#Aye Aye Captain Sugar

[saltygilmores]

Planning an interstate meetup this Friday with @ernestonlysayslovelythings to see Land of Bad on its premiere day! I came to the realization today that this will actually be the first time I will be seing a Milo Ventimiglia movie in a theater!! By the time I deemed him Worthy it was 2020 and his last theatrical release was Oort of Racing in the Rain in 2019, and he hasn't released any movies since. Can't wait to see him die a horrible death on a big screen and have a bonafide Tumblr meetup!

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Price has a sweet tooth. Give him Nutella over marmite or even cheese any day. Does he indulge? Sadly, only rarely. Dad used to say it was for twats and toddlers only

Oh, Anon...

Price had all the sweetness beaten out of him, or so he thinks. Nikolai proves him wrong.

cw: slightly erotic act of feeding fruit, mention of disordered relationship with food.

Price denied his sweet tooth out of habit. Indulgence was weakness according to his upbringing, which meant that Price was taught abstinence when it came to treats. Coffee: black. Whiskey: neat. Crisps, not chocolate, if you really had to. No cake, no biscuits, no ice cream, nothing sweeter than a Braeburn apple. Price's diet was devoid of anything that might be considered superfluous.

It helped that the army was a place where a man's diet was heavily controlled, even if the quality of the food wasn't necessarily awe-inspiring. It was easy to ignore temptation when there were a million others things to focus on at any given moment.

Then, while Nik and the 141 were running an op in Warsaw, Nik turned up at the safehouse with a paper bag stuffed with rogaliki. The filling? Nutella. Price caught a whiff of them the moment Nik stepped across the threshold; they were still bakery-warm.

Soap leaned across to snag one out of the bag, feeding it beneath Simon's mask at his request so that he could remain prone, one eye down his scope. Gaz plucked two from the edge of the wrapper and then Nik offered it to Price. "Captain?"

It had been one hell of a week. Two close shaves, four false leads, bad intel, almost decapitated by the falling debris of an exploding Chinook. Price's self discipline was at a low point. "Nah, thanks. Too sweet for me."

"Och, cap. Yer missin' out," Soap called back, chomping one pastry as he watched through the scope in his hand.

Gaz hummed his agreement. "Yeah, sir. You gotta try these, they're peng."

Simon stayed silent.

Nik had glanced at each operator as they spoke but now he looked back at Price, shaking the wrapper once. "They are best when fresh."

Price's mouth watered. One couldn't hurt. He hadn't had Nutella in years, since his Da had scolded him for eating it with a dessert spoon from the jar and then it had never entered the house again... two and a half decades ago. "Olright, yeah, give it 'ere."

The pastry was warm still, white sugar clinging to the flakes as they fell to the floor on the way to his mouth. He didn't expect the whole outer body experience as he put it in his mouth, and he slumped down onto the upturned crate currently holding his M4 as he chomped the lot in two bites. "Bloody hell, what did ya call them, Nik?"

"Rogaliki," Nik replied, wiping his thumb over his lower lip to remove the white dusting. "Not quite as good as babooshka used to make, but close. They are good, no?"

Price grunted, running his tongue over his teeth in search of the last few morsels of sweet. Nik was watching him closely as he bit into another, his head tilted to the side. Price tried not to look at the paper bag on his lap.

When Nik finished, he changed seats to sit on the same crate as Price, their shoulders bumping together. "Another?"

Price shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't. But, ya know... Chinook, bad intel, close shaves. "Yeah, g'won then."

Nik made the fatal error of sliding the bag into Price's lap. The last three disappeared in a handful of minutes and Nik watched with interest. "If I had known you had such a sweet tooth, I would have bought more."

Price hummed, wiping the sugar and pastry from his beard on the back of his glove. "Bit of a weakness of mine."

Before Nik could answer, Ghost broke his silence. "Three hostiles spotted exiting the building at the southern exit."

Soap shifted down onto his elbows. "Aye, confirmed."

"Clear shot on the target?" Price left the crate as Nik and Gaz gathered their weapons.

"Aye."

"Take it."

Ghost pulled the trigger.

The rest of the operation went smoothly and Nik was soon flying them home. Price hit the shower after providing his initial report to the Major, and was settling down to his paperwork just as Nik stepped into his quarters.

"Knockin' not a custom where you come from?"

"Not between lovers, no."

Price's ears flushed a deep scarlet as Nik so easily named the slowly blooming relationship between them, and he slumped onto the edge of his cot to towel off his hair some more to try and hide it.

"You enjoy sweet things," Nik stated, and Price heard the rustle of a supermarket carrier bag, followed by a dull thud as its contents were placed on his desk. The room was narrow and Nik had to draw close to get past; shower fresh and warm, the faint scent of cologne... Nik smelled as good as the rogaliki had.

"Yeah. Bit of a vice."

"Smoking and drinking are vices. Food is good." Nik sat down on the edge of Price's cot at his side and lifted the edge of the towel to peer under it. "Food is to be enjoyed."

Price frowned, batting Nik's hand away so he could pull the towel off his head to chuck it over the back of his desk chair nearby. He didn't miss the affectionate flush in Nik's face at the sight of him; Nik liked it when Price was warm and ruffled. Complete softie, really. Not that the KorTac operator he had stabbed through the throat in Warsaw would agree...

There was a tupperware of strawberries in Nik's lap. They were cut up and washed, which meant Nik had prepared them before arriving. Price smiled. "They fer me?"

"Da," Nik looked at the desk too, "and so are those."

Price followed his eye to the stack of chocolate bars Nik had removed from the carrier bag.

"Nik, I'm already spreadin' in the middle," Price murmured as he patted his belly.

"Pssh." Nik didn't even humour him, scooting further onto the cot until his back was against the wall. He grabbed Price's pillow and placed it over his lap. "Lay here."

"I've got work to do."

The look Nik gave Price informed him that the work would be waiting until later.

"Using that look on me, terrifying bastard..." Price mumbled, slumping down petulantly on his side so that his head hit the pillow but he remained stubbornly inaccessible.

"On your back."

Price rolled over, hands resting on his chest, and side eyed the tupperware as Nik placed it on the bed. "You gonna feed me, Nik?" He asked, eyes crinkling in amusement.

"As Hadrian did his lovers," Nik replied, unclipping the plastic lid and selecting his first strawberry. Price could smell the fruit, but also the familiar nutty sweetness of Nutella.

"Does that make me Antinous?"

"Da."

"Didn't he drown under mysterious circumstance?"

"Jonathan, you are trying to distract me and it will not work," Nik said, smoothing his other big hand over Price's damp hair.

"Blimey, Jonathan..."

"Close your eyes."

Price did as he was told and took a deep breath through his nose. He'd be lying if he said this wasn't nice; a headache had been developing in his temples and Nik's palm was warm against his scalp. The first strawberry touched his lower lip and Price opened his mouth obediently. The sweet flesh of the fruit broke over his tongue, accented perfectly by the dab of Nutella Nik had scooped up with the edge, and Price's toes damn curled in pleasure.

"Good?" Nik asked, thumb brushing over the stubble on Price's chin as he chewed.

Price swallowed. "Mm, maybe."

"You are a bad liar."

"'m a brilliant liar to everyone else. Only seem t' have a problem with you." Price shuffled his shoulders to get comfortable. "I think I need a few more t' confirm."

Nik grinned. "That, I can do."

The next was just as good as the first, and the third was as good as that. Nik ate a few himself and then leaned down, his hand scooping beneath Price's head to lift him up for a kiss. A tongue that tasted sometimes of whiskey, often sugar free mint chewing gum, now filled Price's mouth with the sweetness of strawberries.

The sex that followed was good. The slow, deep kind where neither were particularly worried about reaching the end; more interested in touching, checking. Nik had been airborne when that Chinook had exploded, but he had been close enough to watch one of its blades spin over the heads of the 141.

Nik's body was heavy and warm between Price's legs, the low rumble of his voice vibrating in Price's chest and curling around his heart, softer and warmer even than the blankets Nik pulled over them in the aftermath. He buried his face in Price's hair, pulling him back so that their bodies touched from head to toe. "A sweet boy who loves sweet things," Nik murmured.

"Ain't nothin' sweet about me, Nikolai," Price said, voice rough in the afterglow.

"We will agree to disagree," Nik said, curling his arm up around Price's chest. "Whoever said you could not have these things, they were wrong. I will ensure you have as much of it as your heart desires."

It was difficult to argue when your entire body was humming with contentment, so Price closed his eyes and bedded down for a nap, basking in Nik's arms. The paperwork could wait until the morning.

[mj0702]

For the mean woman. ...

“Bubs…. What are you doing at 3AM in the kitchen?” Lucy asked sleeping as she stumbled into the kitchen

“Couldn’t sleep” you mumbled concentrating on your task at hand measuring some sugar and flower

“Bubs come on” your sister tried to coax you out of the kitchen back to bed

“I need to finish this” you push Lucy to the side grabbing some Lemons and eggs

“It’s 3 in the morning Bubs… you can finish it later” Lucy tried again taking the eggs from your hands

“Gimme that” you snapped at her trying to get back said eggs “I’m in a flow”

“Flow back to bed” your sister said trying to push you out of the kitchen

“Why don’t you go back to bed and stop annoying me” you rolled your eyes

“Don’t come crying to me if you’re tired later… you have gym time with Alexia” Lucy held her hands up in surrender retreating back into her bedroom

“Why doesn’t she get it?” you mumbled to yourself starting to mix ingredients

“What on earth happened in here??” Ona exclaimed shocked seeing the state of her kitchen Lucy looking around the corner smirking

“Bubs couldn’t sleep” your sister said smirking

“And she decided to… wait… is this Coca de San Juan??” the spaniard pointed at a cake that was placed on the kitchen island

“Coca what?” your sister asked confused

“Coca de San Juan… it’s a Catalonian pastry… you had it ah one of our first dates in Barcelona… wait… are these.. Catànies?? What is going on? Where’s y/n??” Ona looked at all the pastry dishes scattered throughout the kitchen between dirty cups, mugs and bowls.

“Dunno… I tried to get her into bed at three…. Wouldn’t come with me” your sister said as she popped one of the small chocolate ball into her mouth “Shit these are good”

“Let me try” your sisters girlfriend said eagerly grabbed one of the small deserts “Ay dios… these are so good…. I can’t believe it”

“She tries to fish for brownie points… be aware… she might want something” Lucy pointed out chewing another Catànie.

“We need to find…” Ona said as you stumbled into the kitchen “… Bebita… bon dia”

You grumbled something inaudible and went straight for the coffee machine groaning even louder when it didn’t do what you wanted. You even went as far as slapping the metal container a few times before Lucy stepped in guiding your whining self away from it while Ona took the task of making coffee for you. When the blonde spaniard came into the living room a few minutes later a steaming cup of coffee in her hand you already where asleep again sitting in your sisters lap koala hugging her.

“What’s up with her?” Ona asked a little confused holding out the Mug to her girlfriend who took it gladly taking a sip before answering

“Don’t really know… but I THINK she’s still working on the aftermath of what happened in Munich” Lucy said lowly not wanting to wake you up

“That was nearly four weeks ago” the blonde spaniard said as she sat down on next to Lucy and you carefully tracing your face with her finger

“And it was nearly four YEARS of bottled up hurt and pain… Izzy on Grey’s Anatomy always baked when she was struggling… maybe Bubs is a real life Izzy” Lucy answered as you sagged even more against her a content sigh leaving your lips

“True… but honestly Luce… what she made is even better than what you get in Cafés here… I wonder where she got the recipes from” Ona mused

“Probably Google” your sister shrugged as she carefully peeled you off her laying you down on the couch so she could get ready for the day

“I swear Alexia… her Catànies are sooooo good” Ona raved and Lucy nodded along for good measure

“I believe you Ona… question is… where is she? We had an appointment in the gym” Alexia said

“Here… taste one” Ona said shoving a container under her captains nose

“Ona…” Alexia said carefully pushing the blondes hand back a little “… we’re in the middle of trai…”

“Uh… Catànies!!!” Mapí exclaimed excited grabbing a handful of the small pralines

“María León” Alexia scolded “Don’t you dare eat them in the middle of training”

“Ay dios… these are GOOD… where did you get then?” Mapí moaned happily after she shoved the whole hand into her mouth ignoring Alexia completely

“Bebita made them” Ona said happily a wide proud smile on her face

“NO WAAAAAY” the tattooed spaniard exclaimed

“WHERE IS THE CARIÑO?!!!” Alexia boomed interrupting the chit chat of her teammates

“On the couch” Lucy said as she walked passed playing upsies with a stray ball

“Why?!” the blonde captain asked

“I tried to get her into bed at 3 but she didn’t want to… so I let her be and this morning she was so dead we left her at home” your sister explained passing the ball to Keira who was on the other side of the field

“We had a gym appointment” Alexia said raising her eyebrow while she aggressively ripped the container with the Catànies out of Onas hands much to Maps disappointment

“Hey” the tattooed spaniard exclaimed trying to get the sweets back

“No… you were eating the whole time…. You’re going to be sick and then you’ll whine how bad you’re feeling and whine even more when I tell you it’s your own fault “ Alexia snapped at her friend

“Because you never have any sympathy for anyone” Mapí huffed but decided to go and find her girlfriend so she could complain about how mean Alexia was

“She was dead on her feet Ale…” Lucy said softly “… she’s still a kid who’s hurting a lot… a day off won’t change anything”

“I’m worried she’ll do something stupid if we don’t keep her occupied “ Alexia said

“I know… and I feel the same Ale… but we can’t keep an eye on her 24/7… she’s a wild one” your sister said smiling a little

“Oh I noticed” Alexia smiled back “… she yelled “Stranger Danger” at Olga the first time they met”

“Yeah… sounds like Bubs” Lucy laughed as she spotted you stumbling through the tunnel “… your date is here Capi”

Alexia turned around to see you stumbling out of the tunnel trying to get your cleat over your foot while hooping on your Jersey inside out a big Bayern Munich logo printed on the shorts you were wearing

“I’m sorry I’m late… they left me behind” you said panting hard as you reached Alexia “As soon as I get my stupid cleat on I’ll run me laps”

“Calm down Cariño…” the blonde answered grabbing your shoulders to ground you “Breath for me… good… again”

You took a few deep breaths before Alexia released her grip on you

“There we are… everything is good okay… no laps… you can go warm up and stretch – properly I might add since you like to keep that task as short as possible and then you can come in for a little kick around okay” Alexia said softly seeing how much it actually stressed you out

“I… I… I… okay” you said a little defeated walking away thinking you disappointed Alexia

“Cariño…” the blonde spaniard called after you “… back”

You immediately turned on your heels slowly walking back to her

“Yeah?” you asked carefully

“I’m not disappointed… I’m not mad… nor am I punishing you… I want you to warm up properly and then come join us at training… if you feel the need for a little gym session afterwards we can do that” Alexia said soft but firm immediately knowing where your head went

“And we’ll get you some different shorts… supporting the enemy…” she winked at you and you looked down noticing the logo

“Yeah well… I was way behind the enemy lines… had to take a trophy piece” you smirked as Alexia lightly slapped your ass signaling you to go warm up

“Come on Lucy” you yelled laughing “Even blind Grandma T would’ve made that goal… Carata Kid was WAY off her line”

“Excuse me??!!!!” your sister exclaimed shocked but everyone heard she was just playing along

“You’re shit… I don’t know why they pay you so much money” you laughed but then squealed as you saw your sister running at you

“Come here you semen demon” Lucy yelled as she was chasing after you

You where cutting through the players and staff laughing loudly even going so far playing catch around Aitana who stood there frozen in place. Everyone was laughing until Jona whistled loudly putting a halt on your little game.

“So Bebita… where did you get the recipe for the Catànies from?” Ona asked you in the locker room where you currently were changing for gym time with Alexia

“Which what where?” you looked at her confused

“The Catànies” the blonde spaniard answered

“Huh?!” you asked even more confused by the second

“The chocolate thingies you made last night” Lucy clarified huffing

“Oh… no recipe… Luce brought them Home one night and I just tried to recreate the flavor and texture” you shrugged nonchalantly pulling on your shoes before standing up and leaving

“What did she mean “no recipe”??” Ona looked at Lucy confused

“Don’t ask me… I don’t know what she’s talking about half the time” your sister shrugged

“Keira?” the blonde spaniard turned to her friend

“Bitsy is good like that… just accept it” Keira waved off

“But these are SO good… how can she make them without a recipe???” Ona tried to understand how you made something this tasty without any help

“Don’t question it Ona… Bitsy does a lot of things nobody understands” Keira said

“Buenos Aitanas!!!” you yelled happily pushing open the gym doors

“Didn’t I tell you over and over and OVER again to not call it “Buenos Aitanas also…” Alexia rolled her eyes “… inside voice”

“Someone is short of an orgasm” you mumbled to yourself pulling a face at Alexia

“Mind to repeat that so I understand it as well??” the spanish captain asked raising an eyebrow

“I said let’s get started… I have a pool and a nice bottle of red waiting for me” you smiled sweetly

“I know you haven’t said that… I also know you won’t touch a bottle of red until you’re 18 at least… I’ll make sure of it” Alexia said but pointed to the pull up bar

“Yeah well Lucy wanted me to die a virgin… didn’t work out…” you said before jumping a little bit to get to the bar

“I’m not interested in your virginity… now come on… concentrate on your breathing…. 3 sets of 10… take your time… I want you to at least take 2 seconds between each pull up… 3 minutes between every set” Alexia said firmly and saw how your energy changed immediately as you started to focus on your task

“Good Cariño… that was very good” Alexia said proudly crouching next to your head “… you want to continue?”

“Give me a minute” you panted out hard sweat covering your body “I can do more”

“Okay and we’re going to stop right here” Alexia said immediately recognizing your competitiveness

“What why??” you sat up your breathing still fast and Alexia pushed you back into a laying position

“Because your statement is acted on competitiveness and not on your health… we’re here to stabilize and strengthen your knee… not to set you back” the blonde captain said firmly her hand on your chest and with the little pressure she provided you immediately felt calmer

“Gracias mamá” you closed your eyes while your breathing calmed down – you knew Alexia was right

“I’m too young to be your mother… also… you’re an impossible task … that wouldn’t happen if you were mi niña… you would be so well behaved” Alexia chuckled

“Lucy tried her best… like with that own goal at… wherever you guys were” you waved off your eyes still closed and Alexia started laughing

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

get friendshipped, idiots

Vaggie: “Alright, form up. We stick close, stick together, we get out of here as fast as we can.”

Husk: “No shit.”

Angel Dust: “Aye aye captain Vagatha!” (pulls face) “Ugh…. new guy’s barely even moved in an’ he’s already slitherin’ ‘round my head...”

Husk: “Heh.”

Angel Dust: “Slitherin’ like a hot tongue ‘round a big hard-”

Vaggie: “Wrong side morons. Get on my left.”

Husk: “You can’t see shit on your left.”

Vaggie: “Wow really. Had no idea.”

Husk: “Why the fuck put us there? I don’t want you fucking accidentally stabbing me with that fucking spear of yours.”

Vaggie: “I won’t.”

Angel Dust: “Seeing us hot dudes really that hard on your EYE, huh?”

Vaggie: “Not like that’s an issue with you two around.”

Husk: “Seriously then why the fuck. Your girlfriend always stays on your right, so that’s the safest side to be on.”

Angel Dust: “Oh honey Husk, ya know we can’t compare to smokin’ hot demon princess of hell~”

Vaggie: "Just, get on my left.”

Husk: “Tell me fucking why.”

Vaggie: “Because I’m asking nicely?”

Angel Dust: “Could’a asked it nicer, toots. Could’a said ‘please’.”

Vaggie: “Will you two idiots stop wasting time and get on my fucking left side.”

Angel Dust: “Hmmm, lemme think about it.”

Husk: “No.”

Angel Dust: “I’m with Whisky Whiskers on this one. I’m all for things goin’ in me in general- not from you though. Not when they’re pointy. Not even if it WAS a dick, honestly. Not even if it had batteries an-”

Vaggie: “Alright I get it. I don't need to get your preferred dildo size."

Angel Dust: "How 'bout the brand~?"

Vaggie: "Cállate. Charlie give me patience….”

Husk: “Don’t you mean give me fucking strength?”

Vaggie: “If my demon hell princess girlfriend gave me strength you’d both be dead.”

Angel Dust: “Ya prayin’ to her was so cute I’m gonna ignore that.”

Vaggie: “Look-”

Angel Dust: “Us lookin’ isn’t the worryin’ thing here, Vag-EYE.”

Husk: “Uragh.”

Angel Dust: “Yeah I didn’t think that one through… So toots? Ya gonna admit you don’t mind if we get shived while ya not looking?”

Vaggie: “Not wanting that is WHY I need you on my LEFT, assholes!”

Angel Dust: “Oh Puh-leeease…”

Vaggie: “Shut up.”

Husk: “Wait-”

Angel Dust: “Charlie’s not here, ya don’t have t’ pretend you care-”

Husk: “Wait a fucking second-”

Vaggie: “NO. No more waiting. We’ve wasted that second, thanks to you two. Now shut UP, form up- and get in my fucking blind spot so I can keep my good eye out for your dumb, stupid, undisciplined asses!” (growling) “Ay demonio mio… deja de estar chingando…” (yelling again) “Fall in and don’t fall behind!” (marches off)

Husk: “….”

Angel Dust: “Well fuck that. She don’t got my soul in chains. I ain’t-”

Husk: “She wants us to watch her back.”

Angel Dust: “-whHAt?”

Husk: “You fucking heard me.” (following vaggie) “Come on.”

Angel Dust: (catching up) “You’re kiddin’. She’d sooner get help from a rabid-”

Husk: “She trusts us on her shitty blind side and doesn’t want anything getting the jump on us if she can help it. You heard that, yeah?”

Angel Dust: “…. she could’a just said so.”

Husk: “Like how you always say what you fucking mean?”

Angel Dust: “Sure as sugared tits, Huskers~” (sighs) “Whatever. Charlie Puff’d kill us if anything happens to her anyway.”

Husk: “She wouldn’t. You’d still feel like shit about it.”

Angel Dust: “Whatever.”

-after-

Charlie: “What. Happened.”

Vaggie: (sitting on couch face in hands, eye covered)

Husk: (hunched over, paws over ears)

Angel Dust: (hiding his grin with all four hands)

Charlie: “Guys.” (deep breath) “I’m gonna ask again- You’re covered in blood- which ISN’T yours? Right Vaggie? Definitely not..?”

Vaggie: (nods despondently without looking up)

Charlie: “Okay.” (breathes out) “Okay, we can work with this. But. WHAT. Happened.”

Them: “….”

Charlie: "No?"

Them: "....."

Charlie: "No one is getting off this couch until I hear what happened."

Angel Dust: "Keep sayin' stuff like THAT an' I know one person who'll for SURE be gettin' off-"

Vaggie: (GROANS)

Angel Dust: "See?! SEE!!! She ain't even denying it!"

Husk: "She's planning your funeral."

Angel Dust: "Oh she's plannin' something alright."

Charlie: "If we could not change the subject, please?"

Them: "...."

Charlie: “... Angel Dust. Since you have so much to say, would you mind?”

Angel Dust: (grinning) (grinning)

Angel Dust: “…..it was fucking adorable.”

Husk & Vaggie: (scrunch down)

Charlie: “The BUCKETS OF BLOOD was adorable?”

Angel Dust: “Naw, the-”

Vaggie: "Put a cock in it."

Husk: "You fucking swore-"

Angel Dust: (stretching out across the couch across the other two) “Oh c’mon gays! This is ME we’re talkin’ about-”

Vaggie: (shoving him off) “Don’t touch me.”

Angel Dust: (draped over husk) “-even for hell, this vow of silence shit is TORTURE!”

Husk: “Your whining in my fucking ear is torture.”

Angel Dust: “I could trying moaning instead, if ya want.”

Husk: (hairball sound)

Charlie: “Vaggie. What vow of silence.”

Vaggie: “… the one… that friends should keep for each other..?”

Angel Dust: “MMMMMMRRRRGHGH.”

Charlie: "Wait. Wait- the what..?"

Husk: "The vow of shut the fuck up Angel Dust."

Angel Dust: "MRRRGHGHGH!!!"

Charlie: “Unholy shit.”

Vaggie: "Charlie I swear on my right eye we're not coving up a murder- n, not one we planned on anyway, not premeditated- it was at most a collateral killing-"

Charlie: “Not that. You called them your."

Charlie: (anime eyes) "... friends…?”

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “If I say ‘yes’ will you not ask any more questions about the blood.”

Charlie: (already tearing up) “Ye-ess.”

Vaggie: “Then yes. These two…” (lowers hand) (GLARES) “…. Stupid, annoying, moronic idiots are my.” (grits teeth) “FrIENdS.”

Charlie: (bursting into tears) “OH VAGGIE-! THAT’S SOOOO-”

Angel Dust: (shrieking) “THEY TRIED TAKIN’ A HIT FOR EACH OTHER!!!”

Demon Charlie: (also shrieking) “-a WHAT!?”

Vaggie: “You…. bastard…”

Husk: “We should have left him there to die.”

Angel Dust: “But ya didn’t~”

Charlie: “WHAT HIT WHERE WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIT WHO TRIED HITTING YOU DID THEY HAVE HEAVENLY STEEL WHAT IF THEY HAD HAD HEAVENLY STEEL- VAGGIE WHAT THE F-”

Angel Dust: “Welp!” (gets up)“My sexy work here is done!”

Charlie: “-WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE OUT GETTING FUCKING GROCERIES! HOW MANY TIMES-”

Vaggie: “You ruined everything, asshole.”

Charlie: “-START SENDING DAZZLE OUT WITH YOU AGAIN HOW DOES THIS KEEP-”

Angel Dust: “Correction- I’m getting YOU ruined later tonight, by HER.”

Charlie: “-WASN’T EVEN THERE TO PROTECT YOU IT HAS TO STOP-”

Angel Dust: “Enjoy the feral possessive demon smex, Vagswag~“

Vaggie: “Husk, kill him.”

Husk: “You really can’t go through a single fucking sincere moment without hiding behind sex and shit, can you?”

Vaggie: “Thank you.”

Charlie: (wrapping self around gf) “-ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE OKAY!? AND YOU, HUSK???”

Angel Dust: “They would both fo’ real rather take a knife in the chest before callin’ each other pals, but yeah, other than that they’re just our average fuck ups.”

Charlie: “A WHAT IN THE WHAT!?!?!?”

Angel Dust: “Don’t worry, Princess Charmin’. They hugged it out. It was adorable.” (grins) “I took pics.” (flounces off)

Vaggie: “…. We might need to actually kill him now.”

Husk: “Damn.”

Charlie: (slowly stands)

Charlie: “H u g g i n g . . . ?”

Vaggie & Husk: “Shit.”

Charlie: (beaming) (Looming) “Show me… The HUG..:”

Vaggie: “…..”

Vaggie: “husk quick stab me”

Husk: “fuck no I don’t want to fucking die”

Vaggie: “it’s that or hug!”

Husk: “….stab me instead.”

Charlie: (singing) “The only things getting stabbed around here~! Are all my feeeeeeeeeeels~!”

Charlie: “Oh look Angel Dust sent me the pictures!!!!”

Husk: “We’re killing him.”

Charlie: “Oooooh these would look GREAT on the hotel web site!”

Vaggie: (horror) “Charlie don’t-“

Charlie: “It can be our new FRIENDSHIP banner image!!”

Husk: (bristling) “My fucking reputation-!”

Charlie: “Annnnd done. Perfect! You two look so CUTE, jumping into each other arms like that.”

Vaggie & Husk: (clinging to each other) “NOOOOOO!!”

Charlie: “Exactly! Awww~”

-late night group chat-

charliesgirl: i hate u

AnnoDickus: Congrats toots <3 felt this whole junk heap shake from that last one <3 <3 <3

charliesgirl: fuck u

charliesgirl: do u want a bath waiting in ur room aftr work

AnnoDickus: unholy shit! was it THAT good????

charliesgirl: u were stiff af running for ur life

charliesgirl: do u even stretch

AnnoDickus: Depends~

FourLettersFluffye: do not fucking ask on what.

AnnoDickus: Dicks mostly <3

AnnoDickus: Store bought is great too btw <3 <3 <3

FourLettersFluffye: answer her fucking question.

charliesgirl: my brain needs a bath aftr every talk with u 2 i stc

AnnoDickus: XD "stc"??

charliesgirl: swer 2 charlie

charliesgirl: evry 1 else can go fuck themself

AnnoDickus: XD XD XD you are SO lesbian for her it's painful XD

FourLettersFluffye: shithead.

FourLettersFLuffy: answer her.

AnnoDickus: Yes pleeeeeeease have a hot bath waiting for me to get wet in aaaaaaaall over again~ after a hot day being wet at work~~~

charliesgirl: bubbles y/n

AnnoDickus: What the fuck kinda bath you having that's got no bubbles?????

charliesgirl: i shower y/n

AnnoDickus: Now that's just SAD

charliesgirl: bubbles roger

charliesgirl: gg

AnnoDickus: To get fucked in the shower~?

charliesgirl: gf cuddles asshol

AnnoDickus: Bet you'd be getting it again if you took /baths/ ;D

charliesgirl: charlie cuddles > sex

charliesgirl: gn

<charliesgirl> has fucked off

AnnoDickus: And with that last bit of bullshit at long last the lesbian was defeated

FourLettersFluffye: she cares. maybe fucking answer that.

AnnoDickus: Excuse you?? i did!!!! i said bubbles!!!!!!

FourLettersFluffye: no you fucking didn't.

AnnoDickus: How is cuddling better than sex anyway. Do ppl cum while cuddling? fuk no you don't!!! more of her <3 bullshit <3

FourLettersFluffye: you're so full of it.

AnnoDickus: could be so full of you instead Mr Husky~

FourLettersFluffye: go the fuck to sleep.

<FourLettersFluffye> has fucked off

AnnoDickus: IM not the one with my secret hug pics posted all over the hotel front page

AnnoDickus: Pussies!!!!

<charliesgirl> is turned on

charliesgirl: hav u thot about being real w/ him for 1 sec

AnnoDickus: THOT LMAO

charliesgirl: guevón

charliesgirl: u changed log in notif

AnnoDickus: Maaaaybe I did toots~<3

charliesgirl: fix. it.

AnnoDickus: Nah <3 <3

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Playing with Fire: The Book Store

Fandom: Marvel (Dad's Best Friend AU)

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad's coworker and best friend, Bucky, decides to tag along with you on your errands after your boyfriend bailed on you last minute.

A/N: Bucky is in his late 40s, reader in her mid to late 20s. inspo came from these recent pics of seb. ugh. also broke this up into parts cause i didn't want a long oneshot

You glance over your shoulder as Carol, the owner of the second-hand book shop, go through your box of books you were looking to sell.

"It'll take me about twenty minutes to go through this stuff, so feel free to look around. You know the drill."

You give her a salute, "Aye aye, Captain," you turn on your heel and go towards Bucky in the DVD aisle.

"You find anything good?"

He looks up with a grin, "A movie I haven't seen in a while. It's funny. We can watch it back at your dad's."

You shrug, "Sure."

"All finished?" he asks, looking at another DVD.

"Carol said it'd take about twenty minutes for her to go through everything and such. So I'm just gonna peruse around." You gesture to the romance section and Bucky nods, watching you walk towards the book shelves.

He looks around the DVD section for a little longer until he was satisfied with his find. He walks over to the romance section where you are. He just watches as you read the back of a book and you're hesitant to put it back. But you eventually slip it back into it's spot on the shelf.

"You're not gonna get it?" you jump when you suddenly hear Bucky's voice.

"Oh, um, I want to, but I shouldn't. I already have some books I'll be getting," you lift up two books you're already carrying.

"I'll get it for you," he says with confidence as he approaches you and picks up the book you just put away.

"Bucky, no."

"Bucky, yes. You seemed really interested in it. Besides, this is me encouraging you to broaden your mind, exercise your brain and whatnot."

With the book in hand, he heads towards the front where Carol is finishing off your pile of books.

"Oh good! I can take the entire pile for $30. Sound good?"

"Yup!"

Carol hands you the receipt and cash and places the books off to the side. She turns to Bucky, "Ready for purchase?"

"Yeah," he places the DVD and book onto the counter then takes the two books in your hands, "These too."

"Bucky-"

"Nope."

"But-"

"I got it," he says with a wink and pays quickly before you could even pull out your wallet.

After paying, he hands you your books and you thank Carol, waving good-bye as you and Bucky exit the shop.

You sigh, "Can't believe you did that."

He shrugs with a mischievous smirk, "It's not a big deal, sugar. Besides, wouldn't want you to miss out on the steamy scene in chapter seven."

You whip your head to him, completely taken back at the fact that he knows one of the books he just bought you was a spicy romance book.

You gulp, "You've read these books?"

"A few of them. They're...interesting," he says with a look that makes you start to sweat and your cheeks heat up.

"Right. Cool," you mumble, chucking your new books into your backseat and getting into the car. You try not to imagine Bucky reading about fairies fucking as you drive to your next destination.

Maybe having your dad's best friend accompany you on errands was a bad idea after all. If only your boyfriend, John didn't procrastinate on his Master's program assignment...

[supercap2319]

"Parker we shouldn't." Y/N moaned as Parker's lips were on his sweet spot on his neck. That part that made Y/N crazy and left him a whimpering mess. Parker pressed their bodies together as his hot breath was on his neck.

"We shouldn't have the first time, Stark." Parker said. He began to put his hand in Y/N's pants and teased his growing erection. "Before I fuck you senseless. Flash Thompson is having a party tomorrow night and I want you to come."

"I already did come. Or have you forgotten?" Y/N half jokes/whines as Parker teases his sensitive dick head. He let out a breathy chuckle. "You certainly did. All over my fucking face. It was hot."

It was hard to focus on anything as Parker attacked Y/N's neck and jerked him off, but he tried to maintain control. "Are we going as friends or enemies?"

Parker scoffed. "Enemies, dumbass. You actually think I would have people associate me with you?"

Y/N frowned. "You fucking asshole." He kissed him harder tugging hard on his stupid sugar brown hair.

He watched as Parker took off his shirt and pushed him onto the floor as Parker looked down at him and smirked. "You're a fucking cock slut, Stark."

"And you're a slut slut, Parker. Now shut up, and fuck me."

"Aye aye captain."

[matchadobo]

KIDD; tending to his wounds

wc: 447

summary: 's all in the title

warning/s: suggestive in the end, violent themes? but very light, mentions of blood and scars, gn! reader, very short 😩

"i made it back." kidd weakly muttered. blood dripping down the sides of his head, the scar on his face bleeding deeper, hair disheveled and dusted with grime, goggles lopsidedly hanging on his head, and his shirt tattered with noticeable holes as he limply made his way towards you. "looks like i won, sugar."

"you fucking idiot, you're all... bloody." tears formed in your eyes, gently combing his stiff, crimson locks.

after that little reunion, you ordered the men of your crew to carry your captain to your ward. you tended to him carefully, relishing the routine you always do with him. he goes out, makes the seas his battlefield, and once he returns, he'll be lying on this same bed, in the same position, smiling at you like a fucking idiot because you both know well enough that you will be taking care of his ass with the same lovesick fucking eyes and gentle fucking grasp he adores so much.

so you grab a cloth doused in alcohol and water, wipe off the grime and dried blood on his snowy skin. you take a cotton swab and cleaned off his fresh wounds. and wrap his wide chest with bandages, down to his brawny arms and thighs.

once you're all done, you'll take a moment to muse at your reckless lover. how the foreign look of the absence of dirt on his skin was a sight to behold. you'd plant a kiss on his forehead and clean up. bending down to the side of his bed, holding his hand, and sleeping until he wakes up.

"f-fuuuck why does everything fuckin' burn, leannan (sweetheart)." he grunted, grip on your hands tightening. your head rose from your position, a tired smile on your lips as you playfully flicked his forehead.

"you deserve every bit of that burn, dumbass. always pushing yourself too hard." you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

"ow! why you hurtin' me like i'm not fucked up enough?!" he whined, "but come on now here sweetness, let me get my prize for winnin', aye?" his arrogant grin is back, chest puffed up as he sat down on his bed and made space for you.

you crawled onto the bed, into his arms. he hummed at your warmth, grip tightening around you. "so, you giving me that head or what?." he smiled against your skin.

"make sure you get better first, dumbass!" you playfully hit him, he winced once more with the amount of injuries he has.

's all i got 😔 i can't guarantee my absence would be short but i'll still try and flesh out some stuff <3 requests won't be accomplished but they are still open! 🎉 just keep in mind that i won't be able to make em possible 😵‍💫

edit: I NOTICED THAT I COMPLETELY DELETED THE FIRST PARAGRAPH WHAJAHNASHBSBS LMAO it's already fixed now <3

[a-very-bored-blogger]

ᴴᵉˡᵖ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᴬᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᴶᵒⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵀᵃˢᵏᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ?! (𝗔 𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗖 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗢𝗗 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰) (part 1!)

Pairings: price, soap, gaz, ghost x gn!reader Summary: Work is tiring, so gaming is more fun. Enter the world of (the game title being too fucking long) and meet people like Gaz, Simon, Johnny, and Price!

Tags: ddlc inspired madness, romance, pining, slow descent to madness, dark taskforce x reader, god this seemed like a fun idea read the prologue here: https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/733340659955728384/%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A8%F0%9D%99%9A-%F0%9D%99%AE%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%AA%F0%9D%99%A7-%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%A7%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%98%F0%9D%99%A9%F0%9D%99%9A%F0%9D%99%A7 (for some reason it won't let me make a normal clickable link.)

Notes: -In-game will look like this!- i did not expect this to blow up. i need more of that. anyways, time to introduce the boys.

-You wake up in a dark room. Your head is dizzy.- The text blurts out as the screen begins in black. You squint your eye before clicking through the next piece of dialogue.

-"Wake up lass." a thick male Scottish accent could be heard.- The dialogue reads out. You click once again.

Then, the screen shows the picture of a man, with rather attractive features, and a sort of mohawk, looking down at you in concern, his mouth agape. In the screen was just his entire face, so you can't see much of his body, staring what feels like your eyes.

Then two choices popped up. Standard dating sim ritual, where any choice will affect your journey.

You choose the first option that shows up, feeling it suits your situation and character best. You clicked once again, only for his concerned look to turn into a cocky smile. -"Brough' yer here. Saw ya passed out in training before. Must've been the intense heatwave."-

The man continues introducing himself as Soap, with the pink box above the dialogue transforming from '???' to 'Soap'. Another two options pop up once again.

-"What the fuck kind of a name is Soap?"- (a)

-"Oh thank you so much!"- (b)

The choices were interesting, both of them enticed you. But you decided to be sarcastic and a bit of an asshole to the man who had just claimed to drag you out of a heatwave.

-"What the fuck kind of a name is Soap?" You ask, your gaze furrowed as he looks at you before seeming a bit offended at first before chuckling. +5 romance points.-

You glanced at the screen, laughing a bit before taking a sip from your glass- a simple choice of your coffee, 2 milks, 1 sugar. Curiosity lingered in your head, as you watch the screen fade into another picture of the Scotsman with a blush on his cheek, seemingly laughing awkwardly with you.

-"Aye lass, I just though Soap kinda rolled off the tongue quite well. In comparison to Price that is- old geezer's just using his actual fuckin' last name.-" The Scot retorted in response. You giggle a bit towards his response before clicking the next tab to view the next piece of dialogue.

His eyes narrowed quite a bit before smiling once again. -"Never took ye for a coffee drinker, I'm assumin' 2 milks and a sugar? All the Brits around here just like their tea.-"

Your eyes widened. There is no way this game could tell what you're drinking. After all, he was just a character you. This is just a coincidence- there is no way this game is an entire Doki Doki Literature Club ripoff right? All the thoughts raced thoroughly through your mind. You can either burn this and move on- or possibly enter a hopeless weird possibility of COD men actually falling in love with you. ("continue?") your brain asks. and you took the leap of faith of shrugging a hot character knowing your usual coffee order, and continued the cursed game. After a few clicks and so, minutes slowly turned into hours. Captain John Price was no longer you imaginary boyfriend- he is your mentor in game. And despite barely passing the training, with a grade of B- across all the training mini games, Price still gives you support. A pat in the back, some words of encouragement. Shame that this indie game doesn't have a budget to create voicelines, that would've made you even more delusional.

You have yet to meet Simon and Gaz in your 2 hour long playthrough, but the sun flashing through your window should be enough of a reminder that your time with your fictional boyfriends are enough. "I'm going to miss you guys." You uttered, pressing your pointer and middle finger against your lips, only to put it on the screen. And once again, a 'coincidence' happened once again. -"Love, I'll bring you over here one day to show you what a real kiss looks like."- Price uttered, before you briefly see his avatar blinking at you. You gasped. Yep, this is way too much game time for today, and you are hallucinating. Slamming your laptop lid directly, you took a deep breath and emitted a scream. "God, real life men can't make me scream like that."

[leiawritesstories]

swords and sea breezes, 3

part one // part two //

word count: 3.5k (oops)

warnings: weapons, pirates, swearing ;)

enjoy!!

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After two weeks with the pirates of the Queen's Cadre, Aelin was convinced that Rowan was deliberately sailing in large circles to throw her off. Little did he know that she had an impeccable sense of direction, and she'd seen the same constellations in a circular pattern over the last fortnight.

She may be the wealthy young heiress to the Ashryver-Galathynius duchy, but she was no vapid damsel.

Aelin yawned as she strolled into the galley, stretching her arms above her head. Thanks to Elide's daily knife lessons, her body was remembering the skills she'd learned as a young girl before her parents had decided that self-defense was unladylike, and her aim and accuracy were rapidly growing sharper. Almost too rapidly---she had to remind herself not to advance too quickly lest the pirates suspect she was hiding more than her weapons skills.

"Morning, everyone!" she chirped as she picked up a tin mug and filled it with coffee. The dark, bitter beverage had been strictly a servants' drink in her family home, and she reveled in the freedom to drink it, though she had to stir in nearly half as much sugar as coffee.

"Hullo, milady," drawled Fenrys, one of the ship's two lookouts. "Much better of a mornin' now that you're here with me."

"Your flattery is entirely unnecessary, Fen," Aelin smirked. "I'm still not going to let you into my bed."

Fen shrugged and draped one broad arm around her shoulders. "I'm a patient man, sweetheart."

"Like hell you are, Fenny," Elide scoffed, fondly tugging on the man's curly blonde braid.

He squawked in protest. "Don't mess up the beauty, Lochan!"

She snorted. "Is that what you tell the endless string of partners you bring into your room every time we're in port? Because I recall you saying something very different."

"What happens in my bedroom---"

"Can't possibly stay in your bedroom, because we all have eyes and ears," Aelin cut in, grinning. She winked at Fen as she sipped from her sugary coffee. "Right?"

"All I'm sayin' is that it proves my prowess," he sniffed, pretending to be offended by the good-natured teasing.

"Aye, is that what you tell yourself at night, Fenny boy?" Rowan strode into the galley, and once again, Aelin had to force her heartbeat to remain calm and steady at the sight of the man.

"Sure is, Captain!" With a blindingly sunny grin, Fenrys got up, tipped his empty mug in a salute, and tossed the cup across the room. It landed neatly in the dirty dish bin. "Right, I'm headed up to the lookout."

Rowan nodded. "You know what to do if you spot anything." He picked up two bowls of oat porridge, thanked the cook, and sauntered over to sit directly across from Aelin. "Good morning, my lady."

She arched a brow. "If it's such a good morning, why are we still sailing in circles?"

The galley---hell, the whole damn ship---went silent.

Very, very slowly, Rowan raised his eyes to hers, unable to hide the pure unfiltered shock in them. With his spoon frozen halfway to his lips, a blob of porridge splattered on the table from where it had fallen, he made a perfect portrait of incredulity. "What?!"

"Don't play stupid with me, Whitethorn." Aelin placed her hands flat atop the worn wooden table. "You are clearly clever enough to sail in a wide pattern so that ordinary people wouldn't suspect we aren't going anywhere, but you forget that I am not ordinary."

"Clearly," Rowan whispered, something almost like awe hidden beneath the rasp of his voice. He cleared his throat, placed his spoon back in his bowl, and narrowed his gaze, his moment of wonder shifting to calculation. "How long have you known we're sailing in circles, Aelin?"

The rest of the ship was utterly silent, waiting with bated breath for their captive's answer.

She shrugged. "I realized several days ago that the constellations looked the same as they had on my first night here, and further observation confirmed that we're traveling in a circular pattern."

"You got all that from the...stars?"

"You can't believe a noblewoman would know how to track the stars?" she shot back, irritation sparking her blood.

"Actually, that part is no surprise." Rowan tipped his head to the side, assessing her. "My shock comes from how you didn't hesitate to confront me in front of my entire crew."

"I thought an audience would keep you honest." She sipped her coffee, willing her expression to remain calm, if a bit smug.

He huffed in disbelief. "Well, it certainly did." His lips tipped up into a grin. "Eat, Aelin." He pushed the second bowl across to her.

She stared blankly at the bowl. "I'm not on any kind of hunger strike, Rowan. There's no need to be concerned that your ticket to Dorian Havilliard's whatever-it-is will keel over from starvation."

Rowan chuckled, low and throaty and warm. "Would you believe me if I said this was an attempt at proper manners?"

"What are those?" With an angelically innocent smile, Aelin picked up the spoon and took a bite of the porridge. For ship's fare, it was surprisingly good---steaming hot and slightly sweetened with sugar and a hint of warm spices.

"Something you constantly remind me I lack." Rowan's smirk lit up his features, and Aelin couldn't help but return it. That calculation had returned to his gaze, though, and he had the decency to wait until she was finished eating before he took up his usual train of questions. "Perhaps we're sailing in circles because we know we're near the island."

Aelin burst into laughter.

Rowan's brows quirked. "We could be."

"Awfully hard for you to be near something that doesn't exist," Aelin chuckled. She brushed a few loose strands of wavy red hair out of her face. "It's been two weeks, Rowan. Surely you have enough sense to tell that I'm used to your questions."

"Apparently not," he muttered, half to himself. Abruptly, he stood up, collecting both his and her empty bowls and setting them in the dish bin as he left the galley.

That went fucking brilliantly, Galathynius, Aelin thought to herself, mentally giving herself a slap upside the head for potentially revealing more than she was ready to reveal. She stood up, waved cheerily to the few crewmen still lounging around, and tossed her empty mug into the bin as she left.

She stopped at her room to tie back her hair and strap her two daggers to her hips before she went up to the deck to meet with Elide. They had developed a routine of training in the mornings, when the heat wasn't quite so bad, though Elide had been trying to convince her to start shooting pistols with the crew in the evenings.

But Aelin and explosives were...a bad combination. For many reasons.

"Ready to pick up a gun yet, milady?" Elide joked as Aelin came up to the deck.

"Ask again when pigs fly," Aelin laughed, taking her stance next to Elide and stretching her arms above her head. "I'll keep to my knives for now, thank you very much."

Elide shrugged. "Suit yourself." She spun a pair of ebony-handled pistols around her thumbs, squeezed the triggers, and with a bang and two puffs of smoke, two of the bottles sitting on the deck railing burst into shards.

"You weren't lying about being the best sharpshooter here," Aelin mused, in awe of Elide's skills.

"Course not." The shorter woman raised one of the pistol's muzzles and blew the curls of smoke away from its barrel. "Why else d'ya think I have the grumpiest man on this ship on his knees for me?"

"Gods above," Aelin groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. "We already hear you two every night."

"Damn right!" Elide snickered.

Aelin shook her head, laughing, and launched both of her knives at the corkboard target, one after the other. The blades thudded into the dead center of the circle painted onto the cork, barely a hairsbreadth separating them, with their handles pointed outward at opposite angles so the tips of the blades could both hit the center.

Elide whistled. "Shit, Ae, looks like ya hardly needed my lessons!"

"More like your lessons have taught me that I can do this," Aelin replied, shrugging off Elide's praise. "I guess the self-defense lessons I used to take as a child are still lingering."

They trained for their usual hour before they had to part ways, and as Aelin tucked her knives back into their sheaths, Elide glanced up at the sky and whistled, long and low. It had been a cloudy morning, and as the day went on, the clouds had gathered ever closer, coalescing into an ominously dark mass that thickened the air with the promise of a storm.

"Might want to get below, Ae," Elide said, her brows furrowed. "Looks like we're in for a squall."

~

Down in his office, Rowan paced back and forth across the floor, a scowl etched into his face as he argued with his right-hand man.

"Dammit, Whitethorn, stop being so fucking stubborn!" Lorcan snapped. "We aren't gonna make it past this storm unless you pull your head out of your ass and get us through."

"We're still too fucking far away!" Rowan shot back, his jaw clenched. "I don't have much left, and getting through the storm is probably gonna take all of it. Where the hell will we be then? Powerless?"

Lorcan shot him a fierce glare. "Those ain't the words of the captain I signed on with."

"Well, that captain was fresh from Doranelle," Rowan retorted.

"And just what the hell difference did that make?"

"All the difference." Rowan stopped pacing and braced his hands on the wall, staring out the window across the choppy waves. "A year ago, I didn't realize I couldn't return to Doranelle without a guide."

"A year ago, you were so goddamn drunk on power that you didn't listen to the warnings." Lorcan spoke softly, but no less fiercely. "Where's that confidence led you, Whitethorn?"

"Here." Rowan's admission was hollow.

Lorcan nodded, one sharp dip of his chin. "Here. In the middle of the ocean, without a map or a guide, 'bout to hit a storm that'll take the last of that goddamned token to get through."

Rowan's expression tightened. "We do have a guide, I know it."

"The Galathynius girl?" Lorcan scoffed. "You're desperate, and I can understand why, but you're wrong about her." He paused for a moment, then continued, ruthlessly. "Pull yourself together. I'm goin' up top to get ready for this storm."

Rowan just nodded. "I'll be up."

"You know what happens if you're not." With that, Lorcan left.

~

One deck above, Aelin stood frozen with shock as the conversation she'd just eavesdropped on raced around her mind. The token. A year ago. Get us through the storm. In her mind's eye, all the pieces started to click together, threads weaving into a tight pattern that revealed why Rowan Whitethorn, pirate captain of the Queen's Cadre, was so insistent upon getting to the island Doranelle.

Power.

She shoved down the thick fear that clogged her throat at the thousand possible implications of that word, and she hurried back to her cabin as the ship's lights began to go out. Salvaterre, who was second in command, had ordered that all open flames be extinguished as they sailed into the storm---to lessen the risk of fire, for there was nothing so feared and dangerous as fire aboard a ship. Back in her cabin, she made sure the small window was securely latched, and then she changed into trousers and a blouse, stepped into the set of water-resistant oilskins that Elide had given to her, tied her hair tightly back, and went up to the deck to join the crew.

Nobody paid any special attention to her, since she was dressed like the rest of them were and the pelting rain blurred the field of vision. Her hands were sure and nimble on the lines as she helped secure the ship, and she followed a crewman towards the stern, in the direction of the captain's cabin.

The winds picked up, throwing the ship back and forth as she fought against the choppy waves, struggling to keep her balance as she sailed deeper into the maelstrom. Aelin ducked behind a bulkhead wall and peered cautiously out to the stern deck, both surprised and not surprised to see Rowan standing there, his face turned into the howling winds.

An opaque white spear of quartz dangled from a silver chain in his hand, the stone faintly flickering with light. Aelin closed her eyes, straining her hearing against the powerful shriek of the storm winds, and just barely managed to pick up a faint counterpoint melody, its notes halting and frail, coming from the stone in Rowan's hand.

A storm token.

The Queen's Cadre lurched sharply, timbers creaking as she clawed through a steep cresting wave, and a fresh wave of the downpour soaked Aelin through her clothes as a gust of wind tore her hat off her head. Grunting with effort, she grasped the lines above her head and hauled herself up, bracing her body in the net of ropes.

"Now, Captain!" Lorcan yelled over the roar of the storm.

Rowan set his jaw, a fiercely determined look settling like steel over his face, and raised the storm token above his head. His body shook with effort, but ever so slowly, a ripple shuddered out from his fists that were clenched around the flickering quartz. The ripple grew and broadened as it rose into the sky, shaking and shuddering against the force of the storm, until it exploded outward and upward with a faint, high-pitched keen that Aelin just barely heard over the wind.

And the sky went silent.

Cautiously, Aelin lifted her head, and her eyes widened. A bubble of calm surrounded the ship, keeping the storm at bay and propelling the ship through the fierceness of the maelstrom. His feet rooted to the stern deck, Rowan gripped the storm token tightly, his body quivering with the strain of keeping the ship protected as she pushed through the rough waters. Getting through the storm will take all of it. The words, a snippet of the conversation Aelin had spied on, echoed through her mind.

She'd barely thought the words before a fissure cracked through the bubble of calm protecting the ship.

"Hold on!" Lorcan roared. "Nearly there!"

But the wind shrieked louder, as if enraged that Rowan had dared to use his storm token against it, and the bubble of calm fractured, once again exposing the ship to the storm. The quartz in Rowan's hand flickered once and went dark, its opaque hue as ordinary as any other stone. A sharp gust of wind scraped across the deck, pushing the Queen's Cadre into the trough of an oncoming wave.

And Rowan, drained after the effort of using the storm token, tumbled off the side of the ship into the surging waves.

Fuck it all to hell.

Aelin leapt off the ropes, her booted feet slipping on the drenched deck, and hastily freed the stern rowboat. With a grunt and a heave, she shoved it over the side of the ship and dove after it, abandoning the pirate ship as the storm finally subsided.

She clutched the side of the rowboat and dragged herself in, spluttering and coughing. The oars practically fell into her hands, and she pushed backwards, towards where Rowan had fallen, cursing him and herself the whole way. Stupid fucking pirate!

"If you're not fucking floating, I'm leaving you to the sea goddess," Aelin seethed as she scanned the waves. There! A surprising jolt of relief shot through her, but she smothered it as she headed for Rowan's prone form. "Get...in," she grunted, hooking her arms under his armpits and practically throwing him into the rowboat.

He lay sprawled on the floor of the tiny boat, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, passed out asleep. Clearly, the storm token had protected him from inhaling any water, but he remained unconscious.

A small mercy.

"Now stay the fuck asleep," she muttered, pushing her soaking wet hair out of her face. With a deep sigh, she settled herself on the bench, hoisted up the oars, and began to row, guiding the boat through the subsiding waves. The rain had slowed from a deluge to a shower, and it eventually trickled to a full stop as the sea calmed from the storm.

Aelin closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and opened her eyes again, staring up into the stars as they appeared in the night sky, breaking through the darkness. The storm clouds had blown away, revealing the constellations etched into the skies, a map for anyone who could decipher it. She glanced down at Rowan---still asleep---and back up to the stars, scanning the shape of their paths.

The Queen's Cadre was to the southeast of them, and by now, she would probably have recovered enough from the storm to discover that her captain was missing. A brief twinge passed through Aelin's heart, for despite her pretenses, she had come to find friendship among the crew of the pirate ship.

But Doranelle came first.

The island lay to the west, so it was westward that she turned, nudging the little rowboat onto a new course. As she rowed, Aelin sent up a quick prayer to the gods. Please, let Rowan stay asleep. It would go better for him if he didn't wake up before they'd reached their destination, both because he had no idea what the island actually protected and because her fear lingered. What Doranelle protected was power, and men were known to do terrible, terrible things for power. Even if Rowan had changed from the "power-drunk idiot" Lorcan had called him, she still couldn't trust that he would leave Doranelle in peace.

The sun rose and fell in cyclic rhythm as Aelin steered the little boat, switching from oars to the boat's single sail after she'd established her course because constant rowing would drain her entirely. Almost miraculously, Rowan remained in his stupor for the five days it took to reach the mists encircling Doranelle, and Aelin breathed just a bit easier knowing that he was unaware of their new path.

When the rowboat reached the mists, Aelin struck the sail and took up the oars again, and she rowed through the thick films of mist that veiled the island. The mists served as both a protective barrier and a misdirection tactic, since the ancient spell woven into the mists kept away anyone who approached with ill intent. As the rowboat broke through the mists, Aelin tilted her head back and inhaled deeply, basking in the achingly familiar richness of Doranelle's air and its faint trace of rain and embers. The island sprang up ahead, and she steered the rowboat into the docks at the land's edge.

Rowan stirred, his eyes cracking open. He blinked several times, clearing the bleariness from his face, and slowly raised his arms, as if testing his range of motion. "Where am I?" he croaked, not yet having recognized that he was alone with Aelin.

"Awake, apparently," she said.

He bolted upright into a seated position, wincing at the ache of the rapid movement. "What? How long...?"

"Five days, give or take, ever since your stupid ass fell off the ship during the storm." She stepped out of the rowboat, keeping a cautious eye on him, and slowly walked backwards up the dock's weathered wooden planks.

"My ship," he breathed, fear flickering across his features. "Where are we, Aelin?"

Her booted feet hit the soft, grassy ground, and she nearly wept with joy at the feeling of standing on her beloved island's turf once again. "A place that does not exist."

Pure shock slackened Rowan's jaw. "Doranelle," he whispered, his voice echoing with awe. He pushed himself up onto the bench, only wincing a bit at the tingling in his legs after five days asleep, and began to stand, clearly intending to get out of the boat and walk into the island.

Aelin's hand flew to her knives, and a blade was clenched in her raised fist almost before she could blink. Her other hand curled behind her hips, her stance defensive. "Stay in the boat, Rowan." The voice that came out of her rang with a note of command that he'd never heard before.

"Aelin, I---"

"Stay. In the. Boat." Her shoulders tensed, and she rooted her feet to the ground as a familiar tingling rose from the ground up to her raised hands.

Confusion crossed Rowan's face. "I mean no harm, Aelin, truly." He swallowed thickly. "But this place...it is a miracle."

"A miracle that is unforgiving to strangers." Her fingers curled.

Brows furrowed together, Rowan abruptly stood up and stepped out of the rowboat. He reached for the pistol that he habitually kept on his hip before remembering that he'd lost it in the storm, but he walked forward, his gaze trained on Aelin. She pressed her lips together, the knife quivering slightly in her raised fist. He reached out towards her. "I won't harm anything, I swear."

She shook her head. "I can't trust a pirate's promise." Deep in her soul, Doranelle called, sending a warm wash of sparks through her blood.

And finally, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius burst into fire.

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[chrisgotitall]

this couldn't have come out cuter, i swear

She hated summer. I mean the sun and going to the beach all the time was nice but all the sweating and the heat exhaustion was getting unbearable. But one afternoon it started raining really bad. She was scared that all of this rain would only make the weather more humid but it made the evening air cold.

She went on the terrace to water the plants and she felt the coldness on her skin. It was nice after all the heat. She didn't want to exaggerate but she could feel the chills covering her skin.

She went inside and changed into some warmer clothes. The cold air made her think about her favorite season coming and autumn made her think about baking.

So she started getting to work. While she took out all the ingredients, Mike opened the door.

"Ehi, honey" he said, approaching her.

"Hi, love" she put her arms behind his neck and kissed him sweetly.

He looked down at her, smirking, "What are you doing?"

"Baking" she said, smiling, "Change clothes and come help me"

"Aye aye captain" he joked but followed her orders.

He came back in some more comfortable clothes and stood beside her waiting for a command.

"I'm making frosted cinnamon cake"

He looked at her with smiling because it was his favorite.

"You can make the frosting" she handed him butter, icing sugar and vanilla and told him to get to work.

She finished the batter for the cake and put it in the oven.

"How's it going over there?" she asked, closing the oven door.

"I think it's ready... see for yourself" he said and smeared a bit of frosting with his finger on her face. She was took by surprise at the gesture. She sighed and nodded. She smirked a bit.

"Mmh, ok..." she took the frosting from her face with her finger and tasted it... it was good, "I think we can put it in the fridge till the cake finishes baking"

She put the bowl of frosting in the fridge. He stood there smiling devilishly. She closed the fridge door and approached him. She stood 2 inches away from him.

She had to hold her head up high to be able to look at him in the eyes and then she kissed him. She made sure to get him lost in the kiss before taking a fist of flour from what was left in the bag and making it fall on Mike's head.

She detached from the kiss, "Oh look... snow"

He stood there for a bit, taking in the sudden revenge.

"You're vindictive" he said.

She nodded and hummed affermatively.

"I don't like powdered ingredients" he affirmed.

He took the plastic spatula that he used to stir the ingredients that still had traces of frosting.

She understood what he was gonna do so she turned around and started running around the kitchen but he was faster and caught her, holding her tightly in his arms from behind. She yelled out a "No!" but the spatula smeared on her face with yet another bit of sweet frosting. He smiled proudly. He turned her around, took her face in his hands and kissed her. They detached after a bit, both smiling so lovingly.

"I love you" he said.

"I love you more"

"Mmh, not possible" he took her face one more time but this time he reached for her cheek to lick the frosting off.

"Baking becomes too messy with you..." she said chuckling.

"Not true" he said and another but of frosting from the spatula on her nose.

"Stop that!" she took the spatula out of his hands, "I have to get cleaned up now..."

"You?!" he said, lowering his head to make her see the flour all over his hair.

"Yes, me!" she insisted poiting at her nose.

"I can take care of that" he took the frosting from her nose with his finger and tasted it.

[writeforfandoms]

Fall Into Me 2

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This fic does switch perspectives every chapter, just as an FYI. This chapter is unique in that we get a glimpse into all the guys, but after this it’ll be one character per chapter. 

Warnings: Swearing, fluff.  The OC here is Jewish and that does become a focal point later on. If that bothers you, turn around now.

Word count: 2.6k

Over the next week, Rose saw at least one of them every day. At least. She finally met Rodolfo, the last member of their team. 

But as much as she tried to learn about them, asking them easy questions and enjoying their company, they were learning about her, too. Not that Rose gave them much - she had a quick quip or a deflection for most personal questions.

Soap was the one to catch her off guard. 

“So, you got some lucky bloke waitin’ for you?” he asked late on Friday, leaning against the counter watching her make something extra caffeinated and extra sugary for him. 

“What?” Rose blinked at him, honestly startled. “Me? No.” Her smile was a little wistful as she looked back down at the espresso brewing. “But I’m ready for a weekend, take a bit of time off.” 

“I hear you.” Soap watched her carefully as she made a leaf in his foam. 

“Here you go. I’ll probably close up after you, see if Carmen and I can get out of here a little early.” 

He nodded, taking the cup. “Thanks, bonnie. Have a good weekend, aye?”

“You too.” Her smile was a little shy, as it was whenever he complimented her. 

Soap took the stairs up to their floor, too impatient to wait for the elevator at the end of the day. Nobody had left yet, at least not when he went down for one last cup of coffee. 

“Dunno how you drink that,” Ghost grunted, eyeing his cup as if it held something much worse than caffeine and sugar. 

“It’s not bad,” Soap said with a shrug, taking an obnoxious sip. 

“You’re just saying that because it’s her.” Gaz grinned when Soap nearly spit out the coffee at the unexpected tease.

“Oi–”

“Knock it off,” Price grumbled from his office. “I thought you were leaving early to go check out some new place?” The captain didn’t look up from his computer. 

Gaz huffed at having his fun cut short but rallied again. “Rudy, you coming?”

“Sí,” he agreed, exchanging a look with Alejandro. 

“Ghost?” Soap turned expectant eyes on his friend. 

Ghost waved him off. “Got other things to do,” he grumbled. 

Soap left it at that, just looking at Gaz and Rudy. 

Gaz led the way back down the stairs, tossing his car keys between his hands. As they passed the coffee shop, all three men slowed, just enough to watch Rose counting out the till. She was swinging her hips, just a little, and Soap thought she must be humming along to whatever music was playing. Her curls were held back with a clip today, some falling over her shoulder as long, elegant fingers counted out cash. 

And then they were outside, and Soap forced his mind from her and on to the night ahead. 

–

Monday morning seemed busier than usual at the coffee shop. Gaz waited patiently in line, but Rose barely had time for more than an extra smile and an apology for the wait. Honestly, Gaz wasn’t sure how she did it all - watching her was making him tired. And he’d been on long ops before. 

He took his morning tea upstairs, nodding his greeting to Price, and settled at his desk for the moment. The rest of the team trickled in, some carrying drinks like he did. 

Gaz waited until nearly ten before he took his laptop down to the coffee shop, steps near-silent. Rose was leaning against the counter, frowning down at something, at least until he opened the door and she looked up.

“Hi Gaz.” Her smile was warm and welcoming, tugging something in his chest. “Refill for you?”

“If it’s no trouble.” He smiled at her, walking up to the register. 

“For you? Never.” She turned away to start on his tea, and he watched the sway of her hips. “I asked Soap last week and he got all squirrely about it, but… what is it you do?” She glanced over her shoulder at him. 

Gaz chuckled. “He’s just having fun at your expense,” he soothed. “Private security.”

“That’s a new one.” Rose turned to smile at him, amused. “I’ve seen lawyers, insurance agents, accountants, a couple bookies. But never private security.” 

“Probably sounds more exciting than it is.” 

“I’m sure you manage to have fun, regardless.” 

Gaz smiled a little. “Seems you’ve got our number.” 

“Not quite.” Something flashed in her eyes, a sort of awareness. “But I’ll get there, just you wait.” She winked, easing the atmosphere, and he huffed out a laugh. 

“Mind if I sit here for a while?”

“Please, feel free.” She motioned to the tables. “That’s what they’re for.”

Gaz settled at a table where he could keep her in sight while he worked. His tea was perfect, as always. Really, he’d meant to tease Soap with that comment about it being her that made things special, but… maybe he hadn’t been so far off the mark. 

And then she started humming along with the music playing from the speaker behind the bar. Her voice wasn’t technically the best Gaz had ever heard, but she could follow the music just fine. 

(He’d absolutely deny watching her sway behind the counter, though.) 

It was a peaceful way to spend the rest of his morning, and Gaz didn’t move until after the lunch rush had gone, keeping an eye on her and watching her unflagging cheer. 

–

Rudy made his way down to the coffee shop on Tuesday afternoon. He and Ale had to go offsite to inspect a few things, so he had volunteered to get them coffee to go. Honestly, he was glad to have the chance to talk to Rose on his own. Just to get a better idea of what kind of person she was. 

“Hi,” she greeted as soon as he walked in. “Rodolfo, right? What can I get for you today?” 

He glanced around the coffee shop as he rattled off Ale’s order, and ended up copying it. Made things easier for him. The coffee shop was cute - four tables in the front offered a place to sit, with warm lighting keeping the whole shop cozy. Behind the bar was neat and tidy, although he knew it wasn’t always. The cookie display was filled and also clean. It was easy for him to see the love that went into a place like this. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” She paused in front of him, gaze open though a hint of worry pinched the corners of her eyes. 

“It’s very nice in here.” It was the first thing that came to mind, really. But apparently that was good enough, because her smile bloomed warm and bright for him.

“Thanks! Took me a while to get this place just the way I wanted it.” 

“You did this yourself?” He didn’t try to hide the fact that he was impressed.

“Most of it, yeah.” She scratched the side of her nose, blushing a little. “Whoever operated it before me didn’t keep it up. It was pretty gross when I got it, but that worked in my favor. I got a big discount.” 

Rudy chuckled quietly. “Still, you have done a lot with it. You should be proud.”

“I am.” The almost wistful tilt to her mouth said more, but he didn’t pry. It wasn’t his place. “Are you making any major changes to your office?” 

Rudy shrugged. “I have not heard,” he admitted easily. “That would be up to the Captain. Ah, Price.” 

Interest sparked in her eyes, and for a moment Rudy thought he would have to tell the team-approved misdirection. But she surprised him by simply nodding. “If I remember right, you’ve got lots of natural light up there. Could probably have a few plants.” 

“Maybe.” Rudy blinked at her, surprised.

“Well, here are your coffees. If you drink Alejandro’s, I won’t tell if you don’t.” She winked at him. 

Rudy laughed, holding up one coffee in a salute. “Gracias, bonita.” He chuckled at her little splutter behind him and walked out.

Well. She was certainly cute, and he was beginning to understand why some of the others got quite distracted around her. 

–

Alejandro hadn’t intended to stay late on Wednesday, but, well… Needs must. And since needs must, he also needed a little pick-me-up. 

So he jogged downstairs to get a coffee. 

He caught Rose just as she was coming to the door, and he felt a twinge of regret. Especially since a glance at the nearest clock showed it was just after 6. 

“Do you need a drink?” she asked, holding the door open for him.

“I apologize, I hadn’t realized the time.” He held up his hands, close to backing off. “I will go elsewhere.”

“Nonsense.” She motioned him in with a kind smile. “I’m not closed quite yet. What would you like?” 

“Just a coffee.” A little reluctantly, he followed her up to the counter, watching as she lifted a portion of it to get to the machinery on the other side. 

“Hazelnut? Vanilla? Raspberry?” She glanced back at him as she filled a cup most of the way, leaving room for cream. 

“Just this is plenty.” He pulled out his wallet as she set the coffee in front of him. 

“Don’t worry about it.” She waved off his money, still smiling. “I was just going to throw out the rest of the drip coffee by now anyway. You’re doing me a favor.” 

Ale shook his head, though he was smiling. “You are too kind,” he murmured instead. “You are going home after this?”

“Just have to count out the till and lock up.” Rose didn’t rush him, though, instead working on putting things away while she chatted.

“You be safe, hm?” He almost winced after he said it. Almost.

But Rose didn’t take offense. If anything, she softened. “I always am,” she promised him. “I hope whatever you’re staying late for goes well.” 

“If I survive, I’ll tell you tomorrow.” He smiled at her laugh, enjoying the sound of it even as he left. He stopped at the elevator and turned to look back through the glass doors, watching as she locked the doors. She caught his eye and waved before the elevator doors closed between them. 

–

Ghost didn’t mind staying late. Not like he had a plethora of other places to be, after all. (And if occasionally that meant getting to shove Price out of his office to get some damn sleep, well, nobody was around to accuse him of it.) 

It was nearly 1930 by the time he left the office, locking up behind him. The quiet of the building told him he was likely the last one out. Again, fine by him. 

He paused on the ground floor, glancing around. The lights in the coffee shop were still on. Odd. She was never open this late. 

For a moment he stood outside the glass door, looking in, debating with himself. He could continue home - it wasn’t his business, nor his problem. 

Then he heard swearing from inside, tired and aggravated. Ghost huffed. Well. If nothing else, he’d throw Johnny at her tomorrow. 

The door was open when he tried it, and he scowled a little. Risky. Anyone could walk in. (The irony of that statement was not lost to him.) 

“We’re closed!” Rose called from the back. 

“Left your door unlocked,” Ghost grunted, making his way up to the counter. 

Rose was quick to appear from the back, hair back in a ponytail tonight. She blinked at him, startled, before she shook her head. “Knew I forgot something,” she muttered. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll make sure to lock it.” But her smile was off, wan and tired.

“You should go home.” He crossed his arms over his chest, watching her. 

Rose puffed up for a moment… and then deflated with a sigh. “You’re probably right,” she muttered, rubbing a hand over her eyes. “I’ll go soon.”

“It’s late.” He didn’t budge. 

“It’s fine.” She was entirely too dismissive of her own safety. 

Ghost narrowed his eyes at her. She tipped her chin, undaunted and defiant. His chuckle surprised the both of them. She had guts, that was for sure. 

“I’ll wait for you.”

Her eyes narrowed at him, and he could practically see her examining and discarding arguments. “You won’t be budged, will you?”

“Nope.”

“Fine. Fine!” She threw her hands up in a mostly exaggerated show of annoyance. “Let me get my things.” Turning away, she muttered, “Those numbers will still be there tomorrow.” 

Ah. Something in the books wasn’t adding up. Not his problem, but. Intel was always good to have. True to his word, Ghost stood there and waited as she gathered up her coat and purse from the back, turning off lights as she went. 

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” Rose ushered him out ahead of her, and Ghost was amused enough to allow it. She was close to a foot shorter than him - there was no way she was moving him if he didn’t want to be moved. 

“I know.” He kept his voice bland, standing by the door as she crouched to lock it. 

“You’re not walking me home.” Her gaze was just a little wary. Good. She did have some sense, despite her friendliness.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.” 

She huffed again but smiled. “I’m all set here. Have a good night.”

Ghost nodded, walking her to the door of the building and watching which direction she turned. He had to go the opposite way. But he hadn’t gone more than a few steps when she yelled back to him.

“Coffee is on me tomorrow!”

“I don’t drink coffee!” he yelled back, caught between amusement and annoyance.

Rose just laughed and ran across the street. 

–

Price had finally heard enough of Soap’s mumbling about “Friday cookies” to go downstairs, if only to get the Scotsman to shut up for a while. Even though Soap had already eaten two. 

Price just wanted some damn peace and quiet in his office. 

The lunch rush had already been and gone when he walked in, but Rose was alone behind the counter. She looked tired, hair tied back messily with a few errant curls falling in her face. But she stood up straight with a smile as soon as she spotted him.

“Hi John! What can I get for you today?”

“Some of those cookies.” Price eyed the display case. They did look good. And they smelled good, which was a problem. “Six of each.” 

“Coming right up.” She moved a little more carefully than normal, transferring the cookies into a box. “Anything else for you?” 

Price was quiet for a moment, watching her. “You alright, love?” The endearment slipped out without his permission, but he couldn’t regret it when she blushed. 

“Yeah, fine, just… rearranging some plans.” She glanced away from him, unable to hold eye contact. Lying. But this wasn’t an op, she was just the pretty coffee shop owner. So he didn’t push. 

“Well, hope it works out for you.” He handed her more money than needed, as always. “The door is open, if you need anything.”

She blinked at him, openly startled by the offer. But before he could retract it or feel self-conscious, she smiled, warm and a little bashful and a lot hopeful. “Thank you, John.” 

John took his box of cookies, only one thought on his mind as he headed back upstairs:

How had he not noticed she was so beautiful?

[hiroyildiz]

One Piece but Luffy is flirty as fuck.

This boy was raised on a bar until he was seven. He spend most of his time with Shanks in said bar and idolized that man. He heard so many things.

Then he was sent to live with literal bandits and I'll be damned if those dumbasses never tried to rip off rich assholes by schmoozing em.

There is also Ace and Sabo. These three tricked restaurants into believing they were an adult man. I can't imagine Ace not taking the role a little too far and flirting with waiters. Sabo was raised rich and he never grew out of that gentelmanly passive aggressive flirtation tactics that work on rich women, whick consisted of body language and small touches on the hands, shoulders and hair. After Sabo's incident it was only two of them Luffy would sweet talk people to distract them as Ace piled up dishes from the kitchen.

Worst thing is, he doesn't even know he is doing it. He is constantly using words like: love, honey, sugar, sweetheart, etc... and his crew just gets used to it along with pecks on the cheek and pats on their shoulders, arms, cheeks, legs... They know he doesn't mean anything bad by it but their first meeting were awkward at best.

Luffy: All this heat must be getting to your pretty head, what about you come with me sugar and sail the seas?

Zoro *thinking*: I will kill this guy.

-after all the fiasco-

Luffy: What do you say, love? Ready to go?

Zoro *thinking*: Wtf? I'm... gay?

Zoro: Aye aye, captain.

Luffy *twirling a lock of Nami's hair on his fingers*: You know stealing is bad, kitten.

Nami: Listen here you fuck-

Luffy: I knew your daddy, he was a nice guy, very handsome, just like you.

Nami, Usopp: WTF MAN???

(Zoro is getting the hang of Luffy-ism at the time so he doesn't outwardly react but still feels the shiver)

Luffy: All Blue can have all the fish at the sea, if only I get to keep you, darlin'.

Sanji *panicking bc some weirdo is flirting w him*: Nu-uh. I'm into women. Go away. Go. Just go!

Luffy: *Only ever addresses Vivi as Princess*

Luffy: The real monster is my heart, can't you hear it roaring?

Chopper *a doctor*: What do YOU MEAN YOUR HEART IS ROARING?!

Luffy: Sure u can stay Mama.

Robin: *morbidly curious and entertained*

Luffy: Wow, look at those guns, baby.

Franky: *too dense to know what flirting look like*

Franky: I know right. They are SUPER.

Brook: I can't feel anything. Why? Because I'm all bones and no skin! Yohohohoho!

Luffy: Does that mean you can't feel my love for you?🥺

Brook *panicked*: Of course I feel it! Deep in my bones! Yohohohohoho...

Luffy: You can have my heart mr. tall, dark and handsome.

Law * Slightly suspicious*: No thanks.

Luffy: U sure, sweetheart? It beats for u. *Wink wink*

Law *100% suspicious*: U-huh.

Luffy *At Wano*: Kids! Daddy is back!

Crew: *Cheers*

Jimbe *Resigned after Impel Down plus Marinefors plus Mermaid Island*: Yeah kids, daddy's home!

Everyone is mortified. Straw Hats are the flirtiest bunch u will ever meet. And Shanks doesn't even know what he has created.

[nemeliis]

Do you think that Captain Caviar would have one of those ugly ass lap dogs It's like 20 year's old, will probably outlive Caviar, has no teeth, always shaking, tongue out, yipping at the air. Caviar overhypes his dog SO bad and is like "hes so badass and strong" and Vanilla Sugar wants to see him so the next day he brings in this little Italian Greyhound with completely bugged out eye's and no teeth strut's in with a little scarf cause it's his 21st birthday and Custards like "I thought you had a pitbull. Not...THAT." And Caviars like "AY! it's his 21st birthday leave em' alone!"

He's the Captain's favorite crew mate,,,

[namesforwriters]

Music Inspired Names (fem)

Aida ~ Arabic, Italian, meaning "reward," "happy."

Aida is the name of a famous, tragic opera composed by Giuseppe Verdi. Set in Ancient Egypt, Aida is an Ethiopian princess who is captured and enslaved by the Egyptians. She and Radamès, an Egyptian military captain, fall in love. pronunciation: ay-ee-da, aid-ah

Allegra ~ Italian, meaning "cheerful," "lively," "playful."

Derived from the musical term "allegro" indicating the tempo, or speed, at which a piece should be played. Allegro usually indicates a lively and fast tempo. pronunciation: ah-leg-grah

Aria ~ Italian, meaning "air."

An aria is a piece of music written for a single voice or singer. Arias are most commonly associated with opera productions and refer to both male and female solos. Arias are usually part of a larger work and can be accompanied by instruments or sung without. pronunciation: ah-ree-ah

Bell ~ Old English, meaning "to roar," "to make loud noise."

Most know this word as the name of an instrument. A bell is used in both music and in other parts of life. Bells are commonly used in Christian churches to signal the beginning of service, and bells are also known to come in many shapes, sizes, and tones. pronunciation: bell

Cadence ~ Latin, meaning "a falling."

The term "cadence" is used, in Western music theory, to describe the end of a musical phrase in which a melody or harmony comes to a resolution. It always feels like closure, like a conclusion. pronunciation: kay-dence

Calliope ~ Greek, meaning "beautiful-voiced."

Calliope, in Greek mythology, is one of the nine Muses; goddesses of the arts and music. Calliope was the leader of the Muses and ruled over epic poetry. pronunciation: cah-lie-ah-pee

Carmen ~ Spanish, Latin, meaning "garden," "song."

Carmen is a French opera composed by Georges Bizet. Set in Spain, the story tells of a soldier, Don José, who abandons his post and sweetheart for the fearless, free-spirited, fiery, Romani girl Carmen. pronunciation: car-men

Carol ~ French, English, meaning "circle dance," "joyful song."

A carol is a type of song that is usually festive and sometimes religious in nature. Originally, many carols were upbeat and easy to dance to. pronunciation: care-ol

Cecilia ~ Latin, meaning "blind," also spelled as "Caecilia."

Cecilia is the Catholic patron saint of music. It is supposed that Cecilia was a Roman noble lady who was forced to marry despite her vow of virginity. At the wedding, Cecilia sang to God in her heart, and later, her husband Valerian promised to respect Cecilia's vow. Both she and her husband experienced Catholic martyrdom. pronunciation: seh-see-lee-ah, kae-kil-ee-ah

Celeste ~ French, meaning "heavenly."

Sometimes called a "celesta," a celeste is a musical instrument similar to a glockenspiel and resembling an upright piano. More tinkling, soft, and bell-like in sound and tone than a piano, the most famous music piece using a celeste is Tchaikovsky's "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy." pronunciation: seh-lest

Chantelle ~ French, meaning "singer."

Derived from the French verb "chanter," meaning "to sing," Chantelle is a wonderful name with a musical meaning. It can also be spelled as Chantel, and Chantal. pronunciation: shawn-tell

Clio ~ Greek, meaning "to recount," "to celebrate."

Clio, in Greek mythology, is one of the Nine muses; goddesses of the arts and music. Clio is mainly the muse of history, but is also occasionally considered the muse of lyre playing. pronunciation: clee-oh, cl-eye-oh

Demi ~ Italian, meaning "half."

In music, "demi" is rarely used on its own. In music theory, demi can sometimes be used to describe half of something. A demi-cadence (a half resolution), or a demisemiquaver note (half of a sixteenth note, so a thirty-second note). pronunciation: deh-mee

Giselle ~ French, meaning "pledge."

Giselle is the name of a popular ballet. It is considered a masterwork in classical ballet, and is not only one of the most-performed, but most challenging productions in the world of ballet. It tells the tragic, romantic story of young Giselle and a disguised noble, Albrecht. pronunciation: jih-zelle

Harmony ~ Greek, meaning "concord," "agreement," "joint."

Harmony is a huge concept and part of Western music, largely relating to the layering of complimentary notes and passages on top of a melody to create chords, textures, tonalities, and unique sounds in music. Harmonies can be both simple and complex. Sometimes the term "harmony" is used to refer to an ensemble line that is not the melody. pronunciation: har-mon-ee

Hilde ~ German, meaning "ready for battle," "battle woman."

Derived from Hildegard, Hildegard von Bingen was a composer, writer, philosopher, visionary, and medical writer from Germany in the Middle Ages. She is one of the best-known composers of sacred Christian music in the world and one of the best-recorded as well. pronunciation: hill-dah, hill-deh-gard

Kassia ~ Greek, Latin, meaning "hollow."

Sometimes seen as Cassia or Kassiani, Kassia was a Byzantine-Greek composer and poet who lived over 1,200 years ago. She is unique for being the sole female composer to exist in Byzantine liturgy with over 50 hymns and over 260 verses attributed to her. pronunciation: kah-see-ah

Lauda ~ Italian, meaning "praise."

A lauda was the singular most important form of sacred music in the late Medieval to Renaissance times in Italy. The lauda is largely considered the precurser to the modern Christmas carol. Laude are characterized by their simple melodies sung in the vernacular, which at the time, was Latin. pronunciation: lau-dah, lah-dah

Lyra ~ Greek, meaning "lyre."

Derived from "Lyre," Lyra is a feminine name related to the Ancient Greek stringed instrument. Lyres were usually played as accompaniment to epic poetry and story telling. The Ancient Greeks tended to strum the stings like a guitar, but other cultures plucked the strings like a harp. pronunciation: lie-ra

Madrigal ~ Latin, meaning "song for unaccompanied voices."

This term has a couple meanings when it comes to music. The earlier type of madrigal was a Medieval, Italian music form composed for two voices. Later, during the Renaissance and Baroque periods, madrigals were secular compositions written for two to eight voices with no instrumental accompaniment. pronunciation: mad-rih-gahl

Melody ~ Greek, meaning "singing," "chanting."

The term melody can describe the main tune of rhythms and pitches that make a song or piece. The foreground of a piece of music, the melody is arguably the most important element of composition. pronunciation: mel-oh-dee

Meret ~ Egyptian, meaning "she who is beloved."

In Ancient Egyptian mythology, Meret is the goddess of music, dancing, singing, and joy. She helps maintain cosmic order through music. She is usually seen with a blue lotus flower or papyrus reed. pronunciation: mehr-eht, mehr-iht

Musette ~ French, meaning "little bagpipe."

Derived from both "Muse," the name for the nine Ancient Greek goddess of music, literature, sciences, and the arts, as well as a type of French bagpipe, Musette is a great music-inspired name. pronunciation: moo-zette, myoo-zette

Octavia ~ Latin, meaning "eighth."

Octavia is a name taken from the Latin octave, meaning "eight." In music, an octave is a range of typically eight notes. The first and eighth note are always the same, with one higher than the other in pitch. pronunciation: oct-ehve

Scheherazade ~ Persian, meaning "exalted one," "noble lineage."

Known best as as the storyteller from the narrative A Thousand and One Nights, Scheherazade is also the name of an orchestral work composed by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, which is acclaimed to have one of the most beautiful violin solos ever written. Scheherezade is not only a beautiful name, but also has nickname potential. pronunciation: sheh-hair-eh-zahd-eh, sheh-hair-eh-zahd-ee, sheh-hair-eh-zahd

Sirena ~ Greek, meaning "enchanter."

In Ancient Greek mythology, sirens were humanlike beings who often took on the appearances of beautiful women. They lived in the seas, singing in alluring voices, and luring men to their deaths. In modern tales, sirens and mermaids are sometimes described as the same creature. Sirena is derived from "siren." pronunciation: sir-een-ah

Symphonia ~ Greek, meaning "agreement."

"Symphonia" was sometimes used to describe various instruments, including bagpipes, drums, and a hurdy-gurdy. In more common knowledge, a "symphony" is an extended musical composition from Western classical music. Some of the most famous symphonies are Beethoven's Fifth, Mozart's 40th, and Dvořák's Ninth. pronunciation: sim-phone-ee-ah

Thalia ~ Greek, meaning "the joyous," "the flourishing."

Thalia, in Greek mythology, is one of the Nine muses; goddesses of the arts and music. Thalia is the muse of comedy, or, stories that have happy endings. She's sometimes portrayed with a horn or trumpet in hand. pronunciation: t-ah-lia, th-al-ia

Viola ~ Latin, Italian, meaning "violet," "of the arm."

The viola is a musical instrument slightly bigger than and lower in pitch than a violin. A traditional string quartet usually has two violins, a viola, and a cello. Overshadowed by the violin, violas are nevertheless beautiful instruments. pronunciation: vie-oh-la, vee-oh-la

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[saltofmercury]

hello my dearest, may i request a soft/fluff of baker!reader teaching/showing any cod character of your choice, how to bake/making pastries, just pure fun and giggles 🤭🥰

freaking love your writing, thank you for your time❤️

“Cookies”

Thousands of miles away, at some base in a new country, there’s a craving disrupting Soap’s body. It’s random, bubbling inside him, and growing everyday.

“You think they got chocolate chips here?” He asked Gaz one morning during breakfast.

“Er— I’m sure the cook has something, he’s American.”

Soap, embarrassed by already craving something you made, was not about to ask another man to bake him cookies— let alone bake those cookies, fuck them up, and have to eat them because he asked him to do them.

On FaceTime that night, he’s complaining about how bad he needs those cookies.

“You don’t understand pet, it’s like a need at this point.” He scoffed, his mouth watering imagining the mini chocolate chips you use, the softness of the cookie in the middle, the crunchy, salty edges he saves to get that perfect last bite.

“I could make some and ship them to you,” you offer, knowing that they would get to him pretty late, and if there’s anything worse than a hungry Johnny, it’s a pissed off Johnny.

“Ugh no, as much as I would love that pet, I just know it’s not the same fresh out of the oven like you make them.”

He laughs, then adds,

“look at me, craving sugar like an American, what have you done to me?”

You laugh, and suggest asking the cook if he would make it.

“If he’s American, I’m sure he’s nice and will offer to make them.”

He side eyes you. Remembering how much of an ego he’s got to uphold here. At home, he can be soft, loving, playful.

He’s wrapped around your finger. He’s willing to do anything and everything for you. From carrying your shopping bags, to bringing you your morning coffee. He rubs your feet at night, and warms up your towel once you get out of the shower. He dotes on you, knowing that you’ll return the love if he asks you for something too.

But here? He’s captain. He’s got to lead his team, he’s got to tear it into someone when they do something stupid. He’s a leader here, not your boyfriend.

“Listen, I’ll send you the ingredients. It doesn’t hurt to ask. You’ve got another two months babe.”

*

Soap’s outside the kitchen area, pacing around. He knows he’s going to look like an absolute knob asking another man for cookies.

The cook comes out. He’s a blond man, shorter than Soap, he’s got a fresh buzz cut, going bald at the crown of his head. He’s got pink cheeks, from endless heat surrounding him in the kitchen. He looks at Soap, offers him a timid smile.

“Hey ya mate, how’s it goin?”

“Hello. I’m good how are you?”

“Captain MacTavish, listen I got an usual request for you…” he holds his hand out.

The man freezes up, wondering what sort of request this entails.

“Uh—sure what is it?”

“I need cookies.”

The man laughs at Soap. Guides him to the kitchen where he’s stored some snickerdoodle cookies and oatmeal raisin cookies in a bin. There’s a green apple in the bin, assuming to store its freshness. He looks at Soap, waiting for him to take one.

“Take one.”

Soap does not mean to be rude. The last thing he wants is to offend someone in the kitchen but these aren’t cookies. These aren’t made with love. These cookies look like odd shaped discs. He rubs his hand over his face.

“Listen mate, I don’t mean to come off as a bampot but I was kind of hopin’ you could follow my bird’s recipe.”

The man covers the cookies and stores them away.

“Oh sure. What do you got in mind?”

Soap hands him the recipe he’s written down from your email. The chef looks at it and looks back at Soap. “Chocolate chip?”

“Aye…”

He smiles at Soap, and begins to laugh.

“Kind of funny you call them cookies and not biscuits huh?”

Soap doesn’t find this funny at all. Because of his bird calls them cookies, they’re fucking cookies.

It takes about two weeks to get the ingredients. Soap waits around the kitchen talking to the chef but criticizing everything he does wrong. There’s just no flow to them. There’s no effort put into the cookies. By the time they come out of the oven, they look wonky, misshaped rocks.

Soap judges these cookies HARD. He takes a bite and immediately hates them. He can't believe he ever trusted someone to even try to copy your recipe.

“Nope, sorry mate. We’ve got to call my bird.”

*

It’s 2 in the morning when he calls. You ignore it the first time, thinking it’s a dream, but the second time your phone goes off, you pick it up to see it’s Johnny, calling you via FaceTime. Fear runs through your body, assuming the worst.

As you pick up, you're rubbing sleep out of your eyes, hoping it's nothing serious going on.

Johnny's there, adjusting the camera, smiling big and wide. He's not in his usual office surrounded by dull beige paint and steel furniture. He's in a kitchen? A blond man standing next to him.

"Johnny?"

"Hiya pet! Listen, I know it's late over there but I could really use your help."

You're staring at him, confused.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"Course I am, I just need you to guide me step by step on baking your cookies."

You can't fucking believe it. You start laughing hysterically, not willing to believe what he's asking you right now. Part of you feels joy, love, and admiration, you kind of don't care that it's two in the morning, you just want him to suppress the craving he's been having.

You stand up, go to the kitchen, and get your supplies out.

You're standing in your kitchen, it's dark, you've got on one of Johnny's t-shirts on, covering your bum, and your hair is up in a rats nest, clipped by two claw-clips.

"Ok, so first you're going to melt the butter. You're going to need half a cup, so a stick should do." You model it for him then ask him to do the same.

Johnny runs over to the fridge, takes out the butter, puts in the pot.

"Babe, make sure the fire is on low, you don't want to burn it while it melts."

The man walks over and lowers the heat.

"Aye! I almost forgot! Pet this is..." Johnny is stunned that he didn't even ask the poor man's name.

"My name is Richard."

Johnny huffs out a laugh. "Aye, it's Chef Dick."

"Johnny..." You start over the other end of the line, and the chef dismisses it, saying he gets it all the time.

"I'm sorry about him, he can be immature sometimes, we're working on it."

"So, you're going to get half a cup of brown sugar, and a third of a cup of white sugar."

Richard looks at Johnny, who's looking for brown sugar but doesn't have any. Richard walks over to the pantry, gets the white sugar and molasses.

"Guess we got to make our own brown sugar." He mixes the molasses and white sugar until he's got enough. He packs it into the cup.

"Is the butter cooled down yet?" Johnny runs over to the pot, touching the edge of it.

"Yes pet, now what?"

"Okay, you're going to mix the cooled butter, white sugar, and brown sugar together until it's a nice paste like consistency."

He's overestimated the coolness of the butter because it's still pretty hot. He stirs it into the bowl, Richard watching him work with a flat spatula.

Richard interrupts, "excuse me, do you think working with a whisk would work better?"

"Yes Richard!" you chirp, "That would be much better than whatever Johnny is using."

Johnny looks over at you, raising the spatula he's used, replacing it with the whisk that Richard hands over.

You start shouting orders at Richard.

"While he works on that, I need you to get a cup and one-fourth of flour in a bowl, with three-fourths of salt, and half a teaspoon of baking powder and baking soda."

Richard completes this request, Johnny still whisking away at the sugar and butter.

"Let me see how you're doing babe." you tell johnny, but both Richard and Johnny hold up their own bowls, Johnny laughing at Richard.

You ignore them, clearly flustered, and tell Johnny to mix in the two teaspoons of vanilla extract and one egg.

Johnny goes and mixes it in, you see the way his eyes light up.

"OH fucking hell, pet this is what they look like!" He's proud of himself, then waits for the next step.

"Okay, now I need you to fold in the flour that Richard has into that bowl, with the spatula you had. Do it in small batches Johnny, don't pour it all in at once."

Johnny is folding it in, Richard helping him with little pieces here and there. Once that's completed, you tell him to put in the chocolate chips.

"You don't have to measure, just whatever your heart tells you."

"Aye, and my heart tells me to put in half the bag." Johnny pours in the chips, then folds them in.

"Look at me pet, just look at me! I can make what you make!" you laugh from the other end, knowing that he's going to hate the next part.

"You preheated the oven? 350?"

"No, fucking hell, Richard what’s 350 degrees!?"

Richard goes over to the oven and preheats it. Richard comes back to the screen, then waits for your next order.

"Alright, you're gonna need an ice cream scoop. Once you've settled about 5 cookies on the sheet pan, you bake for 12 minutes."

Richard looks at you, then Johnny.

"Ice cream scoop?"

"Yeah pet, why do we need an ice cream scoop?"

"To scoop the cookies onto the pan, that's how you get them big enough, the way you like them."

Richard lines up the pan with parchment paper, begins to scoop the cookies onto the pan.

"Jesus dick, you've got the hands of an angel look how evenly you've placed them!"

Johnny brings the phone over, and you praise Richard for giving each cookie a good amount of space.

They wait until the oven beeps, placing the sheet of cookies inside, and Richard setting a timer on the oven.

As they wait, Richard asks for your name.

"oh it's-"

Johnny interrupts, saying that it's classified, and to not get any ideas trying to look you up on any social media accounts.

You ignore Johnny and tell Richard to go ahead.

The three of you talk about what's going on in the world, the plans you have for this weekend, and what made Richard become a chef for the 141. As Richard tells you his life story, Johnny walks over to the oven, beaming that they've officially gone down, only a few more seconds until they're in his hands.

The timer goes off, and Richard and Johnny look at each other. Richard goes to pull the cookies out of the oven, wide eyed at how perfect they look.

“So that’s the secret to the perfect shape huh?”

“Make sure they cool for about 3 minutes!” You yell out.

Richard placed them on a cooling rack, begins to prepare the other cookies with the ice cream scoop.

Johnny smiles at the camera, watching you clean up your things.

“Aye pet, I love you, you know that? I’m glad you could help.”

You offer a tired smile, walking back to your bed.

Richard and Johnny each get a cookie, melting before your eyes.

“Hot dog! These are fantastic!” He looks at you, Johnny laughing at his American coming out.

“Did ya hear that pet? He said hot dog like Mickey Mouse…” Johnny holding back his laughter.

“Alright guys, enjoy the cookies. Baby I expect a call from you tomorrow night.”

“Aye pet! Thank you for this.”

“Thank you pet? I appreciate the new ideas you’ve given me!” Richard says in the background.

You hang up.

Johnny sits back against the counter looking at Richard.

“Ice cream scoop. Who would’ve thought?”

[sanjoongie]

FFF~ Day 10

♡Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) x Jeong Yunho ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: mermaid, pirate  ♡Word Count: 3,468 ♡Warnings: threesome, mxm, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex (no barrier), lots of messy kissing, cum eating, m/m/f orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Oral Fixation, SMG | Next Day~ Impregnation, KYS ♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland & @mejuii the unholy trinity beta team

“Wait!” You threw yourself in front of the siren, barring Yunho from heaving the whaler spear at Wooyoung.

“Get out of the way,” Yunho growled at you.

“What’s wrong, Mister Big, Bad Pirate?” Wooyoung provoked Yunho, “You’re as threatening as a fish with no teeth.”

Yunho didn’t put down the spear. His nose touched yours, looking to intimidate you out of the way. “I’m going to kill him, now get out of my way.”

You pulled a sword from the sheath at your waist. It was curved and wicked, just like you. “No you’re not. This siren has made an oath to Poseidon himself that he will show us where the treasure is. You cannot kill him. We need him.”

Yunho’s lips tightened into a thin line. “We can find another treasure map to follow, this one’s life is forfeit.

“Oh, how I long to feel his pretty fingers around my neck,” Wooyoung continued to throw barbed comments and make your job harder.

“Stand down, Yunho. Or I’ll have you keel-hauled,” You said sugar-sweetly.

Yunho paled and swallowed hard. “But Captain--” 

“Either you start taking a few steps back Yunho or I’ll really give you a scar that all the whores can squeal about,” You threatened.

“Aye, Captain,” Yunho said with an air of defeat. He put the whaling spear back on its rack but was still glaring daggers at Wooyoung.

You crouched down in front of Wooyoung. The shirt he had been given to hide his nakedness pooled around him like a dress almost. His chest peeked through the v-neck and his bronze thighs were on view. But you ignored all that to grasp his face harshly. “You are going to keep your mouth shut or I will gag you, do you hear me, Siren?” 

Wooyoung smiled smugly, even with his cheeks smushed together. “If you knew anything about me--”

You ripped a piece of fabric from your long jacket and immediately tied it tightly, cutting into Wooyoung’s mouth and cheeks. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You grabbed him by the upper arm and dragged him towards your cabin. You didn’t trust the look in Yunho’s eyes. He might kill Wooyoung and ask for forgiveness later. So the siren would stay in your cabin, locked with the key you kept around your neck. Wooyoung stumbled a bit, his legs a new thing to him still. 

The burning hatred that Yunho felt for the siren never faded. And Wooyoung never truly stopped trying to get Yunho to rise to his bait. It was a pain in your behind, if you were being honest with yourself. 

It didn't come to a head until you caught Yunho in your cabin, nose to nose with Wooyoung, who still roomed in your cabin for safety reasons. 

"Jeong Yunho," You said his name, low and dangerous like.

"Captain!" Yunho yelped.

"How in the world did you get in here? I locked the door myself!"

Wooyoung had a look on his face like he had caused mischief. "I let him in," he chirped, no shame at all.

"How?!"

Wooyoung looked smug and satisfied with himself. "I learned how to sing at a frequency that unlocks your door."

You rubbed your eyebrow, a new tick you seemed to have acquired since you had captured the siren. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Captain, he's leading us on a wild goose chase! He's never going to bring us to the treasure." You could have sworn there was a pout on your crew's lips. 

"Yunho, I have told you. When one looks for the famous Cromer, you do not simply walk up to it. There are dead ends, countless trials to rise above--it's an adventure!"

"I want to find the Cromer," Wooyoung gave you honest eyes, "I want my tail back."

Along the string where the key to your cabin hung, also hung a blue shell. You had learned from a seawitch how to steal the tail from a siren and trap them. Wooyoung had no chance when you happened upon him in a small inlet. 

"See, Yunho? I have everything under control," You purred.

You moved across the room and sat behind your desk. Yunho and Wooyoung, however, were still close enough to kiss. And then you had a brilliant idea.

 “You two owe me a boon,” You announced suddenly.

Both men sent you a quizzical look. You placed your feet on your desk, boot by boot, crossing your arms behind your neck. “Wooyoung, I told you that if you used your siren tricks on my ship, I’d crush this shell and you would lose your tail forever. And the last time you were in my cabin without an invitation, I swore to you that I would cut your throat myself, Jeong Yunho.”

Yunho winced and Wooyoung looked positively terrified. You had them exactly where you wanted them. “I will let this go on one condition.” You had the complete attention of both of the men in your room. “A kiss.”

A slow smile spread across Wooyoung’s face. “If you wanted a kiss from me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Captain,” Yunho’s ears were red. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You smiled devilishly. “Oh, I didn’t say you were kissing me.”

Yunho picked up what you were putting down first. “You want us to kiss each other?!”

“I have had it with the tension between the two of you. I could cut it with my scimitar and it would still engulf us all. Simply kiss each other and we will put all of this behind us. I will not ruin both your lives and you will no longer bother me with your dispute.”

Wooyoung and Yunho eyed each other like they were viewing each other for the first time. Wooyoung appeared as if the gears in his head were turning and Yunho was desperately trying to find a way out of this.

“You swear you’ll never bring this up again?” Yunho asked for clarification. 

“I swear by Scylla herself. And if I do so break said oath, may she find me and drag me to the depths of Mariana’s Trench,” You promised. 

Then, to your complete and utter surprise, Yunho grabbed Wooyoung by the back of his neck and slanted his mouth over the siren’s. Wooyoung’s eyes were wide with shock before his hands tightened into fists on Yunho’s shirt and he kissed him back. Yunho seemed to melt into the kiss, forgetting all his anger for Wooyoung. Yunho’s free hand moved up Wooyoung’s thigh and settled on his hip. 

Your lips parted slightly, in awe of the sight you beheld. Wooyoung was eagerly returning Yunho’s kiss, a flash of a short tongue from Wooyoung’s end, startling both you and Yunho. Yunho broke the kiss, practically jumping backwards away from Wooyoung.

Wooyoung whined, “Why did you stop? I was enjoying that!”

“That--no! That was not--!!” Yunho couldn't seem to gather his words to express what he was feeling. If he even knew what he was feeling. Instead he turned his focus on you. “Captain!”

“Yes, Yunho?”

Yunho put his hands in front of his crotch. To anyone, it would look like he was standing in front of you humbly. You knew better. “May I be dismissed?”

You nodded and Yunho practically flew from the room. You watched him with a smirk, laughing quietly under your breath.

“Captain,” Wooyoung drew your attention to himself, “Do you dangle gifts from the overworld to urge me to stay?”

You shrugged your shoulders, getting up from your desk to go sit on your bed. “I did nothing of the sort.”

A few nights later, Wooyoung was sitting on the bench of the window, gazing at the full moon. A smart rap on your door startled him, but you got up to answer it. You had been detailing the maps and your diary of where your adventure had taken you thus far. You knew there was still more to this adventure to yet traverse, and you were just as excited as the day you had made the deal with Wooyoung about finding the Cromer.

There you found Yunho, wringing his hands in anxiety. “Captain, may I come in?”

You nodded curtly. “Wooyoung, take a walk,” You ordered.

“Actually,” Yunho’s eyes danced between Wooyoung and you. “Can he stay?”

Wooyoung looked like a gaping fish and you felt his sentiments exactly. “Wooyoung, remain where you are. It seems like our Big, Bad Pirate has something to say.”

You let Yunho into your cabin and closed the door quietly. Yunho moved to stand in front of your desk. His hands reached out for the Hippocampus carving you had on your desk. It seemed like he needed a distraction for what he was about to say.

“Captain, I--” Yunho turned around abruptly, “I have caused nothing but trouble since I boarded this ship.”

“Aye, you have,” You agreed with that statement.

“I have questioned you on several occasions when I should have followed you loyally as your crew. I have made untoward advances to you when I should have respected you as my captain. I even let my anger get the best of me and attempted to kill the siren who was going to make a myth among legends. I have come to make amends.” Yunho’s eyes were pleading with you, big and brown and liquid, almost like a seal’s.

You began to walk towards Yunho, heels clicking against the worn floor. “How do you plan on repaying me, crew member Yunho?” You purred. You had been praying to Aphrodite herself for this night to happen.

Yunho looked down at his boots. “I am at your mercy, Captain. Whatever you wish of me, I will do.”

Wooyoung poked his head around Yunho’s body, leaning far to the side to make eye contact with you. “What does this have to do with me?”

Yunho’s ears got red and he began to stutter again. “I--I als-so have c-come to m-make amends with you to-too.”

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes. “Is he being cute on purpose?”

You laughed a belly laugh at Yunho’s reaction, throwing his hands up and shaking them as if to fend off any bad thoughts. “No, no, I--!” Yunho’s eyebrows furrowed. You could tell he really didn’t know how to handle this situation, but he did know, if you ordered him like last time…

You tapped a finger to your lips, “Hmmmm…”

“Puh-please, Captain,” Yunho begged.

You walked around your desk and came toe to toe with Wooyoung. The siren couldn't stand boots but accepted sandals. He refused to wear any hose, so his pants stopped at his calves to show off his tan skin. He had taken a liking to the airy, billowy shirts, much like the first one he had donned that first day without his tail. All he needed was a tiny braid coming from the nape of his neck and soon he would appear like any pirate. He was just a beautiful as the day you had fished him from the water.

“Siren,” You greeted him.

Wooyoung pouted, “I like it better when you call me Wooyoung.”

You ignored his play at being adorable. “How many nights have you been trapped in this room?”

Wooyoung pursed his lips to the side in thought. “Many moon cycles.”

“And out of how many of those nights have you attempted to seduce me?”

Wooyoung smiled, closed-lipped and proud. “Majority of those.”

“What if I were to offer you a night with my crew?” You tilted your head when you asked the question.

Wooyoung’s eyes widened in excitement. “Truly?”

“Captain,” Yunho whined.

“I’m getting there, Yunho,” You growled.

“Yunho is looking to balance the scales. He will do whatever I ask. You seem eager to bed anything with legs. What is your will, siren? Would you spend a night between two pirates?”

Wooyoung nodded his head eagerly. “Please!”

You tapped his nose smartly. “Then listen to me. I am in charge of Yunho. Yunho is in charge of you. You are at the bottom of this pyramid. My word is final. Do you agree to those terms?”

Wooyoung grinned, as game as ever. “Aye, Captain,” He replied jauntily. 

“Yunho?” 

Yunho stiffened at the sound of his name. “Captain?”

“This is your last chance to walk out of this cabin. I am more than happy to entertain Wooyoung in order to deter his more wily side,” You offered.

Yunho didn’t answer. He simply walked to your bed and sat down on it. He looked determined. He looked nervous. But more importantly… he looked excited. “Nay, Captain, I’ll not back down.”

“Then so be it,” You announced. You leaned down and kissed Wooyoung, a chaste thing compared to the kiss that Yunho and Wooyoung had exchanged. “The deal is sealed.”

You left Wooyoung and strode purposefully to your bed. “Now to deliver it.” 

Yunho tipped his head back. You knocked Yunho’s booted feet to the side, to spread his legs so that you could stand between them. You ran your hand through his hair and cupped the back of his head. “You are to do everything I order you to do Yunho.”

Yunho nodded. “Aye, Captain.”

You licked Yunho’s bottom lip and he opened them for you. You kissed him slowly but long enough that when you broke the kiss, he looked dreamy and dazed. “Yunho, darling, are you sure you’re going to be able to handle this?” You whispered.

Yunho shook his head, “I know I won’t be able to. That’s why I want it.”

“Come, Wooyoung,” You beckoned the siren over with a crooked finger, “Our Yunho is ready for us.”

Wooyoung jogged over but stopped behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and perched his chin on your shoulder. “I don’t think he’s ready,” Wooyoung teased.

Yunho’s eyes shot down to his lap. You tapped his head to tip upwards with a finger. “Yunho, you can’t very well command Wooyoung like that. Where is all your pent-up anger for our pet siren?” Yunho’s eyes sharpened at that comment. 

Like a flip of a coin, Yunho went from a stuttering mess to a man in charge. Wooyoung’s back was against your bed as Yunho braced himself above the siren. They made out messily, grinding their pelvises together, still all their clothing on. You weren’t a part of the equation, not yet at least, because you needed Yunho to establish his superiority over Wooyoung before you took both their reigns, so to speak. So you had ordered the two of them in this position. Not to mention, they were both hard and ready, and that was exactly how you wanted them.

“I think that’s plenty to start,” You instructed.

When their lips parted, Wooyoung’s lips chased after Yunho’s. As a Captain, you were privileged to view many amazing phenomena but you decided this might be your favourite, right now.

“Gentlemen,” You cleared your throat, “I have been satisfied with my eyes but I believe my body has been neglected.”

The two moved apart, but their eyes were on you now. “Captain, I think you have too many clothes on,” Wooyoung suggested naughtily. 

You discarded your long  jacket and pointed boots, leaving you in your tight pants and blouse held to you with a corset. You were captain but you were still a woman. Your appearance meant something to you. “Better?” You asked with an arched eyebrow.

Yunho shook his head. “No, Captain, it’s not enough.”

You let the two of them draw you into your bed. Yunho reached for your bottoms and Wooyoung went for your top. Wooyoung pulled the laces to your blouse with his teeth, watching as it opened up to lay bare your breasts. He kissed your chest, along your sternum and the swell of your breasts, tongue leaving a path of cooling spit. Yunho groaned at the sight that you had nothing under your pants and when you allowed him to pull them off of you, a string of your arousal connected from your cunt to the inside of your pants. Once all your clothes were discarded, they both sucked on your nipples. You buried your fingers into both of their scalps, moaning at the pleasure of two mouths on you at the same time. Wooyoung tugged with his teeth, pulling and biting one nipple, while Yunho licked and sucked your other nipple with enthusiasm.

Soon enough, you were greedy for something between your legs. You commanded Wooyoung to fulfill your desires and he ardently pulled his pants down to sheath himself between your legs. Yunho whined at not being allowed the first dip, but you made sure to reassure him of his place in this bed. He knelt at your head and you compelled him to reveal to Wooyoung why all the whores scrambled to be his choice.

Wooyoung’s mouth dropped at the sight of Yunho. Yunho’s cheeks became pretty and pink and his eyes hit the ceiling in slight embarrassment to be stared at in such a way. His cock twitched though and you knew he loved it. “See, Wooyoung, see the treasure I bestow upon you? You aren’t the only one with such powers.”

“I want it,” Wooyoung said immediately.

“Patience, siren of mine,” You cooed. 

You guided Wooyoung’s face to yours, kissing him with lazy intent. You enjoyed the way his tongue danced with yours while his cock was buried in your cunt. Yunho whined again and you decided it was time. 

You reached out for Yunho’s long appendage and brought it vertically to your mouth. You sucked on the head of Yunho’s cock, eyes rolling upwards to gauge his reaction. Yunho grunted at the contact of your wet mouth on his. 

“Please, please, please,” He murmured, eyes screwed shut at the sensation of your lips around his cock. 

Your hand began to move up and down his shaft and he cried out in pleasure. “Captain, please, I can’t hold on, I want to--”

You let him leave your mouth with a wet pop. “Now now Yunho, I know you have better stamina than that,” You clucked your tongue at him in disappointment. 

“What about me?” Wooyoung joined in on the whining.

“Will you two cease to give me a headache ever?” You half-heartedly complained.

“Fine. Yunho, I want you to fuck Wooyoung’s mouth with your monstrous cock. Wooyoung, I want you to take everything Yunho gives you. And if Yunho spurts his seed in your mouth before I come…” You let the threat hang in the air. 

Wooyoung was eyeing Yunho’s cock greedily. "My mouth is quite sweet, I'm told. Might not be my fault."

Yunho gripped Wooyoung’s chin tightly. "You fuck the Captain well, otherwise you might find yourself tied to the window bench while I fuck her myself."

Wooyoung shivered at Yunho's commanding tone. "Yes, Sir," he replied subserviently.

Wooyoung pistoned his hips, searching to give you the high that had slowly been growing between your legs. Yunho fucked Wooyoung’s sweet mouth mercilessly and it was a race to see who would come first. Your nails dug into Wooyoung’s back when you climax came, Wooyoung unendingly hitting that soft spot inside of you that made you see stars. The pain/pleasure of it brought Wooyoung as well, mouth still firmly around Yunho’s length but he cried out as he painted your insides with his seed. Yunho, at long last, came in Wooyoung's mouth, with a gruff instruction to the siren to swallow it all. You watched in fascination as Wooyoung’s adam's apple bobbed and bobbed, indicating that he was doing his best. But when Yunho pulled out abruptly, he spurted some of his cum on Wooyoung’s face and some hit your chest as well.

"Ca-captain!" Yunho stuttered, "I did not mean--!"

You wiped Wooyoung’s face clean of Yunho’s cum and scooped the puddle that was on your chest and ate it all. Wooyoung and Yunho watched with both astonishment and hunger. "No harm, Yunho."

Yunho bit down on his lip, ears red again. "Captain," he said, ducking his head.

You tapped Wooyoung’s nose again, making him laugh happily. "You, my pet, did not ask permission to come. Nor if it was permissible to come inside of me."

Wooyoung grinned, mischievous down to the very marrow of his bones. "Does this mean I get to be punished?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "You are incorrigible."

"Do I finally get Yunho’s pretty fingers wrapped around my neck now?" Wooyoung continued to pursue the subject.

You exchanged a long look with Yunho. From that look alone you knew Yunho wanted nothing more, if more so for his own enjoyment than to punish Wooyoung for his insolence towards you.

Still, it wouldn't harm anyone to make Wooyoung work for it. 

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