Hey!! So I just wanted to say I absolutely love your work. It's literally so good, and everything you post is so addicting like i could read this all day
Anyways so I kinda want to read the comics but have zero idea where to start and I'm so overwhelmed right now I feel like I'm going to cry
If you could like point me in the right direction, that would be awesome!! I kind of want to read about every bat kid to like see how they act and behave outside of fanon expectations (my dc canon knowledge starts and ends with teen titans let's go :D )
Oooooof, uhhhhh, let me see.... I'm not GREAT with comics, at all. So, like, moots if you wanna help out here...
Honestly?
I recommend looking online for bat kid reading orders (even though this suck sometimes and don't order them right, smh)
But:
Dick Grayson
Definitely the new Batman & Robin : Year One, I forget the writer but it should be 2024/ 2025.
Teen Titans... I... I don't know which one.
Nightwing (in general) comics, just avoid Devin Grayson I believe... Umm... And never even looked at "Nothing Butt Nightwing." I dunno, I am NOT equipped with Nightwing or his time as Robin.
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Jason Todd
Robin era is personally my favorite, pre crisis or post, as short as it was, it should be Batman (1940) issue 408 onwards (I WANNA SAY, could be wrong, I also don't know what issue to stop at, so...) is where he's picked up and Batman calls him an urchin.
(Fair warning, the classism is kinda hard to read when you grew up in poverty, just saying it sucks and Bruce isn't much better at it, very rich white saviour at times but Bruce makes up for it in his love for Jason and just being a Dadâą so far, I have NOT read to far into it.)
Death In The Family (obviously, iconic)
Ummmmmm... Under The Red Hood is LEGENDARY, and Jason's just amazing, love me a mentally unwell man with explosives and Daddy issues.
Task Force Z is supposed to be good, but I think it's the "latest" for Jason.
Red Hood & The Outlaws (with Bizarro and Artemis, I personally wouldn't TOUCH that awful Starfire characterization.)
Do. Not. Read. The. New. Comic. Series. They. Are. Making. I WILL COME FOR YOUR FIRSTBORN!!!
Anyways :D
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Tim Drake
A Lonely Place Of Dying (Just 'cause that's when our boy shows up.)
Robin 1993
The DC Tim Drake pride special
Tim Drake: Robin
Knights Terrors: Robin (It's two issues but I love me some Tim and Jason being brothers even if it's OOC.)
There's also the Ebola ark, No Man's Land, et cetera... Tim has been Robin for about 30 years I wanna say, so there's a lot of him. I wish Jason could've gotten ebola...
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Duke Thomas
We Are Robin
Batman & The Signal
That's the ones I KNOW, at least, there's while accounts dedicated to Duke / Signal, uhhh, I don't know any off the top of my head but I'm sure a moot can @ them, same for Stephanie Brown and Cass.
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Damian Wayne
Gods I... I do not know Damian. UH...
Damn...
Okay.
I'll... INTERNET!
Reddit people saved me again, thank gods.
Do NOT touch the New 52 I SWEAR, I WILL EAT YOU!!! IGNORE THE NEW 52!!! THEY MADE EVERYTHING EW AND TIM EVERY KIND OF -IST!!!!! And I think they paired of Jason and Slade for a team up and ew, because Slade.
(though it can be debated he was already racist but we aren't gonna get into that because I don't wanna think my king is anything but perfect and problematic in the least toxic way u_u /joke)
And I don't think Super sons is mentioned in there??? So, supersons. Because Joker Junior. And I guess Jon and Dami. I guess /j
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STEPHANIE BROWN!!!
(Cue sharp inhale)
Lemme just find every time she was ever mentioned in the comics.
THANK YOU BITIMDRAKE FOR THE FOLLOWING:
đŹ 0  đ 165  â€ïž 389 · Complete Stephanie Brown Timeline & Reading Order · (*for the Post-Crisis/pre-Flashpoint era)
Steph spent over a decad
Th complete Stephanie Brown reading order, plus:
I... I don't think the left one is straight. BUT NEITHER IS STEPH SO LET'S GO!!!
I believe @abadcaseofthestephs has a LOT more stuff on her and what comics to read, so go check THAT account out.
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Cassandra Cain
Uhhh, gonna be fr, I only know Batgirl (2000) and Batgirl (2025) off the top of my head and can't think of anything else. I know she appeared in Red Robin, but that's... All I got.
Obviously, look her up and you can find the reading orders, if you want more accurate characterization I'd look around Tumblr because I'm sure there's someone who has an entire reading list for our queen.
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And I think that's all Bruce's kids plus Steph? That... Should be. Hopefully.
. . . I think you can tell my favorites in this list. Oops.
Hey friends, I decided to challenge myself in June to create a short game, and what better way to do that than to bring our favorite mansion to life! This challenge was a learning experience for me to learn the basics of game dev, which I enjoyed tremendously and hope to do more of!
âš Play as the housekeeper of le Comte de Saint-Germainâs mansion, who is left alone to do as they please. But there is work to do, and the residents have left notes in their respective rooms of their requests!Â
âš Finish them all to gain access to entries from Sebastianâs âOh no, they didnât!â journal and learn something new about the boys we know and love.Â
âš For more info, head over to this link! (And do let me know what you thought of the experience!) đ đ đ
day barely even started and I already had to hear "thank you for being our wives, sisters, aunts" and "keep being women and giving birth and being delicate unlike us men" as compliments for international women's day
contents. smut, dubcon, use of cursed speech, reader has sex with yuta thinking itâs inumaki, alcohol consumption, not proof read
wc. 2.2k
sypnosis. yuta wants to have his way with inumakiâs girlfriend
Parties that involved alcohol were a mess.
Although, halloween parties that involved alcohol were an even bigger mess, because now, not only was your memory hazed with the vodka, you also couldnât recognise anybody; nobody was wearing their regular outfits, and their faces were regularly covered by masks and glasses that accompanied their costumes.
You had trusted your boyfriend, Inumaki, to keep you safe as you downed more and more of the drinks that the homeowner had to offer their guests; and as you ingested more cups of booze, the hazy vision of your boyfriend's serial-killer mask became blurrier from a distance.
You became more erratic, more excited as you partied harder- It was getting easier to tire yourself out, and it wasn't long before you felt the aftereffects of being blackout drunk since you sensed that you had been stumbling through the corridors of the house, passing by what looked to be Megumi... Or was it Yuta? Their hair was almost the same, so how were you supposed to tell the difference? You could barely make out their face, so it was impossible to deduce.
Well, it must have been Megumi, because it certainly wasn't Yuta. The real Yuta, in fact, had been standing in an adjacent corner to Inumaki, who had given him his mask to hold while he helped to wheel more kegs of beer into the house with Yuji so that Maki could engage in a drinking competition with Todo. Although the guests at the party all seemed incredibly invested in the showdown that was about to commence between the two of them, Yuta couldn't care less, and to be honest, he seemed a little annoyed that Inumaki cared more about the contest than taking care of you.
Perhaps if Yuta had known that you told Inumaki not to constantly follow you around and take care of you, he would've been much more lenient with how he thought of him... Or maybe he wouldn't have. Of course, this is Yuta we're talking about. You had pleaded your boyfriend to just let you have fun and for him to just go off and do his own thing, so he must've just been following your orders.
However, Yuta saw it as an insult.
Maybe he thought himself to be some kind of knight in shining armour, one that would appear in times of distress when the prince was nowhere to be found. If Inumaki wasn't going to be there to help you, then that was fine. Yuta would jump into the ring to carry you to safety, just as he had always fantasised about in his little daydreams including you.
He had ascended the stairs, passing by people rushing to the living room to witness the drinking contest, essentially leaving him alone with the only other person on the second floor. Once he had concluded that nobody else was around, Yuta pulled Inumaki's serial-killer mask over his head and pulled his hood up to cover his scruffy-black hair before going off to search for youâ Because you'd likely be more open to accept his help if you thought he was your boyfriend.
Of course, despite Yuta believing it obvious that he 100% deserved to be your boyfriend way more than Inumaki did, he knew that he just wasn't as close to you as he would've liked to be. You didn't trust him, you didn't like walking alone with him, and you'd much rather spend time with Inumaki than Yuta. In your head, it's no surprise. Why would you ever prefer to spend time with your boyfriend's best friend? However, Yuta couldn't help but feel a little let down by the constant rejections.
To one of the bedrooms, Yuta pushed the door open to just about see you stumble in front of one of the beds. You were very-much awake, yet still clearly drunk, as you fell to your knees, attempting to grip the bedsheets to pull you up, only to bring the blankets down with you in your descent. Once you had fallen on your back, you stared up at the door, which you had heard open, and greeted the person entering with a wide grin.
"Toge!" You beamed brightly upon viewing the masked man, immediately flipping yourself over so you were on your hands and knees. "I'm glad you got my message!â I was afraid you would've had your phone on silent... I could only send one before my cell died." You grinned, tossing your battery-absent phone in front of you.
A message? Yuta's brain whirred as he thought to himself. If she had sent Inumaki a message, then it could be likely that he would come looking for her soonâ Assuming that he wasn't still pre-occupied with the drinking competition.
Yuta closed and locked the door behind him for safekeeping, and he reached for your phone to put it safely away on the nightstand.
He had knelt in front of you when he pulled the phone away from your grasp to put away, and you immediately took control of the situation by grabbing him by the hoodie.
"Don't come down to the floor with me. Bring me up to the bed!" You demanded. "I messaged you telling you to ravish me- The least you could do was do it somewhere comfortable!"
Yuta's cock immediately twitched in his pants.
Oh, he was burdened with such a glorious opportunity.
For some reason, there wasn't an ounce of guilt that came to him when he had hoisted you up onto the mattress, pulling your pants down in a swift tug to reveal yourself in your slick-coated panties. When your pants had fallen down to your ankles, you kicked them away so you had only been left in your top and underwear, opening your legs so that Yuta could be met with your needy, clothed cunt.
"Fuck, look at me, baby..." You whined, your own fingers teasing at the hem of your top. "I need you so bad, you don't understand..."
You wrapped your legs around his waist to force him closer towards you, desperate to feel more of him a you grinded against the crotch of his jeans.
"It's not fair... Before Maki went downstairs, she and Noba' got to do it in the bathroom..." You frowned, weakly lifting up your own shirtâcausing Yuta to assist you in the action to reveal your breasts that were squashed together through the use of your push-up bra. "I heard them... And Noba' was telling me about it afterwards too! I wanna do it with my boyfriend at a party as well."
Yuta's face was almost bright red behind the mask he was wearing, though it didn't seem to deter him from what he was doing. As you continued to whine and fiddle at the fly of his jeans, the more that he felt that he really couldn't help himself. Any person with the same amount of love in his heart for you would've done the same... Nobody could have made him feel guilty for gently fishing his cock from his pants and aligning it with your aching pussy.
"AwâNgh! T-Toge-!" You babbled as his hips thrust into you at a steady pace. His hands were tightly latched onto your plush thighs, his thumbs gripping your flesh so hard that he may as well have left dents in your skin.
The way you mewled his best friends name was certainly a turn-off for him, but it wasn't like it had been something he could at all change. He certainly wished that it was his name that you were calling as the tip of his cock slid in and out of you, but there was nothing much that he could do without exposing himself and revealing his dark pervertedness. So for his own, pure benefit- and the fact that he couldn't stans you moan Inumaki's name one more time, his hand reached towards your lips, sticking both his middle and ring finger deep into your mouth.
Instead of rejected this gesture, you just licked around his digits, sucking the length of his fingers as if it had been something you had done before with your boyfriend. The way you whimpered around his fingers caused saliva to drip down the corners of your lips- an action which had only sped up the harder Yuta's thrusts became. You had sucked on his fingers like it was a pacifier, which only made him want to press his fingertips deeper into that pretty, little mouth of yours. You looked beautiful sprawled out onto the bed beneath him, licking him while taking his dick like a good girl.
Yuta was so close, he could feel his climax building up- and the squeezing of you around his length certainly did not help his desperation. Your legs had began to shake and you were instinctively rubbing at the sensation pooling between your thighs, babbling on about how "it feels so good" and how "nobody does it like you, Toge".
"âTogeâ" You whined out, Yuta's fingers still in your mouth, your back arching as the pleasure hit your g-spot over and over again. More spit had leaked from your mouth as you went to speak again, and your indication of wanting to talk caused Yuta to retract his fingers and look at you with open ears.
"âC'mereâ" You beckoned, holding one of your hands up to cup the side of his face. "Iâ Wanna kiss you..."
Your thumb hooked the edge of his mask, which immediately made his heart pound. Yuta had slown his thrusts down immensely and grabbed you by the wrist to prevent you from lifting up the mask. This action had only entailed more confusion from your part.
"...Please..." You begged. "Pleaseâ I'm so close, just... Let me kiss you..." You pleaded, leaning up to prepare yourself for an embrace from him.
He didn't want his identity to be revealed to you- which was something that would most definitely if you saw that he didn't possess the seal of the Inumaki clan around his mouth. It was something that would have been an immediate, dead give away- which is why his heart practically dropped when your other hand had reached up to tug at the bottom of his mask instead.
However, Yuta had reacted quickly. Using his own technique of mimicry, he had swiftly copied the technique of cursed speech- one that had been possessed by Inumaki himself; and in copying such an ability, the snake and fangs tattoos had generated on his tongue and cheeks.
Yuta had leant back a bit so you were only able to pull the bottom half of his mask off, but you seemed satisfied with it either way. All it took was to see the very same Inumaki clan-tattooed lips that you kissed every day to make you understand that you truly must have been in safe hands.
Noticing that you had no intention of pulling the mask up any more than you had, he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them into his, leaning down so he was pinning both of your palms firmly onto the bed so that you wouldn't attempt to unmask him again. With the part of his face that he was revealing, he engulfed you in a desperate, sloppy kiss- accompanied by the continuous pumps of his own cock into you. The way you moaned into his mouth feasted at his own pleasure, and the way he could feel your heaving chest press right up against his was even more thrilling.
Though, in the sheer heat off things, Yuta could sense that the mask was beginning to slip off in the midst of the moment. He didn't want to stop now, especially since he was seconds away from finishing, but the mask was becoming dangerously close to falling off and revealing who it truly was behind there. Perhaps it was because you had lifted it to reveal his mouth to you, but as he continued kissing you, the felt the plastic steadily retract from his face. You must've sensed it too, because your eyes had opened just the tiniest amount, probably in the hopes to see the face of your boyfriend.
It was a shame that he had to do this, especially since you hadnt seemed to reach your high yet- he supposed that he would just need to finish without you. Yuta pulled away from the kiss for just a split-second, a trail of saliva still connecting the two of your lips as he initiated Inumaki's technique.
"Sleep."
Your body went limp as it was put to rest almost instantly, and it was then thay Yuta felt his cock burst with pleasure, pulling out to shoot the ropes of thick cum across your softly breathing stomach.
âŠ..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Â
Tw - dirty talk, assplay in Suguru's, daddy kink in Nanami's, (Got a bit carried away in the geto one haha) also not proofread cause I got tired.
A/n this was requested so tysm to the person that requested it but a part of it is kinda a repost because I've already done something similar before but I hope you guys like it! Gojo, Geto, Toji, Choso, Nanami
Gojo Satoru
This is how Gojo sounds when he's close. (Ik this because he fucked me before so you can trust me on this)
He's very loud when he fucks you and he'd also whisper a lot of nasty shit to your ears while he's rutting his hips inside you, fucking you deeper into the bed while he has your legs over his shoulders, hissing and groaning at the way your tight cunt sucks him in so well, while your sinking your freshly manicured nails that he paid for into his back, decorating it with angry red marks and when he's close he'd be panting and breathing heavily on top of you, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto you from how much he's been fucking you.
"Fuckfuckfuck gonna fill you up so good baby, m'gonna stuff you so full of my cum, bet you'll like that yeah?".
Geto Suguru
This is how Suguru sounds while you're riding him in cowgirl position, he has a clear view of the way his cock slides into your soaked cunt every time you bounced on it, he just can't take his eyes off of it, the way your cunt would swallow his cock in and the way your ass jiggles every time you moved your hips, it was so hot. One thing that really caught his eye though was the way your asshole looked so neglected and desperate to be filled, he thought this would be the perfect opportunity to try something.
he spat on his right thumb, making sure to gets his spit all over it to use as lube before circling it around your hole, spreading his spit all around it then sinking his thumb slowly into the tight rim. He hisses as he felt how tight your ass was, clammed around his finger. He noticed how you started slowing down, and how your moans got so much louder, he lands a sharp slap on your ass. "Fuckkk sweetheart k-keep going, Fuck yeah, keep bouncing on my cock, yesss that's it, don't worry princess I'll make you feel s'good". He groans, feeling your cunt fluttering and cleaching around his cock.
He starts thumbing your ass, fucking his finger in and out of you matching your rhythm. "Holy fuck need you to cum, Be a good girl and cum f'me yeah?". He hisses, feeling you thrusting your hips faster and faster onto him, your brain gets all fuzzy and blank it was too much, both of your holes were getting stuffed and penetrated. You start feeling yourself getting closer and closer as you bounced yourself on top of him. "F-fuck sugu gonna cum, M'gonna cum!" you cried out. "Go ahead, cream on my cock baby you can do it fuckk", and that's all you needed to hear before you came undone, creaming all over his cock, rings of your nut appearing at the base of his cock, his thumb still buried in your ass to the hilt. He lets out a loud groan, looking at how your creamy cunt covered in cum. "Good fucking girl, see the mess you made on my cock baby?".
Toji Fushiguro
This is how he sounds when he's close, he doesn't really make that much noise while he's fucking you, maybe you'd earn a few groans and grunts once in a while because of your cunt but most of the time it's just dirty talk.
But when he's close, he gets so much louder and faster, he picks up his pace, hammering into you harder from behind while your face is buried into the pillow beneath you and landing harsh slaps onto the soft flesh of your ass while looking down to watch it jiggle everytime he thrust his hips against you. the sound of his cum filled balls that's waiting to be emptied inside your little cunny, slapping against your clit filling the room with each thrust along with your muffled moans. Your cunt was clamping around him like crazy because one thing about Toji, he always fucks you so good every damn time.
"Holy fucking shit, tight little cunt milking my cock so well, you gonna give me another kid baby or what?".
Choso Kamo
This is how he'd moan while you're on your knees sucking his cock and he's getting close; he'd be whimpering and moaning loudly while saying stuff like "pleasepleaseplease m'so close don't stop please" with tears prickling from his eyes while he's looking down at you. He begs you alot and he's also really sensitive so that makes him moan and whimper even more.
Nanami Kento
This is how he sounds when he's ramming his cock up into your poor messy cunny in his work office, purposely molding your tight hole into the shape of his thick girth as his large beefy hands gripping onto the back your thighs to hold your legs up into a full nelson-type positon but the difference is that he's sitting down and your back is leaning against his board chest.
His thrusts was hard and fast as he continues feeding your greedy tight cunt with his fat cock, loud pants and groans escaping his lips at the way your cunt tightens around his cock while he stretches you out. "Hah- oh fuckk such a good little slut, taking daddy's cock so well, s'good f'me baby". His deep and husky voice made you throbbing around his cock while he ruins you.
Now that the quality of Duolingo has fallen (even more) due to AI and people are more willing to make the jump here are just some alternative apps and what languages they have:
Language Transfer (Languages: French, Swahili, Italian, Greek, German, Turkish, Arabic, Spanish, English for Spanish Speakers)
"I want a good audio-based app and money's no object"
Pimsleur (Literally so many languages)
Glossika (Also a lot of languages, but minority languages are free)
*anecdote: I borrowed my brother's Japanese Pimsleur CD as a kid and I still remember how to say the weather is nice over a decade later. You can find the CDs at libraries and "other" places I'm sure.
"I have a pretty neat library card"
Mango (Languages: So many and all endangered/Indigenous courses are free even if you don't have a library that has a partnership with Mango)
"I want SRS flashcards and have an android"
AnkiDroid: (Theoretically all languages, pre-made decks can be found easily)
"I want SRS flashcards and I have an iphone"
AnkiApp: It's almost as good as AnkiDroid and free compared to the official Anki app for iphone
"I don't mind ads and just want to learn Korean"
lingory
"I want an app made for Mandarin that's BETTER than DL and has multiple languages to learn Mandarin in"
ChineseSkill (You can use their older version of the course for free)
"I don't like any of these apps you mentioned already, give me one more"
Bunpo: (Languages: Japanese, Spanish, French, German, Korean, and Mandarin)
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: once upon a time, you weaseled your way into the demon pirate hunter's confidance, and maybe even his heart too. but one bounty gone wrong leads to you being left behind, and you just can't understand why.
đđšđ§đđđ§đ: swearing, use of Y/N, angst with a happy ending (sort of), mention of alcohol, an oc i really like :), reader has a backstory, takes place three years before Zoro meets Luffy
đđ«đđđ€: lost at sea
đ/đ§: so i turn 18 in three days and school starts back tmr and everything's getting so real all of a sudden đ anyway here's a three part fic i've been holding back for a few weeks
part one . part two . part three
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The breeze washed in from the sea, brushing your hair away from your face so you couldn't hide behind it any longer.Â
The stitched up slash across your back throbbed with every breath you took, and honestly, you were shocked you were even standing this long. But youâd spent three days lying in a stupid bed, arguing with your green-haired companion to no avail. You couldn't stand to lay down any longer.
He was leaving you on this stupid fucking island, and there was nothing you could say to dissuade him.Â
So now, standing on the docks of Syrup Village, you tried to ignore how your heart ached watching Zoro make arrangements with the captain of a nearby supply ship. Despite every hardship youâd known in your life, never had you felt so helpless. And that was saying something.
It felt like just yesterday youâd been an apprentice under a skilled apothecary, studying chemistry and botany day in and day out, displaying prowess in the field. You were on your way to opening your own apothecary one day. Until the pirates attacked.Â
For years after they sieged your village, you were the decorated captive of cruel pirates, forced to use your knowledge and skill to craft poisons that would end hundreds of lives over the course of your imprisonment. The fates of your faceless victims haunted you by night, even now.
But then, after so long of that neglect and servitude, you were freed. It was just over a year ago the pirate crew was torn apart by a single boy with green hair and three swords. His intention hadn't been to rescue you, of course, that was clear by the bounty he took on the captain of the ship. But he didnât leave you there, and to you, that meant everything.Â
Zoro found you annoying to no end, what with your insistence that you repay your debt to him despite his insistence that he wanted nothing to do with you. Still, he never truly forced you away, not finding it in himself to do so.Â
So leads the tale of how you forced your company upon the notorious Demon Pirate Hunter, becoming his lifeâs greatest annoyance, and consequently, his only friend.Â
Zoro had never been too socially inclined, always managing to say the wrong thing. He felt glaring was the extent of communication he neededâand you never minded. You let him have his silence and made a little game out of trying to make him be the first to break it.Â
When he glared, you glared right back, keeping his stare with twitchy eyes and silly expressions until he had to break the contact, lest you discover the smile hidden on his face.
Eventually, he stopped trying to ditch you at every port, opting to feign sleep and curl into your side atop a musty inn mattress, shared to âsave beriâ as he put it. You knew it was more than that, of course, but you let him keep the pretense that he wasnât fond of you for at least a little while more.Â
The pair of you fought side by side, tracking down pirates by day and whispering in low-lit corners by night. The happiest youâd ever been was by Zoroâs side, but all happy things end.
Zoroâs most recent bounty had gone very, very south.
One moment you were in the middle of following Zoroâs lead, taking out the sparse crew with your dagger. It was supposed to be a simple job, with you covering Zoro as he went for the captain of the crew. Key word being supposed.
The motions leading up to the fatal moment were still a blur, but you would never forget the cold terror that rushed through you as sharp steel slashed the skin of your back. You collapsed immediately, the pain so great that your body chose to go numb to protect you from the intensity.
And though now you swore you were fine, Zoro saw every paranoid glance you cast over your shoulder, as though afraid it would happen again. Suddenly you felt thrown back in time, meek and terrified in the face of cruel pirates, crafting whatever poison they required.
You werenât very surprised when Zoro told you he wanted you to remain in Syrup Village, but that didnât make it sting any less.
The village doctor, a woman called Vee, didnât hesitate to agree to letting you room with her. She had been looking for someone to split rent with anyway. Vee said she could always pay you to deliver medicine, and after hearing of your background in apothecary, she was very excited to expand on your teaching through an apprenticeship. (You hated to admit you were excited to learn how to cure people, not kill them).
It was all so sudden and unreal. Zoro seemed so eager to leave you behind. He hadn't met your eyes since youâd regained consciousness and your entire being ached from the absence of his ever faint smile.Â
You didnât know how much more of this you could take.
Zoro's eyes remained on the ground as he approached you, and only when he stood right in front of you did he raise his gaze scan over your body. Still, he never looked you in your eyes. âAre you sureââ
âIâm fine, Zoro,â you cut him off, saying his name sharply, coldly even. In all honesty, you were exhausted. You just wanted to sleep away the pain in your body as well as in your heart. âWhen do you leave?â
âSunrise.â So soon. The words left his lips like they had no significance at all. Like this wouldn't be the last time he ever saw you. Youâd always known Zoro would put his dream above you⊠but it was very different to experience it in real time.
It seemed he finally realized what a burden you were. It was only a matter of time, really. You cleared your throat, feeling a burn rise from your neck to your tongue as words begged to be let loose.Â
Not seeing much point in holding back anymore, you let them.Â
Your gaze flicked back to his face as got right in his line of sight, catching his eyes and locking him in place. The air felt heavy. âIâll be better in a week at best. Iââ
âNo.âÂ
It was like getting smacked in the face all over again. To save you the shame of having him see you cry, you turned your face away, a new wash of anger coming over you. âFine. Fuck, see if I care⊠You snore anyway.â
Your voice broke off into a weak crack, and you were turning on your heel to leave him on the pier before he could say anything. With tears rolling down your cheeks, you walked into Veeâs little home, sat on the cot sheâd given you, and took off your boots. It didnât feel like home when you slept your sorrows away. There was no warm body at your back, no arm slipped around your waist that would be gone in the morning, off getting a lead on the next bounty.
Sleep found you, somehow, and your dreams were filled with memories of days much better than this.
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Zoro hated this. Every emotion he was feeling was another dagger to his lungs. Every break of your heart was a scorch on his chest.Â
He downed another drink, tossing it back in one motion. Youâll be safe here. Syrup Village was⊠quaint. Free of any action, free of any danger. Though, the more he looked around, the more he thought that this was not your type of scene. He couldnât explain why, he just knew: you were going to hate this place.
But you were safe. That was all that mattered.
Zoro called the bartender over for yet another drink, not keeping a tally of how many heâd downed that night. Swirling the alcohol around the glass, he forced away every feeling and every doubt. In Syrup Village, you would recover, away from the danger his line of work required.
Never again would he hold your dying body in his arms.
A figure sidled up to him at the bar. He glanced over. There was Vee, the village doctor, and your new housemate. She looked less than pleased as she snapped for the bartender. Receiving a glass of vodka, she turned to Zoro with steely eyes. âSheâs beside herself, you know.â
He didnât need this. He really didnât need this. âWhat do you know?â
Veeâs brows drew with the challenge. âI know that poor girl is lying in my house crying over you, asshole.â She tipped her drink back and slammed it back down. âLet me tell you somethinâ, Pirate Hunter.â
Zoro waited, eyes locked on the counter. âThe moment she woke up, you know what she said?â Vee let out a weary sigh. âShe said whereâs Zoro? Is Zoro okay? I need to see Zoro.â
âYour point?âÂ
âMy point,â Vee nearly snarled. âIs that Iâve known her what, two days? And itâs already plain to me. If your plan is to make her care for you turn into loathing, youâre on the right track, pal.â
Gripping his empty glass, Zoro was at a loss. He knew you cared for him. Hell, he cared for you just as much, if not more. Which is why he had to do this. You could barely even standâhe saw through your act in secondsâand itâd be much longer than a week for you to entirely recover from your injuries. He felt like clawing out his hair, like screaming even. Why did the right thing feel so very wrong?
Vee leaned on the counter, kissing her teeth. âMy advice? Donât leave with her thinking this is on her.â
âWhy would sheââ
âTrust me.â Vee settled him with a glare. âShe thinks this is her fault.â
Vee knew nothing, Zoro told himself. Vee had no right to step in on his relationship with you, or lack thereof. There was no way in hell Zoro would let Veeâs words get to him.
Which is why he was sitting on the curb across from Veeâs house, trying to figure out what to say to you that would salvage the only friendship heâd had since Kuina.
His head in his arms, Zoro tapped his toe on the cobblestones, and closed his eyes. What would Kuina think of him, so frazzled over a girl like he was a kid again. Not just any girl, though. This was you, so it mattered more than he was ready to admit.Â
A little grin worked its way up his face. Kuina would call him a coward. Sheâd punch his arm and tell him to just lay it all out.
âShe hates me,â he whispered to no one. âIâm making her hate me.â
Like a ghost, he swore he heard the smug voice of his sparring partner at his side, a ghost's words burning into his brain: What are you gonna do about it, Roronoa?
He wasnât sure how long he sat there, pathetically regretting every choice that led him to this moment, but it had been long enough for the street lamps to shut off, casting the road in a dull darkness enough to make him start creating figures in the shadows.Â
Rubbing at his eyes, Zoro decided he needed some sleep. He left early in the morning, after all. But you, his heart screamed, in direct contrast with his head.Â
You had completely infiltrated Zoroâs life. You were brash and defiant, insisting on following him around the East Blue until you could repay him for freeing you from your bastard captors. You stayed even after your life debt was paid, your hurricane person sticking to his side. You were like a bruise he discovered one day, unsure where itâd come from and at a loss as to when it would go.
Even now, you were a sore on his heart, working your way into his very soul.
His every blink was haunted by your smile. His every move was watched by your admiring gaze. These days he couldnât even breathe without knowing youâre safe.Â
Zoro knew that even if he left and never turned back, heâd never get rid of you. There was too much of you wrapped up in him, and it was terrifying.
He raised his eyes to the house across from him, and glanced over the hand painted sign reading Healing Remedies and Modern Medicines swinging in the midnight breeze. The light in the top window taunted him, the draping curtains daring him to walk in and reconcile.
But what if you didnât want to? Your temper had always been reliable, never failing to rain upon those who wronged you. Zoro had never had the privilege of being on the receiving end of your wrath, and he was in no mood to start.Â
A sigh forced its way out of him, heart thundering for reasons beyond him, and Zoro had to wonder why exactly he cared so much.
He was the Demon of the East Blue. The most feared pirate hunter this side of the Grand Line. He wielded Wado Ichimonji. And yet, Roronoa Zoro was crippled by the thought of how crestfallen you had looked that evening. When heâd told you no, something he rarely ever did. If only he could just tell youâŠ
The light in the window went off, and he was really, truly, completely in the dark.
His head hit his knees, one hand going to rest on his sword. Zoro had no clue what to do. Perhaps⊠Perhaps it would be best to leave it all at this. You would grow to hate him, eventually, but you would never be hurt because of him ever again.Â
âYouâre gonna catch a cold.âÂ
Zoro just about unsheathed his sword, halfway standing by the time his eyes readjusted to the dark, and the outline of you settled in his head. You stood there in a nightgown with your arms crossed, expression unreadable.Â
He relaxed, sitting back on the curb and averting his eyes. He heard you scoff, the fabric of your dress rustling as you moved to sit beside him. âIdiot,â you murmured, and he had to agree.
Instead of saying what he wanted to, Zoro demanded, âWhatâre you doing?â
Your eyes burned into the side of his skull, unrelenting in your blatant scorn. Sucking in a breath and letting it out, you felt your tolerance for bullshit meet its end. âI'm sitting. Zoro?â
When he barely even hummed in reply, face turned away from you, you rolled your eyes and grabbed his chin, jerking him around to look you in the eyes. The surprise on his face wouldâve been funny had you not been pissed. âZoro, grow up.â
Zoro wouldâve given you the world. He wouldâve killed anyone, stolen anything; all you had to do was ask. Yet, he couldnât seem to find the words, no matter how he tried to force them. âWhat do you want me to say?â
âI want you toâŠâ As the sentence faltered on your tongue, Zoro saw that same starvation for the right thing to say in your eyes. âI donât know. I donât know!â
Releasing his chin, you shifted to face Veeâs house, hugging your knees to your chest and allowing the silence to swallow the conversation whole. Your frustration was palpable, radiating off your skin and latching onto Zoro, till the both of you were simply sitting on the curb amidst the complexity of emotions in the air.
It was infuriating.
You raked your hands through your hair and whirled on him suddenly. âI want to know why youâre abandoning me.â
âYouâre injured,â he deadpanned, prompting a hefty sigh from you.
âWounds heal. Iâll heal.â You searched his face, finding he betrayed absolutely nothing, per usual. âDo you think Iâm weak?â
His rebuttal was immediate, and quick to be cut off. âIââ
âBecause in case you donât remember, I was on a pirate ship for years before I met you.â
âY/Nââ
âAnd I know Iâm not easy.â Suddenly out of breath, you expelled all your thoughts. âI know Iâm annoying and I probably do more harm than good and trust me, I know Iâm a burden but I thought maybe⊠I thought maybe we were friends. I thought that maybeâŠâ
Faltering, you forced yourself to face him, if only to see how much damage youâd done. Imagine your surprise when you found his gaze already zeroed in on you.
His eyes had always been beautiful, always so deep that it felt like you could drown in them if you let yourself. And now they bore into you with an intensity you were unaccustomed to.
âYouâve never been a burden,â he told you.
Raising a brow, âNever?â
You swore you could practically see the memories replayed in his eyes as a little smirk pulled at his lips. âMaybe at first.â
As quickly as itâd formed, your grin slid away, replaced by that same hopeless frown.
You felt it like cupping water in your hands; Zoro was slipping through your fingers with every second that passed. âI just donât understand. I mean, I get that you liked the lone bounty hunter life butââ
Zoro shook his head. âThatâs not it.â
At a loss, you looked at him with a pleading sort of gaze, glassy eyes nearly driving him over the edge. âThen tell me what is. Because Iâm just gonna keep spitting out words and we both know that wonât end well.â
For a long time, he didnât say a word. Maybe he couldnât, you thought. Was it unfair to demand explanations from him? You were on the brink of telling him to forget everything and wishing him a safe journey, when he spoke, a quake in the usual even tone of his voice.
âDo you even remember what happened?â
It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, and then the bandages wrapping from your back to your chest became all the more tangible, and your throat went dry. âI⊠Of course I do,â you said, not entirely sure it was true.
Zoro passed a hand over his face, fidgeting. âDo you remember how much blood you lost? How deep that wound is?â He could barely meet your eyes now, every ounce of the confidence you knew and loved gone missing. âDo you remember that your heart stopped beating?â
You hadnât known. You hadnât known any of that⊠but Zoro did, you realized, aching as he seemed to glare at the space ahead of him. âIf I hadnât gotten you here in time, you would have died.â His jaw set, tight fists rested on his knees. âYou nearly died because of me.â
You reacted instantlyâyou couldnât stand that look on his faceâswiftly reaching for his hand and taking it in yours. âI didnât die,â you insisted, âbecause of you. It is not your fault.â
He squeezed your hand. He didnât really believe you, and you werenât sure you could say anything to convince him. And when he met your gaze, you swore your heart swelled as realization set in.
Youâd always had a hunch that your feelings were reciprocatedâyouâd always felt that he loved you too. Yet now, as you stared into his pretty eyes, it became a truth settled into the depths of your longing heart. So thatâs what this is all about, you thought.
This all felt so wrong. How could he be leaving in the morning, with so many things left unsaid? And if you finally put these emotions to words now, what good would it do?Â
The prospect of never seeing him again was worse than death itself. There was no way youâd let this be goodbye forever.Â
âZoro,â you whispered, tugging on his hand to draw his attention. âSleep with me?â
His eyes slowly raised to your own, soft despite their cold, and he stood, taking you along with him. You led him into Veeâs house and up to the room sheâd supplied you with. Zoroâs hand never once left yours, his thumb running circles on your skin.Â
When you grimaced as you tried to lay back on the bed, Zoro was there in an instant, letting you squeeze the life out of his hand as he settled down beside you.Â
He couldnât help it: âWhat was that about being fine?â
It dragged a laugh out of you, and you gazed over at him with your adoration wrapped up in your face. Zoro had never done anything wrong in your eyesâwell, except leaving you behind, that is.
You brushed his hair off his forehead, your fingers drifting down to graze his cheek. At long last, the little smile was back on his face, though a bit sadder than usual. Youâre sure your own grin looked the same. âYouâre pretty when you smile.â
Zoro half rolled his eyes, shifting so he was lying on his side as you laid on your back. âYeah, youâve told me.â
âI wanna tell you again,â you shrugged. There was so much you needed to say, but the air was already so full of words, and you were tired. Tonight, you could lay by his side once more, and pretend watching a random barge take him away wouldn't tear your heart in two.
àȘââŽ
Zoroâs spot on the bed was cold when Vee came storming into the room the next morning.
Bleary eyed, you blinked sleep away as her frantic words left you confused to no end. You sat up only to have a dress thrown in your face. Looking it over, you questioned, âWhat?â
âGet up!â Vee ordered, her tan face a furious shade of red. âUp! Up!â
Your mind wasnât catching up to your body. Your gaze fell to the bed, and the place where Zoro should have been. The sheets were tossed aside and his boots were gone. A cold pit formed in your gut. âWhereâs Zoro?â
Vee exasperated, âThe pier!â
In an instant your feet hit the floor, eyes blown wide, all air seized from your lungs. âNo! He canâtââ
âWell, he is.â Without warning she spun you around and started to unbutton your night dress. âPut this on. His ship is almost set to leave.â
Youâd never dressed so fast in your life, though you lacked shoes and the dress was only halfway tied in the back. You were decent, and that was enough. Bounding out of Veeâs house and through the streets, not one apology left your lips as you dodged in and out of people and carts, set on a desperate sprint to reach the docks.
âIâll kill him,â you heaved. âIâll chase him and find him and kill him, dammit.â
Your back ached and your limbs felt weak and you really needed a glass of water, but none of it mattered. If you didnât make it, none of this mattered.
The flag of the merchantâs ship came into view. The sailors only had a few more crates to load, and then theyâd be off. You couldnât see Zoro anywhere, so there was only one thing left to do: you invaded the ship.
Running up the gangway and ignoring the shouts of the crew on the dock, you stood at the center of the shipâs deck and rounded in a circle, eyes scouring for that green-haired little bitch.Â
Chest heaving, you nearly whimpered when you still couldnât see him. Would you have to search the whole ship, turning everything upside down?Â
You jumped when a hand clamped down on your arm, and you whirled around to find not Zoro, but a very tall, very surly man with a single scar running from his left eye to his jaw. His grip on you was enough to send a shock of fear through you.
âI donât take kindly to stowaways,â he barked. âAnd really, youâre not even trying to hide. At least commit to it if youâre thinkinâ of hitchinâ a ride on my ship.â
As you gulped and stared up into his darkly narrowed eyes, there was really only one thing on your mind. âWhere is Roronoa Zoro?â
The captain of the ship gaped, and before he could get out another word, a very familiar man rushed down from the helm, a frustrated set in his brow.
You were in no mood for his temper. In a swift motion you broke away from the captain and stormed over to meet Zoro halfway. âThere you are, son of a bitch.â
Zoroâs heart was in his head, worried about the deathly glare you now gave him. He steeled himself and started, âI told youââ
âHow dare you!â You shoved at his chest, barely knocking him back as crimson tendrils creeped in your vision. âIs this really how you want to leave things?â
He stood solemn, eyes almost sad as they met with yours. âI thought it would be best.â
âFor who?â You couldnât deny the break of your heart, the pieces of it under the sole of his boot. You hoped he saw it on your face. You hoped he acknowledged the damage heâs doing.Â
The captain awkwardly came up behind you. âYour lass is gonna have to pay for passage, Roronoa.â
âIâm not coming.â âSheâs not staying.â
The pair of you kept in a dangerous staring match, your words overlapping. Â
Still, the captain shuffled on his feet, saying, âListen, we have a scheduleââ
You whirled on him, locking him in place with a single glare. âGive us a minute.â Then, with more sympathy, âPlease.â
The captain sighed, rolling his eyes and waving it off as he continued to prepare to depart.
There was little ignoring the curious stares from the shipâs crew as you slowly turned back to Zoro. âYouâre a coward.â
âI know.â
âIâm not done,â you said, holding up a hand to stop him. Zoroâs lips snapped shut, his gaze lowering for a moment before he brought it back up, waiting for the blows of your anger.Â
You took a breath, and finally, âI get why I canât go with you. Iâm a liability. You canât become the worldâs greatest swordsman if youâre busy keeping me alive.â You took a step closer, partially because of the eavesdroppers all around and partially because you wanted to be near him as long as you could.
âSo Iâll stay. I'll live and train with Vee and become the greatest healer Syrup Village has ever seen. And maybe Iâll even forgive you for trying to leave without a goodbye, if you can tell me why.â
He shifted uncomfortably. âWhy what?â
You could have screamed at this man you had the displeasing pleasure of falling in love with. âWhy do you care so much?â
âYou know why,â he said, stubborn as always. Only, maybe he wasnât being stubborn, you considered as something like hesitation hovered in his gaze.Â
Still, you persisted. âNo, I wanna hear you say it.â You reached out for him, gently setting a hand on his arm to ease some of his tension. âI wanna hear the words come out of your mouth before you sail away from me.â
âYou make it sound so definite,â he said, huffing a laugh as he forced a pained smile. Â
âZoro.â
His deep eyes burned into you as his hands rose to softly caress your jaw, his hold featherlight. The spinning of the world began to still, the earth on its axis slowing to allow you just enough time. He got impossibly closer, breaking your anger down to a soft annoyance. You really couldnât help but lean into his touch.
âNot like this,â Zoro murmured. âWhen I tell you how I feel, itâs gonna be when I have the time to show you.â
You rested your palms on the hands that cradled your face. âIâm impatient.â
He only grinned, though it barely reached his eyes. âI know.â
You couldnât bear to waste this precious time crying, choking down the fire in your throat. You teased, âSo what Iâm hearing is that you like me too much to leave me stranded forever?â
âSomething like that,â he said, hands drifting to your waist.
From somewhere behind him, the captain bellowed, âRoronoa!â
âI know!â Zoro called back, never removing himself from you. He pursed his lips before enveloping you in a hug that nearly knocked the breath out of you. âIâm⊠Iâm sorry. For everything.â
Your fingers carded through his hair. You hid your face in his neck. Anything to relish the feeling of his arms around you. âI suppose I forgive you.â Squeezing him closer, âJust promise to write.â
Pulling away, he pressed his forehead to yours. âI promise.â
You cupped his jaw in your hands and locked with his eyes. âI'll get stronger. I'll come find you someday, or you'll come back, orâsomething. But weâll sail together again. Swear it to me.â
He couldnât help the smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. Then, Zoro did as you asked. âI, Roronoa Zoro, swear that we will sail again.â
âGood,â you said, voice finally cracking under the pressure building in your chest.Â
Somewhere in the village, the morning bell rang true. The sun was fully up over the horizon line. Not a cloud disturbed the bluer-by-the-second sky. A perfect day for sailing, you mused.Â
You stepped away, swiping at your eyes, and smiled as best you could. It was watery, most likely, and conveyed every bit of your melancholy. Casting a look over his shoulder you saw the captain standing there, ticked and holding up his wristwatch. The breath you let out was shaky as you turned back to Zoro.
âGoodbye,â you said, as if that word did this feeling any justice. Before he could say a word in return, youâd lunged forward to press your lips to his cheek, your hands steadying yourself on his biceps. It was quick, nothing but a peck, and enough to make you lose your nerve instantly.
Skin warm and grinning like a fool, you pivoted in a whirl and made for a quick escape, only getting two steps away when an arm hooked around your middle and pulled you back into a broad chest. Zoroâs breath was loud in your ear, so loud you could hear his goofy smile before you saw it.Â
Your back still hurt like hell, yet nothing could sway the stretch of your lips as you swiveled in his embrace, finding yourself once again in between his arms. In an instant, memories of months gone by haunted your eyes; memories of nights spent sleepless, only filled with the soft graze of his fingers against your arm; of nights in hasty argument over trivial things such as money or fleeting jealousy; and of moments so dear they nearly felt domestic.
And when he drew you into a feverish kiss, his hands clawing at your shirt to just get a grip of you, the sensation of lips on lips made it feel as though he truly was breathing in your soul and giving you his own in turn, the two energies intermingling in a promise sealed with love and lust and labor.Â
Your ears were ringing when you registered the morning bells had stopped, and you retreated from the moment. Zoro squeezed your hips, eyes shut as he sightlessly pecked your lips again, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. You leaned up and peppered a few kisses to his jaw.
Finally, time had had its fill of freezing, and commands to depart from port were barked out.
Meeting your eyes, Zoro sighed out another apology before tugging you in one last time, his arms wrapping you up in a warm embrace that had your stitches crying out again. You grimaced despite yourself. âInjured. Still injured.â
He laughed, and you swore youâd get drunk on the sound if you werenât too careful.Â
"I'll come back," he whispered in your ear. "I'll be the greatest swordsman and you'll be the greatest healer in the world."
"That's quite the duo."
âLass!â called the captain, standing next to the gangway, preparing to pull it in. âYou goinâ?â
âYes,â you said, breathless as you took Zoroâs hand, kissed his palm, and turned away before it was too late. You ran off the ship, down the gangway, and far off into the docks. Your head wanted to run back to Veeâs little house and woe around the rest of the day. Your heart wanted something else entirely.
Like youâd been caught in the gut, you froze, instantaneously backtracking in a sprint to the edge of the docks. The ship taking Zoro away was a good way out, but not far enough to block your voice.Â
Cupping your hands around your mouth: âZoro! Roronoa Zoro!â
That mop of moss green hair appeared at the shipâs railing. You grinned from ear to ear and bellowed, âIâm impatient! I love you, Zoro! I love you!â
At such a distance, you couldnât see his exact reaction, and he couldnât hear the whispers of the passersby that broke out at such a confession. But heâd heard your every word, his hands gripping the railing like he thought he might slip through the wood of the deck and fall right into the belly of the ocean.Â
A few sailors whooped and hollered and one dared to clap him on the shoulder, and he would have severed that hand from the man had it not been for the red hot affection coursing through his veins. You were waving, and so he raised his hand and limply waved back.
He would be writing to you the moment he got a hold of some paper, Zoro decided. Until then, he stood at the edge of the ship, watching Syrup Village and Gecko Island and you grow smaller and smaller, and then gone.Â
There was a tightening around his lungs, and as he retreated into the depths of the ship, he knew his heart had remained on land with you. One day, when you were healed and he was strong enough to make sure you never got injured again, heâd have his heart back, and you along with it.
Until then, your paths diverged, to be met once again some years later.Â
àȘââŽ
Namiâs little ship taking on water was the least ideal occurrence possible. Yet, deep inside, Zoro found it incredibly funny to watch the orange haired girl scramble around all frustrated like this.Â
âGecko Islands,â said Nami, drawing Zoro out of his thoughts. She was hunched over her map with Luffy over her shoulder, per usual. âI think weâll be able to make it before the ship sinks.â
Those words took longer to process than they shouldâve, but Zoro couldnât help it. Gecko Islands? How long had it been, three years maybe? No longer than that, he was sure. His eyes went unfocused at the memory of a laugh that could easily end him and bring him back to life all at once.
âSwear it to me.â
âI, Roronoa Zoro, swear that we will sail again.â
Nami nodded to herself, saying, âSyrup Village is known for its ships. I say we dock there and ditch this junk.â
He couldnât believe that luck. Zoroâs lips threatened to quirk into a grin before he got a hold of himself. He rested his hand on his swords and snuffed. âIâve got a friend in Syrup Village who could help us.â
Nami took off her readers and rolled up her map. âYou have friends?â
He shot her a tight smirk. âJust one.â
âAnd he can help us?â asked Luffy as he took to the shipâs helm.Â
âShe might.â Zoro checked on a knot here and a rope there. With his back to his temporary crew, he let out a small smile. âIf sheâs happy to see me.â
A surprised grin took Nami's face. âAnd if she isnât?â
âShe will be,â he assured, only half certain, if he was being honest.
It'd been three years since his promise, after all. Whatever happened next, Zoro could only be certain of one thing: oh, how he missed you.
pairing: Kenjaku x F!Reader, past Geto Suguru x F!Reader
word count: 3.6k
about: you become kenjaku's captive to ensure that he will not miss his opportunity to fight the strongest after his return from the prison realm. the temptation of being this close to the last remaining earthly fragment of the man you once loved, suguru, proves too much to resist and you give into your desires despite the hole they're bound to leave.
contents: NSFW - MINORS DNI. DARK CONTENT WARNING, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS FOR CH 236 AND BEYOND | dubcon, manipulation, violence against reader, asphyxiation, kidnapping | reader is a sorcerer and went to school with geto and they had mutual feelings for one another, mentions of religion and references to god, kenjaku retained some of geto's memories and knows reader through them, reader has breasts and descriptions of vaginal anatomy are given, rough piv sex with little prep, reader is referred to as "girl", major character death (off screen).
notes: i've uh....been going through some things lately LMAO tbh i started this awhile back before thanksgiving but have felt weird about posting it and it very nearly stayed in the "between me and god" folder so i held back but today i said fuck it. if you read, thanks and i hope you enjoy!!!
header art is by jenny holzer and divider is by @/cafekitsune âĄ
âThe old occupant of this vessel was very fond of you, you know?â
How dare Kenjaku mention Suguru so casually, as if he were a tenant to his own flesh and bone instead of its rightful owner?Â
âYou know nothing about him,â The words are full of venom, flying from your mouth not unlike the way you spat at the curse userâs face two days prior to now. He chuckled when the fluid hit his cheek, wiping it off without a second thought. âOr me.âÂ
You felt so guilty for spitting at his face, the face of a man you once believed that you loved, that you wept until you began to dry heave atop the futon mattress in the room that has been designated as yours. Itâs the same bed you rest on now, duvet over your knees that are hiked to your chest. Itâs a means to protect yourself from any vulnerability but itâs truly no use. If Kenjaku wants to harm you, he will.
He has insisted your accommodations be comfortable since arriving three days ago given you are collateral and not a captive, his own clever wording for the situation, but youâre more than aware that if you were to attempt to escape from the cage that youâd hit the window just as all birds hungry for a taste of freedom do. There are no cuffs, chains, or bars but your freedom is no longer yours. It is a prize to be won pending the defeat of the man standing across from you in the doorway, shoji door open beside him, flowing hair as dark as the midnight sky brushing the backs of his elbows.
For years you wondered what youâd do if faced with Suguru again. Would you strike him, insisting he deserved it for all the hurt left in his wake? Ask him why in a scream so powerful your shoulders would shake with the weight of your fury? Perhaps youâd forgive him, as youâd been taught and encouraged to do your entire life, and those mumbled prayers cast to the God you believe in above you would be true for the first time since theyâve left your treacherous lips.Â
âI forgive him, I hope you can, too.â You have begged God aloud and silently since sixteen years old. You have always been devout in your faith despite abandoning most of the tenets that make someone a believer, your lack of devotion not enough to deter you from selfishly asking for absolution for a man who you know deserves none.
Godâs answer is clear when faced with the fact that this is not Geto standing in front of you. There is no less mercy a person can be shown than their body being used as a sick prop after their death.
The space where his thoughts and dreams and hopes used to lie is occupied by something far worse than just visions of a world purified through means of violence, a place where people like you could live without the threat of death and sacrifice to keep others safe. Granted, that wasnât exactly a noble purpose either, but at least it didnât threaten your life the way that whatever lives inside of his skull does now.
âI know more about both of you than you think.âÂ
Kenjakuâs words drip with smugness and your stomach flips. The natural responses of your body to a man who looks and sounds just like Suguru make you sick but you cannot focus on fighting them off and keeping yourself protected at the same time, you have to simply make peace with the butterflies in your stomach that feels like something is punching you in the gut over and over again. He dares enter the room and you scoot further up the futon, hitting the wall behind you and leveling a glare in his direction.
Suguruâs body reacts to you, as well, something that Kenjaku planned long ago to use to his advantage. It started with hazy dreams, a face he recognized as yours drifting through them, your thighs and your lips and your skirt. Itâs a version of you a little younger, a little warmer - less edgy than you are now. You are sharp and finely tuned to harm while the version of you that lived in Getoâs mind will forever stay soft, a freshly unfurled rose.
âAll youâve done is vandalize him,â you accuse and he shrugs, dressed in a cotton yukata rather than the robes he stole in addition to the body they dressed. Itâs easy to imagine another life where this is Suguru and you are you and heâs coming to your shared bedside, kneeling on the ground the same way Kenjaku is now while he invites himself to the only space you currently have as your own.
âYouâre a smart girl, donât play dumb.â Your glance moves from the doorway to him, disgusted by how brave he is getting this close to you. âPerhaps Iâm simply using the power this body holds in the way he was too cowardly to attempt.â
Despite your current state of sitting in nothing but a yukata yourself, you are physically strong from spending the last decade of your life as nothing more than a glorified weapon to use in the fight against evil. Even if your Cursed Technique would be unlikely to have any effect on the man, you could be a difficult problem for him if you wanted to be, yet you sit and do nothing but wait and refuse to respond to his words. He chuckles at your stubbornness and reaches across the bed and your body to grab your chin between his thumb and index finger. He shifts your head until youâre staring directly at him and a smile crosses his lips.
You do not fight him off.
âTell me, sorcerer,â he starts and you swallow, bottom lip quivering. You want to reach out and slap him away, to scream and kick but your body stays still, the only place blood is pooling between your legs and in the heat of your face. âWhere are those teeth and claws you were so eager to show me on your first night here?â
He reaches his thumb upward and presses it against your mouth, stopping the shake with a single touch - your bodyâs natural reaction to a man you are now certain you loved, given itâs the only explanation for your behavior. Itâs a form of trust, the muscle memory of a kiss he gave you in your dorm room at the school you once shared. The first night you were spitting and hissing, now youâre so placid.
âNothing to say for yourself?â
Stubbornly, you shake your head and Kenjaku chuckles again, pulling his thumb away from your lip but maintaining the grip on your chin. You know this is not Suguru, itâs as clear as the stitches across the forehead of the practically empty vessel that further closes in on you. He moves silently until heâs mere inches away from you, his head hovering over your knees that are still pulled against your chest. You watch him with narrowed eyes, tucking against yourself tighter than you ever have as a means of comfort, but it does nothing to stop him from lingering.
âI could just make you speak if I wanted to,â he warns. The power in this situation belongs to him.
âWhatâs the point of fighting you? Youâre going to do whatever you want with me anyway.â You admit, defeated. Whatever fight you had left in you was smothered weeks ago during the attack on Shibuya. Even the release of Gojo is not enough to fill you with hope for the future. Itâs pointless to keep fighting when the only outcome is going to be loss.
The shaky sound of your voice makes the curse user move closer to you and you shut your eyes tightly, refusing to look at him lest your body continue with these inexplicable natural responses. Heart pounding against your chest, itâs inexplicably frustrating that it cannot seem to separate what your brain knows is true from what your body wants to believe.
It isnât him, you scream within the confines of your own mind but it does not prevent your palms from feeling clammy and the squeeze of your inner thighs against each other to provide some relief against the heat in your core.
It isnât him. It isnât him. It isnât himâŠ
Chanting the words internally, you open your eyes and are met with a pair of golden ones staring directly at you. Theyâre the same that stared at you in a dorm room a decade ago although theyâre missing the warmth they had back then, dripping honey sweetness hidden in the irises turned to tar.Â
âYouâre right, I can.â He nods and dark hair falls over his eyes, catching your eye. Your stomach turns when you spot the stitches across his forehead but your gaze returns to his so quickly you can hardly think about it. âBut will it be what I want or is it what this body desires, I wonder?â
This piques your interest and Kenjaku tilts his head to the side inquisitively, dark hair sweeping over your knees and around your body. It feels like a curtain, a veil like the ones you are so used to using to keep people safe and ignorant and outside of your world of sorcery.
âWhat do you mean?â
A smirk is the response you are granted and he moves closer to you, one of his hands reaching for the duvet youâre using to cover you. Pulling it back gently, your robe covered body coming into view and once again, you make no effort to fight. With this barrier removed, he runs his palm over the outside of your thigh. Muffling your whimper at the touch, you attempt to hide your face in your shoulder but he stops you, still grasping onto your chin and still holding your gaze.
âInteresting.âÂ
His hand travels from the outside of your thigh to the insides and you gently spread them to allow him access before realizing what heâs searching for. Attempting to cut off his access by closing your legs, he holds your thigh in place and lets his fingers dip lower along the soft skin. You quiver and shake beneath him like a leaf clinging to the branches of a tree in winter, desperate for somewhere to remain, and those fingers inch closer and closer to your core. He stops when he feels the coarse hair covering your mound and dares to dip a single fingertip between your folds, raising his eyebrows when he feels the arousal seeping from you.Â
âI knew it,â he whispers so low you wonder if you were even meant to hear it but the way he gazes at you, like that of a man starved, tells you that the words were meant for no one but you.
Your hand shakes as much as the rest of you when you finally lift it from your side, reaching out to him and taking a strand of hair between your fingers. It feels just as you imagined it would, silk between your digits, and a breathy sigh leaves you before you begin to cry. Dropping the small strand, you choose to reach out toward his forehead and use your hand to block the stitches covering it.
âSuguru.â
You babble the name like it is precious, your lip quivering just as it did before, and the evil man shakes his head, capturing your wrist with the hand he just removed from your chin. He lowers your hand enough that you can see the stitches unobscured.
âKenjaku, actually.âÂ
He lowers your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, amused when you squirm where you sit, practically delirious with lust and confusion. You do not want this, at least thatâs what you tell yourself while parting your legs further and panting, chest heaving with every breath.
Wordlessly, he uses his free hand to untie your robe and it falls off of your shoulders, exposing you to him fully before he can blink. This is something he remembers seeing in one of those dreams but you look different than whatever the imagination of a man who was infatuated with you was able to come up with during his loneliest hours. It amuses Kenjaku that he is the one to see you like this, bare and willing.Â
Tracing down your belly and lower, he stops between your legs which makes you whimper. Youâre so desperate to be touched, to pretend he is someone youâll never have the opportunity to love as properly as you could have if youâd both lived a different life, that your hips actually arch off of the bed eagerly. It should embarrass you but you are past the point of humiliation, willing to be fucked by evil incarnate just for the sake of a taste of Suguru Geto.
âPathetic little thing,â he coos and you say nothing in return. Youâre well aware of your failings as a sorcerer and a human being as his fingers spread your labia to get a glance at what you have to offer. For a moment, you consider praying for Suguru again; to selfishly beg God to make sense of your own actions but you know that he no longer has mercy for an ill behaved member of his flock. You will simply accept the consequences, whatever they will be.
His thumb brushes your clit and you moan, tipping your head back and toward the ceiling. You wait for the sensation of pleasure to climb through you again but it doesnât come until you look downward again, eyes fluttering open.
âEyes on me or you get nothing.â
Too afraid to look away lest it keep you from the only good thing youâve felt in who knows how long, you keep your eyes glued to Kenjakuâs face while his hand works between your legs, spreading the slick from your cunt toward your clit and back down. If you could just shut your eyes, you could pretend, but theyâre open and glued between your legs, watching every feathery stroke of his fingers through your folds.
Kenjakuâs cock hardens against your thigh and for a moment you dare to feel powerful knowing you arenât the only one surrendering to the most base of your needs. He drops your hand and reaches for the tie of his robe, opening it and giving you the only look youâve ever been lucky enough to get of Suguruâs bare body.
Scarred, honed, a tool - just like yours. If you werenât so lost in the moment, the lifetimes you have imagined for years would be playing through your mind.
You gasp and knit your brows together, bucking against the increasing pressure of Kenjakuâs fingers while he brings you back to him and out of your head. Whatever youâre thinking about doesnât matter when he inserts a finger inside of you, only testing how wet you are with no intention of preparing you for his cock.Â
When heâs satisfied with how wet you are, he withdraws his finger and you whine. The sound is the most he has heard from you since the first night and it makes his eyes widen in interest. He shifts until he is standing between your spread knees and the realization that this is really happening hits you at once, your face flaming with desire.
âYouâre so impatient.âÂ
The curse user tuts at you with a roll of his eyes and spreads your legs as wide as they can go to accommodate the width of his body. Heâs broad in shoulder and hip and you bite your lower lip when he runs the head of his cock through your folds, following the same pattern of his fingers. You expect the teasing to last longer but it stops abruptly. Before you can take a breath to prepare yourself, his cock is buried to the hilt inside of you, and you gasp with wide eyes, shocked.Â
âAs good as you imagined?â
Words come to your mind but do not form enough to leave your mouth while he thrusts roughly, your body jerking violently against his. Itâs painful, the size of him with little prep in conjunction with how he uses your body as nothing more than a glorified place to take his aggression out, but all of the numbness within you thaws and for the first time since you realized Geto was no longer Geto in Shibuya, you feel.Â
Itâs hard to name all the emotions you are experiencing because they blur into something barely comprehensible. Pleasure and pain and bone chilling sorrow, the kind that makes tears silently drip down your face while he takes what he wants from you. He doesnât bother to play with your clit and there is no need to, the joy youâre taking simply from being used by Suguruâs body enough that the knot inside of you is slowly beginning to unravel.Â
Skin on skin punctuated by his low grunts and your whines fill the small room and you are so lost, you lift yourself halfway up to meet Kenjaku and consider kissing him. Would it be close enough to kissing Suguru that you could eventually justify it or would it just sully the one good memory you have of him?Â
You donât have long to think about it before you are pushed back down to the bed, one of his hands caging your throat and keeping you pinned to the bed below. A reminder that this is for his pleasure and not yours although you feel yourself coming closer to the edge than you were just moments prior, shutting your eyes tightly. All of the motion inside of you stops, the hard thrusts of his cock ending, and your eyes shoot open.
âRemember what I said. Eyes on me or you get nothing.â
Nodding, you keep them open and he begins again, pace rougher than before. You can do nothing but grunt and struggle to breathe, his cock carving out space inside of you that didnât exist until he entered you. Every kiss of his tip against your insides knocks the breath out of you and finally you cum in a strangled moan, walls quivering around his length.Â
His hand inches further up your throat and squeezes experimentally. As expected, you do not fight back and he takes his indulgence with a grin, choking you with varying degrees of pressure and feeling your cunt spasm around him when he surprises you by tightening his grip.Â
You like this. You want this.
He leans forward and shifts his weight to his arm and hand, finally spilling inside of you with a deep moan. Warmth fills every inch of you and you wish that you felt as full in your heart as you do in your cunt but a void remains.
Kenjakuâs other hand slides up your body and wraps around your neck, both of his palms resting on either side of your neck and fingers splaying over your throat. Itâs dangerous to let him have this much access to any part of you that he could possibly crush but you do not move, tearfully looking up at him and sniffling. He increases his pressure, not enough to harm you, but enough to make you work hard and you realize how easily he could justâŠend this.
âPlease kill me,â you beg while struggling to breathe, realizing what youâve done now that the afterglow of orgasm can no longer protect you from the cold hard truth.Â
You are a betrayer. You slept with the enemy to sate your own selfish desires and death seems almost too kind to beg for, yet you do.
âKill me.â
Your face turns in shade and your vision is dotted with darkness, a miserable end to a miserable life you consider, but at least it will be over. The pressure of Kenjakuâs hands around your neck continues to increase until you are certain you are taking your last breath, lungs aching until he abruptly stops. He glances down from where he rests above you, half swollen cock softening and letting his cum leak out around the tip of it that is still inside of you and onto the sheets below.Â
âI will not give you the satisfaction of death until you give me the satisfaction of watching you fight for it.âÂ
Removing his hands from around your throat completely, he glances down at the pressure indentions of his fingers with a smile. Your eyes flutter shut, youâve passed out from lack of air, and he admires the heap he has left you in, reaching for your robe and wiping the remnants of his release and yours on the corner of it.
Nobody is coming to save you, a secret Kenjaku knows that you are not yet aware of. Satoru Gojo is dead, defeated at the hands of Sukuna. The news broke this morning and he was preparing to come to your room to let you know until this little distraction occurred. He had an inkling you were susceptible to Suguru Getoâs charms even from beyond the grave but he had no idea it would be this easy, your slumped form resting on the futon beside him. He pats your head as one would a treasured dog, long and loving strokes that do not stir you, your bare breasts swaying slightly with every breath you take.
The new world is on the horizon and he may keep you around as a plaything for a little longer than he originally intended.
Everything written by the artist umekoppe is always yandere noncon smut I would say this artist is probably responsible for most of the yandere hentai manga you see screencapped across the internet lmao I know at least here on tumblr most of the hentai panels you see with yandere MLs are usually umekoppe haha. They just dropped a new one a couple days ago look at my boy kohaku :3
Hereâs some:
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