The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent (2022) | Deleted Scene

the fire place popped as the wood was burning more and more. the fire place was covered in soot and ash. julius novachrono and you would often find peace in sitting by this fireplace. somehow, the burning of the wood was peaceful. there was a soft blanket drawn around both of you as you sat there with your head on his shoulder. you both watched the fire place silently. there wasn’t a need to talk, you both enjoyed basking in the silence of each other. it wasn’t awkward, but just a moment between you two. julius was the wizard king, and was renowned and feared at the same time. he loved his people and would do anything for them. he had much power and was to be taken seriously.

“how did you get that blue mark on your head?” you asked breaking the silence. he had always had it since the first day you two had met. you hadn’t thought anything of it, but it was interesting how it had formed there. he was human after all, right? he let out a small chuckle.

“well, there isn’t much to tell about it.” he said raising one eyebrow. “it stores my magic for future use if i need it. in the unfortunate case that i would perish-well it would bring me back to life.”

he looked over at you as he dropped that bomb. you furrowed your brows together. “if you ever die i will drag you right back here.” you said firmly. “then i would kill you myself.” you said shaking your head while looking at the fire. it was a scary thought. it is the harshest thing in the world to be the one left to live. it’s hard to be the one who remembers. yes, it seemed unlikely that he would die given his strengths and you were lucky to know he could come back at least once, but there was no shortage of those who wanted him dead along with the kingdom.

he let out a little laugh and started to shuffle around. “i am most scared of you my dear.” he says softly as he lays down, putting his head in your lap. he’s looking up at you with a soft look in his eyes. he knows he will never guarantee his safety to you. he knows you can’t ever guarantee your safety to him. and yet you move forward. you both find joy in these little moments. you look down at him and raise a hand to brush through his hair. as soon as you do he starts to close his eyes. slowly you look at the mark more and start tracing it softly with your finger.

“i love you.” you whisper softly to him.

his eyes flutter open, and warm eyes are staring back at you.

“i love you.” he says with a small smile on his face.

Imagine Shanks find out he actually has curly hair

You: *kicks open the door of the mess hall* who wants to help me prank the captain

Benn: *rolls his eyes and groans*

Yassop: *doesn't even know or care what you have planned* I'm in, what are we doing?

You: We're putting curlers in Shanks's hair, while he sleeps off his hangover up on deck.

Yassop: *has years of practice from maintaining his own hair* lets go.

You: *leads him out of the room*

Lime Juice: you really gonna let them do this? The boss doesn't like people messing with his hair.

Benn: yeah, the curls will be temporary.

Out on deck

Shanks: *passed out on deck wearing a pair of sunglasses*

You: Will you wet his hair while I get out the creams and gels.

Yassop: oh, we're like curling curling his hair. *Starts to use a pump spray bottle to wet his hair*

You: yep

Four hours later

Shanks: *from the other room* what the fuck did you chuckle fucks do to my hair!

Benn: show time

You: *glares at him*

Shanks: *comes into the lounge area and leans over the side table to use the mirror above it and carefully unwinding his hair from the curlers* Why does it feel stiff, it feels like pubes!

You: oh it's just the hair jelly, you can crunch it out.

Shanks: *crushes the ringlet curl in his fist*

You: No, Scrunch it like this *grabs it from the bottom and scrunches the curl against his scalp from the bottom of the strand*

Shanks: *pushes your hand away* I'm taking a shower to wash this shit out, and then I'm going to bed. *Takes an armful of wine bottles from the table and marches out of the room*

The next morning in the mess hall

Shanks: *stomps into the room and scans the room until he sees you*

Yassop: *wolf whistles when he sees his captain* hello sailor

You: *gasps at the voluptuous curls that cascaded off his head* oh my god Captain.

Shanks: *points at his head and growls* Fix. It. but don't flat iron it.

Benn: *strolls over and ruffles his hair into his face* I thought you bathed last night boss, why do you still look like a little sailor boy?

Shanks: *fuming* I did, and I know you lot didn't sneak in and put more curlers in, because I put a table in front of the door and locked the window.

You: it might go back to being straight in a few days until then there's not much I can do without a flat iron.

Shanks: *deflates and sinks into a chair with his head between his knees *

You: *kneels in front of him and puts a hand on his knee* ... I'm sorry buddy, if I knew your hair was actually curly I wouldn't have put curlers in it.

Shanks: if my hair is what now?

You: if your hair was straight it wouldn't have held the curl so well without the hair gel.

Shanks: so my hair is actually supposed to be curly

Yassop: oh boy, boss you didn't know?

Shanks: No, my hair had been like that my whole life.

Benn: so his hair is going to stay curly?

Yassop: if he can take care of it right, yeah, they'll stay.

You: Boss you should get a sailor costume

Shanks: what why

Benn: He'd be cute dressed up as a little sailor boy.

Shanks: I'm not wearing a sailor suit.

Benn: *pinches his cheek* we'll get you a big lollipop if you behave.

Shanks: *smacks his hand away* I can get my own damn lollipop, thank you

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sleepy sex with zoro. thats it that's the entire ask

⛥ﾟ・。 scent

synopsis: zoro wakes up in the mood... and you'd be crazy not to oblige.

cw: nsfw, fluffy fluff, comfort, very sweet, very soft, soft zoro, not much else, pretty tame, bit short but whatevs

a/n: i'm so fuckin lonely </3

Feeling a slight shift beside you, your head stirred, eyes fluttering open to be met by amber rays seeping in through a nearby window.

The sun poured past the thin curtains, bathing you in brilliant morning light as a pair of thick arms tightened firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against a strong chest—which radiated like a damn furnace.

Hint #1 as to what kind of morning this was going to be.

You were pleasantly surprised, seeing as you often didn't wake up next to Zoro.

Usually, he rose with the sun, carefully sliding out your grasp and throwing on a pair of pants for his pre-breakfast workout.

Key word being usually.

Slowly, you shifted your gaze to his sleeping face—his uncharacteristic, softened expression making you smile.

Your thumb gently caressed the curve of his chin, and the return of his usual pout only made your smile widen.

"Mornin'," you yawned, pressing a quick kiss on his nose.

He hummed in response, promptly burying his face in the crook of your neck.

And the two of you stayed like that for a while, you toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck, listening to his shallow breaths.

But it all changed when you suddenly felt his lips at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

He peppered kisses up your jawline, forcing your fingers to pause their ministrations.

"Zo..."

He hummed again, though while continuing his work.

"Zo, honey, what are you doing?"

"Ya smell good."

You scoffed as his mouth moved to your clavicle.

"I just woke up."

"Don't matter... s'turnin' me on."

Suddenly, his mouth was hovering over yours, eyes half-lidded in what you weren't sure was lust or drowsiness.

Not wasting any time, he captured your lips with his, relishing your soft sigh as you melted into his touch.

Smoothly, his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, moving in a languid, almost-dizzying rhythm.

"What's... gotten into you?" you manged between his relentlessness, stomach fluttering as he faintly grinned into your cheek, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. "Don't you have... to train?"

"In a minute," he grumbled like a fussy child, calloused fingers tracing your inner thigh.

The taunt that rose in your throat didn't even have a chance to get past your lips before he captured them once again with his own, tugging your panties down in one swift motion before tossing them over his shoulder.

Both your chests heaved against each other, his voice groggy as he leaned down to nibble at your neck.

"Ya don't have to do anything to turn me on. Y'know that, right?"

Your breath hitched as he began to spread your growing wetness across your glistening cunt.

"Just lookin' at you's enough."

He began tracing slow, tight circles onto your clit.

"Just touching you."

Finally, he tugged down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, already dribbling pre.

God, this man...

"You're so beautiful, Zo," you hummed, tracing the vein that runs down his shaft.

He scoffed, but the faint tinge of red dusting his cheeks told you all you needed to know.

Flashing a lazy grin, you slowly straddled him, carefully lining him up before sinking down with a soft mewl.

Reverently, his hands slid up your legs, running over your calves and thighs until they could finally rest at the flesh of your hips, which began to lusciously roll.

At the movement, Zoro let out a deep groan, rutting up into you from his place on the bed as you set a slow but firm pace, leaving you both breathless.

Sitting up, he lifted your shirt off your head, allowing you to toss your arms over his shoulders and pull him closer as he latched onto one of your nipples.

He swirled the bud until it peaked on his tongue, before switching off to give the other the same attention, his free hand sliding down to knead your ass in his large palm.

It felt like he was everywhere.

Under your skin... in your stomach... buried in the pulsing muscle in your chest.

Overwhelmed with feeling, you leaned down to plant a harsh bite on his neck, an uncharacteristically lewd moan managing to fly past his lips.

Without hesitation, he flipped you both over, carefully sliding back into you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

With a few more deep thrusts, you both released at the same time, his face smushing into your neck to inhale more of your scent—and muffle another one of his moans.

Letting out a chuckle, you smoothed back a few hairs that stuck to his dewy forehead, peppering feather-light kisses across his hairline.

"I love you," you both muttered at the same time.

Pausing a moment, you scrunched your nose, the swordsman rolling his eyes.

Corny.

Hooking his arm under your back, he carefully pulled his cock from your heat, taking a moment to admire the glistening, sun-dappled image before him before scooping you up in his arms.

"Gonna finish this up in the shower, yeah?" he asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest with slightly wide eyes.

'Who is this man and what has he done with Zoro?'

But, since he was in such good spirits, you decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Lead the way."

Jacob Holland + maybe a little off his game, here…

monster trio doobles

the art of a heavy make out session with zoro.

the push and pull of tongue and teeth, panting into each others mouth with sounds of dripping desire. you’re close but not nearly close enough as you paw and claw your way over each other, grabbing and gripping onto any source of skin you can find.

tugging on his hair while he grips your thigh tighter in retaliation, letting out a choked moan he’s all too eager to swallow as you grind against his aching length that helplessly swells against confines of his trousers.

letting passion consume you both with an animalistic need of chasing pleasure, lost in the trance of how he guides your hips along his lap, lifting his own to add a little more friction.

the thought of pausing to shed the layers of clothing that separates you never comes to mind. not when his groans push everything out of your head, the hunger for more driving your movements to grow hasty.

the air of desperation encloses around your trembling bodies, beckoning for release as his tongue swirls around yours with a heady moan. the curl of his fingers dig into your hips, reduced to nothing more than frenzied beasts seeking relief in one another, fated to make a mess that the other will relish in cleaning up.