#beri plays tag with words

[berisims]

Got tagged by the iconic @noeyinthemist and @simarcana to:

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Alright, let's do this!

♢ Bat Country - Avenged Sevenfold ♢ Eternally Yours - Motionless in White ♢ Romanticide - Nightwish ♢ I Come With Knives - IAMX ♢ Scarlet - In This Moment ♢ In The Dark - Bring Me The Horizon ♢ My Leftovers - Porcelain Black ♢ Sonne - Rammstein

Tagging @trappedwell @hamasutaa @starlightthing @alpine-lapine @nightlifeseries @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy @lilamausmaus and @jekyllsims but you obviously don't have to do it if you'd prefer not to!

#beri plays tag with words #it's not a phase mom #I promise

[kibblz-n-bitz]

Putting On A Show

Summary: After liberating a country, you and Luffy have some "fun" in front of an audience.

8k words

Tags: Exhibitionism (obviously), multiple orgasms, squirting, a hint of humiliation, creampie, oral sex, penetrative sex, biting

I've worked so hard on this fic! I hope y'all enjoy (I know I did😉)

Laughter and joy filled the air. You let out a relieved sigh, turning to your captain sitting at the head of the table. Bandages littered his skin, reminders of their most recent battle. Despite them, he was laughing and clapping along to the music Brook was playing. 

It was a fierce battle on some random island you and your crew had managed to stumble upon. Some powerful pirate had taken over the land, and the people on it lived in fear. It was only a matter of time before your captain decided to defeat the other pirate, just because someone had shown him charity (All it took was a little girl giving him a sandwich). The strawhats were all exhausted from the battle, but ready to relax with a banquet held in their name. You smiled to yourself as you looked around at your crewmates. 

The king of the island approached your table. You were giggling and chatting with Nami about stealing when he cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the distracted pirates. 

“I cannot express my gratitude enough,” He began, “I never would have thought that pirates would be the ones to liberate my country as they were also the ones to enslave it. Please, help yourself to as much food and drink as you’d like. There’s plenty to go around.”

“We will.” Zoro and Luffy said in unison.

“There is another matter I would like to discuss with your captain.” He cleared his throat once more, trying to get the attention of Luffy, who had his mouth stuffed with food in a matter of seconds. “Walk with me, if you will.”

“Can I take this with me?” Luffy picked up the biggest bowl of meat he could find. The king chuckled with a “but of course.”

The king left with your captain and his food in tow, and the strawhats went back to their own plates.

“What do you think that was all about? Seemed kinda serious.” Usopp noted as he brought some noodles into his mouth.

“Maybe he’s giving us some treasure as a gift!” Nami squealed, her eyes practically turning into Beri signs.

“Or perhaps he’s lured our captain away so he could kill him while nobody was around.” Robin said. Usopp shouted “that’s not funny!” as Chopper and Nami stared at her with a shocked expression.

“Gimme a break. You think that old bastard could take out our captain?” Zoro huffed as he took a swig of his drink. His cheeks were a bit flushed, as he was well onto his 18th cup of sake. “He’s probably just thanking Luffy or somethin’. Nothing our captain can’t handle.”

You leaned back in your chair. Despite everyone’s dismissive behavior, you really were curious as to what the two were discussing. Like Usopp pointed out, the king looked rather serious. But Zoro was right, if he was a threat then Luffy could definitely handle it. Your captain was reliable like that, and it was one of the many qualities you loved him for.

Your relationship with your captain was relatively new. You had joined the strawhat pirate crew after they had reunited in Sabaody. It was a funny coincidence, actually. At that time, you had heard many stories about Strawhat Luffy and his wild behavior. Of course, most of your information came from news articles, so naturally he was painted as a violent criminal, untamed and extremely dangerous (As if his bounty wasn’t intimidating enough). But, the first time you had ever laid eyes on him, he was running around with some big ass backpack on, and a mustache- a poor excuse for a disguise. The marines were around and he looked frantic, unintentionally drawing more and more attention to himself.

You rolled your eyes. Was this really the guy who declared war against the world government? The same guy who fought at Marineford? Really? You decided to take pity on the poor boy as he ran around the archipelago like a chicken without its head. When he ran past you, you quickly grabbed the bag he had on his back and used its weight to shove him into a nearby alley. Surprisingly, the alley was wide enough that the bag fit. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You whisper-yelled. Luffy shook his head, as if he just now realized he was in an alley with you and not out in the open anymore.

“I’m looking for my crew. There’s too many marines out there. Stupid marines.” He huffed, crossing his arms. You fought the urge to laugh. He looked a little ridiculous with his disguise. 

“You’re Monkey D. Luffy, right?” 

“Yep. That’s me!” He grinned, before pausing and slapping his hands over his mouth. “I-I mean… Whoooo’re you talking about? I dunno that guy. He sounds kinda cool though.”

You laughed. He was such a terrible liar. It was almost… cute. The way he pursed his lips and refused to make eye contact as he pretended as if he didn’t blow his own cover a few seconds before.

“Don’t worry Luffy. I’m not gonna sell you out.” You snickered.

“Then why did ya help me?” He asked with a tilt of his head. You hummed to yourself, thinking. You weren’t entirely sure yourself. You just felt the need to help him when he was lost.

“I don’t know. I just figured you could use it. Your disguise is pretty shitty by the way,” You said as you stretched, considering your next words carefully. “I can… help you find your crew, if you’d like.”

The boy lit up. He jumped forward and grabbed your shoulders, his eyes shining like stars. You briefly regretted your decision, wondering if you’d made a mistake.

“REALLY? That would be great!!!! Thank you!” He practically shouted. You slapped a hand over his mouth as you noticed an officer nearby turn his head in your direction. There was no way in hell this boy could get around the archipelago by himself and not get caught.

“Could you at least try to be quiet? I’m doing you a favor here.” You chastised him and sighed, once again doubting your decision. “Do you know where you’re supposed to be meeting them?”

Luffy nodded and told you the grove he needed to be at. You weren’t too far away, but the minute you got closer to their ship Luffy took off, grabbing your hand and dragging you in the process. So much for leading him there, you grumbled to yourself in your head.

Once Luffy saw the Sunny he immediately catapulted himself towards it, taking you along with him. You didn’t expect him to take you with him. In fact, you weren’t even sure if Luffy was aware that he’d brought you along with him, because he never looked back once the Sunny came into view. You watched as his crew cried out and hugged him, feeling a bit out of place. You inched to the side of the ship, looking for a place to get off and back onto the ground. 

“Luffy, who is that?” a voice called attention to you. You blushed and pushed yourself to the rails, nervous under the infamous pirates gazes. This is it, you panicked internally, they’re gonna think I’m an intruder and try to kill me. Images of news stories warning of crew members like the hunter Roronoa Zoro and Nico Robin flooded your mind, and you swallowed. Your mouth was dry.

“That’s my friend! She’s the one who helped me get here actually.” Luffy chirped, running to stand next to you. The boy snickered, “If it weren’t for her, I would’ve been caught by the marines!”

“Okay, what’s her name?” Zoro asked, arms crossed and heads tossed to the side. God, he was fucking scary. Sporting a scarred eye and bulging muscles.

“It’s… uh...” Luffy trailed off, hand to his chin. He turned to you. “What’s ya name again?”

“STOP BRINGING RANDOM PEOPLE YOU DON’T KNOW THE NAMES OF ONTO THE SHIP!” Nami barked as she conked her captain on the head.

“It’s… Y/N. I didn’t know that I’d be meeting you all here, I just saw Luffy and it seemed like he needed my help, so…” You trailed off, unsure of yourself. You cursed yourself mentally. I’m making myself sound like a wet napkin, you groaned mentally. 

“Y/N!!! Welcome to my crew!” Luffy laughed and slapped a hand onto your back. You choked on your spit. What the fuck did he just say?

“LUFFY!” The entire group shouted in unison.

“Whaat? It’s no big deal. She’s really strong!” That much was true. You spent your days as an assassin and that required a lot of training. Luffy huffed and crossed his arms. “And anyways, I’m the captain and I want her on my crew!”

“Luffy, did you even ask her if she wants to join? She looks uncomfortable.” Nami let out a frustrated sigh, bringing a hand to her temples. “I have to apologize for my captain Y/N. He can be a selfish, reckless idiot most of the time. Would you like to join us?” 

You smiled. Of course he was. But the more time you spent with him, the more you felt drawn to him. He had some sort of boyish charm, wild and carefree. He inspired you, and you felt disappointed at the thought of leaving him and going back to your boring, repetitive life.

You looked at Luffy and met his gaze. He grinned at you. Maybe joining him was a good idea. Was it crazy to want adventure in your life? You weren’t sure, but you wanted to find out. Turning back to Nami, you nodded with a surge of confidence.

Smiling to yourself, you remembered your days with Luffy. You were both drawn to each other, and the crew noticed immediately. It didn’t take long for you to warm up to the crew either. They all loved you the way you loved them. And it didn’t hurt that you were quite attractive. Curvy and soft, you loved the way you looked and it was safe to say that others did too.

You were lost in thought when Luffy roamed back to the table, without the bowl. He had a weird look on his face, like he was thinking really hard about something. That was definitely a first for Luffy.

“Something the matter, buddy?” Franky asked. “What’d that old geezer want with ya anyway?”

“He told me somethin’ about me and Y/N,” He said as he scooped food onto a brand new plate. No clue where he even got it from. Your brow raised. “He said somethin’ ‘bout a tradition ceremony or somethin’. Has to do with me and her. He said there was free food! And treasure after the event ceremony thing!”

Nami squealed, fist bumping the air. You were still confused. “What event, Luffy? And what do we have to do with it?”

“Somfin abou a…” Luffy swallowed the food in his mouth he was trying to speak around. “Constipation… in front of an audience I think? He said it’s s’posed to be really fun for us though.”

Your face scrunched, you were even more confused than before. The rest of the crew looked at each other, equally as confused. They knew their captain gravely misunderstood something important the king had said, and it was up to them to decipher what he meant. They sat in silence for a minute before the king once again approached the table.

“Before those pirates had taken over our village, we had a tradition during banquets like these. A couple chosen for the night would feast, consummate in front of an audience, and be rewarded with riches and good fortune afterward.”

In a matter of seconds, Sanji spit the wine he was taking a sip of onto Zoro. You choked on your own saliva and, at the same time as Nami, cried out “WHAT?” Usopp flushed and Robin did as well, she brought a hand to her mouth with an almost scandalized gasp. Luffy looked around, confused. 

“Huh? What? What does that mean?” Luffy asked with a tilt to his head.

“Forget it! They’re not gonna do some weird sex show for you damn perverts!” Nami yelled, pointing at the king. His expression remained the same- a kind, seemingly warm smile.

“Oh it is certainly more than that. It is an act our ancestors have honored for a very long time. It is to honor the couple, to bring them good fortune. We see it as a tribute of sorts.” He tried to explain.

“Waow! Didn’t know this island was full of perverts.” Franky chuckled with approval.

“Well, it’s kinda too late to say no now, ‘cause I already agreed to it.” Luffy shrugged before shoving more food into his mouth. Your mouth went dry as another wave of shock passed over the group.

“YOU IDIOT!” Nami hollered at her captain. “Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself? Think about Y/N! What if she doesn’t want to do this?”

Luffy blinked, then turned to you. He hadn’t thought about that. Luffy didn’t really care whether or not people saw the two of you together. The captain lived without an ounce of shame in his body, so the prospect of food, sex with you, and treasure sounded like a really good idea. But the way you were staring down at the table told him you didn’t think so.

You were silent for a minute as the crew argued with each other. Looking up at the king, you asked, “How much treasure?”

The crew went silent as they waited for the king’s response.

“We have lots of gold and riches left from the old pirates.” The king stroked his beard in thought. “And since you’ve helped our kingdom, we are willing to give you half.”

Nami’s jaw dropped. She whipped her head to you, and you felt you knew what she was going to say. But instead, she sighed.

“Y/N… you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She reminded you as she placed her hands on your shoulders. The navigator sat back down in her seat beside you as you stared at your plate once again, thinking. You could feel the crews’ eyes on you, waiting for your decision. 

You mentally weighed the pros and cons of actually going through with this. On one hand, you were a little embarrassed at the thought of showing such an intimate part of yourself to a bunch of strangers. But on the other, more convincing hand, there was a really big reward at the end. It’s not like you were going to see these people again anyways. Was an hour or two of getting plowed by your boyfriend in front of a crowd worth it for millions or beris worth of treasure? 

Yes, you decided, it was.

“I’ll do it.” You turned to the king. He nodded with the same smile on his face as before. 

“Very well. I will make preparations at once. Our servants will fetch you when the time is right.” With that, the king had left the room.

An awkward silence momentarily fell over the group. Usopp and Sanji stared at you with mouths wide, in shock. Nami was also surprised, if the look on her face said anything about it.

“Didn’t take you for a pervert either, Y/N!” Franky said with a chuckle.

“Y/N… are you sure you want to do this? It’s okay if you don’t want to… we’d all understand if you called this off.” Nami reached over to grab your hand, concern etched onto her face. “Don’t do this just for us.”

“Trust me, I’m not.” You reassured Nami and held her hand. “And I’m not a pervert either, Franky. I just figured that if Luffy doesn’t care, then why should I? It’s not like we’ll be visiting this island again. And besides- we’re pirates! I’d be damned if I’m letting all that treasure go to waste.”

“Well, if you say so. Just don’t say we didn’t warn you.” Usopp shrugged, his face a little flushed.

“Hm? What do you mean, Usopp?” You placed your chin on your hand and leaned forward a bit, a shit-eating grin crawling onto your face. You narrowed your eyes at him across the table. “You wanna watch?”

You laughed when he screamed, a flush blooming onto his face. He sputtered and the others joked around, falling back into their casual banter. You watched them resume their old conversation when you felt a hand lace through yours. You smiled, knowing it was Luffy. He was physically affectionate, and loved holding your hand whenever he could.

“‘M sorry I didn’t ask ya first.” Luffy said as he finished off his 4th plate. That boy could eat. 

“It’s okay. Besides, this should be fun, right?” You nudged him with your shoulder, giggling at his wide grin. He nodded eagerly.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, hands clammy and body cold. You were nervous, now that ceremony was moments away. 

Earlier, two maids came to collect you from where you were sitting with your crew. There was a small preparation ritual you needed to go through, they explained. They led you to some sort of spa-room, with various amounts of fruits and pastries on a table in one corner. They encouraged you to help yourself and relax. You took a warm bath, with sweet scented herbs wafting through the air and petals in the tub. After you had climbed out, there was clothing laid out for you. A white silk feathered robe, one that hugged your curves and felt smooth against your skin. Nothing else.

I guess they want us to get straight to the point, you thought to yourself. You rolled your shoulders, trying to shake the anxiety out of your bones. You wished Luffy were with you. He’d kiss your fears away and tell you that you’d be fine. He’d help you get out of your head and live in the moment. But he wasn’t here. The royal servants had you two prepare yourselves in separate rooms. A soft smile spread across your face as you thought of Luffy, who had probably eaten all the treats laid out for him and asked for more. 

Sitting on a cushy loveseat, you ate some fruit and anxiously awaited the servants’ return. Waiting like this would kill you, but it wasn’t like you could leave and find your boyfriend yourself. You would just have to sit here, just you and your brain, and wait to be called so you could have sex in front of a crowd. No big deal. 

A soft knock on the door saved you from your spiraling thoughts. The servant from before peeked her head through it. “Ms. L/N? The ceremony is ready for you now.”

They led you down a strange and looming hallway. You tried to psych yourself up. It worked at first, but started to lose its effect the more you walked.

“Y/N? HEEEEY!” You heard a shout from behind you. You didn’t get the chance to turn before a weight collided with your back, pushing you forward. Steadying yourself, you reached an arm back to pet through the soft, jet-black hair you knew you’d find. 

“Hi Luffy.” You smiled. You could feel your anxiety melting away in his presence.  You could feel the warmth of his smile as he tightened his arms around you and nuzzled into the back of your neck. This is what you loved about him. The way he was able to calm your nerves and make you feel so safe and warm just by being near him. “You excited?”

“Hmm? For what?” Luffy unraveled himself off of you so he could lace your fingers together. The two of you kept walking, following the royal servants. They claimed you two were nearing the ceremony’s auditorium. You raised an eyebrow at Luffy before realization dawned across his face. “Oh! That?” he shrugged, “I dunno. I’m more excited about bein’ with ya. I don’t really care if people see us, so it doesn’t make much of a difference to me.”

You blushed at Luffy’s boldness, but you had expected an answer like that from someone like him. With a squeeze of his hand, the two of you approached two large doors.

“Beyond these doors is the entrance to the stage, where you two will be conducting the ceremony. We wish you the best of luck and we thank you for all that you have done for us.” The servants bowed their heads and opened the doors.

You and Luffy looked at each other and you took a deep breath before nodding and stepping through them together.

You and him walked onto a stage. A large bed was placed in the middle of it. White sheets, a couple pillows, and a small nightstand with two water bottles were the only things there. You swallowed, mouth dry. You heard a few cheers as the two of you made your way to the bed. Luffy looked at you. He had a feeling you might be nervous, so he squeezed your hand before lifting his other to your face and pulling you in. His lips met yours. It was… surprisingly gentle. Normally Luffy is fueled by passion lit deep in his stomach. But when his face pressed against yours, he was sweet and soft.  

“Don’t think about them,” He murmured against your lips when he pulled back. He brought the hand that held yours to the other side of your face, cradling your head between his palms. He felt so warm. “Just focus on me, yeah?” 

You nodded and sighed into his mouth when he pulled you in once more. You were so wrapped up in your lips moving against Luffy’s you didn’t notice you were moving, until Luffy pulled away to sit back on the bed. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. He pulled his hat from where it hung against his collarbone to place it on the bed. His garments were similar to yours in that they were silky white, but he only wore baggy parachute pants held up with a drawstring. You assumed he was also bare underneath, if his half hard length had anything to say about it. You whined into his mouth as you straddled him, one hand buried in his soft jet-black hair. The other trailed down his neck and over the X-shaped scar on his chest. Luffy gasped into your mouth, his scar tissue sensitive. His hands tightened on your waist and he pushed you onto him, trying to garner a bit of friction against his rapidly hardening member. 

“F-fuck, Y/N…” It was Luffy’s turn to sigh into your mouth. With a shudder, he brought up a hand to undo the belt that held your robe closed. When it fell open, Luffy grabbed your waist- underneath the robe this time. You whimpered when his hand gripped your flesh and squeezed, his palms igniting fires against your skin. When he went to pull the robe off of you, you stopped him.

“Not yet.” You whispered against his lips when he tilted his head at you in confusion. He seemingly understood because he went back to wrestling his tongue with yours, your kisses becoming more and more heated as time passed. You swayed your hips against his, reveling in the whine that escaped from Luffy’s mouth. He seemed to get a little more restless, because he suddenly stood, giggling when you gasped against him. He turned around with you in his arms, before tossing you onto the bed. You yelped.

“L-Luffy!” You looked at him, scandalized. Luffy shrugged it off with a laugh, kicking off his sandals and crawling after you. He had a dark look in his eyes as he situated himself between your legs. The two of you laid together on the bed with your sides facing the audience. You figured Luffy did it this way so you wouldn’t have to face them directly, and your heart swelled with love for the man in front of you. He could be considerate when it really mattered, and it made moments like these all the more special. Your hand twisted into his hair and pulled him back down to you. He groaned into your mouth and rutted his hips into yours. He was hard, painfully so, and you wanted to help him the way you knew how. You locked your legs and rolled him over. He grunted in surprise at the position change, blinking up at you with wide eyes. You pressed a kiss to his lips playfully and pulled back to sit on top of him.

“Let me take care of you right now, m’kay?” You leaned back down and pressed kisses to his neck. Luffy groaned, head falling back against the pillow. His breath came quicker as you trailed kisses down his chest, pausing momentarily to suck on a nipple, before continuing downward. He was full on panting by the time you reached his navel. “Luffy… Look at me. Watch me.”

He brought his head up from the pillow and blinked his eyes open to watch you. You pulled back momentarily to undo the drawstring of his pants. You slid the silk down his hips, eyeing down his length as it slapped against his lower belly. He pushed himself up onto his hands to watch you move your hair out of your face and grip his length, hissing through his teeth as you gave it a few pumps. You brought it to your mouth and kissed the tip sweetly, before locking eyes with your captain again and dragging your tongue up the underside of his dick. He hissed as you traced the vein running along his dick, and grunted when you finally sealed your lips around his tip

“Fhh- Y/N… stop teasing,” Luffy whined, his hips squirming to try and get you to take more into your mouth. You grinned as much as you could and pushed his hips down against the bed. Deciding to have mercy on the poor boy, you tightened your lips around him and sucked gently, taking him deeper into your mouth. He groaned as he watched you bring a hand to stroke his dick, using your spit to help your hand glide easier. You whined at the feeling of his weight on your tongue, bobbing your head. Luffy was shaking, bringing a hand to card through your hair. You could tell he was trying to be patient and not fuck your throat the way he wanted to, so you decided to reward him by swallowing him deeper. He let out a cry before whimpering, “C-can I? Please?” 

“Please what, Luffy?” You pulled off of his dick with a pop and stroked him as you waited for him to answer. He squirmed and whimpered as you gripped him tighter. “Use your words.”

Luffy let out an exasperated sigh as he held your face, forcing you to look at him. “Can I fuck your throat? Please?”

You hummed and nodded, kissing his tip before opening your mouth, the flat of your tongue pressing against the underside of his dick. Looking up at Luffy, the two of you locked eyes as you sucked him deeper, deeper down your throat until your nose nestled in the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He threw his head back and groaned as his hand tightened in your hair, holding your head in place. His hips ground against your face. Drool spilled out of the sides of your mouth, your chin sloppy and messy. You tried to hold your breath as your throat constricted around his cock. When he finally loosened his grip on your hair, you pulled back to catch your breath. You didn’t take too long though, because after a moment you dove forward again, pushing yourself past the tears that slid down your cheeks. You hummed as Luffy used his hold on you to build up a steady rhythm, alternating between bobbing you up and down his length and stuffing himself down your throat.

Luffy was panting and whining, and you could tell he was close before he stuttered the warning to you. This made you double your efforts, sucking him down and swirling your tongue around his cock. Luffy let out a broken moan, and that was all the warning you got before he pushed you as far as he could go. You held yourself still as he released down your throat, swallowing as much as you could. Luffy always came a lot, so even when he released you and you pulled back you still had enough cum in your mouth keeping it full. You blinked up at him through teary lashes and swallowed, panting and finally taking the chance to catch your breath. Fuck, you looked absolutely wrecked. Teary-eyed, flushed, and face covered in drool and cum, you sat back on your haunches. At some point, your robe had slipped off your shoulders, revealing your gasping chest. 

“Fuck Y/N.” Luffy cursed as he pulled you in for a kiss. “Ya felt. So. Fucking. Good.” He gasped in between kisses. You whimpered into his mouth, shrugging the rest of the robe off and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His hand found your waist as the other cradled the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You loved his hands. They left scorching trails in their wake, seemingly lighting up your body from the inside out. You wanted him so badly, the crowd of people watching you far from your mind. Your thoughts quickly vanished from your mind when Luffy swiped a finger through your folds, sighing at how wet he found you. He kissed down your neck as he slipped a finger inside of you. You sighed and humped his hand, twisting a hand into his hair. He smirked from where he was sucking a mark into your neck. He surprised you again by picking you up and turning around, laying you against the pillows.

“My turn!” He chirped against your lips as he began kissing down your body. He stopped to leave a few love bites, sucking on your neck and collar. When he reached your chest, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, bringing up a hand to play with the other. His other hand dove lower. You whined, squirming as he toyed with your clit and pinched your nipple at the same time. He kissed and nipped at your chest, delighting in the marks he left behind. He gave equal attention to your other breast before continuing his descent, groping and squeezing your body. He loved how soft you were. It made you really fun to cuddle and he loved the bruises his fingers would leave behind from grabbing your hips too tightly. He looked up at you when he finally reached your dripping cunt. He moved your legs to rest over his shoulders as he pressed kisses to your plush thighs. Using his hold on your legs, he spread them a little more, smiling as he gazed down at your wet pussy. He licked his lips, suddenly giddy. “Ready?”

He didn’t wait for your answer before he ran his tongue through your folds. Your gasp turned into a whimper as his tongue lapped over you more, flicking your clit. He groaned into your cunt at your taste on his tongue. Luffy continued with his languid swipes before pushing his tongue a little deeper, ducking past your entrance. This is where his devil fruit came in handy! His tongue stretched into you, flicking at your walls before retreating, only to repeat a mere second later. Your hips twitched and you whined out into the air before gasping for breath. Your hand reached down to run a hand into Luffy’s hair. The other grasped the pillow. Luffy looked up at you as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper into you, playfulness shining in his eyes at your reaction. You moaned and writhed against him out of your mind with pleasure.

“M-more… Luffy,” You mewled as you clenched around his tongue. He switched up, pulling his tongue out of you and replacing it with his fingers. He huffed against your cunt, taking a moment to catch his breath. It didn’t last long though, because soon enough he nosed his way forward, sealing his lips around your clit. He sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth as he dipped two fingers inside of you. Slick, wet noises filled the air. You cried out and writhed against him, causing Luffy to grunt and use his grip on your waist to pin you to the bed. “‘M so close Luffy please.”

You were mindless. Rolling your hips against his face, chasing your peak. It was clumsy but slow, with no real rhythm, but growing greedier by the minute. Your thighs began to quiver around Luffy’s head. This didn’t go unnoticed by him, as he doubled down on his efforts. He alternated between slow and fast licks against your clit, while stretching his fingers to reach and curl deep within you. 

“Mmf- Fuck! Luffy,” You gasped, voice wobbling. “I’m s- hnngh… S-so close I- haah… I’m gon-na -!”

Your hips lifted off of the bed, trying to twist out of Luffy’s grasp. He lifted your lower body up a little in his arms, mouth still slotted against your folds. This way you couldn’t hide from the overwhelming pleasure electrocuting your body. You often fought for your orgasms, but Luffy refused to let this one go. He held you tight as you moaned his name. A groan vibrated against your pussy as your release flooded his mouth. You gave up your thrashing, body bouncing a little as you slumped against the mattress. You moaned as you rode out your orgasm on Luffy’s tongue. He kept his mouth on you until you were twitched from oversensitivity. Running a hand through his hair, you gently pulled him away from your shaky thighs and spasming cunt. 

This boy was a mess. Your fluids covered the lower half of his face, glistening against the lights shining onto the stage. His jet-black hair was tousled from your pulling. He smiled at you as if it were just the two of you, seemingly ignoring the cum dripping off of his chin. 

“Y’taste so good Y/N,” Luffy pulled your face forward for a sloppy kiss. You whined at your taste on his tongue. He shuffled forward a bit before pushing you back against the bed. Before he threw himself onto you Luffy slid a pillow under your hips. Your legs slotted against his hips as he made himself comfortable on top of you. “I wanna… be inside of ya so bad… Can I?” He whimpered in between kisses.

You hummed, cradling his face in your palms as you pressed light kisses all over his face. He giggled before burying his face into your neck, his hips rutting against you. Like some kind of mutt, all slobber and excitement as he humped against your folds. You chuckled before shifting a little, angling your hips towards Luffy. You pulled him away from your neck and kissed him deeply. He seemed to get the message. Luffy lined himself up before pulling away from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting your mouths together. He looked down to watch himself push his way inside of you. You threw your head back and whined at the feeling of him filling you up. 

A hiss turned into a groan as he finally bottomed out inside of you, pubic bone pressed against yours. His dick was long and thick, and he stretched out using his devil fruit powers, growing til his tip kissed your cervix. You expected him to start fucking you right away like he normally did. But when he didn’t, you blinked your eyes open and looked up at him in confusion. He smiled at you lazily and looked down to where the two of you were connected. You tried to grind down on him, to gain some sort of friction, but he used his body weight to pin you to the bed.

“Wh- Luffy?” You gazed at him, confused. “What are you-”

“How bad do ya want it?” 

…

“What?” You blinked at him, not believing what you’d heard.

“I said,” Luffy leaned forward, eyes dark and flickering with mischief. “How bad do ya want it?”

“Luffy, don’t do this, please. Not now,” You pleaded. “I can’t, it’s s-so embarrassing.” You seemed to remember now. You were in front of an audience. One that was eerily quiet, might you add. Your face burned with shame. He wouldn’t make you beg in front of them, would he? You shuddered, slowly turning your head to the audie-

A rough hand grabbed your face, turning you back to look at the man currently inside you.

“Don’t.” He growled. “Look at me and tell me what you want.” He ground his hips into yours for emphasis, delighting in your needy mewls.

You sniffled, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. God, of all the times to tap into his possessive, demanding side, he had to choose now. What happened to the sweet, docile Luffy who begged to put his hands on you? The boy who was happy just using your mouth? You couldn’t find him in this suddenly commanding man, who twitched inside of you at your distress. It wasn’t often he got like this, all assertive and dominant, but when he did you basked in his authority. He always fucked you a little bit deeper, a little bit harder when he was in this mood. You were happy to indulge him, to beg and submit to his every whim.

But not like this.

This was humiliating.

You whined and squirmed as you thought over your next words carefully. You decided to beg for mercy once more.

“I-I can’t.”

“Fine, I guess ya don’t want it.” Luffy sighed discontentedly. He pulled away from you, shifting to pull himself out of you before you stopped him. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him back in with a small yelp. Your hands gripped his arms caged around you. Luffy looked down at you, a smirk pulling at his lips. 

“Please, captain…” you sniffled, tears of frustration spilling down your face as humiliation boiled within your veins. But you couldn’t deny the way you clenched down on Luffy as your resolve crumbled into pieces. “Please fuck me. Cum deep inside of me, please. Please. I need it so badly, fuck.”

He blinked at you.

“Fuck. Fuck! I need you to f-fuck me, captain. Please.” You sobbed, writhing on his dick. Luffy laughed, shifting on his knees and hooking his elbows into the crook of your legs. His trademark grin beamed down at you as shivers wracked your body.

“See? That wasn’t so hard!” Luffy snickered. He wouldn’t call himself a sadist, but he did find you crying and begging for him to fuck you kind of funny. “Okay, okay, fine. I gotcha.”

With that, he drove his hips forward. Luffy grunted as you clenched around him, your walls so warm and wet. His length hammered away at that spot inside of you, blurring your vision. You moaned, head rolling back against the pillow. He felt so fucking good. Your mind short-circuited and you couldn’t focus on anything other than Luffy’s length pounding you. With a loud groan, Luffy looked down to where you two were connected. He watched his cock pump in and out of you at an erratic pace. His mouth hung open, drool dripping down his chin and onto your belly. 

That’s when he saw it.

When he’d bottom out, a slight bulge would poke out of your lower abdomen. He wanted to see it again. He pushed into you as deep as he could, staring down your body as your back arched off the mattress. Luffy gasped and sat up a little more, lifting your hips with his hands. He used his hold on you to thrust deeper, harder, his tip knocking against the walls of your with each thrust.

“Ngh- Look, Y/N…” Luffy grunted and whined as you lifted your head, almost delirious but willing to obey him. “You can-ah! You can see me inside ‘f ya.”

You watched as he fucked you like an animal, desperate to bury himself within the deepest parts of your body. Your hands scrambled for purchase against the bedsheets, your eyes squeezing shut as you cried out into the air. Just when you thought things couldn’t get any more overwhelming, your captain pressed the palm of his hand on your tummy, feeling himself slide in and out of you. 

You couldn’t speak. Your body was alight with pleasure, and you felt your peak rapidly approaching. The coil wound deep inside of you tightened. But this orgasm felt a little… different. You could feel the waves of pleasure intensify, like a dam fit to burst.

“L-Luffy I’m-” You were unable to finish your sentence, his length knocking into you just right. You practically screamed and threw your head back as you finally let go. Pleasure ripped through you like a tsunami, your vision spotting, hearing nothing but the pounding of blood in your ears. 

You heard it before you saw it. Your release squirting out against Luffy’s abdomen as he fucks you through it. Loud, wet squelches filled the air, mixing with the sound of your cries and Luffy’s groans. Luffy let out a loud moan, dropping to his forearms and hovering over you. He slowed down a little, opting for grinding his hips into you to catch his breath.

“Fuck Y/N… You’ve never… mnhh- done that before.” Luffy heaved, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck. You had squeezed so impossibly tight around you when you came, and even now your pussy flutters with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, petting his hair.

“Luffyy…” You whined, your words slurring together. You warbled something about feeling good before kissing his neck. Everything else had faded away. All you could see, think, feel was him and how good he was making you feel. You wrapped your legs around him, caging him in. Luffy’s moans and whines rose in pitch.

“Y/N! I- hff- ‘m gonna-!” Luffy ducked his head into the crook of your shoulder and moaned, hips stuttering as he came. You moaned at the feeling of his warm seed filling you up. Luffy pushed in as deep as he could go and stayed there. He always preferred being deep inside of you whenever he came. He didn’t care about getting you pregnant, but he loved the way you twitched and whined whenever he came inside of you. With a sigh, he peeled himself away from you, sitting back to admire the mess between your bodies. He laughed.

“Wow, look at the mess ya made!” Luffy snickered. You pushed yourself onto your elbows, face flushed. You’ve never cum so hard before, and you hadn’t even realized you’d squirted until you saw the damage. Luffy’s abdomen and thighs glistened with your cum. His cum dripped from your cunt onto the soaked bed sheets beneath you. Luffy snickered, then brought a hand to grip your thigh. Using his hold on you, he flipped you over onto your stomach. You yelped and shot a confused look over your shoulder. “What? ‘M not done with ya just yet.”

His hands gripped your hips, pulling them upward, your back bowing into an arch. Luffy groped at your ass as he watched the last of his cum ooze out of your cunt. He didn’t like that, so he collected the fluid that threatened to drip down your thighs and pushed it back into you.

“L-Luffy! Just get on with it already!”

“Shishishishi! Sorry Y/N. I jus’ can’t help but play with ya.”

You yelped once more as you felt a hand collide harshly with your ass. Your head whipped around to look at him over your shoulder, face flushed.

“Wh-what the hell was that for?!”

Luffy shrugged with a snicker. “Dunno, just felt like it.”

“Well, give me a warning the next time you decide t- aahn!”

Luffy interrupted you by pushing inside of you in one swift movement. He shifted forward on his knees, leaning forward and nipping at your ear.

“Sorry, were ya sayin’ somethin’?”

He began to pump in and out of you, hard and deep. This position made it easier to hit the deepest parts of you, tip of his cock knocking against your cervix with each thrust. Fuck, any semblance of coherence you held onto slipped from your mind, Luffy’s cock fucking you dumb. You drooled onto the pillow beneath you, moans flowing freely from your open mouth. Luffy whined, driving into you faster. His hips snapped against your ass.

You squirmed and whined as his length pounded away at your g-spot. Your thighs quake, you can feel yourself fluttering around his length. You were reaching another orgasm rapidly, trying to stop it or slow down was futile. Luffy was going to fuck you through your orgasm whether you liked it or not. The repeated stimulation against your cervix and the barely-there stimulation of his balls slapping against your clit drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Hff- I can feel ya tightening up ‘round me like a fuckin’ vice, baby.” Luffy groaned, his words breathy. He angled his hips, rolling his hips, trying to get you to cum. His arm reached around you, index finger circling your clit. You cried out and clenched down on Luffy. He moaned and you came, gushing around his cock. It wasn’t as intense as your last orgasm, but that didn’t make it any less euphoric. Fireworks danced behind your eyelids as you trembled and cried out in mindless pleasure.

“Atta girl!” Luffy huffed. Your thighs quivered and gave out, crumbling against the bed. Luffy fell with you, sweaty chest pressed against your back. He slowed down, letting you catch your breath for a moment, but still wanting to stimulate himself. He nipped at your ear. “S-so fuckin good f’me baby… Gimme one more, please?”

“Luffyyy,” you whined, words slurring together. Talking was no easy feat. Your tongue felt thick and too heavy to move. Your vision blurred and your face was wet from the tears staining your cheeks. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you could cum again. It’s not like the drag of his cock through your oversensitive walls was helping you, either. “I dunno…  ‘f I can- nnh.”

“C’mon princess, please? For me?” He pressed fleeting kisses against the side of your face and neck, desperate to feel you squeeze him tightly again. Your cunt fluttered and he groaned, wanting so badly to resume his previous pace. But not without your permission. “Please, please?”

Bringing your arms to hold the pillow underneath you, you ground your hips back against your boyfriend. Your nerves alight with oversensitivity, you moaned and squirmed on his cock. It was hard to speak, but you tried your best to show him that you were willing to try, were giving him permission to fuck another orgasm out of you. Luffy seemed to take the hint. He let out a soft chuckle and kissed your face tenderly, he was so in love with you. Nibbling at your ear, he sped up, thighs clapping against your ass. The sound of him fucking you mixed with his overstimulated whimpers in your ear made you whine and clench down on his cock. 

Luffy brought a hand underneath you to rub at your clit, delighting in the way you cried and writhed on his length. You were close, still basking in the aftershocks of your previous orgasm, he just needed something to push you over that edge and into euphoria. A lightbulb went off in his head at the same time that you fluttered around him. He just needed to press on you the way he did before, right? The heel of his palm pushed against your lower abdomen as his middle finger stretched to stay pressed to your clit. It was an awkward angle, but he was determined to have you gush all over him like you did before. You sobbed, practically screaming as your hips bucked, but you had nowhere to go since his hips kept you smothered against his hand and the bed. Your mind went completely blank. Stars burst behind your eyelids. 

“LUFFY! ‘M ssoohmygod ‘m gonna cum- ‘mgonnacumsofuckingh-”

Your legs kicked out as you squirted once more, your screams muffled against the pillow you bit into. Luffy was at the end of his rope. He kept fucking into you, your orgasm bringing him to his own. He bit down on your neck as he came, buried as deep inside of you as he could go. He growled as his cock throbbed and pumped wave after wave of his seed into you. Your forehead pressed against the pillow you had scooped into your arms, gasping for breath. Mentally, you were blissed out. Warmth spread through every part of your body, tingling with pleasure. Your thighs trembled even as you came down from your orgasm. 

Luffy was in a similar state. He slumped against you, chest heaving. His hands caressed the sides of your body as he came down from his orgasm. He licked at the deep bite mark he left on your neck. It wasn’t deep enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to leave a mark for the next few days, a week if he was lucky. Knowing that you’d be walking around with a mark left by him made his dick throb. 

“You okay, baby?” He whispers in your ear, hand rubbing at your back soothingly. You gurgle a response, physically incapable of forming words while you were still coming down. Luffy chest vibrates from where he’s pressed against you as he chuckles. When he pulls away from you, you whine at the loss of his warmth. You’re finally starting to regain consciousness, though your words are slurred. “Luffy… ‘m tired.”

“Aww, are ya? I can take ya back to the ship if ya want.” Luffy sat up, drinking some of the water that was sitting on the table next to the bed. You seem to perk up at that, and he grins, setting the water back down before rolling off the bed. You seemed to forget about the crowd watching you, and though Luffy was aware of their watchful eyes he couldn’t bring himself to care. He picked up his hat from where it’d fallen onto the stage, placing it back onto his head. He didn’t bother with the pants. He nudged you to sit up, as you already started drifting off to sleep. “C’mon, Y/N. Sit up fa me.”

Luffy pulled you into his arms, lifting you up off the bed. You grumbled and wrapped your arms and legs around him, not unlike a koala. He giggled as you buried your face into his neck. He knew that when you woke up you’d probably flush with embarrassment at your lack of self-awareness, but he didn’t mind. You were so cute when you were all flustered. Even now, the way you drooled a little bit onto his shoulder was adorable. Luffy sighed with content as he carried you through the doors exiting the stage and down the hallway. 

The captain of the strawhat pirates was so in love with you it even startled him sometimes. The way you kept a level head when he was flying off of the handle. You helped rein him in without smothering him or cramping on his way of life. You balance him out. His heart did little jumping jacks when he met you, and the minute you offered to help him he knew he had to have you on his crew. So he didn’t mind carrying you all the way back to the ship, not at all. You were his, and he’d carry you for miles if it meant he could wake up next to you in the morning.

Thanks for reading! I may include an epilogue (or a part two) if I feel like it >w<

#luffy smut #luffy x reader #luffy x you #one piece smut #kibbles bits #i wrote this when i was ovulating btw idk if u can tell #i'm not an exhibitionist i swear #(maybe?)

[wincestation]

wip ask game!

so instead of another last sentence tag (which I was tagged to do by the beloved @writerrose1998), I thought I'd spice things up a bit for us!

the new game goes as follows: people send in asks with a single word, and you reply with the latest sentence in your wip which contains the word requested! (ctrl+F our beloved)

reblog this if you're interested in playing and want to receive asks 🖤 tagging some people who might want to participate: @writerrose1998 @suchaladyy @the-strangest-person @katwitchwriting @nonamemanga @onlyangelxo @therulerofallpotatos @cupoteahatter @beri-allen @ourdramaqueen @realmermaid333 @insomniac1994 @cosmic-lullaby @leavesdriftinginthewind @averyaddamsromance @justonemorewallflower

and really anyone else who'd like to join!!!

#tag game #wip game #wip ask game #wyler

[burntblueberrywaffles]

WIP Game

I was tagged by: @realmermaid333 @unlifeira and @fangeek-girl thank you I kiss you 💕

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

welp this is awkward I write most of my wips in my notes app so they don't really have names? at most I'll write "[ship/fandom] fic" at the top so I can find them more easily asagsfdhg plus they all get buried under all my other notes so I went on a dive to find as many WIPs as I could, but probably missed many; anyway here goes lol

Wyler fic (that's the only title in my notes app but I already know the real title will be "Impact")

Vaderdala

Vaderdala fic

Vaderdala fic 2

unamed anidala wip

unamed star wars WIP

Another unamed star wars wip

a single unamed Good omens paragraph (does this even count as a WIP idk it was more throwing down an idea lol - though most of my writing is super short anyway so could become a drabble)

Midge fanfic

(did not include any of my poetry WIPs bc i don't think anyone cares about that but if you want me to make a list of these lmk haha)

BONUS!

the WIPs I actually have in my word document, though most of these I haven't touched since 2022/2021 so I don't thinnk I'll ever finish them lol

from the general folder

miasper other

miasper

sorciere texte

sorciere textev2

from the jatp folder

caleb

cemeterry

life is a risk (but we will take it)

little one

soulmate au

+ Second Bonus bc I saw a wip I didn't remember so I opened the file and it was just this lmaooooo

I'm not sure which writer mutuals have already done this game so no pressure tags to: @king-crimson-works @witchysith @beri-allen @katwitchwriting @theycallme-thejackal @iknowitwontwork @realisticintentions @cupoteahatter and anyone who wants to play!

#tag game #wip game #burntblueberrywaffles #ask game

[nouklea]

First/Last Sentence Tag War

I have been tagged by @leavesdriftinginthewind @realmermaid333 @persephoneed @writerrose1998 @anotherbluesunday @cosmic-lullaby @chaoticstupiddm and maybe some other people, I love you all and I have not been really up with the war these days, everything seems to be going too fast!

But here are today's sentences, from a brand new WIP for the @weylerwritingevents Kink Bingo Card. It's really fresh, barely 1.2K words, totally unedited, and still VERY far from the smut point, because yeah, I need a lot of plot to get them there. (After "No taxation without representation", dare I say "No smut without plot"?) By the way, the prompt is Rut from Card 7.

Opening:

Tyler had been waiting for this Friday night all week long. The Harvest Festival.  Two major events had to be celebrated today: it was the first anniversary of Wednesday’s first encounter with Hyde, and their fourth month anniversary as official mates.

Last sentence:

Xavier Thorpe and Tyler’s relationship had begun with a one-way fight – resulting with Tyler being sent to a bootcamp and having to respect several court orders, while Xavier was left with a bruised face and a destroyed mural – and had kept deteriorating from there, mostly because the psychic artist was unable to admit that Wednesday had never and would never have any romantic feelings for him.

Tagging back everybody, and adding @chinita-inzunza, @alexabrier @broken-everlark @ablatheringblatherskite @iamfandomcrazy @suchaladyy @ourdramaqueen @beri-allen @bithablu @claimedcrossbows @therulerofallpotatos and everyone else who reads this and wants to play!

#first sentence tag game #first sentence tag war #last sentence tag game #last sentence tag war #tag game #tag war #weyler #weyler fanfiction #weyler fanfic #weyler kink bingo #wednesday x tyler #tyler x wednesday #tyler galpin #wednesday addams #ao3 fanfic

[pup-in-transit]

Rather than writing a brand new intro post from scratch I'm just gonna edit the current one lol. I have 330ish followers, which is a shit ton more than when I wrote this initially. Things have changed since then, so let's make this blog easier to navigate than it used to be shall we?

I'm P.I.T.. I'm AMAB, genderqueer/trans masc and my pronouns are he/they. I dealt with a lot of bottom dysphoria up until my vaginoplasty in February 2024 - easily the best decision I ever made!

I use this space to reblog things I find inspiring, attractive, or otherwise important enough to keep track of. It's also my venue for writing about my relationship with kink, my gender, and my body as it relates to my surgery journey. The lion's share of what is shared on this platform is inherently pornographic or intended for adults. If you're a minor you really need to find somewhere else to be.

NSFW or kink things I reblog or talk about:

Pup play

BDSM

Ropes and restraints

Rubber, latex, and leather

Bears and other large hairy gay men

Furries

Erotic photos of models of various shapes and genders

My original photographs or words can be found in the following tags, which you'll find attached at the bottom of this post for quick navigation:

#pics of me / #non pup pics - Photographs of myself, mostly NSFW

#introspection - Musings and rantings of one kind or another

#dysphoria / #non binary dysphoria / #gender euphoria - Musings or photographs related to gender, sometimes attached to posts or photographs that are not mine

#transition journey - Posts specific to my medical transition and vaginoplasty goals

#beri - Beri is my fursona and has been a really wonderful tool for self-expression. This tag is just for illustrations which contain him

I'm also on Bluesky under @pupintransit.bsky.social where I'm a little more active. It's also where I post my salacious pics more often than not since hosting them on Tumblr is a nuisance nine times out of ten.

My DM's are open, just don't be a creep 🧡

#pics of me #introspection #dysphoria #non binary dysphoria #transition journey #non racy pics #non pup pics #gender euphoria #beri

[badmoodbatflowers]

LAST SENTENCE TAG WAR

I was tagged by: @therulerofallpotatos @wyleriseverything and @realmermaid333

Rules: in a new post show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

“That’s kinda hot,” he said. “Grim reaper barbie likes to play with knives. I wonder…what else do you like to play with?”

This is from the next part of ‘Sweet like honey’, in which Tyler has absolutely no chill.

I’m tagging @onlyangelxo @ourdramaqueen @wednesdaysviolet @suchaladyy @beri-allen @the-strangest-person @natliecole and the three of you^ @therulerofallpotatos @wyleriseverything @realmermaid333 right back bc I want to know what everyone has cooking.

There’s def more words than that in the above sentence so if you see this and would like to participate, please do!

#oop took me a minute to get around to this #return of the great tag war #writing #wyler smut #wyler #wednesday x tyler #fanfic

[the-strangest-person]

LAST SENTENCE TAG WAR

I was tagged by: @badmoodbatflowers

Rules: in a new post show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

"It was the way that he looked at her - like he still couldn't believe that she was letting him touch her. His lips desperate, hands that liked to take their time."

This is a sneak preview from what I'm currently writing...the next chapter of the games you play (you would always and always win). It's taken me a long time because your girl has been overworked and ill, but expect it to be up in the next day or so!!

I’m tagging @ourdramaqueen @wednesdaysviolet @suchaladyy @beri-allen

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday x tyler #wednesday and tyler #fanfic #ao3 #writing #new chapter #tyler galpin smut #wednesday addams #weyler

[asahipleaseloveme]

Tell Me a Secret

Asahi x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: cursing, little bit of angst, Daichi is a little bit of a jerk but for good reasons

Author's Note: @sakhimeansfriend requested this with the prompts "tell me about your childhood" and "tell me a secret". Thank you, @absolute-flaming-trash for beta reading this 😊

“Tag, you’re it!” a smack to the back of your head caused you to topple over, falling face first into the pavement.

“Hey! Dat wasn’t bery nice!” a boy yelled after the other kids who were running away laughing. He dropped down next to you and helped you sit up.

“Hey, kid. Are you hurted? Agh! You’re bleeding! Mommy!” He stood up quickly. “It’s okay, kid. ‘m gonna get some stuffs for you. I’ll be back,” he smiled as he softly patted your head.

Only after he trotted away did you start to cry. Your chin stung and your knee was scraped up.

“Okay, kid, ‘m back! Oh, don’t cry! I-It’s okay ta cry. It’s okay ta be sad. I cry when ‘m sad. Here, lemme help you wif dis,” he grabbed a wipe and gently wiped your chin and knee. He pulled out a handful of bandaids from his pocket.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I grabbed a bunch. You can pick. I like dis one wif the flowers, but dis one wif the dinosaurs is cool, too!”

You pointed to one with dinosaurs and another with cats.

“Oh, I like cats too! Bof good choices, kid!”

He sat smiling at you and it made you feel so much better.

“I’m sorry dose kids made you cry. I would never make you cry. Friends aren’t sposed ta be mean ta friends. You wanna be friends, kid? I’m Asahi!” he said as he pointed to himself with the biggest smile on his face.

You sniffled a little as you nodded, “I’m ______.”

“______. Dats a nice name. You wanna be my friend, ______?”

“Yeah, Sahi. I wanna be your friend,” you smiled.

His face lit up even more as soon as you said that you wanted to be his friend.

“Yay! Let’s go to the swings!” he grabbed your hand and you both ran to the swing set.

“You can go first and I’ll push you. And then you can push me. You ready, ______?”

“Ready, Sahi!”

You weren’t sure why this memory was coming to you now, sitting in the hot sun while waiting for your name to be called to receive your diploma. Ever since that day when you were 5, Asahi was your best friend and you were his. You were inseparable. Maybe that’s what’s causing you to sweat more than the hot sun. The two of you would not be going to the same college, and that made this moment bittersweet.

“Psst, ______? You going to Suga’s party tonight?” Asahi leaned over and whispered to you.

“Only if you’re going, Sahi.”

“You wanna go with me? I can pick you up around 7.”

“I only live a block away from Suga, Asahi.”

“I know.”

Daichi, who was sitting behind you, leaned in and whispered in a stern voice, “hey you two, shut it. You’ll miss your name being called.”

Asahi snapped his attention back to the front of the podium, but you gave him a slight nudge with your elbow.

“7 sounds perfect.”

Asahi’s name was finally called and you smiled at him the entire time as he walked up to accept his diploma.

“So, when are you going to tell him?” Daichi leaned back in behind you.

“Tell him what?” you asked, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Don’t play dumb,” Daichi whispered, “It’s so obvious that you love him. You gonna tell him tonight?”

“Shhh, Daichi. You’ll miss your name being called,” you spouted back to him.

Asahi arrived back and sat down.

“Phew, I’m so glad I didn’t trip while I was up there.”

“You did great, goof.”

Daichi poked your back and you silently shooed his hand away while remaining facing to the front.

Asahi was at your door at 7 pm precisely. In truth, you had been ready since 6:15. Daichi’s words had been eating away at you since the ceremony and you were debating on whether you wanted to act on those words.

“Hey, ______. Oh wow, you look great!” Asahi rubbed the back of his neck.

“You’re looking pretty good yourself, bud.”

You both smiled at each other.

“Um, are you ready to go?” Asahi asked as he extended out his arm.

“Ready, Sahi!” you hooked your arm through his and walked down the sidewalk to Suga’s.

The walk over to Sugawara’s house started off silent. You didn’t know what to say. This could possibly be one of the last things you’d get to do with Asahi, and you were trying to savor it as much as you could.

“So,” Asahi started, “I saw Daichi talking to you when I went up to the stage. What was he saying?”

Your face grew hot as you were trying to think of something else to tell him.

“He was just….scolding me for distracting you like I always do.”

You reached the front steps of Suga’s house and Asahi stopped before you reached the front door.

He laughed, “that sounds just like Daichi. But, to be fair, I don’t mind when you distract me. You’re really fun to be around.”

“We’re best friends, of course you have to say that,” you laughed.

“Sahi, what’s up?”

“Hey, ______. I, uh, I’m wondering-”

Before he could finish, Sugawara swung open the door.

“Asahi! ______! It’s about time. C’mon, we’re about to play Truth or Dare,” Sugawara said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the living room where the volleyball team waited and other third years sat and chatted.

“Truth or Dare? We’re not children anymore, Sug-” you stopped as soon as you saw Dachi and you knew exactly what was going to happen.

“______! I have a spot for you right here,” Daichi patted the seat next to him.

You glared at him, but sat down next to him anyway.

“Was this your idea?”

“It sure was.”

“Daichi, please,” you silently pleaded.

“It’s now or never,” he whispered.

“Okay, Kiyoko! You can go first,” Suga shouted.

You sat nervously the whole time as everyone went around doing ridiculous dares and asking ridiculous questions. Everyone was laughing, and you tried to follow suit. But it was hard to laugh along when there was an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Daichi had just finished completing his dare–Hinata dared him to order pizza for the party.

Daichi turned to you.

“______, truth or dare?”

You had been contemplating what you were going to choose since the beginning of the game. You swallowed hard before squeaking out, “Truth.”

A wicked smile spread across his face.

“Tell me a secret. Are you in love with Asahi?”

The heat rushed to your face and the words got caught in your throat.

“What?” you heard Asahi’s voice cut through the silence.

“I…uh…I…shit,” you ran out of the room and into the backyard.

“Daichi, what the fuck, dude?” Asahi questioned as he ran out after you.

You stood on the deck and looked up at the sunset. Daichi was right about it being now or never, but you had hoped it didn’t have to happen like this. Resting your elbows on the side of the deck, hiding your face in your hands, you let the tears roll down your cheeks. And then when you heard the door open and heard his voice, you tried to wipe away any trace of sadness.

“Hey, ______. What’s–what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Sahi, ‘m o-okay,” you sniffled, trying to hide your crying.

“Oh, no. You’re upset,” he said as he cupped your face in his hands. “Daichi’s question was out of line. I’m going to go say something.”

“No, please Sahi. ‘m okay. Just sad,” you grabbed his arm before he could go back inside.

“What’s got you so sad? We just graduated, we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us,” Asahi tried to sound reassuring.

“That’s it, though. We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, but we’re going in separate directions. You’ve been my best friend since we were kids and now it’s like I’m losing an important part of who I am. I don’t want to lose you, Asahi. I-I love you. I’ve been in love with you for a while. But, I didn’t want to say anything in case you didn’t feel the same and it ruined our friendship. I just…don’t want to lose you,” you whimpered as the tears rolled down your face. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand and finally looked up at Asahi. Somewhere along the way, he started crying, too.

“A-Asahi?”

“I thought it was only me who felt this way,” he smiled as he looked down at you. “I’ve been dreading the day we would be separated, because you’re so important to me. I thought this was normal to feel like this with best friends. But I don’t feel like this with Daichi or Sugawara. I don’t even feel this with Noya. And I know it’s okay to feel sad, but this feeling of sadness I’ve been feeling is unlike anything I’ve felt before. And now I know why. It’s because I love you. I love with my whole heart and I’d never do anything to make you cry.”

You reached up to wipe the tears from his face.

“Friends aren’t supposed to make friends cry. I remember making that promise to you when we were kids, and I don’t plan on breaking that now,” he enveloped you in a hug and kissed the top of your head.

“Please, ______. Please be my best friend, still. We can make this work. We’re only one city away from each other. We can meet up on the weekends and I bet we can even meet for date nights on the occasional week day. I want to be your boyfriend,” he said as he squeezed you a little tighter.

“But only if you want me to be your boyfriend.”

You nodded your head into his chest before pulling away, “Yes, you big goof. I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“A-are we supposed to kiss now?”

“We might wait a little bit, it appears we have an audience,” you gesture toward the window to see the whole volleyball team standing there trying to get a peek at the two of you. Of course, Daichi is there in the front with his arms folded over his chest, a smirk resting on his face.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Asahi mumbled.

“Not if I kill him first,” you snorted back.

You both went back into the party with a newfound sense of hope. You weren’t going to lose your best friend, after all. Part of you didn’t know whether to thank Daichi or punch him. But all that mattered to you in the moment was that Asahi was yours, and you were his.

#asahi #azumane asahi #asahi x reader #azumane asahi x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! x reader #writing prompts #asahi writing prompts #monica.writes

[berisims]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

Suprisingly, a bunch of moots tagged me to participate in this little game while I was gone and I couldn't be happier!

Thank you so much @s4sharkteeth , @ezra-trait , @igotsnothing , @salemsimss , @adoringsentiment , @lilamausmaus , @alpine-lapine , @itsmariejanel and @red-simulation. I love these things!

are you named after anyone? Not that I know of? I think my parents just wanted me to have an uncommon name back then. There are plenty of Vanessas where I live at the moment though 😅

when was the last time you cried? Two days ago. I was watching "The Whale" and ended up gross sobbing towards the end.

do you have kids? Nope. And I don't think I ever will.

do you use sarcasm a lot? Sometimes. I wouldn't say a lot though. To be honest it depends on how moody I am.

what sports do you play/have you played? I used to do Gymnastics and Swimming when I was a kid, then I moved and had to quit. I also practiced Karate, Fencing and took dancing classes in my teens. Right now, I don't do any sports, but I still hit the gym quite frequently.

what’s the first thing you notice about other people? I'd say the way they carry themselves. Maybe their tone of speech as well? While I don't like to judge when meeting someone new, there are a couple of actions and mannerisms that just sound the alarms in my head.

eye colour? Greyish blue. Fun fact, they're actually quite rare in my family, with two more relatives having them currently.

scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies all the way! Scary anything, to be honest.

any special talents? I wouldn't exactly consider it a talent, but I can bend the tip of my thumbs (so first knuckle up) all the way back. I literally can't 👍 without them bending back a little bit more than the average person and freaking my friends out.

where were you born? Lisbon, Portugal!

what are your hobbies? Cosplay, gaming, writing and reading.

do you have any pets? Yes! A 14 year old dog named Kiro and a 2 year old cockatiel named Venti. I also have a few Guppies in a nicely sized fish tank.

how tall are you? 164cm (5'4'')

fave subject in school? Any language subject, psychology and history!

dream job? It took me a while to figure it out, but I'd absolutely love to be an Exotic Vet! Currently studying to become one! In the meantime, I work for a social media platform I quickly grew to absolutely despise 🙃

Tagging @hamasutaa , @simarcana and @trappedwell if you haven't done it yet. If you have or don't feel like done it feel free to ignore this!

#beri plays tag with words

[aefics]

Among the Wildflowers

Relationships: Straw Hat Pirates & Original Female Character / Straw Hat Pirates & Original Character

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Vinsmoke Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Original Character (Terra), Original Female Character (Terra)

Additional Tags: Straw Hat Pirates, Original Character-centric, Language of Flowers, Fluff, No Beta We Die Like Men, You Will Pry This Found Family From My Cold Dead Hands

Southernwood

The island was called Southernwood, and after personally seeing to the eviction of their jerk of a mayor, the crew learned that Southernwoodeners loved to party. Never one to turn down a celebration themselves, the crew eagerly joined in with the revelries.

And then they brought out the stick.

Chopper was the first to notice, being one of the few members of the crew not actively participating in a Southernwood drinking game.

"What's that for?" he asked Robin, the woman usually a beacon of knowledge.

"Perhaps it's for beating people with," was her cheerful response.

Chopper wailed and hid behind her legs. "That sounds awful!"

Having overheard their conversation, Terra turned from her place at the drinking table and shouted to the gathering crowd, "Oi! What's with the big stick?!"

"It's for limbo," the woman beside her at the table replied with a carefree smile. "Haven't you played before?"

Terra felt a weight against her back as Luffy eagerly joined the conversation, hanging over Terra's shoulder like the monkey he was. "It's a game?" he eagerly asked.

"It is! Two people hold the pole in the air, and you have to walk under it without touching the pole or the ground. If you do, you're eliminated. They'll lower the pole every round, so it gets harder to keep your balance. Eventually, there's only one person left, and that's your winner!"

"Luffy, you're not allowed to play," Terra immediately declared, gripping onto Luffy's wrists over her shoulders as though such an action would ever stop him from breaking away. "You've got an unfair advantage."

"But I wanna play!" he whined, dropping his head atop Terra's and squishing down atop her white locks. "No fair! Terra!"

"I think we should let the Captain play," Robin helpfully contributed with a smile. "We can all agree not to use our Devil Fruits."

Terra felt Luffy's jaw rubbing against her head as he vigorously nodded. "Yeah, yeah! Let's all play!"

"But Luffy, can you even stop yourself from being rubber—"

"LET'S GO!" Luffy cheered, cutting off Chopper's question and jumping from Terra's back in one go. The girl yelped as she was dragged along towards the gathering crowd. His free hand reached out, stretching into the crowd, before snapping back with a flabbergasted swordsman in tow. "Zoro, you come too!"

"What the hell?!"

Terra laughed as she bumped shoulders with Zoro, the two of them dragging behind their Captain while an amused Robin and Chopper followed behind. "We're going to play limbo."

"What the hell is limbo?"

"It's a competition to see who is the most physically capable," Robin educated with an easy smile, her gait nonchalant as she followed the wreckage their Captain wrought. "The last person standing is the winner."

"LUFFY!" came an aggravated shout before a long leg smacked across Luffy's face, sending him into the ground. Terra was immediately swept from his grip, and up into Sanji's arms. "Stop manhandling Terra, idiot!"

Terra laughed, and tucked a white ranunculus behind Sanji's ear for his trouble. "I don't mind," she said, and laughed again as she realized that Zoro had been dragged down with Luffy. "We're going to play a game, are you going to join us?"

"Anything for you, my rosebud!" he cooed, twirling in a circle to make Terra laugh one more time before he put her down.

Luffy popped up from the ground, his enthusiasm undeterred despite the new dirt across his face. "LET'S GO!"

"Aye, aye," Terra responded as the crew followed their energetic Captain towards the game.

Two women were already holding a stick high into the air, a small group of people easily walking beneath it— some even held their hand in the air to show off how much room they had. Terra watched as the group circled around one of the women to go through again, the stick held just a little lower this time.

"It looks pretty easy so far!" exclaimed Chopper. The crew looked down towards him, all of them with thoughts of his short stature in their heads. "I bet I can win!"

"Maybe if Luffy wasn't competing," Terra muttered, giving Luffy a dirty side-glance. Louder, she asked, "Should we make this into a bet?"

"Did someone say bet?"

Chopper and Terra screeched in fright as another voice suddenly joined them from behind. Unsurprisingly, it was Nami with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Is 'bet' your summoning word or something?" Terra asked, a hand held to her racing heart. "If you're going to participate, then you have to play with us."

"I don't think so," Nami sniffed. "Someone needs to be the impartial judge and game master."

Zoro rolled his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. "I think that's what the people holding the sticks are for."

"I'm gonna win!" shouted Luffy with both his arms raised in the air as he sprinted to join the game.

Terra huffed. "Well, of course the guy with rubber bones is gonna win. Ten beri on it!"

"Deal!" responded Nami with a snap of her fingers. In the blink of an eye, she was curling around Sanj's arm with a coy smile. "Sanji-kun~! If you win for me, we can go on a date!"

"D—DATE?!" yelped Sanji with hearts in his eyes. "Anything for you, Nami-swan!"

And then he was gone, a cloud in his wake as he chased after Luffy towards the game.

"That was dirty," accused Terra with a poorly concealed grin. She raised a hand to cover her laughter. "You could have just asked and he would have done it for you. And what happens if he really wins?"

Nami raised her chin smugly and winked. "Then I'll be ten beri richer."

"You're betting on that shitty cook, then?" asked Zoro. "Pfft."

"It's not a bad choice," Robin suggested, her smile sly. "He does have strong legs— possibly the strongest on the crew."

Zoro disagreed, if his scowl was anything to go by. The next thing they knew, Zoro was gone as well.

"Ten on Zoro," announced Robin with a pleased smile. "Shall we join them?"

Terra laughed and looped her arm through Robin's. "You're both monsters," she said fondly. "Nami, are you sure you won't join us?"

"Yeah, Nami!" added Chopper, tugging on the redhead's hand with both hooves. "It'll be fun!"

"Well, I guess I could…" Nami said, looking pleased with the attention. "But no, I have to be a judge! I'll wait here; you can leave your drinks— and your wallets— with me," she finished with a wink.

"Like a dragon with her hoard," Terra said with a shake of her head. "C'mon, Chopper, let's show 'em how it's done."

"Alright!" cheered the short reindeer as the rest of the gang made their way over to join the game.

The limbo bar was still held above their heads, and Terra quickly tugged Robin along to make their first trip beneath it. With her short stature, Terra's head didn't even come close to brushing the top.

"You might have an unfair advantage of your own," Robin teased.

Terra shrugged with an easy smile. "Hey, being a shorty had to come in handy sometime."

A pair of hands brushed against her waist, and Terra turned to see a grinning Sanji moments before he deposited himself between the two girls, his arms slung over their shoulders. "Now, ladies," he started, "Just because Nami-swan and I are going on a date, doesn't mean my affection for you will wane, alright? In fact—" hearts popped into his eyes, the cook already lost into his own thoughts. "Why don't the four of us have a picnic together? Just me and my three beau— urrk!"

"Lay off it, you pervy cook," Zoro grumbled from behind, having grasped Sanji's collar to pull him off Terra and Robin.

Three heads tilted back to make it under the bars, Terra the only one short enough to make it a second round without ducking.

"Where did my horse go?" she asked, looking through the crowd to try to find a familiar Straw Hat.

"Oh, that idiot?" Sanji said between the heated glares he shared with Zoro. "He jumped and hit the bar right away. He's already been disqualified."

Terra smacked a palm against her face. "Seriously? My captain is so dumb…"

"Perhaps now you have a chance to win," said Robin with a peaceful smile, three heads ducking once more.

"Right!" said Terra with a snap of her fingers. She looked back at the boys to stick her tongue out at them. "I'm taking you losers down!"

"Yeah, right," scoffed Zoro.

"I feel very conflicted right now," whispered a stricken Sanji.

"Let's do our best!" came a chipper voice, and they looked down to see an unbothered Chopper beside them.

Terra pouted and crossed her arms. "Alright, I'll admit that I forgot about him."

Four heads ducked, three backs arching to make it under the lowering bar. Chopper proudly carried on with a whistle.

"He does have quite the advantage in games like this," observed Robin. "Perhaps I was too hasty to place my bet on Zoro."

"You bet on Zoro?!" cried an aghast Sanji. "Robin-chan! You don't have faith in me?"

"She's too smart for that," Zoro smugly replied.

"No way will I lose to a moss-head like you!"

Two heads ducked, and three bodies hit the ground.

"What happened?!" Chopper cried, his voice muffled into the dirt and grass.

"You dirty cheat!" fumed Sanji, jumping up with his face red and furious. He struck a leg out at Zoro which was quickly parried by a sheathed sword as the swordsman jumped to his feet as well.

"It's not my fault you can't stay on your feet!"

Terra giggled as she subtly retracted her vine. "It looks like we've both lost the bet, Robin."

"It would seem that way," she agreed, pretending not to have noticed Terra's interference. "Nami will be pleased."

"Happy wife, happy life," Terra joked as the two girls hurried on, leaving their squabbling crew-mates behind them. "A grumpy Nami isn't good for anyone."

"You would rather that the rest of the crew be grumpy?" asked Robin, gesturing with a hand to where their Captain sulked on the outskirts of the game.

Both women ducked, Robin bending backwards with ease.

"They'll get over it," responded Terra breezily. "Luffy will play again next round, and he might even act like less of a dummy— though, that is a big ask…"

Robin laughed. "Would it make you happy to win?"

"Well, yeah!"

Terra leaned back just as every standing participant suddenly tripped, hands having sprouted at all their feet. Robin let the bar hit her chest as Terra straightened up.

"Congratulations," she cheered among the groans of the downed players. "It looks like you won!"

Terra laughed gleefully, taking in the sight of the dropped crowd and the furious expressions of their crew-mates who realized that the girls had been cheating all along. "Robin, you're officially my new favourite Straw Hat."

Robin smiled, her head tilting and her hands clasping behind her back. "It's an honour."

"Let's get a victory drink," she demanded, looping her arm through Robin's once more and pulling her away from the game before the two could face any coming backlash. "Before Nami comes looking for her money!"

They dashed away, the sound of giggling and falling cherry-blossoms left in their wake.

#one piece fanfiction #one piece oc #among the wildflowers

[inside-of-a-fangirls-mind]

The White Wolf’s Dance; Chapter 2

Request; Still none but I needed a little action and angst. Hope you guys enjoy.

Words;2,753

Warnings; Minor Character deaths, Family deaths, Blood and Gore. Trying to save a life. Reader passed out from wounds after a fight. 

Pairing; Defintley more Geralt x Reader ish. IF you squint. 

Note; So I dunno where I really went with this chapter. Just wanted to give some background info on reader mainly. And show how freaking powerful she is and how much Geralt lowkey cares about her already. Maybe one day Geralt will train her to become even better? Idk. 

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                *Chapter 2; The Girl Behind the Mask*

Geralt and Jaskier stood away a bit from you, Jaskier just staring at you the whole time. “She’s a bit peculiar isn’t she?” Jaskier whispered to Geralt as he watched the girl. “Maybe I can get her in a talking mood. It seems she knows loads about us and we know nothing of her.” Before Geralt can say a word Jaskier walks over and pulls a log up to sit by the fire as well.

“Y/N,” He hums softly setting his lute down beside him “That’s your name right?” Jaskier offers a smile to you but you don’t open your eyes. Just giving him a slight nod which he would have missed if he wasn’t staring at you.

“Why’d you try to go after the harpy yourself? Surely you could have just put out a contract on it like anyone else?” He watches you before his attention goes to the fire. You peek an eye open to look at him before a soft smile tugs at your lips.

“I’ve killed many a monster before. Didn’t think one with wings would be too different. That’s where I was wrong. Unlike your friend,” You glance over to where Geralt is pulling up a log to sit at the fire as well. “I haven’t had years of training or been enhanced in any way. I just try my best and out of sear will I make it.” You look across the fire and catch his amber eyes looking back at you for a second before you sigh loudly. “Well, I’m sure you have more questions. Let me hear them. I’ll answer all I see fit.”

“Why’d you start killing monsters?” Geralt’s rough voice shocked you for a second, you didn’t expect a word out of him. His tone didn’t seem truly interested in the answer just trying to make conversation.

“Well the basic sob story, my village was attacked, my people killed. My father went off to fight and never returned. I was the oldest so someone had to take care of the family. Mom couldn’t do it all alone. Soon I was hunting, small animals. But one day something attacked my little sister. Tore her leg clear off, I picked up my first sword that day and I did what I had to, to save my sister. Just luck has it be, life wasn’t easy. Ma got sick, sister healed but couldn’t walk. My brother and I had to provide. I took to towns betting mostly, I’m pretty good at Gwent if I say so. Come across a bit of oren. My brother was the monster hunter. They attacked our village often because of the smell of death each grave gave off. Once ma died I decided I would protect everything I knew too.” You shrug and glance up at the small patch of sky through the tree line.

“And your sister? Where is she now?” Jaskier asked leaning in for the story. He was very interested in the new travel companion, Geralt was never this talkative.

“Dead.” You speak softly, before throwing more sticks on the fire. “Brother was all I had left after she passed last winter. Part of me hoping he’s still alive somehow. Though I know he isn’t.” You stretch over your head before letting out a yawn. You had all but blocked out emotions from your family matters. It had been a while and you were better off on your own anyway. No one to care about or miss.

“I’m sorry,” Jaskier whispered before putting a hand on your shoulder. You stare at it for a moment before shrugging it off. He didn’t take it the wrong way, moving his hand back to his lap.

“It’s fine. All the more reason to kill the creatures.” You hum, you had been numb for a while to all this. Not like they would understand anyway. Not like they knew what you really were. Most of the story had been true, though the monsters at first. They weren’t beasts like the one you hunt now. They were humans, mostly men. See what your hired monster killers didn’t know is that you were an elf. You hid it will. Passing off as a sorceress explained your magick and a simple concealing spell hid your ears. Soon you could go back to your home and live out the rest of your days avoiding humans. Just had to stop that harpy first.

“Where’d you learn magick?” Jaskier asked then followed up with “And why’d you use it on me in the first place?“ He wasn’t used to having magic used on him. Geralt knew some but never once used it on him. Yennefer had to heal him but that was a whole didn’t story.

You chuckled at first before looking over at him. “The brotherhood,” You lied easily before smirking. “You weren’t my first choice. I was looking for The Witcher. Though he was suspicious of me, weren’t you?” Your eyes turn to Geralt as you offer a charming smile.

“No normal lady buys free drinks for strangers, especially without speaking first.” His rough voice was almost like music to your ears however you didn’t let it phase you. Sure he was big and handsome. But Witchers have no feelings, they only care about money.

“Well If you hadn’t left the party so soon I would have gladly explained my job to both of you. But Jaskier had other intentions didn’t you?” You smirk looking over the bard before winking.

“Hey! You came on to me! She came on to me Geralt!” Jaskier tries to explain looking to his friend. Although he did play a part in everything. She had made the first move.

“Hmm,” Geralt grunts with an eye roll.

You chuckle softly before smirking. “Relax. I just wanted to make sure you got some needed sleep before this journey. Though looking back. You’re not much of a monster hunter are you?”

“Uh..no.” Jaskier looked away before faking a yawn. “I’m going to bed have fun you two.” And with that, he was heading a bit away from the fire to sleep.

Not much was said for a while. Just glances at each other before he spoke. “Just don’t get killed. I want to get paid.” The Witcher grumbled.

“That’s the plan. You don’t get killed either. Don’t wanna be known as the one who got a Witcher killed.” You glance at him through the flame as it flickered quickly before you looked away. Okay, maybe the Witcher was pretty hot but still. You needed to get a grip. Not like the two of you would ride off into the sunset on his horse. Your dream of finding someone died with most of your people.

“Don’t worry.” He stood up before looking down at you and at this moment you felt incredibly small. “Get some rest. I’ll take the first watch. I know that’s on your mind.”

You don’t say a word as you stand up and look at him in a different light. Before nodding and then glancing at where Jaskier was laying down. “But I’m not sleeping with him.” You smirk before heading to a nearby tree and leaning against it. Suddenly your eyes feel heavy and you’re quickly drifting off into sleep.

Geralt keeps watching overnight. Though he is mostly watching you. The way your flowing H/C locks frame your face. The soft steady beat of your heart. And your willingness to run off and try and slay this monster yourself. For a human you had guts and he couldn’t wait to see you with a sword.

He already thought he was going soft because of Jaskier. Now another human he could grow to care about? What was all this becoming? He did his best not to think of it as he watched the fire dance in the night. A few hours later you woke up and noticed Geralt was gone. You feared he had runoff. You quickly checked your pockets but nothing had been stolen and as you focused your gaze pass the fire you saw Jaskier still laying on the ground sound asleep.

Suddenly a hand on your shoulder made you jump. Quickly another flew to your mouth before your eyes met familiar Amber ones. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” But the smirk on his face said otherwise.

You pulled his hand from your mouth and rolled your eyes. “a simple hello wouldn’t have done that.” You lean back against the tree noticing the softness of the black night sky. “Sun’s rising soon. We best be on the way. Not much further.” You stood up and brushed yourself off.

“Jaskier will wait here with Roach. We will continue on our own.” He spoke before going to wake his friend and tell him.

As soon as you two were getting ready to leave you walked over to Jaskier and placed a hand on his forehead. “Beri- na- os- cin.” You whisper as a soft blue light admits from your hand.

“Geralt…?” Jaskier whispers looking to his friend who didn’t seem alarmed.

“Relax. It’s a spell to hide you and protect you from everything else in this forest. Do not worry though. I’d bet my life on that spell. And have many times.” You pat his cheek roughly before strapping your sword to your hip and bow to your back.

“Stay here Jaskier. And don’t make too much noise. We will be back come nightfall.” Geralt’s rough time warned him before starting up the rocky trail to the mountain top.

You followed behind not saying a word. Just fiddling with the handle on your sword.

“Hope you got silver.” His voice was softer and surprised you.

“Yeah. Forged from my mas old jewelry. Made her myself.” You pat your sword on your hip smiling slightly. You were quite proud of that. But soon nothing stood between you and the top of the mountain but an area of trees.

“Hell, we go. Right past these trees. She’ll be there hopefully asleep.” You whisper as you draw your bow ready for anything. Geralt draws his sword and you both creep out of the trees and up the small trail to the nest. Only when on top do you both realize the mistake you made.

Not only was there the harpy sound asleep but two more. Three in total and they were twice the size of you both. This was going to be a lot harder than you thought. Geralt glances to you before motioning you to creep to one side as he did to the other. Taking out two while they slept making the third easy.

Though what you didn’t expect was a soft wheezing sound from the far side of the Harpy’s nest. And a weak “help.” You crept along to see who or what was making noise and upon laying eyes on your brother he screamed for your help. The Harpy’s shot up just as Gerald was slashing at one of them.

You notched your arrow and fired but the harpy moved out-of-the-way just in time. Soon the two of you were standing in their nest back to back as they circled you. “well this wasn’t planned.” Geralt spoke to you and you nodded. You had to stay focused.

Geralt was soon caught in a slashing fight with a harpy before you could respond. You notched arrow after arrow firing at the two that still flew around you two. That was until your brother cried out as one of the Harpy’s was trying to pick him up in her claws.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU BITCH,” Yout shouted sword now drawn as you ran towards it. Swinging your blade at it with pose and slicing off one of its wings. It recoiled in pain and shrieked at you.

While being distracted the other swooped in and gashed your arm and thigh with its huge claws. You cried out in pain and dropped your sword. Geralt had managed to kick back the harpy before running over to you. “Get out of here kid. I got this.” He growled before knocking the already wounded Harpy’s head off.

“No!” You shouted picking up your sword in your other hand and standing with your back to your bother. “COME AT ME, YOU SORRY BITCHES.” You cried out sword pointed to the sky. Another harpy swooped and you swung at it missing. Tears covered your cheeks as your brother screamed for you to leave him.

Geralt managed to fight one-off giving it a gash on its foot before backing up towards you. “Kid leave now. I don’t get paid if you die, remember?” He yelled at you his amber eyes were something furious now.

You shook your head no and swung your sword again but the Harpy’s claws hit your shoulder with another gash. You cried out in pain and dropped to your knees.

Geralt turned towards you and got surprise-attacked by the one he had wounded. Pinned to the ground as the harpy tried to sink her claws into him. The other heading for your brother again. This was it. Your last few seconds and you had to make it count.

You dropped your sword, “GET OUT OF HERE KID.” Geralt yelled as he tried to hold off the harpy.

You got to your feet and slowly lifted your damaged arm and other. Both palms to the sky as you screamed out “Rost naur!!” And fire shot out of your palms as you screamed. Your hair coming undone and falling against your shoulders. Your eyes shut as you merged the flames into a dome and let them burn the harpy above you to dust. Then with one quick move, you shot your hand out at the one on top of Geralt and screamed “Torth- -o cín faer!!” And ripped the harpy in two.

Blood crashing down and drenching Geralt. He got up and watched as you were about to drop. And was there to catch you as your legs gave out. “Easy now.” He whispered.

You rested against his chest for a moment before a surge of power ran through you and left to the sky in blazing orange light. Your appearance slightly changing. Your eyes turning a soft orange your ears returning to their familiar pointed ones and your body covered in glowing light blue tattoos. You take one look at your hands before up at him.

“I have a job to finish.” You whisper and push out of his arms before he can say a word. You fall to your hands and knees crawling to your brother. Only then does he notice you and your brother’s features.

You’re face stained with tears and blood you take his hand and smile. “I never thought I’d see you again.” You whisper holding it close. Your brother smiles slightly, “Y/N, my Luna. I need you to follow through with our promise.” His voice was rough as he coughed up blood. At this point, you could see one of his arms was missing. His legs ripped opened and a hole in his midsection. Tears streamed down your face as you nodded.

“I love you, Rydel. Say hi to ma, pa, and Nuala for me.” You smile before caressing his face once more than going to your hip and pulling out your dagger and slicing his throat. Your hands going to the blood and drawing a symbol on his forehead before chanting “N- with mín kin in mán a faer.” Then setting your hands on his chest as a shooting solid blue light goes through his body. You fall backward everything going dark as his body burns in soft blue flames, the ashes dancing to the sky.

Geralt quickly grabs you in his arms looking over your wounds before carrying you down the mountain back to Jaskier without a word. Once Jaskier sees the two of you he freaks out. He runs over following the two of you like a lost puppy.

“Y/N!! She’s an elf!?” He nearly shouts as Geralt lays her almost lifeless body on the ground. Jaskier instantly puts a hand to your cheek, he was just starting to get used to you around.

“Doesn’t matter. Get my bag.” He spoke softly as he moved your hair and ripped your shirt off your shoulder, stitching you up the best he could at the moment. At least you wouldn’t bleed to death. But it was going to be a long trip back.

Chapter 3

#the witcher #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt x y/n #geralt fanfic #jaskier x you #jaskier x reader #jaskier #witcher #reader insert #geralt of rivia #the witcher tv #the witcher game #witcher fandom #witcher geralt #henry cavill #slow burn #eventual romance #monster hunting #family death warnings #witcher is life #toss a coin to your witcher #oh valley of plenty #tag list #geralt is daddy #witchers do have feelings #i love geralt #The White Wolfs Dance Fanfic

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10 Characters for 10 people

Thank you for the tag @aoristiandariostis !! It's going to be difficult to choose only 10 favourite characters, but challenge accepted! I send the same challenge to @mizaelloverno107, @sienasiesta, @galaxymaster360, @ayse7124, @vector3996, @karenusia, @baddyzarc, @little-mx-cryptic, @aerialartistic, @animalgirl2018 and anyone who comes across this and wants to do it!

1) Liesel Meminger from The Book Thief

This is one of my absolute favourite books and movie. I remember watching this at school when I was in fifth grade and loving it and love her character. This story sets at the time of the Nazi Germany and the character of Liesel in front our eyes has been through very rough times in her early childhood, she has experienced and seen premature death from a very tender age and since the novel takes place during World War II, death is omnipresent and she constantly puts her own life on the line with her actions. She has a very unique prospective of life and was really fascinated by the power of the words, in fact she is referred as a "book thief", she has pretty much put her life on the line just to learn how to read and understand the meaning of the words, with which she has saved a life and saved her own.

2) Dolowa/Droite/Dextra from Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal and II

This character lays a special place in my heart. Droite is presented as a classy business woman type but rather here she seems to be a person with a duty of the Maintenance of Security in the tower belonging to its creator and the Mayor, as his right hand woman, it is also confirmed that she's an elite. The reason I began to like her it's because how her true layers of personality quickly contrasted the typical business woman/seductive persona, she was nothing like it even though most of the time, the characters similar to her character design are portrayed that way. She's purely devoted to her loved ones and she doesn't got tip to toe with her boss' wishes and would face any consequnces for them. She's caring and capable and her Dueling tactics were really cool.

3) Mebara Keiichi from Higurashi no naku koro ni (kai, rei, kira)

I love love love him. Keichii is hilarious, funny, easily can get attached to but he's a tragic hero. He breaks the chains of tragic fate in utterly hopeless situations and I love how much he cares about his friends. It's absolutely tragic the deaths they have to go through, and luckly they came past it and Keichii played a great role in breaking those tragic chains.

4) Ellen/Viola from The Witch House

The Witch's House is an JRPG game and I am so sad that this doesn't have an anime or something because the plot is really awsome. Anyway, the character of Ellen, she's the main villain, so I should feel no sorrow and sympathy for this b- bery very bad person, and especially not include her in the favourite list, but my kokoro can't be helped, even though I absolutely hate her character out of frustration, but she has a tragic ass backstory to make feel damn emotional for. I hate her but I also love her, idk anymore... Next!

5) Sana from Kodomo no Omocha or Rossana

She's super energetic, and kind and compassionate and querky, silly, stupid sometimes but also very intelligent and mature. We saw so many phases of herself and her character grow. Even though she goes through really tough times, or even dying almsot, she always has a huge heart of her to forgive and come out of trauma and look at life very brightly. She was definately my role model and I am still surprised when I rewatch the way she handled her problems, and she had tones in the anime since she's an actress and lots of teenage drama. Her approach to problems was somehow many times applicable to my life and I still feel inspired by her. She's really an awsome character.

6) Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games

I immediately fell in love with her character the moment she volunteered for her sister. She's incredibly selfless, devoted, brave and ribellious, however it's a shame the reason that everything started by trying to protect that person is taken away from her. I loved how she realised that President Coin is just another President Snow and she killed the right person and rightfully allowed the citizens of the Districts to kill Snow. There were so many parts of the book and scenes of the movie that really drawn such a high opinion of her but I can't talk about everything other than the beginning and the end, otherwise I would take ages

7) Phoenix Wright from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney (Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney, Dual Destiny, everything that has Phoenix and my babies Apollo and Atena in it!!)

I admire how he believes the innocence of the people and is after the truth and not winning the case, he's true, genuine and honest. I love how he does the extreme to repay people back, literally make them either his assistant, adopted daughter, his apprentice, his husband (yes I am talking about Edgy), I can't even take account of at this point.

8) Shuici Saihara from Danganronpa

I have a thing for Detectives with the name that starts with a "S", the only reason I didn't put Shinici Kudo from Detective Conan because I couldn't keep up with the series and honestly I can't, maybe one day when my online classes will end, anyway... Shuici, I like his detective work, his reasoning and the bond she formed with Kaede and his sidekick Kaito, it makes me cry just remembering it, and he's actually sensitive. I loved him even more after his reactions in Love Hotel and secret scenes. The character of Kaede was a huge influence on him, he didn't want to find the truth before because he was scared, but then he took off his cap and solved cases with his head up in the sky (I still can't get over the feels from the fact Kaede's portrait is always on Shuici's side in scrum debate to show she's always with him even after death 😭)

9) Alvin Junior from The Walking Dead

Even though I followed the series of Walking Dead for a very long time, I really got attached to Alvin Junior as much as Clementine, he's just a young god and can't convince me otherwise. Some fans didn't like AJ that much because he was new but I really saw AJ like a young Clem and Clementine now being in Lee's shoes and protecting AJ with her life just as Lee did with hers. AJ is such a mood sometimes and also really reliable. He had to make really hard calls poor guy, but I am really glad to having a happy ending

10) Agatha from the Dark Deception

Agatha is a merciless monster and a spoiled brat that will say that you're cheating by speed boost while she teleport and cut you into a corner while we're running, but I still love her <3

#10 character for 10 people challenge #the book thief #zexal #ygo zexal #yugioh zexal #droite #dextra #dolowa #mebara keichii #higurashi #the witch house #kodomo no omocha #katniss everdeen #phoenix wright #shuici saihara #danganronpa #the walking dead #dark deception #liesel meminger

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Kotonari - a sequel to Keiyaku

AN: Hello! I’ve been wrestling with this first chapter for probably a week. If you haven’t read Keiyaku – stop. The entire plot of Keiyaku will be spoiled within this first chapter and that will make you sad. Just surf the #vegebul au tag on my blog to find the Keiyaku master post and happy reading. If you enjoyed Keiyaku, hooray! Since I’m not writing this for a smutfest, not every chapter will contain sex scenes this time – womp womp – but this story will be explicit.

 This is chapter one, part one. Chapter one, part two coming soon!

 Chapter One – Birth

 Part One:

 “There’s one thing,” Vegeta began, addressing his father over the shogi board, “that I never understood.”

The king snorted. “Just one? I could list the things you don’t understand, given time and the appropriate length of writing paper.”

Tiles snapped against the board and Vegeta clicked his teeth, his trademark response when no biting remark came to mind. “Tch. About the fasting, I mean.”

“Well, my son, when a male and a female feel a deep bond –“

“Were you always this sarcastic?”

The king laughed. “What is this ‘one thing?”

“Before Bulma arrived, you were so insistant that I find a woman to fast. Insistent to the point of threatening me, to the point of desperation. That day,” Vegeta recalled, snapping another tile down, “you seemed almost afraid of some… consequence if I did not choose a partner immediately.”

“Mm. I was not afraid.”

“Your eyes were afraid.”

“Vegeta, I was not afraid. But. If I were afraid, what do you suspect the cause of that fear to have been? Have you ever known your King, your father, to fear anything?”

Vegeta played a tile more, and his father took his turn languidly. Had he ever known his father to show fear? What did a King with a Kingdom undisputed ever fear? Vegeta turned the thought over and over in his mind.

A tile snapped against the board.

“I will tell you, I fear one thing, son.”

Vegeta’s hand dropped.

“There is yet one foe in this world I fear. It is not disease or death, or any such abstract concept. I will embrace my death when it comes and I will fight any disease like I would any man – ruthlessly. It is a person. Can you fathom who it might be?”

Vegeta played his tile as his mother swept into the room. She was speaking to several attendants about her plans for the day and important meetings she must take, about Bulma’s doctor arriving soon and reminding her ladies-in-waiting that she must be informed the very second that doctor arrived. She broke off her stream of directions and demands to cross over to her husband and son.

She draped herself over the King’s broad left shoulder, lazily surveying the board. “You’re losing, my King.”

“I am aware, Pea,” he said mirthlessly, but kissing her hand before giving it a squeeze and letting it drop again.

Queen Pea reached over her husband and snapped a tile over her son’s king piece. “Match.”

Both the King and the Prince dropped their jaws – neither had seen the winning move staring them in the face. Prince Vegeta had thought he was toying with his father – victory assured – but had stepped into a trap the King hadn’t even intended to set.

The queen sashayed away, back to her attendants to continue an endless stream of duties, as the men continued to puzzle.

“And now you know,” the King began, “the identity of the one and only person in this universe who I fear.”

“Mother?”

“The queen had not been pleased with your long absence, nor with the death of your brother, for at least a full sun cycle before you came home. She was ready to go out into the stars to find and actually fight you – actually fight you, Vegeta – to force you to return. The fact is, she was insistent that you come home and fast to someone because she was lonely for her children.”

“I see.”

“And when she is insistent, it is of me. Constantly. Daily. Hourly. Minutely. There are a limited number of times I can stand to be berated by that woman, and I had reached my limit the day your boots hit Vegetasei.”

Vegeta laughed, a chuckle at first that built to a full laugh, head thrown back. What death? What frailty? What abdication? His father was tired of his mother’s endless bitching, and took it out on him.

The King joined his son’s laughter until both men were redoubled in belly shaking hilarity.

 ---

“Ohh, babies, come ouuuut,” Bulma moaned painfully, rubbing her swollen belly. “You have to be big enough now, don’t you? I’ll send your father in there!”

“Will you now?” Vegeta stood in the doorway of their study, Bulma sprawled out before him on the fourth couch they’d had this week. The first – too soft, the second – too firm, the third – no reason, it just made Bulma cry to look at it.

“Ve-ge-taaaaaaa, why won’t the babies come? It’s been one thousand years.”

“It has been 38-41 weeks, depending on when you became pregnant.”

“IT’S BEEN LONGER THAN THAT.”

Vegeta smirked and crossed the room to his beloved one – his beloved ones. He knelt down at the couch and put his head on Bulma’s thigh, mouth facing the dome of her womb and pressed a soft kiss to her flesh. “Little Saiyans, your mother wishes to meet you. Your grandmother wishes to meet you.”

Bulma laid her head back on a pillow and felt herself beginning to cry – again – for no reason other than the gentle timbre of her lover’s voice.

“Little warriors, come out and see your people.

Little royals, come out and see the land.

Little prince and little princess

Your Kingdom is at hand.”

The words were an old royal Saiyan nursery rhyme, and technically, it should have been “little prince OR little princess” but Vegeta had decided long ago that there was one of each in there. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. Bulma hadn’t disputed it – in fact, she agreed with him. There were no ultrasounds, nothing like the prenatal care on Earth, but there were doctors and doulas who could read the ki signatures of the babies. Queen Pea sent for a specialist with knowledge of the Saiyan Gemini, but he was across the planet and refused to travel by pod. He should be in Asket soon, but until he arrived, Bulma was uncomfortable and weepy and from somewhere down in the pit of her stomach, she was worried about the babies, but didn’t know why.

Vegeta continued humming wordlessly, soothing the babies until their ki mellowed. As it did, some of the pain went out of Bulma’s face and she felt herself relax.

“They like you better than me already,” she pouted.

“Nonsense. Saiyans just don’t like being cooped up together for extended periods of time. They were probably fighting.”

“Vegeta, babies don’t fight.”

“Saiyan babies do.” He joked, tickling her thighs with ungloved fingers, raising gooseflesh all over her legs and arms.

“Of course they don’t!” she giggled.

“Of course they do. Saiyans are warlike beasts and you’ll be all alone amongst three of them. We’ll outnumber you.”

“Oh, but I’m sure,” she purred as he began kissing her belly, parting her legs and sweeping his hands over and over the inside of her thighs, “that my prince will defend me from such beasties.”

Vegeta chuckled, his chest rumbling as he hiked her dress a little further up her hips to expose her pert behind and tuft of unruly blue hair. Panties had gone by the wayside about 8 months into her pregnancy, and dresses were about the only thing she could wear. Her normally delicately manicured hair had grown wild, and natural, and for some reason, Vegeta preferred her that way. She was raw, and real, and she was all his.

He kissed lower on her bump, lower down to that tuft of blue, lower down still to kiss her lips and watch her squirm. “Ahn, Vegeta.” She cooed, already melting at his touch.

“Yes, Princess Bulma?”

“I love you.”

He dove into her then, parting her and lapping up her juicy sweetness as it flowed out around his gentle, skillful fingers as they curled into her and rubbed that spot she loved. With his free hand, he massaged and soothed her ever-aching back and she moaned in two kinds of pleasure underneath him. When she grasped his hair with her fingers and cried out, he increased the intensity and sent her toppling over the edge of her delight.

He looked up at her, wiping his mouth. “Come on. I ran you a bath.”

He picked her up with ease, like picking up an overstuffed pillow, and carried her to the bathing chamber. Beri had actually run the bath, sprinkling in oils and herbs to soothe Bulma’s discomfort and stress. The chamber smelled like roses and the steam was warm around her naked body. He knelt down on one knee, lowering her gently into the water. Her head lolled back and she breathed a sigh.

“Tell Beri I said thank you.”

“Tch.” So much for taking credit. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Call me when you’re ready to get out.”

“Mmhm.” “Bulma.”

“Hmm?” she mumbled, eyes closed.

“Call me when you’re ready to get out. Do not attempt to get out on your own – again.”

“I won’t.”

“Bulma…” he growled a warning.

“Really! Falling once was enough.”

Satisfied, or as satisfied as he was going to be, he shut the door behind him.

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“VEGETA!” Bulma screamed. Something was wrong, something was wrong with the babies. The water around her was red, billowing out from a deep crimson into a pink blush at the edges of the tub. “VEGETA!” Bulma was bawling, crying, screaming as Vegeta burst through the bathing chamber door.

“Woma –“ he cut himself off as he was stunned into silence. Blood in the water, terror on her tear streaked face. In half a second, he was at the tub. “I’ll go get Beri or one of the doulas from the castle or – “ He began to pull away from her.

“Vegeta don’t leave me! What’s happening, what’s happening, what’s wrong with my babies?”

He didn’t know. He couldn’t answer her. He needed to go find someone who could help, but she was digging her desperate fingers into his arm and weeping, weeping in abject and perfect terror. Blood welled up from the pricks in his arm, and welled out of her into the water.

“Little warriors, come out and see your people,” he began to sing, in his low, gravelly baritone – an accidental vibrato now, as fear stole in to his voice and it shook and broke. He could feel himself about to cry… something he had not done since he was a baby himself.

“V-vegeta,” Bulma sobbed, “that’s not going to work this time.”

He swallowed. Was he about to meet his children, or watch his wife die? “Little royals, come out and see the land.” He choked, plunging one arm into the water between her legs, as the air around them took on the softest lilac glow.

Bulma was straining against him, against the tub, pushing because instinct told her to. He could feel a little head in his hand, and he jumped into the tub fully clothed, never letting his hand stray from that soft, wet mop of hair.

“Little prince and little princess,” he sang, because he could not scream in his terror, covered now in the bloody water with his wife astride him as he faced her, hands ready to catch their little child. Their little living child, he willed, he insisted.

One last mighty push, and the babe was free in his hands and coming up through the water and breaching the water now, and squalling and crying now – alive, alive, alive his heart sang.

“Your Kingdom is at hand.”

Bulma’s head fell back, cracking against the edge of the tub. “Bulma. Bulma!” He shook her thigh, but she didn’t respond. Tucking the babe - prince or princess unknown, but live and crying with a fury – into the skin tight chest of the suit he still wore, he leaned forward and with measured strength, slapped her face. “BULMA!”

She came to, blinking, bewildered, dazed. “Is he?” and the baby answered her question with renewed volume. “Alive. Stay awake Bulma, stay awake now.” She groaned and tensed every muscle, crying again.

“Vegeta, it hurts!”

“I know, I know, I’m here.”

“The other baby’s coming,” she gritted through bared teeth. The lavender glow of the room deepened to a deep, plummy aubergine light and Bulma pushed again with all her strength. One baby still tucked up into his chest and held in place with his left arm, he had only one hand to catch the baby coming now. Bulma screamed and wept, wept and screamed.

Blood billowed out into the water, and Vegeta felt the baby’s head. “She’s here, she’s here. One more, Bulma, just one more.”

A final, almighty and exhausting effort – Bulma pulled herself up, hands digging into the backs of her knees and feet braced against the solidity of Vegeta’s abdominal muscles – a final push and the baby was born.

Bulma watched through a dreamlike haze as Vegeta’s hand pulled the baby up through the water, up through the air, in silence. She didn’t cry. Was she alive? Was she alive? “Vegeta – is she?” Bulma choked on the question, on her tears.

With a careful hand, Vegeta turned the baby to face her mother – her bright black eyes open, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in rapid but steady breaths. He placed the little princess on Bulma’s bare chest. Alive.

Beri burst through the door then, at last, “Prince Vegeta, the estate is glowing purple!” Her eyes widened in horror and fear as she saw the babies, saw the blood, saw the fully clothed prince awash in the tub and an exhausted Bulma weeping in pain and in joy. “I’ll get the doctors! I’ll get your mother!” She flew from the room as fast as she could.

Bulma was still bleeding into the water, and Vegeta could feel her ki fading. “Bulma.”

“Vegeta, look.” She whispered to him, “She’s perfect. She’s perfect. You were right, one girl. Is the other a boy?”

“Yes.” His voice was the raspiest husk as he reached forward to take the little princess from his wife as her hands slipped down into the water. “Yes. He’s strong.”

“He’s not crying anymore.” Her voice was fading, the thinnest rumor of a whisper now.

Vegeta tucked the little princess into his shirt, next to her brother. “Bulma, you need to stay awake. Bulma!”

“Little warriors, come out and see your people,” she whispered, arms dangling limply in the water, eyes fluttering closed. “Little royals, come out and see the land.”

Vegeta lay there in her blood, trapped by his fear and uncertainty, his children pressed against his heart. He finished the rhyme, tears running down his face. “Little prince and little princess, your Kingdom is at hand.”

#Kotonari #vegebul au #vegebul #vegeta #bulma

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Spirit Bear

Taking a break in my birthday celebration (really, it’s just me sitting on my sofa, eating cake) to write this thing, inspired by Wardruna’s “UruR”. (Loosely translated, the lyrics are: I travelled in my mind/back to the ice that gave birth to me/feel the warmth of the breath that thawed me.)

You have a secret, one you’ve never known how to tell Sam and Dean, but suddenly they’re faced with it – what will they do when you attract a monster they’ve never heard of before?

Sam x reader

Please let me know what you think, and give me a shout if you want on – or off – my tag list.

Word count: 2477

“We’re awesome!” Dean offered you a high-five, and you slapped his hand with enthusiasm, relishing in the electrifying high that came with every successful hunt.

“Oh yes, we are! Tonight we really deserve an extra bottle of beer.” You took a step towards the car and your leg wobbled a bit, sending a familiar frost into your toes. Fuck! Not now. Not tonight! You’d planned to take advantage of that liquid courage and buzzing success to… Well, it didn’t matter now. You would be incapacitated for the next few days.

Sam was by your side immediately, supporting you by the elbow, sending chills up your arm, lessening the spreading numbness a little bit. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah.” You thought about it. “No. No beer for me tonight. Sorry guys. I need to go… mmmotel.” Your voice was already slipping, and you cursed internally. Usually you were alone during these – seizures – and you didn’t want Sam and Dean to see you so vulnerable.

Cold sweat coated your body, making you sticky and gluing your clothes to your skin. And along with the dizziness and sickness came the longing: the yearning for something long since passed. The ice beckoned you, luring you into the dark depths, back where you should’ve remained resting all those years ago.

With one Winchester on each side, you slowly made it to the motel room you all shared with relative ease. Each step sent lightning through your bones. The ice-cold pain exploded in front of your eyes; white stars and fireworks clouded your vision, and you clung to your support as if your life depended on it.

“Jesus, you’re freezing!” Sam commented when a bone pale hand closed around his.

“Don’t worry,” you wanted to say, but with a frozen tongue and numb lips the words were jumbled into a drowsy donworr.  

“What’s going on, Y/N, please tell me,” Sam begged, careful to not hurt you as he lowered you down on the bed. As he placed your head on the soft pillow, Dean lifted your stiff legs so you’d be comfortable, flinching from the sudden chill in your body.

After tucking you in with both yours and his blanket, Sam lightly kissed your forehead and sat down on the edge of the mattress and stroked your hair. “What is going on?” he repeated, growing more desperate with every shivering breath you took.

“…n-not explain n…now,” you stuttered through your clattering teeth. “T-too late. But Sam: what’vr y’see in’ere… dn be ‘fraid. Ah… anda beri … not… bad.” Your eyes glazed over, fresh frost roses wound their way over your irises, dulling the colour before spreading over the rest of your face.

Sam never checked, but he knew the rest of your body was covered too. You were completely frozen; your usually soft hair hidden under a thick layer of white and fuzzy rime, and your lips dark blue.

Running a finger over your pale skin hurt – it was like dipping his hand in liquid nitrogen. He felt like throwing up. Not knowing what to do – what had caused this: it was excruciating. You hadn’t been in contact with a witch in months, no cursed objects, no magicks. Despair and desperation wrapped around him as he watched you, ignoring Dean’s futile attempts at coming up with a theory.

Suddenly the lights flickered. The room grew dark as if a shadow blocked the sun. Sam grabbed his gun and jumped to his feet, standing over you like an angry lion, ready to rip out the throat of any threat that might be approaching, and Dean copied his brother, standing guard, watching the door.

A presence filled the room as the shadow deepened. It crept over the walls, slowly, deliberately, closing in on you. The temperature rose, like a gust of desert winds, whipping Sam’s hair into his face.

The wind increased, rolling back and forth – in and out like a breath, filling the now almost pitch black room with heat.

“Dean!” Sam yelled, his mouth dry. It was as if the air had burned and shrivelled up, and in the dim light, he strained to see anything at all. His stomach twisted with dread – this was nothing like any monster they’d encountered before. Was it even possible to kill?

“I’m here, Sammy,” Dean replied as if he was far away. Feeling his way over the floor, he joined his brother, standing watch over you.

“Where?” Still clutching the gun with one hand like a lifeline, Sam fumbled in the darkness with the other – grasping at the empty air until he met Dean’s reassuring hand, and held tight.

Light footsteps resonated from behind the shadows, coming nearer and nearer, until they broke through the shroud. Suddenly the sound was clear; bare feet slapping and dragging towards them, sharp claws scraping over the floor. With each step the air grew hotter.

Dean felt sweat drip from his nose, and Sam shook his head to keep his soaked hair out of his eyes. He turned to face you. Frost radiated from your body, and a faint blue shimmer, just barely visible, pulsated over your exposed skin.

A sharp gasp from Dean, filled with confusion and anger, turned Sam around again. The source of the steps was so close he could feel the creature inhale and exhale, and slowly – as if emerging from dark smoke, it became visible. The contour first, a large head on massive shoulders. A bulging back, covered in dark fur. Burning eyes deep in its hidden face.

“You’re not getting her,” he said, his voice nothing more than hoarse whispers. Next to him, Dean straightened and inched closer to block the way to you.

The creature puffed hot air through its snout and growled. The rumble was low and sharp, like a large rock being dragged across a hard surface. Something in the guttural snarl was earthly and primal, and it made the hairs on their arms rise as the waves of it hit their chests, making every breath a labour to take.

Dean attempted to fire his gun at the creature, but his hand wouldn’t obey his mind.

The creature growled again, louder and slower, standing in front of them like a rock. Then a voice from nowhere filled their heads: “Move.” It entered their minds with precision, searching briefly for the right expression.

“No.” Sam trembled. “We are not leaving her.”

A sense of both amusement and impatience filled the air, and the creature spoke in their heads again, this time faltering and broken, a voice that reminded Dean of old oak trees and dried bark. Sam had a vision of razor-sharp sand trickling over the edge into the abyss and sending a cloud of harsh dust into his eyes.

“Move – help – frozen – dying – melt.” The creature’s misery permeated the darkness, but still Sam and Dean weren’t willing to step aside.

With a snort of great effort, the creature lifted its body up on its hind legs. Reaching its paws towards them, a blast of boiling air rushed over them. The room changed, revealing a grey sky filled with the promise of snow.

Sam shook his head, trying to step out of the vision, but it only grew stronger. Dean blinked from the sudden light, squinting at the picturesque scene that played in front of them. Snow clad trees appeared under the heavy clouds; the metallic taste of winter coated their tongues.

All of a sudden a loud roar broke through the serenity. There was some sort of commotion by the forest edge; an animal fighting for its life, but to no avail: a huge net fell from the trees, and it was dragged away, roaring and raging at first, then whimpering in pain and despair.

The vision shifted, pulling them closer to a warm light in the distance. A cluster of timber houses around a bonfire built on painted rocks, infused with herbs that smelled sweeter, almost sickly sweet, the closer they got, and in a cage covered with sigils, suspended over the flames, sat the captured animal: a huge bear-like creature. Its fur was black, almost blue where the light from the flames danced over it, and its sad eyes shone with a pale orange, like a fire that’s dying.

Sam felt a pang of sorrow for the doomed creature: that something so beautiful and wild should die so savagely. Beside him, Dean muttered to himself: “It ain’t right,” he said, shaking his head. “It ain’t right!”

The world darkened around them again, but the place remained. All the houses had dark windows now, and above them a full moon shone bright.

The bonfire area, that had been bustling with people trying to get a good look at the bear-creature earlier, was empty now, save for a lone figure: a teenage girl who sat in a chair, wrapped in thick clothes and a woollen blanket. Steam rose from her mouth as she stoked the glowing embers that remained of the fire.

In the cage, the creature rocked back and forth, breathing heavily and painfully. Its ears were drooping, and the fur seemed dirty and matted.

Every now and then, the girl glanced up at the creature with regret in her eyes. Her eyes and nose were all that could be seen in the fur-covered hood, and they were so familiar that Sam took a step towards her. Under his boots the snow crunched and squeaked.

“Y/N?” he breathed.

You never heard him, of course, but you stilled, apparently deep in thought, before you slowly got up, shaking the stiffness from your limbs and rubbing your hands together. Taking a few steps towards a tall pole in the middle of the enclosure, you stopped to listen for a few seconds, casting an uneasy glance towards the nearest cluster of houses. Everything grew still, even the soft weeping from the creature.

Then, as if you finally made up your mind, you acted swiftly: untying the rope that held the cage in place and swinging it back over safe ground, away from the burning embers. It creaked ominously as you lowered it down, and once it touched the snow, the door flung open.

The creature’s head snapped up, a fierce fire returning to its hazy eyes. It snorted and puffed, watching you with weary eyes as you backed away from the cage, leaving it unprotected, and with a final shake of its body and soft growl, the creature took off, leaving a trail of melted paw prints and mist hanging in the air.

Once again the vision shifted, and now they stood on the edge of an icy lake. The depths of the water sucked away all light, leaving a glistening, dark green surface. You were creeping over the thin ice, sliding on your stomach like a penguin and pushing forward with your feet, reaching for something Sam couldn’t see. With a shout of victory, you lifted a small object into the air and turned around, slowly and cautiously making your way back to the shore.

A loud crack rang through the air like a whip. Dread ran down Sam’s spine, and he reached for his brother. Their hands met in the middle, and they clutched each other as they watched a rift in the ice grow longer, chasing you as you hurried to get away.

Frothy waves twisted and turned as the crack expanded. Small flakes broke off, and soon you found yourself struggling in a slush of jagged shards. Within a minute you stopped fighting, and sank under the water.

Sam called for you. He was ready to dive in, if Dean hadn’t held him back and pointed to a shadow that formed over where you’d gone down. From inside the shadow, a warm light flicked. Long flames licked the sky as the dark cloud spun around itself, slowly transforming into a furry animal that descended onto the cracked ice as if it weighed nothing.

Suddenly the water bubbled and steamed, lifting something – you – out of the depths. The bear-creature took you in its arms and carried you to shore, placing you gently in the snow. You were pale and your lips were dark blue, and your eyes lifeless and dull.

You weren’t breathing, and Sam watched in horror as the creature opened its mouth to devour you. But instead of swallowing you whole, it breathed on you. Over and over, until colour returned to your skin, spreading like paint in water. You spluttered and retched, then sat up, smiling tenderly at your rescuer as it dissipated into nothingness, enveloping you in a bubble of warm, dry air.

Next came a flurry of rapid visions, one right after another; visions of you lying on a bed, on the ground, on a sofa: cold, pale, unmoving, before the bear-creature emerged from the shadows to breath life back into you. Sam felt sick as he watched you freeze to death over and over, and he leaned heavily on Dean, who in turn leaned on Sam, no doubt feeling equally weak.

Once the visions faded, and they were back in the now sweltering motel room, both Winchesters took a step to the side to let the bear-creature pass. It swooped between them, panting and growling, and stopped, hovering just inches above you. It then let out a long, hissing breath, melting the crystals in your eyelashes.

Slowly your chest began to rise, and you gasped, sucking in air as if you’d been drowning, looking into the fading face with gratitude and a gentle smile. “Thank you, anda beri,” you whispered as the last kiss of flames blew your hair back with a poof.

Sam and Dean sank down on the bed on each side of you and enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug. “Don’t you ever do that to me again!” Sam growled, resting his forehead against yours.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dean asked, patting your head and hair.

“Sorry,” you muttered, looking at the hands in your lap. “I… I honestly didn’t know how. And I figured if I managed to… be… alone…” Your voice trailed off, leaving you in a pool of embarrassment.

Sam kissed your nose, just a fleeting touch you weren’t really sure you felt at all. “Y/N, look at me.” His voice was gentle and there was a smile hidden somewhere in it. Looking up, you found two glistening, kind eyes, brimming with love. “You will never have to be alone for this. Never again.”

Somewhere in your consciousness you felt Dean let go of the two of you, but you didn’t register. All your attention was directed at Sam, who smiled at you like the first sunshine that caresses the recently thawed out earth in the spring, and you knew – you both new that the two of you would face this together for as long as you lived.

Tagging my friends:

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#supernatural fan fiction #sam x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester #reader insert #oneshot #spirit bear #writing is hard

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Last Sentence Tag Game

Write the latest line from your WIP (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Start a new post, don’t reblog.

I was tagged by @leavesdriftinginthewind

My last line was:

I have 3 WIPs currently. Two of them are second chapters for my two most recent works on AO3, and the third is another addition to the control au. I’m curious if anyone can guess which work this line belongs to?

tagging @emmas-carstairs​ @natliecole​ @onlyangelxo​ @suchaladyy​ and @beri-allen​ (as well as anyone else who would like to play) because I want to creep on what everybody has been working on

#very excited for ppl to read this based on the convos in discord #which i can tell is now going to occupy far too much of my time #wyler #weyler #wednesday x tyler #control au #sweet like honey #and a third secret thing #writing