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ibis-gt · 3 years

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*slides you 37 pennies* how would luther handle trying to go on a public date with cam (movie, restaurant, etc.) with the whole… affection turns height to no.

had two requests for this one so here u go! luther does his best to keep it together for date night. 2750 words, warning for brief mention of violence in a movie and some hanky panky between consenting adults. not explicit, just a little spicy.

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Four months into their relationship, and Luther has more of a handle on things now.

He’s got the size thing totally under control. He hardly ever shrinks just because Cam looked at him anymore. He can take a compliment like a champion. Those soft, sweet, gentle smiles that spread across Cam’s face like molasses? Barely make him lose an inch. Physical contact? He’s… still working on that one.

But at the very least they can have date nights in public now, as long as Cam behaves himself, and Cam is quite willing to behave himself. Most of the time.

It’s a snowy Saturday night in December, and they’ve got a date planned. Cam will pick Luther up at eight, they’ll go have dinner at a local sushi place, watch a late night special feature from the 80s, and then come back home for some wine and light snuggling before bed. An absolutely perfect night, if Luther can make it through enough of it full-size.

He’s still debating his outfit when a gentle knock at his front door heralds his beloved’s arrival. Five minutes early as usual.

“It’s open!” Luther calls. “C’mon in and help me choose, will you?” He’s standing in his bedroom in a pair of black slacks with the horrid green jumpsuit undone and tied around his waist, staring critically at his two choices of top. A lovely turquoise turtleneck, or a stylish electric blue button-up. The floor creaks behind him as Cam ambles in. “Which one do you think is better? I guess it depends on what you’re wear - eep!”

Luther squeaks and jumps as Cam presses his lips to Luther’s neck, big warm hands sliding up his arms to rest on his bare shoulders, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.

“Both look nice,” Cam murmurs in his ear. “But I think I like the blue one better.”

“C-cam,” Luther whines, his face going pink. “If you keep this up we’re not even going to get out the door.” The hands remove themselves, and Cam pulls back, chuckling.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. All that exposed real estate, you know.” He lets out a perfect wolf whistle. God damn him. Luther glares over his shoulder and folds his arms, letting annoyance take over.

“We’ve been planning this for weeks, and you’re going to ruin it,” he pouts. “Go on, out. Wait in the living room if you’re going to be like this.” Cam puts his hands up in a placating gesture and retreats, but that damn smile doesn’t leave his face. Luther tosses his hair and huffs, secretly proud of himself. He didn’t even lose a half inch. He turns back to consider his options.

Well, if Cam is so focused on his neck tonight, that sweater might be the better option to afford him some protection. But he said he liked the button-up better… It’s lighter than the sweater so it won’t keep him as warm, but that means he can steal Cam’s big coat later on. The turtleneck would completely cover the green jumpsuit, but the blue of the button-up actually compliments it nicely. Luther nods decisively. The button-up will be perfect.

He dresses quickly, gives himself a final once-over in the mirror, unbuttons his top button, and heads out to see Cam. His boyfriend - his boyfriend! The thought still sends a thrill through him - has picked up the cat, Scrunge, and is stroking her head, making little baby noises at her. She purrs in her usual way, fast and loud, like a revving motorcycle. Cam sets her down when he sees Luther and sighs happily.

“You look fantastic,” he says.

“You clean up pretty nice yourself.” Luther crosses the room and fondly brushes a loose strand of hair behind Cam’s ear. Cam’s in a dark grey v-neck shirt and black suit jacket, slightly tarnished silver cufflinks adorning the sleeves. He’s got his big heavy winter coat draped over one arm so he doesn’t overheat in the relative warmth of the apartment. Luther sneaks a covetous little glance at it before grabbing his own shabby coat off a hook near the door.

He bends down to give Scrunge a goodbye scritch behind the ears. “Behave yourself while I’m out,” he tells her. “No tearing around the place and knocking things over.” She meows plaintively. Luther retrieves her bag of treats and gives her two as a bribe, which she accepts happily.

“Okay,” Luther says, straightening and shrugging on his coat. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Cam says, and takes his hand.

They walk to the restaurant. No point in searching for parking, it’d take longer than just hoofing it anyway. It’s been snowing on and off throughout the week and piles of dirty slush cover the sidewalk. It’s cold, but Luther’s coat is keeping him warm enough for now. He and Cam hold hands as they walk to the restaurant, and Luther doesn’t even shrink a little bit. His chest swells with so much pride he thinks his feet might leave the ground.

The place is only a little busy, so they have a short wait before they’re shown to their table. They get their usual orders. Luther prefers simple rolls and nigiri so the taste of the fish is front and center, while Cam likes to get the complicated, loaded rolls for the variety of texture and flavor. While they wait for their food to arrive, Luther fills Cam in on Scrunge’s latest reign of terror in his apartment, and how much it’ll cost to fix the cracked frame of the painting she’d somehow managed to knock off the wall in her frenzy to catch the fabled red laser dot.

The food arrives. Cam offers Luther a taste of his rolls - he’s gotten something deep fried with cream cheese, cucumber, and crab, and another loaded high with four kinds of fish, topped with roe. Luther tries the one with all the fish, but passes on the deep fried one. He trades Cam a piece of mackerel nigiri. Then he continues on talking, telling Cam about his week, how work’s been, the new guy they hired, and the annoying new habit his coworker’s formed of singing along with the music on the jukebox, regardless of whether she knows the lyrics or not.

Luther suddenly catches the look in Cam’s eyes. There’s something… hungry in them. It’s the only way he can describe it. It’s not regular hungry, because he’s practically ignoring his food in favor of listening intently to Luther’s rambling story. He’s leaning forward, arms folded on the table in front of him, drinking in every word Luther has to say. He’s hungry for him. The realization hits Luther like a truck and he stops mid-sentence, jaw dropping, a blush starting to spread across his face.

“What’s wrong?” Cam asks, innocent as ever. How could he even know the effect he has on Luther? How could Luther ever explain?

“N-nothing, um, I… I’ve been talking a lot, why don’t you take over for a bit? What’s keeping you busy at work?” It was delightful to listen to Cam ramble on about his job. Luther barely understood a word of it, but his enthusiasm was adorable and, importantly, not about Luther. He could keep it together and breathe a bit, work on calming down the scramble of emotion in his gut.

Sure enough, he wins himself a good fifteen minutes of calm while Cam talks on about carburetors and mufflers and manifolds. He could be making it up for all Luther knows. It’s not until Cam realizes his deep fried roll has gone cold that he breaks off to eat. They finish their food, decide to pass on dessert, pay, and head for the theater.

It’s only a few blocks away, a fifteen minute walk at most. The night has gotten a little colder and darker, and now stray snowflakes drift and spin through the air, catching the streetlights and twinkling like stars. Cam has a lot of fun pretending he’s a dragon, his warm breath turning to steaming clouds in the freezing air. Luther’s shivering now, his old secondhand coat doing little to protect him from the chill. Cam notices, of course, and whips his own coat off in an instant.

“Oh, please,” Luther demurs, “You’re so chivalrous, but really, I’m fine.”

“You’re shaking like a weathervane in a hurricane, sweetheart. I’ll be fine, I’m my own space heater.” Cam arranges the coat over Luther’s shoulders neatly and slips his arm around Luther’s waist, pulling him in close. It’s so warm and so nice, and so very, very close. Luther’s shivers slacken and cease, and then one more shakes him, different from the rest.

“Oh no,” Luther whispers, “I was doing so well, please…”

Luckily, he only loses about three inches. His clothes are a little looser, and he’s engulfed a little more by Cam’s huge coat, but he’s still a perfectly normal height. He sighs in relief.

“So what’s this movie we’re seeing?” Luther asks, trying to take his mind off of things.

“Oh, so it’s this old sci fi cult classic based on a book no one’s ever read. I saw it the first time when I was like… eight? And it scarred me for life, really, and now I’m obsessed with this shit. The special effects are super gnarly, and they hold up okay, even though you can totally see the tube for the fake blood in the decapitation scene. Don’t worry too much about following the plot, it’s not really the point of the movie, but what you should know ahead of time is…”

Cam rambles on like that, filling the night with fog. Luther snuggles in closer and listens happily, totally at ease. He made it through the most important part of the night, and once they get in the theater, he can relax. It doesn’t matter if he shrinks in the theater - from what Cam’s said, the only people watching this late-night special feature will be die-hard fans who’ll be glued to the screen, and in the darkness they won’t have to worry about anyone catching sight of them.

That also means, of course, that Cam might get a little handsy once the lights dim. If he’s being honest, Luther would be disappointed if he didn’t.

They get a seat in the back row. As the previews start up, Cam reaches over and takes Luther’s chin in his hand, turning it gently so they face each other. For a moment, he just holds them there, staring into Luther’s eyes with an adoring softness that makes Luther’s heart sing. Then he leans in and kisses him, just once, softly on the mouth. Luther shivers and loses another few inches. Cam lets him go, but Luther’s not satisfied. He grabs Cam’s collar and pulls him down for another kiss, this one deeper and hungrier. Cam chuckles against his mouth and nips at his bottom lip, catching it between his teeth for just a moment. Luther sits back heavily in his seat, breath coming in shallow gasps. He grips his armrests tight, trying to pay attention to the trailer for the newest slasher flick as it blares out through the theater. No dice. He’s losing height fast now, shrinking down to four feet tall, his normal clothes hanging off his frame.

They stay apart for all of a minute before Cam’s hand sneaks across the seat and slides into place on Luther’s thigh. He strokes his thumb back and forth in a slow rhythm, humming happily. Luther gasps and shrinks more, staring wide-eyed as Cam’s hand covers more and more of him, soon easily encompassing his entire thigh.

He’s maybe two feet tall now and he can’t see the screen over the seat in front of him. Cam glances down, catching the pouting, grumpy look on Luther’s face, and presses a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“Here, sweetheart,” Cam murmurs, and picks Luther up with one hand. With the other, he frees him from his clothing so that he’s only clad in the jumpsuit. Cam settles Luther gently on his lap. This has fixed the problem of not being able to see the screen, but only momentarily. Luther goes bright red and dwindles down even further. By the time the previews have finished, he’s only eight inches tall.

As the opening theme blares with discordant trumpets, Cam pinches the back of Luther’s jumpsuit between thumb and forefinger and lifts him up. He dangles Luther in front of his face for a moment, expression torn between adoring and apologetic, then brings him in close for a gentle kiss. He sets Luther on his shoulder and hands him a piece of popcorn.

Luther hides his burning face behind the buttery morsel. He’d been expecting a little hanky panky, but nothing so direct. Stolen kisses, maybe a fake yawn that disguised Cam putting his arm around Luther, a little playing with his hair. Going for the thigh like that… that was entirely unexpected. He’s beginning to suspect Cam was trying to get him tiny.

The movie is just as gory and weird as promised. Luther isn’t super squeamish, but more than once he turns and ducks his face into Cam’s neck, squealing in disgust, his voice quiet enough at this size that he doesn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone else. Every time, he feels Cam shake under him with silent laughter, enjoying Luther’s reactions.

The movie ends before too long, and the other theatergoers file out, chatting animatedly with one another about the flick. Cam holds his hand up to his chest, and Luther pushes himself off Cam’s shoulder, landing gracefully in his palm. Cam sets him down on the armrest while he folds up Luther’s discarded clothing and tucks it in an inner pocket of his big coat. He looks down at Luther and tilts his head to one side, lips pursed in a calculating expression.

“You’re just a little too big to hide comfortably… here, let’s fix that.” Cam puts his elbows on either side of Luther on the armrest and looms over him, completely blocking the dim theater lights overhead. Luther takes a few involuntary steps back and bumps up against Cam’s hands, linked together behind him to form a ring penning him in. “You’re all mine now,” Cam breathes, quiet as a whisper. “So tiny and cute. I’m going to put you in my pocket and carry you home, and then… well, then we’ll see what I’ll do with you, hm?” A crooked, meaningful grin spreads across Cam’s face, and that hungry look comes back into his eyes.

It works like a charm. Luther’s legs shake, his heart pounds, and he shivers. He dwindles down to half his height, a mere four inches.

“There we go,” Cam croons, and scoops him up in one hand. Cam stows him safely in his coat pocket, held in a loose fist to keep him safe from jostling and the cold. He exits the theater and moves through the crowds easily. People tend to make way when they see a man his size coming towards them.

Luther curls up against Cam’s fingers and sighs happily. Cam’s hand is warm, calloused in places but soft in others, and the pocket sways gently with his gait. It’s so safe and cozy, combined with the late hour and the exhaustion of the day, it’s the perfect recipe to knock him out. He fights the heaviness of his eyelids as long as he can, but only makes it a few blocks before he’s fast asleep.

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“Whew, cold one out tonight,” Cam says as he unlocks the door to Luther’s apartment. He can already hear Scrunge wailing on the other side. “I hope you weren’t too frozen in there.” He pushes the door open and addresses the cat. “Yes, we’re home, hello darling, we missed you too.” She winds around his legs and purr-meows at top volume. “Okay, okay, other people are trying to sleep,” Cam hisses. “You’re gonna wake up the whole floor, shitty kitty.” She mrrps in disapproval.

He pulls Luther out of his pocket. “So, babe, do you wanna - oh.” The little dear is asleep, snoring softly. Cam smiles and presses a kiss to his chest. He takes a seat on the couch, sighing as he plops himself down. Scrunge leaps up into his lap immediately and puts her front legs up on his chest, sniffing at Luther in his hand.

“Poor dear’s all tuckered out,” Cam murmurs, giving her a scritch. “Let’s let him rest.”

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dreamyjoons · 3 years

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hello, sending in a request for third weekend: oc being a switch in bed and having joon on his hand and knees while she milks him away giving the best orgasm ever for which he didn’t agree at first. oooh lotsa nicknames from joon to oc pls if possible 🥺

thank you so much 😭😭😭😭 I love all your works i can’t wait for this week tho 🧨🔥🤯

Oooh lawd 👀 i like where your mind is at my friend 🥰 thank you very much! I think i knew what you were going for and i tried hahah, i hope you enjoy this. also god this gif ends me... oui sir, oui

W: 1.5k (eep babyyyy!)

18+: swearing, oral, handjobs. Consentual fun times!

“That’s it, little bird. Give it all to me.”

Namjoon presses a harder kiss to the inside of your thighs as he pumps his fingers inside of you.

You lay in your bed with his head between your legs as he fingers you higher and higher until you’re seeing stars.

His lips move back to your clit, rolling the sensitive bud under his tongue. Soon you’re bucking your hips into his face, his fingers curling inside of you.

“Joonie, Joonie please...”

You slam your head back into the mattress, unable to keep your eyes on him any longer.

“Use your words, love. Tell me.”

“Wanna cum... please?” You whimper. You feel him laugh against you, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming sensation.

“Cum, then.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

With a few final pumps you cum, fingers and toes curling into whatever you can get hold of as Namjoon works your through your high.

He keeps his tongue pressed to you until you start twitching, the overstimulation making you whine. With a few final kisses and a kitten lick for good measure, Namjoon playfully slaps your thigh and crawls up to peck your lips.

“You like being my good little sub sometimes, right? You can admit it.”

You laugh at him, slapping him in the chest and rolling your eyes. He grins down at you, dimple popping in his cheek as his dark eyes meet yours.

“It’s definitely not the worst thing in the world. But i like being able to take back control too. My turn.”

You place your hand on his shoulder and with a gentle shove he falls back onto the bed beside you. You catch the shock on his face as he falls, the power of manoeuvring the big man already going to your head.

“It’s my turn to make you feel good. Come here.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to, love.”

“I know, I want to.”

A soft smile crosses his features, those dimplee you so love popping out at you.

“Crawl to me.” You smirk, heart fluttering with how soft he looks.

He looks slightly perplexed but does as he’s told, moving towards you across the bed before pressing his lips to yours.

You let your fingers trail across his shoulders before heading down his back, tracing the muscle definition and the dips in his skin.

He shivers at your touch making you smirk into the kiss. You pull away, excitement thrumming in you.

“Stay like that. You’re in a perfect position for me to reach you.”

“I- what?”

You shuffle to his side, once again drifting your fingers across his skin. Gently flowing them down his ribs and across his hipbone before stopping just above his already half-hard shaft.

Letting your fingernails ever so softly drag across the top of where he wait for you, you put your hand on his chin and turn him back to you.

“Are you gonna be good for me now, Joonie?” You ask, running a knuckle down his shaft so lightly that it barely touches him.

He gasps at the sparing contact, his eyelids slamming shut.

“You remember our safeword, yes?”

“Bonsai.”

“Good.”

“But this is not how Isaw myself getting off. On all fours being milked like a cow.”

“Don’t knock it babe, you never know.” You wink at him before lowering your lips to his back, kissing your way up his spine.

His rebuttal is lost to the aether as he arches into your kisses, and you keep them coming as you wait for him to finally relax.

Once he’s putty in your hands, you move to take hold of his cock, gentle and featherlight as you begin to get a feel for him at this angle.

His breathing stops as you touch him, the drag of your fingers agonisingly slow. You take your hand off his and he groans.

“Spit.” You hold your hand out in front of his mouth, expectant eyebrows raised.

Namjoon stammers before complying, and can only splutter when you spit too before moving your hand back to his length.

Starting at his base you take a good grip and run your hand down his cock firmly, slick coating him. Satisfied, you begin the real work.

You begin to put a twist in your pumps of him. Still laboriously slow and teasing, but with just enough edge to get him breathless.

With his entire focus locked into your hand, you start the kisses again, dotting them up his back. Every now and then you’d give him a little bite, just to keep him grounded and not solely focused on his pleasure.

Namjoon practically purrs, letting you take your time to see what works best.

Soon enough though, he starts to get more needy, letting his hips rock slightly into your hand as you begin to rub him a little faster.

“Am I going fast enough for you there, Joonie?”

“No love, you know you’re not!”

“That’s no way to talk to the woman with your cock in her hand, is it?”

“Please Y/N, baby, please go faster.”

There was no denying that kind of request from Namjoon. Especially when he peppers so many pet names into his breathy moans. It’s how you know you've got him where you want him.

Sucking bruising marks into his skin you oumo him faster, putting more of a twist on your wrist as you reach his tip. You flicked his precum off his tip and stroked it back down his length, his arousal plain to see and hear.

It doesn’t take long before he’s fully worked up and completely putty for you. It was such a turn on that it was proving hard to keep your own hand off from in between your legs.

His words were turning uncontrollable, an ongoing lament as his hips thrust wildly against your hand. He was reaching higher and higher, and soon you know he was going to let loose.

“No no, fuck!”

You heard the words and immediately let go on him, releasing your teeth from his shoulder.

“Safeword?”

You’re barely free of him when his large hand is on yours, pressing it back between his legs to his cock.

“Fuck no, shit baby, keep fucking going. No, as in ‘no I can’t believe this is making me feel so good’. I hate being fucking wrong sometimes.”

Wrapping both of your hands around him fully, he picks his hips back up to pace to make up for lost time. He quashes your worries quickly, happy to be proved right yet again when it comes to getting Namjoon off. But that doesn’t mean he’s always going to get his way.

He releases your hand, and you decide to slacken your grip so that he could get no more friction.

He spins back to look at you, betrayal written plain across his features. You could see sweat building on his face, the beads speeding past the tiny freckles that you adore so much.

“Why- stopped?” He gasps, eyes imploring yours to keep going.

“You may still want this Joon, but I’m in control.”

His eyes scrunch as he tries to compose himself, but with his shivers of anticipation you could tell how much he was struggling to not bring himself to orgasm on his own. But with you in charge he wouldn’t. You’d find other ways to make him suffer.

“Love please, I’m desperate.”

“Oh, I know you are.”

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please, let me cum Y/N.”

Loudly you hum, deliberately taking your time as you weigh up his words. Namjoon lets out a whine, a noise you so rarely hear from him it’s hard to hold back a smile.

Gripping him once again, you start jerking his throbbing cock. You matched the speed you were at before, tugging and meeting the thrust of his hips and the incandescent moans he lets out.

“Y/N please!”

“Cum for me, Joonie.”

With a playful nip to his shoulder blade and a few more thrusts into your tightly-formed fist he finally reaches his orgasm.

His hips buck wildy and his back arches, the most guttural moans you had ever heard forcing out of his body.

Ropes of cum leave him, covering the sheets and his body convulses through his orgasm. His fingers scrunch so tightly in the sheets that his knuckles go white, and beads of sweat now drip freely down his face.

When he finally begins to come down you help ease him back, releasing his already softening cock and guiding him back to the pillows.

He pulls you into his arms as he catches his breath back, pressing kisses into your hair.

“Well… shit.”

“I told you to trust me, my cute cow.” You laugh, settling comfily on his chest.

“That makes you quite the farmer, little bird. We gotta do that again soon.”

#namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon drabble #namjoon smut #bts x you #bts x reader #bts reader insert #bts smut #thirst drabbles #my writing

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greatbigbellies · 3 years

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Hello! Another new anonymous commission! This is a continuation of THIS STORY and follows the later half of Leo’s hyperpregnancy! Contains hyperpregnancy, tmpreg, some more weight gain and lactation, belly worship, allusions to sex, and general soft lovey dovey content. Enjoy!

“Are you sure you don’t need help carrying anything?” asked Leo, his massive belly swaying left and right as we waddled next to his husband, Marko. Leo was wearing floral swim trunks, and his more than ample chest was covered by a large, stretched tank top, but it did nothing to shield his pale, pregnant belly form the sun. Marko’s arms were full of beach towels, a heavy picnic basket, a bucket of bulk-order sunscreen, and two folding chairs for the pair. He stared at Leo’s belly, then into Leo’s eyes, before shaking his head and smiling. “I love you hon but you’re carrying enough,” he said. Leo realized his hands were all but glued to the sides of his tummy to steady his gait, and he realized that, yes, 24 babies was probably enough for one man to carry. Or is it? He thought to himself.

Leo had maintained mobility for a little longer than expected, so the two set out for one final non-stay-home-and-eat date together, at a nearby beach just an hour away. The stretch of sand was largely unpopulated, save for some squawking seagulls, so the couple had the privacy they needed to just… be. Granted, Leo had grown more accustomed to being the center of attention, and in a weird way was starting to enjoy it, but there was still something serene about being alone with his doting husband.

Marko checked his watch, and looked around the beach before setting the chairs down in the sand. “Tide’s coming in… and if my information is correct, in a couple hours, the water well flow right up across your lower tummy, and run over your feet. From here, you can experience the ocean without having to get up!” he said, unfolding one chair behind Leo, letting him take a seat. Leo’s considerably widened hips and butt filled the chair, creating audible creaks as it supported his pregnancy weight.

Marko laid out a towel on the sand before plopping the rest of the supplies on it. There was a nice breeze, carrying the cool ocean mist up to the pair without being obnoxiously strong. “You hungry babe?” asked Marko. Leo nodded eagerly, prompting his husband to pull a very stacked sandwich out of the basket. “I’ll get to work on your sunscreen while you eat that,” he said, kissing Leo on the top of his head, making the pregnant man blush.

He popped open the bucket of sunscreen while Leo tore into the sub, taking in the cacophony of flavors. Marko all but dunked his hands into the sunscreen, getting a good thick coating on both hands, before moving over and placing them on the front of Leo’s tummy. He shivered a little at the sudden application of cold lotion to his bare skin. Marko moved his hands in large, sweeping circles, applying a coating of sunscreen to Leo’s expanse of gravid skin. He leaned forward and placed a quick , loving kiss on the front, before covering that spot with more sunscreen.

“You love doing that, don’t you?” Leo asked between bites. “What, putting sunscreen on you? I guess?” said Marko confusedly. Leo chuckled, causing his belly to jiggle slightly. “No… well… yes obviously you love doing that, but… kissing my belly. You do it all the time,” he commented. Marko, blushed, but Leo couldn’t see it past his expansive midriff. “I mean… it’s like kissing you and our kids at the same time? I just… I have a lot of love to give you guys,” he replied. Leo beamed, his husband was such a softie. “Honey you DON’T have to explain yourself I love it when you do that! I was just pointing it out,” he said. The chair creaked again as he continued his sandwich. .

Marko moved onto the left flank of Leo’s tummy, blushing more intensely. Leo smirked, “I think the babies love it too,” Marko’s heart fluttered. “Really?” he asked. Leo nodded, “kiss me and feel how much they kick!” he teased, though Marko didn’t need to be told twice. He laid a deep, tender smooch on the side of Leo’s 13 month pregnant tummy, and felt it up with his hands. A flurry of kicks and shifts from inside confirmed what Leo said. If Leo thought Marko kissed his belly a lot before, he had no idea what was to come. Marko got back to work putting on the sunscreen, but would pepper a patch of skin with kisses before running his hands over them. Leo gleefully enjoyed the worship as he continued demolishing his sub. Right as he was about halfway through it…

Creeeaaaakkkk… the bolts holding his chair together snapped under his weight, and he plopped onto the ground with a THUD. Marko looked at him, shocked, and asked “Oh my god are you okay? Are you hurt? Are the babies okay?” Leo assessed himself. The surprise was the worst part. His belly simply shifted slightly, and his marshmallowy ass softened the landing, though his brood of 24 was completely riled up inside, causing visible movement. “Yeah I’m okay! I just…” he looked at his dropped food on the ground, now covered in sand. “Aw, I was going to finish that…” he lamented. Marko raised an eyebrow, “so, you’re okay?” he asked. Leo nodded, staring at his lost meal. “Yeah, I’m just down like… half a sandwich,” he brushed his fluffy frown hair out of his face and winced, a slight ache from his landing starting to manifest. Marko sighed and smiled, “Well I packed like… four of those subs, hon. There’s plenty more,”

Leo gasped, if he could physically have hearts for eyes, he would. “You know how to treat a guy!” he puckered his lips, prompting Marko to lean over and kiss him. He chuckled, “you might be good at tummy kisses, but THOSE are my favorite,” he said before returning to eating, now planted firmly on the ground, legs spread to make room for his gargantuan tummy. Marko simply smiled before returning to work, getting back to spreading the UV protecting lotion over his husband’s pregnant body.

Fast forward a couple of hours, and not only had Leo’s belly been thoroughly coated in sunscreen, and thoroughly filled with food, but he’d been thoroughly peppered in kisses and thoroughly complimented by his husband. It was a good day. Marko had enjoyed his half of the date too. Feeding, kissing, and otherwise pampering Leo was what he lived for, and doing it on the beach with sand under his feet and the waves splashing nearby just set the whole mood for him. He sat on the ground next to Leo, discussing life, love, and baby names, and generally having a lovely time.

“eeEEEP!” eeped Leo. “What’s wrong?” asked Marko, nearly jumping to his feet. “The cold water just touched my tummy, the tide has really rolled in,” said Leo. “I really wasn’t expecting it,” another wave washed up and lightly coated the front lower end of Leo’s tum in cold, briney seawater. “You wanna get up? We’ve been here for quite a while,” Leo nodded, “We’re out of food, I’m getting cold form the seawater, and frankly my pregnant ass could use a nap,” he said. Marko chuckled, taking Leo’s hands and using his considerable upper body strength to help him to his feet.

Leo’s belly rolled forward, shifting as he stood. His brood of two dozen riled up inside, and his hands shot to his belly. Marko knew what to do and started running his hands over the expanses of belly that Leo couldn’t reach, soothing their babies. After a moment, Marko gathered up their supplies while Leo began the considerable task of rotating his entire body 180 degrees. The two began the slow trek back to their vehicle, satisfied with the outing. It would be their last for a long, long while.

6 months later

“Don’t get your hopes up, it’s been a couple years since I’ve done this and I’m out of practice,” said Marko, looking over his selection of brushes. Leo lat in his custom hyper-pregnancy recliner, designed to support his increased weight and girth, his shirt rolled up as he pumped. “Yeah and I’ve seen what you’ve done before hon, my hopes are SKY HIGH knowing you,” Leo said with a bubbly smile. Marko chuckled, “I’ve also never had this sort of canvas before,” Leo laughed giddily, “It’s a canvas that’s required the cooperation of 38 people to make, 39 if you count me!”

Marko stood up, having to stand on his tiptoes to peer over Leo’s belly and H cup breasts. “I think you’re forgetting who put those 38 in there!” he teased. Leo blushed, switching bottles to store more milk. As he’d grown ever more pregnant, pushing past the duration of a normal pregnancy, his milk had come in in spades to feed their growing brood, so the poor pregnant man had to pump regularly, or risk leaking on his rather expensive maternity tops.

Marko grabbed a large, wide brush, and squeezed a heap of white paint onto his palette, with so much area to cover, this piece was going to need a LOT of paint if he hoped to really utilize his canvas. He dipped his brush in the paint, and began applying it to the front of Leo’s pregnant belly. Leo squirmed and giggled, his sensitive skin tickled by the wet bristles. His giggling picking up as the brush ran over his hypersensitive bellybutton, causing Marko to grin. “This is going to be a long process if you’re that ticklish,” he chuckled. He got down on his knees and continued painting the base layer down to some of the power front of Leo’s titanic tummy.

Leo contained himself, “You get pregnant and let me paint YOUR tummy and then you tell me I’m being too ticklish! That skin is sensitive!” he teased. Marko shook his head with a smirk, “Imagine me being pregnant…” he paused. Imagine… “You’d look cute with a bump,” complimented Leo. He turned off his pumps and took them off, though his breasts still leaked slightly. He set the milk aside and pulled his shirt down, covering his chest.

Marko switched paints to a light blue to start on a sky line, wanting to do a forest panorama, thinking about the prospect. “Preggo marko… I mean I’d look cute as fuck but I’d miss my figure,” Leo snorted, “But you’d have a new figure! Round, like me!” Marko considered waddling around, looking like his husband. It was only a hypothetical concept, but not an unwelcome one. He looked up to see his husband’s shirt growing damp. “Uh, honey…” Leo looked down at himself, “Aw shit!” he quickly yanked up his top and put his pumps back on, trying to contain the mess. Marko got back to painting, he had a lot of belly ahead of him…

As time pressed on, Leo’s bottles of milk continued to fill, and his belly continued to be covered in paint. Marko was an impressive artist, and his practice allowed him to work relatively fast. Still, with so much midriff to cover, it took a good few hours to do. Front and center of the tummy pictured a large, sprawling lake, framed by tall pine trees, with snowy mountains looming in the background. Mossy rocks peppered the foreground, and cute, brightly colored birds were lovingly left in trees. The whole scene was based off of a place Marko had gone to with his family, camping in washington state. The cool taiga campground had always stuck with him, and now it was brought home, plastered across his husband’s massive belly of all places.

Leo had fallen sleep, relaxed from the subtle sensations of marko’s brush along his tightly stretched belly. He’d sat still for hours for this, and just languished in becoming a work of art. It was his idea, to have his tummy painted, and while he’d snoozed through half of it, the whole thing had been a fun experiment. At least now he could say he’d been part of a body art piece!

He woke to the sharp hiss of his husband swearing. Not loudly, but with passion. “Mmmmh, what’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. Marko chuckled, “I was putting the finishing touches on this stump, and one of our kids kicked my brush, so now there’s a big brown blotch on it. That’s how it is when your canvas is alive I guess,” he shrugged, getting back to painting. Leo giggled to himself, “You could call it a happy little accident?” he snickered. Marko smiled and rolled his eyes sarcastically, “What? The paint blotch, or the kid who caused it?” he asked. “The blotch you goof! Only the first kid was an accident and the odds of THAT ONE kicking there are pretty slim!”

With one last stroke, he was done. He stood up and surveyed his work, the massive painting spanning the front hemisphere of Leo’s 38-full pregnant tummy. It was sprawling, and detailed, and beautiful, and he was quite pleased with it. “Man, I really did miss painting,” he said, mostly to himself. “Such a shame it’s all gonna get washed off here soon,” Leo pursed his lips in thought, “Maybe it’s an exercise in impermanence? Like… some bhuddist shit?”

Marko smiled, “Gimmie your phone, you goof. It has a better camera, and I want you to see this!” Leo smirked, and held out a small tube, produced from the table next to him. “You gotta sign your work first, silly!” Marko squinted at the tube, too short and wide to be a pen. “Is that… lipstick?” he asked. Leo nodded. “Sign it with a kiss! Like a love letter! Except that love letter is me!” Marko blushed, and sighed, and relented. “God you’re gay,” he chuckled. Leo cocked his head to the side and smiled, “For you,”

Marko blushed harder, and wordlessly navigated to the lower right corner of his masterpiece. He put on the lipstick, then got down on his hands and knees, leaned forward, and placed a deep, loving kiss on Leo’s belly, leaving a perfect smooch mark. Now it was Leo’s turn to blush. Marko got back up, and made bedroom eyes at his husband. “I have an idea of how we could kill our evening,” he said. Leo blushed harder now, “do tell?” he squeaked in anticipation. “I could kiss you until all of this lipstick wears off, then help you to the shower and wash all this paint off… then I could…” Leo beamed, “You could make me MORE pregnant!?” Marko bit his lip and ran his hand through his black undercut. “If you’d like to?” “I would LOVE to!”

...And so they did.

5 months later

“Well, you’ve exceeded my expectations in quantity, but everyone in there is healthy as can be!” said Leo’s midwife, as she slowly ran the ultrasound wand over his expansive belly. Marko sat next to Leo, holding his hand tenderly. “I’m proud of my big man, he’s kept everyone so safe and healthy for two years at this point,” Leo squeezed his hand in response to the praise. The midwife’s eyes grew large. “You’re two years pregnant?” she asked. Leo nodded, “24 months today!” he chirped. The midwife nodded, “Explains why everyone is so big and strong...” she trailed off. “How many is ‘everyone’ by now?” Leo asked. The midwife stayed silent for a spell before answering. “I’ve been trying to figure that out… there are so many heartbeats my equipment cant differentiate between them all… my midrange estimation is… probably 50,” she finally landed. “Fifty!?” Marko and Leo exclaimed in unison. The medical professional nodded, “that’s not an exact number, but… there’s at least 48 guaranteed in there, and judging by the volume of the measurements I took, you have enough volume in your frankly amazing womb for 52, so I’d average it at 50,” she pulled back the wand and turned off her portable doppler.

Marko’s eyes sparkled at the news. How he’d managed to put fifty babies into his husband. Leo held his K cup tits in his hands, and for the first time wondered if he’d be able to feed them all. The midwife’s watch beeped and she hissed, “This is so unprofessional, but, Marko, can I leave the wiping off of ultrasound jelly to you? I have another appointment that I’m already late for!” she said. Marko nodded eagerly, “Sure thing Miss Thorne! I’ll take care of it!” Miss Thorne nodded and closed up her equipment. She walked around Leo’s belly and shook his hand. “If anything changes, you have my number. Just… please don’t call past 2 am,” she sighed. Leo gently met her handshake and smiled, “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Miss Thorne nodded again and turned to leave, “Duty calls gentlemen, take care!” she said before closing the door behind her.

Marko leaned in and kissed Leo with reinvigorated passion. “Babe, we’re gonna be the dads of 50 babies!” he placed his hand on Leo’s tummy, feeling the near rock-hard firmness of it. “And I��ll be able to walk again!” said Leo, who had been too big to pass through standard doorways for the last 9 months. Marko stepped back and surveyed Leo, really taking in his size. The oblong mass of Leo’s tummy was, at this point, the tallest part of him, and the widest by a huge margin. He’d been well and truly immobile for a while now, the weight of his womb passing 450 lbs. It wasn’t all baby and amniotic fluid either, he’d put on a fair bit of baby weight thanks to his increased appetite.

He had subtle rolls on the side of his torso, and his hips had widened substantially to make room for his brood to pass through, though they were wrapped in their own lovely layer of pudge. His butt and thighs themselves were visibly wider, and even his arms were softer to the touch. His breasts were, in all honesty, enormous in their own right, each one comparable to a pregnant belly itself, but despite this, nothing drew peoples attention, and Marko’s attraction, more than that planetary belly.

Hard to the touch, smooth, pale, shiny, and well and truly massive, Marko had compared it in his own mind to a small car. He definitely would fit inside with room to move around, that’s for sure. Marko USED to be the taller of the two, but with Leo’s belly bloated with presumably 50 babies, maybe more, he’d overtaken Marko’s height in a rather unorthodox way. The room was as dominated by midriff as Leos’ own body, and the pair had joked that they’d have to start knocking down walls if he got any more pregnant.

Marko grabbed a nearby towel and started working to wipe off the ample ultrasound jelly left on Leo’s exposed skin. He moved slowly and methodically, enjoying the belly while he could. He knew that the time would soon come for Leo to deliver, and their place would be bustling with newborns and nannies. He was excited to be a dad soon, but he would miss this. He felt Leo’s skin tense, and heard the poor man grunt in discomfort, and realized that maybe that time would come sooner than later.

“Should I call the doctor?” Marko asked, peeking around Leo’s gravidity to see him silently nodding. Leo’s contractions had been ever so slowly manifesting, and with his body readying itself for childbirth, the two knew it’d be best to have professionals on call sooner than later. Marko gently patted the side of Leo’s tightening belly, and pulled out his phone. It seems after two years, the time had come.

Three weeks later

Leo and Marko’s household had indeed become a bustling scene. After a successful, if very long, birthing process, they had welcomed all 50 healthy children into the world, 31 girls and 19 boys. Among the sea of singletons was three sets of identical twins, a set of triplets, and even a set of identical quadruplet boys. “They’re going to be a troublesome crew when they’re older,” Marko had joked. They took turns between sleeping, feeding, changing, and playing with their kids, making sure to spend time with all of them. Thankfully Leo’s body kept milk production to its max, so everyone stayed fed, but it took a crew of almost 20 nannies around the clock to keep everyone happy.

Still, the pair sat together, Leo breastfeeding and Marko bottle feeding two at a time each, falling into a rhythm of sorts. “Hey honey?” asked Marko. “Hmm?” replied Leo, a pair of three week old girls in his arms. “I’m proud of you,” Leo smiled, looking at his husband. “You helped me through it, it was a team effort,” he said. The couple sat in companionable silence, taking time to revel in how cute their kids were. Marko chuckled, “what?” asked Leo. Marko shook his head, “It’s stupid but… I’m just curious…” he paused. “Would you ever want to do this again?”

#commissions #writing #not bellies #anonymous

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aka-indulgence · 3 years

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Hmmmmmmmmm, for the game thing, do the word Snack!

You walked around in the dark, waving your flashlight this way and that way as you stumble blindly through the cave.

It was pure dumb misfortune that literally landed you here. One second you were having a leisurely hike in the woods with your friends. the next you stepped on some roots covering up a hole and tumbled down into earthen tunnels. You heard something crunch in your bag when you did, but thankfully, when you went to check, nothing important had been lost- just a bag of snacks you’d been carrying around. You checked your phone- you must’ve separated from the others some time back, and when you tried to contact them you found no signal. You attempted to climb back up the way you came from, through the same roots that dug into the ground, but to no avail. All you got was some rope burns (root burns?) for your trouble.

So here you were, wandering around aimlessly, hoping that these tunnels would lead somewhere out.

You thank the itinerary list for telling you to bring a flashlight, even when you thought you wouldn’t need it. You gulp as the occasional wind blew through the tunnel, creating moan-like sounds that sent shivers up your neck. The beam of light shuddered along with your hands, less because of the cold and more fromt he eerie silence, the suffocating feeling of being alone.

But where there’s wind, there’s an opening! You try to tell yourself optimistically. If there was only one entrance, there wouldn’t be such a draft.

After what felt like hours of being alone with your thoughts and fears (occasionally wondering if anything else lived down here... something you quickly shoved away before the thoughts turned to paranoia), you stopped when you saw a hint of moss on the ground. You had been walking alone in the dark, with some patches of light here and there from above, but this moss wasn’t near any of those patches. To your delight, you saw the tunnel, where it bent, is starting to get brighter the more you advance.

Please be an exit please be an exit!

You smile when you turn, seeing at the end of the tunnel... light.

Your way out.

You almost squeal happily at the sight, after being alone and afraid for so long- you’re finally going to be out! You don’t know where, but, it’s better than being down here!

You make haste towards the light, your steps echoing all around you as you run towards it-

Only to stop as you get closer, your heart almost stopping in your chest when you see what’s in your way.

A giant spider web.

You freeze in your spot, the chill from before nothing like the icy cold that grips your heart now. You felt as if someone had just doused you in freezing water as your eyes trail the patterns shaped by the web, tangling, intricate... giant.

This... this couldn’t be made by any ordinary spider... could it?

The web was thick, like a rope, and there were big spaces in between the silk, something a bug would easily fly through... like this web was made for bigger prey.

And it definitely didn’t look old and abandoned like a cobweb... it looked relatively fresh. Used.

A lump forms in your throat as you look behind you.

Was a giant spider walking around back there and by luck you missed it?

You looked around the web again, expecting to see the monster...

... and you don’t.

But you see a crevice on the side, gaping and as dark as the tunnels you were walking around earlier. Your hair stands as you search for any signs of something terrifying, eyes watching you...

... nothing.

... Phew.

You look at the web. Was there a way you can get through that..? Could you maybe walk through one of its holes and cross the other side unnoticed? Trying to cut it sounds like a very bad idea...

You take a few tentative steps closer, wondering if you just moved your body like this you could maybe slip through, and...

Ok, nope, that’s not happening. You’ll touch the web, and who knows how strongly it’d stick to you if you touch it.

You were desperate to get out but... not desperate enough to risk getting trapped on a large web.

I just hope I won’t meet anything scary on the way out... You think to yourself. This can’t be the only way out, can it? You take a step back...

... and cringe when you feel something sticking to your shoes. You look down to see fibrous webbing on the ground, thicker at the base of the web and thin as it spreads out on the ground. It isn’t thick enough to keep you in place, but lifting your feet pulls strands of it off the ground, almost like when you’ve got gum under your shoe... a lot of gum.

The image grosses you out a little and fills you with an amount of dread you can’t quite place, and you struggle as quietly as you can to get it off your shoe, but it’s much stronger than it looks and you squirm a bit as you try to get it off you.

Distracting you from the creature that was slowly crawling out of the crevice, awoken by the minute shudders you made when you stepped on the webbing.

It crawls out one leg at a time, its legs latching onto the web, eyes focusing on the cute little thing wriggling at the base of its web.

The nervousness on her face.... it’s adorable.

You only get more webbing on your hand when you try to lift it off your shoe and you’re trying to get that off when you’re suddenly keenly aware of the feeling that someone’s watching you. A shadow skitters out of the corner of your eye... and you look up.

Your face blanches at what you see. A giant spider, with 8 sharp legs perched on the giant web above you. And not only that- where it’s head should be sprouted a spine, forming the upper body of a skeleton similar to a human’s, except these were thick like muscles, and its skull was much rounder. Two eye(light)s pierced yours, and below it was a set of teeth... two huge fangs catching your attention almost immediately.

Your body stiffens.

“well well well... what do i have here? it looks like a little snack has wondered her way towards my web...” The spider speaks, his(?) smile widening when you flinch at his voice. He starts crawling towards you, and icicles form in your heart. You don’t know what to do- you want to run away but you’re shaking so much you don’t think you’d be able to stand up.

“aww... what’s the matter? you look a bit... tangled up...” he chuckles, and you squeak when you realize he’s halfway across the web, and he’d be upon you any time. You dig your hands into the ground and pull your legs with all your might- a move that the spider quickly zeroes on, and instantly, he jerks his abdomen, and out of its end shoots two webs at your feet, gluing you into your spot. You gasp, eyes as wide as saucers as you look at the quickly hardening web, almost wet when it first lands on your feet (and a bit warm...), but dry when you reach out to touch it. You’re still looking at it curiously (and terrified) when two spindly legs land on either side of you, and you look up when the monster straddles you. You press yourself into the ground as tears well up in your eyes, scared out of your mind.

The monster tilts his head and smiles again, and starts bending four of his legs to get closer to you. He plants two hands on either side of your head and you turn away, gritting your teeth when his skull gets close to you.

“trying to leave so soon, dear? why- we’ve only just met!” he teases, grinning so wide, showing off his fangs to you. You shudder, wondering what you could do to try to get away-

You make a little eep! sound when his claws find your face, digging into your hair and scratching your scalp in the slightest. “what’s your name, little thing? i’m sans... it’s such a pleasure to meet you.” His sockets crinkle, as if he was curious enough to know the name of the human he’s probably going to eat soon.

Your mouth feels dry as you stutter your name. “P-please, Sans...” you almost whisper, “d-don’t... eat me... I didn’t mean to disturb you in your home.”

“ahahah... no one stumbles into a spider web on purpose, my darling.” Sans says, idly running his thumb across your cheek. “i must say... you are quite soft... softer than anything else i’ve caught here.” He says almost absent-mindedly. “and of course you don’t want me to eat you. but i must eat nonetheless, and you were unfortunate enough to walk into my home.” Sans says, almost sadly(?), and he starts to grip your back, and panic sparks in your chest.

“N-no wait please!” You hold your hands out in front of him, “t-there must be a way! Isn’t there something I can do?”

You shake and shiver as tears well up in your eyes, terrified for your life, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. You don’t see how Sans’ sockets widen when a tear spills out of your eyes, your breaths shaking your whole body.

“Please...” you beg under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut.

“...” Sans is silent. and when his other hand brushes your waist and goes under you, you think he’s not going to hear you and is going to bite your neck out any second now. So you’re surprised when he lifts you up carefully in his hands and says “very well.”

His hand grips your middle (his thumb reached half your stomach, and his back fingers could cover your back no problem!) and he lifts a leg towards where you’re caught in the legs, slicing the webs with the end. Your hair stands thinking about how sharp his legs must be to cut it so easily, but Sans only chortles when he sees your face.

“it’s magic, little thing. i can manipulate it to my will.”

His tucks you into his arms as if you were a baby, and your breath hitches as he climbs up the wall sideways, never looking away from you.

“i am... lonely. it’s not often i get to talk with my prey... you seem pleasant. why don’t you and i... have a conversation? just for a while. if you convince me, i’ll let you go.” Sans says slowly, as he reaches the crevice.

“but if not...”

His grip turns hard, more like a trap than a safety net. “i’ll get to keep you.”

Sans looks deranged when his grin widens, the only thing you could see other than his eyelights as he slowly drags you into his little hiding hole in the wall, and you frantically look for a way out of this to no avail, as the darkness swallows you and you’re trapped with the spider.

#i went a bit crazy on this one ddfsdkjgl #i was supposed to make something short #but this idea struck my brain when i read the word #though im not gonna write long all the time (hopefully)#this does... happen often...#one small word becomes one big scary thing dfkjgl #i hope this was enjoyable to read -w- it was fun to write #word game #snack #WEEHEEHEE #this is fun #i would love to write more owo

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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Hexes and Honeysuckle (Two)

Welcome back to the story!

I’d like to preface this part by saying that while I usually do an insane amount of research for my fics and stick close to accurate information, for the sake of this witchy one I’ve mixed and matched my favorite ideas from varying spiritual beliefs. I’m only warning you guys so no one gets offended like “that’s not what (we) believe!”-- it’s just for the sake of the verse and so I can sprinkle in whatever spiritual/mystic things I want without having to do hours of research to make sure they are witch/belief specific.

Enjoy!

MASTERLIST HERE

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I’ve never actually been out this way from town.” Tony commented as he picked his way over the cobblestone path that led off the main street and towards the woods. “Why do you live here when most the witches live on the other side?”

There was no answer from Bucky and Tony twitched his nose irritably then continued, “How far is it anyway? My paws can only take so much walking before giving out. I have delicate beans, you know.”

“Delicate beans.” Bucky readjusted his pack over his right shoulder and glanced back at the familiar. “What does that mean?”

“My beans.” Tony repeated. “The soft pink part of my feet?”

“You call them beans?”

“Uhhh the nice people who pick me up and tell me I’m adorable and perfect call them beans.” Tony said flatly. “Why, what do you call them?”

“I dunno.” the witch glanced back again. “Cats are meant to be apex predators, ain’t ya? Why don’t you call them feet. Feel like lions and tigers don’t call ‘em beans.”

“Well they aren’t as pretty as I am.” the familiar paused to sniff at a flower growing from the cracks of the cobblestones. “Honestly though, how far out do you live? My beans are a’barkin’ and there is no end in sight to this cobblestone roadway here. I feel like a proper witch would offer their familiar a ride. “

“Feel like a proper familiar would be able to walk a couple miles without a runnin’ commentary.” Bucky readjusted his pack for the third or fourth time in so many minutes and then motioned ahead. “We’re here anyway, s’just right here through the willows.”

“Oooh willows.” the familiar sat up on his hind legs and batted at one of the hanging branches. “Good choice. Is your magic linked to nature or are you more of the elemental variety?”

“Um, I dunno.” the question bothered Bucky the same way any questions about his powers did, and he grimaced as he crossed the thresh hold of the clearing, the base of his neck buzzing as he moved into another witch’s space. “Does that matter?”

“Of course it matters. And also, it’s not a question you should be shy about, it’s as common as me asking your name. Sheesh, I knew you were a newbie witch but that is--”

-- Tony stopped stock still, one paw lifted over the boundary of the clearing, electric blue eyes narrowing in confusion. “This isn’t right. Why isn’t this right? Whose house is this?”

“Mine.” the witch pulled out keys and opened the door to the cottage. “You coming or what?”

“No, I’m not coming.” Tony put his paw down and backed up several steps. “No. Bucky, as a familiar I can’t cross into another witch’s space uninvited but I should be able to cross your space invited because we’ve been bound by the match makers. So why are my whiskers actually buzzing right now telling me to stay the hell off this property?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away and the familiar backed up another step, sat down to really look at the clearing and the little cottage at the center. There was no ash tree planted near the northeast corner of the home to settle roots and bring healing with every sunrise, no honeysuckle planted in the boxes at the sill to ward away malcontent spirits. No pieces of moonflower at the doorway to call the blessings of the lunar cycles nor sage dried and hung ready for use in spells.

There wasn’t even a symbol inscribed on the door frame to mark the cottage as a witch’s property much less as Bucky’s property and Tony twitched his tail once, twice, then realized-- “This isn’t your house.”

“Well, I guess not in the technical sense.” Bucky shrugged half heartedly. “I’m renting.”

“YOU’RE RENTING?!” The feline shrieked, and Bucky jumped at the noise. “What the hell kinda witch rents?! You have to have an ash tree on your very own property! You have to have roots at your home base! Why don’t you have roots to steady your magic!?”

“Because I’m renting.” the witch repeated. “Guess the lease agreement didn’t have a clause about an ash tree. What’s the harm?”

“Oh my god.” Tony’s left eye twitched a few times. “Oh Medusa I’m actually having an aneurysm right now. What’s the harm is that if your magic doesn’t have roots, your magic might as well be fireworks. Just blasting out there and making noise, looking pretty but accomplishing basically nothing. How do you not have an ash tree?”

Bucky pursed his lips. “I’m renting. You coming or not?”

“I have to be invited onto another witch’s property.” Tony shook his head. “Can’t cross the boundary without burning up a little bit and since my beans are extra sensitive today anyway--”

“You and your goddamn beans.” The witch rolled his eyes hard enough to hurt and then snapped his fingers and pointed to the Welcome mat in front of the door. “Tony! Please come here! You are officially invited onto my rented property!”

Cautiously, carefully, Tony placed a paw over the clearing boundary and when his whiskers didn’t catch fire, he took another few steps in and huffed out a relieved breath. “Okay, not going to combust. Here we go, walking into another witch’s rented house. First time for everything I suppose, can’t help but wish maybe this time around Pep and Tasha had--eep!”

The cat yelped in surprise when he was suddenly scooted right into the house courtesy of the gentle but still pretty damn pushy side of Bucky’s boot. “Hey hey hey hey HEY! Easy on the goods witchy boy! This booty is my most valuable asset!”

“I don’t um--” Bucky paused, then shook his head. “You know what, I don’t even know where to begin with that. Just get inside so I can shut the door, air conditioning isn’t free and you’re letting it all out.”

“Air conditioning isn’t free, he says.” Tony mocked. “Conjure yourself up a stiff breeze and quit bitching about it.”

“If I didn’t know I needed an ash tree, why d’ya think I know how to make the wind blow?” the witch pointed out and the familiar practically screeched,

“Because learning about ash trees is Lesson One of witchery and magic! What sort of witch doesn’t know about an ash tree or about--” Tony stopped mid shout, partly because he was frustrated that his cat-form shouting wasn’t half as fierce as he wanted, partly because Bucky’s face fell and Tony had the sudden, uncomfortable realization that he was being mean.

“Never mind.” Tony cleared his throat and flexed his claws into the carpet a few times. “Where is your potion room? I’d like to see what you have so I know where to start with your training.”

“Uh…” Bucky unwrapped a loaf of bread and pulled out a knife to start slicing it. “Over there by the table?”

“Your potion room is a shelf by the table.” Tony twitched his nose as he measured the height of the table, then with a little mrrrp! leapt up onto the surface and sniffed curiously at the few assorted bottles crammed haphazardly into the corner. “Meditation and… healing. That’s it? These other bottles are empty! Where’s the rest of your potions?”

“Don’t need anything but those ones.” Bread sliced, the witch opened the fridge and rummaged around for last nights left overs. “No sense in making the rest if I don’t need ‘em.”

“That’s not true at all.” The familiar stated flatly. “You need at least ten-- several potions of varying degrees of strength, at least one healing infusion though judging by the way you carry that shoulder you should have more on hand, and you definitely need a few salves. What happens if you get hurt?”

And with a sideways glance at the witch, “Or if your present pain gets worse?”

“Band-aids.” Bucky plunked down a box of bandages and went back to making food. “Wrap a couple of those one whatever’s bleeding and everything’s fine.”

“Uh-huh.” Tony just blinked at him. “What happened with your arm anyway?”

“Nothing.” some day old veggies were tossed in with a liberal amount of garlic and set to cooking on the stove. “Nothing serious, anyway.”

“Bippity boppity bullshit.” Tony snorted. “What happened? Witch’s and familiars aren't supposed to have secrets.”

“Well I don’t want to talk about it.” A pan slammed down a little harder than necessary. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re cursed to be fuckin’ fluffy?”

“I told you, I sassed my Auntie.” the feline sounded bitter. “There, now I’m not keeping secrets from you, so you should stop keeping secrets from me. What’s with the arm or lack there of?”

“You sassed your Auntie.” Bucky looked as if he didn’t believe it a single bit. “Your Auntie? I’m sposed to believe your Auntie is powerful enough to bind you to four paws and a tail? Nah, now I’m calling bippity boppity bullshit.”

Tony narrowed his eyes but the witch just waited, and finally the feline twitched his tail and muttered, “Think whatever you want then.” and stalked away to explore more of the cottage.

If Bucky didn’t want to kick start their bond by sharing secrets then fine. It was pretty obvious this particular match wasn’t going to solve Tony’s problem anyway, so if the witch didn’t want to get chummy… fine.

He’d just get started being nosy and hopefully bedtime would come soon.

The cottage was nearly bare in the way that most rentals were, the bed pushed into the corner covered by a generic quilt, the pictures on the wall carefully neutral so no residual witchy influence could enter the home through a portrait or painting of anything with specifically magic connotations.

There was a spell book on the corner of a beautifully oaken desk-- expected of course, since oak meant knowledge and a connection to the spirits-- but while the desk was polished to a high shine and obviously carefully preserved, the spell book was faded and pages torn, the binding stretched and worn, the clasp hanging crooked on its hinge.

This was a book that had been used for a very long time, but not cared for, most likely slammed in frustration, carted around out of a sense of duty not of reverence and Tony put a careful paw on the cover so he could test the thrum of power through the pages.

But the spell book was weak, emanating nothing more than a light buzz which meant most of the magic had leeched away and most of the spells were lying dormant, useless without a witch to give them reason to exist.

A witch with no ash trees to put down roots, a rented cottage and a faded spell book. Scars and trauma and no idea whether or not his magic was linked to the basic elements or the life spell of nature herself. Bucky moved like he hurt but had only one half used pain potion, he wasn’t old enough to have forged a strong enough familiar bond to be devastated over a loss but the witch had gone to match makers to find a companion like only the most desperate did.

There was clearly more to Bucky besides a lack of interest and knowledge in most things witchy and Tony wasn’t sure if Pepper and Natasha had purposefully left it out of their discussion to force Tony to share something emotional with his new witch--

--or if the formidable pair with all their wisdom honestly didn’t know.

“What’s this box?” Tony paused in his exploration by a deep box stuffed with freshly laundered but clearly worn blankets. “Do you keep something in here? Artifacts maybe?”

“They said I was gettin’ a cat, so I figured I should get you a bed.” Bucky said from the kitchen. “Didn’t know how many blankets you’d want so you can add more or get rid of some or whatever you want.”

“You think I’m going to sleep here.” The familiar stated. “In a box. You think I’m sleeping in a box?”

The witch kept stirring his food and shrugged, one shoulder lifting and falling, the other barely moving at all. “I guess?”

“Well guess again, Hocus Pocus.” Tony snorted, and Bucky’s lips lifted in what might have been a barely there half smile. “A box. What the fuck.”

The cat kept muttering but Bucky tuned him out and kept working on dinner, or at least the left overs that were passing for dinner. He didn’t cook much these days, but truth be told, Bucky hadn’t ever cooked much ever. An appetite seemed just as difficult to come by as a decent night’s sleep, the energy required for cooking a waste of effort when food pretty much tasted like sawdust ever since he’d lost his arm.

Almost seventy years now and Bucky hadn’t ever gotten used to the emptiness on his left side, the phantom pains had gotten worse as time went on and his clumsy attempts at healing potions hadn’t helped in the least. Established covens didn’t take well to lone witches, and even the communities willing to initially accept him had taken one look at the scars, at the mark on his shoulder and set him right back on the road alone.

This town had only been another stop on the map, another check in with a magical place because even though Bucky wasn’t welcome anywhere, being around other witches even from a distance helped with the loneliness. This cottage had been for rent and the absurdly ancient Natasha had found him in the grocery shop and decided that he apparently needed a familiar and now--

-- well now at least Bucky had a place to stay. The cottage was bare was livable, the town tiny but so far friendly, and though Natasha and her love Pepper made his skin prickle with their barely restrained power, at least Natasha had seen his scars and his star and her green eyes had dimmed in sympathy instead of widened in fear.

So now he had a place to stay, and a couple witches that were willing to have him in their town, and also a familiar who was not quite a familiar but more of a mega powerful witch cursed familiar and it wasn’t the best situation but hey, it was better than everything else this too long life had given him.

And besides, Bucky was sort of a failure of a witch and Tony seemed like a failure of a familiar… maybe they’d get along for that reason alone.

“Uh Tony?” He turned around to talk to the cat, offer some dinner or maybe even an attempt at actual conversation since he’d shut down the mention of his arm earlier. “Do you want any—“

“Can’t hear you!” The feline called, nothing more than a hind paw and a fluffy tail disappearing around a corner to the bathroom. “No time for chit chat while I’m being nosy!”

“Should have got a dog.” Bucky muttered. “Dogs always wanna hang out and eat. Pooch never would trade sittin’ with me to be nosy, would come running right over here to sit with me. Dang cat.”

It turned out eating dinner with a cat ignoring him was pretty much like eating dinner alone so Bucky started in on his plate, methodically eating bite after bite, putting his fork down to get a drink, picking it back up and forcing himself through the motions. Since food didn’t really taste good anymore he only cooked one meal a week and ate left overs the next several days, and since tonight’s meal was day six of this particular fare, it was harder than usual to clean his plate, to take in the calories his body required just to function.

Bucky missed the days when simple tasks didn’t feel impossible.

Still, the witch was nearly finished when he finally tuned in to the indignant huffs and the sting of staring eyes, and Bucky looked up in surprise, startling when he found the familiar glaring irritably in his direction. “What’s the matter? I thought cats liked to be ignored.”

“Well first of all, I’m not actually a cat.” Tony picked his way carefully between the dishes on the table, wrinkling his nose in disdain at the wilted flower arrangement. “I’m a familiar and I’m not actually a familiar, I’m a witch cursed to the familiar form. And second of all, I hate being ignored. I prefer to be the one doing the ignoring.”

“I don’t care about any of that.” Bucky stabbed at another piece of meat and tried not to sound so exhausted. “Besides, I tried talking to ya earlier, but you showed me your butt and said you’d rather be nosy. Wasn’t that you pretty much demanding to be ignored?”

The familiar made a noise that might have been a snort and then said, “I’m hungry.”

“There’s a pond out back.” Bucky took a bite of his food again, washing away the bland taste with a drink of water. “Go fish or something.”

“What!” Tony’s hair poofed up all along his back in shock and if Bucky wouldn’t have been so annoyed with his not-really-a-familiar he might have laughed at it. “I don’t eat fish! And I definitely am not going to catch my own dinner! Be civilized!”

“My god, you really are a pain in the ass.” the witch shoved back from the table and went to get another plate, grumbling under his breath the entire way and missing how Tony’s eyes lit curious, magical blue as the familiar stared at where Bucky’s left arm was missing, as the cat watched him fumble around trying to work with one hand.

“Here, have some of my dinner.” Bucky finally made it back and scooped part of his meat-potatoes-and peas onto the plate and shoved it towards the cat. “How’s that?”

Tony bent down and sniffed the food a few times, then sat back on his haunches and waited until the witch looked up again before promptly batting the plate right off the table with a swipe of his paw.

“WHAT IN THE–”

“I don’t like peas.” the familiar said primly, then very un-primly shrieked when Bucky grabbed him up by the scruff of his neck and carried him towards the door.

“Yeah, you’re sleeping outside tonight.”

“Wait! No!” Tony was pretty sure a full pound of hair stress-puffed off his body when he was suddenly and unceremoniously plopped onto the Welcome mat and the cottage door was closed in his face. “Bucky! Damn you, come back and let me inside!”

“Can’t your beans open the door?” the snarky witch called from inside and the familiar looked down at his little feet and muttered, “They’re pretty beans not magic beans.”

And then louder so Bucky could hear him, “You know, most witches would be thrilled to have a familiar like me! I’m beautiful and smart and when I don’t look like a Muppet I’m pretty damn powerful! A few quirky habits will have to be tolerated!”

“Flinging food off my table and makin’ a mess isn’t quirky it’s goddamn annoying!” Bucky retorted. “S’gonna take me half the night to clean up all the pieces without cutting myself.”

“Or you could use a cleaning spell like a real witch and stop being--” the second the words left the familiar’s mouth he was biting down on his tongue to try and take them back, another uncomfortable ripple of mean under his skin.

“...what I mean to say is that if you don’t let me in right now I’m going to caterwaul at your window until sunrise.” he said instead, because something wrong was tickling at the back of his mind and he needed some time to unpack exactly what it was about Bucky’s situation he was apparently missing. “Or you could let me in now and save us both my unfortunate rendition of Memories.”

“Bucky?” he called a few minutes later, and scratched his claws into the door. “Not liking peas shouldn’t be a deal breaker with this! Let me in!”

But the witch kept ignoring him, so with an irritated grumble Tony tiptoed his way off the porch step and down into the barren garden plot, skirted around a few rocks so he could see the window closest to the bed inside, then gave a little wiggle and a determined meow and leapt up onto the ledge--

--and yowled at the top of his lungs until the sun had sank below the horizon and the night sky was lit with stars and the lights inside the cottage had turned off so Bucky could try and get some sleep.

Tony sang Memories in his scratchy cat voice, he rolled over onto his back and wailed along to ‘I Will Always Love You’ which wasn’t half as beautiful coming from a kitty as it had been back when he’d seen it performed by the witch Whitney, whose heart had been broken so badly by her human lover that she’d used the power in her voice to break the hearts of everyone else before disappearing entirely.

Then it was ‘Smooth Criminal’ by the rebellious familiar Michael who’d shed his cat form and dealt with an ever changing human form so he could stay with the mortals until his coven called him back decades later.

The best singers were always magic and Tony loved music, as a witch he’d traveled incognito to every venue to hear the greats wherever they were found-- the symphonies, the concert halls, the piano bars, the raves. Tony had loved it all and now he missed it. Music didn’t sound the same to cat ears as it did in a human form, certain chords made his hair stand on end, anything too loud made him hiss and hide.

So yes, his terrible singing was partly to annoy the hell out of his new witch, but also because music had been the one indulgence he’d hoped to keep after he was cursed, and the hex had taken even that away from him.

The hex had taken everything.

“...Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen.” the familiar sang mournfully, looking up at an uncaring moon. “Nobody knows my sorrow. Nobody knows the trouble I’ve--ack!”

Tony mrrrowww!ed in surprise when the window jerked open and one very tired witch glared out at him. “If I let you in, will you shut the hell up?”

“I can’t promise that.” Immediately snarky, Tony stuck his nose up in the air. “But I can promise if you grab me by the scruff of my neck again, I’ll scratch the shit out of you. I’m not actually a cat, I’m a familiar and I’m not actually a familiar I’m simply cursed to this size so you should watch it cos when I get back to my real body--ACK!”

Bucky scooped the cat up and chucked him lightly towards the bed. “If you stop talking, you can sleep on the bed.”

“I’ll sleep on the bed cos I want to.” the familiar sniffed, and then waited until Bucky went to flop back into the mattress before using a little bit of magic and poofing the pillow out from beneath the witches head and re-poofing it on his side.“Also I’ll be needing this pillow.”

“Should’ve got a dog.” Bucky heaved himself up and stalked over to get another pillow from the linen closet. “Should make you sleep in the damn box.”

“I’m going to do something terrible to your juice in the morning.” Tony informed him and the witch threatened, “Gonna shave you bald while you sleep.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Call you a goblin cat.”

“No!”

“Make you wear a sweater over your wrinkly ass.”

“How dare--!”

Bucky grinned to himself when he heard the cat practically spitting in frustration, and rolled over to try and get some sleep, feeling like maybe he’d won the exchange and feeling like maybe that meant things would be okay.

...but when he woke in the middle of the night to eerie blue eyes no more than an inch away from him and kitty fangs bared in a devilish smile, Bucky screamed at the top of his lungs and fell right out of bed to the sound of Tony’s near hysterical laughter.

Alright, maybe the witch hadn’t won that little exchange after all.

Damn cat.

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petri808 · 4 years

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Something in Common

Based on an idea I got from this post that I just felt like writing after chatting with @bmarvels about it lol. It was written directly on Tumblr so please ignore any grammar mistakes 😅

Nalu/Shicca one shot crossover

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“You’re not gonna leave, huh?” The annoyed blonde sighs. “Try not to make a mess while I take a bath please.”

Natsu rolls his eyes, of course, he wasn’t planning to. “I’m just gonna watch some lacrimavision. How much trouble can I get in doing that?”

“Shall I remind you what happened with my last lacrimavision set?”

“No,” he slumps his shoulders. It was an accident, but she still held it against him. “I’ll behave.”

“Good.” Lucy walks away having won that round.

She’d been dying to try out a bath bomb set Cana had given her at the Holiday party. It would have been more relaxing if she was home alone, but those times were few and far between with a certain slayer practically living with her.

Once safely behind her locked bathroom door, Lucy opens up the packaging that held four colorful balls. She grabs a pinkish colored one and places the rest on the counter, then holds it close to her nose to take a whiff.

It smelled divine! Rose, Sakura, and Vanilla all mixed together in a perfect floral blend. Not overpowering like some parfums can be. It was natural, herbal in a way, and reminded her of the natural hot springs they found on True Island. Relaxing with all the girls had been so much fun. ‘I hope we’ll all see each other again...’

Lucy turns on the faucet and waits for the tub to fill with water. While she waits, she strips off her clothes and winds her hair up into a messy bun. She tests the waters periodically to make sure it’s not too hot.

As soon as the tub is half full she drops the bomb in and immediately it begins to foam. It was so pretty! And cool to watch, for the bubbling action was full of churning shades of reds, then purples, and yellows. ‘How curious,’ she wonders. The outside was only reds and white but perhaps inside were other colors.

No matter, as the scent remains the same. It’s beautiful notes filling the room, clinging to the vapors and sticking to her hair. Such a neat little bath bomb, she’ll have to ask Cana where she got them from. Lucy shuts off the water as it nears the 3/4 mark on the tub. It was time to soak and send her aches and pains to another realm.

She places one foot into the steaming waters. How interesting, it tingles, like the tickling feeling you get on your nose when you’re drinking a carbonated drink. She steps all the way inside ready to submerge herself into the aromatic cocktail.

When in a flash, the waters begin to churn on their own! Swirling into a small whirlpool. Lucy tries to get out but it’s sucking her in. “Natsu!!” She cries out once before darkness swallows her whole.

The slayer looks up from the couch towards the bedroom. “Lucy?” He’d heard the scream loud and clear, but only the one. Had she seen a bug again? He walks into the room and knocks on the bathroom door, checking the knob but finding it locked.

“Lucy are you okay in there?” Seconds tick by and with each passing his level of concern heightens. “Lucy?!” He bangs louder on the door. “Answer me!!”

But there was nothing except a deadly silence coming from within. Screw it, if she got mad about the door, he’ll fix it later. Natsu smashes it off it’s hinges and rushes inside. “Lucy?” The room was empty! Just a haze of steam to greet him and a tub full of purplish pink water as still as a grave. Even the small window in the room was closed. How did the woman disappear?! Had she drowned?!

Without thinking, he jumps into the tub ready to scan the murky water. As soon as both legs make contact, it begins to churn. Natsu leaps up to get out, but the water grabs hold of his legs and pulls him back down. “What the fu...”

Darkness envelops him so suddenly, he has no idea what just happened. He tries to light up his hands to give him some light, but nothing happens. All he can feel is a sense of weightless falling. Did a wizard just cast a spell on them?!

When Lucy tries to open her eyes, the light surrounding her seemed so bright compared to the pitch black ink she’d been falling through a moment ago. She blinks a few times to clear the gaze and allow her vision to correct itself. Wherever she was, she could feel water surrounding her lower body again. Was it a dream and she just woke up back in her tub? Her eyes find purchase once more, but what she saw stunned her.

And just as she was about to open her mouth to address the situation, Natsu appears out of thin air sitting beside her. He was flailing or fighting against an unseen foe. She grabs his arms. “Natsu, calm down!”

The man stops immediately. “Lucy?!” He couldn’t fully see her because his vision was still messed up, but her scent was recognizable. “Lucy!” He throws his arms around her. “I was so worried!”

“M-Me too,” she squeaks out from his tight hold.

“Ahem.”

A throat clearing gets their attention. Lucy pushes Natsu off of her. By now his eye sight was fully back to normal and his face turns crimson. That’s when she remembers... she was naked. Lucy covers her chest. “Look away you pervert!”

“Excuse me?” The voice starts up again. “Where did you come from?!”

Now that he knew Lucy was safe and sound, Natsu turns to the voice. He recognizes the person immediately. “Rebecca?!” He looks excitedly to Lucy, “hey it’s our space friend!”

“I can see that,” she mumbles back. “Though I don’t understand how we got here.”

“Do you?” Natsu asks the stunned B-cuber who shakes her head no.

“You tell me,” Rebecca quips. “You’re the one who dropped in on my bath.”

“Wait, does that mean we’re on that ship you told us about?” Lucy questions the other woman.

“Yeah.”

Lucy looks at Natsu, “I-I think that bath bomb created a magical portal.”

“But why would it bring us here?”

The only answer Lucy could think of was her wish shortly before getting into the bath. “I was reminiscing about True Island and relaxing with just the girls... I guess I missed it.”

“Awww,” Rebecca squeals, “I think about that too!”

“Really?! With you and Elie, it was just nice cause we have a lot in common,” Lucy thumbs at the man sitting beside her, “the guys.”

Rebecca giggles, “so true.”

Natsu just narrows his eyes at the two giggling women. Tch figures they talk about them. “I hate to break up this reunion, but how are we supposed to get home?”

At that moment, a loud bang startles the three. They all turn to the door that’s been flung open, staring at the newcomer.

“Rebecca are you okay? I heard you scream!” Shiki pans over the room. “Wait a minute, how did...” a smile taking over his expression, “it’s the Fairy friends!” The excited man jumps into the bath, gaining another shriek from everyone when a wave of water hits them.

“Shiki?! Your clothes!”

“Huh?” He looks down, “should I take them off?” He asks already tugging at his shirt.

“N-No!” A blushing Rebecca grabs his arm and just pulls him into a sitting position. “Just sit!”

Lucy giggles, “see! Things in common. But Natsu’s right, we need to figure out a way home.”

“Awww! But you guys just got here!” Shiki whines.

“Hush, you,” Rebecca scolds him. “I’m sure they have things to do back home.” She smiles at their friends. “We can drop you off on your planet.”

“Well...” Lucy looks to Natsu. “I guess a short vacation wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

Shiki leans forward excitedly, “you guys can hang with us till we finish this mission! It’ll be fun!”

“A mission?!” Natsu grins. “Do I get to kick some ass?!”

“Hell yeah!” Shiki grins too.

Rebecca chuckles. “Meanwhile, Lucy and I can hang out. Starting now.” She looks at Shiki and Natsu. “Get out of our bath!”

“Eep!” The two men stiffen at the sound of her shrill tone. No one needed to tell them twice. Both Shiki and Natsu jump up and rush out of the room leaving the two women alone again.

Rebecca winks at Lucy, “let the relaxation commence!”

#fairy tail #edens zero #nalu #shicca #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #shiki granbell #rebecca bluegarden #crossover drabble #nalu fan fic #shicca fan fic

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lesbow · 4 years

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my thoughts on the croods 2 so far

based on literally NOTHING but the trailer so even i’m taking all this with a grain of salt

the art:

GOOD: the colors are gorgeous. TC was always a vibrantly breathtaking movie and luckily the second seems to be the same

BAD: i’m disappointed with the clothes. at the end of the first movie, the croods excluding guy got huge wardrobe changes to highlight they were not the same people they were in the beginning. but sadly the sequel seems to have??? cut that out entirely as the family are in their caveman clothes again.

GOOD: i like how the faces are more...... refined? the eyes look more natural and have neater lines. and i also like that the face shapes have been tweaked a little too. those that needed sharper features (eep’s face in the first movie was literally a circle) got them, and those that needed smoother and more rounded features (guy used to have the Anime Triangle Jaw) got them too.

BAD: this also comes with a negative though. as someone already pointed out, although their faces look neater, they also look a little too neat. all of guy’s blemishes are gone. actually, everyones blemishes are gone.

BAD: also, their hair! in the first movie, everybody’s hair is messy. it’s the wilderness! they don’t have combs. but in the trailer, guy’s hair looks like it was literally put into a straightener. and this is before he went through the betterman transformation. a side by side of what they did to guy (they butchered my boy!!) is in the post i already linked. it’s nuts

GOOD: another thing about the character designs i DID like was ugga. most of the girls/women’s faces in the first movie were round, soft, and wide eyed. ugga’s face in the trailer now has more variation to it. she has high, sharp cheekbones, her eyes are narrower, chin more pointed. the women do not just have “soft” facial features anymore. i like that theres more variety between them.

GOOD: i love the farm and domesticated animals. the wildlife has always always been one of my favorite things about the world of the croods and they deliver on it once again (black and white furry elephants!!!)

BAD: there’s a downside to this part too tho and i will direct all of that towards douglas. WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO HIM?!?!? he looks completely different in a bad way. he looks simple. i look at douglas in the trailer and see an easy-to-make toy. the colors are simple and no longer ombré, his teeth are more rounded and claws nonexistent. he doesn’t look anything like a tiny crocodile creature anymore, and more like a toy store plushie come to life. look at him in the trailer and then look at him in a pic from the first movie and then look me in my eyes and tell me they didn’t ruin my boy.

now about the actual plot:

BAD: why are the croods “searching for a perfect place to call home”? why is guy so eager to stay at the farm?? yes, guy is an inventor so new technology would interest him, but he was way more focused and concerned abt making it to Tomorrow. at the end of the first movie, they all agreed to become nomads and stay on the move, following the sun. a theme they explored was that home was not a place/“a cave”, and is actually just about being with the people you love. so why would they want to..... settle all of a sudden? eep ofc still wants to get out and grug doesn’t like strange things, but the others are like in love with the place?? i have to say with all these things so far it’s almost like they’re trying to scrap the end of the first movie entirely and just base the sequel off the beginning to middle sections. which is kinda disheartening since the end was so beautiful and made me tear up.

GOOD: i like that there’s another family, especially a mom, dad, and a daughter. i LOVE the fact that eep now has a friend her age and it looks like they develop a great relationship!! i desperately hope the same happens with ugga and the mom, and maybe grug and the other dad can bond too. all 3 of them, while having extremely different lifestyles, have very similar roles, and could confide in and relate to one another.

BAD: again, my biggest concern is the backtrack. in the trailer, grug is wary and upset with his family for growing attached to strangers. just like he was in the first movie with guy. “i don’t know if cave people belong in a modern world” they’re not cave people anymore. they’ve already developed past that in the first movie. “this place is changing everyone” grug is still afraid of change?!?? he got over this in the first movie too! so not only have they backtracked with the clothes, but also with the character arcs. this is a little worrying. how loosely connected is this sequel??

GOOD: nonetheless, i do think the croods encountering farmers is interesting. so far, they’ve only known that you can either be a caveman or a nomad. being neither is an entirely new concept to them, and it will be interesting to see how they deal with this third lifestyle.

BAD: WHAT HAPPENED TO RIDING THE SUN?!? i’m sorry, i’m just struggling to wrap my head around why the croods would be so ready to settle down. they had a plan. they were gonna follow the sun until they “caught it” and then ride it to Tomorrow. so what happened? especially with guy?!?!? that was literally his life’s most important goal. sooo.....????????

GOOD: while i was busting a lung, one of my friends suggested that the plot this time could be about “remembering one’s roots”. like how the theme for the first movie was that change and moving forward is good, so the sequel could now be about how, although progress is good, it’s also important to remember where you come from. i think this could be an interesting storyline if they do it right.

extra thoughts:

BAD: where are the other pets? the owl bear? the liyotes?? the land whale??? they didn’t go extinct bc the croods rode off into the sunrise with them. so Where Are They?????? did they get erased to?

GOOD: i definitely like the revamped betterman designs. apparently they looked completely different before and i very much prefer their looks now. i’m tired of the “blond, conventionally attractive character(s) think they’re better than others” trope. the bettermans look more like regular people and take pride in the technology they’ve created. i especially like how racially ambiguous they are, as i know this was one of the points the first movie got praised on too. (i do think goth!dawn wouldve been a cool contrast to eep’s bubbliness tho)

NEUTRAL: okay so this is based on both the trailer and fan theories. ive seen a few people wonder if the bettermans are actually guy’s long lost family since they look a lot like him, especially with their affinity for technology. while i don’t think this is a bad theory, i don’t know if i’d want it? idk it’s hard for me to explain but it feels like we’ve already covered guy and his family’s past. can you even imagine the convo lol. guy: “omg you guys are alive!!? i thought you’d been gruesomely drowned to death by tar!!!” / them: “oh no we just hopped right out of that. so anyways” like?!?!??? idk it would just feel...... idk. i think it’s unnecessary. (the theory that dawn is their adopted daughter and is actually guy’s last remaining relative/sister is interesting tho)

conclusion:

good total -> 8 points

bad total -> also 8 points

final thoughts -> so yeah. all in all i’m excited for this!! i love the croods and the themes and subtle little touches they had in the first movie, and am interested to see what they do in the second. unfortunately, it looks like a few things got retconned which is very concerning. i both like and dislike the new art/designs, and am very interested in the dynamic between the bettermans and the croods.

and reminder: i’m taking even my own first impression with a grain of salt (a very, very tiny one) since we’ve seen literally only one trailer so far. these are just my thoughts based on what we have. they might change as more things get released, or they might stay solid. who knows! anything goes until the movie actually comes out.

(also pink!belt will be the death of me)

#the croods #the croods 2 #babbles #long text post //#m: the croods

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dragonwitch77 · 4 years

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Rescue

She hadn’t stopped crying.

Not when he attacked the cats, taking them out easily with a few swipes of his claws while trapping those who tried to escape in his thorns. Not when he tore the cage open and scooped her up into his arms. Not when he finished off the last of the cats, holding her to his chest to hide the gruesome sight he laid out. Not when, while still high with anger, he blew up the warehouse with his magic.

She still cried as he carried her back to the forest, clinging to his mane as big fat tears rolled out her eyes and wailing her little heart out. Normally Snatcher would have found someone’s suffering to be funny, but THIS certainly was not even the tiniest bit humorous in his eyes.

He didn’t know when he got to his tree, or why he chose to curl up on the ground, coiling his body around the kid protectively with his arms wrapped around her small shaking frame, or how long they both stayed there, but it didn’t matter. The kid kept crying.

A Minion or two had poked their head in, but Snatcher had hissed and growled at them, sending a wave of his power to make a clear message that he did not want any visitors. He only wanted to focus on the crying child in his arms, waiting for either his anger to subside or for the kid to finally stop crying.

It would seem to be a long wait as the kid kept crying and his anger didn’t seem to want to go away.

Snatcher thought he might snap if his anger kept going, never minding how the kid seemed to be an endless water tank as she kept crying on him. All he could think about was the warehouse, the cats, and the dark promise he made to make whoever had done this to the kid pay.

After seemingly endless hours, the kid finally cried herself to sleep.

Snatcher was rather grateful for the silence, but his anger was still white hot as he eased himself up and sat down in his chair, keeping the kid close to his chest as he summoned a Minion. He made the order brief and to the point, in no mood for small talk or elaborating why the kid looked like a mess, and sent them off.

Keeping time was fuzzy with his emotions running high, but the Minion came back with what he asked and handed to him without question. A small part of his felt bad waking the kid up, but it was overwhelmed by his other emotions as he set to work patching the kid up, dealing with her wounds and getting rid of her messy ruined clothes for a cleaner set.

He had to keep himself from snapping when he saw the big deep purple spots covering her pale skin. She clonked out after he finished with the last of the more serious wounds, burying her face deep in his chest as her breathing hitched in her sleep. He let her be, slinking deep in his chair but not once ever relaxing.

He hadn’t let her out of his sight for a week.

The kid had stopped crying after a few days, with only a few sniffles here and there, but she was far from being back to her old whole self. And Snatcher didn’t want to risk the kid disappearing on him again anytime soon.

Not that the kid seemed to want to leave Snatcher’s side. She clung to him like a gnat and refused to let go. Snatcher just bared it, keeping the kid in his grip against his chest while trying to keep his anger under control. Though it was hard to do so as any time he looked down at the kid, his anger came back like a tidal wave seeing her broken form and the mop of hair that was usually covered by a top hat.

It was odd doing his usual duties with a kid clung to his chest, but he somehow made do with it and none of the Minions batted their only eye at the sight of the normally fearsome leader holding a broken child protectively like she was made out of glass. They made a few trips to her spaceship, getting her food and what not, but Snatcher never once let his sight leave the kid.

It didn’t help that the kid would flinch and hide her face against his chest every time the chef cat came in view. Snatcher did not have fun explaining the few details he had to her, though the cat was very understanding and kept her distance.

Days passed before she let up on her grip, though Snatcher still hung around to be sure she was healing. He didn’t need to watch her constantly anymore as Cooking Cat took over most of the duty now. The kid was still scared of the orange tabby, but thankfully she didn’t run or hide anymore.

But even as the kid healed and started to smile again, Snatcher could still feel his anger boiling under his false grin.

It was near the end of the fourth month that Snatcher felt it was safe enough to leave the kid.

After a quick check to be sure that she was sleeping, he made a beeline to the kitchen, snatching up the surprised cat by the scruff, and teleporting to his home. It took amazing amounts of strength inside him not to burst with anger as he talked with the cat, getting the info that he needed and who exactly to look for. He thanked her for her cooperation before sending her back to the ship and taking off.

Nyakuza Metro.

The place was bright, crowded, and too much for Snatcher’s liking. There wasn’t much shadow for him to hide in, so disgusted, he took the form of a short shout cat. It clearly didn’t stir up any suspicion as he walked down the streets, and not once did any feline bat an eye at him as he made his way to his destination.

He stopped just outside the store, spotting the large cat at the counter, nearly losing his disguise as he saw her twirling a familiar top hat in her claws. The sign said closed, but that didn’t stop Snatcher from fazing through the glass, his eyes dead set on the feline.

Their eyes met and quicker than Snatcher had seen any living being react, she took out a giant hammer, pointing it at him. It took him a moment to realize it wasn’t a hammer, but a rocket launcher, but he hardly blinked an eye as he growled, losing his disguise and towered over the cat.

There was a beat of silence between them, eyeing each other carefully.

And in a split second, Snatcher finally snapped.

“GOOOOD MOOOORRRRRRNINNNG!”

Hat Kid yawned as she sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. “morning.”

“Sheesh, turn down the enthusiasm kid. No need to be so energetic.”

She smiled a bit as she turned her head to look at Snatcher, finding the ghost laying on her pillow pile with a new thick book. The title read Léčivé Srdce, though she didn’t understand what it meant. Not wanting to focus on it, she pushed the covers aside and slid out of bed and flung herself at Snatcher.

The ghost let out a grunt, shooting her a glare but did nothing to remove her as she smiled up at him. “What’cha reading?”

“Just an old dusty book. Nothing you would be interested in reading.”

Hat Kid crawled her way up Snatcher’s chest, stopping just shy of the book’s spine. “What’s it about?”

“Mmmph. Adventure, sloppy details, a horrible amount of googly heart shaped eyes.” Hat Kid couldn’t help herself from giggling. “And some murder mystery that gets forgotten after two chapters. And it’s the only good part of the story!” He lifted the book to grin down at her. “Five pons that it’s the protagonist’s love interest who’s the killer.”

“Deal!” Hat Kid chirped, snuggling her chin against his chest. She felt him flinch and caught sight of him cringing a bit, but it was gone before she could get a glance at it better. She didn’t have time to focus on it as she was suddenly scooped up in one hand and tossed up and down. Fits of laughter escaped as she was in the air for a few seconds before being caught by the hand and tossed up again.

“You seem to be in high spirits today kid. Got anything planned for today?”

“Cookie and I are going to see Grooves and Conductor today!” Hat Kid giggled as she landed back in the hand, grabbing Snatcher’s thumb and looked at the ghost with bright eyes. “I haven’t seen them in a while and Cookie said that since I’ve been stuck on the ship for a long time now, it’s a great excuse to stretch my legs!”

She kicked one leg out to prove her point, which Snatcher chuckled and dropped her into the pillow pile. She let out a small eep as she sunk into the pillows, popping her head out and blowing a raspberry at Snatcher who only laughed and returned to his book.

“Well you go have fun kid. It’ll be nice to have some peace and quiet around here for once.”

Hat Kid rolled her eyes, crawling out of the pillows and headed for the door.

“Wait up kid.”

She stopped before she could get close enough to activate the motion sensors, freezing as she heard Snatcher’s tone shift from its playful mannerism to a frightfully familiar voice.

“Just where do you think you’re going? Looking like that?”

Blinking, she turned around with a confused glance. Snatcher wasn’t even looking at her, but his usual grin was gone and replaced with a frown. “What’da mean?”

He looked up at her, frowning deeper. “Kid, you’re seriously not thinking about going out there dressed like that are you?”

Hat Kid looked down at herself, frowning now too. “This is how I usually look. And what I always wear!” She stretched out her limbs, putting her fists on her hips with her cheeks puffed out.

“Noo, nononononononono no.” Snatcher shut his book, which disappeared in a puff of smoke, floating over to her with his arms crossed and looking down at her. “You’re not properly dress kid. Do you seriously want to go out there when you’re not even fully clothed?”

“I am too.” Hat Kid huffed, grabbed her shirt and her cape. “See? Shirt, cape, pants, ponytail, boots—”

A weight landed on her head while she was looking down at her feet. Her hands flew upward, grabbing a familiar touch of fabric. She straightened, looking at Snatcher’s smirking face.

“Hat.”

With wide eyes, Hat Kid slowly took off what Snatcher had placed on her head, bringing in front of her.

The familiar purple with a yellow ribbon around the base was all she needed to see to confirm what she thought it was.

“You weren’t properly dressed without something covering that head of yours, and quite frankly I was getting tired of seeing the top of your head. So I figured you could use something to cooovvvvveeerrrrrrr… it? Kid?”

Hat Kid was sniffing, running her thumb over the fabric as she stared at the top hat. Her top hat.

“Whoa hey kid what’s the matter?”

She looked up at Snatcher and finally taking notice of the scruffs and disheveled shape the ghost was in. She didn’t say a word as she rushed at him, jumping as high as she could and grabbed as much mane as she could as new tears went down her face.

Snatcher flinched under her grip, but it didn’t take long for him to wrap his arms around her and hug her tightly as she began to cry. “Oh, kid. It’s alright.” She felt him place her hat back on her head, feeling a soft pat on her back. “It’s alright.” He repeated as she cried into his chest.

#ahit #A Hat In Time #ahit fanfic #snatcher #hat kid #cooking cat #empress

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thecat-inthehat · 4 years

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28. Irenic

I’d like to go back and expand this sometime, but for now this works. I had the ridiculous idea of the /snap working like an @ in a discord server and then I had to write it

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Ping!

Emet-Selch groaned as he was roused from his nap, his dreaming of those bygone days interrupted by some idiot deciding he was needed. Based on the aether trail, he’d been pinged several times already, and it was a miracle that it hadn’t woken him up before this. Really, he was in the middle of something, why couldn’t he just hand it over to Halmarut--

Ping!

“I’m coming, for Dark’s sake,” he muttered to absolutely no one, and ripped open a portal.

P-ing!

If it was the Twelfth Chalice again, then by Zodiark he was going to send that one to the Void for gathering duty for the next century. He stepped through the portal, already drafting a speech that would flay them to pieces, and came out under the veil of stars. He blinked, looking around for the summoner, only to hear an “eep” from beneath him. He looked down.

Nivelth Ajuyn, one of the Warriors Three, sat frozen against one of the tree trunks of the Greatwood, her right hand extended. Her fingers were together, as if mid snapping motion, and she stared at him from under the brim of her ridiculous hat.

“What--” He started, mouth hanging open. “You. How in the world did you get my frequency.”

“What are you even doing here?” She demanded at the same time. At her feet, her carbuncle yawned and looked up at him, blinking sleepily, before giving a musical little chime and then going back to sleep against one of her shoes.

“What am I doing here--You summoned me,” Emet-Selch said, aghast. “How did you even--”

“I didn’t summon you, I was just trying to figure out how you did that snap--” She protested, and her hand went to her grimore that lay beside her.

The very last thing Emet-Selch wanted was to fight her, especially so soon after waking up from a nap, so he lifted his hands in a soothing motion, and gave a theatrical sigh. “Well. It seems you managed to copy at least some of my aether signature with attempting to copy me, and the other Ascians use it as a way to grab my attention if I am needed.”

Nive stared at him, her eyes narrowing.

“What?” He demanded. “I’m telling you the truth! Honestly, why would I lie to you? Especially after I saved that miqo’te friend of yours? Speaking of, aren’t you all supposed to be celebrating the return of the Night with those mages in Slitherbough? Why are you off by yourself?”

“Maybe I wanted to be alone,” she said waspishly, her tail flicking in irritation. She grabbed her grimore and ripped it open, scribbling something on a page. “I didn’t mean to summon you. You can go away now.”

Well now he wasn’t going to.

“Clearly you’ve been doing it wrong, it would be better for me to teach you how to do it properly so you don’t accidentally summon me again,” He said, walking over to her. Her carbuncle chittered at him, the tri-tipped tail waving, but didn’t get up from it’s place at her feet. He sat down with a groan, and gave the little creature an affectionate pat on the head.

“Fine, I won’t do it again,” she said, still scribbling away angrily into her grimoire. “Just go away.”

Emet lifted a brow at her. “Now we both know that’s a lie. A mage like you? You’ll keep trying until you figure it out.”

Nive let out a huff and looked away, instead of admitting he was right. “Fine. Then teach me.”

“Oh, that sounds like a challenge,” Emet drawled, chuckling to himself. “You still doubt me? After everything I did for you already? Wasn’t saving that lover of yours enough?”

Nive jolted and bit her lip, flexing her claws into the cover of the grimoire. “... Y’shtola is not my lover. I don’t know where you got that idea from.”

Ah, pining then. A rather severe case, unless Emet missed his mark, given how tortured Nive had looked after the ronso had picked up Y’shtola and spun her around. She hid it well, content to let the others fawn over their friend’s return, and hung back next to him instead of talking to her. She had even given him genuine thanks, after a bit of prompting.

“My mistake,” he said easily, giving a shrug. “Were my irenic actions not good enough for you? Shall I teach you this as well to further convince you of my altruistic intentions?”

“I think you’re telling the truth,” she shrugged, and reached down to pet her carbuncle, scratching under its chin. “Helisent and Shining don’t trust you. But I won’t say no to further convincing.”

Emet chuckled softly, and lifted up his fingers. “Well first off, your technique is wrong, you’re not making enough of a noise. Here, do it like this…”

#ffxivwrite2020 #Emet-Selch #Nivelth Ajuyn #The Daedalus Project #creator writes

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vivaciousvalves · 4 years

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Hrrrrnnn.... old forgotten shiiiiiipp that I looooove...

I also forgot a long fic I wrote for them~

“Optimus, get up!”

She didn’t even get a grumble of protest; he just laid on his side, facing the wall. She folded her arms crossly, tapping her pede impatiently. They were supposed to be at the meeting several minutes ago, and Optimus was still lying in bed. She didn't want to show up any later, much less without the leader of the Autobots.

“I’m going to leave without you,” she warned, still waiting for a reaction from him. He stayed right where he was.

“Fine, I'll just tell everyone the mighty Optimus Prime wanted to stay in bed instead of attending this important meeting.” She tried one last time, waited, and got the same result. Finally, she threw up her servos and turned to leave.

All in the same second, Optimus sat up, threw his legs over the berth, wrapped an arm around Elita's hip, and threw her effortlessly back onto the berth. Elita bounced slightly, not even able to utter a sound of surprise. Optimus appeared above her, the slightest smile on his face.

“Optimus!” She exclaimed when she found her voice. “What are you doing? We have a meeting to attend!” She tried scooting to the edge of the berth, but he planted a servo to block her. She tried squirming downwards to slip under his chest, but he seized her hips and heaved her higher onto the berth, her helm flopping onto a pillow. She squawked in protest, pushing his shoulders away to escape.

“If you keep struggling, I will drop my resolve and take you right now,” he murmured huskily.

Elita froze, stunned by his unanticipated words. She tried to respond, but the only sound that came out of her mouth was a surprised eep.

“Good femme,” he murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek.

“Optimus,” she protested, though the kiss was very nice. “The meeting.”

“Who cares? I’m more concerned about the gorgeous femme in my berth,” he purred, licking his lips. Elita was caught in his smoldering gaze, and a slight blush spread across her face. She shifted her hips a little, trying to at least make herself comfortable. Grinning hugely, Optimus pulled out a soft blindfold from seemingly nowhere, showing it to her. Elita stared at it, and her blush flared hotter when she realized his intentions.

“I love you,” he praised, kissing her lips. Still in disbelief of his sudden actions, she snuggled down into the berth, a little thrown with his ministrations. She kinda knew what he was planning to do, but from his body language and lingering touches, she was getting embarrassingly nervous. Optimus tied the blindfold around her optics, kissing her cheek again. His servos cupped her face, his warm lips pressing to her forehelm. Her mouth inevitably cracked into a smile; how could it not? He kissed her forehelm multiple times, moving downwards slowly, taking his sweet time. When he reached her cheeks, his thumbs began grazing her chin, stroking the sensitive protoform. He never got to her lips, always kissing a trail along her chin to switch to the other cheek, much to her disappointment. Elita knew what he was doing now. Eventually, he smooched the corner of her mouth but pulled away before she could capture him in a kiss.

“Optimus,” she complained, all thoughts of the meeting disappearing with the warmth of his love radiating in their bond. “let me kiss you.” She puckered her lips and blindly kissed the air, earning a chuckle.

He shifted, and she could feel his venting on her neck. “Retract your armor that cannot be removed physically, love,” he said smoothly, peppering her neck and collarplating with quick, wet kisses.

Elita did as she was told, purring in satisfaction from the kisses she was receiving; this was turning into a pleasurable time. With a few soft clicks and hisses, her main armor was stowed away, her bare protoform still framed by extra, hardy pieces of armor on her shoulders, hips, breastplating, and abdomen. Optimus hummed in appreciation, one servo dipping down to slide down her side.

“You are so beautiful, Elita,” he whispered, nosing under her chin and tilting her helm up. “My dear sweetspark, you put all other femmes to shame.”

Elita was about to deny his alluring statement with a joke when his denta sunk into the protoform of her neck, making her choke.

“Oh, did I hurt you? I’m sorry sweetspark.” He dragged his glossa over the bite, making her squirm. “Lemme fix that for you.”

Elita, again, tried to speak, but Optimus latched his mouth onto that spot on her neck and began sucking, no doubt working it into a love bite. He was vigilant, making sure it would be quite visible for those to see later on. He rarely did this, but he wanted to do everything he could to his femme while he had her in these precious moments. Elita tried to be quiet, she really did, but with his helm buried in her neck, a few nice sounds escaped her throat. Optimus didn’t stop until she had a good amount of hickeys decorating her neck and throat. He then returned to kissing her cheeks and chin, his thumbs sliding into her breastplating armor.

“You are so gorgeous, my Elita,” he praised lovingly. “So very beautiful. I can never keep my optics off you.” His thumb pressed into the base of a breast, making her squeak. “Or, it is servos?”

He kissed rapidly down her chin to her hickey-covered neck to her front, halting at the piece of armor protecting her bosom from harm, or, in this case, his servos.

“Can I take off your armor for you, sweetspark?” he crooned, massaging the base of that particular piece of armor as he gazed at her blind optics.

“Be my guest,” she vented, barely able to prevent herself from trembling. His slow teasing was really getting to her.

Optimus carefully and gingerly removed her front armor, smiling widely when her big bust was finally revealed. She was bigger than most femmes, but he never compared her verbally to anyone else. He set the armor on the floor, returning above her. Elita shifted, her face warming a little. She never liked to expose her breastplating, even around Optimus; she always felt a little too big for any optics to see. But Optimus wanted to worship her tonight, love every bit of her, and that included her big boobs (though she hated to refer them to that).

Optimus took both mounds in her servos, just appreciating how they felt in his grasp for a moment. They were soft and slightly squishy, bouncing when he jiggled them. Elita made a small noise, overly sensitive in that area. He smoothed his thumbs over her nipples, the little nubs tightening in his palms.

“Oh, lover,” he breathed, palming her over and over again. “you’re perfect. Stunning. I love your big breasts. I love to touch them, tease them…”

“Optimus,” Elita whined, her venting now audible. “you know they’re sensitive.”

He chuckled. “But isn’t that the best part?” He plucked her nubs gently, earning several gasps and sudden whines. They became erect and strained in his servos, arching in the air from the simulation. Elita had a pillow in her grasp, fighting to keep herself composed.

Optimus dipped his helm, brushing his lips over one nub. Immediately she stilled, holding her breath. He settled into himself, then sealed his lips over that nub, causing her to release that held vent shakily. He kept himself there, though he was tempted to suck her whole breast into his mouth and make her squeal. But he took it slow, just teasing it slightly. Elita mewled quietly, her legs clamping together as she gripped the pillow. He suckled the nub, molesting it passionately with his glossa until his mate voiced her pleasure. She squirmed and moaned loudly, shooting rapid tingles of arousal down his frame. Optimus then used his servo to pluck and tease the other, leaving neither unattended.

“Ah! O- Optimus!”

Optimus rumbled a reply, his slow, teasing mindset becoming clouded with lust and desire. He wished he had more servos so he could tease her breasts while stripping her of her remaining armor. He pulled off her nub with a wet pop, then switched to the other nub, his thumb rubbing his oral lubricant off the first one. Elita was melting in the berth, her breasts aching with pleasure. It felt so good she could barely moan. Optimus sucked and plucked her nubs until his mouth was dry and she became sore. He detached himself, mouth and servo, licking his lips. Elita sucked in a breath from the sudden lack of contact, when finally, finally, he kissed her lips deeply. There was no glossa, just squishy lip smooching.

“How was that?” Optimus murmured when he pulled away.

“Why don’t you take off the rest of my armor and I’ll show you,” she panted blindly, arching her back slightly.

Optimus smiled widely, though she couldn’t see it. He busied himself with removing the rest of her armor, dumping it quite noisily on the floor. He would press hasty kisses to her newly exposed protoform, until she was lying beneath him, completely exposed. He paused, optics glistening as he admired his alluring mate. She licked her lips nervously, not able to predict his next move without being able to see.

“Hmm, where should I start,” he hummed to himself. “I don’t think I have the patience to kiss every part of you.”

Elita squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve the tight spot in between her legs. It had been there since he had thrown her on the berth and spoken in his deep, sexy voice. It was also getting increasingly uncomfortable.

“Can I take the blindfold off?” Elita asked innocently.

Optimus chuckled, interlocking his digits with hers before pinning her servos to the berth. “Not just yet.”

Elita grumbled in disagreement but quickly silenced herself when he forcefully pressed his lips to hers. He just couldn’t kiss her enough; he wanted to consume her lips every chance he got. He nipped at her lips, smoothing them with his glossa, tilted his helm just so; anything to get a reaction out of her. Elita was quickly overwhelmed, assaulted with his teasing lips. A noise escaped her throat, trying to match his pace; she hated not being able to keep up. They made out hungrily, clutching servos, tilting helms, and pressing their bodies against one another. Optimus had retracted all his armor so he was naked too, but he was so involved with kissing her he hadn’t made a move to continue. Elita finally broke away first, if only to cycle a new vent into her heated systems. Her optics were blown wide despite the blindfold, her face flushed slightly with adrenaline from their make-out session. She just really wished she could see her mate’s face.

“I love you,” she breathed, grinning foolishly.

“I love you too,” Optimus purred. “Primus, I can’t kiss you enough. Did you know I adore kissing you? I just can’t get enough of your plump lips.”

Elita giggled embarrassingly, but Optimus continued.

“Your mouth tastes delicious; I can’t get enough of your taste. I always want to tangle my glossa with yours and kiss as hard as I can. I don’t even wanna interface with you, I just want to hold you and make you breathless.” He dipped his helm, tonguing just under her audio. “I just want to worship you with my glossa.”

Elita squirmed and bit her lip, having no idea how to respond. He really got her when he talked in that sexy way. Optimus kissed her shoulder, then leaned back on his haunches, releasing her servos. He took a moment to just appreciate her frame, from her strong arms, hourglass torso, beautimous breasts, wide hips, and curvy legs. She laid out beneath him like a gorgeous goddess, almost unreal from her serene beauty. Optimus felt himself falling in love with her all over again.

“Now can I take the blindfold off?” Elita asked impatiently when he had taken his moment.

Optimus chuckled and gently tugged it off her helm, tossing it to the side. “Don’t know why I put it on in the first place.”

Elita rolled her optics before pulling him down for a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Optimus’ servos settled on her hips as she lovingly stroked the back of his helm. He hummed into the kiss, having not a worry in the world. He could stay in bed with her forever and never be unhappy. He wanted to praise her again, but he knew she was getting tired of it, so he just loved her with his lips. As soon as she began to make little “mmph” sounds, he took action. Snatching up her hips, he abruptly turned on his side and kept himself in motion until he was on his back and she was sitting in his lap. Elita blinked in surprise, her servos hovering in the air hesitantly. Optimus gave her a big smile and she settled with resting them on his stomach. She had to admit, she loved to see him at this angle. She loved his broad chest and powerful shoulders that could protect her without waiver, or pin her to the wall and have his way with her.

“So pretty,” he smiled cheekily.

Elita grinned and pressed a digit to his lips. “Hush up, handsome.”

Optimus surprised her by trapping her digit in his mouth, maintaining strong optic contact the whole time. His glossa snaked over the tip, chuckling at her expression. He sucked on it a few more times before forcing it out with his glossa.

“What, you didn’t think this would turn into innocent kissing time, did you?”

Elita blinked. “You sucked my breasts like they were candy and teased my nubs so much they’re still sore.” She grasped her breasts and squished the soft protoform together. “They’re still swollen. Primus, I forgot how your mouth can make my nipples hard. You’re dangerous with that glossa.”

He chuckled huskily. “Indeed I am.”

Elita smirked, shifted her weight around on her aft. “So, what do you plan on doing to me tonight?”

He placed his servos lightly on her bare hips. “I dunno,” he said casually. “I was planning on kissing every part of you until we were both breathless, which I kind of accomplished. Only, I got distracted by-“ he gestured to all of her. “and got impatient.”

Elita cocked an optic ridge. “A little impatient?” She bounced her breasts in her servos and bit her lip seducingly to give him a show.

Optimus couldn’t help but groan from that. “Okay, I was very impatient, but can you blame me?” He gave her his best mechanopuppy eyes.

She giggled, shifting up his frame a little. “I can never blame you.” She leaned down, placing her servos on his broad chest, and kissed him. He kissed back with rising hunger, a deep rumble blossoming in his chest. He lifted his strong hips just slightly, then set them back down quickly. It wasn’t a large movement, but it was just enough for Elita to feel the wave of his frame moving beneath her. She broke off the kiss abruptly, her optics blown wide. They stared at each other for a minute, until Optimus rolled his hips again and she gasped just the slightest.

“Aren’t you going to prepare my valve first?” She asked in a slur, digits curling into her palms.

Optimus snorted, then unexpectedly removed his codpiece, his spkie sliding up between her aft cheeks. A gasp erupted from her, startled from the hard spike pressing against her aft.

“I think you’ll manage,” he murmured.

Elita squeezed her optics shut, struggling to keep her composure. She had never felt anything quite like this before, and she really wasn’t complaining.

“You like that?” He teased, moving his hips just right so his shaft strained in between her cheeks. Elita was visibly struggling, vents short and optics half-closed from the sensation.

“Optimus-“ she managed to force out, gasping slightly.

“Yes, say my name, just like that,” he urged, moving his hips more.

“Optimus,” she repeated, a little louder. “Please…”

“You want my spike?” She nodded vigorously. “Well, I would’ve thought you could last longer.” He kept his rough pace, grinding his hard spike into her soft cheeks. He could feel a little warm lubricant seeping out of her tight valve, still sealed despite what they had gotten themselves into. Elita whined and slapped his chest weakly. “Ahh~ you know I can’t do it by myself.”

He giggled foolishly, grasping her hips. “Then I’m here to help. Open your valve.”

Elita did as she was told, her panel sliding open with an audible click. The thick smell of her reached his olfactory sensors, his spike hardening even more. He loved the smell of her sex.

Elita pressed a servo to her groin, a little tighter than she wanted to be. With a questioning look from him and a nod from her, Optimus raised her hips and aligned himself with her tight opening. When his stiff tip first pressed into her puffy folds, Elita sucked in a vent, never used to the feel of their first contact. Struggling just slightly, Optimus lowered her slowly onto his spike, his arms trembling. She began gasping slightly as he filled her bit by bit until her hips were once again flush with his. She was panting now, her thighs clenched around his hips as she struggled to get accustomed to the big bulge in her groin. Optimus loved seeing her like this: optics closed, mouth opened in a pant, servos clenched on his chest, breasts aching in pleasure, and full of his spike. It was in this position that she could really fit him.

“Oh yes,” she finally moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“You good?” he breathed, his own chest heaving.

She nodded, a fat smile plastered on her face. She couldn't express enough how much she enjoyed doing this with him.

“Can I start moving now?”

A slight nod from her was all he needed; holding her hips, he began to move his up and down, up and down, until Elita was riding him like a wave. Her servos flew to her face to clamp her mouth shut or fell back down to dig into his abdomen, or hover in the air from the amazing feeling of his spike plunging deep inside her. He was panting from the effort, groaning from the sensation of her wet, puffy folds clenching around his hard spike as he rolled his hips into hers. The squelching sound of his spike thrusting into her sopping wet valve increased with each of their gasps.

“Yes- aah!” Elita whined happily when Optimus abandoned her hips to grab her breasts, thumbs pressing into her nubs. She nearly overloaded from that alone. “Deeper, ple- aaaah- Optimus! Faster- oooh...”

Groaning, Optimus complied, and soon his rhythm changed from steady rolling to fast thrusting. Elita cried out from the sudden change, but it quickly died out into a loud moan. He was panting and grunting now, his servos dropping to hold tightly on her sides to help himself along. Elita bounced on his hard spike, helm tilted back in complete ecstasy. Her transfluids were sloshing out of her valve with every thrust, staining his groin and thighs. Her rapid little “ah ah ah” sounds came with every thrust, both of them straining to keep their rhythm.

“Oooooooh I'm close Optimus,” Elita moaned, her dropping forward. “Oooh, you feel so good inside me. Harder, love, please…”

Optimus groaned, slowing just slightly to return to rolling his hips aggressively. “Ah, you're so tight, Elita. Primus, I love feeling your heat.”

The berth was moving beneath them now, rocking forwards and backward as their movements increased. Elita planted her servos on his chest and started slamming her groin into each of his hard thrusts, her moan faltering as his spike positively plummeted her valve. The berth was creaking now, the noise egging them on.

“Optimus,” Elita cried. “I'm so c-close! Oh, love, I’m gonna over-ooooh!!”

“Come on baby scream for me,” Optimus urged, his own overload approaching rapidly with every deep thrust.

Elita gasped once, twice, then came with a cry as her climax erupted inside her. Her lubricant gushed out of her valve in a flood of pink, coating his spike in her fluids. When Optimus saw this, he came with a small groan, shooting off inside her like a faucet. Elita squealed when she felt his hot fluids erupt inside her, having a smaller overload as his lubricant no doubt doused her valve in his seed. They kept thrusting until they had both finished, their hips now covered in each other's fluids. Finally, Optimus halted his hips, panting heavily. Elita was weak and trembling, barely able to keep herself up. He caught her shoulder, and she collapsed on his chest with a satisfied groan. He winced when his spike was wrenched in her valve as she fell forward, but didn't complain. It took a long time until they could wrap their arms around each other and speak.

“Primus,” Elita finally said with a huge sigh.

Optimus chuckled and kissed her helm, stroking her bare back with a servo. “We didn't last very long.”

Elita laughed lightly. “You did make me come twice though.”

“I did? Maybe I haven't lost my touch then.”

Elita giggled and shifted, too satisfied to moan as his spike moved inside her. “You never will.”

Optimus grunted as he tried to pull Elita higher up his chest, trying to pull his spike out of her now loose valve.

“Scrap, Elita,” he cursed, embarrassed. “Could you lift your hips for just a second?”

She giggled again but did as he asked. He quickly put his spike away, pulling her closer. She tucked her helm in his neck, sighing blissfully. The afterglow of their intercourse had yet to fade, so they laid in each other's arms pleasurably. Every so often Optimus would kiss her helm, and she would smile from it. She slid her servo into his free one, lacing their digits together.

“I love you,” she crooned, nuzzling his collar with her cheek.

“Impossible,” he murmured. “I love you more.”

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Witchwood

"Alright, Dorothy, calm down. Just because you’re lost and hurt in a random forest in the middle of the night doesn’t mean you’re going to die here… R-Right?”

Being a witch came with its fair share of positives and negatives. Alright, it honestly came with more negatives, and Dorothy knew about them all too well. Being a witch wasn't exactly seen as a good thing, and when she finds herself lost in a forest, she already expects danger to end her at any moment. It doesn't help when she's alone and hurt, leaving her at her most vulnerable to the ghostly shadows creeping in every corner. However, when she finds herself facing an offer from a mysterious being in the darkness, Dorothy's fate may prove to contain just a sliver of positivity after all.

(Here are links to Witchwood on Weasyl, Twitter, and Reddit. Oh, here’s the AI Dungeon scene it’s based off of! I hope you like and enjoy the story! ^v^)

A young witch wanders through a dark forest, lost and alone. She limps as she walks, clutching onto her arm as a small ball of light emanates from her free hand. The soft glow helped her sight ever so slightly, but it was not enough to sedate her fears. The canopy of the forest smothered the slivers of moonlight attempting to pass through. Sounds of the unknown, like creaks and chitters, were amplified in the near darkness. The only comfort the witch had was the weak radiance in her palm, but even that threatened to flicker out. With a shiver down her spine, she forced herself to continue onward toward the mysteries of the night.

Alright, Dorothy, calm down. Just because you’re lost and hurt in a random forest in the middle of the night doesn’t mean you’re going to die here… R-Right? The witch felt herself stiffen up upon the thought’s entry. Her anxieties were taking hold, and she tried her hardest to push them aside as she traversed through the dark. N-No, I’m not going to die here. Nobody’s going to die here. I-I mean, an injured witch doesn’t always mean bad, right? Just because a lot of people want us dead doesn’t mean I’ll die too. Even if I do, I-I’ll be left to rot in this spooky forest that no one probably knows about, and if someone actually does find me, they’ll think, “Serves you right, you terrible, horrible, good-for-nothing-”

Suddenly, a loud noise kicked Dorothy out of her train of thought and caused her to flinch. She stopped in her tracks, freezing herself to the spot. W-Who’s there? She dared not to move, instead frantically shifting her eyes in every direction to look at the limited area around her. C-Come on, Dorothy, it’s okay. N-Nothing’s out there to get yo-

The sound appeared again, louder this time, and the witch instantly ducked for cover. She kneeled down to the ground, her ball of light barely a small flame within her defensive state. She cowered in fear, accepting her soon-to-be untimely demise until the screech took on another form. Instead of frightful, the cry morphed into a call, and ultimately, transformed into nothing more than a hoot. It was only then when Dorothy untensed herself. She got up, brightened her magical glow, and peered around the forest, spotting its source resting atop a tree branch.

Oh, she realized, it’s just an owl.

The bird turned its head to meet Dorothy’s gaze, letting out one last hoot once it did. It then looked away and flew into the darkness, never to be seen again. S-See? It was nothing but an owl. N-Nothing’s trying to get you in this creepy place…

However, as she watched the owl disappear, something strange caught Dorothy’s eye. She saw but a mere glimpse of it, but the witch found herself shivering in distress once again. Something is out there, and it’s trying to get you. Her breathing quickened, her heartbeat pulsed in her chest, and she suppressed a gulp of fear as she slowly moved her gaze upward. Dorothy’s hand trembled, the faint glow in her palm quivering as it inched closer to the canopy.

Please don’t hurt me…

Once it finally reached the treetops, the witch was met with an alarming sight: A woman’s face was looking directly at her. The rest of her appearance was shadowed by the dark foliage, but her pair of eyes stared straight into Dorothy’s own. Eep! On instinct, the witch jumped in terror, staggering a few steps backward before tripping to the ground. The sudden fall caused her only source of light to disappear, leaving her in the bare moonlight. She winced in pain as she landed on her injuries, but being hurt would not matter to what she would become. As she shook more than ever, Dorothy quickly clutched herself together, her vain attempt to protect herself from whatever monster was before her.

I lost. I’m hurt. I’m going to die. I don’t want to die…

“P-Please don’t hurt m-me…”

Those were the last words the witch whimpered before focusing on holding herself together. Every nerve in her body was engulfed by fear and fright. She could barely choke out her muted cries for help. All was overwhelming, and she stayed within her shield, not wanting to face her inescapable doom.

However, Dorothy’s fate had other plans. While keeping herself safe the best she could, she nearly missed the sound of a gasp coming out of the woman’s mouth.

“You’re a witch,” she said, “and a young one, at that.”

The thought of heading straight into her demise tormented Dorothy, but one element about the voice caught her attention. W-Why does she care about me being a w-witch? She could kill me right here, right now, but… She’s not doing anything.

Pondering about the confusing thought in her mind, she decided to give the woman a chance. She slowly unraveled her defenses, beginning with taking a small peek at the face above. From there, Dorothy’s intrigue only grew. A vivid ball of light rested in a hand sprouted from the leaves. It lit the scene brighter than her own magic ever could, and the details behind the woman’s face were now clear. Widened eyes stared at the fallen witch. Her expression appeared surprised and concerned, and it was if she took pity on the poor being below.

At this moment, Dorothy was unsure what to do. I… I can’t trust this lady that easily. I’ve been through something like this in the past before. People like her put up ruses and facades to fool me, then end up beating me for who I am. She paused her thoughts to take in the woman’s face. She stayed in the canopy, waiting for Dorothy to make her move. I’ve… I’ve been through enough of this to know what happens next. It was only time until I became too vulnerable for my own good.

“Y-Yeah,” she finally said, “I’m a witch. Just get it over with and k-kill me already."

"Kill you? Oh, good heavens, no! I'd rather do the exact opposite!"

What? The woman's exclamation caught Dorothy off guard. She failed to understand what she meant until a mysterious force began to flow through her. Dorothy looked up to see the light now hovering in the air. Instead of holding it, the woman's hand aimed its open palm toward the witch, a pale green glow emanating from it. All of a sudden, her wounds began to disappear. Her leg no longer felt pain, as did her arm. Blood and bone magically worked together to tend to what was hurt, and soon enough, Dorothy was as good as new. She arose from her position, feeling in disbelief when she was successfully able to get on her feet.

My injuries are gone…

"You… You healed me," Dorothy stated, moving her head up to look at the woman. She really healed me.

"Of course."

"Why?"

"It pains me to see a witch in distress of any kind. That is why I would like to invite you to somewhere safe."

The woman's hand extended from the foliage, now low enough for Dorothy to grab on to. As tempted as she was to accept her offer, she hesitated. This random lady is someone I met in a dark forest in the middle of the night… But she chose to heal me, a witch. "H-How do I know I can trust you?"

"Do not worry, young one. I would not bring any harm to you." Then, with a simple wave of her hand, the woman cast another spell. Before she knew it, Dorothy found herself slowly levitating off the ground. She wobbled at first, using her arms to regain her balance, and looked at the woman. With a smile on her face, she then revealed her secret:

"After all, I am a witch too."

Another witch? This lady is a witch too? How is that possible? Despite the quantity of questions entering Dorothy's mind, she was not able to ask them. The woman's face and arm disappeared into the canopy, and Dorothy's body did the same. Heading straight up, she used her arms to block leaves and branches as she passed through them. It would not take long to exit the vegetation, and once she did, she opened her eyes to a magnificent sight. The forest stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly infinite and endless. Up above, a vast sea of stars decorated the night sky, the moon glowing brightly as an additional touch.

Wow… It's like an entirely different part of the world, Dorothy thought to herself. Everything's empty and away from dangers. There's nothing but peace up here…

Enamored by the view, Dorothy's trance was broken when the sound of rustling caught her attention. She swiveled her head to be greeted with the same woman from before, this time with the rest of her true form. She was clad in a long, dark gray robe, with white trimmings to enhance her attire. One of her hands contained a radiant shine, while the other performed but a small wave. Both the woman and Dorothy were lowered atop the forest's crown, the two now magically standing above it.

"I must apologize for my first impression," said the woman. "I was simply surprised to encounter a fellow witch. My name is Mother Glory. Tell me, what is yours, young one?"

Mother Glory? My name? "Erm… D-Dorothy," she stammered with a hint of hesitance. "My name is Dorothy."

"It is very nice to meet you, Dorothy. I would like to introduce you to Witchwood." Mother Glory sent a friendly smile her way, then gestured to the land beyond. "It is a place by witches, for witches, of witches."

"Is that what you meant by being a witch yourself? How come I've never heard of Witchwood? What is it like?"

Before Dorothy released all of her thoughts on her mind, Mother Glory silenced her with the raise of her palm. "I have the answers to all of your questions, young Dorothy. Witchwood is a secretive place, guarded by magic and known by only a few to ensure our safety. Surely you know of witch-hunts and their attempts to decimate our kind?"

Witch-hunts… The moment the word appeared, the memory struck Dorothy. Screams, flames, and the urge to survive - She needed to shake her head to return to the present. "Y-Yes, I know what witch-hunts are… I was a victim of one."

The mood suddenly became solemn, and a small moment would pass before Mother Glory spoke. "Dorothy, if recalling the memory does not disturb you too much… May you please explain what happened? I completely understand if you do not want to."

I'd be sharing my story with someone I just met tonight, but… Mother Glory is a witch just like me. I've never met another witch on my travels before. Plus, she was kind enough to heal me from… I think I can start trusting her now. Heaving out a heavy sigh, Dorothy nodded to Mother Glory, her agreement to tell her tale.

"I remember being with my family at the time," she began. "We were living peacefully at our house when they ambushed us. They set it on fire while they took my mother, my father, and my two siblings. I was the only one who managed to flee." Dorothy paused, taking a moment to allow the trauma to properly weigh atop her heart, then continued. "I remember the look of sheer horror on Mother's face as they came for us. She told me to run away as fast and as far as I could. I wanted to try and help.. but I couldn't. Ever since then, I've been taking care of myself as a loner. I've been through less… horrific incidents, but… The rest is history."

Mother Glory looked at Dorothy with a gaze filled to the brim with care and concern. "Dorothy, I cannot thank you enough for revealing your story to me. A witch as young as you should not have deserved such a fate. It is truly terrible how people will treat our kind this way."

"It is!" Dorothy emphasized. "They discriminate against us simply because we stray away from the norm! Just because witches use different types of magic doesn't mean we're demons who need to die! I really wish there was proper justice, but… There's nothing a witch like me can do anything about that…"

Dorothy's heart sunk in her chest, but the moment she noticed Mother Glory's open arms, she knew what she was trying to say. She approached the woman and hugged her, the comfort almost overwhelming when the hug was returned. Thank you, Dorothy wanted to say. Thank you for being here for me when nobody else wanted to.

"Dorothy, I promise you, a witch is always able to make a difference." Mother Glory's tone was as soft as cotton as she soothed her. "Although I will never experience what you have been through. my beginnings can relate with yours. I was an only child who had lost my parents when I was younger. I have persevered through so much, just like you have, and now I am the leader of Witchwood."

"Really?"

Mother Glory nodded. "I do not want my kind to suffer for who they are. That is why Witchwood is a safe haven where witches are able to feel protected. Our community is a sanctuary where many others accept you for who you are. There is no fear or backlash for being a witch. That is why I am wondering if you would like to join us, young Dorothy."

"What?" Dorothy pulled away from the hug in surprise. "You want me to join Witchwood?"

"Only if you wish to. I understand you have your own freedom, so if you decide not to join-"

"N-No, no," Dorothy cut off. This… was the blessing I needed in my life. "I'd love to join Witchwood, Mother Glory. Thank you." With a grateful gaze and a smile full of gratitude, Dorothy hugged her once more with as much appreciation as she could muster.

"No, Dorothy, thank you," Mother Glory said while hugging back, "Anything for a fellow witch.”

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Lucky -- Chapter Twenty Eight

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Word Count: 3300

I’m walking through a building on my way to find Ahro before she has to leave. I want her to switch my bandages, but I also want to talk to her. She’ll be going on a trip to a place we’ve only heard about in stories, and I want to help calm her down. I’m going to miss my best friend, as well.

“Why?” Hansung’s whine fills my ears. “Why can’t I?”

I spot him with Sunwoo just around the corner, but I don’t go up to them.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Sunwoo shakes Hansung off his arm. “If you wanted to go, you should have said something when he asked.”

“I didn’t know because I has hiding,” Hansung pouts. “So, take me with you. Tell Master Wihwa for me.” He grabs Sunwoo’s arm again, shaking it as he talks.

“Wait, wait, stop,” Sunwoo struggles to get Hansung to let go, but he eventually succeeds. “Ask one of the other guys.” He begins to walk away.

Hansung grabs his arm to keep him from walking off. “I don’t like those other guys. I like you,” he grins, no longer whining.

Sunwoo lets out a surprised breath, looking away for a few seconds. “How can you make a confession like that so suddenly, and make the other person flustered?”

“I do it with Ara all the time.” He then uses both hands to cup Sunwoo’s face, squishing the other boy’s cheeks together.

I want to talk away now that my name has come up, but I am frozen to my spot.

“Nice eavesdropping, Ara,” Danse whispers to me as he walks passed.

“Eep!” I let out, slapping Danse’s arm before he is out of reach.

“Do you see me as a child too, Sunwoo?” Hansung asks. “I’m an adult even though I am younger. I win at everything.”

Sunwoo brushes Hansung’s hands off his face, turning to lean against the wall. “Geez. Why do you like me?”

“I don’t know. You are just cool,” Hansung chuckles.

Sunwoo coos as he pinches Hansung’s cheek like you would a baby.

I tenderly smile, but the sweet scene doesn’t last long.

Danse steps in, pulling his brother away with a hand across Hansung’s chest. He briefly bows to Sunwoo, “Sorry about this, Sunwoo.”

“Ah, good thing you came,” Sunwoo points at Hansung. “Hold onto him so he doesn’t follow me. He might follow us all the way to South Buyeo or wherever we’re going.”

“What?” Hansung whines as Sunwoo begins to walk away, fighting against Danse’s hold. “I am going to follow you. I want to follow you. I want to,” he begins to say like a mantra, doing whatever he can to tray and break away from Danse. He even grabs onto the bars on the wall. “Why? I am going to follow you!”

I take a deep breath, straightening up to compose myself. “Hello Danse, Hansung,” I nod at them as I walk quickly passed.

“Ara, where are you going?” Hansung calls at me.

“Doctor Ahro!” I glance back.

It takes a little while to reach the doctor’s office, and I am glad to see that Ahro is there getting things ready for her travel.

“Hi Ahro,” I close the door behind me. “Do you have a second to talk, and maybe change my bandages?”

Ahro looks up at me, a tired smile spreading on her face. “Yes, oh goodness, yes. I need a break to clear my mind, and talking will help me calm down.”

“Okay, good,” I smile, walking over to sit down on the cot. Then I kick my boots off, wiggling my toes. “Do you have something to talk about?”

She steps up to me, pulling her sleeve back to show a bandage. “A sword, because I know you will ask.”

“Who?” I furrow my eyebrows.

“Sunwoo, but it wasn’t on purpose,” she pulls her sleeve down. “We are fighting, I guess.”

“That is not good. Boys can be so dumb sometimes,” I shake my head, swinging my legs up onto the cot.

“Sometimes,” she chuckles, working on unwrapping my bandages.

“I was being nice,” I giggle. “I’m sure that if you talk it out with Sunwoo, it will all work out.”

“I’ve tried, but he just walks away,” she sighs. “He refuses to talk to me. When it gets hard, he shuts down.”

“Then he just needs time to breath. I do that too when nothing seems to go my way. He’ll come around.”

“I hope so. I finally felt like we were getting somewhere.”

“Maybe he is afraid of going too fast,” I shrug, letting out a sigh of relief as my feet breathe.

“Enough about me, Sooyeon was so distraught when I told her BanRyu was leaving for Baekje. Though, she was not for me.”

“I am very worried for you,” I pat her arm. “I will not be able to sleep until you all come back and I know you are safe.”

“Thanks,” she gives a tight-lipped smile. “Sooyeon is going to give BanRyu some of her hair so he remembers her.”

“It is so cute that they are in love,” I giggle. “Weird because it is hard to see BanRyu like that, but I am warming up to him.”

“Never thought I would hear you say that,” she pats my head. “Do you need me to check for a fever?”

I giggle harder, shoving her away. “Shut up. He’s been nicer, maybe thanks to Sooyeon.”

“Bad boy turned good boy by sweet girl?” Ahro teases.

“Stop,” I lunge at her, but she just steps away. “Get back here and heal my feet!”

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I stand with the rest of the Hwarang as we are ready to send off the delegation party. The four boys going are in their red uniforms, and Ahro looks beautiful in a light blue, purple, and pink dress. I should have gone as her protector, but there is nothing I can do now. I’ll just pray they all return safely.

The Queen with Master Wihwa, our secondary teacher, a servant, and the Queen’s bodyguard following behind, walk to the base of the balcony where the four boys wait. The group stops as the Queen looks over the boys. Then she makes her way to the balcony with everyone, and the princess comes to stand at the base.

As quickly as we can, the Hwarang and Nangdoo get into line to face the balcony. This is truly a sendoff fit for royalty.

“Your duty is to protect Princess Sookmyung,” Master Wihwa says. “As Hwarang, keep yourselves proud. Do not back out of a fight. Keep your loyalty toward your friends. You may find yourself in unexpected situations, and you must keep this in mind: You are Hwarang! You are the pride of Silla! Do you understand!?”

“Yes!” We chant as one.

I look at Ahro, seeing her less worried than earlier. The chances of her looking at me are slim, but I still do my best to send positive messages her way.

Master Wihwa motions for the Queen to step forward to address us. She does, and he falls back into the shadows.

“These four Hwarang, as envoys seeking peace with South Buyeo,” the Queen says. “Will guard Princess Sookmyung. Further solidifying the alliance with Baekje before you return.”

“Yes!” We shout once more.

I look over each of those at the base of the balcony. My friends are going to a scary place, and all I will be able to do is sit and wait for their safe return. As much as I don’t like the princess, I hope that she comes back having made peace. Maybe even changed for the better, as well.

The ones going on the trip exit through the back, and we our left to go back to whatever we were doing before.

“I can’t believe they are leaving,” Yeowool sighs as we settle in an alcove outside. “We’ll be all alone in our room, Ara,” he sings. “Will you sleep with me?”

“She’d sleep with me,” Hansung smiles at me. “Right Ara?”

“I just want to sleep alone for once, actually,” I grin, lying down on the bench. “A whole bed all to myself. I can’t believe it. I will spread all out.”

“Won’t you miss having a buddy?” Yeowool asks.

“Jidwi has been having nightmares, and as much as I worry about him, I want to sleep through the night.”

“You are only worrying about him?”

“No,” I blurt out. “No, no,” I take a deep breath. “I am worrying about all of them. I want them back as soon as possible without trouble.”

“The princess is going to see a whole part of Silla that she probably doesn’t even think about.”

“They all are,” Hansung says. “None of us do. Outside the capital are people that we never give a moment to wonder about.”

“I wonder about them,” I place my hands on top of my head. “I wonder if my family is out there. Or if they are even alive. Where did I come from?”

“It doesn’t matter where you come from, but where you are now,” Yeowool says.

“I guess so,” I sigh. “I do so much, but not everyone can see passed where I come from.”

“We need to stop caring about what people think about us,” Hansung sighs. “They can’t keep telling us what to do. We can do what we want.”

“We can, but with consequences,” I tap my feet together.

“But are the consequences harsh enough to stop you from doing what you want?” Yeowool asks.

“Honestly, I don’t think so,” Hansung takes a deep breath. “I want to do what I want, and if that hurts me in some way, I don’t really care.”

“I just, I don’t know,” I cover my face with my hands. “Whatever happens will happen, and that is how I will keep going about life.”

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“The book on military strategy says the best tactic is not to go to war,” our secondary teacher addresses the class.

I’m sitting between Yeowool and Hansung as we are forced to attend lessons.

“When is Sunwoo coming back?” Hansung whispers.

“Worried about him?” I giggle.

“I wonder,” Yeowool responds. “I am guessing he will return after preventing the war.”

“Where is he?” Hansung whines.

“Are you like this when I’m not around?” I pout.

“Maybe,” he grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Do you really like Dog-Bird that much?” Yeowool questions, looking at Hansung.

“Yes,” Hansung looks at Yeowool with a big grin on his face. “He’s a good brother figure.”

“What about me?”

“I don’t like you,” Hansung looks away, pulling my hand onto his leg.

“Geez,” Yeowool raises his voice, slapping Hansung with some of the loose fabric of our uniform.

The room goes silent as everyone looks at us.

“Geez?” Our teacher narrows his eyes at us.

“Boys,” I quietly hiss.

Yeowool coughs, trying to play off his outburst. “This isn’t over,” he mumbles.

I feel my cheeks heating up as the attention goes back to the teacher on the raised platform. “Idiots,” I bite the inside of my cheek.

The teacher returns to his point of military tactics, but now all I can think about are the boys who are gone. They will ever come back safe and sound, or we will find out about their demise through war.

As I have completely zoned out worrying about those who are gone, I don’t catch when we are dismissed.

“Ara,” Hansung pinches my cheek.

I rapidly blink, “Sorry, what?”

“We can go do whatever,” he steps in front of me. “And you zoned out.”

I look around, expecting to see Yeowool, but I don’t. “Where’d Yeowool go?”

“I think he’s mad that I said I didn’t like him,” he shrugs. “I was only joking, a little bit.”

“It was rude,” I sigh, looking up at Hansung.

“Should I have lied?”

“No,” I stand up, taking a step back to not be so close. “You still like me though, right?”

“”More than anyone,” he tenderly smiles. “Do you want to go relax somewhere? Grab a book, maybe.”

“For a little bit, sounds like fun,” I smile back.

He grabs my hand, pulling us out of the room and then outside.

“Hansung,” Danse stops us before we can go to our room for me to grab a book.

“Hi Danse,” I flash a wide smile.

“Ara,” he bows to me. “I need to borrow my brother from you. Our grandfather is here to talk.”

Hansung’s grip on my hand tightens, “What does he want?”

“I don’t know. That’s why he has come to talk to us,” Danse glances down at our clasped hands. “Come on, we shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“I’ll grab a book and meet you back here,” I push onto my tip toes to press my lips to his cheek. “It’s all going to be okay, and I will be here when you get back.”

“Fine,” Hansung lets go of my hand. “Show the way.”

Danse and Hansung walk off, and I watch carefully so I can follow them.

“Book first,” I firmly nod, turning on my heel to rush off to the room. I grab the first book that I find, and then I find the area where Hansung and Danse are meeting with their grandfather.

“This is not right, but they mean so much to me,” I breathe out as I stare down the boys as their grandfather talks.

The only thing that stinks about hiding from a distance is that I cannot hear a single word being said. Though, I can see all the emotion on everyone’s face when Master Hyunjae flogs Danse’s shoulder multiple times, causing the boy to fall to his knees.

I hold in the scream that wants to rip through me as my jaw clenches in anger. I have never been fond of Master Hyunjae, and I know that he hates me for Hansung being drawn to me and not a pure blood. This just solidifies in my heart how much I want to go against his wishes.

I wipe my angry tears away. I cannot let Hansung or Danse know that I saw this, ever. I need to leave before either of them catch me snooping.

I turn on my toes, running all the way back to where I said I would be for Hansung.

“Ara, why are you running so much?” Chiwon chuckles as he steps up to me.

“No reason,” I say through deep breaths. “I just, I needed to be back here to meet Hansungie,” I stutter out.

“Why the book?” He nods at the object in my hand.

“To read as the two of us relax in the shade somewhere.”

“Shouldn’t he train? He seems to be behind everyone else. Even you.”

“He’s doing the best he can when fighting is not his interest,” I stand up straighter, looking for Hansung. “I don’t need you right now, Chiwon, so feel free to go do whatever you want.”

“Of course, Ara,” he bows to me. Then he walks off, leaving me to be alone.

I stand by myself for a while, looking out for a sign of Hansung or Danse. It eventually comes, as Hansung rounds a corner. There is no sadness on his face like I saw earlier.

“Hansungie,” I coo as he reaches me. “Did it go alright?”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” he forces a smile. “I just want to spend time with you, and not worry about anything else. Just you and me, okay?”

“I can do that,” I grab his hand, leaning into him. “Let’s go find a place where we can do that.”

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“It’s been a couple days, and I am so worried about them,” I pout as I look out the window in the classroom. “I just wish they would come home.”

“It can’t be much longer now,” Hansung pats my arm. “I’m sure that everything is going fine.”

“Are you saying that because you believe it or because you want to cheer Ara up?” Yeowool asks.

“What does it matter?”

“I do feel better,” I slightly smile. “I can still worry about them, but I know that they are safe. This kind of trip would take a long time no matter what.”

“You are too cute and sweet, Ara,” Yeowool chuckles.

A boy skids to a stop at the door, “Guys! Hey, everybody! Guys, and girl!” He stumbles over the last half. Then he rushes to the center of the room, jumping over the last step. “Did you hear? Did you hear about it?” He faces us with a frown. “They said that the Hwarang might not be able to return,” he whines.

“What?” I jump to my feet. “What are you talking about?” I narrow my eyes at the boy.

“Yeah, what do you mean they might not come back?” Another boy stands up, rushing at the boy who gave the news.

“Right now, as I speak, they are being held prisoner by South Buyeo’s Crown Prince,” the messenger says, slapping his chest. “They are all going to die.”

More boys are standing now, not sure what to really do with the information.

“This is terrible,” I groan, resting my head on Hansung’s shoulder as the boy is now standing next to me.

“Explain it in detail,” a boy demands.

Hansung grabs my hand, “You aren’t being serious, are you?”

“What do we do? What are we going to do?” Multiple boys cry out.

I lift my head up, taking a deep breath. “First, all of you need to calm down,” I raise my voice above the noise.

The boys slowly stop talking and turn to look at me.

“You have a plan?” A boy speaks up.

“Sort of,” I nod. “Have you all stopped freaking out?” I look around at all the nodding boys. “Perfect. Now, we cannot go all the way to them, or else we will all be killed. I trust that they can get out of whatever bad situation they are in, but getting home after that is different.”

“So, what do we do, Ara?” Yeowool helps to keep me going.

“We go to the border to help as they come back. I’m sure they would be happy to see us, and if they need our help, we will be there to give it.”

“When did you become a military leader?” Some boy jokes.

“Yesterday,” I smirk. “I have to be well rounded if I want to keep acting like a princess. Now, we need to get ready, and we need to leave as soon as possible.”

“Of course,” the messenger boy claps. “Come on, let’s prepare!”

“All the boys in the room rush out besides Yeowool and Hansung. The three of us standing, looking between one another.

“That was great, Ara,” Yeowool says. “You commanded a whole room, and they never doubted you. Not even for a second.”

I shrug, “With how crazed they were, I bet they didn’t even think about it.”

“How did you think of what to say so quickly?” Hansung asks.

“I just let my mouth do the work. I never really knew what I was saying, but it sounded good, so I was just trying to sound confident.”

“You are just being modest,” Yeowool places a hand on my shoulder. “You have been worrying so much that so many scenarios have played out in your head. You were ready for this.”

“While that may be true, I can only think so far.” I shake my head. “It really doesn’t matter. We need to go get ready like the others, and then get on the road. This is where we prove that we are worthy of being Hwarang.”

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Ah, so much happening, and that usually means the end is near, and that would be true. Don’t worry, there is still a bit left to tell, and something exciting is coming up. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Please let me know what you thought! :D

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A Taste of Summer

LAZY, HAZY, COZY NIGHT

One-shot #: 2

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: M (Suggestive & Itty Bitty Naughty)

Note: Entry for the #ZoNaSummerFestival event. Theme: Yukata.

Summary: “I think you’re the one who’s lost Nami.”

Nami blinked uncertainly as she stared at the unfamiliar surroundings and a frown appeared on her face.

Where in the world is she? Did she get lost? Whoa!

She’s very sure that this is not the corridor that leads to the room she and Robin are sharing for the night.

For one, she clearly remembers being surrounded with the seemingly endless shoji screens in the area where their sleeping chambers are located.

And there is certainly no open space complete with an exquisite garden and a small pond basking in the silvery glow of the moon anywhere near where she’d come from earlier.

The sound of a souzu’s bamboo hitting the rock reached her ears. Turning towards its direction, she confirmed that this is not where she’s supposed to be.

Yep. She’s lost.

How is that even possible?

She probably made a wrong turn earlier. What she initially thought was a small, humble inn… it was a false impression… the place was humongous.

No wonder those pirate fiends they fought earlier made it their base.

The Straw Hats had docked on this island earlier and the survey group (namely Luffy, Usopp and Chopper) that scouted it cheerfully proclaimed that they saw a local inn in the mountains where they can take a ‘mini-vacation’.

Kami knows how much they need it. They’ve been doing a lot of fighting these past few weeks that its bound to push every single one of them hurtling towards insanity.

As their captain yapped about their ‘vacation time’, they all trudged uphill since said inn is in a high point overlooking a humble village.

When they arrived there, they met face to face with a really unpleasant and vicious pirate crew called the Goldiggers.

Said crew have been terrorizing the area for a month now, raiding and stealing from the townspeople in the village for sport and had made the inn their ‘headquarters’, much to the dismay of the elderly couple who runs it.

They had successfully driven out the outrageous group of ruffians. Poor pirates who haven’t heard of the names: Mugiwara no ichimi, Straw Hat Luffy and Pirate Hunter Zoro for starters.

And much to the delight of Nami, an aging map was left behind as the Goldiggers departed in panic as if the devil himself were on their heels.

That’s when they learned that the other pirate crew’s main objective for staying in the island was to hunt for treasure.

Which the navigator straightaway assigned as tomorrow’s mission… and the others know very well not to contradict.

The elderly couple, who was really thankfully that they’ve driven out the hooligans, offered to accommodate them in the inn for as long as they like… or until they were able to successfully find the treasure (Nami was adamant that they will not leave until they find it and haul it back to the Sunny—log pose locked or not—or heads will roll).

So tomorrow is going to be one heck of an adventure… and she should rest for her to be in tip-top shape for the treasure hunt.

That is… if she can find where their room is.

She felt her head droop sideways involuntarily.

That’s it! She had way too much sake. Not that she’s a light drinker, but they did party raucously and Franky kept shouting ‘kampai’ and they kept drinking toast after toast.

If she was feeling the first brushes of inebriation, then there would be no hope for the rest of her nakama.

Well… except Zoro. She could probably submerge the swordsman in a tub filled with alcohol and he will climb out of it still completely sober and asking for more.

She shivered a bit when a soft breeze blew by. Her wet yukata was clinging to her body tightly and she rubbed her arms a little for warmth. Their hosts had explained that the island is mercilessly hot during the day but it gets cooler once night-time rolls in.

Maybe that impulse to midnight skinny dip in the onsen was a bad idea.

But the steamy water was so tempting. Not to mention it offers a damn spectacular view of the sea—even in the dark of the night—that she can’t help but take the opportunity to submerge herself in it and relax by herself while the rest of her nakama partied and drank themselves to oblivion.

It was refreshing. But the combination of sake and a calming bath was making her lethargic.

She woozily made her way across the wooden floor, forcing herself to find her bearings. But it looks like her brain had already fallen asleep before her.

Thank Kami they had the place all to themselves. She can probably pass out in one of the many empty rooms; the inn had enough to accommodate each Mugiwara after all.

Up ahead she saw one of the shoji doors facing the pond garden was slightly ajar. Moving closer, she decided to peek inside out of curiosity when it slid open completely nearly making her fall on her ass from surprise.

“Eep!”

“Nami?”

The voice unmistakably belonging to their swordsman called her name.

“Zoro?” She queried in return. “You scared the crap out of me!”

The green-haired lad raised an eyebrow at her. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing!” She said with a frown. Then she burst into giggles. “You are lost aren’t you?”

Zoro scowled at her. “No I’m not idiot woman. This is our room.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sharing it with the other morons. But seems like they’re all too drunk to make or crawl their way here.”

She threw back her head and laugh. Zoro’s possibly correct. It was unnervingly silent considering that it was the Mugiwaras who are in the vicinity. The others are probably dead asleep or dead drunk back in the room where they’ve been celebrating.

“So you are not lost?”

A vein popped on Zoro’s forehead. “I think you’re the one who’s lost Nami,” he pointed out. “Your room is on the other side.”

It should’ve been a hilarious moment… Zoro pointing out the correct directions to the navigator… if not for the fact that Nami was just staring dumbly at him.

He sneaked a closer look on her flushed face and realized that she had one too many.

“Oh…” was all she could muster after a few seconds of spacing out. “Why do you have the room with a nice view?”

Zoro did not answer her and clicked his tongue in annoyance. Then he noticed the water droplets making small puddles on the floor.

He scrutinized her thoroughly. “Why are you wet Nami?”

She snickered. “Thought it would be fun for a midnight dip.”

He stared at her disbelievingly. “You’re crazy.”

“Am not! Feels good after all that sake.” She was looking a bit dazed, blinking slowly and groggily.

Zoro sighed. “Come on. Let’s get you out of that.”

“Pervert.”

“OI! Don’t lump me on the same category as ero-cook.”

“You want me naked.”

The green-haired man blushed. “Not for the reasons you’re thinking,” he huffed. “I just don’t want Chopper in my case ok? I’d be getting it if you turn up sick because I let you sleep in that.”

He turned his back on her and marched inside the room. Nami stayed outside watching him, swaying a bit as the mixed effects of sleepiness, alcohol and the hot bath took its toll on her.

“Besides, we still have to look for that treasure of yours tomorrow right?”

Nami smiled widely at that.

“There’s a spare yukata here,” Zoro explained as he went back to her, brows furrowing as he watched her start to fall asleep on her feet. “Use this,” he ordered, offering her a dark green robe. “Might be a little too big for you though.”

“Thanks Zoro,” she smiled sassily at him.

“Hnn...”

“Shiawase punch,” she sing-songed as she untied the belt of her yukata, dropping the robe down the floor.

Zoro blanched as all the blood in his head went somewhere lower as she stood in front of him in all her naked glory.

Damn if that didn’t get him into thinking things he wants to do to her.

“Nami!” He instead hissed through gritted teeth, turning his blind side towards her to avoid seeing more than he should. Even if she was shamelessly flaunting all her assets in front him, he refused to ogle like their resident perverts out of respect, though to be honest, it was really tempting.

Realizing that she was standing outside for all the living souls to see, he pulled her inside while keeping his eye on the floor as she sniggered at his reaction. “What the hell woman! Get in here!”

Sliding the shoji doors shut, he shoved the yukata at her before turning away to compose himself. “Get dressed you crazy witch!”

She had the gall to pout at him. “You’re no fun,” she complained but did what he ordered her, sliding her arms inside the sleeves and wrapping the garment around her. She tied the belt loosely and announced, “I’m charging you for peeking Zoro!”

“The hell you are! You’re the one who undressed suddenly in front of me!” Zoro rubbed a hand on his face out of frustration. She could very well be the death of him.

He will have that image ingrained in his mind and it will not make things easy for him.

“Zoro it’s too big!” Nami complained as she poked at his arm, prodding him to look at her.

He glanced at her warily, carefully, in case she decides to subject him to her happiness punch again.

To his relief, she had donned the garment, but it was slipping down a bit that it gave him a glimpse of her shoulders… and her cleavage.

“Just tie it tightly Nami.”

“Afraid to see me naked?”

“Shut up! And you know what? Just go to sleep ok?”

“You’re such a grouch Zoro.”

“Hey! Gratitude witch. Want me to throw you outside? You can sleep in the pond for all I care!”

“Mmmm…”

She did not answer anymore and just settled down on one of the futons on the floor.

He watched as she burrowed herself on the soft mattress not even bothering with the cover duvet. She lay on her side, facing him, her eyes closed.

Zoro sat down a near her. She was mumbling something about teasing, treasure and tomorrow. He snorted. Typical Nami.

He had planned on drinking some more sake while enjoying the view outside when Nami appeared earlier. Perhaps, he still can. He slid the shoji doors open, taking care not to let too much moonlight in lest it wakes the mapmaker.

And he let himself enjoy the sake, the momentary peace, the view, while observing the orange-haired girl every now and then as she slept.

He ran a hand through his hair. Nami can be a handful. It’s tiring to deal with her that’s why most of the times he tries to stay clear of her. But there are moments when he enjoys her company… if it weren’t twisting his stomach into knots and making his heart beat fast.

Lately, they both seemed to be standing on the same ground of attraction. Both had been tiptoeing on how to handle the mutual affection they’re feeling.

That naked stint of hers is just one of the many ways to confirm what he wouldn’t outright admit.

He casually glanced at her and swallowed. She looked enticing, even more when she’s sleeping this contentedly. Her yukata had ridden up, exposing the soft skin of her thigh. The garment was open just enough to give him a glimpse of her generous cleavage as well as the curves of her breast.

Damn it all. Even sleeping, Nami was still trying to tempt him.

And if he wasn’t a man of discipline, he would have her splayed wide on that futon, moaning his name.

He shook his head and decided to call it a night.

Sliding the shoji doors closed, he covered her up with the duvet before lying down on one of the futons at the other end of the room. Far away from her.

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Zoro woke up to the feeling of warm breath tickling his chest.

His good eye flew wide open when he realized what was causing it.

Someone was cuddled beside him.

He looked down and his eye met with orange hair and it dawned onto him that Nami was now sleeping beside him with an arm draped casually over his waist, her face almost buried in his chest.

What is she doing so close to him? She was three futons away from him and in the other end of the room.

Did he move towards her?

He looked around and saw that he was still in the same place where he decided to lie down earlier.

So that means…

Nami deliberately moved closer to him.

He drew back a little and Nami groaned at the movement.

“Stop wiggling, Zoro. I’m sleeping,” she murmured.

“What are you doing Nami?”

She sleepily looked up to his face, taking in his confused expression.

“I transferred here...”

“Why?!”

“It’s a bit drafty. And you are warm,” she answered dozily. “Now shut up.”

“Nami…”

“What?” She asked irritably. The stared at each other for a few seconds; him—unamused, while she—a bit peeved off at his reaction.

Then she snorted. “You let Momonosuke’s sister snuggle beside you to sleep. What’s the difference if I do it?”

Zoro stared at the top of her head and sighed in exasperation.

“Well for starters, she’s not almost naked beside me,” he pointed out.

Nami gripped the front of his robe. “I am not naked idiot. I’m wearing something.”

“But you are underneath that.”

Silence hovered over them, as Nami glared at him.

“And she’s not making me feel weird,” he admitted.

This time she tilted her head to see his expression much better. “And I do?”

He nodded.

“Is it a good weird or a bad weird?”

Zoro shrugged.

Nami pulled back a little. His answer was really vague and she doesn’t know what to make of it.

Maybe she was reading a bit too much than what is actually there between them.

She was about to push off away from him when his hand went to her nape, stopping her.

His lone, grey eye stared straight into her brown ones. “She’s also not making me want to do this,” he muttered, pressing his lips on hers softly.

And Nami inhaled sharply at the sensation. The hand that was resting on his waist gripped his yukata tightly

Zoro pulled away to study her reaction. She was looking at him with half lidded eyes, her lips slightly parted. He moved his head down to claim her lips again, this time for a much deeper, longer kiss.

Nami smiled against his mouth and he reluctantly pulled away.

“Anything else I make you want to do that she doesn’t?” She asked in a hushed tone

“Yeah,” Zoro answered breathlessly.

“Well what are you waiting for? We’ve got the whole night.”

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