shrugged and smirked at him. Tamar let out a huff, “you bastard,” she mumbled and both you and Nikolai burst out laughing.

“But I’m right, then? You are in love?” Tamar pressed. They’d finished playing and Tolya had lost. Now the cards just laid in a pile in the crate and all the attention was directed towards you. You searched for Nikolai’s gaze and he gave you a quick, almost unnoticeable nod.

“Yeah, you are. I'm in love.” Tamar smirked at that and gave you a nod to continue.

“What? What do you want me to say?” you laughed and started gathering together the cards again in a proper pile.

“Well, is it a promise ring? Or how far along are we talking?” Tolya said and encouraged you to tell them all of it. Nikolai just shook his head in amusement. That it could be so interesting to know about your love life, but he stayed anyway. He wanted to see their reactions if you decided to tell them the truth.

“It’s… It’s a wedding ring, actually,” you confessed and twisted the ring on your finger. The gemstones glittered in the sun and the gold shined. You had decided to just wear the wedding ring on your finger and hung the promise ring and the engagement ring on a chain around your neck, hiding away the Lantsov emerald from plain sight. Tolya gaped at your statement and then he turned to Nikolai.

“You knew she's married?” he asked, stunned that you’d told Nikolai and not them. You were all very close friends and Tolya thought that you’d tell them all if you were to tell anyone. But so the case didn’t seem to be because Nikolai knew. Your husband chuckled, “fortunately enough, I do.” Tolya turned to Tamar, feeling a bit betrayed but in a joking manner, of course. Tamar, intrigued, turned to Nikolai too, deciding it probably would be easier to get him to spill what he knew than to try to ask you.

“Do you know who he is?” She lifted an eyebrow at him and leaned forward and rested her head in her hand. Nikolai’s gaze flicked to yours, amusement swirling in his eyes and a smirk resting on his lips.

“Would be weird if I didn’t.”

“Well, tell us,” The twins demanded. Nikolai just smirked and with a laugh he lifted his own left hand where a golden wedding band rested on his ring finger.

“Him? You’re married to him?” Tamar turned back to you, surprised but when she thought about it, it made sense. You always hung around Nikolai, often touching him, whether it was a hand on his shoulder, a hand threading through his hair or your elbows or knees touching. And if you weren’t with him your gaze always traveled the area as if taking in the scenery, but in reality, you were just looking for him. She’d never thought about it before but those days when something went bad or when he was hurt, or maybe just having a tough day and he disappeared into his captain’s cabin, you disappeared too. You watched as the puzzle pieces started to fit together in her head and you just nodded.

“How long?” Tolya wondered out loud. Nikolai smiled, “a few years.” You nodded along with a smile “how long have you seen me wear this ring?”

Tamar smiled, she knew you were telling the truth, but still, it was fun to tease you both, “prove it,” she demanded with a laugh.

“Prove it?” Nikolai wondered, “what do you mean prove it? Isn’t the rings pretty big proof, or how do they marry in Shu Han?” Tamar smirked, “I demand to see a kiss.” Nikolai turned to you and you just shrugged. They were your closest friends, it didn’t matter if they saw you kiss one time. You took the hand Nikolai reached out to you and he pulled you to your feet. With one arm around your waist and one cupping your face, he pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, burying your hands in his golden locks. You heard them cheer you on and Nikolai smiled into the kiss. When the two of you pulled away, Nikolai held you close to him anyway, looking into your eyes and smiling like an idiot, happy that you finally could show your relationship among your friends.

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goddessofmischief · 6 months

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SAY DON'T GO (YOUNG BUGGY X READER)

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read. (Especially with this one. It really, really fits it. Maybe even read the lyrics. It's really Buggy's POV in this fic.)

The first nights alone on the Oro Jackson were quiet.

You weren't alone, not really. You had Buggy and Shanks with you, after all, but it was strange hearing the place you grew up be silent for the very first time. The soft snores of your friends were nothing compared to the riotous laughter you had fallen asleep to every night for the past decade.

You were all orphans now.

"Shanks," you whispered, tapping him on the arm. You didn't dare wake up Buggy.

"Hm?" he hummed sleepily.

"Can't sleep."

"Me neither," he said, despite the fact that he was very obviously asleep mere moments ago.

Things felt different. Different than days before. You didn't feel like the woman who had been abandoned by - then reconciled with - Dracule Mihawk, or the woman who had stood and witnessed Roger's execution only one day earlier. You felt like a girl again, now that it was just you and Shanks and Buggy. Just the three of you, against the world, a world that did not seem quite so dim and empty as it had been these past few months.

And so you and Shanks (and Buggy, once he woke up to the commotion) "can't sleep"-ed together, laughing and talking and acting like everything would be fine, like you were a proper crew, like you were all you needed, like you and Shanks had never shared that poisoned kiss.

...

The mornings after that were not quite as bright.

It turned out that if you wanted to be a pirate crew, a real pirate crew, you needed some things. Other crew mates - those would come later, Shanks reasoned - and supplies, plenty of them. So you docked the ship at a nearby port, far from Marine influence, and began shopping.

"You know, I've been thinking," said Shanks, taking a bite out of an apple, "Maybe we should change our flag - our Jolly Roger?"

"Roger's flag? No way."

"C'mon, think about it. It's our ship now."

"Who would we even change it to? I mean, I wouldn't mind letting you be captain - in name only - but Buggy won't like it."

"Buggy will get used to it."

"What, and he'll be first mate? Who am I, then?"

"I don't know, I'm sure we'll come up with something-"

You smacked his arm.

"You're such a jerk."

"Such a jerk, 'Captain.'"

...

Buggy had dreamt of you last night.

How things were different now, maybe, for the first time. How maybe things could really change.

Mihawk had abandoned you (bummer) and you and Shanks seemed to have a strange distance between you since the wedding that Buggy couldn't understand. You would need someone, he was sure of it, and he would be there.

"Hey, guys," Buggy called out, carrying a bag of groceries in one hand and climbing aboard the Oro Jackson. A single daisy was concealed in his pocket. "Got everything?"

"Yeah, um," you said, and you couldn't look at Buggy.

"...What? What's going on?"

You looked up at Shanks, pleadingly.

"Don't make me say it."

"He'll take it better from you," said Shanks, and Buggy detected a hint of a smirk on his face. Weariness, too.

"Shanks wants to be captain," you mumbled, staring at the deck.

Buggy laughed.

"Kidding, right? You're... kidding." He saw the look on your face. "You're not kidding. Well, you told him, no, right? You told him no."

"She agreed to it," Shanks said. "She didn't mind. But she wasn't sure how you would take it."

"Why would you agree to that?" Buggy shouted, louder than he meant to, and you flinched. "Look at me. Why would you-"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek. "I thought it was the right thing."

"Why isn't it me, huh? Why not me? What's the difference? There's nothing Shanks has done that I couldn't do."

"I trust him," you confessed. "I trust him to lead-"

"Yeah? Why not me?"

"Buggy-"

"Answer the question," Buggy snapped. "Why not me?"

"That's enough," said Shanks. "That's enough."

Shanks, he noticed, had put his arm around your shoulders protectively - as if you needed to be protected. As if you needed to be protected, from him.

"I'm leaving," Buggy said, and turned to grab his things.

He really meant it, too - he meant it, as he went downstairs and collected his clothes and weapons and souvenirs of the life he'd been living for the past twenty years. He almost grabbed a sweater of his you often liked to borrow, but left it.

He'd been so stupid to believe that anything could change. That he'd finally be like Shanks, an equal. He would never be as good as Shanks. He would always be second in your heart to him - third, depending on what your opinion of Mihawk was at the time.

Somehow, he'd always known.

It didn't matter if this crew, this boat, was the best chance he had at getting the One Piece. He would get it anyway, and when he did, he was going to have a good laugh at the look on you and Shanks' faces. But then again, you probably didn't care if you died peasants, as long as you had each other, and you'd probably be thrilled to be rid of him-

"...Buggy?"

He heard a creak and turned to see you holding the sweater.

"You forgot something," you said quietly, holding it out to him. Buggy shook his head.

"It's worn out. It's all... stretched, and you got stains on it, and there's too many holes. It's beyond repair."

All lies. You were particularly careful with this sweater, because it wasn't just your favorite - you knew it was Buggy's favorite, too.

You frowned, staring down at it and searching for a tear.

"You can throw it out, for all I care," and Buggy slammed the lid of his suitcase down.

"It's really warm," you said, "...And I don't want to."

You pulled it over your head, sleeves hanging far past where your arms could stretch. Buggy watched you, unable to look away.

He had forgotten how cute you could be when you weren't stabbing him in the back.

"Why'd you come down?" he asked, fixing a resentful expression on his face. "Figured you'd be celebrating with Shanks right now."

"I'm not gonna let you leave, Bug. You really are crazy if you thought I would."

"What's the point in me staying? You as good as said it back there, there's nothing I do that Shanks doesn't do better-"

"And how do you think I feel?" you snapped. "You think it felt good, watching him be stronger my whole life? Knowing that no matter what I did, Roger was never gonna respect me more than him? Did you even think about the fact that when I let Shanks be captain, I took it away from myself, too?"

Truthfully, Buggy had never thought to consider it.

"Do you know why I put up with it?"

"Tell me."

"Because he goddamn deserves it," you stated. "He deserves every bit of respect he gets. He's nearly the best swordsman because he trained to be, he's a fighter because he fought to be, and he's never once faltered when I needed him. He's a leader, and that's not who we are. So you can walk away from me and him and the One Piece, and be a big baby, but there's a reason why I chose him over myself. Do you not think I'm capable, Buggy? Do you not think I'm good enough?"

"You're good enough."

"I know I am. But you didn't see me throwing a fit on the deck. Making him captain doesn't mean that I think Shanks is better than you, because I don't think he's better than me, either. We all have jobs."

"Yeah? What's yours?"

"Doctor," you said. "And sniper, and cook, for now."

"And what about me?" Buggy asked, leaning against the wall and fixing his gaze on you. "If I stayed, what would you have me do?"

"I'd let you be first mate. And shipwright. And blacksmith. You're talented with making things."

"I didn't think you'd noticed."

"Of course I have," you said. "I'm wearing something you made right now."

It's true, you were. Buggy had gotten into knitting a long time ago, during lazy days on the Oro Jackson in his youth, and had decided to make a sweater for you after seeing how cold you got. He'd lost his nerve in the middle of the project and begun making it in his size instead of yours after fearing you wouldn't want it, but it ended up in your hands anyway.

You approached Buggy, tentatively, the long sleeves of the sweater draping off your wrists. He eyed you as you stared up at him, pleadingly, and then threw your arms around him as if you trap him, and could make him stay there forever.

"Please stay," you whispered, voice muffled by his shoulder.

Buggy smirked, holding you.

"I didn't think you would beg, doll."

"...Only for you."

Maybe he would stay a little longer.

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That Tweet, take 2

OK, so my first reaction to That Tweet, by Djenks, was as follows:

My money is on DJenks realizing that he shat the bed & now furiously trying to write himself out of the corner he's in. (My second guess is that he basically already knows there won't be a Season 3, but there's some network or business-related reason for not announcing it yet.)

But now that I've had a bit more time to think about it, I am kind of seeing a scenario where he could've intended it to be a fuckery all along.

Step one is that we imagine him being a bit disappointed by how Lucius's death fooled absolutely no-one. It's likely that he was planning for the reveal that he was alive to be a much bigger moment than it actually was; maybe he even has some Big Reveal ideas that he had to put on ice once it became clear that there was very little actual suspense surrounding Lucius's fate. This is, obviously, since I don't know him personally, a big hairy guess, but it seems like a very plausible reaction for someone to have, when they put a lot of effort into planning a surprise and it falls flat because everyone guessed it.

Step two is him deciding to sell Izzy's "death" a little harder, with the emotional death scene and the funeral (where we do not actually see the body, and a mourner, Wee John, is missing) and all. It's laying it on a little thick, in my opinion, but again, we did all confidently (and correctly) assume that Lucius was alive based on the evidence that "this show wouldn't do that" and "The Stede-Ed reunion won't work if he's really dead," so you can see how a showrunner could, hypothetically, get to--

Step three, is Djenks opening up his socials at the crack of dawn on Thursday morning, expecting to see reams of speculation and analysis about how Izzy could have survived, and being genuinely shocked to instead find seas of angry and devastated fans suggesting that he should perhaps give up television in favor of a career in going and fucking himself.

Step four, realizing that he drastically overshot the mark re: creating genuine suspense over character death, he tweets out a big obvious hint.

I don't love this interpretation--for one thing, there is nothing in the episode we saw that would provide a plausible in-universe reason for faking Izzy's death. It would be pretty easy to create one--have Prince Ricky No-Nose vow personal vengeance against Izzy Hands in specific for calling him a syphilitic cunt/his role in foiling the "end of piracy" scheme--but we did not see anything like that. To make the funeral scene work as a fuckery, it would be necessary to insert a flashback between the "death" and the funeral in which A) this happens, and B) the other characters find out about it. That's a cheap trick that I personally hate--the old, "Haha, I made you feel a thing by deliberately withholding context"--but again, if it's an overcorrection for the complete and abject failure of the effort to create suspense around Lucius's fate, I guess I can live with it.

If Izzy's death is a fuckery, that addresses a lot of the other problems with the finale. First, Ed and Stede's obviously-doomed, harebrained scheme to give up piracy and be innkeepers (in a dilapidated shack, on an island where we see no other people or settlements) is plausibly funny, as long as we aren't thinking that Izzy died for it.

Second, the tonal whiplash of going from the funeral to the wedding is also fine if everyone involved knows perfect well that the guest of honor at the funeral is actually recuperating just offscreen.

(Thirdly, there's Captain Frenchie--I haven't seen much discussion of that, but the only problem I had with it is that I can't think of any moments from the season where he stood out as being a leader for the crew. I might've missed something; he's not one of my particular blorbos, but it wouldn't have taken much, just something you can look back on and see how it was setting up him becoming captain.

And, crucially, we do have those few little moments of setup for Frenchie as First Mate to Captain Izzy. Frenchie was there during the dark days, during which he presumably underwent some skill development, pirate-wise, and definitely bonded with Izzy to some extent. We see him holding Izzy's hand during his breakdown, and he presumably helped hide him and definitely lied to Blackbeard about it, and then how they were sitting in the cell on Zheng's ship--it isn't a whole lot, but you can look back and see why it makes sense for Izzy to pick him.)

Making Izzy's death a fuckery doesn't do anything to fix the way the whole Zheng thing fell flat. (Why give her a massive fleet in the first place, only to take it away? Why did we get those scenes of ships being towed across land? What was she doing selling soup on the Republic of Pirates? For that matter, why did she come to the Caribbean in the first place, after becoming Pirate Queen of the Chinese seas?) It doesn't help with how Ed and Stede keep repeating the same beats of getting closer, then running away, then reuniting without ever talking about their relationship or their issues. It doesn't address why the Kraken Era had to go that dark, if the whole thing was just going to be smoothed over in the space between episodes 4 and 5, and how Ed never really takes responsibility for any of what he did.

However, middle installments of trilogies are notoriously difficult to write, and it isn't particularly fair to judge them before you get to the last part. Most of the weak points could look better in hindsight once we know how it all turns out.

(And, not for nothing, as long as Izzy is alive, we can still get something where Ed reckons with the Kraken Era, and particularly-but-not-exclusively what he did to Izzy. I don't see how that works with a dead Izzy, though--it's too easy for Ed to keep minimizing what he did and offloading blame onto him.)

There isn't a whole lot of evidence for an Izzy Lives scenario. All we have is:

This Show Wouldn't Do That (which, recall, was point 1 in why we didn't believe Lucius was dead. However, it is weakened by the absence of point 2--unlike with Lucius, the person who "killed" Izzy isn't a character we're expected to like or root for.)

No body at the funeral. I initially interpreted the funeral as being intended as proof that Izzy was really dead, a sort of "don't get your hopes up, guys," after what happened with Lucius. But again, if we're thinking about the framing of Izzy's "death" as an overcorrection to how completely non-fooled we all were by Lucius's, maaaaaybe not? I mean, if he really wanted to hammer the nail into the coffin, we would have seen Izzy lying in the grave, or his body being sewn into a shroud of sailcloth (as was the custom), or something. (Also, point 2b, the unicorn did have two legs.)

No Wee John at the funeral. There are certainly Doylist reasons he might've been left out--maybe the way the shooting schedule worked out, it saved money or some other resource to just leave him out of that scene, something like that. But for an in-universe reason, "somebody had to stay back and nurse Izzy" makes a lot of sense. (I mean, if this show operated on real-world logic, someone would have had to stay with the ship, but that's never been a concern before.) Wee John helping Izzy with his makeup for Calypso's birthday was presumably a bonding experience that involved some vulnerability on Izzy's part, so it would be weird for him to just nope out of the funeral, but plausible that Izzy would find him acceptable as a caregiver.

Stede and Ed's conversation over Izzy's grave could, just barely, make sense as a conversation about how Ed and Izzy are now on separate paths, with no particular guarantee that they'll see each other again. It takes a certain amount of massaging to make it fit, but it almost could? (Except Zheng's part really doesn't--unless the grave actually contains someone Ed cares about, or she isn't in on the secret that the funeral is a fuckery.)

I'm not in love with any of this, or even particularly convinced by it--my enthusiasm for any Season 3 is going to be pretty dampened, unless the announcement that it's been picked up includes the information that Con O'Neill has a contract to appear as a major character in all 8/10/whatever episodes--but IDK, I guess it's maybe not outside the realm of possibility? Ish?

#our flag means death #ofmd #izzy hands #I'm just spitballing here

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Summary: An encounter with a devil fruit user puts Sanji and Usopp in the spotlight (Sanuso, with a little Frobin too. about 2k) @sanusoweek

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Another island, another corrupted tyrant, another problem.

It was the same old, same old for the straw hats, and as things continued to look dark and grim, Sanji kept reminding himself, that they'd pull out of this. They'd just have to see this through like they always did. They'd pull through--all of them, somehow, because that's what they did on Luffy's crew. They beat the odds, and they made it-every time.

"Every time, Usopp! Every time!" Sanji choked, stroking Usopp's cheek, brushing flowers out of his slack-jawed mouth. "We don't die Usopp! We don't die! We make it! We live, damn you, we live!"

Salot, the devil-fruit tyrant who had used his strange devil-fruit ability, the byoki byoki no mi, to create a strange and fearsome cult, about love, fate, and flowers to control an island, stood across from the duo and laughed. Flowers, little pink delicate blooms, poured from his hands, the same that poured from Usopp's mouth.

"Get a load of this! Unlike your Captain, it seems this young man has an unrequited love! How sad for him!" Salot boasted, into a little pink den-den Mushi, grinning into the creature's eyes as his visage and voice were broadcasted all over the island, "But I won't be saving him. I won't release him from the curse of loneliness... you hear that Straw-Hat Luffy? I'm going to let your man die, and you can just watch!"

Sanji disregarded Salot, and the den-den mushi and tried to remember what Chopper had told him just hours ago.

***

"Don't let him touch you!" Chopper had warned his fellow Straw hats, his little face serious and stricken. "Salot can affect you with Hanahaki!"

"Hana-loogi?" Luffy repeated, wrinkling his nose.

"Hanahaki!" Chopper snapped. "A strange and terrible disease found on warmer islands on the Grand Line. It's a disease brought about by weather conditions, and..." Chopper hesitated, "strangely enough, by heartache."

"Heartache?" Sanji repeated, his brows shooting into his hairline.

Chopper nodded.

***

Salot held up the small pink flower that had grown from his hand. He leered into the Den-den Mushi's face and spoke, "Angelonia. A very small little flower. You can find them in shades of pink, or purple, or soft blues... looks like the boy's sickness is pink." Salot laughed as if there was some amusement to be found in Usopp's limp body and the flowers that poured out of his mouth.

"They're found in wedding bouquets quite often. Not the prominent flower... a background flower. Something to make a bouquet pop, and add a little something extra to the large flowers. A little flower, that means love, purity, and affection. Quite the strange flower to come pouring out of his mouth. This flower doesn't represent doubt at all... as if this person here was just happy enough to love someone, and didn't fear rejection."

Salot glanced at Sanji, and pointed the Den-den Mushi to the pale blonde's face.

"Say," Salot drawled, "You were his friend. Do you know who he liked? Who he loved? Who he was happy to love, and never planned to confess to? Do you have any idea who it is... that he's about to die for?"

***

"On certain islands in the spring, spores of a tree rain down from the mountains. If the spore gets in your lungs, and you have a..." Chopper fumbled for the right word, "A regret. Um... an unfulfilled feeling... if you love someone, but haven't confessed, or if the feeling is unrequited, you'll grow flowers in your lungs. It takes about three days. If you don't confess your secret, then the flower's roots will choke you out and destroy your lungs. You'll die... you'll drown and suffocate in flowers, and die!"

"So when tried to touch me, Sally-boy tried to get me sick!" Luffy obsevered, smacking his fist into his palm.

***

"Kind of a cheap power!" Franky snorted.

"But that's what his whole island is about! Getting people to fall in love, or come to him for love advice so he can scam them out of their money!" Nami pointed out.

"And then kill them with their own secrets if he can't drain anything out of them," Brook tutted distasteful. "Tragic."

"Look... it may not seem serious, but his version of the Hanahaki disease works much faster! He's killing the people he touches in three minutes!" Chopper pointed out. "If you have any unsaid feelings for someone, and he makes you sick, you need to confess them in three minutes or you'll die! So don't let Salot touch you!"

"Right!" They all agreed.

***

"But then, maybe it was you," Salot mocked as he took a step closer to Sanji.

Sanji looked up at Salot, tears pouring unbidden down his cheeks.

Salot smiled, his grin cutting through his face like a ragged tear through overstretched fabric. "Maybe it was you... he did jump in front of you to prevent you from being hit. Is that why his flowers are Angelonia's? He's happy to love you... even if you perhaps... love someone else?"

Salot's eyes then darted to a nearby screen, where at a glance Sanji saw Nami's face. She, looked stricken, standing over an unconscious goon of Salot's, clearly watching the televised drama from one of the screens. Surely, all of the Straw Hats were aware of Usopp's fate, aware that he'd been put under Salot's spell... and then had said nothing as flowers poured from his mouth. Said nothing, but merely crumpled. Quietly giving in to the effect of the flower.

"Still, it's a shitty power. Just confess the truth if he touches you," Zoro huffed.

***

"Rejection is hard to hear... notice how many on this island are young. Younger people struggle with brokenhearted feelings... Salot certainly found the right people to manipulate," Jinbe mourned, shaking his head.

"If anyone has any secret affections they've been keeping to themselves, maybe they should just say them now, so Salot can't harm you," Robin cautioned. She then turned to Franky and looked him in the eye. "On that regard, Franky. I find I have quite a bit of ardent affection for you."

Franky's jaw had dropped, and his whole face went bright red. Luffy started laughing, while Nami gasped and shook Robin's arm in excitement over the sudden and abrupt confession. Sanji had almost fainted at the terrible reveal, while he leaned mournfully against Usopp who had been very quiet since Chopper had explained the disease.

Before Franky could answer Robin's confession, they'd been attacked and Sanji had lost sight of everyone for a while. At one point, while Sanji was fighting off one of Salot's men, an older man with robotic legs that could kick through steel, Sanji saw Franky on screen.

Franky was choking around the large petals of pale, pink primroses. He had gone to his knees, the flowers sapping him of his strength. Salot had laughed and gloated for a solid minute but then Robin had appeared on a wave of limbs and batted the idiot away like he was nothing. She rushed to Franky's side and encouraged him, "Franky! Hurry and reject me! Then the flowers will clear-"

"R-Reject ya?! Is that what you think! Robin!" Franky coughed spitting out a large full bloom, "Robin, I've loved ya' since I sat with you on the sea train and looked into your sad blue eyes! I never met a woman more regal or strong than you. I admire you for your strength and-" He might have gone on to say more, but he then threw up a literal pile of Primroses, while Robin hugged him with naked relief.

***

It was recalling Franky's return confession and his recovery from the Hanahaki that had Sanji looking back down at Usopp.

"Usopp," Sanji rasped, shaking the limp man in his arms. "Usopp, Usopp, please! There's less than a minute! Wake up and confess! Whoever it is, if they're here on this island, just say it! Please Usopp! Please! Please, fight this!"

Usopp's eyes fluttered as if he were trying to open them, but his face merely rolled to rest against Sanji's collarbone.

"Well, my faithful followers, and you too Straw Hats... this has been rather fun! But I've got another guest here... so why don't we see what flowers he makes too!" Salot simpered and winked into the Den-den Mushi's eyes, always the showman.

Sanji ignored Salot as he approached. He didn't care if the man touched him. He had to get Usopp to open his eyes, he had to get him to speak.

"Usopp! Usopp, please! Please! Say something! Wake up! Don't just let it end here! Don't give up! Don't die! Don't be afraid! You have nothing to be afraid of! Whoever you love, no matter if they reject or accept you, I'll be here for you Usopp!"

Salot touched Sanji on the back of his head, and Wisteria started to slide out of Sanji's mouth. It was painful. His throat itched, and his lungs instantly ached. His breath competed with the flowers that crowded his chest, and the flowers were winning.

Salot laughed, and Sanji choked on a large bundle of purple plumes, "U-Ussop! I'll be here for you no matter... no matter what... because Usopp... Usopp, I love you!"

Many things happened at once.

Luffy's fist came careening into Salot's surprised face, and the den-den mushi fell to the ground, while it kept a faithful eye on Sani and Usopp.

Usopp opened his eyes, Sanji's confession seeming to shock the life back into him, as Sanji threw up all of the Wisteria flowers that were trying to bloom inside him.

And then Usopp croaked a shaky whisper, "I love you, Sanji."

Usopp gagged, and wretched, Angeloina flowers poured out of him in great waves as Sanji held the man to him. Sanji was feeling too much at once. Relief. Fear. Love. Joy. Happiness... and blind rage.

"You idiot!" Sanji hissed clutching the sniper to him, "You fucking idiot! Why didn't you tell me?! You could have just said!"

"I... I thought it was Nami," Usopp rasped, still looking very weak from how close the Angelonia flowers had brought him to death. Usopp's eyelashes fluttered, and he shook his head in the crook of Sanji's arm. "I... Robin had already confessed to... to Franky. And You were sad... I could tell. I didn't want to make it worse."

Sanji would have shaken Usopp within an inch of his life if Usopp hadn't already come so close to death. If Usopp's reluctance wasn't Sanji's fault for not being honest.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" Sanji spat, and then he kissed Usopp, because as mad as he was, he needed to reassure Usopp, that yes, he did indeed still loved him. He loved him very much indeed.

But Usopp was in so much trouble as soon as this kiss was over!

#doodle #sanuso #kazi fanfic #angst #romance #confession #happy ending #Sanusoweek #frobin

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queen-shiba · 9 months

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I'M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH CAN WE HAVE THE ROYAL WEDDING PLS PLS PLS

Now and Forever

@killersweetie @leonistic

Author's note: I did take a few liberties [more than a few because google is fucking useless]... I hope it's worth the read

Today was the day! The day everyone was waiting for...

4 years ago, Leona found his one and only.

Now, you two were sealing the deal.

Imani, Falena's wife.. You two got along quite well. So well, you asked her to be the maid of honor!

She accepted, of course, and was proud to be there with you and help you with your dress.

Everyone was so excited!

You and Leona had agreed on the color being yellow for the wedding crew.

Sunset colors were being set up for this big event!

Today, you were so very excited to see Leona, but alas, you had to wait.

As did he.

Now he stood in the dressing room, adorned in gold and all sorts of lovely colors.

Falena, surprisingly enough, was chosen as the best man, considering he helped Leona through the first stage.

Leona couldn't be more thankful to his older brother for this...

He stood behind him, wearing a yellow suit, clearly very happy for his little brother.

"Are you excited?" Falena asked, watching Leona practically shake with joy.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He smiled softly.

Nothing condescending... not smug...

A genuine smile.

Truly, this was an amazing day for him.

Falena was happy for Leona!

He finally found someone to love... and someone who loved him just as much.

"I'm glad. And proud of you, little brother." Falena pulled him into a hug, resisting the urge to tear up.

There were so many unexplainable emotions he felt...

One was certainly pride... seeing his brother shine so bright...

It was something to be proud of.

Leona returned the hug with a chuckle, "Don't go getting all sappy on me. Save that for the event."

Falena could only nod, finally pulling back, "Right.." He beamed at him as Cheka came rushing in, "Mjomba! Baba! It's almost time!" He smiled, "Come on! Everyone is waiting!"

He pulled the two men along, careful not to mess up anyone's outfits.

Leona was positioned outside under a great big tree in the Savanah off to the side, standing across from where you'd be.

He could only imagine how beautiful you'd look....

He was excited to see you in your dress...

Just you in general..

The crowd of people stood extatically, awaiting your entrance.

The steady beat of a drum went off, and your bride's maids came in, dancing, making quite the entrance for you, clearing the way as you came down that isle.

You looked... beautiful... gold, colorful fabrics.. everything was just perfect...

You were perfect.

Leona had to keep himself together. Don't jump. Don't scream. Try not to cry..

Kifaji smiled softly, watching as Leona tried to get a hold of his emotions.

He'd truly come a long way...

He was glad he got to see it.

Now, you stood face to face with your lover, taking him in.

He was breath taking...

Everything you could ever ask for..

There you were, ready to tie the knot and be together forever..

It was time.

You couldn't control your smile, and neither could he as the music died down, and you finally got to vow your loyalty to one another.

Food and drinks were brought out, and music started right back up with guests cheering and singing your praises.

You danced all evening, up to midnight.

Eating and drinking, you both were focused on each other.

You could only stare into those deep green pools that you'd fallen in love with all those years ago.

You would dedicate everything to him, and he would do the same for you.

This, you could be sure of.

As the festivities came to a close, you and your newly wed husband held one another close.

"Ninashukuru kupata kutumia maisha yangu na wewe..." He buried his face in your hair, with a smile, holding you by your waist as if you might fade if he let go.

"We'll stay together, now and forever..." You reciprocated his affections.

This would last forever...

The End!

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chronicowboy · 10 months

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every atom of me was made for you | 3.6k

Eddie hates it when his and Buck's shifts don't line up. It's a rare occurrence these days, but every now and then the scheduling gods frown upon them. And, look, Eddie knows he and Buck might be a little co-dependent, but that's not the reason he hates being separated from his partner on the job. He can get through his own Buck-less shifts fine. Sure, he'd prefer having Buck at his back, never wavering in his trust for the person at the other end of the line, never having to look over his shoulder in a burning building, never waiting for more than a few seconds for the right tool to be pressed into his hand. But he can handle a shift with people he knows at a professional level. It's when Buck is the one at the firehouse with an alien crew that Eddie can't handle being apart.

B-shift is a few people down after a pretty bad three-alarm fire downtown took three firefighters out with varying levels of severity—Santiago got a concussion from a falling beam, George broke a few ribs when she fell through the floor, Kent's ankle is fractured from an unfortunately timed crumbling wall—so there's a scramble to cover the absences. Normally, Eddie would volunteer immediately, needing the extra money to pay for Christopher's camp this summer. But camp is a week away, and he only has a few more days to soak up his son before he leaves him for two whole weeks. So, he lets himself be selfish.

Buck, of course, does no such thing. Eddie shouldn't have expected it, but he'd kind of thought Buck would decline the offer too—after all, he's spent the past month complaining about Christopher's impending departure too. So, Buck volunteers to cover along with Hen who takes any opportunity for more money with her new little girl at home and Chimney who has a wedding looming on the horizon. And Eddie feels a little better about Buck having two very capable and trustworthy people with him.

But the uneasiness doesn't fade completely. It never does. Ever since the lightning—and realising he's madly, deeply in love with Evan Buckley—Eddie has had a difficult time settling whenever he can't see Buck. It's wholly irrational, and he's working through it with Frank, but it doesn't stop him from turning nauseous with worry every time it takes Buck more than a few seconds to reply to his texts or pick up the phone. It's ten times worse when Buck is at the firehouse without him. Eddie spends the whole shift waiting for Bobby's name to light up his phone screen with some terribly life-altering news. But that doesn't happen. Instead, it's Buck's name flashing on his screen above a text containing a random fact, or a call about the ridiculous scene they'd just wrapped up or a FaceTime to prove that Eddie does in fact own an extensive collection of DVDs in this day and age.

(Each time he sees Buck's name, there's still the lingering fear that it will be a goodbye of some sort; a hastily typed text, a voice message, a shaky phone call.)

He's getting better at handling it, but he doesn't think he'll ever be able to stop worrying about Buck like this. It's just part of loving someone so much. So, he does his best to keep himself distracted until Buck texts him at the end of his shift to let him know he got back to the loft—not home—safe. Except today, when Christopher is actually asleep in bed and not playing Zelda under his blanket, there's a knock on the door that has Eddie's hackles rising instantly.

It's a trembling breath that carries him to the front door, a thousand reasonable scenarios of what could be waiting for him on the other side forming in his head. And then, he finds a haggard Bobby stood on his porch, Captain's truck parked just behind his truck, and all reason flies out the fucking window.

"Bobby, what—"

"I'm sorry, I know it's late," he sighs apologetically, a furrow to his brows as his eyes drift off somewhere to his side.

"Bobby," Eddie pleads, heart contorting in his chest. "Bobby, Buck, is he—"

"Oh, Eddie, no." Bobby's face turns a little sheepish as he reaches off to the side. "He's fine." Bobby drags an unsteady Buck into the doorway, and Eddie takes in a gasping breath of ice cold relief.

(OR: buck head injury fic #1 where eddie spends his day off worrying about buck and buck doesn't think that best friends worry about each other the way they do)

@danielsousa @binickmiller @jamietarts @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @buddstiel @organizedstardust @theoneandonlypigeon @anatargmova @alyxmastershipper @buckley-diaz-rules @blazeturbo102 @panbuckley @slowlyfoggydestiny @thatnamewill-probably-change @compactdiscmp3 @batgrldes @scattered-winter @prince-buck-diaz @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy

#sami rambles #silly little men!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#just something small and light after my last few fics :)#911 fanfic #911 fic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic

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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year

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Imagine Waiting For Shanks To Return To Tell Him Surprising News

Shanks X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes and a dagger is involved

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) Hello readers! I should finally start getting back into the swing of things now that Christmas is here! I’ve missed writing so much and I have ideas I’ve been wanting to write especially about One Piece. Back in November I had went to see Red and to made me fall in love with the story. So now I have started reading and watching One Piece and Shanks and Zoro are my faves. So I’m starting out with Shanks but I have an idea for Zoro and an idea for Sanji so just keep an eye out hopefully I can write those soon! But I am still learning about this universe so mostly these imagines are just for funsies so don’t take them too seriously! X3 But it feels good to write again and I look forward to posting more! So until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You stood upon the shore of Foosha Village’s port watching the horizon as you did every evening as the sun began to set in the sky. The salty waves crashing the shore sent droplets of water to spatter against the hem of your flowing gown as the breeze billowed your hair behind you tangling it just enough that you would have to brush it when you got home. Nobody of the village would bother you at these moments, as you were waiting and hoping for Shanks to return and soon. Usually you were on the boat with him just another piece of his large crew. But the last time he docked at Foosha you were ill and couldn’t get well in time for him and the crew to set sail. So he left you with a house upon a private cove overlooking the ocean to see when he sailed in and in the care of Makino as he knew that she would take the best of care of you until you were well again.

“You won’t be long,” you had asked him weakly.

He gave a gentle smile with a hint of sadness, “I’ll try my best. Wait for me to return upon that far horizon.”

“Okay,” you whispered falling back to sleep to escape another bout of nausea.

That had been six months ago and now you stood upon the sand watching and waiting with a protective hand over your swollen belly. Makino had fetched the village doctor when you hadn’t improved in several days and that’s when your pregnancy was revealed. Wedded to the notorious red haired pirate and now mother to said pirate’s child. You were nervous about how Shanks would take the news when he finally returned, yes he already had an adopted daughter in Uta, but having a baby while he was so busy was something you were afraid he wouldn’t accept. You also feared he’d leave you behind once more, only to never return leaving you alone to raise the child that he helped create.

You kicked at the sand in frustration as the familiar ship didn’t part the horizon like you hoped. As the temperature began to drop as the sun sank lower you shivered, you decided to go back home. Your older more comfortable clothes no longer fit thanks to your large stomach so you had to make do with the flowing gowns Makino dredged up for you. With soup bubbling in the pot above the fire you dished some out and ate before deciding to just go ahead and sleep. You hadn’t been able to sleep much lately as the baby was beginning to grow more restless and keeping you awake for majority of the night with their squirming and moving. It didn’t take long for you to slip into dreamless sleep as the exhaustion was starting to get too much to bear.

Shanks knew that you wouldn’t be awake at this hour but he had pushed his crew to make it back to you tonight. He had been gone a lot longer than he intended, and while he knew you would understand he couldn’t help but still feel that pang of guilt deep inside. Since getting to know each other you both hadn’t left each other’s sides in so long. So leaving you alone without anyone there at all times of the day was a horrible feeling he never wanted to repeat. His bed in his captains' quarters had never been colder since he had to leave you behind. Now as his crew were about ready to drop he had them rush through docking the ship and making preparations to stay for at least a few days. He had much catching up to do with you and preparing you and all the supplies for an extra person tagging along once more.

With the familiar boat docked in the bay he searched for you, it was late but he was sure that you would still be up looking for his return. When you didn’t show up rushing towards him with open arms Shanks gave his men free rein to do whatever they pleased (as he knew they wouldn’t take advantage of the good people of Foosha) he made his way towards the place he had bought you to stay. Upon the top of the cove he saw your place all dark and lifeless. He couldn’t stop the panic welling in his chest as horrible thoughts came to his mind. Surely you were okay? Shanks rushed in catching the door with his one hand before it could bang against the wall, while he was losing his mind he knew that there could still be the possibility that you were just sleeping. His worries eased as he saw the freshly dirty dishes and the smoldering fire in the hearth, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw you. So to the bedroom he went where the sight that he beheld made him suck in a breath. There you laid, sleeping peacefully, warm blankets pulled to your chin. Though covered he could tell the difference in your form. Gone was the shape of the woman who was used to fighting, sailing, and climbing. Now you were round and soft and Shanks knew that the feelings that were rolling under the surface wasn’t just from seeing you for the first time in forever.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that you were pregnant and heavily so. He sat on the edge of the bed not really wanting to wake you but having a hard time controlling his self. Reaching out with a calloused hand he brushed hair from your open mouth. Your face scrunched and you mumbled something he couldn’t make out, it made him chuckle. You immediately went into action, hand rushing to underneath your pillow, you pulled a dagger out holding it to his throat in a threatening motion.

“Who are you,” you snarled ready to slit your intruder’s throat.

“Hello to you too beautiful,” Shanks chuckled again and the dagger was dropped immediately.

“Shanks??”

“Yeah,” he sighed gathering you in his arm, “it’s me sweetheart.”

“Sorry that your first greeting back was a blade to your throat.”

“Not the worst greeting I’ve ever received,” he smiled cupping your cheek. “It’s good to know that you never lost those reflexes that you honed all those years sailing with me.”

“Well,” you pinched his cheek, “I can’t spoil my husband’s good name by being weak.”

“You’ve never been mistaken for weak and never will be. I’m the idiot who left you though in this condition.”

You hung your head ashamed, “We didn’t know. I’m sorry I didn’t send word to you. I was afraid you wouldn’t be happy.”

“How could I not be happy?! This is amazing and such a surprise. Who knew your sickness was just symptoms from being pregnant?”

“I’m sure the rocking boat didn’t help with the puking and bouts of nausea.”

“Yeah we rocked the boat ourselves on several occasions that’s what got you into this state in the first place,” the mischievousness in his gaze was not lost on you.

“Shaaaaaanks,” you whined punching his shoulder.

“Kidding,” he kissed you softly. “But not really, cause it is the truth.”

Moments passed by quietly as you just held one another basking in the presence that you both missed greatly. The sound of the ocean outside your little home bringing back so many memories over the years you both had spent on the high seas together. It was just a perfect moment that Shanks knew he had to interrupt, though he didn’t want to.

“Want to go see the crew,” he asked breaking the peace. “They’ve missed you almost as much as I have.”

Though your body was exhausted and you were embarrassed about how big you have grown, you couldn’t deny your red haired pirate or his lovable crew. “I need to change into something warmer and can you help me get there? The walk has been getting more difficult in my state.”

“You don’t even need to ask.”

Shanks held your hand tightly as he helped you down some of the steep slopes to the sandy beach below. While your little cove away had seemed so cold and lonely the last few months, this was the first time in awhile you enjoyed the walk with the warm hand squeezing yours with gentle pressure. Life without Shanks around was boring but mostly it was lonely. His warming presence was something you never really thought about until it wasn’t around. And whatever fear that had been pressing upon you, keeping you from enjoying watching your baby grow within you dissipated with his contagious grin. His ship came into view and you could see the guys buzzing back and forth taking care of the ship’s needs before theirs. You glared at your sheepish husband at seeing how exhausted his men were.

“I couldn’t help it,” he defended himself. “I was desperate to see you and so were they.”

“Treat them to a good meal tomorrow and some good ale,” you elbowed him.

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed wanting to stay in your good graces. As soon as the hard working crew spotted you with their captain a roaring cheer lifted into the night sky. You could have sworn the ship rocked even harder than the waves crashing against it with the excited men. You laughed using Shanks as a sturdy crutch as you waddled across the shifting sand. They tossed themselves overboard stampeding toward you and Shanks. Shanks pulled you protectively into his side bracing you behind him just in case his rambunctious men got out of control. But as soon as they saw your condition they skidded to a stop in awe. “Surprise,” you teased sheepishly. Silence passed before a loud roar sounded out and several sharp slaps to Shanks back left him staggering and his back stinging. Some of the men softly asked if they could touch their stomach, as they were remembering pregnant wives at one point in their lives. You agreed tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as they accepted you and the little one inside. It felt so good to have your husband and friends back and you couldn’t wait to get back onto the seas sailing with your family with a new addition in tow.

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dailyreverie · 7 months

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The wedding party

@flufftober - Day 2 Family, Friends, Loved Ones

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem. reader

Word count: 755

CW: Alcohol consumption, everyone is drunk.

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When Steve looked around the room, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He’s drunk enough to laugh even when he didn’t hear the joke since he was too busy looking at the faces of the people that surrounded him, but not so drunk that he'd forget this precious moment when he woke up the next day. He’s sure he’s never been happier, or that he will ever be as much.

The mid-priced champagne that had your usual crew drunk on the floor of your tiny living room matched the shine of the ring he so carefully slid on your finger a week ago; it shined from where your hand rested on his thigh, making his eyes get constantly lost in it. It was the reason everyone was there, telling stories of how Steve had been head over heels for you from day one. He didn’t care, they could laugh all they wanted, he had finally got his girl after all.

Before your modest gathering, there had been an evening of greeting relatives and hugging people both of you hadn’t seen in ages: aunts, uncles and cousins from both your families that you had to invite to the party, after all, Steve's parents had graciously offered their house for the official engagement celebration, for the grand, showy affair. However, both of you had secretly longed for an intimate gathering afterward with the only people in the world you truly wanted to celebrate with.

“It’s obviously Robin who’s gonna be the maid of honor,” Max confirmed to a conversation that Steve had not been paying attention to before, only then catching the way the girl’s words were slurring. “I’m happy to just be invited, honestly.”

“Well, yes, Robin will be my maid of honor, but you’re insane if you think you and El are not gonna be one of my bridesmaids, whether you like it or not young lady.” Your statement made Max’s eyes shine, her tough demeanor crumbling by such a simple act of your pure adoration for her. Robin’s pride didn’t go unnoticed by either Steve or you, as she raised her glass to you and you responded to the gesture with your own.

“Okay but who’s going to be your best man, Harrington?” Dustin interrupts the sweet moment, his tone more urgent than expected.

“You gotta be careful with the Harrington now, she’s gonna be Harrington too now soon.” Steve nudged his shoulder with yours, his future wife, and the sweet words made a high-pitched chorus of “aww” ‘s from Robin, Max, Will, and El. At the same time, though you noticed the less-than-impressed expressions on the faces of your other guests.

“Cut the crap, Steve.” Lucas chimes in.

“Yeah, who’s it gonna be?” Mike adds. Steve grunts, and you try to reassure him with a squeeze to his leg.

“Do we really have to do this right now? You’re all drunk.” Your fiancée tries to calm them down, but their state only heightened their emotions.

“Yes, we have to do this right now! They already did it!” Dustin speaks again, referring to the bridal party that was so peacefully put together in a matter of seconds. “What’s it gonna take? You want me to fight them?”

Eddie, who was pretty much just happy to be there, opens his eyes in shock and turns to look at him. “I’m not gonna fight anyone for the position, it was already mine.” With a huff Steve covered his face, he really should have seen it coming.

The younger men stood up with wounded expressions, spiraling into a debate filled with accusations of "How dare you?" and "What's wrong with you?". Their bickering mixed with the girlish giggles from you and your future bridesmaids, which made the evening much more amusing.

“What a family we’ve chosen, huh?” You whispered close to his ear, giving a kiss to his cheek right after, Both of you shared a laugh as you watched the spectacle unfold.

“And we’re the only ones to blame” He joked back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nestling comfortably against him as you found yourself in his warm embrace, taking it all in. As their fight kept going, Steve suddenly realized that they were arguing over who knew him better and who loved him more.

"I wouldn't change it for the world," he admitted.

"Neither would I," you replied, placing another sweet kiss on his cheek. All with the occasional chaos, you treasured this chosen family with every beat of your now-combined hearts.

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thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight · 1 year

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Hawks x pro hero reader. Where hawks is in an interview and every question is about reader.

(Maybe like the google interview. U know the most googled things about him?)

I love these kind of fics!!

Made it a small drabble instead:

𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴

(Hawks x GN!reader)

Warnings: slight mention of vomit. Nothing graphic.

"Heyo! I'm Japan's number two hero, Hawks…and this is the Wired AutoComplete Interview…whatever that means." He glanced over at one of the staff who stood behind the camera. They gave him a thumbs up, to which he returned.

Interviews were never his favorite. He didn't mind a bit of banter, but reporters always wanted the latest scoop of drama and many were pushy about it. He always knew how to weasel his way out of it, but he still preferred to not engage.

Lucky him, however, this interview was supposed to be more lighthearted. The staff weren't even the ones asking him questions! For the most part they'd be silent. Hawks had all the freedom here. It was a nice change of pace.

Camera man: Have you ever Googled yourself before?

"Absolutely…not, no, never. I don't need to, I already know what my fans' search history is like." He looked into the camera and winked. That was a complete lie. He's looked himself up before. The results were…interesting…to say the least.

A staff member handed him the first Google board.

"Is Hawks…" He rips off the thin layer of white paper, "single?" He laughed, surprised by the question. His relationship with you had become public a few months ago. Seems like some people still didn't know. "Straight to the point, I respect it! No, I'm not. Sorry about that, better luck next time."

He reached over and ripped the next piece of paper off the board, "Is Hawks…taken?" Crew members burst out laughing as Hawks sat there dumbfounded.

"Isn't that just the same question? The first search wasn't enough?" He teased, "I think we know the answer to that already."

He sighed in relief as he ripped the next piece of paper to find that it had nothing to do with his love life.

He cleared the "Is Hawks…" board without a mention of his love life. Not that he didn't like talking about you, he just preferred to keep his relationship private. He preferred to keep most things about himself private. Exactly why he didn't like interviews.

He flew by the next few boards before he got to the "how" board.

"How…did Hawks get with Y/N." He sighed, scratching the side of his cheek, " You see…a witch—"

"I'm stopping you right there." One of the staff members cut in, causing the rest of the crew to laugh.

"No! It's a true story!" He laughed, "A witch cursed me into being a hawk, and being the kind royal highness they are, they kissed me and turned me back into a human. Well, not fully since…you know." He pointed to his wings, trying to ignore the eye rolls some of the crewmembers were giving him.

Ok so maybe that story was slightly exaggerated. Truth be told, you two had been friends for a bit before he asked you out.

But that wasn't nearly as interesting as the story he had come up with.

The interview continued to be about you. He wasn't sure why that was the only question anyone had for him but he didn't mind.

He got questions like "When did Hawks and Y/N get married? "

He said he woke up one day with a wedding ring so he wasn't sure.

(You're not married…yet.)

Do Hawks and Y/N have kids?

He said yes, you have 20 of them.

(You have one pet together. That's it)

When did Hawks and Y/N meet?

He said you broke into his house and it was love at first sight.

(You two met at a bar. You were throwing up because you had too much to drink).

He answered each question with an obvious lie, knowing full well you'd get annoyed by it. That was just his love language. Being lovingly annoying.

And that was alright, you didn't mind.

At least, you wouldn't mind once he brings back your favorite food for dinner.

Finally, he was done. He tossed the board to the side and sat back in his chair.

"Alright, I think it's time for me to go before I dig a deeper grave for myself. I'm going to go home and hope my partner doesn't kill me."

He did a two finger salute, and the interview came to an end.

#ao3 hawks #hawks x reader #hawks #mha x reader #kiego x reader #takami keigo #hawks x gender neutral reader

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despicablebisexual · 8 months

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(I Just) Died In Your Arms by Cutting Crew

part 1, part 2, part 3

Jotaro Kujo x Ex-wife!Reader

The fallout of the previous night occurs.

warnings: cheating, heavy angst

Jotaro had spent all his life cursing his ancestry for dealing him the worst cards possible. First, he’s seventeen and has to fight an ancient vampire that his great-great-grandfather didn’t defeat, then he has to mentor his teenage uncle about being a responsible stand user, and even then he’s required to keep coming back and fighting for more and more.

It wasn’t fair then and it isn’t fair now.

But all thoughts of bad luck are stripped away when he wakes up in your bed with you curled up on his chest. For a second, he believes that he woke up twenty-six again and the last six years without you were all a bad dream. Any second now, Jolyne should come running in as fast as a five year old can, and demand breakfast. Of course, when he looks around the room he’s in and realizes none of his personal affects are there, his heart breaks a little and he adjusts back to the harsh reality.

Despite the headache demanding he lay back down, he decided to do something nice for you and make you a cup of coffee. He tugs his arm from under you and rolls his eyes with a smirk as you whine at the loss of his body heat in your sleep. When he stands from the bed and realizes he’s still naked from last night’s… activities, he pulls on his tight boxers before heading out towards the kitchen. It’s dark and gloomy outside, heavy clouds getting ready to release a serious rainstorm by the looks of it. In the distance, thunder rumbles. Another classic, pop-up tropical storm, typical Florida weather.

Jotaro stands in your kitchen and squints his eyes at the coffee maker. He’s trying to make sense of it as he puts a mug underneath. He presses a button that looks like it should start brewing, but frowns when the machine turns off. He hits the button again and it starts up, the little screen lighting up. He presses another button, but this time only hot water dispenses. Shutting it off quickly, he grits his teeth. In frustration, Jotaro bangs the side of the machine. The hot water starts again and he hits the off switch again.

“Piece of shit…”

He toys with the idea of buying you a new coffee maker when the doorbell rings. Jotaro casts a glance over to the doorway. From the kitchen, one can see the front door that’s right next to the archway. Jotaro turns back to the light on the stove that reads 8:21 AM. Who the fuck was ringing the doorbell this early on a Sunday? He intends to ignore it, shrugging it off as just some door to doors salesman, but it rings again and is now accompanies by an incessant knock. Not wanting some inconsiderate asshole to wake you from your much needed rest, Jotaro strides over to the door and opens it up without even bothering to check the peephole.

“What do you want?”

A tall guy wearing a navy blue fireman’s shirt and work pants stood at the door. Both of the men furrow their brow as they take in the other.

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You woke with a groan, a sore feeling making itself known in between your legs and in your head. You rolled out of bed and entered the en suite bathroom to quickly get some headache medicine to help your throbbing head. The small pills went down easily with the help of water from the sink, and you sat down on the bed for a second.

Jotaro isn’t in the bed, but you don’t worry for once, as you can hear him messing with the coffee machine in the kitchen. The events from last night replay in your head a million times over and you can’t stop the smile that forms when you think about it. It wasn’t a promise or another set of wedding vows, but being reunited with him last night gives you newfound hope that perhaps things can be different this time. Your inner romantic takes full control of your thoughts as you flop onto your back.

Your momentary giddiness is cut off when you hear a knock at the front door. You mentally freak when you think of it being the Williams’s returning Jolyne already. You throw on a loose night shirt that was haphazardly laying by your laundry bin and pull your underwear back on. It was a little gross, but you could shower and change into actual clean clothes later.

Your feet are loud on the floors as you speedwalk to the door, but it’s too late. Jotaro has already intercepted the door and is staring at the last person you want to be standing on the other side of it. Both men turn to you with wild eyes.

“Y/n?”

“Anthony,” you test, his name suddenly like poison on your tongue.

Anthony stands at the door in utter disbelief. Shame washes over you immediately as your boyfriend of two years looks at the semi-nude forms of you and your ex-husband. It’s very, very easy to understand what transpired last night. Both of your necks are littered in hickies, the stench of sex hangs over you two like a cloud, for christ’s sake Jotaro answered the door in only his underwear, and with the way he manhandled you last night, there was surely hand shaped bruises all along your lower half: all extremely incriminating evidence that you two had spent the evening enjoying each other’s presence. And between all of that, you hadn’t even thought about Anthony once last night.

“Why are you here?” you croaked out.

Anthony is wordless as he holds up a to-go container from your favorite breakfast restaurant.

“The boys and I got breakfast after our shift.” His eyes tear up. “I wanted to make it up for missing your big night last night.”

He looks between you and Jotaro for an uncomfortably long time. You have no words or excuses and feel like a coward when you can’t even meet his eyes. You can hear the noise of two years of your life flushing down the drain.

“Guess you didn’t need me there, huh.”

“Anthony, wait–”

Anthony shoves the breakfast into your outstretched hands, stopping you from getting to him as he turns and walks back down the driveway. You try to chase him out the door, but stop as you realize the futility. He gets in his car quickly and drives off without even a bat of his eye. You’re standing in the sprinkling rain now holding the food with tears in your own eyes as you watch him drive away. Your knuckles turn white with the way you grip the bag, feeling like the world’s biggest idiot. Two years gone like that, all because you were selfish and thought you could have one night alone with Jotaro.

Jotaro.

You had forgotten all about the other tall man as you chased Anthony out the door. Turning back to look, he’s no longer standing there. You run inside, shut the door, throw the food down on the counter before heading back into your bedroom.

In the bedroom, Jotaro hurriedly pulls on all of his clothes. He’s already putting his jacket back on when you burst in.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve got work to do.”

“You’re not staying?”

He pauses as he glances at you from the side of his eye. You’re freaking out and he can tell.

“No. I’m heading out of the country again to go check on someone in Italy. Stand business.”

“What about Jolyne? Don’t you want to see her again?”

“I think I’ve fucked up enough things around here for you already.”

“So that’s it?! You come and fuck me and then you leave again?”

You’re full on spiraling at this point. Both of the only men you ever loved are walking out the door within minutes of each other and you can’t help but take in the familiar feeling of being left alone again.

Jotaro stares into your eyes with that cold, calculated expression he wears when his walls go up. You try to move to be closer to him, but he closes his eyes and shakes his head. His hands direct you a step back to create space between the two of you.

“I shouldn’t have approached you last night. It was a mistake.”

A few tears slip down your face and Jotaro fights the urge to wipe them.

“It was a mistake?”

He sighs and looks away. “Why didn’t you say you were seeing someone? He seemed like a nice guy. You need someone to take care of you.”

You look down at the ground, feeling even more ashamed when even Jotaro admits Anthony was good for you.

“I–”

You fail to come up with a proper answer and Jotaro moves past you to leave the house. You cry silently to yourself for a second before chasing after him. His hand is on the knob of the front door when you stop him.

“Because I want to be with you, Jojo.” Your tears shamelessly run down your face. You’ve got to look like a child the way you cry about wanting something.

His hand rises to cover his stupid face with that stupid hat he always wore. Unbeknownst to you, he’s averting his eyes because every single alarm bell is ringing in Jotaro’s mind yelling at him to stay where he is. Stay with you. You’re good for him. You belong together.

But the voice reminding him that he left for your and Jolyne’s safety, although quieter, is the one he listens to.

“We’ve been here before, y/n. You know how this story goes.”

He opens the door and is met with no resistance from you. A cab is miraculously already waiting outside for him. He enters it and the driver speeds off quickly. He doesn’t look back once.

Yeah. You had been here before. Just another time you messed everything up.

#jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #angst

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