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Besotted for Blond by IronicVeghead for SebastianMoranhasarrived
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
01 Aug 2024
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“He’ll never love me like this~”
“Ohmygods!”
“No~ fuck. No! I didn’t say- shut up!” Zoro retorts gruffly, sitting back on his haunches as her hollow’s affect begins to ebb. His face is screwed up in a frown and he’s blushing.
“This is the most exciting thing ever,” she grins.
“You are the worst!”
“I need the whole scoop,” Perona tells him, moving to crowd him towards the foyer.
“You don’t, actually?” Zoro frowns, batting her hands away as she attempts to manhandle him into a seat, “you don’t need shit.”
“Zoro,” she hisses, shoving a manicured finger into his nose, “either you tell me willingly or I will pull it from you with your smitten sorrows.”
The swordsman snarls, his eyes crossing as he glares down her finger.
“Spill.”
Perona can see the way his jaw clenches tight and she smirks. She knows he’s only angry because she’s winning.
“I… I’m in love with the Cook,” Zoro grits out.
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A Gardener's Touch by nlans
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
22 Jul 2024
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The Blue Lions try to honor their fallen friend Dedue in the best way they know how: restoring the greenhouse that he tended with such care.
Written for "Guiding Stars: A Blue Lions Zine."
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“As always, Chef Blackleg, your food is as remarkable as you are beautiful. Are you sure I can’t convince you to join me for my meal?”
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“You’re ruining my proposal, jackass!”
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John “Soap” MacTavish is frozen under the weight of a singular glowing golden eye. Its vertical pupil dilates and contracts and Soap swears he can feel the physical weight of a touch skimming over his body as it trails up and down him, assessing. The touch feels as if a singular sharp claw is being dragged over his skin, holding him in place with the silent threat of evisceration should he so much as breathe.
So he doesn’t breathe, he doesn’t move, he can’t even bring himself to look away from that eye as he’s studied; as his fate is decided by the sleek, inky black creature standing just a few feet in front of him.
Soap’s skin feels as if it’s burning under the weight of that stare, but he’s finally able to take a breath in. He lets it out through his nose slowly, quietly, and is careful not to move as he tries to convince his body he isn’t in danger.
But he isn’t convinced. . . isn’t even close, and as he’s able to finally tear his gaze away from the one eye that he can see, he becomes almost sure that he is in danger.