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bad268 · 6 months

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Hey. I love your blog. It's amazing. Is it possible for you to write about actress reader x colby brock. Like they are each others favorite and Sam and colby invite her to one of their investigations. Like in one of her interviews found out that their her favorite YouTubers and colby might ask her on a date?

Thank you so much 💗

Tweets (Colby Brock X Actor! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Sam and Colby & Co.

Requested: Clearly (I had a little too much fun with this one lol)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 1087

Summary: An unearthed tweet leads to shocking revelations (with a best friend's intervention).

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/Colby's insta from November 16, 2023)

It all started with a resurfaced tweet from 2015…

I can’t say it was a lie, but it was before my big break, and I didn't have a manager running my social media accounts 24/7. I was just a normal teenager on Vine with time to kill. And now, I thought it was coming back to haunt me, pun intended.

That was until I received a DM from Colby himself asking me to be a part of their yearly tradition, Hell Week. At first, I was starstruck, but I would have been crazy to decline.

So that’s where we are now: preparing for the Conjuring House. A place of extremes. A place I told myself I would never go to because of how insane it is, yet here I am. And, of course, it’s going to be for a week.

I was invited to Sam and Colby’s place to go over the specifics of the trip. I had just finished filming my latest movie, which was coincidentally being filmed in Las Vegas, so as soon as my scenes were wrapped up, I set off for their house.

By the time I got there, everyone else who was invited was already there. At least, I assumed with the number of cars in the driveway. I was still in stage make-up, but thankfully, I had changed into something more comfortable before I left the set. I grabbed my backpack before jumping out of my car, locking it, and walking up to the door, ringing the doorbell.

Almost immediately, the door is being opened, and I am face to face with Colby. After a beat of us just staring, speechless, at each other, I cleared my throat. I chuckled nervously before saying, “Hi, apologies for being late. Filming ran a little longer than I originally planned. I hope I didn’t hold you all up too long.”

“Nah, don’t even worry about it,” he dismissed quickly as he stepped aside and ushered me inside. “Come in, and I’ll show you where you can put your stuff. You’re staying and going with Sam, Seth, and me to Rhode Island, right?”

“If that’s still alright with you guys,” I replied, walking in step with Colby up the stairs. “I don’t want to impose on your personal spaces. I can go home, just say the word.”

“I would never kick you out,” he laughed, leading me down the hall and stopping just before the end. “Here is your room. There is a bathroom attached. It’s right next to the closet, and if you need anything, my room is right there.” He paused as he pointed to the room at the very end of the hall. “I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night. If you need anything, let me know.”

“I’ll feel bad if it’s the middle of the night, but I will keep that in mind. Thank you,” I replied as I walked in to set my bag down on the vanity. “I’m just going to take my make-up off and meet you guys downstairs if that’s alright.”

“No problem,” he said, “We’ll be in the living room and we’ll either order food later or go out. We’ll see how everyone feels.”

“Ok, cool, thank you!” I said enthusiastically as he left down the hall. I closed the door over as I walked deeper into the room. I grabbed out my micellar water, cotton pads, and hydrater before walking into the ensuite to clean my face. As I set them on the counter, I noticed a piece of paper.

It was a printed screenshot of Twitter. A specific tweet from Colby in 2016 read, “Give me a chance y/n.” The back of the paper had its own handwritten note.

“You have been Colby’s celebrity crush for years. I know you posted a tweet in 2015 asking if he was single, and I don’t know if it was a joke or not. I didn’t show him the tweet, but I can say he’s single now if that tweet is still true. Please just get him to shut up. -Sam”

I chuckled at the note before quickly cleaning my face to head downstairs. Everyone was sitting on the couch or on the floor facing the TV. Everyone except Colby. I glanced around the room, trying to find him, only to see him standing in the kitchen. He was looking through the fridge, so I walked up behind him.

“Can you hand me a water?” I asked, startling him in the process. He jumped up straight, sucking in a quick breath as he snapped around to look at me. “Did I scare you or is that residual energy from the Conjuring House?”

“No, I just…” he trailed off for a second. “Yeah. I wasn’t expecting you down here just yet.”

“Kinda like how you didn’t expect me to see this?” I teased as I pulled the paper out from behind my back. Colby’s eyes grew wide as his jaw dropped. He stammered, trying to come up with a reason behind it, but he could not get a cohesive thought out. “Don’t worry. I’d give you a chance.”

Colby stopped entirely. I could see the gears turning in his mind before he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes, immediately meeting mine as he reached out to take the paper from my hands, setting it on the counter. He held my hands in his as he closed the distance between us.

“Y/n, will you go out with me?” Colby whispered as he bit his lip in nervousness.

“Of course, I will,” I whispered back as a smile spread across both of our faces.

“How about after this meeting we get out of here and do mini golf and dinner?” He offered, leaning his head down to rest our foreheads together.

“I will take you down,” I laughed as I leaned more into his body. “Truth be told, I’m great at mini golf.”

“Okay, lovebirds, we get it,” Sam interrupted from the living room. “We get it.”

“Shush, Sam,” I quipped back as I snapped my head to look at the group on the couch, still holding Colby’s hands. “You’re the one that left the note in my bathroom.”

“Wait, there’s a note?!” Colby shouted as he immediately let go of one of my hands to flip the paper over, reading through the note. “Sam, I told you this in confidence!”

~~~~~

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heartpiratedrabbles · 5 months

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Kids Anger Part 2

Part 1 ~ Part 3 Part 4

Kid X Fem Reader X Killer

It had been a couple of days since you disappeared and life on the Victoria Punk hasn’t felt peace since. Kid angrily stomped through the ship, breaking every door behind him and plenty of holes throughout the walls he passes. It was a stupid fucken fight. Kid was angry, he was pissed, He’d teach you a lesson about running away after he found you. He’d make sure you’d never be able to leave him again.

Killer on the other hand had been the one actually handling the crew and ship, trailing behind his awestruck lover. He was anxious after not seeing you, and unlike Kid had noticed you were injured from the beginning. But he had thought, even with your hot headedness, that you’d treat yourself before doing anything stupid. The only evidence of you ‘dressing’ the wound was a bloodied shirt you had left behind, no medical supplies were taken.

Heat approached Killer, avoiding the irrational captain, “We should make landfall in a couple hours.” Killer knew what this meant, the Vivre card he had handed heat to help track you down must’ve pointed towards to island. And if you were further, well they’d need to stock up on supplies before continuing, not to mention fix some damage to the haul that they barely fixed after the battle with the marines.

“When we get there, we’ll go our separate ways, you get everything ready to depart as soon as possible,” Killer said gesturing down the hallway to where Kid had stormed off too. It should hopefully only be a matter of time now.

“The island has a military base on it” Heat says while handing the blonde the vivre card back, Killer stops a bit. He looks at the card and notices it’s gotten smaller, the edges seemingly burnt and his stomach drops.

“Get us there as fast as possible Heat” Killer makes quick steps to get to Kid, his trail of destruction leading the first mate to his workshop. He practically kicks the door open, ignoring the red head’s anger boiling over. Before Kid can get any real words out Killer lands a punch on him, “Get your fucken head out of your ass.” Holding up the vivre card Kid stares at it a bit more.

“She’s the one that ran away” Holding onto his hateful pride still in the end, “If she dies that’ because she can’t protect herself.” Kid lets out a huff only to be met with another punch.

“You’re the one that told her to leave Kid.” Killer kicked his captain. He was beyond pissed, “We’re breaching land soon.”

~~~

You woke up in a dark cell, a chain around your ankle. After you had passed out on the row boats a backup battalion of Marines found you and captured you. They had blamed the entire incident on you and have tortured you for any information pertaining to your previous captain for a lighter sentence.

You lay there, too tired to even sit up. The only thing you’ve had to eat since you left the ship was a moldy piece of bread and some water. The whip marks on your back ached and the wound in your shoulder has long since turned into an infection.

The guards had mentioned your execution coming up and how you were stupid for not ratting out Kid to survive. You let your mind wander, thinking about how Kid would take up the entire bed by stretching out, or how what little room was left, was then taken up by how big Killer was. You missed snuggling in between them, in the crevices left between their bodies. It certainly would be more comfortable than this floor.

You wonder if they are even worried about you. You’re sure Killer had a couple of words for Kid but it didn’t seem like he went after you either. You hear a jingle of Keys come closer and a loud kick against the bars jerk your eyes open.

“Y/N, if you just give us some information we won’t execute you. In fact we’d be willing to ship you off to the West Blue and let ya live your life” The commander of the base stared down at you through the bars snickering at your predicament. “You’re gonna need some treatment if you want to survive… If you don’t want to tell me anything now you could, always offer something else.”

You watch as he unlocks the door and walks in, crouching down next to you, picking up your chin with one of his hands. He starts leaning in but before he can get any closer you spit in his face, “I’d rather die miserably than stoop to your level.” The man punches you before standing up.

“Face it y/n, the Kid Pirates sacrificed you. You’re nothing to them,” He stares down at you, placing a foot on your infected shoulder, putting slight pressure on it, smirking as he sees the pain in your eyes.

You gasp, gritting your teeth, “Just kill me already. I won’t tell you anything.” The man glares down at you. He kicks you in the stomach before leaving again. You hear the walls around you become silent as he leaves. Seeing black spots in your eyes you allow yourself to pass out.

~~~

Kid and Killer were making a mess of the marine base, only stopping to take a breath after getting lost inside the building. When they got to the island, they had heard about an upcoming execution for one of the Kid Pirates and knew they were close to finding you.

“Where do they keep coming from?” Kid yells while punching another marine straight into the ground, “Can’t the fuckers lay off for a second.”

“We’re in this mess because of you” Killer grunt, slashing one out of the way. He grabs your vivre from his pocket, growing increasingly concerned at the smaller its getting. Kid grumbles before running in the direction the card shifted.

~~~

You awaken to a loud thud of the door and groan; you didn’t have the energy to deal with him anymore. You didn't have energy anymore, you just want to sleep. You’re back towards the cell doors and with as much strength as you can muster, “I’m- Not. Talking,” You have to breathe a bit between each word, every movement more painful than the last, “Just kill me already.” You don’t hear anything behind you. You didn’t like this silence of being watched and slowly glance over your shoulder. To your surprise, you see Kid stunned silent, “That’s a first,” You mutter before letting yourself relax for the first time in days, your body falling limp.

~~~

Kid finally managed his way to the cell block and surprisingly there were no guards around, must’ve taken care of them already, The onslaught of bodies behind him was a testament to how determined he was. He glanced back at Killer who was still taking care of a few guards and decided to run ahead.

He broke open the door, slamming it open. There in front of Kid is what he can only assume to be a dead body, the deep gashes along the back only adding context to how the ground was so severely stained red. Kid takes a couple of steps forward when he hears you talk, his breath hitches and he can’t seem to move anymore. What did they do to you? He watches as you slowly turn your head to face him and he can only watch as you put on a smile to him and weakly say, “That’s a first,” before going limp, lying flat on your back.

#kid x reader x killer #one piece #kid #killer #angst #part 2

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eleventhdoctorsangel · 8 months

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Never wanted you to hate me

I’ve spent most of my life with the pirate hunter known as Roronoa Zoro. I owe him with my life. He saved me. Ever since then I’ve been helping him. I often will get used as bait to help with the latest bounty Zoro is hunting. But never am I ever at risk of any harm. Zoro always makes sure of that. There been a few times where he actually came close to killing a few guys that he wasn’t hunting because they either touched me or hurt me.

Now we got roped into helping this kid who is very determined on becoming king of the pirates and finding the one piece. Both Zoro and I were trying to rest while Nami was still working on getting the safe open. Unlike Luffy we are giving her space and quiet to work. We have a bet going to see how long it is before she throws him overboard. Finally I heard the sound of it clicking open. I could hear Zoro getting up. “Let me know if there is anything interesting enough for me to get up will you please.” I said. “Or I can drag you.” Zoro said. “Yeah you and I both know that you won’t.” I said. “Whatever.” Zoro said as he squeezed my hips making me laugh a little. “Hate you.” I said. “No you don’t.” Zoro said. “The night is not over yet.” I said.

I could hear Nami let out a frustration sigh. What did Luffy do now. I sat up to the three of them walking in. “The seas are divided into four quadrants. East blue, North blue, West, South. This strip of land that circles the globe is called the red line and this band across is the grand line. A treacherous stretch of ocean with bigger islands, bigger cities, bigger pirates. Flush with riches and ripe for the picking.” Nami said. “And that’s where we’re going to find the one piece.” Luffy said. “I’ve taken out a lot of pirates looking for that thing. What is it? Like a big diamond or something?” Zoro said. “It’s Gold Roger’s treasure. He hid it somewhere in the grand line. All in one piece.” Luffy said. “If you believe the story. I could say the same thing without proof you’re just going off a story.” I said. “See she gets it. It’s a myth. The reason no one’s found it in 22 years is that it doesn’t exist.” Nami said. “Can’t wait to see the look on the two of yours faces when we find it.” Luffy said. “Alright if we find it I’ll eat your hat.” I said. The look on Luffy’s face was priceless. “Kidding. I know that hat means a lot to you.” I said as an explosion went off causing me to jump a little. “Is that the marines?” Zoro asked. “How did they find us?” Nami asked. We all walked out to see a red cloud above us. “This smoke smells weird.” Luffy said. As I started to breathe in the smoke I started to get lightheaded. I leaned against the side of the ship. I fell to my knees then it all went black.

No one’s POV

The smoke was clean as the pirate clown buggy and the crew of freaks climbed onto the small ship. Three of the four people were outside while the fourth was inside. Two males and two females. Buggy walked over to one of the girls. She was laying on her side some of her hair was covering her face. Buggy bent down and gently brushed the hair from her face. “You want us to put her with the others?” One of the crew members asked. “No I have a special role for her. No one is allowed to harm her if any of you so as much pluck a hair from her head even if it’s by accident you’re dead.” Buggy said as he picked up the girl from the ground and started to carry her off the ship. He carried her onto his ship taking her to his living quarters and gently laid her down on his bed.

Buggy went to grab a special outfit that he had been saving. He went to get a female crew member to get her changed. He could be a monster but he’s not that much of a monster. But he did stand outside of the room to make sure that none of the other male crew members tried to look. It was only a few minutes later that the female crew member left. He walked back into his room and over to the girl. “I have to admit that this outfit looks cuter on you than I thought it would have.” Buggy said tracing a hand down the side of her face.

End of No One’s POV

I could feel someone poking me. “Come on now wakey wakey.” The voice said. “Luffy stop poking me.” I said swatting the hand away. “Sorry but I’m not Luffy. Now come on and open your eyes I would like to see what color eyes you have.” The voice said. I groan as I moved my head away. “Come on now I don’t want to have to get mad but I will if you don’t open your eyes.” The voice said. I opened my eyes to see a clown holding me close to him I let out a gasp as I tried to get away but he held on to my upper arms in a very tight grip. “Now don’t you have some beautiful eyes.” He said grabbing me by the chin. I looked around for the others but I couldn’t see them. “Looking for your friends. Don’t worry you’re see them in a few minutes. I just decided that you should have a special role in todays show.” He said. “If you hurt me my friend will kill you.” I said. Which only made him laugh. “Kill me. Your friend can try but they will be the one who ends up dead.” He said. At the same time I started to hear circus music. “Come on now the fans await.” He said as he started to pull me with him.

That when I glanced down and saw that I wasn’t wearing my normal clothes but now a revealing circus outfit. With this guy and how handys he’s being if Zoro gets one look at him Zoro will kill this guy if they didn’t take Zoro swords from him. I could hear the crowd yelling but it sounded off. Like they were being forced to. “Great they messed this up again. I wanted you’re first introduction to go perfect.” He said. I just forced a smile as he pulled me along with him. “No. No, no, no, no. Stop clapping! No.” He said as we started to walk in the ring. I was focusing on trying not to trip with how much my legs were shaking. “It’s all wrong.” He said stepping in the ring using one arm to pick me up by the waist. I look around to see if I could see the others and thankfully I finally could. Just like I guessed I could see the rage in Zoros eyes. Both Nami and Luffy had to put their arms out to keep Zoro from storming over. I shook my head slightly at him to let him know that now wasn’t the best time to attack. “The spotlight was late. You completely missed our entrance.” He said as he motioned for the spotlight to be put on us. It was very quickly put on us. “And where oh where was the dancing lion?” He asked as we walked over to a guy in a lion costume. Which made the guy look away in fear. “Hey I know you. I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town. You’re the clown guy. Um uh binky right?” Luff said. “Buggy. Buggy the clown. Buggy the flashy fool. Buggy the genius jester.” Buggy said as pulled me along closer to the others. “Wow. You have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the east blue knows who you are.” Luffy said. I heard everyone gasp and the hold he had on me was let go. “What did you just say?” Buggy asked. “Just that everyone knows who you are.” Luffy said again.

Buggy rushed over to Luffy grabbing him by the face. “Nose! Are you making fun of my nose?” Buggy asked. “Well I wasn’t. But now that you mention it is that thing for real?” Luffy said as he raised a hand to touch Buggy’s nose. Which Buggy was quick to slap away. “What’s real is I’ve been scheming for months to steal that map from old axe hand moron.” Buggy said pushing Luffy away. He looked to Nami to see if she caught his joke. “Only to find out that I was upstaged by four little nobodies who stole it from right under my no. No! It’s in my head now.” Buggy said letting out a groan. I put my hand to my mouth trying not to laugh. “Hey! I’m not a nobody. I’m Monkey D Luffy. And I will be king of the pirates.” Luffy said. Which made Buggy start to laugh. “Oh! Now that’s funny.” Buggy said. Which made the crowd nervous laugh again but Buggy motioned them to stop. “My bounty poster graces the marquee of every marine outpost for miles. And my menagerie of outcasts and freaks is the most dreaded pirate crew the east blue has ever known.. Expect her. I hope you don’t mind if I take her off your hands because I would like to keep her. I am destined to find the one piece. And when I do. I will be king and she will be my queen.” Buggy said as he looked at me. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I looked over to the others. “No you wont cause I’m gonna find it first.” Luffy said. “You? Don’t make me laugh.” Buggy said. The crowd started to laugh. “I said don’t make me laugh!” Buggy said as he turned to look at them. “Alright listen up. I’m Roronoa Zoro. Drop your weapons now, give me the girl back and I may let you live.” Zoro said as he walked closer to Buggy. Which then made Buggy grab me pulling me into him laughing. “Ladies and gentlemen we have a celebrity in our midst. Too bad I hate sharing the spotlight.” Buggy said putting his chin on my shoulder. As again the spotlight was put back on the two of us. “Now maybe we should skip right to the finale.” Buggy said pulling out four knives holding them close to my face. I tried to get away but that only worsen his grip. “My freaks put quite a bit of rehearsal time into this little abduction. And if I can’t reward them with that map I supposed I’ll have to offer them a pound of flesh instead.” Buggy said. I started to think about what he just said. I knew that the pound of flesh wouldn’t come from me since he seems dead set on keeping me.

That’s when Nami stepped up. “Wait. Wait. What if I have something else to offer you? Something more valuable than the map? What if I give you a new freak for your crew? A rare talent. The most spectacular act in all the East Blue. Beside you of course.” Nami said. “Go on.” Buggy said. Nami quickly yanked off Luffy hat throwing high in the air. Which made Luffy stretch his arm to grab it. But as Buggy was distracted his grip on me was loosened. I took that as my chance to try to get away. I tried to run to Zoro but Buggy caught my wrist pulling me back to him. “Try that again sweetheart and I’m afraid I might have to hurt.” Buggy said. “You touch her and I will kill you where you stand.” Zoro said. Buggy looked at him and laughed as he dragged me away.

“Now if I let you go do you promise to behave.” Buggy said. “Yes I promise.” I said. “Good girl.” Buggy said pinching my cheek. Buggy pulled an orange from his pocket and started peeling it with one of the knives and started to eat it. Two members of his crew dragged Nami back as she tried to escape by revealing Luffy’s powers. “What did you do to their town? You destroyed everything!” Nami said. “Not everything. I let ‘em keep their hands.” Buggy said. As the crowd clapped. “Okay. Here end the theatrics. I know one of you three has my map and I’m gonna get it back. What was it you said rubber boy? That it was in a safe place? Don’t look so surprised. I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere. So please make our guest uncomfortable in the green room.” Buggy said. I watched as Zoro and Nami were dragged away but Luffy wasn’t. “I am gonna have a chat with my stretchy new pal.” Buggy said laughing. Luffy looked over to me. “Don’t look at her. She’s not part of your crew anymore now is she.” Buggy said. “I just want to know if she is okay.” Luffy said. “She’s fine aren’t you sweetheart.” Buggy said. “I want to hear it from her.” Luffy said. I was honestly scared to answer what if Buggy hurts me if I do. I looked over to Buggy who smiled. “Well aren’t you a good girl. Looking to you’re future king for approver to answer. Go ahead.” Buggy said. “I’m okay Luffy they or Buggy haven’t hurt me.” I said. “See I told you she was fine. Now where were we.” Buggy said.

I watched as they put Luffy on a rack and made a poor town person stretch Luffy out. The more Luffy was stretched out he began to scream laugh. I wonder how far he could actually stretch guess I might find out. “I want you to think of this like an artistic exercise because pain leads to art. And art reveals truth. But there’s only one truth I need from this exercise. Where is my map.” Buggy asked as he walked over to Luffy. “Truthfully? I’m.. I’m kind of hungry. Don’t circuses have cotton candy?” Luffy asked. I let out a sigh. Not the time Luffy. Buggy laughed then let out a groan. “What could you possibly need that map for anyways? You won’t last five minutes in the grand line.” Buggy said. “I already told you. I’m gonna be king of the pir.” Luffy said. “Boring! Let’s go another ten feet.” Buggy said. The town person did as he was told. “You can stretch me all you want. I can do this all day.” Luffy said. “I’m not asking the right questions. We need to go deeper get you out of your comfort zone. What makes a boy want to grow up to be King of the pirates? Who are you trying to impress? A lost love? An absent parent? Or was it someone that you worshiped? A false idol. That’s it.” Buggy said and yanked off Luffy hat. “Hey give me back my hat!” Luffy yelled. Buggy walked over and placed Luffy hat on my head. I could see Luffy relax a little since I was now wearing his hat. “I used to know a pirate that wore a hat just like this. Red haired Shanks.” Buggy said. “You knew Shank’s?” Luffy asked. “Ginger? Three scars left eye?” Buggy asked motioning to his left eye. So they both knew the same guy. “We served together on a pirate crew when we were about your age. For a time I even thought we were friends. Until he betrayed me. Just like all the others. He wanted to keep ME out of the spotlight! He wanted to keep my star from shining too brightly! Is that what he did to you rubber boy? Did shanks betray you too?” Buggy said. “Don’t talk about him that way.” Luffy said. “Ah. Now we are finally getting to the truth. Stretch him until he breaks.” Buggy said. “Please don’t make me do this.” The town person begged. “I invite you to take part in the splendor that is my show and this is how you repay me? With a no?” Buggy said. “You’ve destroyed our town. Made us your prisoners. Isn’t that enough?” The town person said. “Well maybe you’d prefer it If I threw one of your constituents on the rank instead.” Buggy said as he walked to the crowd. No no no. Quick think of something. “Wait!” I yelled. Which made Buggy stopped. “Yes.” Buggy said as he looked at me. “Pirates like to claim their treasure right?” I said. “Go on.” Buggy said putting a hand under his chin. “You said yourself that I belong to you now therefor I’m technically your treasure right. Don’t you have to claim me so no one else can take me away from you.” I said. “I like were this is going.” Buggy said. “Then do it right now. Carve your initial on me. If I don’t make a sound then you have to promise that you won’t have any of these towns people. But if I do.” I said but couldn’t finished the last sentence. Buggy seemed to think about it for a minute. “Alright fine I agree to your terms now come here.” Buggy said motioning for me to come to him. “Y/n don’t.” Luffy said. “Shut up!” Buggy said. “It’s okay Luffy.” I said as I walked over to Buggy.

When I got over to Buggy he pulled out a knife and started lightly tracing it around my body. “Where oh where should I leave my initial. Oh I know.” Buggy has he moved the knife to my upper right breast. But before he started he kiss me right there. “Now remember sweetheart not a sound because if you don’t someone is about to get tall fast.” Buggy said. “Just do it.” I said. As Buggy carved his initial on me I bit my lip to stop me from crying out in pain. If we get out of this Zoro will definitely make his death a slow and painful one. It only took a couple of minutes before Buggy was done. “Well well sweetheart you managed to do it. But how about next I claim you in a different way.” Buggy said he put a cloth on the wound to prevent blood from getting on the outfit then putting an arm around my waist pulling me into him. “Boogie I’m warning you.” Luffy said. “It’s Buggy! And you’re warning me? Now that’s a laugh. I said that’s a laugh.” Buggy said. As the crowd forced a laugh. Then Luffy managed to free himself. As Luffy got up he glared at Buggy. “Put her down.” Luffy said. “But why? She’s having such great time. Aren’t you sweetheart?” Buggy said grabbing my face. But what he did next shocked and scared me. He kissed me on the lips. It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away. “Yes. The best Buggy. I never want to leave you Buggy.” Buggy said trying to inmate my voice. The Luffy stretched back his arm. “Gum Gum pistol!” Luffy yelled and punched off Buggy’s head. I let out a terrified scream as I could see that there was no blood and worst of all Buggy’s body was still moving. Buggy’s head landed on a woman’s lap in the crowd which caused more screaming. “Hi. Well well well looks like we have something else in common.” Buggy said as his head returned back to his body. “You ate a devils fruit?” Luffy asked. “The chop chop fruit. So you can slice me and you dice me but I’ll always put myself back together again.” Buggy said as he stripped himself of the coat he wearing. He gently put it around my shoulders. Then I watched as he chopped himself into six different pieces then went back to normal. “Want to see what else I can do?” Buggy asked as he made a motion to his hand. His hand was gone but it tapped Luffy on the shoulder squeezing another bomb like thing that the same kind of smoke from earlier came out. His detached hand punched Luffy in the face and flipped him off. “Luffy.” I said as I tried to rush to his side but Buggy stopped me. “I don’t think so sweetheart. My crew will take care of him.” Buggy said. “What are you going to do to him?” I asked. “I’m going to put him in my tank of doom.” Buggy said.

*Meanwhile with Zoro and Nami*

“So are you and her together?” Nami asked as she was working on picking the lock on the cage she was being kept in. “No we’re not. We’re not together like that.” Zoro said. “Then what’s the deal between you two. I mean I saw the way you acted when we saw that clown had his hands on her. You were ready to kill him on sight. You might say you don’t care about her but your actions when she’s in danger say a different story.” Nami said. “I never said I don’t care about her. Don’t ever say I don’t care about her again. Just because I don’t care about her in that way doesn’t mean I will never care about her.” Zoro said. “Alright fine geez. Then what’s the story between you two?” Nami said. “She reminds me of a friend I used to know. I couldn’t save or protect my friend back then but I can do that for her.” Zoro said. “That surprisely sweet coming from you.” Nami said. “Shut up.” Zoro said. Right then the two of them heard a terrified scream coming from Y/n. Which made Zoro immediately went back to trying to break the ropes. “Hurry the hell up now.” Zoro said. “Yeah.” Nami said as she started to work quicker and picking the lock.

*Back to Y/n*

I watched as Luffy was put in a tank as water slowly filled the tank then I saw seaweed. “Is this seawater?” I asked. “Why yes it is sweetheart. You see if you eat a devil’s fruit you might gain a power like yours truly and rubber boy here but just a few splashes of seawater will take that all of that away.” Buggy said. “Oh.” I said. Come on Luffy wake back up please. I don’t want to deal with him by myself. Yes the towns people are still watching but what if he tries something their too afraid of him to stop him and I don’t know where Zoro and Nami were taken to or if anything happened to them. But I could feel him looking at me. “What?” I asked as I looked to the ground. “You’re scared of me aren’t you sweetheart.” Buggy said. “I’m not scared of you.” I said. “Then how come you won’t look at me.” Buggy said. “You kidnapped me and my friends, you destroyed these people’s town and you’re now holding them against their will. You hurt Luffy. I don’t know what you’re doing to Zoro and Nami they could be dead for all I know.” I said. “Well their not dead.” Buggy said. “How can I believe you. I haven’t got any proof that you would tell me the truth.” I said. “But you did forget to mention that.” Buggy said motioning to where the cloth was. “I did that because I didn’t want you to hurt anyone.” I said. Then I could see Luffy start to wake up. “Looks like Luffy is waking up.” I said. Buggy kissed the side of my head but I couldn’t help but smile just a little. “Do my eyes deceive me or did I see a little smile.” Buggy said. “Just go.” I said but Buggy took Luffy hat off my head taking it with him. I watched as Luffy tried to break the glass but failed. “Don’t bother. It’s seawater. Hardly seems fair. All those wonderful powers rendered useless from a few splashes. Of course you could always give me my map. If you don’t want to die alone in this tank.” Buggy said walking over to the tank and kneeled in front of it. “My crew.” Luffy said. “Your crew? You means the ones that abandoned you? Just like Shanks did. I did that make you sad?” Buggy said. “They will come back for us.” Luffy said as he looked at me. “No one’s coming for you. I already made myself clear about her. She stays with me. Your only chance is to turn over that map and if you do I may have a very special place on my crew just for you. Think about how happy she’ll be to at least have someone she already knows and she won’t have to be around all new people. Ain’t that right sweetheart.” Buggy said tossing Luffy’s hat to the side. I watched as Luffy struggled to get up as Buggy copied his movement. “Never.” Luffy said. “Why not!” Buggy yelled and hit the tank then grabbed his hand in pain. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Which made Buggy glare at me. I just smirked and flipped him off. “You’re an outcast just like the rest of us. A freak, scorned and abandoned! Join me and you can serve the man who will become the king of the pirates. When I have that map I will find the one piece and then everyone will know my name. And they’ll love me.” Buggy said but he at end he looked at me. “You can’t make people or her love you. Just like you can’t make them smile. I’ll never give you that map.” Luffy said. “Well then I guess it’s curtains for you.” Buggy said walking back over to the tank. “No wait Buggy please don’t.” I said standing in front of him. “I’m getting sick of you interfering in my show.” Buggy said as he roughly pushed me away. I landed on my side roughly making me cry out in pain. I looked and saw more water pouring into the tank at a faster rate.

Buggy walked away from the tank and went to pick up Luffy hat pulling a piece of straw from it. “Don’t touch my hat!” Luffy yelled. “What was that? I. I couldn’t hear you over all the drowning.” Buggy said. I slowly got up as I did my side started to hurt. I now saw that Luffy was under the water now. “You want out? You know the price you have to pay.” Buggy said. Luffy smiled and tapped on the glass. I turned around and saw Nami as she threw her staff towards the tank making it crack. If she was okay then Zoro is too then we can leave and I will never have to see Buggy again. The tank started to break more as Buggy looked around. “Where are my freaks!” Buggy said. Then I saw Zoro. “They’re not coming.” Zoro said. “Zoro.” I said as I ran towards him but I felt a hand grab me pulling me back. This fucking clown. “Did I say you can leave me.” Buggy said roughly yanking me around. “I don’t fucking care. I don’t want to spend a single fucking second longer near you.” I said fighting his grip. I heard the glass break and went the amount of water that came from the tank it knocked both of us off our feet. But it was seawater so it should have the same effect on Buggy.

Buggy’s grip on me loosened enough for me to get away from him. I look to see Luffy coughing up the map. I had to grabbed it before Buggy. I got up and rushed over grabbing it. But I was yanked to the ground and Buggy climbed on top of me. “Thanks sweetheart. Because you got me my map I can forgive that little outburst of yours.” Buggy said as he took the map from me. “Screw you.” I said. “Well since your friend is back to watch that sounds like a great idea.” Buggy said pulling me up from the ground. Buggy looked between me and the map laughing and then buried his face in my neck. Both Nami and Zoro walked towards us. “You want a piece of me? Let’s see what you got. You better move sweetheart I would hate for you to get hurt.” Buggy said as he let me go. I rushed over to Luffy. “Are you okay?” I asked as I helped him up. “I’ll be fine. What about you?” Luffy asked. “I just want to leave and never have to see this clown again.” I said. “No.” Luffy said quietly. I looked to see Nami and Zoro being knocked to the side as Buggy put himself back together looking towards the two of us as Luffy pushed me behind him. “Ah. Would you look at that? Somebody escaped my tank of doom. Well I’ll be back to finish you off. Right after I tear apart your sad excuse for a crew.” Buggy said laughing. “You can dump seawater on me and I’ll let it slide. But don’t you ever threaten or hurt my friends” Luffy said as he punched Buggy in the stomach causing a piece to fly off then return making Buggy wink at us. “I’ll find the map can you handle him.” I whispered to Luffy. “Go.” Luffy whispered back. I slowly made my way out from behind him as Buggy pulled out knives. “So you want die first? Be my guest.” Buggy said as he pulled himself apart. I got down until I was out of danger. “Chop chop cannon!” Buggy yelled as the pieces started to fly towards Luffy. I started to quickly look around for the map. “Hey.” A voice said quietly. I looked to see a boy point just off to the side at the map. “Thanks kid.” I said rushing over to grab it. “Nami! The crates!” Luffy yelled. I ran to the other side of the ring helping trap pieces of Buggy in crates. I smiled when I saw Zoro stab pieces of Buggy.

With help from Nami all that was left of Buggy was his feet, hands and his head. “What have you done to me?” Buggy asked. “Cut you down to size.” Luffy said. Honestly Buggy really looked funny. “The one piece will never be yours. You’re just a sad lonely little boy wearing another man’s hat!” Buggy said. “I know exactly who I am. I’m Monkey D. Luffy. And I’m going to be king of the pirates.” Luffy said stretching both arms back. I couldn’t help but smile. “Gum Gum.” Luffy yelled. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! No no no! Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait” Buggy yelled. “Bazooka!” Luffy yelled launching the rest of Buggy out of the big top.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I ran over and hugged Luffy. Luffy hugged me back. “Found the map.” I said as I handed it to him as Nami and Zoro walked over to us. I pretty much launched myself into Zoro arms as he held me close to him. “Are you okay?” Zoro said into my ear. “I will be.” I said. “Let’s get out of this clown show.” Zoro said as he let me go and started to walk me out. But stopped when Luffy put a hand on his shoulder. “Still one more thing we have to do.” Luffy said as we looked to the towns people. We start to get the people unchained. After I unchained the boy that pointed out the map he hugged me. I smiled and hugged him back.

As a thank you from preventing Buggy from harming them they managed to find me a changed of clothes so I didn’t have to wear the outfit that Buggy had me wear. They also tried to give us a little food but Luffy refused to take it. I was the first one to go back to the ship as started getting things ready to leave. I waved back to the towns people as we sailed away. I knew I should talk with Zoro about what happened to me but I wasn’t sure if I was ready yet. I sat near the front of the ship as I watched Nami fix Luffy hat. “Almost finished.” Nami said. Then she hands him his hat back. “You fixed it. Thanks.” Luffy said with a smile. “Well you said it was your treasure right?” Nami said then walked away. “Is every day gonna be this crazy with you?” Zoro asked. “Shanks always said that if the path to what you want seems too easy then you’re on the wrong path.” Luffy said. “I really like that.” I said. “This shanks guy sounds all right.” Zoro said. Luffy came over to stand on the railing of the front of the ship. “Next stop the grand line.” Luffy said as he pointed out to the open sea. I smiled as I shook my head. Zoro motioned me to come over to him. “Wish me luck Luffy.” I said as I got up. “He’s not mad with you if that’s what you’re thinking he was just really worried about you.” Luffy said. I smiled then walked over to Zoro sitting next to him.

“What to tell me how you got that.” Zoro said. “You saw that?” I asked. Zoro nodded. “He wanted to hurt one of the towns people I wasn’t going to let him do that. They were innocent Zoro. I know that you might have been okay with something like that but I’m not like you. I rather it be me that got hurt before one of them.” I said. “It was still a very stupid thing for you to do.” Zoro said. “He kissed me too.” I said. “I’m definitely killing that fucking clown next time I see him.” Zoro said. I laughed and put my head on his shoulder. “Did you he do anything else to you. I heard you scream.” Zoro said. “Oh that was when we saw that he has similar powers to Luffy. He punched off his head while he still had a grip on me but I didn’t get hurt.” I said. “Not going to lie it was creepy seeing it for the first time. Anything else?” Zoro said. I bit my lip as tears filled my eyes. “What is it? You know that what ever it is that I will never be upset or angry at you.” Zoro said. “I know. After he craved his initial on me he said wanted to claim me in that way.” I said as could feel him tense up. Then he went quiet. “Please don’t go quiet on me. You know I hate when you do that.” I said as I picked my head up to look at him. “I promise to you that next time we see that clown I will kill him.” Zoro said. I threw my arms around his shoulders as I buried my face in next as I started to cry. “It’s okay I got you. You’re safe.” Zoro said as he held me close to him holding me as I cried.

For the rest of the day Zoro didn’t want me to leave his sight even though we on the ship and couldn’t really go anywhere. “You should try to get some rest.” Zoro said. “I’m okay right now.” I said. “I wasn’t asking.” Zoro said. “Alright fine I’m going.” I said as I got up going inside laying down. I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep. I tossed and turned for what seems like forever before I finally managed to fall asleep.

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I think Harvey would be thw type of person who makes love specially when he’s feeling sad. Like he needs comfort and to be as close to his s/o as possible, fingers intertwined and all that nice shit. How do you think reader would comfort him after he had a discussion with someone of his family?

{Oh, My Human Heart} Harvey Specter x Reader

So my mind went to [SEASON 8 EPISODE 5 SPOILER WARNING] where Harvey went up to Boston to defend his brother against his wife's divorce. That shit crushed my soul man, so this is based on that! Enjoy!! Title is a lyric from this song.

Word Count: 3,191

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, smut, Season 8 Episode 5 Spoilers

Summary: When Harvey returned home from visiting his brother unexpectedly, there is an obvious weight to his shoulders as he slumps inside. And it’s your mission to find out what it is and wipe it from his memory.

Tagging: @kjbg-fantasymoon (your request is next babes <3)

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The door slammed. Hard. Concerningly hard.

“Harvey?” You shouted out into the kitchen, taking off the towel from your shoulder and set it on the counter. No one responded. Worry coursed through you, and you grabbed the knife from the cutting board. Just in case.

Your husband rounded the corner and you jumped, but let the fear drain from your held breath and set the knife down. “Jesus Harvy, you could’ve… hey, what are you doing back here?”

Harvey looked indecipherably pissed. He had hard creases in his face and his lips pressed in that flat line that meant someone was about to see that side of him that meant he was gonna raise hell. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and he let his hands fall to his sides.

“Okay, okay come sit, love,” You reached for him and guided him to the island. “Do you want to talk about it? A distraction? To be left the hell alone?”

That communication strategy had worked wonders when Harvey came home from a lethal case. All the details you knew about this one involved his brother and a divorce from his wife. It had already shattered Harvey’s heart to hear they were splitting up, but this was… this was rage. Raw fury.

“I am going to open my mouth and let the floodgates go with it, and I just need you to try and make sense of it. Because for reasons only known by Jesus-fucking-Christ himself can this be possible.”

You just nodded, letting Harvey take some deep breaths. You noticed his hands were shaking. He was shaking. What the fuck happened in Boston?

“Marcus called me up there to represent him for his divorce,” Harvey started, thumbs in his eyes. “He told me that it was because she had an affair. I was ready to go kick down her door and take their kids away myself. Turns out, he lied to me. She was divorcing him because he started gambling again and he told Haley not to tell Katie.”

Your blood ran cold, all remorse leaving your body for Marcus. How could he fucking do that?

“So, tell me this Yn. Why would my own god damn brother, who I spent my money on to build him a dream restaurant, lie to my fucking face? Not once. Not twice. Four times. Four opportunities he had to tell me and he waited till the last fucking second. I-I can’t even begin to describe how sick it makes me feel to have Haley be put in that position.”

“It is wildly unfair for her, and for their son,” you felt awful for them. They were the sweetest kids and didn’t deserve to have that weight on their shoulders.

“I mean, was he not apart of the fucking family when mom did that to me? Did he suddenly just show up on our doorstep one night looking for a place to sleep like a stray cat? No, he didn’t. He’s my fucking brother. He was there when mom did it to me. And he saw what it did to our family. What it did to me. He was the one trying to fix our fucking fucked up family. To piece it together after the fall out and he expects me to do the same when he did the one thing worse than practically fucking cheating on her.”

“Harvey I think that's a little-”

“Now he’s destroying his own life. No, not even destroying, destroyed. He has ruined all chances of working things out between him and Katie and honestly, I can’t be fucking bothered to watch it crumble to the ground. And the worst part of it is he had the audacity to ask me to win this case. He doesn’t deserve to win let alone ask me. What a selfish, lying son of a bitch-”

“Harvey,” you placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him from walking away. He had been moving around animatedly, now up out of his seat and waving around. “Take a deep breath. Please.”

He did.

“Good,” You smiled softly.

He took another. And another. “Sorry… just- sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You came and stood in front of him, hands flat on his chest. “Let’s go and get you changed and we can keep talking through it. If you’d like.”

Though Harvey’s eyes were harsh, that anger wasn’t directed at you. You’ve dealt with him like this on more than one occasion, and you’ve learned to recognize the difference. He didn’t dare look at you the way he is now.

After taking his hand and leading him up stairs, you took your time undressing him so he could be more comfortable. Once upon a time he had told you that the feeling of your hands on him could make him forget anything and everything. It was only in your best interest to do that for him now. To calm him so he could see the full picture.

Starting with his tie, you walked to the closet and hung it up in the empty space from where you picked it out this morning. Much the same with the jacket, tossing his still crisp white-shirt in the laundry. He handed you his belt and shoes, and while you put them away, he took off his dress pants and put on sweats by the time you came back.

“Better?” You asked, placing his hands across your middle.

He smiled, “Better.”

Harvey was still sitting, but he rested his forehead against your stomach, just breathing. With calm hands you massaged his scalp and neck, his shoulders and arms. It was important to give Harvey his space at times like this, letting him speak when he wanted. Otherwise he’d just get defensive and shut down. That was not beneficial to either of you.

“I’m so fucking mad at Marcus, Yn.”

“I know, my love. I know,” You spoke softly, kissing the top of his head. “So am I.”

“I just don’t understand how he could do that after what mom did to me. I thought- I thought we were brothers again.”

His voice cracked, and you could feel the first tear drops soak through your shirt and cool your skin. Your stomach clenched and dropped. You know Harvey and Marcus have been rocky for decades, but since he forgave his mom and started rebuilding their relationship, things naturally got better with Marcus.

So much for all that hard work. And you had been so proud of him for taking those steps. And you knew the toll it took on him. Now it was all back at square one.

“I am so sorry, Harvey.”

“What the fuck do I do?”

You paused for a long while. “I don’t know.”

When he looked up at you, eyes all red and bleary, you wanted to fly to Boston and smack Marcus yourself for putting Harvey right back where he was when he was sixteen. He may not have been the one asked to keep a secret this time, but he knows what it’s like to be in that situation. To feel so pinned and powerless. The looming decision of whether he should betray his mom or dad, a constant threat, and either outcome will ruin the family.

“Are you up for listening to my ideas or do you still need to get things off your chest?” All you got was a shrug and a few spilled tears. “Okay, there’s no rush.”

“I just don’t know what to do, Yn. I have no fucking clue what I’m supposed to do. I want to beat him into the dirt the most. I want to hold Haley and tell her that none of this was ever her fault and she is not the one to blame. Goddamn do I want to hug Haley right now…”

You had to close your eyes. You didn’t want to see Harvey in this position, especially because you knew what this did to him. It stirred up all those memories and emotions from decades ago. Now they were all at the surface, controlling every one of his thoughts. And there isn’t a whole lot that you can do to get them to stop.

“I think you’re angry.”

“You’re goddamn right I’m angry,” Harvey huffed, making you let out a weak chuckle.

“And I also think that I know you when you’re angry. And that you don’t think clearly when you are. So, how about we distract you for a while and then we get some sleep. Then, maybe in the morning, we lay it all out again and go over what we know. Look at all the facts and whatnot. Because, despite your very much warranted anger towards Marcus, he is still your brother. And family means more than anything to you, Harvey. I can’t let you spend the next thirty years in regret for not trying. You owe that to yourself. Not anyone else.”

“I don’t even know where to start with all this bullshit.”

“That’s where I come in,” You smiled, sitting in his lap with one leg on each side of his. “Look Harvey, you have every single right to be upset. I am pissed at Marcus for doing that to Haley. But I will not let this drive another cavern between you and him. The two of you have been through enough. He fucked up, and he knows it because you’re Harvey goddamn Specter and you told him he did. But you forgave him once. And you forgave your mom. It is worth a shot to hear him out, and I’m not saying it has to be right away either. Just eventually.”

Harvey’s brown eyes darted around your face, that tight line still on his lips. When you tilted your head and batted your lashes, he sighed out, nodding. “Okay, okay fine you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” your smile made him finally unclench the space between his brows. “It’s because I’m really good at knowing who you are, and knowing how to approach a situation. You’re good at being a kick-ass lawyer and I’m good at taming that kick-ass lawyer.” “You love it when I let that animal out of the cage,” he smirked, hands stroking down your thighs.

“If you refer to yourself as an animal in a cage again I will walk out that door and spend the night at Donna’s.”

“Okay okay,” he grinned ear to ear, pressing kisses on your cheek, then down your neck. “I’m sorry for being so… hostile. Thank you, Yn. For calming me down.”

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“I don’t know what it is that you do, but you make it all disappear.”

“It’s my secret,” you whispered, kissing his lips. “And I won’t ever tell.”

“I bet I could make you tell me,” Harvey winked and grabbed around your waist, taking you with him when he leaned back.

“Oh, is that a fact?” “No, but it is a challenge.”

He tangled his hand in your hair, bringing your mouth to his. He tasted like whatever cheap whiskey he had on the plane and mint. You let your body form to his and didn’t mind the way his tongue found yours. Harvey’s hands were gentle as they peeled away the cardigan on your shoulders, tossing it away to be picked up later.

He took his time, slowly stripping you and easing you on your back. You wrapped your legs around his waist and needed to have his mouth on yours again. He was such a good kisser. So thorough and precise with what he wanted to do to you.

And he was always very thorough.

Harvey placed kisses down your chest, down your stomach and to each hip.

“Babe-”

“Shh,” he hushed. “Just let me do what I want. You just lay back and look pretty. Fuck do you look pretty, my love.”

Your heart melted. Normally he had a wicked, dirty tongue but tonight was obviously different. He wanted something to focus on, and if that was going to be you, then so be it. You surely weren’t going to stop him from spreading your knees and tucking his head to your core.

If Harvey could do one thing for the rest of his life, he’d sure have a hard time picking between you and the law. While he loved his work, your mind and body were two things even the high of winning couldn’t compare to. Harvey loved you. Ferociously. With every part of his body he loved you.

His tongue circled your clit, and your hand went in his hair to keep him there. The laugh that tumbled from him was nothing short of star-seeing. One thing about Harvey is if you weren’t satisfied and thensome, neither was he. He loved making you cum on his tongue, loved how you tasted.

It wasn’t long before you warned him you were close, and he just hummed into you, vibrations making you arch up off the bed, tugging equally as hard on his hair as you did the sheets beside you.

“I will never get sick of making you feel good, Yn. I love that I am the one who gets to spend these moments with you.”

“Harvey,” you swooned, cupping his face to bring him back up so you could kiss him. Your scent was strong on his lips and made you only need him that much more. All it took was a few impatient grabs at his shirt to make him take it off so you could finally get your hands on that body of his.

All that time in the boxing gym surely paid off.

Harvey brough your knee up and pushed it flat on the bed, pulling the other one around his hip. He pushed in, chest to chest with you as he sat still for a few moments.

“I love you so much, Yn,” Harvey whispered, thumb training down your cheek, your neck. He slid it all the way down your arm and laced your fingers together, kissing them as he pulled back. He wouldn’t leave your lips alone, not that you wanted that in the slightest. He was all soft words and pleas of desperation. Telling you how good you felt.

It was like your wedding night all over again. When the two of you met, it had been in a fury of hands and tongues. All fast because there wasn’t a second to waste when it finally happened. But on your big day, he laid you down, just like this, and worshiped you all night long.

Every word from his mouth was just him telling you how much you meant to him, his body seconding that omission. He was so dedicated to you, to making you feel good. It was all long, smooth strokes of his body inside yours, the warmth of your combined breaths. Swallowing each other's noises of pleasure.

“I am so in love with you,” Harvey smiled. “I am so fucking in love with you.”

You couldn’t hide your smile if you tried. It wasn’t rare that Harvey was affectionate– per say– but this was an illusive moment. He wine and dined you whenever you asked, you were always his plus one anywhere in the world. But it was these small, yet enormous moments of intimacy that you cherished the most. This was a side of Harvey that took a very long time to bring to the surface. And he too realized the weight of just taking his time and being soft with you.

“I love you too, Harvey,” you whispered against his face, his mouth now busy with the side of your neck. Harvey couldn’t keep his hips slow for long, and they snapped to yours. Air pushed out of your mouth and right into his ear, right where it drove him crazy to hear what he did to you.

“Fuck, my love, if you keep making those sounds this isn’t exactly going to be how I-”

“Now it’s my turn to take care of you,” you responded, locking your ankles together behind his back.

A shiver ran through his shoulders and he dropped to his elbows, hips driving into you faster and faster. Harder. It didn’t take him long to reach his high, fucking you through it. His heart pounded underneath his skin so hard you could feel it. A slight sweat at the back of his head where hair met skin.

When he lifted his head, his eyes looked less… weighted. He looked much more himself. Muc more like Harvey and a little less like Mr. Specter.

You mentally patted yourself on the back.

There wasn’t anything you could do to convince him to not drag you into the shower down the hall. The warmth of the water, the heaviness in your body only made his fingers on your scalp that much better. He kissed all over, giving your ass a loving smack when getting out before wrapping a big towel around the both of you.

“Promise in the morning that we can do this all again and then I can make you a big breakfast?”

“Only if you promise that there will be sausage and bacon,” your eyes were droopy, but the smile reached them anyway.

“Good thing Postmates will go to the grocery store nowadays,” Harvey slipped one of his shirts over your head, straightening it out over your body. “You look so adorable in my clothes.”

“I know, why do you think I wear them when you’re gone?” “You wear my clothes when I’m gone?” You pff’ed out some air, “Don’t act like you don’t notice the suspiciously large pile of your laundry in the hamper when you come back.”

“I don’t think you know how happy that makes me, Yn,” Harvey’s smile was nothing short of pure adoration. He was never short on pure adoration when it came to you.

“Yes I do,” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why do you think I do it?”

“Because you know me. Really really well.”

“That I do.”

Harvey breathed out, shaking his head. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for something anyone would do for their husband.”

“Well, in my experience, most wives aren’t nearly as observant or as dedicated as you are, Yn. And I want you to know how much I appreciate you and everything you help me through when I don’t know how to help myself.”

Your eyes melted, much like your heart when he hugged you. Nice and tight and just how you liked them. You always felt impossibly safe with him, and his hugs were impossibly your favorite thing in the world.

Harvey would listen better in the morning. Especially after a good night's sleep. You just hope that all your efforts will lead him in the right direction. And that direction isn’t the clearest right now, and that’s okay. Both of you know it’s okay to not make a decision as big as something like this.

But you know Harvey will try. And that is all you can ask of him.

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thanotaphobia · 6 months

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hello pissa nation, i'm here to declare that i'm actually in charge of canon now and this is what happens ty xo

CROSS POSTED TO AO3

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Missa comes back to grab his backpack he left and finds Phil in the kitchen.

It’s an accident– he would’ve thought at this time of night the other would be asleep, but he’s wrong. The light hadn’t even been on. Phil had just been sitting in the dark, and Missa had shrieked long and loud when he’d flipped on the lanterns and found him perched on a stool staring at nothing in the dark.

Once he’s recovered from his heart attack, Missa has at least enough decorum to cough and ask: “Why are you awake?”

“Why are you here?” Phil immediately fires back, and that’s when Missa clocks into the fact something is very, very wrong.

Philza looks like a mess. His hair is loose and limp, framing a face that looks gaunter than Missa remembers it being. The eyebags he’s sporting are truly impressive. His wrists look strangely thin where they lie on the countertop, fingers clasped in a knot of knuckles. Phil looks like he hasn’t eaten or slept well in weeks. The tone of voice he uses with Missa is all wrong, edges and sharp angles and accusing words.

“I left– my bag,” Missa says. He shuffles to the side where he had dropped it earlier and forgotten it before dipping and getting distracted by the capybaras. “The last of my things.”

“The last?” Phil asks, and it’s like the last piece of twine holding him together snaps. “So you’re gone, then. For good.”

“Not from the island,” Missa says. “Just– I’m useless, I know you don’t want me here, it’s not like I’m doing anything for you.” Plus whenever I’m around you I go a little crazy stupid, he doesn’t say. He can only avoid Phil for so long– maybe this conversation was a while coming. “I haven’t lived here in a long time. And with Chayanne gone, I don’t see why–”

“Why you have to stay?” Phil asks, then laughs. It’s grating, abrasive. Missa winces.

“He’s not here anymore,” he says. The reminders of Chayanne hurt. They hurt like nothing Missa’s ever felt before. The memories come flooding in unbidden, of warm mornings making breakfast in this very kitchen, wandering around the top of the wall. Chayanne is written into the cracks and corners of this house and that’s fine, but Missa knows he can’t stay here with Phil in the same way they’ve been for the past few months. Not without something changing.

“And so you leave,” Phil says, nodding. “Okay, cool. I see– I get it. It’s fine.”

“I mean…” Missa slings on his backpack. “Are you sure? You don’t look–”

“It’s fine,” Phil repeats. Missa is about ready to run, but something makes him linger and slow down, stepping back towards the door. But Phil doesn’t say anything, just stares at the mess of his own hands. Missa takes another step back, and another.

“Bye,” he offers softly. Phil doesn’t answer, and so after another agonizing moment of waiting, Missa turns. In the same second, his heart shatters.

And then–

"No, stop," Phil says, and Missa pauses in the doorway. The pieces of his heart record-scratch on their way to the floor, and slowly– very slowly– start to rewind back upwards. "I don't–"

When Missa looks back at him, Phil is breathing hard, like he's just run a long way. Neither of them move. The words come out next ragged and scratchy, torn out in fits and bursts between teeth. "I don't want you to leave. The house is– so quiet, with them gone."

It's cruel, but Missa doesn't say anything for a moment. Just lets the silence sit between them.

"I think I'm going crazy," Phil says next, clearly nearing desperation. “I keep finding things. Seeing things. I take pictures, but they disappear. I try to show someone, it’s gone. I’m being fucking messed with, Missa, and I can’t– I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be alone.”

“What changed?” Missa asks. He still hasn’t crossed the threshold yet, caught inside. He feels a little bit like a fly trying to escape a glue trap. Like there might be an inevitable conclusion despite his efforts.

“I don’t know,” Phil says, burying his face into his hands and letting out one long whoosh of air. “I don’t– I just can’t do it anymore.”

The glue constricts. Missa feels his throat tighten, his eyes smart. The backpack that had felt so secure on his shoulders just a minute ago loosens, and then slips to the floor. He sets it down gently, taking a few short, quiet steps to where Phil sits on the stool. He hesitates, but only for a moment– Phil is clearly putting himself out there right now. Missa thinks this might be the first time he's seen his husband so honest, so distraught, and it’s that which gives him courage to do the same. He reaches out and catches Phil’s elbow in his hand, the other one reaching up to draw one of Phil’s hands away from his face. He’s surprised to see tears silently falling down Phil’s cheeks, but neither of them say anything for another long second. Missa just holds his arm and Phil looks back.

“I love you,” Missa says. He says it slowly, purposefully. The translator won’t miss a word this time. “Do you know that?”

“Yeah,” Phil says. His fingers grip Missa’s hand, firm and unyielding.

“No, no,” Missa says. He doesn’t think Phil gets it. He changes his grip, makes it so he’s the one holding Phil for a change. “I love you. Do you get it?”

Phil nods imperceptibly, just the briefest shake of his head. “I know.”

“Then why don’t you say anything?”

“I’m not–” Phil stutters, stops, and then starts again. “I’m bad at…”

“Nothing,” Missa interrupts. He feels strangely calm, weirdly in control. This is a situation he can handle and Phil can’t. It’s not something they’ve run into together before. “You’re bad at nothing and good at everything, Philza. You are strong. It’s part of why I love you.”

Slowly, Phil leans forward. He inches closer until he’s collapsed almost entirely against Missa, his head resting on Missa’s shoulder and staining his jacket with tears. Missa doesn’t let go of his hand or his elbow, cradling him and supporting him as he goes nearly limp. There’s a hot brush of air against his upper arm as Phil says, “I need you.”

It’s a strange feeling, to know you’re needed by the one man on the server who doesn’t need anything, ever. The man who forgave you for running, who treated you with kindness you probably didn’t deserve, the man who has saved your life a hundred times over. The same man who killed a code monster and raised two kids without so much as complaining once needs Missa, the sad sack of an absentee dad who can barely hold a sword right.

I need you is as close as you can get to love with a man like that, Missa thinks. He’ll take it. He tightens his grip on Phil’s arm and kisses the side of his head ever so softly, pressing his nose to the top of his hair and inhaling.

“I won’t go,” he says. He feels the sob more than he hears it, the shuddering that wracks Phil’s whole body, and moves one hand to rub his back in gentle circles. He breathes and makes a promise: “I’ll stay.”

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MEET THE PARENTS

info ⭑ mikage reo x reader ﾉ 0.9k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ reference to reader's parents and family

note ⭑ happy holidays! i think this is my first time writing a solo piece for reo so hopefully it isn't too bad. thanks for reading! ❤︎‬

requested by @yuukimiyas for my winter wonderland event (closed)!

reo is a punctual man—he sticks to a schedule and considers his time valuable. so when he isn’t home on time after practice on the night that you’re hosting your family for dinner, you’re struck with worry. twenty minutes behind isn’t something you’d usually bat your eyes at but you will admit that it’s strange not getting a text or call explaining his absence on the occasion he’s been fretting about all week.

with dinner started on the stove, you wipe your hands on a dish towel before reaching for your phone to figure out what’s keeping reo from home. though, before you can find his contact, the photo you have saved with his name flashes on your screen as the device buzzes with an incoming call from him.

you press the green accept button, wasting no time starting your distressed interrogation. “where are you?”

there’s a laugh from his end of the line and you can hear the faraway honking of horns. his explanation comes easily, as though you should have expected it. “i swung by the florist to pick up a bouquet for your mom.”

reo’s answer doesn’t come as a surprise. in addition to being punctual, reo is chivalrous, too. ever since you told him that your family would be visiting for the holidays, he’s made it his personal mission to make sure that everything is in order—that he’d be leaving a good impression on the ones you love.

if the preparation he’s taken so far is evidence of anything, it’s that he truly has nothing to worry about. maybe you’re a little bit biased, but how could anyone not like reo?

“you know, typically guests bring gifts for the hosts—not the other way around.” the urgency has faded from your voice upon learning the reason behind his not being here, traded in for a more relaxed tone, one with a playful edge.

“no way,” he starts, and you can practically hear the frown in his voice, “it’s their first time at our place and meeting me. i’ve gotta do this right.”

between his actions and his words, it’s clear that reo is taking the one opportunity he has with this first meeting seriously. it’s flattering to see that he cares so much, that he wants those closest to you to like him even a fraction of the way you do. your heart feels like it’s floating in your chest knowing that reo is doing all of this for your sake.

“understood.” you smile with your declaration. “anyways, did you call for something?”

“right, did you need me to pick anything up while i’m out?”

“nope,” you shake your head even though he can’t see you, “just get home safe.”

“sure thing, love you.”

it isn’t long before you hear reo’s key unlocking your front door and his house slippers shuffling down the hallway and into the kitchen. a purple head of hair greets you in the doorway accompanied by pops of red and white from the flower bouquet he’s holding. his violet eyes light up when you turn to meet his gaze and welcome him home.

“hey.” you offer him a wave from the stove before your eyes fall to the flower arrangement in his grasp. “those are pretty.”

he examines them closely, like you’re sure he did while the florist was putting the bouquet together and after he received the flowers. “you think she’ll like them?”

you hum and nod, a smile tugging at your lips upon seeing the relief that colors his face with your approval. he sets the paper-wrapped bouquet on an unoccupied space of the kitchen island before rubbing his hands together and looking to you for direction.

“what can i do?”

there’s an unspoken rule that reo doesn’t cook on special occasions. he can admit that it’s a skill he has yet to master and that the meals of guests are better left out of his hands. with this in mind, you jerk your head toward the cabinets that hold your plates and silverware. “wanna set the table?”

“i can do that,” he agrees.

while you finish up dinner, reo goes between the kitchen and dining room, neatly arranging the dishes on the festive tablecloth you had set out earlier. he kisses you with each trip he makes, first on your forehead, then your nose, and when he’s back in the kitchen for good, he plants one of your lips. the taste of familiar, minty like the gum he chews with a hint of cucumber from his chapstick.

you’re starting to get the feeling that his nerves are calming, that the perfectionist in him is mellowing, but his next question is proof that he’s still a little anxious about the events to come. “do your parents prefer red or white wine?”

you shrug. it’s been a while since you’ve had a meal with them and even then you can’t say that you paid much attention to what they were drinking. “i’m sure they’ll enjoy either.”

he opens his mouth to protest but you shush him by pressing a finger to his lips.

“reo, relax.” you hook your arms under his to rub soothing circles on his shoulder blades. he takes your advice, taking a deep breath in through his nose and letting it leave through his mouth. your lips pull up into a grin as you feel his muscles ease, the tension seeping from his body. “they’re going to love you.”

he nods, a small smile of his own appearing with your reassurance.

only a moment later, the ring of your doorbell sounds throughout the house. you meet reo’s gaze with an encouraging sparkle in your eyes. “it’s go time.”

#[ ❄️ ] — WINTER WONDERLAND !#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: blue lock #reo x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #reo fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #reo drabble #bllk drabbles #blue lock drabbles

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analogwriting · 2 months

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Not So Childhood Crush

Smutilogue (afab edition) Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.8k a/n: lmfao here's the smut piece y'all asked for. hope it lived up to the hype. i made two of these. they both use gender neutral pronouns, but one is obviously with a vagina and the other with cock n' balls so pick your poison. they are slightly different despite starting off the same. not just body part switching but what happens in general but mostly the same. mo ghràdh and mo leannan are variations of 'my love' in old gaelic. amab version

A couple of months went by. Everyone was back in peak performance and you were finally able to relax. You were currently cleaning up from lunch, enjoying the silence. The lot of you heard about some festival on some island and Eustass decided it was the perfect place to celebrate. To celebrate everyone back in tip-top shape and you being back with the crew at long last.

Though, when everyone left, you opted to stay behind a little longer, wanting a moment of peace. You’d been wrangling everyone on this tiny ship the past couple of months and you just wanted a moment where you didn’t have to babysit. Your brother teased you about it, calling you old, but you didn’t even have the energy to fight. You just wanted them to leave you alone.

And they did. Everyone was off on the island, enjoying the festival and you were able to enjoy some peace and quiet. You were putting away dishes, standing up on the utmost tips of your toes as you tried to put something away. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your hip and a body press into you. You watched as a hand reached out to take the bowl in your hand and put it on the shelf for you.

“I thought you were with everyone else,” you mused, not even needing to turn around to see who it was.

Killer chuckled softly behind you. “When I realized you stayed behind, I doubled back,” he mused. Once the last dish was put away, his hand came down to rest on your other hip. He buried his face in your neck and you chuckled softly. “No helmet?” He definitely had it on earlier. You had smacked it because he did something stupid, after all.

He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your middle. “Mm, can’t kiss you if I have it on,” he crooned, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You let out a content sigh against him, turning around as you kissed him. You slid your arms around his neck and smiled. “That’s true.”

Despite having confessed, neither of you have been able to do much since then. With the ship being as small as it was and the crew being as large, there wasn’t exactly time to be alone. Someone was always bothering one of you. It’s what happened when you were the parents of the crew, you supposed. That, and Killer had been healing this whole time. You didn’t want to end up reopening a wound just because you were too horny for your own good.

His hands took to either sides of your face, cupping it softly as his thumbs ran over his cheeks and he just looked at you. You felt your face warm up as you felt his rough, calloused hands catching on your smooth skin. It sent shivers down your spine.

“I still can’t believe you’ve felt the same this whole time.” You let out a small chuckle at his words, nodding. “I can’t believe it either. We could’ve saved ourselves a whole lot of heart break if one of us just bit the bullet when we were kids.”

He grinned, pulling you into another tender kiss. As much as you loved these soft moments with him, right now you were craving more. You reached up, letting your hand find its way into his hair as you deepened the kiss, pulling hard on his hair. A low growl came from Killer that made your heart race with excitement. “That how it is?” he mumbled against you. You nodded, pressing another kiss to him. “Mhm. I think we’ve waited long enough.”

“Say less.”

You gasped as he picked you up, but you wasted no time in wrapping your legs around him. He set you on the table gently, his lips immediately on your neck. You could feel your body already warming up just from this small bit of action you were getting. You couldn’t imagine how insane you were going to feel when you actually got down to business.

In this moment, you were regretting your punk aesthetic that had made you put tight jeans on this morning, but that ended up not even mattering as Killer had them off of you in one swift movement - well at least you had gone against the decision to wear underwear. A shiver ran down your spine again as you felt the cool air on your skin.

“Wasting no time,” you mused, looking up at him as he just stared at you with a hungry look in his eye. He licked his lips as he stared before looking into your eyes. “You’re so breathtaking.”

Your eyes widened at the sudden compliment, face immediately in flames. Now why the hell would he go and say something like that right now? You tried to push away the more flustered feeling and scoff. “Just kiss me,” you mumbled.

He chuckled, looking at you for a moment more. “I have a better idea.”

You blinked, watching him as he grinned at you before dropping to his knees and your eyes widened. You made a noise of surprise as he pulled you to the very edge of the table and placed one of your legs over his shoulder. “Killer!” you squeaked, covering your face as he was suddenly right next to your core.

“What? I think you look more than excited to see me,” he teased gently as his fingers gently traced over your wet folds. Your eyes widened as your entire body started to tingle, hips twitching. Sure, you imagined him doing all of these things to you, but now officially being in the act, it was completely different.

“I-I mean I am, I just-” You gasped, letting out a small whine as you felt him gently circle your clit. Your hands left your face and moved to the table behind you as you leaned back on them.

“The usual confident and dominant doctor suddenly being a stuttering mess is quite the sight to behold.” A smug smile stretched across his face and you did your best to muster up a glare; only for him to slowly slide one of his thick fingers into you. Your eyes rolled back and you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back the moan. You were being stubborn now since he decided to get all cocky all of a sudden.

“Aw, c’mon now. I want to hear that beautiful sound,” he said as he began to move his finger around inside of you. You looked at him, feeling your eye twitch. You wanted so much to say something but you knew the moment you opened your mouth, it would betray you.

“Don’t be stubborn.” He slid in another one, beginning to scissor them inside of you. The sensation was crazy. Sure, you’ve done it yourself, but it was different when it was someone else. It also wasn’t exactly like you had time to ever sleep around in your life, so this was all a first to you. Not that you were ever going to admit that.

Your entire body was buzzing and you could feel yourself coiling up in the pit of your stomach already. A small whimper escaped from your lips and your hips twitched slightly as he reached deeper inside of you, curling his fingers. You let out a shaky breath, trying to keep it together, but your trembling body was a dead giveaway.

“Y/n!” Your eyes snapped wide open as a voice rang through the air. You immediately sat up and Killer stopped moving. From where you were seated, if someone came in the doorway they’d just see you at the edge of the table, back to them. They wouldn’t be able to see Killer with the way he was positioned - nor the naughty things you were currently doing.

“You better stay quiet, then,” Killer whispered. You looked at him with a mixture of horror and excitement. You looked over your shoulder, keeping an eye out just in case when you suddenly felt a hot breath against you as he took your clit into his mouth. It caught you by surprise that you didn’t have time to stop the loud, strangled moan that came from you.

You slapped your hands over your mouth, feeling your face heat up. Killer just looked up at you with a sly grin as his tongue swirled around the bud. Oh, that was evil.

“There you are!” You tensed, fully sat up now. You look over your shoulder, seeing Heat there in the doorway. “Here I am,” you said, taking your hands from your mouth. Killer stopped his movements so you were able to breathe.

“We were wondering where you were. Everyone’s waiting.”

“I said I’d be down in a-” You nearly choked as you felt Killer start sucking on you slightly. “A bit,” you ground out. You knew you weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. You could only keep this up so much. You needed Heat gone now.

“Are you not feeling well?” He took a step in the kitchen.

“Don’t come any closer!” You felt Killer start moving his fingers in and out of you slowly as he worked his tongue around the most sensitive part of you. Your head was spinning and you were fighting for your life right now.

Heat stopped, blinking in confusion.

“E-Experimenting. Don’t wanna get blown up now, do-” You took a deep breath, pulling on Killer’s hair slightly as you tried to hold it together while he somehow silently assaulted your nether regions. “Do you?”

Heat held his hands up. “Enough said. I’ll let everyone know you’ll be there eventually.” With that, he left.

You were still, trying not to lose it until you were sure he was out of earshot.

Though, you weren’t able to stay silent much longer as the coil deep within you finally snapped and a loud, guttural moan erupted from you. You heard Killer growl as you tugged on his hair roughly as you rode through your first climax of the night.

You collapsed onto the table, feeling your entire body twitching as you tried to gather yourself. You were already exhausted, but you knew that this wasn’t over yet. You didn’t want it to be over yet. You let out small whimpers as Killer cleaned your mess up with his tongue. You draped your arm over your face as you panted heavily, trying to stop your world from spinning so fast.

You felt your leg be removed from his shoulder and him shifting to stand. He removed your arm from your face and you glared at him. You swatted at his chest. “Why did you do that?” you hissed, still trying to calm your breathing.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Well, you said it yourself. We’ve already waited long enough. I just couldn’t help myself.”

Honestly, it was exhilarating. It brought a new level of pleasure that you never felt before. The anxiety of the possibility of getting caught gave you a different kind of high. If you were caught, it would’ve been the end of you. You would’ve simply passed away on the spot, but you didn’t.

“I know you would’ve stopped me if you really didn’t want me to,” he crooned, moving your hair out of your face, admiring you as you were. All sprawled out on the table below him, post climax high. A view he could definitely get used to.

“You’re right. It was kind of…” You trailed off, your face heating up and he chuckled before he kissed you again. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down to you before you wrapped your legs around him. Once flush with your body, you could feel just how pent up he was.

“Now how about we take care of you now, hm?” you purred against him.

“You sure about that? I’m a pretty big guy.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “I think you’re underestimating me right now and I don’t appreciate it.” You stuck your tongue out slightly. He kissed you once more as you hummed in delight against him.

“Maybe you’re underestimating me,” he mused as he pulled up from you. You narrowed your eyes as he tried to turn your own words against you. “Killer, I swear to fuck I will walk straight out of this kitchen.”

He just grinned at you. “Then I guess I better make sure you can’t walk then, huh?”

Your eyes widened at his word choice and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle before you realized what you were doing. You gasped, folding your arms and pouting. Another laugh came from Killer as he watched you with amusement. “C’mon. ‘S cute.” He leaned down, kissing your cheek. Your face only turned more red, but you still weren’t saying anything.

He continued to kiss down your jaw and neck. When he reached the tender spots he had been sucking and nibbling on earlier, you felt yourself gasp softly. You didn’t realize the skin was still so sensitive. You turned to look at him and he just smiled up at you. “There you are.” He hummed as his hands lightly trailed down your sides.

He stood up and you watched him as he took his shirt off. Without much thought, you reached your hands out and immediately grabbed his chest. “Always so nice,” you mumbled. “Unfair.” Your hands traced over his more recent scars, frowning slightly as you did so.

“Careful, they’re sensitive,” he mused, trying to keep you out of that spiral. He knew you were quick to go down that mental path if not taken care of quickly.

You rolled your eyes, snorting. He pulled away from you for a moment as he finally began to remove his own pants. Now you got to see what you were working with.

And holy shit, he wasn’t lying when he said he was big. It was large, veiny, and looked desperate for attention. The amount of precum that was leaking from the head was a dead giveaway on that front.

You blinked, but you didn’t raise no quitter. You were already this far and you could feel yourself throbbing with excitement. “You sure about this? We can always circl-”

“Killer.” The firm tone of your voice along with the look you gave him was enough for him to shut his mouth. He nodded. He’d already stretched you out earlier, this would be fine. As long as he didn’t just slam into you - as much as you wanted him to. That was for another time. You kind of needed to make sure it was actually gonna fit first.

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled and you sat up. You took his face in your hands and you kissed him hard. That was all it took to reignite the fire within him. He let out a low rumble, making you grin against him. “Stop thinking so much.”

He nodded, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you towards him. You gasped slightly as you felt all of him against you. A shiver went down your spine and honestly you just needed him inside of you now.

You reached down, taking him in your hand causing him to let out a sharp gasp. “Why don’t you use this thing on me already, yeah?”

He nodded, pushing you down onto the table gently. You leaned back, exposing yourself to him. Once more, he stood there just admiring you. You could see the love and affection in his eyes. It always made you feel so giddy but also flustered.

You opened your mouth to say something when you felt the fat head of his cock press against your folds. Anticipation filled your every being and you trembled with excitement. You licked your lips as you watched him take a small breath before he finally started pushing himself into you.

Your eyes widened as you felt yourself beginning to stretch for him. “Oh fuck,” you groaned loudly, head falling back as your eyes disappeared into your skull. Spreading your legs further apart so he could slide in easier, you started panting already.

You felt him stop and you raised your head to look at him. “Are you-” He started but with the look you gave him, he stopped, nodding. You were fine. As much as you appreciated how much he cared for you, you also weren’t made of glass. But, this was also your first time together, so you figured you’d let it slide this time. You just hoped he wouldn’t keep being this gentle.

As you continued to stretch around him, you felt your own walls twitching and sucking him in further. Quite literally, pulling him into you. For the most part, he slid in rather easily but holy shit did you feel stuffed. It’s like you ate a three course meal.

You were laid down on the table at this point, panting heavily with your eyes closed as you tried to gather yourself. Killer was panting too. Probably from restraining himself. You knew he was fighting urges. You knew he wanted to slam into you just as much as you wanted him to, but both of you knew that would’ve been a dumb idea.

He was bottomed out now. He managed to fit the whole thing inside of you. It felt like it took eternity but it really was only a few moments. “Seems you really were made for me, hm?” That was better. You much rather have cocky Killer than overly cautious Killer. Fit his namesake too.

Before you even had a chance to say anything smart yourself, he started rolling his hips. Immediately, you felt waves of pleasure rolling over your body. This was unlike anything you’d felt before. He was hitting all the right spots and it made you wonder if he was right. Maybe the two of you were made for each other.

Or maybe that was just the horny talking.

It didn’t take him too long to really start hammering himself into you. Your mind was going wild then it was just blank. You couldn’t form a coherent thought. All you knew was the man before you and his giant cock currently pummeling you into oblivion. Skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls of the small kitchen. You had your arms wrapped around him, clawing at his back, making him hiss in pleasure. In turn, he was leaving more and more hickies anywhere he could. You both were marking each other up. Though, his would be easier to hide when it came down to it.

You could feel his movements growing more erratic and your legs slowly growing numb from the sheer amount of pleasure you were experiencing. It seemed he was right, you weren’t going to be able to walk out of here at this rate. He was going to have to carry you to the damn festival.

Once more, that coil snapped and euphoria washed over you as you came hard, shouting your lover’s name. He wasn’t long after, pulling right out of you before making a mess of the both of you. You whined as you suddenly felt empty, twitching at his sudden absence. You were mumbling incoherent sentences as you panted, trying to gather your thoughts.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he came down from his own high. The kitchen fell silent except for your panting. After a moment, you were finally able to come off cloud nine and you let out a breathless chuckle.

Killer looked at you, also finally coming down. “What are ya laughin’ at?” His accent thicker than usual from exhaustion.

“Mm. Fact tha’ our firs’ time’s on the kitchen table,” you mumbled, your own accent just as thick. “Gonna have ta really clean it up.” Killer just looked at you for a moment before letting out a breathy laugh.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I really do love you, mo ghràdh.” You grinned up at him. You really loved it when he spoke in your native tongue. “And I love you, mo leannan.” And you knew he also loved it when you spoke to him in it as well. The both of you didn’t really use it when you were growing up, but found an appreciation for it as you grew older.

After another moment of gathering yourself, he finally picked you up. “I think it’s time we get cleaned up and head to the festival because the entire crew comes looking for us,” he mused. You settled into him with a hum. “Mm, sounds good to me.”

Later at the festival, the two of you found the rest of your crew downtown somewhere. You were currently riding on Killer’s back. When the two of you arrived, there were cheers all around. Eustass looked at you and rolled his eyes. “About time. I was starting to get worried something happened!”

Killer slowly set you down, keeping an arm around your waist as you were a tad bit wobbly. Eustass raised an eyebrow. “Are you alright? You look a little pale.”

If you didn’t already, you definitely did now. You just glared at your brother. Quincy, bless her soul, immediately knew what was happening and came to your aid. “Well, they’ve done nothing but babysit the crew the last couple of months! They’re probably exhausted!”

She looked at you, smiling. There was a look, however, that said that the two of you were going to be talking later. You nodded, silently thanking her as you slowly sat down. You were also currently glad that your brother had a stupid feather coat made for you that looked just like his. You were currently wearing it to hide the marks Killer went a little too overzealous in giving you.

Dive ran at you, jumping into the air. You knew she was going to jump right into your lap and it was going to hurt. Before she could land, Killer caught her midair and set her down. “Y/n isn’t feeling well, you probably should take it easy.” Dive’s eyes widened and she nodded. “Okay! Sorry!”

Then things carried on like normal. Everyone was loud and rambunctious, just like you were used to. Things were finally returning to normal, though a bit better than they used to be.

“Oh, y/n!” Heat chimed. You looked at, yawning a bit. “What’s up?”

“So, what experiment were you working on?”

You blanched and Killer just laughed, leaving everyone confused and Quincy’s eyes shining as she knew she was going to get some of the juiciest gossip she’s ever heard later.

#i am so goddamn wasted i hope this is coherent #i lost count of the shots #anyway #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece #am fics #cc #smut

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-Most Terrifying Yandere in One Piece-

Okay so I just had a thought of who the most terrifying Yandere in One Piece would be as yes, Luffy is someone who would probably rip the entire world apart just to get his hands on you but it ain’t him in my personal opinion

Sanji would crack the skull of any man who tried to speak to you and Zoro is so intimidating that no one would probably even dare try to speak to you

Boa would trap you with her without you even knowing that you’re trapped and if you ever do then you won’t be able to do anything about it, Robin knows exactly how to hurt you and exactly what to say in order to keep you from leaving her side

Akainu could have an “Only Alive” bounty placed on your head if you ever managed to escape him, Garp would chase you to the ends of the earth until he had you again

Kaido would keep you locked up in Onigashima in a place where only he would only be able to access you to ensure that he’s the only one that can see you, Big Mom would have you dragged off to Tottoland by her many sons and daughters in order to attend your wedding with her

But I gotta say that I don’t think any of them would be the most terrifying Yandere in One Piece and keep in mind that this is just personal opinion… But you know who would be?

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Kidnapping, No Hope, Total Island Destruction, Uncomfortable Situations, Attempted Murder, Starvation, Imprisonment, Mind Break

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!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA AND MOST RECENT EPISODES OF ONE PIECE-!

!-BEWARE SPOILERS-!

That would be this fucker right here in my personal opinion… Imu…

Why? Well I’d like you to think about this as Imu is someone that little to no one knows exists and no one even knows what Imu even looks like to begin with so let’s say that somehow you did manage to escape Imu’s grasp

You can’t tell anyone who had you… No one would know who you’re talking about and now that person you just told? They’re going to face an imminent death…

We all saw what happened on Lulusia too, all that just to kill Sabo who saw Imu if I’m right. An entire country wiped from history so if you told that person about Imu then you just potentially wiped that island out…

Granted Imu might leave you unharmed like they won’t kill you but there’s a good chance that when you’re brought back to them, it will be with your ability to walk or even stand removed so now you’re stuck with this person… Assuming Imu is a person, that is…

Plus I don’t think that Imu would even reveal their appearance to you for a good long while so imagine sitting down for a meal with this person covered head to toe in black, they stare at you with these unblinking red eyes anytime that you make a sound

If there was any way to lose your appetite, it would probably be from the sheer uncomfortable feelings brought on by Imu’s staring… I don’t think that they would even speak to you for a while after being captured so you’re just living with someone whose dead silent and won’t stop staring at you…

Also that brings up the case of imagine catching the attention of Imu like maybe you were one of the few people unlucky enough to be able to approach Imu but how much more terrifying would it be if you were just some civilian?

Who knows how they found out about you but once they decide that they want you, you’re being seemingly arrested out of the blue like you’ve done the worst crime imaginable if you aren’t just straight up kidnapped

Then you’re brought before this person who you’re absolutely terrified of and have absolutely no clue what they want from you only to be left alone with them because this is home now

Fucking horrifying if you ask me…

You can’t even hope at killing Imu either as even if they have no fighting skills, you’d probably have to get insanely lucky in trying to kill them like I’m talking winning the lottery eight times in a row on the same day then seeing like a quadruple rainbow on your way home only to find that every problem with your home miraculously fixed itself kind of lucky…

So let’s say that you did achieve that kind of luck and managed to sneak up and seemingly kill Imu in order to hopefully return to your life before all of this occurred, it seems like you might be home free and escape is so close within your grasp…

But let’s not forget about something…

And knowing that the Gorosei’s devil fruit forms can regenerate from seemingly just about anything, I’d assume that Imu can do it as well so they’re pissed that you tried to kill them after how kindly that they’ve treated you

So as you’re running, you’ll likely look back and see whatever this is chasing after you until it grabs you in a grip that feels like it’s trying to crush you as they drag you back where you belong

If you make Imu mad then they likely aren’t going to treat you with kindness like I can honestly see them depriving you of food and locking you up until you’ve learnt your lesson, Imu wouldn’t kill you and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on you to harm you

But by the end, you’ll be wishing that you were dead and no matter how much you might scream that you’ve learnt your lesson… Imu will leave you there until they know that you have only coming to you to give you just enough food and water to where you’ll survive…

Once Imu is sure that you’ve learnt your lesson and will never try anything like that again, that is when you’ll finally be freed from your prison and actually start to be treated with gentleness and kindness as well

Imu might even test how your time locked up affected as you as they’ll caress you and if you lean into it then they’ll kiss you… And if you return it? That’s probably the first time that you’ll hear their voice speaking the word “Good”

They’ll be gentle with you as they wash your body and take care of you until you’re all better but don’t think for a second that Imu won’t shove you back into your prison if it’s needed…

Now this isn’t to say that any other One Piece character isn’t absolutely terrifying as everyone is absolutely horrifying like hell… Luffy is absolutely horrifying because of Gear 5…

This is just my personal opinion on who I think is the scariest… And it’s Imu without a doubt for me…

#yandere one piece #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #minors dni #Yandere Imu

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Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 3: The Pages

You wake up to the overwhelming aroma of coffee and bacon, and for a moment you’re confused before the memory of the previous night returns to you. Dominick with his strawberries. Whispered ‘I’m sorry’s’ and you aren’t quite sure what they were for anymore. And your bed still smells of him, that scent you wish you could wrap yourself up in. And the side of the mattress is still warm from his body as you reach out your hand to where he had fallen asleep, arms and legs around you like a vine. You had woken several times during the night, had watched him sleep and are now ashamed to admit it to yourself. But you just couldn’t help yourself. In a way you wished he had left so you could have found peace because again and again there you were studying his face, listening to his breathing, watching for the smallest movements. Like he was some sort of treasure. It makes you want to bang your head against the wall.

You stretch lazily and get up, making your way to the bathroom where you pull your dressing gown around yourself loosely. There’s a faint hickey on your collarbone. That should annoy you, you’re not thirteen anymore. He shouldn’t put his mark on you like that. But instead you find yourself tracing your fingers over it, smiling. You love it. You kind of want to show it off. Want your friends to ask you about it. Curious whispers behind your back. You want him to know he can claim you as long as you can claim him. How ridiculous that it turns you on.

‘Good morning.’ He's behind you and you jump a little.

‘Ugh! Don’t do that!’ You turn around and glare at him.

‘Sorry.’ he pouts charmingly, knowing he can get away with anything and everything.

‘Thought you would have left by now.’ You turn back toward the mirror and attempt to fix the mess that is your hair, last night’s activities have taken their toll.

‘Would you have preferred me to?’ He steps behind you and moves the silk fabric of your gown ever so slightly in order to reveal the mark he has left, and you shudder at his touch and the way he inspects you, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

‘Thought it was customary to do so after a booty call.’ you can’t help but press your ass against him and get an immediate response from his body. You’re only teasing, you’re secretly glad he’s still here. Although it makes you somewhat nervous. This isn’t something you should let become a habit.

‘You and your thoughts.’ His fingers run over the hickey again and he kisses your neck before he withdraws. ‘I made breakfast and it’s getting cold. Come on.’

Breakfast is an understatement, you think, as you see the spread prepared on your tiny kitchen island. Pancakes, a fruit salad, bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs, porridge, buttered toast, croissants, jam, Nutella, coffee, orange juice, some green smoothie. Strawberries.

‘Ummm….’

‘Well, I went and got some things to go with the strawberries.’ He pulls out a chair and you stare at him like he’s an alien who’s just landed in the middle of your kitchen with his spaceship.

‘Who the fuck even are you?’ you mumble and shove a piece of croissant into your mouth, rolling your eyes at him. He scrunches up his nose and sits next to you, sipping his coffee.

‘I like to cook.’ He peeks at you over the rim of the cup and you roll your eyes again. What have you gotten yourself into?

‘Did the good lord send you here to domesticate me?’ you ask with the most serious tone of voice you can manage and he almost chokes on his drink laughing.

You both crack up and just when you thought you calmed down you snort and end up cracking up again. His face is red like a tomato and tears are streaming down your face and you don’t remember the last time you laughed this hard that wasn’t with your girlfriends. It catches you off guard, this lightheartedness with a man. Then again, you should have known, when everything else was so easy with him that all kinds of intimacy would be. Still, it is not something you are used to so it surprises you how naturally it comes. Maybe you would second-guess yourself later on. Maybe you would feel silly, immature even. But this was supposed to be fun, right?

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‘It’s nice and it’s fun.’ you repeat it like a mantra a couple of hours later when you meet your best friend Louisa for a drink.

Of course she knows about you and Dominick. She had seen you two as you returned from your little excursion to the boathouse, all red-faced and giggly, and figured out the rest. Knowing you for almost all your life she had been slightly shocked, claiming it wasn’t like you to have sex with a guy you hardly knew. Let alone let him, well, bang you out in the open and you couldn’t even argue with the way she had made it sound so perverted because it had been.

‘Lou, I don’t know what came over me, okay? Okay? I’m not gonna feel bad though. I’m not gonna apologize. I’m 25 and I feel like now’s the time to go and have fun, especially after Daniel. You know what my parents are like. They thought I would marry that guy. And now I’m not, thank God. Anyway, I’m almost finished with law school, I’m single, it’s summer. Let me just have this! He’s so so soooo gorgeous. And sweet. He’s so sweet. And fun. And the sex. Dear lord, the sex. It’s like he’s inside me. I mean he IS. He IS inside me. But like, fully. Inside me. My brain. It’s so fucking intense. Anyway, before everything in my life gets serious, I gotta enjoy this. Just be a little crazy with this beautiful, sexy man.’ you talk excitedly and Louisa stares at you with an amused smile.

‘Okay, okay. Yes I agree, He is gorgeous, it’s not like I’m blind. And I heard he’s a nice guy. I just want you to be careful, with him and with yourself. Even if you think this is just fun and games, it’s never just fun and games and someone always gets hurt in the end. So you gotta set some rules, some boundaries. You’re vulnerable after what happened with Daniel, I want you to not let anyone take advantage of that. I’m not saying Dominick would do that on purpose but y’know. Go have fun but make sure you’re on the same page first.’

‘I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page.’ you say it but you’re not actually.

‘You gotta make sure you are sure.’ she insists.

‘Yes, yes, alright.’

Well there was a conversation to look forward to.

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You spend the rest of your Saturday going through the list of potential future employers your boss has given you. He’s willing to recommend you for either, he said, and you know he has reputable connections not just in New York but internationally. It’s something to consider, especially straight out of law school. It’s not that he wouldn’t like to keep you on after you passed your Bar exam but you and him both know you are meant to go and explore the great big world outside the relatively small office. So you had politely declined.

Ever since you’ve wanted to become a lawyer, from the age of 13, human rights have been set in your sight. Memories of you and your parents watching the news, stories about political conflicts, poverty, human trafficking, war crimes, and numerous other atrocities flashing on the screen on the daily and that helpless feeling that shook you to your core. Turning to your mother you had asked ‘Why isn’t anyone doing anything’ and your mother answered ‘People are trying, honey.’

You’re not delusional or naive enough to think you can change the world. No one can. But you also refuse to give in to helplessness, it’s too easy to think there’s no point swimming against the current. Luckily your parents and teachers had always supported your dream, especially when you were ready to give up, and had managed to pull you back from that cliff of utter hopelessness on the many occasions when you had felt like there was no point.

Needless to say the United Nations are on the very top of your list. And luckily, after enrolling in a legal clinic there during your first year at Fordham where you met one of the top human rights lawyers who you’ve kept in touch with, you do have a contact there. Not only that, Emily had become somewhat of a mentor to you. She had worked for the UN for over 25 years and you are hoping to learn from her eventually and that Bachelor in political science and sociology sure helped a lot to impress her.

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Dominick picks you up on Sunday afternoon outside your apartment for a walk around Highland Park. After your conversation with Louisa you kind of regret agreeing on meeting him now because it feels like a date and there isn’t supposed to be a date. You are supposed to set rules. Boundaries. And you feel like he isn’t thinking about setting them so you are the one who has to. And you feel awkward and nervous and like you’re about to ruin things by having ‘the talk’. Or maybe you’re interpreting too much into this silly little walk already, perhaps he isn’t thinking anything of it, not more than two people on a casual stroll on a sunny afternoon. So what’s a girl to do? You decide to follow your gut and test it out. See where the conversation takes you.

He hands you an iced chai latte and you head towards the park, the way he always guesses your favorites is endearing to you. Your ex couldn’t remember your Starbucks order even after three years. Oh god, you have to stop comparing him to your ex. Stop. But it’s hard when he’s the first guy you’re, well, whatever it is you’re doing with him, after your last relationship.

‘You’re not tired of seeing my face yet?’ Dominick smiles from behind his black Ray-Bans, chewing on the straw of his pink lemonade.

He looks absolutely ravishing again today. White shirt, looking so good with his slight tan, damn his Italian blood. Tousled hair, tight jeans, Converse. If he had asked, you would have taken him straight home. It’s insane what kind of carnal instincts this man is provoking in you. Scary, almost. Your whole body shudders at his sight.

‘Not yet but the day isn’t over.’ you reply, feeling cheeky as well.

‘What would it take? I like to annoy people.’ Oh he’s on his boyish bullshit today. You hate how it’s only the third time meeting him and you can already tell.

‘You would want to annoy me? Believe me, I can be a real bitch.’ You are up for the challenge, you’re not even kidding.

Dominick puts his arm around your neck and pulls you in close, kisses your forehead, and you breathe in his aftershave. As always, he smells divine. As always, mixed with the warmth of his body, it makes your head go fuzzy. There’s a simple science behind it, they say, body chemistry or whatever, but to you it seems like he has bewitched you. Why else would he feel so familiar after such a short amount of time? Or are you just that desperate for the affection of an attractive man? You feel like clinging to him like velcro.

‘I would annoy you, just a little bit. And then you could be a bitch, just a little bit. And then we could go back and forth bickering like an old married couple.’

You find him irresistible. Too irresistible, almost. There’s a part of you that wishes you two could go on like this, flirting like crazy, pushing and shoving, until you are too hot and bothered to be in public any longer. When the time comes and Dominick has to grab you and you run off back to your place. Where you tear off each other’s clothes and fuck like bunny rabbits and you can forget about what he just said but you can’t and it’s time you take that deep breath and just get it over with.

‘Well, we are not an old married couple. We’re not even a couple. And I’d like it to stay that way, please, Dominick.’ You try not to sound too harsh but there it is. You went there and now you can’t take it back.

He unwraps his arm from your shoulder and stops dead in his tracks, putting his hands over his heart.

‘Ouch. Okay. Damn.’

You curse yourself. Maybe you could have been a bit gentler.

‘Sorry. I thought we were on the same page with this. Considering…I mean. Don’t get me wrong, I like you. I really do. A lot, Dominick. You’re…incredible. And maybe at another time it would be different, I’m just. Out of sorts from my last relationship. I don’t need any of those complications right now. I’m sorry. I just-…thought we should have this conversation sooner rather than later before this goes on and on and we end up in limbo somewhere and neither of us knows where the other one stands. So there won’t be any expectations I can’t meet.’ You mean it. Perhaps things really would be different if the timing was better.

Truth be told, you can’t let yourself go there at the moment.

‘No, it’s fine, I get it. Honestly I wasn’t thinking about taking it further. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m crazy about you.’ Dominick takes off his sunglasses and steps closer to you. ‘And that I wanna spend time with you. Preferably naked. But if I can annoy you on a walk in the park I like doing that too. But yeah, I’m not looking for a relationship either, y’know. My last one didn’t end that well. So we’re definitely on the same page, no worries.’ he cups your face with his hands and kisses you and you feel relieved, for a second there you really thought you hurt his feelings, that maybe he had wanted more from this.

But among the relief there’s something else. Something that’s pulling your insides in what feels like every direction, in a strange way. You can’t explain it. Your mouth and throat suddenly feel so dry and you take a sip of your drink to fight it.

‘So we’re good? Like this?’ You recover from whatever it is that came over you. Maybe you just aren’t used to this sort of thing.

‘Sure. We’re good. I mean I’ve never done this so, I guess we gotta figure it out as we go along.’ He blushes a little and thinks putting back his sunglasses will hide it, how adorable.

It kind of takes you aback that he never had a casual thing with someone, most men do, as opposed to women. Then again, you thought you weren’t the type, yet here you are.

‘Well, I’m not an expert either.’ You kick at a pebble.

‘Is spending the night and making breakfast still okay?’

Oh dear. A simple question yet such a complicated matter. It was meant to be simple. You try your best. You think of the way he made you feel, sleeping next to you with his arms around you. Good in one way but entirely in pieces in another.

‘If I say it’s not a requirement but you can if you want to? Does that suffice as an answer?’ You really don’t know how else to put it.

‘If that’s how you feel, sure.’ Dominick seems neither happy nor sad about it.

Many lies were told that day. You both had had your hearts broken in the past and you both didn’t want to have your hearts broken again. So you tiptoe around it while at the same time thinking you could embrace each other fully, so intensely, so entirely. And you thought ‘This must be what he wants’ and at 25 and 26 you both think you know exactly what you want. Well, you know nothing. Now there you sit, on the same page. Or are you?

Because the thing with pages is, they are constantly turning. A new chapter is starting. Another ending. So which would it be?

#dominick carisi #sonny carisi #svu #law and order svu #carisi x reader #dominick carisi x reader #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi fan fic #dominick carisi fan fic #sonny carisi fic #dominick carisi fic #svu fan fic

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“But we were something, don’t you think so? Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool. And if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you…”

- The 1, Taylor Swift

Katara is still waiting for an answer.

Zuko clears his throat and gives it back to her, forcing a smile that feels too-empty, like a painted curve on a hollow mask. Katara doesn’t seem to notice, though. She’s grinning at Zuko, and though more than a decade has passed since they were children laughing in the courtyard of an abandoned summer home, her smile has never lost its joyous, youthful exuberance.

“It looks great.” The words burn on the way out, like lava pouring down his throat. “He’ll love it.”

Her nose wrinkles as she looks down at it. “It’s not how it’s traditionally done, though, a woman giving it to the man-”

“When have you ever cared about tradition?”

Katara laughs, bright and cheerful and just a little mischievous, and Zuko once again thinks of the girl on an Ember Island beach, infinite hope and possibility shining in her eyes. The wishes they had sparked within him in turn, the longing he had nestled into his heart and carried with him every day of his life since, the miracle he should’ve known would be too much to ask for.

“He’ll love it, Katara,” Zuko assures her, and hopes she can’t hear the agony in his voice. “He’ll love anything you give him. He worships you.”

Something flickers across her face then, something that doesn’t entirely match the cheery topaz of the stone that glimmers between her fingers. It’s gone before he can catch it though, wiped away by a tender fondness that makes her face light up.

In the soft light of the moon, she looks so beautiful that it takes everything he has not to fall to his knees and beg her to stay.

Foolish boy, his father’s blood whispers to him, and the edges of his blackened, bitter heart curl up and shrivel like the withered leaves of a dying plant. She loves the Avatar. What could you possibly have to offer, in comparison?

“You really think so?” Katara asks.

Zuko clears his throat. “I know so.”

Katara beams impossibly bright, and then her slender arms are around his neck and her body is pressed against his.

He returns it without hesitation, even though his spiked shoulder plates wedge between them and his robes are drowning him and something in the core of his heart feels like it’s cracking open, splintering, cleaving him apart from the inside out.

He clings to her fiercely, through the damage that even her healing hands will never be able to fix, breathes in the lavender scent of her hair and tries to memorize the precise feel of her in his arms. This is all he will ever have, all that remains to him: a few small pieces of her to tide him through the long, lonely years to come.

She pulls back, and for a second - just a second - he thinks her eyes glimmer, a wet shine that belongs to something other than starlight. But then she blinks and it’s gone, replaced by the perfect picture of incandescent happiness, and he’s left with only the hazy sheen of hopeless wanting, a delusion borne of his own desperate imagination.

Katara’s eyes search his face. “You’ll come, won’t you?” she asks. “Aang will want you there.”

“Of course,” Zuko says, and the next words taste like rust and salt on his tongue. “I wouldn’t miss your wedding for the world.”

He holds it together that night, and the next morning, through the end of the peace summit, through seeing every one of his friends off. He holds it together as he walks numbly through the courtyard where he bled and burned for her, through the rooms she once filled with warmth, to the study he now occupies alone. He holds it together until he finds the bundle of letters at the furthest corner of his desk drawer, dusty now after so many years in the dark, and unfurls the most yellowed and crumpled of them all.

He spends the night on the floor, amidst the ruins of his heart and the letters strewn like autumn leaves around him, and watches each of them go up in smoke.

Katara marries Aang amidst stone and silence, in the way of the Air Nomads, wind whistling through the temple around them. It is only Zuko’s head that reverberates with noise, singing the discordant lullaby of words long since turned to ash.

(Katara, the letter begins, in the eager hand of a 16-year-old boy who has not yet learned how to give up dreaming.

I think I’m in love with you…)

#zutara #zutara fanfiction #haven’t committed angst crimes in a while #CILLA DNI

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I Read The Silmarillion So You Don't Have To, Part Two

I'm going to pick up right where I left off, so please go and read part one if you haven't already: https://www.tumblr.com/nyxshadowhawk/726120109073104896/i-read-the-silmarillion-so-you-dont-have-to-part?source=share

QUENTA SILMARILLION

Okay, we’ve finally gotten to the main part of the narrative! Brace yourself.

Chapter 1: Of the Beginning of Days In which the Valar plant some trees.

We get a quick recap of Tulkas having ousted Melkor from Arda, and then the Valar create two lamps to brighten everything up. They put one in the North, called Illuin, and one in the South, called Ormal. Yavanna planted seeds that caused all plants to grow. The Valar decided to rest at the very middle of the world, at the precise point where the two lights blended, on an island called Almaren in the middle of a lake. Everything’s great for about two minutes until Melkor sees all the beautiful things that the Valar have created, gets jealous again, and sneaks back into Middle-earth while the Valar have a party.

Melkor builds a fortress of his own deep underground, called Utumno. If you think Mordor is bad, it’s a vacation home compared to Utumno. Melkor simply being there is like dropping poison into the water; all the plants slowly die, and the animals turn into monsters. Catching the Valar off-guard, Melkor destroys their lamps, which sends them crashing down and literally takes out chunks of the land. The Valar’s original design for Middle-earth is permanently ruined after that. Then Melkor runs away to his fortress and hides.

At this point, the Valar are completely exhausted, because this fucking guy just won’t leave them alone. They don’t know where he’s hiding, so they can’t really do anything but pick up the pieces and move themselves to Aman, the land in the far west, on the shores of the sea that encircles the world. Instead of living in paradise in the middle of Middle-earth, they have to live in a distant fortress on a distant mountain, and behind the mountains they create the land of Valinor. (“Midgard” almost literally means “middle-earth,” so Valinor is roughly equivalent to Asgard.)

They salvaged as many beautiful things from Middle-earth as possible, and put them in Valinor, making it the most beautiful land ever. They built a city called Valmar, and on a mound to the west of the city, Yavanna sat and sang a song of creation. On the mound grew two beautiful trees, the Two Trees of Valinor. The male tree, Telperion, was silver, and the female tree, Laurelin, was gold. Both of them glowed with the beautiful light of what had been the lamps. (If you see glowing trees in anything, chances are they’re based on this. The Erdtree in Elden Ring is almost certainly inspired by this.) The trees bloom and wilt over the course of a single day, alternating with each other. The trees are beautiful, all the Valar are happy, and everything is fine for a bit.

Telperion and Laurelin by Jordan Patchak

We get a little more detail about what the Valar do — Aulë invented all handicrafts, Yavanna invented agriculture, Manwë sits upon his mountain and keeps watch over the world with the help of spirits shaped like hawks and eagles, and invented poetry. Ulmo doesn’t come to Valinor, but just sort of does his thing in the ocean. Yavanna sometimes leaves Valinor to work at healing Middle-earth from Melkor’s evil influence, because she loves all the plants and still mourns their destruction. Oromë also comes to Middle-earth to hunt the monsters that Melkor left behind.

All of this is in preparation for the coming of Elves and Men, the Children of Ilúvatar. The Elves are most similar to the Ainur (because c’mon, they’re elves), but Men have “strange gifts” that the Elves don’t have. These strange gifts seem to be the ability to shape their own destinies, as opposed to everything about their lives being predetermined by the Music of the Ainur. Of course, the disadvantage there is that Men are even more susceptible to Melkor. And, just like with Melkor himself, anything Men do in the service of evil is going to end up working in Ilúvatar’s favor anyway. (The best example of this is Gollum attacking Frodo at the Crack of Doom, which is what ultimately allowed the Ring to be destroyed.) From the Elves’ perspective, Men are basically a bunch of mini-Melkors running around.

Having free will is also why Men are short-lived in comparison to Elves. Elves are immortal, but that means they’re stuck on Arda forever. If Elves are killed in battle, they go to the Halls of Mandos and stay there for a bit until they eventually reincarnate. Men, on the other hand, leave Arda after death and don’t come back. That’s actually an advantage, presumably because the spirits of Men will share in the creation of the next universe, and those of Elves will not, though we don’t actually know.

Chapter 2: Of Aulë and Yavanna In which Aulë jumps the gun and creates Dwarves, and Yavanna decides that someone needs to speak for the trees.

So, if Elves and Men were created by Ilúvatar, you’re probably wondering, what about the Dwarves? Well, the Dwarves were created by Aulë, the god of mountains, metal, and rocks! No surprises there, right? Frankly, Aulë just got too impatient waiting for the Elves and Men to show up, so he created Dwarves in order to have someone to share his knowledge with. Of course, we all know how kindly Ilúvatar takes to people coming up with their own ideas and interfering with his vision, so he immediately confronts Aulë about the Dwarves. Aulë pacifies Ilúvatar by saying that his intention isn’t to have creatures to rule over, like Melkor, but to have creatures to teach and to love and to share knowledge with. He compares his creation of the Dwarves to a child innocently using toys to imitate their parent’s profession. Ilúvatar forgives Aulë because of his humility, and allows the Dwarves to live, on one condition: The Dwarves are not allowed to be the first people to walk upon Middle-earth, because Elves and Men are cooler, and Ilúvatar isn’t going to let Aulë screw that one up. They have to sleep underground until the time comes, and Aulë is punished for his impatience by having to wait longer for his own creations to live in Middle-earth. Another part of Aulë’s punishment is that there will be a lot of conflict between his children and those of Ilúvatar. Better than being smited, I guess.

Aulë Creates the Dwarves by emyart15

The Elves assume that the Dwarves turn back into rock after they die, but the Dwarves themselves believe that Aulë (whom they call Mahal) will transport them to their own section of the Halls of Mandos after they die, and that they will eventually be given a place among the Children of Ilúvatar. They believe that they will help Aulë remake Arda after the final battle with Melkor at the end of the world, and that the Seven Fathers of the Dwarves (one of which is Durin) will return to help them in the final battle. (It’s a pretty common folkloric convention that heroic or legendary figures will return when their people have the most need of them. King Arthur, for example, is hibernating in a cave somewhere, waiting until the day when England has most need of him.)

Aulë kept his creation of the Dwarves secret from the other Valar, but eventually opened up to his wife about it. Yavanna is happy for Aulë that Ilúvatar was so lenient with him and his creations, but points out that because he didn’t tell her about the Dwarves, she has little influence over them. That’s why Dwarves don’t think twice about chopping trees and don’t seem to need agriculture. (Don’t ask me what they eat.) Aulë says in response, “Well, all the Children of Ilúvatar are going to take advantage of the earth’s resources, because Eru (Ilúvatar) gave them dominion over the earth and everything on it, so don’t blame me if they start chopping trees.” Yavanna realizes that, because of Melkor’s dark influence, there’s no guarantee that the Elves and Men will treat the Earth’s resources with respect. So, she goes to Manwë and explains that she’s worried that none of her own beautiful creations will be left untouched. It’s bad enough that Melkor had to ruin them, but now all the Elves and Men are going to get to use them with impunity? Manwë asks her what she would preserve if she had the option. She says that trees are her favorite creation, and muses that if only the trees had someone who would speak for them when they were treated badly! Manwë responds, “Well, that’s weird,” and Yavanna says, “It was in the Song so it’s definitely canon!” With some help from Ilúvatar, Manwë listens to the Song of Creation again and realizes that there was a lot of stuff in there that he missed the first time.

So, guess which race of beings the tree goddess is responsible for creating? From her thoughts, Yavanna creates (or will create, once the Elves and Men have come) the race of Ents, who will protect the forests from too much interference from the other races.

Manwë also sees a race of his own in his vision. Guess which race the sky god is responsible for? The Eagles!

Chapter 3: Of the Coming of the Elves and the Captivity of Melkor In which the Elves finally show up.

For a long while, the Valar live blissfully in the relative paradise of Valinor, but the only light on Arda comes from the Two Trees, so the rest of Middle-earth is still dark. Yavanna’s still grieving for Melkor’s destruction of all of her original plant life, so she preserves as much as she can by putting it to sleep. Meanwhile, Melkor is off doing his thing in the north, steadily growing in power and strength. The Valar still haven’t found his stronghold of Utumno, and he expanded his operation into a second fortress called Angband, which he put Sauron in charge of.

The Valar are somewhat concerned about this, so they meet to talk about it. Tulkas is all in favor of going to war against Melkor again: “Are we just going to sit on our asses and let the Elves worship Melkor?” Mandos says that it’s fated that the Elves will see the stars before they see any other light, so there’s not much point in trying to clean up Middle-earth before then. So Varda, the star goddess, decides to make the world more welcoming for the Elves by putting new stars in the sky, which the narration describes as the “greatest of all the works of the Valar since their coming into Arda,” which… I don’t know, is creating new stars from the light of Telperion a bigger deal than creating Dwarves? Actually, I take that back — the Elves definitely would think it’s a bigger deal, because they care more about stars than about Dwarves. They give Varda the epithets Tintallë, “Kindler,” and Elentári, “Queen of Stars.” The constellations all have their own Elvish names, but there’s a few references in there that make it clear that the night sky Tolkien describes is the sky as we know it — Orion is called Menelmacar, and somehow fortells the Last Battle at the end of the world, and the Crown is called Valacirca, the Sickle, which represents doom. As soon as Varda is finished, and Menelmacar and Helluin (Orion and Sirius) rise, the Elves awaken. The Elves saw the stars before anything else, and so they revere Varda as their chief goddess.

The Elves first arose on the shore of a lake called Cuiviénen, the Water of Awakening. It was thought to be in the northeast of Middle-earth, but it no longer exists because the world has physically changed so much since then (seriously, the map depicts what is clearly the same land mass as the one in LotR, but the geography is otherwise unrecognizable). The Elves developed the first language, and called themselves the Quendi, which means (roughly) “those who speak.” The Valar were completely unaware of the Elves’ existence until Oromë happened to hear voices during one of his hunts. (Language is the beginning and end of all Tolkien’s worldbuilding, so, it doesn’t surprise me that his first people define themselves by their ability to speak, and that language is what leads the gods to them.) The Quendi are the Elves at their absolute peak — stronger, greater, and overall better than their descendants. The only thing the Elves retain as time goes on is their beauty, which becomes somewhat enriched by centuries worth of melancholy brooding. Despite having known about the Elves from the visions, Oromë is still stunned to actually see them. The name that he gives them, using their own language, is “Eldar,” the people of the stars.

At Lake Cuiviénen by Ted Nasmith

Of course, Melkor knew about the Elves before any of the Valar did, and so he got to them first. When the Elves become aware of Oromë, they are afraid of him. If the Elves ventured too far into the woods, they usually wouldn’t come back, so they blamed the disappearances on Oromë. Their oldest songs describe him as a shadowy terror who hunts down elves who stray too far from home. What actually happened to the poor Quendi who disappeared? Well, no one knows for sure, but one theory is that Melkor dragged them to Utumno and corrupted them, so that they became the ancestors of the Orcs. The Orcs are a ghastly parody of life, many times worse from Ilúvatar’s perspective than Aulë’s unsanctioned creation of Dwarves.

The Valar are ecstatic to hear that the Elves finally exist, but realize that, as usual, they need to do something to stop Melkor before he ruins everything. So, they go to war. Again. The Northwestern coast of Middle-earth is smashed to bits by the battle, and the Valar lay siege to Utumno. They eventually win, and bind Melkor with a chain so powerful that it has a name (Angianor). The Valar toss him into Mandos to rot, and while bound, Melkor stops being a problem for a while. However, there are still plenty of evil things lurking underneath Melkor’s fortresses, and the Valar still don’t know about Sauron. The Elves, meanwhile, are completely oblivious that any of this is going on, because the Valar kept them well-protected. Despite the fact that they had no part in the battle, Melkor blamed them for his initial downfall, because the whole war was fought for their sake. I’m sure that won’t cause problems later on.

The question remains of what to do with the Quendi. Middle-earth is really where they’re supposed to be, but it’s pretty banged-up after the war and still full of Melkor’s minions. Most of the Valar agree that the Elves should come to live with them in Valinor, beneath the light of the Two Trees, where they can live eternally in bliss. At first, the Elves don’t want to go to Valinor. They don’t know anything about the Valar, and everything they do know comes either through Oromë (who at this point has made friends with them) or through having caught glimpses of their scariest aspects during the war. Three Elves — Ingwë, Finwë, and Elwë — are sent as envoys to Valinor.

Ingwë, Elwë, and Finwë, by _star热爱生活呀巴扎嘿

They see the beautiful, paradisal place, and the divine city, and the two glowing trees, and are so awestruck that they tell all the other Elves that they should definitely go to Valinor. About half the Elves think this is a good idea and are eager to see the Two Trees, but the other half prefer to stay in Middle-earth under the stars, where they feel most at home. The ones who go to Valinor are called the Eldar, “people of the stars,” because that’s what the Valar originally called them. The ones who remain are the Avari, “the unwilling.” Unfortunately, Elf Brexit (Elfxit?) has near-permanent consequences, and the two groups of Elves don’t see each other again for thousands of years.

So, the elves are now divided into multiple ethnicities based entirely on whether they saw the Two Trees of Valinor, and how long it took them to do so. Those who went to Valinor and saw the Trees are the Calaquendi, the Light Elves. Those who did not go to Valinor, either because they voted to remain or because they got lost along the way, are the Moriquendi — the Dark Elves — because they never saw the Light.

The Eldar are further divided into three groups depending on which of the three envoys they follow. The ones who follow Ingwë arrive in Valinor first, and become the Vanyar, the Fair Elves, who are the personal favorites of Manwë and Varda. Ingwë himself became the greatest and most revered of Elven kings, but he never returned to Middle-earth. The Elves who follow Finwë become the Noldor, the Deep Elves, who are Aulë’s favorites. The third group follow Elwë Singollo (“Greymantle”), and they take the longest to make it to Valinor. They become the Teleri, the Sea Elves, and live alongside the water. (There are even more subdivisions of Elves than this, but I’m stopping there.)

Astride his white horse, Oromë leads the Eldar westward, and the map is getting more confusing as I try to follow their progress. The text mentions that the Elves have to cross the Misty Mountains, which were even taller and scarier in those days because Melkor had just raised them specifically to stop them from crossing. (Hey, did you know that the Misty Mountains have an actual name? They’re called the Hithaeglir.) But the Misty Mountains and the Anduin, both familiar landmarks, aren’t on the map. You know what is on the map? Minas Tirith. That implies that most of the map is where Gondor and Mordor are now, and… you know what, that’s just kind of messing with my head.

Okay, so, I did some map research. Although the coastline of the Silmarillion map looks very similar, not only is it not the same, it’s actually much further west than Middle-earth as we know it. The entire land mass is gone by the time LotR takes place. The easternmost thing on the Silmarillion map is the Blue Mountains, which are the westernmost thing on the LotR map. On the other side of them is what will be the Shire. The Misty Mountains and Anduin aren’t on the map because they’re even further east. That means that there are two Minas Tiriths; I’m really interested in hearing that story. You know what, all of my confusion could have been cured if this long-lost northwestern portion of Middle-earth didn’t have the same damn coastline.

This map attempts to show both side-by-side (though it can’t really be called accurate because there are plenty of other changes to the continent between the First and Third Ages). The entire Silmarillion map is that leftmost piece, on the west side of the first vertical mountain range:

One of the lands on the Silmarillion map is called “Thargelion,” which also happens to be the name of an Athenian month. Cool.

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JJ Maybank x Kiara Carrera (1k) How do you turn a haunted house into a home?

“Hang on, just gotta finish laying out all this plastic that you brought over. Nice to see money hasn’t changed you.”

JJ barely has time to duck before the still wrapped paintbrush goes flying over his head.

Glowering in the doorway, Kiara holds an unopened can of paint in one hand and a screwdriver in the other. She’s doing that thing where she’s pretending to be angry but is a little too high to keep up ruse. He gives it five - ten seconds, tops - before she gives up.

“Don’t worry, already signed us up for tomorrow’s beach clean up. We’re leaving at dawn. Knew you’d want to clear your guilty conscience as soon as possible,” she says, a challenging stare lighting up her eyes.

The most obnoxious part? He can’t even be mad at her, ‘cause she’s standin’ there in overalls, bandanna wrapped over her braided hair, in the middle of his living room.

Kiara fucking Carrera, in his house. The same one he never let anyone inside. The same one he had to enter through a window when they returned to the mainland. The same one that used to hold nothing but empty beer cans and pill bottles and the screams of a thousand past screaming fits.

That house.

“Only way I’m showing up to the beach that early is if I got my board with me.”

She smirks, kneeling down to open the can of paint, fingers covering the suspiciously scrawled White Dove label. “They’re already tied to the surf rack.”

One of these days, he’s gonna stop walking right into her traps. Maybe.

He grabs the painting off the wall, doing his best to keep his calloused fingers away from the delicate canvas. It’s the only halfway decent thing left here. JJ thinks his mom picked it out, has a hazy memory of her crying - with happiness, for once - when they stumbled across it at the thrift store. Luke was sober enough to hammer a nail into the wall, steady enough to hang the painting level over the mantle.

It hasn’t come down since. Not when her favorite dishes were smashed and thrown on the porch. Not when her remaining clothes had been tossed into the yard since she ain’t ever comin’ back for ‘em anyways.

JJ stumbles, unprepared for the weight of the frame, and takes a shaky step backwards. And then Kiara is by his side, calm and warm and smelling so strongly of coconuts that it makes him think of the island. The thought steadies him, even more than her light grip on his elbow.

His next step is more confident and he manages to turn, painting now securely in his grip. Her hand falls away silently and she retreats, the way she does when she’s trying not to make a big deal out of something. Like she’s trying to defuse a bomb before the spark is even lit. And maybe in the past that would piss him off enough to call her out on it, want to prove that he’s not that fucking fragile, but they just threw out the last of Luke’s shit. He won’t fling anger and pride and resentment back on the walls, not when they’d taken so long to scrub clean.

Instead, he sets the frame down in the kitchen, safely hidden, and returns to find Kiara struggling with the lid. She’s pulled back the curtains in the room, a haze of sunlight filtering in. JJ’s a little surprised to find the place capable of holding so much light, so much space. Maybe there’s no such thing as a lost cause after all.

Messing with the screwdriver, her brow furrows in frustration as she mutters out a string of curses, JJ only catching every third word. After her second sadistic piece of shit, he snorts out a laugh and joins her on the floor.

“Alright. Hand it over. This is a man’s job.”

Fury covers her features as she thrusts the tip of the screwdriver at him in what’s probably supposed to be a very threatening manner. Thing is, he knows when Kiara’s about to detonate too. Sometimes, he likes to light that fuse himself.

Sue him.

“JJ, I swear to god, I will walk right back out that -”

He cuts her off with a kiss, the screwdriver jabbing him in the chest before it falls between them, her hand snaking up to his neck.

Kiara pulls back first, the fire in her eyes changing hues. Slightly out of breath, she whispers, “I hate you.”

“Hate you too,” he replies, throwing on the smile he knows drives her just a little crazy. And it’s not that JJ can’t say I love you.

He has. He does. He will.

But they’ve figured out there are so many other ways to say those words, ways to show those words too.

JJ investing in his childhood home, working to repair something he could have easily torn down or run away from. Kiara showing up to help without being asked, despite all the shit he’d hurled her way the last time she was here.

Yeah, there are a lot of different ways to show it.

He shows it now by picking up the abandoned screwdriver, leveraging it just right, and flinging the newly opened lid at Kiara’s overalls. She grabs a paintbrush from her back pocket in retaliation, dunking it in the can, and flinging paint right at his face.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that,” he cries, diving across and tackling her to the ground. Her laughter rings through the living room, nestling into the walls, swirling with the light and dust in the air.

The house finally starts to feel like home.

-Lydia (SW4)

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Filmed Before a Live Studio Audience -Wanda Maximoff x Daughter!Reader

Whatever Means Necessary Masterlist

Summery: A mother and her daughter move to the sleepy town of Westview, and they both struggle to conceal their powers form Y/N’s new friend and her parents when they come for dinner.

Requests: Open

Age: Appears 15

Notes: In Wandavision episode one I’m aware that there’s no upstairs to the house, but in this story it’s different. The only reason I’ve changed this is because I didn’t realised until I had over five parts/paragraph things written with an upstairs being part of the house and I really don’t want to rewrite those parts lol.

Wanda Maximoff hummed happily as her kitchen utensils floated gracefully around her new kitchen.

She was trying to find a place for each, wether it be plates, cups or saucers.

She was in the middle of moving a plate when her daughter walked quietly into the kitchen, letting out a small gasp as a saucer just barely missed her head thanks to her just barely dodging it.

“Woah!”

Wanda put everything down using her magic, she too looked startled. “Oh! Y/N!”

You laughed.

Wanda smiled brightly, you had laughed, she had heard you laugh. For the first time in-

Stop

Her eyes were scanning your face for any sign of an injury.

Had she seriously almost smashed a plate into your face after-

“My mother and her flying saucers!”

Laughing chorused in the background. Wanda blinked, getting back into character as quickly as she had left it.

“My daughter and her quick reflexes!”

Laughing again.

You walked over to your mother who was on the other side of the island and wrapped you arms around her briefly.

Wanda, who looked like your average 1950′s bombshell, accepted your embrace eagerly and pulled you closer.

“Quite the team we make.” You muttered into her shoulder. Wanda’s heart melted and she placed her hand on the back of your head.

You pulled back briefly, and with a quick flick of your fingers all the pieces of the broken plate came together and you levitated the object over to where Wanda had been leaving the rest of them, while you did so your Mama made her way over to the refrigerator.

“What would you say to silver dollar pancakes, crispy hash browns, bacon, eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice and black coffee?”

You smiled brightly. “I’d say sounds delicious!”

Wanda smiled widely as the metal door opened.

“And I’ll say the fridge is empty.” Her sweet-as-honey tone rang out.

Laughs.

You frowned playfully.

“What, not even orange juice?”

“Sweetheart, not even milk.”

You smiled and walked over to the sink and poured yourself a glass of water, instead. The sound of a crowds laughter filled your ears the entire time, but something was telling you to ignore it, so that’s what you did.

“Mama?” You called as you walked closer to the wall.

“Hm?”

“Is there something special about today?” You inspected the calendar on the wall closely, checking to see if there was anymore writing.

Wanda looked at you for a moment.

Of course there was, you were aliv-

Here

You were here.

With her.

As you should be.

“Everyday is special when you’re here Y/N.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Thanks, but what does the little heart on the calendar mean? It’s drawn right above todays date, Did you draw it?” You drew back and gasped. “Is it your birthday!? Mama! I’m so sorry, I forgo-”

“No, no, no, no!” She interrupted you quickly as she plced her hands on your shoulders and you heard the laughing again. “Not my birthday, sweetheart!”

“Well... it’s not my birthday... my birthday isn’t for another... huh. When is my birthday, Mama? I can’t seem to re-”

“Do you not remember what today is?”

You looked at her, puzzled. But quickly decided differently. “Oh yes!” You lied. “Now I do, don’t tell me you have forgotten, Mama?”

Wanda’s grin faltered. “Sweetheart, how could I have been the one to forget if I had been the one to write it up?” She lied just as easily as you had.

Now you felt bad, but you were determined to find out what reason the day had for being special.

Wanda felt bad too, but she was just as determined. Perhaps it was something in the genes.

“Well then tell me what’s so important about todays date.” You responded.

“I thought you already knew.”

“I’m simply just making sure you know.”

Your Mama halted for a second.

“I think you’ve forgotten it.” You accused, matter-of-factly.

“Me? Heavens no! I’ve been... so looking forward to it!”

“So have I!” You exclaimed. “Today we are celebrating...”

Wanda came closer, hoping you’d finish. “You bet we are... it’s the first time we have celebrated...”

"Hmmm."

“... this occasion before.”

You nodded. “So it’s a special day!”

“Perhaps evening.” Wanda added.

"Yup.”

“It’s not a Birthday, it’s not Valentine’s day, is it Valentine’s day? I mean no it’s not Valentines day.”

Laughing,

“I mean it’s not like either of us would actually have anyone to celebrate it with.” You remarked.

Laughing, but louder this time.

“Y/N.” Your mother pouted playfully.

You settled down, deciding to drop the topic of the small heart. Surely it wasn’t too big a deal if you had forgotten what it was about.

“I’m off for a walk!” You announced, summoning your coat. “You can tag along if you’d like?”

Wanda smiled.

Although she contemplated not letting you go. She contemplated making you stare right there with her.

She was glad that you were already beginning to get to know your new surroundings.

“I would love to, my darling, I really would, but I really must get these pesky boxes unpacked.” Wanda apologised. “They won’t unpack themselves!”

Laughing. You looked at her strangely as you went over to embrace her once more before setting off.

She loved it. It had been so long, she missed your hugs, she wondered if you had missed her those five years as she had missed you those five months. Although that was impossible.

She stroked your cheek, although this time it was soft, healthy and there was colour.

This time when she stroked your cheek you were alive.

“Have fun, be back within half an hour and don’t wander too far.”

She didn’t want you to go, she had never wanted you to go.

She wanted to call after you, but you were already half way out the door calling your goodbyes to her.

The backdoor shut with a click.

“Now time for these boxes.” Your mother said to herself.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

“Miss Maximoff!”

You swung around at your name being called.

You were currently in town, taking in the new scenery and your new home.

The voice struck you as a familiar one, you were sure you had heard it before. But you didn’t know where from.

You saw a girl who was around your age with black locks that were curled upwards slightly wearing a white blouse and a purple skirt. She was making her way over to you.

Something in the back of your mind was screaming at you to run to her.

“Hi!” She grinned.

“Hi.” You replied back, almost unsurely.

“Oh, Gracious me! You don’t know who I am, do you? Silly me, allow me to introduce myself!” She extended her hand. “My name’s Kate. Kate Hart.”

“Kate...” you trailed off. Kate sounded correct somehow, but another second name was on the tip of your tongue, as soon as you tried to think of it your mind went blank.

You took her hand. “I’m Y/N Maximoff!”

“I know!” She smiled. “Wait, that sounded creepy, Sorry.”

“It’s ok, don’t worry. But how do you know my name exactly?”

“Oh, well me and my grandparents are your neighbours to the left. Arthur and Debra Hart, I moved in with them just recently, wait! I keep getting off topic.” Kate as she rambled on. You thought it was really cute. “I just wanted to say I’m super excited for tonight because there’s barely not anyone else in this town who’s my age so-”

“Forgive me for the interruption, but what’s tonight?”

“Ohhhhh your Mom didn’t tell you yet, but that’s cool I get it, your mom invited me and my grandparents for dinner at your house tonight!”

The heart on the calendar... heart... Hart!!! That’s what tonight was!!!

“Ohhhhhh yeah I think I remember her mentioning it.” You lied, you didn’t want to offend Kate, she was clearly excited and trying to be nice, and plus upsetting her even in the smallest way seemed like the worst thing imaginable to you.

You were always a nice girl, at least that’s what the voices in your head told you, you would never have wanted to upset anyone anyway. But somehow this thing with this girl was different.

Kate grinned. “Well, ok, cool.” She looked down at her shoes, a slight hint of red forming on her cheeks. “I’ll see you then! Do you guys need any help or-”

“No thank you, I promise we have everything under control.” You smiled.

Kate seemed nervous that she didn’t know how to keep the conversation going so you decided to put her out of her misery.

“I best get home, my mom wants me home soon, but I really enjoyed speaking with you, Kate.”

Kate smiled. She really was just a ray of sunshine.

“Ok! Have a safe walk back! And I’m super excited for tonight by the way.”

“Me too.” You smiled.

There was a feeling in your stomach that you didn’t quite understand. Were those butterflies?

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Wanda had just completed unpacking when she heard a knock in the style of a little tune on her front door.

She thought that maybe it was you who was home.

For that reason she walked quickly to the front door and pulled the knob.

She hid her disappointment well when she was greeted by the sight of a woman she had never once seen before in her life holding a flower vase in her arms.

“Oh! Hello there, dear, I’m Agnes, your neighbour to the right, my right not yours!”

Laughs.

“Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the block, my mother in-law was in town so I wasn’t.”

Laughs again.

Wanda laughed as she accepted the vase gratefully as it was handed to her.

“So what’s your name, where are you from, and most importantly how is your bridge game hon?”

There was laugher as she winked.

“Oh and I’m Agnes.”

Wanda grinned, perhaps she could make friends in this town after all.

“Wanda.” She held out her hand.

Agnes seemed to take her reply in for a quick second. “Wanda... Charmed.”

Wanda paused.

Why can’t I read you?

It didn’t take long for Agnes to notice the apparent speed of Wanda’s unpacking.

“Golly! You sure have settled in fast!” She exclaimed. “Did you use a moving company?”

Wanda set the vase down. “I sure did, those boxes don’t move themselves!”

Laughing once again.

“So what’s a single gal like you doing rattling around this big house all on your lonesome self? I don’’t see a wedding ring.” Agnes questioned as she looked around the living room.

“Oh I don’t live alone, my daughter lives her too, my Y/N. She’s gone to take a look around town at the moment.”

“Ohh? Y/N is such a beautiful name! What age is she?”

“Fifteen. Although the constant complaining of teenage mood swings doesn’t really apply to her.”

“Ah, so you’re the lucky one.” Agnus winked.

Laughing.

“Now Wanda tell me about your partner, surely a stunnin gal like yourself has someone special, considering your daughter and all!”

Wanda grimaced.

She hadn’t thought about Natasha that much yet.

There was too much excitement with you being back the move.

“My partner and I aren’t together anymore. There was just too much going on in our lives. Too much had happened and we both needed a fresh start.”

Agnes nodded. “I see...”

“It’s me and Y/N now.”

As it should be. How it always should have been. You should have never had to leave her side.

"Speaking of, she’ll be home quite shortly for a special occasion, just the two of us, a girls night if you will.”

Agnes’s face brightened. “Oh is it somebody’s birthday?”

“Not a birthday.” Wanda replied confidently.

“Well today isn’t a holiday of some sort is it?”

“No it’s not a holiday...” Wanda looked unsure.

“Perhaps her and a significant other’s anniversary?”

Wanda laughed. “If Y/N was seeing someone I’d know. So no not anniversary.”

“Well... you never know things like that could change quickly.”

Wanda almost glared at Agnes. She didn’t know wether or not she was joking, but she didn’t need thoughts like those going into her head. She had just gotten you back. She didn’t need anyone swooping in and disrupting your new lives together.

Another knock interrupted the current conversation.

This time it had to be you.

Once the door opened your welcoming and calming presence filled the room. She wanted to just pull you closer to her and cuddle for as long as you’d let her. You and your mother’s relationship had always been one of pure affection, from cuddling to forehead kisses, she settled on the latter.

“How was your walk, sweetheart?”

You ignored the stranger in the room for a brief moment so you could answer your mother.

“It was great, I’m really excited for tonight! Can we please bake cookies for it?” You grinned excitedly.

Wanda had always been overjoyed whenever you asked that question even as a child. She couldn’t refuse you now. Not after so many years of being apart

“Nothing would make me happier my darling girl, but first you should meet Agnes, our neighbour to the... Agnes?”

“To the right, my right not yours!” Agnes replied gleefully. “It’s so very nice to meet you, your Mom’s told me a bit about you.”

“Only good things I hope,” You smiled as you mother guided you to the couch. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Agnes, but of course your mother already told you that.”

You gave the two women a smile.

“Mama, if you don’t mind I’m going to get ready for tonight and unpack my bedroom a bit more, it was nice meeting you Agnes.” You gave your Mom a kiss on the cheek as you made your way over to the staircase. “Oh and Mama where’s the floss?”

“Top of the cabinet honey, you’ll have to climb a bit to get it. Just don’t jump down instead of climbing down again, it’s bad for the muscle and I don’t want to have to nurse an injury tonight.”

Not that she wouldn’t mind doting on you. But she still hated to see you in pain or injured. Or Dead.

“Yes, jumping like that is a dirty habit, but you already know all about that, don’t you ,Y/N?” Agnes butt in.

You halted halfway up the stairs, something inside you was telling you that what she had just said held significance.

Wanda stared at her neighbour.

“What?” She questioned, there was a slight layer of venom in her voice.

Agnes looked at her confused as you still stood at the staircase baffled as to why her words affected you like they did. You found yourself feeling your head, although you didn’t know why.

“You said it as if she had done it before, I meant no harm, Wanda. Honestly.”

Wanda collected herself, she can’t be having herself snap like that. Agnes had done nothing wrong.

“Go on Y/N, I’ll be up soon to help you unpack if you’ll let me.” She urged.

You blinked and nodded and proceeded up the stairs.

“Oh! I think I left something on the stove! So sorry for keeping you, Wanda. You enjoy the rest of your evening, ooo and those cookies!”

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You were aware of your mother’s footsteps ascending up the staircase. Her heals made it quite obvious.

“Sweet heart, you look beautiful. But why so fancy, may I ask?”

You shook your head and grinned.

“So this was a surprise from you?” You questioned giddily.

Wanda frowned. “Huh?”

“Oh you can stop pretending like you don’t know! I ran into the Hart’s granddaughter, you knew how nervous I secretly was about making friends and you wanted to help! Thank you so much, Mama. I love you!”

You pulled her in for a hug, not noticing her clear confusion.

“No problem my lovely girl...” You were still hugging her, and tight.

Even after all those years she could see you still did that with people you love. It broke her heart that that hadn’t been her for so long.

She didn’t know what you were talking about. But she wished she did. She wanted to have been responsible for the joy you were feeling. She should have been responsible for the little joy you might have felt the previous five years. She was your mother. She should have been there.

The amount of overwhelming love she had for you was indescribable, tears sprung to her eyes because of that fact. She hated that you would never be able to know the true depth of how much she loved you. How much she treasured you. She couldn’t put it into words.

It broke her heart that she had missed five of your birthdays, five of your Christmas’s, five of your halloweens which had always been a special time for you both because you would both have the best duo costumes, five first days of school, your first day of high school. She had missed everyday of the past five years of your life, every one of those days was a day you would go without your Mama’s love. And where was she during all this? She was dust, most likely floating around that place in Wakanda where she had been turned into such.

“I love you so much. I would do anything for you. I would do anything just to see you smile, to hear you laugh, or even just to hear your sweet voice.” Including raising the dead, literally. “I have loved you since even before I first felt you kick. I have always loved you. You were always my girl, my baby, моја беба. Words will never be able to describe how much I treasure you, love you and will always protect you. I’m so sorry.”

Somehow the love filled moment paused for you, you pulled back slightly. “Sorry for what, Mama?”

Wanda raised her eyes to yours, a look of anguish in her eyes.

Why did you say that? Stupid Wanda!

Your brain suddenly felt all foggy, like you couldn’t remember her last few words.

You cuddled in closer, ignoring the fuzziness of your head. What you were previously going to say forgotten.

A knock from the front door interrupted you and your Mother’s special moment.

You pulled back and beamed up at her. “That must be the guests!”

Wanda looked at you as if you had two heads. “Guests?!”

Laughs.

“For the neighbours. You invited them over. You said-”

“Yes!!! Oh yes I’m aware honey!” Wanda was not aware. Wanda had only just remembered. Wanda wasn’t in the appropriate clothing. Wanda had no food in the fridge. Hence Wanda could not make a dinner. Wanda was fucked screwed.

Another knock came to the door.

“You go get the door, sweetie. Mama’s gonna go check on the... turkey.”

Your face lit up even more, even though Wanda didn’t think that was possible.

“We’re having turkey?” You grinned.

Out of all the things why turkey? She cursed herself.

She nodded quickly. “Mhm. Quickly, quickly!”

You both dashed down the stairs, although you didn’t quite understand the need for the rush. Wanda was in front of you, and the second her feet hit the living room flooring she made a dash for the kitchen.

She would remember to actually write up words next time instead of a stupid little drawing.

She had gotten to the kitchen before you had even gotten to the door.

The woman could work fast.

You opened the door with large smile, and was greeted by two others as well as a serious yet neutral looking face.

“Hi Y/N!” Kate exclaimed.

“Hello! It’s nice to meet you all.”

“Why thank you, dear.” Kate’s grandma replied, she seemed to be a gentle soul. “Lovely meeting you. My name is Debra, this is my husband Arthur, and of course you’ve already met our granddaughter Kate.”

“Is your mother home?” Arthur asked suddenly.

“Arthur! Greet the girl!”

Laughs.

“I was simply just-”

While the couple were arguing, your eyes turned to a cringing Kate. You struggled to see how the three could possibly be related.

Kate had jet black hair, while Debra had a light chestnut brown, her grandfather had a shade of black but it looked only to be coloured as such due to becoming grey thanks to old age.

Kate’s eyes were blue (authors note: they’re blue in the comics) but Mrs Hart had sage green ones while her husband had plain grey ones.

Perhaps Kate took after her other side of the family.

“Would you like to come in? My mother’s just in the kitchen preparing dinner, but she shouldn’t be too much longer.”

The three of your guests made their way through the door, Debra coming through first.

The sound of pots and pans falling down came from the kitchen, causing all four pairs of eyes from the living room to turn focus to the closed shutters and door.

Laughs.

“One moment please!”

You dashed to the kitchen door but for some reason it wouldn’t budge, the guests didn’t seem to notice yet, though.

Laughs.

“Mom?”

“Just a second sweetie, don’t open the door... I’m getting changed.”

Laughs

“You’re getting changed?” You asked in disbelief, but only so your mother could hear.

“Yep.” Wanda sounded nervous.

“Into what?”

“My... cooking wear.”

Laughs.

“Oh?”

“Mhm. Just gimmie a sec sweetheart.”

More pots panged.

Laughs.

Your three guests looked in your direction again.

“She forgot where she left the cutlery.” You laughed nervously.

Kate’s grandfather let out a gruff. While Kate just looked at you and smiled.

“Your home is beautiful!” She gushed, you smiled at her friendliness that was somehow familiar to you.

“Thank you, I love your shirt.”

Kate looked down to the button up shirt she was wearing and smiled. “Thank you! Gran tried to get me to wear a dress, but I refused, I don’t know how she got me in that skirt you saw me in this morning, but I can assure you, you won’t be seeing me in it again.”

You both laughed while Debra rolled her eyes. “I just think that you should be dressing more like a lady! You are one after all. I mean look at what Y/N’s wearing! Why can’t you dress as she does?”

You were wearing a yellow tea length dress, but you only ever wore it on special occasions.

“Yeah but-” Kate saw your momentary frown when your dress was mentioned, she saw you didn’t want to get involved. ”Gran, let’s not do this now.”

You gave Kate a smile.

Ten minutes later the Harts and you were all seated on the couch, all indulging in a boring conversation about the importance of the order of numbers or something like that that involved Mr Hart’s work.

He and Mrs Hart seemed entertained, while Kate was slumped on the couch and you had your hand supporting your head as you struggled to stay awake.

It wasn’t until the kitchen shutters flew open that you felt like your savour had finally arrived.

“Dinner is served.” She called out.

Kate and yourself nearly jumped out of your seats while the Mr and Mrs Hard got up in a calm manner.

Everyone stood and looked at the meal from the couch, poor Arthur looked confused.

“Breakfast for dinner?” He asked unsurely.

Laughs.

“It’s European.” Wanda explained. Was is? “We’re Sokovian. I put on this accent, my natural one is a Sokovian one.”

“I see...”

“Breakfast or no breakfast I say we dig in.” Kate hurried and sat down, immediately picking up her knife and fork. Everyone else followed soon after.

“Let’s have a toast.” You spoke up. Although instead of you and Kate having wine like the adults there was sparkling water. “To my wonderful mother, and our esteemed guests.”

“Cheers.” Everyone chorused as they clinked glasses.

“Now let’s eat before our dinner gets cold.” Wanda smiled.

“Breakfast, you mean.” You wittingly replied.

Laughs.

Wanda gave you a smirk.

“So, where have the both of you moved from? What brought you here? And where is your father?”

Wanda let out a laugh, although there was a nervous undertone, and you immediately looked down at your plate with furrowed eyes.

“We moved from...” Everyone looked at you, expecting you to finish your answer, but in reality you didn’t even know the answer.

“What my daughter means to say is we moved from...” Wanda looked stuck, too.

“Yes! We moved from... er... We came here because we needed a fresh start.” You didn’t even know the meaning behind your own words, the latter part of the sentence having being drilled into your brain despite never hearing anything of the sort before. Where did you live before Westview? Why did you and you Mama need a fresh start? And most importantly- “And I don’t have a father.”

But you had someone else, you knew that you did. But you didn’t know who. Why didn’t you know. You were so confused. You could see red and green splash into your view but before you could but such colours on a face your head went fuzzy. Your head was doing that a lot recently, but why?

“I think you should surely know where you moved from.” Came the voice of Arthur Hart. “Where? Hm? Dammit where?!” He slammed his hand on the table. Kate decided to intervine.

“Grandpa, calm yourse- Grandpa?”

Mr Hart was holding his hands to his throat making a gagging sound. Heavens he was choking!

"Oh Arthur stop it!” Said Mrs Hart, but Mr Hart continued his series of convulsions. “Stop it.”

Kate and You both looked at each other, eyes worried.

“Grandpa?”

“Stop it.” Mrs Hart repeated. You looked at your Mama who’s eyes were focused on Mr Hart.

“Stop it.” But this time it wasn’t said to her husband.

“Stop it.” It was said to your Mama.

You turned your attention to the two of them, not entirely sure what was going on.

“Stop it.” It sounded more eager this time, more desperate, Wanda turned her attention to the Hart woman also, while Kate was still focused on her grandfather.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it-” It continued on. You wanted it to stop too, and you also wanted her to stop saying it to your Mama.

Mr Hart fell to the floor.

“Grandpa!!” Kate gasped, leaping up to help in any way she could.

He continued to choke, and you noticed a strange pattern between Mrs Hart and Wanda.

She looked to be crying whenever Wanda looked to Arthur, but looked happy whenever Wanda’s attention was on her.

“Mama help him.” You gasped.

Wanda got to the ground and before you knew it she had a piece of bacon in her hand, effectively stopping the choking.

“How did you...” Kate started.

Mrs Hart was still smiling, acting as if nothing happened, your Mama scanned your face, trying to see how you were mentally after that.

“Well, would you look at the time.” Mr Hart mused, shocking you. The man had almost just died and he was worried about the time.

Laughs

Him and Kate stayed standing while Mrs Hart stood up.

“We better be going,”

“Are you both alright?” Your mother asked.

“We had such a lovely time.” Mrs Hart smiled.

“We should do this again!” Kate exclaimed, seeming to have already forgotten the recent events.

Mr and Mrs Hart looked at her like she was crazy.

“Thanks so much for coming.” You smiled. Kind of getting over the events yourself.

“Thanks so much for having us, and for the dinner slash breakfast, too.” Kate replied.

Laughs.

Mrs Hart took Kate’s hand and the three rushed for the door.

“Goodnight!”

And with that the door closed.

Wanda let out a sigh of relief.

“I can’t believe you forgot.” You laughed.

“Hey! I did not forget!”

“Really? You said you were getting changed, you’re in the exact same outfit you were in when you entered the kitchen, and also, really? Breakfast for dinner being a ‘European tradition’? Since when?” You laughed, she looked a bit embarrassed “Also I’m pretty sure I saw Agnes at one point sneaking in front of the house with a basket of what I assume to be food only to make a dash for the back of the house.”

Wanda laughed. “My smart girl.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Tell me, where did you get that from? Because it certainly wasn’t me.”

“It was you,” You insisted. “You know that, you’re just trying to be humble.”

Wanda smiled, pulling you down on the couch beside her to cuddle you.

“I love you Y/N, so much.” And I missed you, so much.

“I love you too, Mama.”

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Hi again ! Well since there isn't much peter pan requests lately I am hoping it's alright that I request one? Where the reader tries to make Peter jealous (kind of like your other story"the plan") but maybe the readers tactics to make him jealous go too far and something happens, maybe the reader gets kidnapped or gets someone kidnapped? But then they save whoever and make up in the end and Peter tries to prank/make jealous the reader as payback? (I'm sorry if it's not the best request ;_;) Thank you so much if you do this request !! I just love your peter pan stories I keep rereading them a lot 💕

i'm glad you love the peter pan stories bc they are SO FUN to write (especially this one! that's around 4.2k words babe)

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Neverland is rarely short on entertainment. Still, on a day like today, all claustrophobic heat and humming insects, rattling pines and stiff branches, you can’t help but wish for something a little more invigorating. It’s not like you to feel trapped on this island; you chose it, after all, and you would choose it time and time again for all the centuries you have yet to witness, but then again, the urge to run still remains.

You could use a little something to break the stillness. The quiet mornings keep your mind spiraling in search of something to occupy your hours, and when you think for too long a time, you reach the one topic of consideration that you wish you wouldn’t know at all. This would be, of course, the fact that you love Peter Pan, and the corresponding fact that he couldn’t care less about you.

That isn’t to say that Peter hates you, he never could. You’re one of his Lost Boys, and that means that he would keep you by his side until the end of the world so long as you didn’t do a foolish thing like betray him. Most of these boys have been here for centuries. You’ve forgotten when it was that you arrived on Neverland, only that you would be content with never, ever leaving.

The problem came with the years in between then and now, the decades that rose and fell and left you here, gathering dust on the ground, lost in your own mind. You were not meant to love Peter; no one was, that’s why he is the way that he is and the rest of you are the same, but yet you managed it.

You’re not sure if that love is a victory or a curse, or merely just a testament to your spitfire way of never taking a no for an answer. Regardless, it dogs your footsteps, sinks you down into ash and mud, leaves you lonely in the one place where you should never have to be alone again.

Still, you have had your time of watching Peter from a distance, of pretending that he could love you back even half as fiercely as you love him. It will never come about, but you are on an island destined for the nevers and have-nots and couldn’t-bes, so you feel serene about letting your own heartbreak beat upon you like the tides upon the shore.

A shout from the camp drags you out of your reverie, and you join the growing throngs of Lost Boys in streaming into the center of the main clearing to see what the fuss is about. One of the boys, Devin, has come sprinting in from the direction of the beaches. Hands on his knees, he’s bent double as he tries to catch his breath, but you can tell from the excited shine in his eyes that whatever news he bears is worth hearing.

At last, he manages to contain himself long enough to gasp out his piece. “Ships on the shore,” he chokes out, “I’ve seen them. Black sails. I think it might be–”

“Pirates,” a voice finishes behind him, and the Lost Boys turn as one to see Peter Pan strolling out of the woods from the direction of his Thinking Tree.

Devin nods. “Did you see them too?”

Peter lifts a shoulder. “I can feel them approaching our waters.”

He shudders slightly, as if the sensation of oncoming pirates is just about as friendly as insects swarming your skin or having your hair set on fire.

The Lost Boys break out into excited murmurs. Visitors to Neverland are rare, often decades in between, and pirates typically make for some good memories. They’re always stunned to find a beautiful, magical island populated by a mess of immortal teenagers, you’re always welcome to a fight that you’ll win, and both parties part ways with a story they’ll tell for generations to come.

Peter nods solemnly, as if he can tell where your respective trains of thoughts are going. “Yes, pirates. Stay on your guard, boys. They’re likely not to be trusted, but then again, are we?”

You and the other Lost Boys break out into raucous calls of never, never, and Peter grins. “Let’s give them a proper welcome, then, shall we?”

With that, the camp is lost in a flurry of boys rushing to get their bows and arrows, spears hurriedly shined, and daggers fished out of old cloaks. You melt in with the rest, hurrying down the hills towards the edge of the forest. You can see a distant speck of a ship in the distance, but as the winds ferry it closer to the banks of your beloved island, you start to see corners of dark, inky sails, spires of masts, and ant-like pirates scurrying over the decks.

“Think they’ll be trouble?” A voice beside you asks.

You turn to see Peter regarding you, acid-green eyes latched on yours. You shrug.

“Pirates tend to be trouble,” you acknowledge, “but they’d have to have heard the rumors about this island. They could just have stopped by to trade a few things or get rid of their sea legs.”

Peter chuckles. “Either way, we’ll get a good show. Look, they’re dropping off anchor now.”

He gestures towards the open sea, but keeps his gaze on you, as if watching the scene play out on your face would be infinitely preferable to seeing it in real life.

As it turns out, the pirates aren’t looking for a fight. Not yet, at least. A small landing crew of about a dozen or so drag their rowboats onto Neverland’s sandy beaches. They seem to be of all ages, young and old, dressed in tattered silks and salt stained satins, cotton kerchiefs tying back curls and twists and shining heads. Gold hoops dangling from ears match jeweled rings on calloused hands, and they walk as if they’ve owned the world’s riches a thousand times over.

One in particular seems to be about your age. He’s a boy with blood-red curls dangling in his eyes, the ends bleached from so much time in the sun. While his captain addresses Peter with their goals, this pirate keeps his deep brown eyes on you, a smile never leaving his crooked lips.

The pirates are only there to refill their water and food supplies, or so they claim. Regardless, Peter is more than willing to let their schemes play out in favor of some sublime entertainment, so the pirates are welcomed onto the island with open arms, even if a few are clutching daggers behind their backs.

The boy you’d noticed before finds you as soon as his captain finishes speaking. He swaggers up to you, absentmindedly tucking a russet curl behind his ear.

“I’m Blythe,” he offers, “Blythe Law.”

“Y/N L/N,” you say, and the boy grins.

“Y/N,” he repeats, treasuring the syllables against his tongue like they’re the sweetest of symphonies, “I am most certainly glad that we stopped by this island.”

You arch a brow, unable to hide a smile. “And why’s that?”

Blythe dips down into a theatrical bow, one hand reaching up to pull a clearly stolen tricorn hat from atop his head. “Because it put you in my path, obviously. I’ve stolen many pretty things, but none measure up to you.”

“You haven’t yet stolen me,” you counter, but the boy seems unruffled.

“Perhaps not yet,” Blythe smiles, “but the tides are changing.”

Before he can elaborate on just when this might be happening, your conversation is interrupted by Peter, who strides quickly up to the two of you. Despite Peter’s penchant for feigning hospitality for pirates, he shoots Blythe an irate glare.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll be needing Y/N,” he says irritably, before all but dragging you away.

You wave a hurried goodbye to Blythe, then turn to Peter with an exasperated sigh. “What could possibly be so important that you had to pull me away like that? If you keep this up, the pirates are going to realize that you actually do hate all of them.”

Peter scoffs. “I thought you weren’t in the habit of fraternizing with pirates, Y/N. It’s not a habit I’d encourage you to keep up.”

Your mouth opens to issue a challenge, but something occurs to you, something that makes you silence yourself even before you speak. Peter doesn’t usually act like this, but then again, he doesn’t usually have an opportunity to doubt your loyalties as he’s currently claiming.

In fact, if you think about it, it seems as if Peter is jealous. Peter Pan is fiercely proud of his Lost Boys, but at the end of the day, they are his and his alone. Perhaps he’s afraid that you’ll be tempted to grow closer to the pirates, and that’s why he’s acting like this.

For once, though, you have some sway over him, and you intend to use it to your advantage. If Peter can be tempted to feel jealous over who you speak to, maybe he can be convinced to feel something a little stronger. Blythe Law seems all too willing to play along with whatever game you’ve decided upon, so why not take it a little further?

You hook your lips into a smile. “Of course not, Peter. I’d hate to upset you.”

Peter nods slowly. “Good,” he says, but his eyes are still suspicious. He’s not wrong to have his doubts, of course, you plan on causing far more than your usual share of mischief.

The pirates will be staying the next few nights, so you just happen to be among the few Lost Boys who volunteer to help guide them to a clean source of water. You make sure you’re talking closely with Blythe the entire time. Even if Peter isn’t immediately beside you, that isn’t to say that he isn’t watching.

Your efforts are rewarded when you return to the Lost Boys’ camp later that night. Peter stays away from the campfire, preferring instead to stalk back and forth in the dark shadows of the forest. His eyes dart briefly to you when you return to the camp, but his gaze seems to stray to your wrist, your shoulder, all the places where Blythe had gently rested his hand upon you for a moment or so while you were walking.

It appears that your ruse is working well. A little too well, in fact. About twenty-four hours after the pirates arrive on Neverland, Felix pulls you aside for a little talk. He glances around to make sure nobody is listening, then leans close to you, his voice as harsh as a blunt blade.

“Whatever it is that you’re trying to achieve by talking to that pirate,” Felix hisses under his breath, “you need to stop. You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“We’re on Neverland,” you counter, “All of our games are dangerous.”

Felix sighs. “You know what I’m talking about. Pan has been– restless, as of late. I think you and I both know why.”

You spread your hands. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. We all hate pirates, of course, but I didn’t realize that me talking to one of them would cause him such grief. I didn’t think it was even possible. I didn’t know that Pan could feel a damn thing about any of us.”

Felix swats you on the shoulder. “You know that’s wrong as well as I do. Sure, we may not know what’s going on in Pan’s head, but I’d stop trying to mess with it if I were you. Sooner or later, he’s going to get tired of playing along, and then what’ll happen?”

“Peter Pan never fails,” you whisper, and Felix nods.

“Never. Even if he’s playing against you. Even if he likes you better than the others.”

Your eyebrows startle up at his remark, but Felix just smiles grimly and vanishes back into the forest. You’re left staring at the plants still murmuring restlessly where he’d just stood, his words racing through your head. If Felix suspects something, and Felix knows Peter the best except perhaps for you, then–

Well, it means nothing. Not unless Peter says something about it himself. You square your shoulders and head back to camp. You’ll keep playing your games as long as you please so long as it gets you what you want, and right now, you’re the most important person on this island to Peter. Even the sting of knowing that it’s never going to be quite what you want is nothing compared to that.

After a few days, though, Peter’s patience starts to wear thin. He corners you early one morning after you and the rest of the Lost Boys are leaving the campfire after breakfast. You’re still high on the bright shine of the dawn sun and feeling utterly invincible. Nothing can bring you down, especially not the success of your ruse so obvious before you.

Peter’s jaw is locked as he stares at you. “You’re spending an awful lot of time around the pirate camp,” he comments, “not sure why, though.”

You shrug loosely. “They’re interesting people, with tons of stories about all they’ve seen out there on the endless waves.”

You make sure to inflect your voice with a little bit of longing as you mention the sea. Let Peter wonder if you’d ever leave him, let him try twice as hard to keep you around.

If Peter’s falling for your ruse, though, he gives no sign of it. “Why would you ever want to spend time with a pirate? All they can offer you is hard tack, scurvy, or despair.”

You snort. “That’s just your own point of view. You love hating pirates, Peter, because whenever they’re around you feel so superior.”

Peter arches a brow. “Of course I feel superior, they’re pirates. I think you’re missing my point.”

“And I think you’re missing mine,” you counter, “I’m allowed to talk to whoever I want.”

You’ve left him an opening, and Peter takes it. “Not necessarily,” he says, voice like venom, “you’re still on my island, remember? That means you follow my rules.”

You take a half step closer to him, daring him to react. “And your rules involve keeping me away from cute pirates?”

Peter’s face twists with something that could be anger. “They do. I don’t want to see you around them again.”

With that, he strides away. You have no doubt that he intended to leave you fuming, but instead, you’re just smiling to yourself. Looks like your plan is working just as you’d hoped, Peter is more jealous than you’ve ever seen him.

The next step, of course, is to disobey the rule. You don’t do it directly, of course, even though you’re trying to provoke Peter you’re not stupid enough to invoke that much of his wrath. It just so happens that you’re practicing with your bow and arrow in a clearing where Blythe happens to walk. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a coincidence.

Blythe stalks towards you, hands casually jammed into his pockets. “Fancy meeting you here,” he says around a proud grin.

You just laugh. “I live on the island, where else would I be?”

He shrugs. “You never know for sure.”

As he walks closer, you pretend to back up. “I’m not supposed to be talking to you,” you say.

Blythe arches a brow. “Really? And who said otherwise?”

You give him a look, and he nods knowingly. “Ah. Pan. You know, you don’t always have to listen to him.” He says.

You chuckle. “And who else would I listen to?”

Blythe’s face hardens. “Me.”

He pulls his hands out of his pockets, and you realize that he’s clutching a glimmering handful of something that looks like pixie dust. Your eyes widen, and you turn to run, but it’s too late, he’s throwing the magical dust at you. It sticks to you like a second skin, weighing down your eyelids. Your last thought is that you should have listened to Peter, and then you think nothing at all.

When you manage to wake up again, your head is aching as if it’s been split by an axe. Sitting up slowly, you try to press a hand to your temples, but for some reason, you can’t seem to reach that far. After blinking the last of the spots in your vision away, you realize that you can’t do a thing because your hands and feet have been bound with thick rope.

You startle, and stare around you in horror. The ground is tilting beneath you, but that’s not due to nausea from the pixie dust. Quite the opposite, in fact– you must be at sea, at least judging by the sapphire waves visible through the portholes in your cell. You’re in a small room, wooden timbers making up the floor, ceiling, and walls. When you try the door, it’s locked by a thick iron chain, and you have no key.

Just as you’re trying to see if you could perhaps pick the lock, the iron chain retracts with a click and someone lets themselves inside. It’s Blythe, grinning at you like a stage performer after a show. You must be glaring at him, because he laughs. It’s a more twisted sound than you remember.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Y/N. It’s not personal, alright? We needed leverage over Pan, and you work the best for that. Besides, if things go poorly, I’m sure you’ll grow to like the sea.”

You frown. “Leverage? What for?”

Blythe leans casually against one of the walls. “Neverland is quite the island, you know. Our crew could make a killing out of all the plants and magic you crush beneath your boots everyday. Pan would never give it up, of course, but he’d be willing to make a deal with us if we had something he wanted.”

He gestures towards you, and you laugh. “You must be out of your mind,” you say, “Pan would never come for me.”

Certainly not after you disobeyed him. No, Peter will laugh over your corpse. This is what happens to those who break his rules, he’d say. You’d fade into obscurity as a legend of what Lost Boys should never become, someone who thinks they can play games with Peter Pan and win. If only you’d followed Felix’s advice while you still had the chance.

Blythe’s smug grin fades slightly when he realizes you truly believe what you’re saying. “That’s ridiculous,” he says, “Pan clearly valued you more than the rest. He spent all his time staring at you.”

You laugh coldly. “I hate to say it, but you’ve misjudged your enemy. I hope you have a fun time losing your claim to Neverland.”

With that, you settle into a seat on the ground, stretching your bound legs out in front of you as if you couldn’t have another care in the world. Blythe stares at you for a second longer, but when it’s clear that you’re done talking, he scoffs irritably and leaves, locking the door behind him once more.

You’re fully ready for the silence of the ship to engulf you again, but you’ve scarcely started trying to wiggle out of your bonds before you hear a sound behind you. It’s strange, you shouldn’t hear a thing other than the faint sounds of conversation drifting down from the deck above you, but it comes again anyway. In fact, it sounds almost like a knock.

You whirl around, and there before you is Peter, pulling himself through a nearby window. He laughs at your shocked expression.

“Come now,” he says, “you didn’t think I’d let the pirates win, did you? What do I always say?”

You can’t help but laugh along. “Peter Pan never fails,” you respond, and Peter nods with a solemnity that quickly fades into a proud smirk.

“Never,” he repeats, “although I’ll have you know that I called this from the first day. Didn’t I tell you that pirates were nothing but trouble?”

You roll your eyes, albeit a little fondly. “Maybe you were right. Just a little bit.”

He seems altogether too pleased with that, so you hold out your bound hands irritably. “Alright, alright, you’ve had your moment. Now, can you please get me out of here?”

Peter chuckles. “I thought you would have wanted to stick around a little longer, but now that you mention it–”

You cut him off with a sharp glare, and he subsides into quiet laughter instead. Peter flicks out a knife from his belt and saws through your bonds, then extends a hand to you to help you out the window. You’ve heard the other Lost Boys bemoan the rare times Peter’s tried to test their belief by flying with them using pixie dust, but you don’t hesitate a second.

The wind whips by your ears as the two of you soar away, Peter’s hand clasped around yours to make sure the two of you aren’t separated. You touch down minutes later, but your feet have barely hit the ground before Peter lets you go. Now that you’re out of danger, his pleased mood has left him in a flash.

“Why were you there, anyway? How’d they get you so easily?” He asks pointedly.

You try your best to look innocent. “I was practicing my aim with a bow, and they kidnapped me. Nothing more than that.”

Peter’s eyes narrow. “You were talking with that pirate, weren’t you?”

You shrug. “Technically, he sought me out. I was minding my own business.”

Peter groans, frustrated. “Do you ever do anything I ask? This could all have been avoided if you just listened to me.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “Hey, I don’t think either of us would have guessed that Blythe would have tried to kidnap me.”

“Then why else would I have had problems with dear Blythe?” Peter asks, voice dripping with scorn.

You lift a shoulder. “I don’t know, Peter, you tell me. You were the one who was freaking out when he so much as smiled at me.”

Peter looks away. “I just have an eye for these sorts of things, that’s all. Honestly, you should just be praising my intuition.”

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing. “It actually worked. You’re really–”

You cut yourself off in the nick of time, but Peter’s eyes still snap up to you.

“I’m really what?” He asks, suddenly suspicious.

The game’s already up, so you figure you might as well reveal your hand. “You’re really jealous.”

Peter stares at you. “That was the whole point of that? You wanted to see if I would get jealous?”

You shrug. “I’d say it worked pretty well. Technically, I didn’t get the idea until Blythe talked to me the first time. I just wanted to see if you would care if I looked like I wanted to leave.”

Peter’s face sombers. “You meant what you said to that pirate, didn’t you? You legitimately didn’t know if I would come for you or not.”

You shake your head slowly. “No, I didn’t.”

Suddenly, you can’t take the force of his stare. “And why would I know, for that matter? You treat all the other Lost Boys as if they’re far more important than I am. The most you could feel towards me is apathy.”

“You’re wrong,” Peter says softly, and your flood of words cuts off mid-storm.

“What?” You ask.

“You’re wrong,” he repeats, “I feel more than that. That’s why the pirates knew to take you to get to me. They knew that if there was one person I could not stand to lose, it would be you.”

Your breathing seems harsh and erratic in your ears, but then again, that could just be the silence pressing in all around you. Even the usual sounds of the jungle seem to have gone quiet so they can listen in.

“You care about me?” You ask, not daring to lift a single hope.

Peter nods. “More than anything. More than I should. I wasn’t just jealous of that pirate, Y/N, I was afraid that you would go with him and leave me behind. I can take the passage of time, you know, I can live with the centuries, but I cannot survive on only the memory of you without the real thing.”

You should say something. You need to say something, but the fear of saying the wrong thing and ruining this most precious moment closes up your throat. Instead, you opt for the action which is both the easiest thing to do and the hardest thing in the world: you kiss him.

Peter Pan isn’t usually surprised, but you swear he gasps quietly when it happens. Then he’s kissing you back and you haven’t ever felt more confident, more sure of yourself, than the fact that Peter likes you just as much as you like him, if not more. The force of his love is strengthened by the centuries, hundreds of years of living that taught him that he has never felt anything like this.

As for you, well, your centuries have taught you the same thing. You have plenty more ahead of you, which is perfect, because you will need thousands of years to bear the weight of all the love the two of you will share.

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Not So Childhood Crush

Smutilogue (amab edition) Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.4k a/n: lmfao here's the smut piece y'all asked for. hope it lived up to the hype. i made two of these. they both use gender neutral pronouns, but one is obviously with a vagina and the other with cock n' balls so pick your poison. they are slightly different despite starting off the same. not just body part switching but what happens in general but mostly the same. mo ghràdh and mo leannan are variations of 'my love' in old gaelic. afab version

“I thought you were with everyone else,” you mused, not even needing to turn around to see who it was.

“Say less.”

You licked your lips, looking him up and down like he was going to be your next meal. Which, in a way, he definitely was. You placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back. He let you guide him to the chair next to the table, sitting down in it as you straddled his lap. He looked up at you with a raise of his eyebrows. “What do you have planned in that brain of yours?” You shook your head.

“Just kind of letting my body take the lead on this one.”

You kissed him again, pressing down into him. Immediately, you felt that he was already hard and the groan that came from him only confirmed it. You were too, so there wasn’t much you could say. Just that little bit of making out was enough to rile you up. Man, the both of you were so touch starved. “Looks like we’re both a little pent up, hm?” He just looked at you with a lust filled expression.

You slid off his lap, making sure to really grind against him. He let out a low noise, a dangerous look in his eye. “Careful doing that, love. I might not be able to control myself.” You just looked at him with a small smile. “Doing what?” you asked innocently and he narrowed his eyes.

He watched as you lowered yourself between his knees, your hands trailing from his knees up towards his groin. You gripped his thighs, feeling him twitch slightly. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I think I’m just trying to make sure you feel good.” You just winked at him before your hands found their way to his buttons, quickly undoing his pants and pulling him out of their clothy prison. Your eyes widened as he stood at attention before you. Damn. You could tell he was big, but not this big. It was large, veiny, and desperate for attention. The amount of precum that was currently coming from the tip was giving plenty away.

“I know it’s a lot. We can always do somethi-”

You glared at him. “You underestimate me and I don’t appreciate that.” You didn’t raise no quitter and you were already this far. You dragged your hand along the length of his cock and he let out a shaky breath, gripping onto the chair. You licked your lips and smiled.

You continued to stroke him, watching him slowly melt into the chair. You sat up on your knees a little, thinking for a moment. Surely you could fit the entirety of him down your throat, right? Only one way to find out. You wet your lips once more before pressing a kiss to the base of his cock. His eyes opened and he looked down at you. His face was flushed and he was panting softly. You rather liked that image. It wasn’t often you saw him looking so…vulnerable.

You dragged your tongue along the underside of him, not once breaking eye contact. Your tongue flicked his tip and he let out a small hiss through his teeth. Then you started to slide him into your mouth, slowly taking all of him in.

He was large, yes, but you were determined. His own eyes bulged and he opened his mouth to protest only for whatever thoughts he had to immediately disappear as he let out a guttural moan. You felt him twitch inside of your mouth as you began to bob your head. He groaned, his hand finding its way to your hair as you did so. He tugged slightly, rolling his own hips a bit to create more friction. Good thing you didn’t exactly have too much of a gag reflex or you’d be in trouble.

“Y/n!” The both of you froze. His eyes were wide and so were yours. You stopped mid movement, just sitting there with his cock in your mouth as the two of you didn’t dare breathe.

Luckily, from where you were seated, it looked like Killer was just sitting at the table. You were out of view, your current situation was out of view. As long as the person didn’t come into the kitchen.

You slowly started bobbing your head again and Killer looked at you. “Are you really-” he breathed, groaning. You just winked at him as you continued what you were doing. You feel like he would’ve done the same in this situation.

“Oh, Killer. Have you seen y/n?” Wire popped into the doorway. Killer jumped slightly, pulling you in a way that shoved him even deeper down your throat. Your nails dug into his thighs as you were trying to keep it together. It took you a moment to recover, but you persisted.

“Ah, no. I think they already headed o-” He covered his moan with a cough as you blindsided him by giving his balls a nice tug.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I think they already headed out. I’ll be there in a bit.”

Wire shrugged, nodding. “Alright. I’ll send them your way if I find them. Make sure you’re okay.” With that, he left.

You felt his entire body tense before he released a load down your throat. You slowly pulled off of him, swallowing as you did so. You licked your lips, looking up at him with a half-lidded gaze. Your own body was buzzing. Hell, you almost came just from that. Man, these pants were feeling so tight.

He was panting, slouched in the chair. You knew he wasn’t out for the count yet, his cock still rock hard.

“That was evil,” he breathed. You were panting as well, just grinning up at him. He reached out, pulling you up to kiss you again. “I’m going to make sure you pay for that,” he mumbled. You raised your eyebrows. “Are you?” He nodded.

In one swift but gentle motion, he had you bent over the table. Next thing you knew your pants were around your ankles, leaving yourself completely exposed to him. Especially with the tight pants you had been wearing? You were glad you decided to not wear underwear in this situation. “That was way too smooth,” you gasped, looking back at him. “You practice that?”

You felt him move around behind you. With a quick glance over your shoulder, you did a double take. “Wait, is that lube? Did you have it on you this whole time?”

Killer blinked, looking at you. “Uh, yeah?”

“So, you really were planning this?”

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded. You know what? Good for him. Going and getting what he wants. Even if that’s you. You weren’t going to complain. With the way you were already feeling, you knew it was going to be a good time.

A sharp hiss pushed through your teeth as you felt the cold liquid on your backside. “I figured it’d be a little warmer if it was in your p-” You clenched your jaw, whimpering slightly as you felt his fingers starting to toy with you.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he mused.

“I said,” you were trying to be just as cocky as he was, “I thought it’d be warmer i-” You were cut off even sooner as you felt one of his thick fingers make its way into you. You clawed the table, biting your lip to try and hold back your own noises. “Dammit,” you grumbled. You weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“I still didn’t quite catch that. One more time.”

You did your best to try and muster a glare but with the way he was moving his finger around, pressing against your walls, it wasn’t very effective. You took a deep breath, going to try one more time before he didn’t even let you start this time, sliding another digit inside of you.

You let out a long whine this time, your mind slowly clouding more and more with lust. You weren’t going to last very long at this rate. He was already reducing you to a blubbering mess.

He began to move his fingers around inside of you, twisting and scissoring them. Fuck, you didn’t know this could feel this could. Sure, you’ve done it yourself, but it wasn’t the same. And it’s not like you ever really had the time or opportunity to fool around either.

You could feel yourself tensing up, ready to put over the edge when he slipped his fingers out. You whined, looking back at him. There was a smug smile on his face and you pouted at him. “You bastard,” you mumbled.

“The confident and dominant doctor now suddenly at my mercy? Don’t mind if I do.” He grinned before concern spread over his features. “Now, are you su-”

“Killer, I swear to fuck, I need that thing in me right now. Don’t think twice about it.”

You knew he was concerned about his size, but you weren’t. He seemed to hesitate again and you opened your mouth to say something when you felt the fat head of his cock press against your twitching hole. He began to slowly slide himself inside. Of course, he had probably been lubing himself up too, not hesitating.

You closed your eyes, head resting on the table as a loud moan escaped from you the further he pushed inside of you. “Oh fuck.” You were clawing at the table, leaving marks in it. Good thing this table was already destroyed enough with different marks. Blended in perfectly. Everyone would be none the wiser.

You felt him stop. “Are y-” You casted a glare over his shoulder and he closed his mouth, nodding. Right. You were fine. You’d say otherwise if that was the case. If he tried asking again, you might just have to take matters into your own hands.

By the time he bottomed out, the both of you were panting. It had felt like an eternity but it honestly didn’t take that long. “Holy shit,” you mumbled.

“You took the whole thing,” he purred against your ear. “It’s like you were made for me.” A shiver ran down your spine and you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper. Fuck. You took a deep breath, about to say something smart back when he began to roll his hips. Fucking dammit. He wasn’t going to let you say anything. How could he be so cocky and not let you retort!

Not that you could even think right now. All of your thoughts were slowly fading as all you could think about was the man currently ruining you right now. Sure, his movements started off slow, but it didn’t take long for him to find a pace that you two were comfortable with. Then he just really started going to town on you. You absolutely were going to need to be carried around. There was no way you were going to be walking anytime soon.

The room was suddenly filled with noise. Skin slapping against skin, pants and moans coming from the both of you. The incoherent babbling you were also doing. You weren’t even sure what you were trying to say or why you were trying to speak. It was all involuntary. You were a sobbing, drooling mess as you kept egging him on to absolutely wreck your shit.

You felt him pull you up as he ruthlessly pounded into you. If you had any thought process, you would have wondered what he was planning. Not that you would’ve had to wonder for long as he wrapped his hand around your cock and started stroking it.

And now you were seeing stars. The absolute pleasure you were experiencing was on a level you couldn’t have ever imagined. Your entire body was buzzing, your legs were growing numb from the sheer euphoria. It wasn’t long before you were sent over your edge, crying out some incoherent nonsense as you climaxed, painting the table below.

Killer pressed you back into the table, roughly gripping your hips as he absolutely pounded deep inside of you. You honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if you ended up with bruises, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Suddenly, your vision went white as he slammed into a spot that you didn’t know he could reach. You cried out again as you came once more, your entire body trembling. Hoyl fuck, that was the best thing you’d ever felt in your life.

It wasn’t long before his movements also grew erratic and his hips stilled as he climaxed deep inside of you. So much so that it was almost too much.

Both of you were panting heavily, you completely collapsed into the table and Killer relaxed against you. He pressed soft kisses against your skin as you both tried gathering yourselves. You let out a long whine as he pulled out, leaving you gaping, twitching, and oozing. You pouted slightly as you suddenly felt empty and a little cold. You could feel as his semen ran down your leg.

Eventually, your breathing evened out and you could think again. You let out a small chuckle. Killer looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “What are ya laugin’ a’?” The more he was exhausted, the thicker his accent. You loved it, though.

“Ta fact tat our firs’ time’s on ta kitchen table,” you mumbled, your accent just as thick. You were going to have to make sure to do some extra cleaning later. People ate here, after all. He was quiet for a moment before he snorted, laughing with you. He turned you over, kissing you softly.

After another moment of gathering yourself, he finally picked you up. “I think it’s time we get cleaned up and head to the festival before the entire crew comes looking for us,” he mused. You settled into him with a hum. “Mm, sounds good to me.”

Killer slowly set you down, keeping an arm around your waist as you were a tad bit wobbly. Eustass raised an eyebrow. “Are you alright? You look a little pale.”

If you didn’t already, you definitely did now. You just glared at your brother as you tried to think of a way to lie your way out of this. Quincy, bless her soul, immediately knew what was happening and came to your aid. “Well, they’ve done nothing but babysit the crew the last couple of months! They’re probably exhausted!”

Then things carried on like normal. Everyone was loud and rambunctious, just like you were used to. Things were finally returning to normal, though a bit better than they used to be.

“Oh, y/n.” Wire looked at you. You raised your eyebrows. “Yes?”

“If you were with Killer, how come I didn’t see you on the ship with him?”

Your eyes widened and you blanched as Killer laughed. Quincy’s eyes were shining because she knew she was about to receive the juiciest gossip of all time.

#how come i can only get the confidence of writing smut when im absolutely smashed this isn't fair #also a threw up like five minutes ago so im gonna sleep good tonight lmfaoooo #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer x reader #killer one piece #massacre soldier killer #am fics #cc #smut

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