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angstywaifu · 2 months ago

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Black Dahlia - 34. About Damn Time

Summary: I think the banner and title speak for itself.

A/N: I’m yet again lost for words. ANOTHER BONUS POST?!? Though you guys couldn’t have timed this better, because some of you definitely need it after the last one.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Pet Names. Oral (M receiving). Fingering. Unprotected Sex (P in V).

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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I gasp as Garrick pushes me back against the door, shutting it with a loud bang that doesn’t deter either of us as he pins me against it. His lips find my neck as he kisses and nips at the sensitive skin, my fingers tightening on his shoulder and hair.

Gods it felt like my body was on fire. Felt like Garrick was everywhere. Which considering his build, he pretty much was. Especially with my legs wrapped around his waist, his large body pressing against mine. My body arching off the door into his as he nips at the sensitive skin below my ear, my hips grinding against his.

His body rumbles as he growls at the movement, his hands gripping my ass with a strength that I know will leave marks tomorrow. “Gods, you keep that up and I’ll be done before I get inside you.” He groans against my neck.

With his head buried in my neck he can’t see the smirk that I don’t hold back just before I grind my hips on his again. His hands tightening to a death grip on my thighs as I gasp out from the pain. My lips barely part before his are back on mine, the kiss is carnal and raw, as if Garrick has fully let his control slip.

I gasp into the kiss as Garrick reaches between us, pushing the skirt apart at the seem before pulling my underwear aside as he plunges two of his fingers inside me.

I tug on his hair harder than I intend to, his groan rumbling through his body. His fingers pump in and out, stretching me as he curls his fingers inside. My head rolls back against the door as I break the kiss, gasps and moans falling from my lips.

“Come on little flower, fall apart.” He whispers huskily as he starts to rub my clit with his thumb.

I make the mistake of looking down at him into his blown out eyes. I can barely see the hazel colouring around the edges. But I can see how far gone he is. How much he’s enjoying this. How much he wants this.

The feeling inside me builds rapidly as he increases the pace and pressure of his fingers. The fleeting thought of how many other girls before me is the reason he’s so good enters my mind. And as if he can sense it, he grasps the back of my head and pulls me down to him as his lips claim mine. With a final curl of his fingers I come undone around his fingers as I cling on him.

“That’s it.” He minutes against my lips as mine part in a silent cry as I tremble in his arms. “Good girl.”

He chuckles as I tighten around his fingers at his words. And I know it won’t be the last time I hear him use those words on me. I whimper as he removes his fingers from me, pulling me tightly against him as he walks us back towards his bed. Which I note is far larger than mine. Either due to being a second year, or how big he is. Either way, we wouldn’t have fit in my tiny bed. I’d have to pretty much climb him like a tree to sleep.

Garrick places my feet on the ground, spinning me around as he is fingers make quick work of the corseted top. The material falls away with in seconds, and I can’t deny I’m impressed by the speed. His hands are quick to grasps my breast, kneading them in his hands as he pulls my back flush against his chest. I now note the leather from his flight jacket is missing. When the hell did he remove that?

I spin around, grabbing the bottom of his shirt which Garrick rips from my hands as he pulls it over his head. My hands fall to his flight pants, undoing the buttons as quickly as I can, but it’s hard when I keep fumbling with them. God dammit. Finally I get them undone, looking up at Garrick who looks like it’s taking all his willpower to hold back. His hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. I smirk up at him as I start to push down his pants, pulling his underwear down as I kneel on the ground in front of him. Now the multiple fingers he used earlier made sense. So much sense. I feel Garrick reach for me, obviously hesitant to let me do what I’d planned due to his size. It was definitely…. intimidating.

I reach up and wrap my fingers around his thick length, Garrick moaning at my touch as I stroke my thumb over the tip of his length. I look up watching as Garrick squeeze his eyes shut, watching his control slip, watching him loose himself to pleasure. Garrick’s hips buck into my hand as I swirl my tongue around his tip, a groan that vibrates through him into me makes me desire flare. I want him. All of him. And here he was at my mercy. I wrap my mouth fully around him, his fingers tangling in my hair, clearly torn between pulling me off him or letting go. Every bob of my head has him gasping and trembling.

”Fuck me.” He moans out, tugging at my hair again.

I remove my mouth from him but continue using my hands. “Pretty sure I already am.” I tease.

I yelp as he grasps my arms, pulling me off him and back to my feet. “Were only getting started little flower.”

His mouth claims mine again as he kicks off his boots and pants, his hands making fast work of zipper holding the skirt in place, dragging it from my body with my underwear. Without breaking the kiss, he picks me up by my thighs, walking us over to his bed before throwing me down on my back and kneeling between my spread legs. Gods, I could almost swear I had died and gone to Malek with the sight before me. I’d always found Garrick attractive. But having him kneel between my legs… Gods, that was a sight I never wanted to forget. Looking at me like a starved man, like I am the only thing he’s ever going to want or need.

He grips my hips, dragging me down the bed to him, the tip of his cock rubbing against my entrance. I gasp at the feeling, my hips bucking up to meet his, earning me one of his smirks that I’ve grown to love. I cry out, grasping the sheets below me in my hands as he pushes inside, gasping at the fit and the stretch.

”Oh gods,” I cry out, Garrick chuckling above me as I adjust to him.

Once full sheathed and rolls his hips against mine, a sinful moan escaping my lips is all it takes for him to roll his hips against mine again and again. His hands grasping the back of my thighs as he pushes my legs against my chest. Gods, I was not going to last long, and I can tell with the groan the rumbles through Garrick he won’t either.

I'm a whimpering and moaning mess as Garrick continues to rock his hips back and forth. Each thrust hitting the perfect spot. The coil inside my tightening and threatening to unravel at any moment. His hands move to my hips, raising them up as he rests me against his thighs. I get a moment of rest as he stops, grasping my legs as he pulls them from his chest to rest them against his chest, his shoulders resting against the back of my knees. "Hold on tight little flower." He warns, before he slams his hips against mine. "Fuck!" I cry out, the new position and angle causing Garrick to reach a whole new spot. My hands fisting the sheets tightly as I struggle to keep a grasp on reality. His pace is brutal and relentless, struggling to keep my eyes open as they roll into the back of my head from the intense feeling. It's not long before the coil unravels. I cry out as I tumble over the edge, Garrick mumbling profanities as I clamp around him, my whole body trembling beneath him. His hips slam harder into mine as he leans into my, my knees touching my chest. After a few more thrust he cries out as his body shudders above me before falling forward and bracing himself with a hand next to my head. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at me, both of us breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath. He rolls to the side, grabbing my arm and leg, pulling me with him as he cradles me against his side. His fingers skimming up and down my side as I rest my head against his chest.

”That was….” I start, not sure what to say next.

”Well over due.” He teases, muttering a quiet ‘ow’ as I smack his chest lightly. “I’m not wrong.”

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see my face. I couldn’t deny he was wrong. There had always been this tension between us. A tension I was not willing to test till he was prepared to fully give himself to me. And with the way he stood up to my father had more than proven that.

”Thank you.” I say softly, as I run my fingers over the defined muscle of his stomach.

”For what?” He asks, shifting his head to look down at me.

I angle my head to look up at him. “For not giving up on my stubborn ass.”

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theseinfernalangels · 27 days ago

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Obvious - Aaric Graycastle

Aaric Graycastle x Marked!Reader

Synopsis: Aaric Graycastle knew exactly what to expect from Conscription Day – Or so he thought. There was nothing to be expected from the fiery executive officer who had seen right through him.

A/N: My first fic on this account! Super excited to start posting about my lovely Empyrean OCs. I’ll make a post explaining this further, but the OCs in my little ficverse will appear in second-person (for reader fics 🤭). This is the first encounter between Aaric and a reader who might know a *little* too much.

Contains spoilers for Iron Flame! Not enemies to lovers per se, but they definitely are NOT friends right now.

Crossing the Parapet had been the last thing on Aaric’s mind on Conscription Day. Sure, it was the “big event,” as he’d heard another cadet murmur right before bounding up the stairs to the tower – it decided who was barely capable of making it into Bagsiath. Honestly, Aaric had expected more of it. He strolled across it, easy as a summer breeze, and immediately went into formation.

He’d barely watched his surroundings as he went across the bridge, his mind set on the unfortunate interaction he’d run straight into. Of course he had to see someone he knew – that someone being Violet Sorrengail. She’d stared at him like he was a fish out of water once he told her his name. Or, that is, his new name. The one he’d randomly come up with about a week beforehand.

Aaric Graycastle. It was a simple name, unassuming enough. His middle name – surprisingly common. But…Graycastle. He almost cringed at the thought now. Was it too obvious? Graycastle. He used to live in a gray castle, dammit. Would anyone pick up on that? Would anyone look into his eyes a little too long and figure out that the quiet cadet was actually the youngest son of King Tauri who was currently missing? The fear of the conversations that would ensue given the discovery drowned out any other thoughts.

He tried to shake the anxiety off. He’d be fine. He made it across the Parapet, and he’d beat the Gauntlet, and he’d make it through Threshing and graduate and fight like he should, like his father should. The reminder of his purpose here helped him steel himself, his face cool and his posture like that of a perfect soldier. That’s what he came here to become. If his father, so comfortable in his luxury that he couldn’t bear to fight the real fight, wouldn’t help his people in the war against the venin who were slowly destroying them, then he would – even if he had to lie to the entire college to do it.

He got along with his squadmates fine, he assumed. Resting in the commons, he’d talked to some other First-Years. Names felt like a blur to him. Cleft. Sloane. Gwen. Roman. Too many for him to remember at once. Too many people who might discover something and rat him out. He lets out a faint sigh – and almost chokes on it once he watches you ram a knife into the table across from him, the loud bang noise effectively shutting up every First-Year and earning side-eyes from your fellow Second-Years. What was your name again? It was pretty, he remembered. Something floral. The patch on your uniform read Balaska.

Ah, he remembered. You’re the section’s executive officer.

“Alright,” you announce, your voice low but commandeering. “I know you’re probably fed up with the speeches and whatnot that you’re being force fed. Am I correct?”

Murmurs from cadets around the room proved mutual agreement.

“I thought so,” you say with a nod. “And I get it. It feels unnecessary and repetitive. But, you’re getting one last spiel before you head off to bed, because this is something you need to remember.”

You pause. Aaric watches your gaze quickly flit over to the older cadets, as if you were asking for permission. One of them nods – Bodhi Durran, he recalls. The section leader.

You clear your throat. “I want you to remember every face in this room. Remember the names of your squadmates. These are the people you’ll be around until you either die or graduate. These are the only people in the Quadrant who aren’t legally allowed to harm you in ways that matter.”

That’s what the Wingleader had said earlier during the Presentation. Why are you repeating what they already know?

“That being said,” you continue, “that does not mean you are one hundred percent safe within these walls. You will not always find friends here. You will not be expected to mourn these people. You won’t find any special treatment from anyone just for being here. You are cadets, not royalty.”

Aaric nearly has a heart attack when you say that so pointedly – and has to fight not to flinch when you meet his gaze coldly for half of a moment. It feels like someone has dumped a bucket of ice water on him.

You are cadets, not royalty.

Skies above.

You know.

“So, make friends while you can,” you finish, your tone turning casual – as if you hadn’t just stripped back every ounce of calm that Aaric had. “It’s not my intent to scare you into thinking that everyone here is an enemy. However, we’ve had too many incidents recently of squadmates turning on each other. Assassination attempts, permanent, disabling injuries, and other petty squabbles – If it’s happened to us, it may very well happen to you. This is your forewarning so you won’t be surprised if it happens.”

One First-Year – Trevor, Aaric remembers – half-raises his hand in question. “So…Is the problem not being solved? Why are so many squadmates hurting each other if it’s illegal?”

You regard him evenly. “We’re doing everything we can to cool it down. You’ll find that some people do not care what the Codex says, unfortunately. Violet, care to share?”

Violet, Aaric decides, does not want to share. More than anything, it looks like she wants to strangle you – because she knows, too.

She takes a deep breath in spite of herself. Looks like she has to share anyway. “Last year,” she starts, her voice quiet but steely, “After Threshing, I was almost killed by six unbonded cadets in my own bed. They were let in by a squadmate. I would have died if my dragons hadn’t stepped in.”

More murmurs. Gods. What had Aaric gotten himself into?

“Right,” you add. “So, moral of the story, sleep with one eye open. The person sitting next to you in Battle Brief helping you with your notes may very well be plotting to rip your arm out of your socket during sparring. Make friends while you can, but remember that you must protect yourself at all times. Sleep with a knife under your pillow, for all I care. Just don’t be surprised when people start dropping like flies.”

The room is silent. That’s all it can be, after such a dread-inducing speech. Then, Bodhi grins and gives you a slow clap.

“Thank you, Cadet Balaska, for giving such a comforting speech,” he drawls. “I’m sure you’ve really soothed their nerves for the time being.”

Aaric begs to differ. He feels like he’s about to pass out.

You shrug. “They need to be told the truth. Professors and Leadership won’t bother to do it themselves, so consider this a favor. I’d rather you all know what to expect than be disappointed when these things start to happen.”

A favor. Aaric almost scoffs. You say you’re doing them all a favor as if they should be thankful for making them paranoid – for making him paranoid. Aaric was never one to frighten easily (save that for Halden, thank you very much), but he couldn’t help but be nervous for what could happen next. Were you going to turn him in? Did you want him dead? Was this whole thing a veiled threat under the guise of actually caring about the squad’s wellbeing? He couldn’t put his finger on it, and it was actually starting to piss him off a little.

He forces himself to stand and blend in with the rest of his squadmates as they turn in for the night. You, he decides, are someone he’s going to avoid at all costs. Your eyes, piercing and icy, burn right through the little ruse that he’s carefully constructed to get him through Bagsiath. He can’t afford to have you as an enemy. He can tell just by the way you stand and how people look at you that you’re a force to be reckoned with, and respected for more than just your rank.

He subtly turns to glance over at where you stand. You’re standing face-to-face with Violet, who’s whispering something harshly to you. If she weren’t in the commons, she looked like she was going to beat you into a pulp. You just shrugged and muttered something back – he catches the word obvious on your lips.

Shit. Aaric turns and walks a little too fast back to the barracks. This was going to be way harder than he ever anticipated.

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x-i-l-verify · 1 year ago

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A couple more playlist suggestions that I thought of only after I sent the ask. orz I hope you like at least some of them!!

Yonji @ Sanji

"The Lament of Eustace Scrubb" by The Oh Hellos

"Be My Escape" by Relient K

"Start Again" by RED

Yonji @ Judge

"Monster" by Starset

Yonji @ his family right before he left

"Goodbye" by Ramsey

Yonji @ his family after he left

"Echoes of You" by Marianas Trench

So I discovered this AU about 5 hours ago and it has me in a chokehold. Your Yonji is a precious bean and he must be protected at all times, and Sanji being a big brother is everything I didn't even know I wanted. <3 I hope you don't mind the influx of questions I have after going through the whole tag.

So speaking of Sanji being a big brother, have he and Yonji ever hugged? If so, what prompted it? Is Yonji more touchy-feely than Sanji in general, or are they both pretty touch-averse?

How does Yonji fight? Did he develop his own style of fighting after leaving Germa 66, much like Sanji did, or does he still fight the way he did when working under Judge? Is he still really good at fighting, or does he easily become a nonfunctional, overwhelmed mess, bombarded on all sides with everyone's heightened and fraught emotions?

Does Yonji's prosthetic arm have attachments and hidden weapons? How does he upkeep it? Does he know how it works decently enough do to it himself, or does he have a mechanic that he goes to for tuneups?

Who taught Yonji tailoring and fashion? Sanji had Zeff to help him become a master chef, so did someone take Yonji under their wing in a similar fashion? Or is he entirely self-taught?

Does Yonji ever feel bad for leaving his brothers and sister behind? Unlike Sanji, who had normal human emotions from the get-go, Yonji's been on both sides of the fence, and he knows what it's like to be the sociopathic killing machine their father turned them into. Does he wish there was some way to trigger what happened to him in them as well? Do he and Sanji ever talk about their family? We know Sanji was the only one to regularly go and visit their mother, but do you think Yonji has any memories of her as well? Does he beg Sanji for stories about her?

Where does Yonji live? Does Sanji swing by to visit him every so often, or do they keep in touch by air mail, does Yonji join the Strawhats or just travel with them?

Does Sanji ever have a "O shit, I think I might actually love him" moment when it comes to Yonji? It could be something domestic like laughing together in Sanji's kitchen they work together to prepare a meal, or something like seeing Yonji about to be injured or even killed in the middle of a fight and going "This is the only little brother I've got, not on my watch, dammit!"

Lastly, do you have any songs in mind for you AU, aside from the ones you've used for your animatics? Some that came to mind for Yonji are:

"Stray Italian Greyhound" by Vienna Teng

"To Be Human" by Sia

"Zephyrus" by The Oh Hellos

"Stigma" by V

And I think "Soap" by The Oh Hellos maybe fits Sanji's feelings toward having his brother back in his life and being willing to extend a second chance to him after seeing how he's changed.

Holy shit that's a long ask! Lemme see...

So speaking of Sanji being a big brother, have he and Yonji ever hugged? If so, what prompted it? Is Yonji more touchy-feely than Sanji in general, or are they both pretty touch-averse?

They've hugged, mostly at WCI arc. But for the most part they're touch adverse (despite being touch starved). Yonji enjoys instigating physical affection to anyone but he's not great at taking it.

Yonji very rarely fights anymore. He usually quickly gets overwhelmed and becomes a mess, yes, due to all of the emotions. Whenever he gets into a fight he loses control of his Haki and it's a bad time. However, if he has a goal, (protecting someone, getting something etc.) he can power through it. His fighting style is still mostly brute force punching because he hasn't learned any other way. However, when he joins the Revs, he gets taught to be more smart about it.

It used to! He broke a lot of them/refuses to use them. He knew how it worked enough to keep it functional up until he meets the Strawhats and upon finding the frankly horrendous state of the prosthetic, Franky helps make Yonji a new one, specialized for tailoring! He rarely gets issues with the new are but if he does he can usually troubleshoot himself or attempt to contact Franky.

Who taught Yonji tailoring and fashion? Sanji had Zeff to help him become a master chef, so did someone take Yonji under their wing in a similar fashion? Or is he entirely self-taught?

For the most part, he's self-taught! Maybe I'll give him a mentor but I'm usually pretty adverse to making OCs for my AUs. Hmmmmm. He definitely had a training arc under some big name shops at one point though.

*smacks yonji on the head* This good boy can fit so much guilt complex in him! He's guilty about everything all the time! Yes, he does want to help Ichiji and Niji, which comes into play post WCI. While Sanji and Yonji tend to avoid talking about Judge or their siblings, Sora has been brought up before. I know I haven't mentioned it on tumblr yet, but I sometimes draw Yonji with a necklace, which is supposed to be a trinket of Sora's that Reiju gave to him when Yonji ran away. Yonji's memories of Sora is hazy and he pretty torn up about it. Yeah, he asks Sanji for stories about her. <3

Where does Yonji live? Does Sanji swing by to visit him every so often, or do they keep in touch by air mail, does Yonji join the Strawhats or just travel with them?

He lives on this random island along the Grandline! Something kinda like Saboady or Hand Island. The Straw Hats (specifically) Sanji has visited few times post the initial meeting but Yonji does not actively travle with them. He might had, like, one adventure with them but otherwise he's not part of the crew or anything. He does get the SH's den den mushi number and keeps in touch that way. Occasionally he'll send packages- usually at the behest of Sanji at the behest of Nami, lol. Later, Yonji ends up getting roped into joining the Revs and he splits his time between being at his shop and at Baltigo.

YES! Specifically Yonji crying and gushing about how good Sanji's cooking is. Yonji is a little foodie and while he can't cook to save his life, he does happen to know a good bit about how food gets made and really learned to appreciate the effort that goes into cooking. Sanji is not normal over this fact. He has the "Don't touch my brother!" moment at WCI screaming at Judge. Which sends Yonji into a blubbering mess. (A lot of things happen WCI lmfao.)

Lastly, do you have any songs in mind for you AU, aside from the ones you've used for your animatics?

My ass doesn't actively listen to a whole bunch of music but I have made a playlist for this AU! The vibe mostly is like upbeat songs with sad lyrics lol.

Forgive my terrible terrible taste in music:

Thank you for the songs! Gonna snag 'em and add 'em to the playlist hehe.

Also, thank you for the ask!!!! <3 <3

#one piece #good yonji au #xi asks #xi replies #tysm for answering!!#I know it was a long ask so i wasn't expecting an answer straightaway so this was a nice surprise!#poor boys need so many hugs :((( I hope they start giving each other more after WCI #makes perfect sense that Yonji barely fights anymore even if he still knows how #being an empath must suck man :(#as would fumbling along for years on a semi-functional prosthetic sheesh I hope Franky read him the riot act for letting it get that bad #never again sir!!#oooo a mentor OC! hey man you need help with OC making just lemme know I will be more than happy to help!!#currently picturing a sweet but no nonsense old lady who is super knowledgeable and skilled in her craft #because the Vinsmoke siblings deserve a grandma dammit #and I think she'd be pretty nonthreatening when it comes to Yonji's triggers #she's not a harsh older man like his father or someone he would be tempted to simp over #at least those be my initial thoughts idk I'M JUST THINKING OUT LOUD #he needs so much therapy fr. I do remember seeing that necklace. at least he has something of his mother's to remember her by #i'm glad Sanji tells him stories can be a brotherly bonding activity <3 #asfdjhlrjlkwajrklwa the way to Sanji's heart is by complementing his cooking good to know XDD #Yonji probably never got to eat Sanji's cooking before either so he's probably amazed at all the miraculous things Sanji can do with food #I wonder if Sanji has a similar moment when it comes to Yonji and textiles #ooooo a playlist!! I see Ghost by Mystery Skulls on there nICE #ooo and a song by Henry I don't think i've seen interesting #thanks for adding some of my own songs too! <3

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swallowtailcherry · 2 years ago

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Know Your Place {Apollo x Goddess!Reader} Smut

Summary: You eventually get tired of Apollo being himself so you decides to put him in his place.

Warning/s: 18+, femdom at the end (that part is a bit shorter😭)

I originally wrote this using an oc, but I changed it to a reader insert 😂

You watched as Apollo, god of music, poetry and many other things relaxed in a hot spring with multiple women playing and giggling.

You had a neutral relationship with the god. You never really liked him because of how egotistical and arrogant he can be. But you couldn't hate him fully. Not to mention, he'd often bother you (hit on you, as others put it) constantly because of your ethereal beauty, which pisses you off sometimes.

"Ladies, ladies! One at a time." Apollo said, laughing when a bunch of nymphs surrounded him. You frowned when some started gushing over him. You were near the hot springs, surprised he didn't notice you yet.

You were told to get Apollo because Artemis wanted him for something. You originally wanted to approach him while he was alone, but seeing the nymphs, you thought it was better to do it while they were there.

"I guess those nymphs are useful for something...." You thought, hopping on the rim of the hot springs.

"Hello, Apollo." You greeted the god. Apollo opened one eye and smirked, turning to face you.

"What brings you here, sweetheart? You never come here." Apollo asked playfully. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms.

"Your sister requires your presence. She sounded pretty peeved, so I suggest you go to her as soon as possible." You answered. Apollo sighed, getting up from the waters of the hot spring.

"Alright.... Ladies, you can go now." Apollo spoke to the nymphs, who immediately left while squealing.

"I can never get used to them squealing like that." You said, hopping off and walking away. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Did you lie so you can be alone with me?~" Apollo purred in your ear, resting his hands on your shoulders. You scoffed and brushed his hands off.

"No, I didn't. Your sister really needs you." You replied, trying to stay away from him, but he followed you.

"Aw, come on, (N/n)! Just let me have this!" Apollo exclaimed dramatically, leaning against your back.

"Why me? You have a lot of women chasing after you!" You asked with irritation.

"Why not? You're ridiculously beautiful." Apollo wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing your hips. He rest his head on your left shoulder.

"Your body.... It's so... Beautiful~" Apollo whispered, his hands moving up and down your waist.

"You know... I've never seen any woman with an amazing body like yours~" Apollo purred again, his hands groping your breasts. You slipped from his touch and gave him an pissed off look.

"You're such a bastard. One day, someone will take you down a notch." You said, walking away and leaving Apollo standing in place. The god smirked and walked away to cover up and meet his sister, who scolded him for not arriving sooner once he did.

You, on the other hand....

"Holy shit, that felt fucking amazing!" You thought, leaning against a wall and rubbing your fingers against your clothed core. The more you rubbed, the more you thought about Apollo. The more you thought about him fucking you.

You felt yourself self heat up so you moved your clothes to properly finger yourself. The moment your fingers entered your pussy, you let out some quiet moans. You started to go faster, throwing your head back as you felt your own fingers thrust in and out. You let out one loud moan when you felt your juices leak out. You pulled your fingers out, looking down at the mess you made.

"Fucking dammit...." You muttered under your breath, cleaning yourself up and standing up, fixing your clothes up. You also fixed your hair and made your way to your home.

Once again, you were alone with Apollo, but this time, you wasted no time in getting in the hot springs. You took off all your clothes and steps in, hoping for some peace and quiet. You just wanted to enjoy the waters.

"Oh? Unusual to see you naked, (N/n)." You jumped up in surprise, seeing Apollo right next to you with his usual smirk.

"I can't just jump in with my clothes on. I'll ruin them." You said, trying to avoid his wandering gaze.

"Fair point. But still, never saw you naked before, and I'm not complaining at all." Apollo leaned against you, brushing his hand against your thigh. You jolted up, moving away from the god.

"What the hell?!" You exclaimed, using you r arm to cover your breasts, which were large and voluptuous. Apollo saw that and moved closer, moving your arm down and saw your erect nipples. He moved his hand to your breast, massaging it and pinching your nipple. You let out a shocked gasp.

"Such soft breasts...." Apollo mumbled, positioning himself behind yoo and took both of your breasts in his hands. You hissed out, trying to move away from the god, but you felt too weak in his hold.

"Let's go somewhere else." Apollo whispered, standing up and picked you up, walking to a more secluded area and positioned you back against the wall. You didn't know where to put your hands, so you put them on his shoulders.

"Here, let me move your legs." Apollo said, lifting you by the thighs and pinned you against the wall. His erect cock throbbed against your leaking pussy, sending shivers down your spine. The god notices and pressed his fingers against your labia.

"We haven't even started and you're already soaking wet. What a whore~" Apollo cooed playfully, inserting two of his fingers inside your wet cunt. Your eyes widen at the feeling of his fingers inside your. Unlike your own fingers, His were more bigger and rougher, which gave you more pleasure.

"Ah- oh~" You moaned out, watching as his fingers went in and out. You felt yourself cum within a minute of him fingering you, coating his fingers with your juices. Apollo looked slightly surprised by how fast you came, but he smiles mischievously, bringing his fingers to his lips and licked them.

"You didn't last a minute with just my fingers. So desperate of you~" Apollo said seductively, licking up all your juices. He pressed his erect member on your wet pussy.

"I wonder.... How fast will you cum when I do this?" As he finished his question, he thrusted his cock inside you, letting out a shuddering moan at the tightness of your cunt.

"Fuck!.... You're so tight..." Apollo hissed out, moving his hips slowly, his length hitting your g-spot every time. You rolled your eyes back, letting out countless moans. You even let out some yelps when your g-spot was hit.

"So voluminous~" Apollo moaned out, speeding up.

"You're going so fast...!" You gasped out, your eyes fluttering when he pulled her closer, giving her a hard kiss. You moaned into the kiss, your mind slowly being filled with nothing but clouds and the intense pleasure the god was giving you at this moment.

Apollo moved his hips at inhuman speeds, his hands now holding her wrists up above your head. You knew you was getting close from how you were seemingly sucking his cock in.

"Shit! I'm getting close-" you hissed out, wrapping your legs around his waist, which brought his cock further inside you.

"I am, too...." Apollo huffed out, leaning forward and pressing his lips against your own. Feeling his cock twitch continuously against her fleshy walls, you felt the urge to cum.

"Milk my cock. I know you want to~" Apollo purred in your ear. You were too caught up in the pleasure you couldn't reply to anything he said. After Apollo rubbed your clit roughly, you released all over his cock. A few seconds later, Apollo's seed shot out inside you. Both of them panted heavily, looking into each other's eyes.

"Good girl." Apollo said, tracing his fingers across your lips.

"I'll... I'll... I'll..." You slurred out.

"You'll what? Please, finish that." Apollo teased with a smirk.

"I'll get back at you..." You finished. A chuckle rumbled in Apollo's chest and he leaned in, giving your a soft kiss.

"I'd like to see you try~"

"Mmmph!~"

You grinned as more moans came out of Apollo's lips, only muffled by a white cloth you used to tie around his head.

"Let's get you nice and ready~" you said, kneeling down right in front of his throbbing cock. You put your hands on his thighs, poking your tongue out and gave it some long licks. The woman felt his body twitch from the licks. You stopped, making the twitching god look at you.

You pressed your lips against the tip, feeling some pre cum leak out.

"You're really that close? We haven't even gone to the best part~" you laughed. The woman opens your mouth and puts his cock inside, slowly moving your head up and down. Apollo wanted to push your head further, but couldn't due to the cloth tied around his wrists. You increased the speed, gripping Apollo's thighs. Just as he thrusted his hips up, his seed shot out into your mouth. You moved your head up, your mouth hanging open as his seed leaked out from the corners of your lips.

"Suppose I can't blame you. You've came about four times now~" You purred, tracing your finger around his tip. Apollo's gold eyes were half shut and his chest was rising up and down slowly. You noticed how there was some tears in his eyes. You got up from between his legs and crawled beside him, smiling as his eyes moved to meet yours. As soon as you took off the cloth tied around his mouth, he took a deep breath.

"Fuck..." Apollo gasped out, poking his tongue out. You wiped your lips and leaned forward, giving him a kiss that lasted for a full minute.

"You seem to be enjoying this~" You said, rubbing your fingers against his chest. Apollo slowly nodded his head, the tears slowly sliding down the sides of his face. You got on top of him, adjusting yourself right above his cock. You only stopped when you felt the tip brush against your wet clit. A quiet whimper escaped Apollo's lips.

".... Yourself on me...." Apollo mumbled.

"What's that? Speak a bit louder~" You said.

"Lower yourself on me!" Apollo hissed out in frustration, trying to thrust his hips up. Your moved your hips up, giving him a teasing smirk.

"Uh uh uh. You must ask nicely~" You said, waving your finger. Apollo huffed and took a deep breath.

"Please ride me...." He mumbled, looking away. Satisfied with his words, you lowered yourself on his cock, feeling it enter your pussy. You slowly breathed in and out, bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Yes.... Just like that...." Apollo gasped out, wiggling his wrists, struggling to break free. You leaned forward, using your hands to support yourself on Apollo's chest.

"I missed your cock inside me..." You gasped out, laying on top of Apollo and leaving kisses on his bare chest. Apollo moved his head up, some deep moans escaping his lips.

"Your pussy... Feels so good~" Apollo slurred out, hissing through his clenched teeth as he feels your walls suck his cock in. He let out a loud moan when your walls clenched around his cock harder than before, your juices leaking out and coating his cock. You continued to bounce on his cock, letting out a gasp when you feel his member twitch inside and his hot seed painted your walls, filling you up. You breathed slowly, collapsing on top of the god with a tired but satisfied look on your face.

"Told you I'd get back at you~"

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok smut #apollo x reader #wow i did a ff after for so long #i need to start this again

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sillygoblinantics · 5 months ago

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I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE

I’ve held my tongue for too long about my feelings on madhouse but fucking hell!

Unless by some fucking act of arceus or universe hands me the fucking concept art that went into this horrible webcomic- I got room to rip and tear!

This is:

Goblin’s Valid Autopsy of Lily Orchard’s PokéMadhouse

Before we go forward!

Hi. I’m Gobbo or Bri (pick ya poison), I’m a current student at Savannah College of Art and Design (as for campus I ain’t saying nothing) Im working on my bachelors in Animation and minoring in Creative Writing. My Concentration starting as 2d animation later switching it to Story and Concept in animation (back in 2021). I started in 2019 and it’s… 2024 now. Don’t judge me! I’ve been mentored by comic artist, storyboarders and many more in the industry! I’ve taken storyboarding and a plethora of writing classes to have enough qualifications under my belt to properly discuss the shit writing, lacking worldbuilding, disorganized plot hole ridden lore/arcs and horrible inconsistent art. So let’s not waste another moment and dive fucking in!

Story:

I’m not using Lily’s self review tvtropes to cover this. It’s disingenuous ego stroking at full blast.

We follow the highs and lows that are the “will they won’t they” relationship between the stated as sisters, Lily and her Gardevoir, G (yes that’s her fucking name). In a Sunday newspaper comic page esc structure. With bits and pieces of trivia and lore that rarely comes up if not to push and pull sympathy points for lilys self insert as she gets assaulted and violated in physical and mental ways. An arc being called “Violate” and later following the would be time span for gestation of a baby that would then become the labeled cryptid child.

I’m gonna be real there’s no point in reading it because the moment something big happens out of the blue there wasn’t a page missing to explain it which god fucking dammit Lily do I need to give you one of those brainframe sheets or outline templates if you decide to write a story? Because I’ll gladly provide them!

How do you consider yourself a fucking writer at all with your fundamental lack of care for lore and story like- for fucks sake woman it won’t kill you!

Characters

Lily

Mikayla

Marah

Bonnie

Mismagius

Other hardly seen or used Pokémon that get thrown away out of nowhere

Countless stolen ocs

And Dr Ponytail (yes that’s the fucking name of one of the “antagonists” and I’ve reread it so many times and found nothing!)

Lily has her “antagonists” being either ex friends or partners or someone who tries to call out bullshit! Fucking hell, the way Lily has g written it’s hard to not see HER AS ONE!

You have all these characters and you neglect so many of them to focus on making your favorite Dollies kiss and scissor or do nothing!

You don’t punish actual rapists either like legit what do you do when your Pokémon who’s been raised like a sister your whole life admits to mindfucking you in a weird soul bond type deal (that you wrote the explanation of yourself), then out of fear swaps dna of a Pokémon of her CRITICALLY ENDANGERED SPECIES can match with to save it with your own dna to baby lock you to staying together, what’s the thing you decide to write?

Case in point: stick an entire cactus up your urethra Lily.

I need a break from this… I’m moving on to the art misdirection.

Lily you are the one commissioning these panels from Mikayla. Meaning you are telling her how to draw these making you the literal art director of this shitty comic!

You want my advice?

USE MODEL SHEETS

Like holy shit. I need to copy paste my spiel about what it is one second:

Make a turnaround for your character(s)!

(Excluding front and back you need to make left and right versions of the rest!)

Front

Back

over-the-shoulder

3/4 view

profile

expression sheets

color pallet reference

(if it’s online/digital rgb if it’s for print it’s cmyk)

include the hexcodes for artists if it’s a small production!

lineup for height and scale for comparison to:

other characters

backgrounds

props

etc.

elements of the world + floor plan in small settings

action poses

hair guide (trust me it’s important)

these are the elements every artist who wants to tell a visual story be it animated or comic always needs:

✨A PITCH BIBLE✨

And Lily, if you’re making any story that is

A. Tied to an existing property

B. Has real world/geopolitical/historic relation

C. Needing a basic understanding to science

Do everyone and yourself a favor

AND DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH IN MLA FORMAT INSTEAD OF SOMEONE ELSES OPINIONS AND YOUR ASS OF HOLDING BULLSHIT!

Class

Dismissed

Your homework is to get these books:

#sillygoblinantics #lily orchard’s pokemadhouse #lily can’t art direct #lily orchard is a bad writer #analyzing madhouse

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like-tears-in-rain-storms · 1 month ago

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Ok I have Thoughts, and Takes. Warhammer 40k Thoughts and Takes.

And they're blazing hot.

Yeah, I know about the poet, and yeah I know about the gay lore but you cannot look me in the eyes and tell me that "Lion El'Johnson" is not the absolutely most ridiculous name in the whole of the franchise that gave the world gems like "Perturabo" and "Mortarion" (and Ferrus Manus and Corvus Corax, because tautology is the new black). Seriously "Lion El'Johnson" sounds like the self-insert OC of a teenage Tywin Lannister if he'd grown up reading Golden Age superhero comics.

For this, among many other reasons, I can now only imagine Lion as Charles Dance (because who do you typecast to play eternally disappointed, disapproving, hardass feudal deconstructions with a leonine theme?) A slightly de-aged, golden-maned Charles Dance. Needless to say, like all other characters of the above persuasion, Lion can absolutely get it. (Also, Lion lives in "The Rock"? They doin' it on purpose now or what?)

Speaking of ASoIaF....even though it still hurts and I'll be forever salty about us not getting of acceptable closure.....my ASoIaF garbage favourite was a pale, black-haired, vampire-themed, blood-happy, elusive bastard who had an affinity for flaying and (symbolically) wearing the skins of his enemies, not to mention being one half of a very, VERY fucked-up father-son duo. Yeah, it was Roose Bolton. What can I say, I enjoyed trying to work out wtf this guy was all about in the grand scheme. I'm super resentful I'm gonna die most likely without finding out. Sure would be weird if my new garbage favourite in the next franchise I plopped into was a pale,dark-haired,vaguely vampiric, blood-happy, crazy elusive guy who has a thing for flaying and wearing the skins of his victims while also having a horrible relationship with his fath.....Oh. OH. What does that say about me. I don't wanna know.

That being said, I reached my age thinking "garbage favourite" was people like the aforementioned old Roose or Celegorm? Mazikeen? Prince Nuada? or maybe Pintel and Raggetti? I hadn't taken a real hot dumpster-dive until I unearthed the Night Lords and their Primarch out of the trash.

Sevatar. That's it, that's all.

I by no means can even fathom telling longtime fans how to Warhammer - that being said, I'd offer that there is a delicate balance between acknowledging real-life parallels and influences and treating everything as a real-life political allegory in an expansive universe where its draw is that we're dealing with otherworldly measures and notions on the regular. Like. I'm sure there are other issues too pertaining to the larger motives, ethics and concepts of humanity in it, beyond trying to work out if the Imperium fan or the Tau fan is the more fascist. Also tbh...let people enjoy it a little. If they wanna taste the illusory charm of tribalism or the fleeting taste of dying for a political system that treats you like canon fodder yet from which you derive the meaning of your life, I'd rather they do it in Warhammer 40k than outside Warhammer 40k, ya know?

I got into TTS. I'm now having the Emperor's dea- I'm sorry the MOTHERFUCKING EMPEROR'S deadpan snark as a constant third-person narration in my head.

Seriously, it's so good, and it helped me put a lot of the lore in some sort of order.

Finding out what books to read is a pain. They are so many and I gathered the writers change and characterizations change with them. I started from those with the best quotes.

The memes are something I lament I'd not found out till now.

Being into Warhammer while being fluent in Greek and Latin is....something. My joy at seeing latin terms used and being able to gauge the meaning of things by name violently clashes with my irrational rage at the lack of declension. (It's "Ave Domine Noctis" dammit!!! "Adepti Mecanici"! "Sororitas Adeptarum"!) Of course all this is Gothic, so my point is moot. I guess.

Personally I don't mind the lack of female Custodes (or Marines). If they can find a way to include some in the future in the lore without brazenly retco-gaslighting everyone Ba-Sing-Se style, then hey, nice! But I don't want them to force it as prescribed by exterior pressures. I'd rather some more material was made public on the female chapters of the Imperium.

Also I'd love more from the aliens' side, as I've seen it being a pretty big complaint of people who don't like the glorification of the Imperium - though tbf, I do think the Imperium is the most interesting part of the galaxy, and with good reason. Still, I do like experimental stuff, and going cosmic. Would love something more about the relations of the Aeldari and the Drukhari, as well as maybe a dip into Chaos?

It's a goddamn shame an animated series hasn't happened yet.

Me love how many refs are scattered through, especially literary ones (Caliban? Fyodor Karamazov? Nostramo and Curze? Fuck yeah)

Once more, why do larger planets don't have more than one human cultures on them instead of all being like huge cities? Come on guys, do it, so few do so in scifi.

I don't think it's racist to be racist against all-consuming insect dinosaur hiveminds and creatures that murderfuck you on site. The Tau are on thin ice, but acceptable. The Eldar too, though I do admit if they'd given originally birth to aforementioned murderfuckers, I'd find them kinda sus too. (about that whole real-life allegory thing? You see how it kinda falls apart like that, ey?)

Once again, the greater tragedy is the mistakes parents commit when bringing up their children (or not bringing them up). The Primarchs being either held back, struggling against or captive of their traumas is an excellent story against the backdrop of the grim darkness of the far future. I hope we can one day see what the Emperor intended for each of them.

I am very down bad, and if anyone wants to chat or comment or challenge my hot takes, they are free to. Warhammer is not exactly something I can initiate the people in my life into. I read the introduction to my mom and she looked at me like she was considering the odds of me having banged my head real hard XD

Getting into a large-scale cosmic horror when the worst scenarios for humanity have kinda happened and you start at the point of absolute nihilistic despair and have to find out how to function and remain human is surprisingly soul-cleansing at an time when actuality is so absolutely disappointing and pedestrian.

Warhammer and Hellsing Abridged need a crossover.

Why does this universe remind me so much of Second Apocalypse by Scott Bakker?

That's all folks.

Ave Dominus Nox

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delayedstrawberry · 5 months ago

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Dracule Mihawks Unknown Visitor

Summary: Dracule Mihawk is a man of many secrets, so naturally, he greeted Zoro and Perona with silence when they asked him about his unusual mood during their unannounced visit to his castle on Kuragana Island. However, it all starts to make sense once a stranger unexpectedly at the door.

Fandom: One Piece

Relationships: Mihawk x Reader / Female OC

Characters: Dracule Mihawk, Female reader, Zoro and Perona

Notes: Hello♡ This is just a silly and slightly romantic little idea I came up with, so I had to get it out of my system. I posted this Fanfic on my AO3 as well (DelayedStrawberry). I hope you enjoy reading!

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩Dracule Mihawks Unknown Visitor ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩

Mihawk sits on his usual throne chair in the tea room, holding the newspaper in his hands as he lazily reads through it. There’s a fresh cup of tea by his side, and a book to keep him occupied later on. He’s wearing his frilly white shirt today, alongside his long black pants, his black boots and a cross necklace. The air around the castle seems calm and undisturbed, except for the loud voices of Zoro and Perona talking in the living room down the hall. Thankfully Mihawk has the door shut, and told them to shut the living room door too. They’re visiting for around two weeks against Mihawk's will, so he’s got one week left of them making a mess of the place. The pair decided to come unannounced again. This is what, the third time this year? What a bother.

Mihawk sighs, the fluttering of the newspaper being heard throughout the room as he shifts in his seat. They’re still too loud. But no matter…they made him some rice and vegetable soup in the morning so he can’t get too angry. Granted, they did an awful job on it, but he can’t deny they still tried their best.

“Aw come on Zoro, hold still.” Perona whines in a frustrated tone as Zoro sits between her legs.

“I’m trying! But you keep tugging on my hair…I’m not some statue!” Zoro spits back, changing his seating position for the hundredth time.

Perona has somehow convinced Zoro to let her braid his hair. He’s grown it out pretty long over the summer and she’s been bugging him about it for weeks, so she’s got him trapped between her legs as she sits on the couch.

“Pfft not trying hard enough. I thought you were some strong swordsman, you can handle my hands in your hair, right?” Perona tugs another piece of his hair, giggling as she does so.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough!” Zoro suddenly stands up and knocks Perona over backwards on the couch, a breathless gasp escaping her. He promptly runs his fingers through his hair to get rid of the braids, but manages to tangle his hair instead.

“That was like an hour's work!” Perona whines, crossing her arms over her chest as she sinks into the couch with a pout.

“Dammit, what did you do to it…it’s getting tangled.” Zoro murmurs as he continues to try and get the braids out.

“Why do you ALWAYS have to be like this?? I was nearly done.” She whines, the pout on her face growing deeper.

“I don’t care. And I don’t want your grubby hands in my hair anyway!” Zoro retorts, his voice rising.

Perona gasps. “Grubby??? How DARE you insinuate-”

Zoro cuts her off. “I’m not insinuating, I’m stating a damn fact. You’re just an annoying grubby girl who can’t seem to begin to imagine what diseases live under HER fingernails!”. His hands are furiously running through his hair to get rid of the braids, but miserably failing.

“Oh yeah? Well, your mouth is a disease!” Perona’s voice gets slightly louder, and she sits up straighter on the couch as she looks up at him.

“Oh how original of you.” He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and looking off to the side.

“How about we ask Mihawk what he thinks?? I’m sure he’ll agree with me!” Perona says with conviction, a small smile on her face.

“He would agree with a bag of rocks before he would agree with you!” Zoro laughs loudly, stepping back closer to the couch to loom over Perona with a half grin.

“N-NO!” Perona stutters out, her smile dropping, knowing Zoro's right.

“Then we agree. You’re grubby.” Zoro says as he leans down and gets close to Peronas face.

“We do NOT agree! Ugh this isn’t fair!” She looks back into Zoro's eyes with a stubborn expression.

Zoro's voice rises as his frustration comes back with a crash. “Not fair??…Not FAIR?? You messed up my damn hair! It’s gonna take days for it to look good again!”

“It never looked good in the first place so I don’t know why you’re so worried!” Perona shouts, getting up in his face even more.

“Says the pink haired FREAK!” Zoro shouts back.

“Your hair is GREE-” Zoro cuts her off by quickly clamping a hand over her mouth.

“God, quiet down! Mihawks’ already been in a bad enough mood lately, don’t make it worse.” Zoro says in a hushed tone, saying it as if he wasn’t also shouting.

Perona grumbles under his hand, but then they hear something. It sounds like footsteps, but not the demanding ones of Mihawk…but the softer and lighter kind, and they’re coming from outside the castle. The two slowly turn their heads simultaneously towards the sound of them, their eyes growing wider.

Perona prys Zoros’ hand off of her mouth, both of them still trying to listen.

“Who’s that…?” Perona whispers, her ears straining to hear who’s footsteps they are.

“I don’t know.” Zoro whispers back. “It seems to be coming from outside.”

“An intruder??” Perona whispers, a bit of alarm in her voice.

Zoro shrugs as Perona gets off of the couch, quickly floating across the living room to the window. She peers through it and Zoro goes to stand behind her. However, due to the distance and the angle, they can’t see who it is. Perona huffs and floats out of the living room door to go towards the front entrance of the castle. Zoros’ eyebrows shoot up. There’s been a warning from Mihawk about how there’s been a gang of pirates in the nearby seas causing unusual trouble lately, and told them to be careful.

“Wait for me, you’ll get yourself killed!” Zoro shouts after her. He sighs and straightens up, walking after Perona who’s already halfway down the hallway.

Zoro stumbles a bit as he leaves the living room, his hand now occupied with his tangled hair as he tries to follow Perona as fast as he can.

The two walk through the castle halls and various rooms with gothic furniture and colours, although Zoro is more distracted by trying to fix his messy green strands.

“Dammit.” He curses under his breath, stumbling into a chair.

Perona rolls her eyes and grabs Zoros’ hand, yanking it out of his tangled locks. “You’re gonna get lost again if you keep thinking of your stupid hair.” She says in an annoyed tone. Zoro just protests under his breath, and the two of them walk to the main entrance of the castle.

The main entrance of Mihawks’ castle is quite the large area, with an even larger door. The floor is covered in dark green shiny diamond tiles, and the 3 metre door is dark brown with a vintage golden handle. The footsteps seem to be coming towards the entryway, so Zoro pulls his swords out just in case, and Peronas’ heart pounds a little faster.

“What if they’re here to kill Mihawk??” Perona whispers, looking up at Zoro.

“I could take them…” Zoro mutters.

Perona pauses for a second. “Yeah, that’s what you said about Mihawk.”

Zoro glares at her, clearly unamused.

The footsteps come even closer to the door, still sounding soft and light. Zoro and Perona tense up.

“It couldn’t be a guest, right? Mihawk never has guests. The old man barely has friends.” Zoro whispers.

“Mhmm. And we weren’t told of any guests, he would tell us!” Perona whispers in a whiny voice.

The footsteps are heard even closer, it sounds like they’re on the steps which lead up to the front door.

“Perona! Fix my hair, right now.” Zoro whispers, his voice laced with panic.

She quietly giggles and grabs his head so that she can properly take the braids out, the braids he so wonderfully tangled. Zoro keeps his eyes on the front door, the footsteps coming even closer.

“There bossy-I mean mossy. Your hair should be fine now.” Perona grins. Zoro gives her a half glare but decides to leave her comment until later. They both look at the entrance way, the footsteps even closer now and the air full of nerves. Zoro and Perona look at each other in anticipation before silently stepping towards the door.

The footsteps are heard right outside, and without a second thought Zoro flings the door open and raises his swords.

A loud scream is heard and papers fly everywhere as the person falls to the ground in fright. Zoros’ eyes widen…fuck. It’s just a postman.

“Oh g-god don’t kill me! P-please! I-I was sent here b-by the marines t-to give a letter to M-Mihawk! The birds aren’t in s-service at the moment! Mihawk k-knew I was coming I s-swear! I t-told them I wasn’t u-up for the job! This p-place is so-.” The poor postman rambles, frantically trying to pick up all the letters he dropped. Zoro rubs his temple and puts his swords away, he bends down to help the shaking man.

“Uhh sorry about that…we thought you were…” Zoro trails off.

“An intruder trying to kill Mihawk!” Perona exclaims loudly as she floats up behind Zoro, her hands on her hips and her lips pursed.

The young postman nervously smiles, stuffing a handful of letters into his bag. “Nope…h-hah…”

Zoro helps with putting the last papers in the mans’ bag, and gets handed a letter as they both stand up. “T-this is for Mihawk. It’s f-from the marines.” The postman says nervously, sweating and trembling slightly.

Zoro nods and clears his throat, waving the letter around slightly. “Yeah okay, we’ll give this to him. Thanks.”

The postman nods then starts to hurry off back down the stairs. Zoro grimaces slightly and sighs, then Perona speaks up.

“Pshh. Why would you do that, Zoro!? You pulled your swords out on an innocent man! How rude.” She puts her nose in the air and crosses her arms, floating away from him and back into the castle.

“WHA-!” Zoro stammers with a start, his head quickly turning towards her. He groans and shuts the door behind him and starts walking back into the castle too, muttering under his breath about how she’s the one who put the idea in his head that it was an intruder.

“You can’t just be swinging those swords around, you’ll take some innocent persons’ eyes out, you know.” Perona continues to talk as they cross the entrance way.

Zoro sighs heavily. “So much for an exciting day, guess we’ll go and…”

“Braid your hair again?” Perona turns around to look at him, a huge flashy grin on her face.

“No! I was gonna say we’ll go and get something to eat.” Zoro furrows his brow.

“Zoroooooooo!” She whines.

Zoro shakes his head in disbelief, and walks out of the castle's entrance down a hallway. Perona floats after him, a huge pout on her face.

As they enter the large kitchen, Zoro looks at the letter in his hand intended for Mihawk, and decides to put it on the kitchen counter for now.

The two settle down on the stools with food from this mornings’ breakfast, and they silently wonder why Mihawk didn’t eat it all…maybe he wasn’t hungry, he’s been in a pretty bad mood lately. At least, more than usual. They did try to pester him about it, but Mihawk likes to keep things to himself.

Stillness washes over the room as the two eat for about an hour, not bothering to talk to each other. Perona’s still pouty and Zoro wants some peace for once.

Just before they finish eating…they hear more footsteps coming from the outside of the castle. Lighter than what they heard the postman make.

Zoro furrows his brow, slamming his chopsticks onto the table as he looks up. “What the hell?”

Perona tilts her head, her mouth full of food. “Postman again?”

“No…these sound different…I don’t like it.” Zoro stands up and begins to walk back towards the front door, a bit of fire in his eyes. What’s the chances of this happening twice in one day? Perona starts feeling a bit uneasy, and quickly floats behind Zoro to keep close to him.

They get to the entrance way of the castle again, and begin to listen. These footsteps aren’t like the postmans’. These sounded more calculated, or like they had more of a purpose. Perona instinctively clutches Zoros’ arm tightly, wrapping her own arm around his.

“Okay, this one REALLY feels like an intruder.” Perona whispers, her hold tightening on Zoro.

“Yeah these sound a bit…strange.” Zoro whispers back, narrowing his eyes at the door.

The footsteps seem to be hurrying a bit, and they quickly hear them going up the steps to the front door. Zoro and Perona step back slightly, not wanting to redo their last encounter with a stranger, and going for a more hands off approach for this one.

Someone's unknown footsteps walk right up to the entrance. The door slowly opens, shit. They didn’t lock it after they encountered the postman. Zoros’ eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat and his heart pounding. Perona hides behind Zoro, continuing to keep her own arm securely and tightly around his, her heart going a million beats per second.

As the door slowly opens, someone on the other side mutters about how the damn thing shouldn’t be so heavy. They seem to struggle to get it open, the door actually shutting again before opening for the second time. The two look at each other with puzzled expressions, but still on guard.

The door finally opens, and a woman they don’t recognise steps inside. Her eyes land on the two but she doesn’t flinch, she gives off an air of confidence which is slightly intimidating. Zoro seems to relax at the sight of this woman but he keeps his guard up, while Perona tenses up even more as her intuition suggests this woman is bad news.

Zoro clears his throat, keeping his distance from her and speaking in a firm voice. “What’s your name?”

“y/n. Who are you two?” She says with a light smile as she looks over the two, noting their tense bodies and narrowed eyes.

Zoro looks the woman over, noting her put together demeanour. “I’m Zoro, and this is Perona.”

Perona doesn’t like this one bit, she knows that a pretty and innocent smile can hide all sorts of danger. So she speaks to y/n in a cold tone. “You’re here to harm Mihawk, aren’t you?”

y/n looks slightly puzzled but stays calm.”Who said I was here to hurt him?”

Zoro and Perona glance at each other for a moment, not liking her response in the slightest. It seems like she’s dancing around their question.

“Well…y/n, you’re clearly in the castle without Mihawks’ permission. Of course we would think that’s what you’re here to do.” Zoro says sternly, his eyes narrowing even more and his hand going to the hilt of his sword, feeling protective over Mihawk.

“Oh, well…I’m-”But before y/n can respond, Perona cuts her off.

“Don’t say another word! I know a liar when I see one, so whatever you have to say we don’t believe you!” Perona bristles, her tone challenging. Zoro gives Perona a look portraying that he wants her to calm down, but she doesn’t care. Her heart’s set on y/n being an intruder.

“I can assure-” y/n begins, but gets cut off by Perona again.

“We know Mihawk never has guests, and we’ve never heard of you before! And it would be too much of a coincidence if both strangers who’ve shown up are innocent! So get your small butt out of here and go back to where you came from, woman.” She says firmly, untangling her arms from Zoro and crossing them over her chest instead.

Zoro shakes his head in disbelief with how Perona is behaving, but he’s still very much on edge by this mystery woman, there’s definitely a better way to handle this. But despite Zoros’ concern, he knows Perona is just as protective of Mihawk as he is, it just comes across a little differently.

“You know what, I don’t have time for this.” y/n sighs, then begins walking past the two and heading across the entrance way, clearly intending to head deeper into the castle.

Zoro and Perona feel a wave of concern wash over them, so they follow after her. Perona floats pretty quickly behind y/n, while Zoro strides behind them with his hand still on the hilt of his sword.

“Hey, woman! Where do you think you’re going? We weren’t done talking to you!” Perona calls after her, catching up to y/n pretty quickly as they all go down the long hallway.

“You were the one doing most of the talking, and insulting.” y/n says aloofly as she continues to walk. Perona only gets more angry at her response.

“Who do you think you are?? You’re the one who’s here without anyone's permission.” Perona scowls.

“We can’t let you waltz in here unannounced to see Mihawk!” Zoro barks from behind them, his anger flaring up as y/n doesn’t seem to have any intent to stop walking.

y/n sighs to herself, clearly fed up with the two, the air around them tense. “I tried telling you why I’m here, but you kept cutting me off. So why should I even bother.” She says as she opens some doors to walk through one of the spare rooms.

“Because we don’t trust you. Whatever you say, it'll be a lie, so you're not allowed anywhere near him!” Perona says loudly, her voice full of frustration. y/n furrows her brow but doesn’t stop moving.

“I’m getting a headache.” y/n says as she pushes through some more doors, going through yet another big room.

“Yeah right. Try having 2 unannounced people turn up today.” Zoro huffs, his glare on the back of y/n’s head.

Perona nods, her grumpiness growing as she agrees with Zoro. “You say you’re getting a headache, but we’ve stressed out twice already in the past hour!”

As y/n pushes through another set of doors, they get into the long dimly lit hallway that leads to Mihawks’ throne room. Zoro and Perona get even more on edge, what the hell does she want with him?

“You can’t just walk around the house like you own the place!” Perona says angrily with a hint of redness growing on her cheeks, following y/n at her heels. Zoros’ frustration builds as well, noting that y/n isn’t even replying to them anymore and clearly going towards Mihawk.

“y/n! You can’t just go into Mihawks’ throne room uninvited!” Zoro calls out, bringing out one of his swords in case things get ugly.

“Watch me.” y/n says calmly, looking straight ahead as they begin to approach the door.

“Goddammit y/n! Do you have a death wish or something?” Zoros’ voice gets a little frantic, and Peronas’ heart beats quicker than it was already.

“Mihawks gonna kill us if we’re the reason he gets killed.” Perona whispers to Zoro, getting a nod out of him as he takes a deep breath to brace himself for the inevitable.

The 3 reach the door leading into Mihawks’ throne room. Zoro and Perona exchange a glance, then without any hesitation y/n opens it and walks inside.

Inside the throne room Mihawk sits there with a book in hand and the newspaper off to the side, his teacup is empty and he’s got his usual stoic expression. When the 3 walk in he looks up, a hint of curiosity on his face. His gaze immediately falls onto y/n, and his eyes grow wide alongside his pupils dilating. His hands lose grip of the book he was reading and it falls onto the ground with a soft thud.

Perona points at y/n. “We told-” Before she could speak she yelps in pain, Zoro nudging her ribs with his elbow to shut her up, knowing Mihawk can surely handle the situation from here.

“Y-y/n?” Mihawk says breathlessly, his heart beating wildly in his chest and his eyes still wide.

She swallows, her breathing becoming a little shallow as her heart races just the same. “They let me leave early.”

Mihawk keeps looking at her, and says in a breathless voice as he absorbs her words. “You’re back…early…” He can’t believe his eyes.

Zoro and Peronas’ anger makes way for the overwhelming confusion they feel as they look over the interaction, Zoro puts his sword away but keeps his guard up.

“Mihawk…you know her?” Zoro asks quietly, his voice full of confusion and slight concern.

Mihawk doesn’t take his eyes off of y/n, and struggles to speak as he replies in a horse whisper. “Yes…I know her.”

y/n walks closer to Mihawk as he stands up from his throne. His eyes set on her, not even seeming to register Zoro and Perona anymore. Mihawk stands still as he watches her approach, not able to move a muscle from the shock and disbelief.

As they’re only centermeres apart, Mihawk brings up his hand to cup y/ns’ face and gently runs his thumb over her cheek. y/n puts her hand around his wrist as he touches her, gently caressing his arm with her own thumb. He looks down at her and his face visibly softens, and so does hers as she looks up at him.

“They let you come home early…” Mihawk murmurs, swimming in a wave of emotions as he looks at her, it’s almost overwhelming.

y/n nods her head slowly, closing her eyes for a moment as she takes in the feel of his hand on her face. Mihawk then grabs her waist and pulls her against him, moving his other hand from her face to her waist as well and holding her tightly in his arms. y/n puts her arms around his neck firmly, leaning her face against his chest as Mihawk buries his face into the crook of her neck and taking a deep breath as he breathes her in.

Zoro and Perona look stunned, they’re completely speechless and wide eyed as they look on, their mouths open from shock.

“Is it just me…or is Mihawk acting really weird right now? And what did he mean by home? Do you think they’re-” Perona whispers to Zoro.

“I…I don’t know…but he’s acting weird alright.” Zoro whispers, mulling over the scene before them.

Mihawk holds y/n close to him, closing his eyes as he feels her body against his and the smell of her in his nostrils. They stay like this for about a minute or two in silence, just being in each other's arms and breathing the other in. In this moment, they’re just two people who have been apart for far too long.

“They should know, darling.” Mihawk murmurs hazily to y/n after a few minutes of silence, smiling lightly as he glances over at the two who look gobsmacked. He feels quite amused by how shocked they look, but refrains from laughing.

“Yeah they should, my love.” y/n murmurs back just as hazily, looking at them as well.

Mihawk kisses her neck lightly and then turns his gaze to Zoro and Perona, shifting his body so that only one arm is around her waist. Zoro and Perona wait nervously, and straighten up when Mihawk looks at them.

Mihawk lightly smiles, his haziness still prominent. “Zoro, Perona…this is y/n. She’s-” He takes a short breath, looking at y/n for a moment before looking back at the pair. “...my wife.”

Zoros’ eyes widen even further, if that’s even possible, and he opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Perona on the other hand, her face goes pale. She told this woman some awful things, even telling her she can’t walk around the house like she owned the place…when she did in fact, own the place.

“Oh my god y/n, I’m so SO sorry! I spoke to you so harshly…I thought you were an intruder and some liar!” Perona says frantically, floating up to y/n with a panicked expression. Mihawk narrows his eyes on Perona, ingesting this new information.

y/n smiles faintly and gently puts a hand on Peronas shoulder. “I understand you were just trying to protect Mihawk.” She speaks softly, knowing that Perona seems genuinely apologetic.

“Don’t speak to her like that again.” Mihawk sternly warns as y/n squeezes her shoulder, sending a shiver down Peronas spine causing her to frantically nod her head.

Perona heavily breathes out and floats back to Zoro, her cheeks red with embarrassment as she hides her face in her hands. Zoro stands still looking between the two, his brow furrowed and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head.

“You’ve been MARRIED this whole time? Why the hell haven’t we heard of her?” Zoro says in a defeated tone, scratching his head from nerves as the information sinks into him further.

“Because I’m a big name in this world, so when we got together many years ago I decided I don’t want y/n to potentially suffer the consequences that come with it. If everyone found out she’s my partner, there’s no telling what sort of people could go after her.” Mihawk says with a tough expression, his hand tightening around her waist instinctively. Perona just nods her head slowly, while Zoro still looks confused. “She’s precious to me, and I don’t want anything happening to her.”

Zoro feels respect washing over his heart, and also a lot of understanding. But he’s still finding it hard to process all of this, and can’t help but ask a little further.

“How is that even possible…” Zoro breathes out.

“We just don’t go flaunting it about, we’ve found it ensures our peace and her safety.” Mihawk replies softly, a hint of vulnerability within his words. “However, we didn’t say NO ONE knows about our marriage.” Mihawk says as he smirks lightly and feels a rush of pride run through his veins, him and y/n sharing a knowing look.

Zoros’ eyes widen again, looking between them once more. “Who else knows?”

“The other warlords, Shanks, some of the top marines, my family, Luffy…” y/n explains calmly, leaning against Mihawk a bit more.

Zoro looks flabbergasted. “LUFFY??” Perona also whips her head between the two as the information that Luffy, out of all people, know about them.

“Yeah he saw us at a restaurant a while back, and we told him to keep it a secret.” y/n says with a light smirk, squeezing Mihawks’ side lightly.

Zoro tuts and looks away, crossing his arms. This is all too weird for him.

Perona then speaks up, breaking her own silence. “How long have you two been married then?”

Mihawk smiles, feeling another rush of pride going through his veins. “Almost 7 years now.”

“Mhmm, almost.” y/n smiles, her head resting on his arm.

Zoro and Perona look gobsmacked again. They can’t help but gawk at the couple, and still have a hard time coming to terms that THE Dracule Mihawk has a wife, and for 7 years? Mihawk sighs as he looks at their faces, deciding to clear things up a bit more.

“She’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I want her to be safe, so I don’t feel the need to announce my personal life to everyone, unless it’s necessary. So I expect you two won’t go off and talk about this. Am I clear?” Mihawk looks between the two with his piercing hawkeye gaze, speaking in his scarily stern voice.

“Yeah…of course.” Zoro manages to say, tensing up at the sternness of Mihawks’ voice.

“I won’t tell a soul, living or dead.” Perona says as she nods her head quickly, her hands scrunching up her dress from the stress of being under Mihawks’ gaze.

“Good, now…you two, out. We need some alone time. We’ll answer more of your questions you’re sure to have, later.” Mihawk says in a firm voice, carrying a hint of impatience.

“Okay okay we’ll go…” Perona breathes, floating out of the throne room. Zoro just nods and follows after her, shutting the door behind them. Once they’re out of the room they can hear Zoro speak to Perona in a hushed voice. “By the way, I haven’t forgotten about how you called me bossy earlier!”

Mihawk sighs in relief and takes y/ns’ hand, sitting back down on his throne and bringing her down with him. He brings her into his lap and she sits sideways so that she’s cradled by Mihawks’ strong arms. He looks over her features, taking her in silently for a moment. Before he leans down and gently connects their lips in a soft and tender kiss, y/ns’ hand going to the side of his neck as she closes her eyes.

After a few moments, they pull back.

“I missed you…” Mihawk murmurs against her lips, pressing their foreheads together, their eyes still closed.

“I missed you too…” y/n murmurs back, breathing in his scent again.

Mihawk opens his warm honey eyes, and talks in a slightly concerned tone. “So, darling. Why did you come back early? You weren’t due to come back for another 2 months, not that I’m complaining, but did something happen?”

y/n shakes her head. “Nothing happened, I just missed you…3 months away from you took a toll on me, again. So they said it was alright for me to leave.”

He hums in acknowledgement, closing his eyes again. “I don’t like when you’re gone, I don’t like when your side of the bed is cold every night.”

It’s y/ns’ turn to sigh, tears sting her eyes slightly. “I know, darling. I don’t think I can do it anymore, I can’t keep leaving for months when I’d rather be here, with you.”

Mihawk holds her a little tighter as she says that, his face full of pain and longing. “I don’t think I can handle it either, y/n, I struggle when you’re gone. I want you to be here with me, where I can keep you safe.”

“I think…I’m gonna quit the job.” y/n says abruptly as she opens her eyes, her face portraying her longing and slight nervousness.

His eyes open in shock, widening as he takes in the information. “Really? Darling-” He says breathlessly, his arms tightening around her even more than before.

“Really. I’ll call them in the morning to tell them I’m done.” She says softly as she brings her hand up to caress his cheek.

“I thought…you were going to hold out a little longer.” Mihawk murmurs, his eyes searching hers. This feels like a lot of information she’s suddenly dumping on him.

“I know, I know…but I just…can’t. It’s unbearable. I know my job will get upset with me, but as long as I’m with you, I don’t care.” y/n murmurs back, nuzzling his nose with her own.

“Okay…good.” Mihawk says as he takes a shaky breath and smiling lightly, his eyes never leaving her face.

“You know…you dropped your book on the ground earlier, Dracule.” She mutters a little teasingly, a grin growing on her face.

“Oh be quiet, I was distracted…” Mihawk mutters as a slight blush of pink spreads over his cheeks, but he can’t help smiling down at her and running his fingers through her hair.

y/n giggles warmly, and brings Mihawk into another gentle kiss. His hand going under her shirt to her back, so he can feel her soft skin for the first time in months, and her thumb caresses the growing warmth on his face.

For the rest of the day, evening and night. The two spend their time in each other's arms and talking about y/ns’ journey out at sea. Zoro and Perona have decided to be quiet for once, and keep their distance so as to not disturb them. Mihawk and y/n go to bed that night curled up as close as they can get, feeling content and happy as they doze off to sleep.

Notes: This is my first Fanfic, so I kept it relatively short! This is also the first time I'm posting it to Tumblr, and I'm new here so I'll see how it goes <3 i hope everyone has a good day/night♡

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bi-bard · 5 months ago

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Scrapbooks - Bobby Singer Imagine [Supernatural/Criminal Minds Crossover]

Title: Scrapbooks

Pairing: Father Figure!Bobby Singer & Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 824 words

Warning(s): mention of John Winchester, unhealthy family dynamic

Summary: [During Season 1] (Y/n)'s reconnection with their brothers leads to them wanting to rebuild some old bridges.

Author's Note: Y'all remember this oc? The one that started as a joke but then became a serious thing that allowed me to talk about found family/trauma bonds/etc.? I remembered it.

Also, this story is kind of a sister story to this part of this oc. Wanted to compare similar events ;)

Dude. The Bobby gifs are disappointing, not gonna lie.

More of this OC!

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After I found out that Sam was out hunting again, I found myself calling him a lot more.

I don't know what I wanted to be for him. I don't know if I wanted to protect him or if I just wanted to make sure he knew that I could help him escape that life if he needed to.

I always knew that Sam was the best of us.

He deserved more than the hand he had been dealt. I don't think he ever knew that or would ever believe it if someone said it to him, but it was true.

He had fought so hard for some kind of normal life.

Maybe I just wanted him to know that there was a door to one.

Sometimes I wondered why I didn't do the same thing for Dean. I think that I wanted him to be what I had tried to be for Sam. I wanted him to be there. To support me in running away from that life. I wanted to know that he never hated me for it. But I couldn't believe that.

I knew that my dad had gotten into Dean's head more than Sam's. I knew that I was called selfish and cowardly and ungrateful. I knew that if I ever had to look my dad in the eye again, he would see nothing more than a traitor. I knew that he would do anything to convince Dean that I was one.

There weren't many connections in the hunting world that I felt guilty about losing. So many of them were purely professional or momentary.

My brothers were obviously an exception.

And so was Bobby Singer.

He had been the first person I talked to when I realized that I didn't want to be a hunter anymore. I sat on his couch while my brothers were upstairs. I cried and begged for some solution or forgiveness or just anything.

He just handed me a wad of cash and said that when I ran, I needed to run like Hell was at my heels.

I didn't call him after that night.

I think I just wanted to make sure that my dad wouldn't be pissed at him for what I did. Bobby had done enough to protect me. It was my turn to protect him.

It took some time after reconnecting with my brothers for me to ask Sam for Bobby's number.

He chuckled at first, jokingly asking "Which one?"

"Whatever one will get me an answer," I replied simply.

I scribbled down the number I was given before giving Sam a quick goodbye and hanging up.

I stared down at my phone as if I was waiting for the number to dial itself. It didn't matter how many deep breaths I took. I was still just as nervous as before.

"Fuck it," I mumbled, rapidly dialing the number.

It rang a few times before I was met with a very familiar, very gruff voice. "Agent Kayser."

"Hey, Bobby," I said.

"Who is this?"

"It's... It's (Y/n)... (Y/n) Winchester." I held my breath for a moment, tears welling in my eyes as I waited for him to hang up the phone. He didn't. "I... I know that I'm probably one of the last people that you wanna hear from-"

"Shut the hell up," he snapped at me. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you to call me?"

I let out a breathy chuckle, letting my head fall forward.

"Dammit, kid, you just about scared the life out of me when you ran off," he continued. "Didn't have your number. Didn't have a clue where you went. You popped up in the paper a few years ago. Hold on a second."

I heard some ruffling in the background.

"I started keeping track of the articles that mentioned you," he explained. "Got 'em all here in a scrapbook. Saving kids and stopping some real bastards."

I wiped my eyes. "You kept them?"

"Of course I did! Are you kidding?"

"I guess... I guess I just assumed that you hated me."

"What, because you didn't want to be a hunter anymore? Kid, I'm not that much of an ass."

I chuckled.

"Listen," he said. "I don't know how much time off you get with that big FBI gig, but... I have an extra room for whenever you need it."

"I would really like that," I replied. "I've missed you."

"Missed you too, kid," he muttered. "Try not to go years without calling this time."

"I'll do my best."

Hanging up was almost bittersweet. I had established contact. That was good. But ending the conversation made my heart drop slightly. I knew how quickly each of our lives could change. Every phone call could be the last.

But all I could do was take a deep breath and push that thought away.

I didn't have time to think like that.

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Whispers & Shadows

A yume fanfiction of

Canon "Simon 'Ghost' Riley" 💀 x My OC "Badger" 🦋

June 19th 20xx

It’s been ten days since the last time the task force was assigned on a mission, thousand miles away from their HQ. A joint force between the British Air Force and US Special Forces. The mission took place in the high mountains of East Siberia. Where an illegal mining site was informed to contain intel of Makarov’s Confidential Files. The task force had been on a recon for days before they finally found the compound.

The mission went well so far, as the team managed to infiltrate the facility without getting spotted. Achieving to retrieve some documents and DMS for their further lead. One step closer to take down the world infamous terrorist.

“All units, we have our package secured. I repeat, package has been secured.”

A firm tone of the captain stated through the intercoms, followed by the nods of the other personnel.

Just as they were about to leave the facility, another crackle from the radio was heard, along with a voice of concern.

“Captain, we found a room full of explosives at the lowest level. This place is a set up, we need to leave the compound immediately!”

“Dammit! How many times do we have left?” The captain responded, his senses heightened as he raised his wrist to check his watch. “20 Minutes, 24 seconds.” The other line answered. The dread on each of the soldiers' faces were painted across their faces, realizing they only have so little time to get to safety.

“Everyone move out! We have to get out of here before this place explodes!”

With his strong command, the teams started to rush to the main level, where the mouth of the exit held to the surface.

Unfortunately, luck was not on their side. The guards of the facility had already blocked some of the exit, equipped with high defenses and turrets to prevent the task force from getting out alive. As if the devotion of Makarov’s men were rooted to their heart, they were willing to sacrifice themselves inside the mining site.

The Task force was desperate as the enemy launched a rocket, shot at their direction. Everything was a blur, a spinning rang lingers in each of the personnel's heads as ashes filled the air. Ghost, who was standing near the blast point, got flinged to the other end of the hall, with a stack of large wooden crates stuck between a wall, threatening to crush him from above.

“GHOST!”

His eyes flickering, slowly opened to the sound of his name being shouted.

“GHOST, GET UP!”

Badger shouted once again, kneeling to his level as her hand hurriedly gripped the backstrap of his vest, forcefully pulling him out from the possible strike point of the crates. With all her strength she had, she managed to drag his body away just in time before the crates collided and slammed to the cold metal floor, a few inches away from his feet. She hauled him to the nearest cover as the enemy continuously showers them with bullets.

“Come on Ghost, I need you alive.” Badger pleaded as she sat him up to the wall. She could tell from his face that he was still dazed from the blow. “Where the hell is our backup!?” She roared, checking her magazine before peaking out of her cover, engaging a suppressive fire to the enemy.

“10 Miles away!” Gaz shouted back whilst checking through their GPS system.

“Well we don’t have much time here, this site is about to blow! We need air support ASAP!” Soap yelled in frustration as sprayed through the enemy before rebounding to his cover. Reloading his empty magazine with the remaining ammunition in his vest. “I’m running low on magz!”

“We’re surrounded!” the other team mate was getting devastated. “Hold your ground, help is on the way. We just need to push through the tunnel!” The captain asserted, advising the task force to venture through the hindrance of the enemy. They have made it this far, they couldn’t back down now.

“7 MINUTES!”

a team member yelled out, reminding the task force of the time they had left.

“Can you fight?”

Badger asked the skull-masked lieutenant with a fret. She checked through his body for any physical injuries. “Yeah, I still have my limbs attached.”

Badger was unpleased by his nonchalant response, but knew better that Ghost could push himself to his limit. “Don’t bullshit me around, Ghost. You feel anything hurt?”

“Solid. No pain at all.” Ghost crawled his back behind the wall to get back to his feet. Badger gave him a helping hand by dragging him by his shoulder. When he was about to take a step, he fumbled forward with Badger catched him by his arm.

“Oh sure, Solid my arse, Lt.”

She grumbled, leading him to lay back to the wall. “You’re not even in a good shape to walk.”

“I can still fight, this isn’t something to worry about.” Ghost repulsed, steadying his weapon to his side. “We still need to run if you don’t want your body to blow into a million pieces.” Badger argued back with a frown. Though worry could be seen through her eyes.

“Can we save the bunfight for later? We need to get out of this shithole first!”

Soap intervened through the comms.

The teams split into groups as they took turns to change through covers and give suppressive fire. They were able to advance a few feet closer to the mouth of the tunnel but time was running out.

“3 MINUTES!” a member spat out. The determination in his voice began to mix with desperation. “We’re done for.” Another one muttered in distress as the rest started to feel discouraged about the situation. The enemy won’t stop spraying them with bullets.

“I guess this is it huh? One final moment of our life?” Gaz repined, his tone filled with desolation. “We still have time boys, keep your heads up! Don’t let fear get the best of you.” Captain Price spurred bluffly, maintaining his faith to the completion of the mission.

No matter how much they tried to push forward, the enemy remained to hold the upper hand. The units were running out of bullets, some even relying only on their sidearms. They were at the end of one’s rope with each passing seconds.

Badger glanced at the lieutenant who hid behind the cover to her side. His body was already exhausted from all the turbulence of combat, not to mention he had his leg injured from the previous blast incident. Ghost could feel her eyes on him as he slowly shifted his gaze to meet hers.

They both stare at each other for the following seconds, the jarring sound of bullets hitting through metals became a distant noise as they fade to the background. Every tick of seconds that passed felt longer than it should.

Badger gave him a smile as she stated,

“It was nice to know you, Lt.”

He raised one of his brows, disagreeing with the nonsense she spat out during this critical moment. “You say it as if we’re about to part ways.”

“There’s a possibility, chances are low for us to make it out of here. Therefore, I want to thank you, for all the things that we have, everything that we’ve been through. You’re the most reliable ally I have ever known for my entire life. I just want to say that I adore you. A lot. More than you could ever imagine.”

His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden confession. He was baffled, frozen in place without a single word. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, aside from the effect of his adrenaline of course.

“You really are a pessimistic cynic, eh? Always expect for the worst.” he scoffed under his mask along with a head shook. “I don’t believe this is the last for the both of us, or for any of us. But if it does, then I will find you in another lifetime.”

Badger snorted in return, cackling to his delusional statement. “You believe in such fiction? I thought you’re the logical-type of a man.”

“Maybe, but when it comes to you, I started to believe in fantasy.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle as she thought this stoic man who refused to even believe in dreams had gone wild in their final minutes. “At least I can finally convince you to believe in something.”

The whole forces were ready to meet their fate, as dead as a sitting duck covering from the rain shells. Alas, when hope began to fade, a loud sound of rotor blade swirling outside of the tunnel as it turned silent. The enemy finally stopped firing their firearms and turned to the swirling noise.

“Everybody take cover! Danger close!” Captain Price ordered as the chaingun of the Apache sprayed through the tunnel. Hydra rockets were fired, destroying most of the enemy vehicles parked around the tunnel. Even big trucks to carry loads of mines were obliterated.

Price turned the channel in his intercom to the Pilot of the Apache “Took you long enough, Eagle-one. Direct hit, target destroyed.”

“The mountains are not helping with the signals, Bravo-six. We have a hard time finding your location.”

“ONE MINUTE!!!” a shout from a team member dragged them back to their unresolved situation. They were still far from a safe position in the compound. The facility was only seconds away from being destroyed by the explosives planted below. The task force needed to make a run to the exit.

Badger immediately dashed to the side of the skull-masked operator as she strapped his arms across her. Providing balance for his wounded leg. “Don’t even say anything, just run.” she refused to start another session of quarrel with him as they sprinted towards the light on the end of the tunnel

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

A blinding glow flashed through the compound with a thundering blast traveling through the air. Dust mixed with snow filled the atmosphere of the frosty mountains. The sound of cough and wails echoed as soldiers made it out alive in one piece, leaving only minor injuries from the battle.

Ghost had his body face down on the ground from the impact. Getting his consciousness back, his eyes darted around the scene, slowly finding her to be dragged a few inches away from him.

“Badger…” he weakly called for her callsign.

“Badger, do you copy?” the lieutenant repeated, his heart pounding faster, mind already swirling with any outcomes and what ifs. He slowly kneeled and pulled himself up to stand on his feet. When he made his way closer to approach her, his intercom crackled.

“Solid.”

She replied through their channel. Rolling her body to the side, she now faced him eye to eye with a smile slowly crossed her face.

It’s a firm solid unlike yours.”

A scoff escaped from behind the black fabric of his balaclava. “Cheeky bastard. You still have the energy to goof around after all those explosions?” his skull-pattern gloved hand stretched out to her, offering to help her stand up.

“Nope, that’s all I’ve got left for now.” she accepted his aid, gripping to his hand tightly as she pushed herself off the ground. Sweeping the dust and snow away from her garments.

“Alright ye lovebirds, can you flirt somewhere else? I need a peace of mind from all the loud noise and outbursts. I’m submitting a request for a leave right after this.” Soap grumbled as he walked past them with a light tap to Ghost on his shoulder.

“A vacation sounds like a great idea.” Price tuned in with a nod, ideas started to flow through his head, imagining the warm breeze of spring, a contrast to the frosty temperature in this site. “You approve of our leave then, Captain?” Gaz asked for the captain’s validation, his eyes already gleaming with excitement as the fatigue slowly washed away from the intriguing news.

“We can discuss it when we’re back. For now, let’s get to the extraction point. I’m sure our boys need a good rest from all these complications. Now move out, before I’m freezing my arse off over here.” Captain Price instructed as the task force strode away from the compound, walking a few more miles to the extraction point and eventually return to their base.

April 19th 20xx

Task Force 141 finally got approved for their leave and planned to take their spring vacation to Edinburgh, visiting parks and gardens to enjoy the blooming flowers and the green view of the landscapes. They go on picnic, take pictures and even run around the fields.

After a few more hours of walking with the team, Ghost nudged his elbow to Badger as he pointed at a different path through the garden. She stopped in her tracks and looked at the direction that Ghost pointed before she shifted her gaze to him with an acquiescence nod. They silently parted their way with the rest of the team and strolled to a different area.

There, they found a beautiful, quiet place with trees lined around the area like natural fences, offering them some personal solitude. The sun ray stood perfectly just above the line of the trees, a golden tinted warmth illuminating their skin.

They stood close together in silence, savoring the beauty that nature held for their eyes. The tranquility was cut through as Ghost raised his hand and asked her “Would you like to dance, m’lady?”

Badger had her eyes widened at his request, her heart melted by his gesture as she couldn't help but smile and placed her hand on top of his. Their palms clasped with each other as she answered, “Certainly, m’lord.”

They danced in the midst of grassy soil, each step synchronized with one another as her white cottage dress bloomed with every swing they made with their motions. The radiant glow of the golden hour casting through their stirring figures, dazzling each of their surface, enchanting the view to their eyes.

With a round of twirls, he disturbed the silence to ask her,

“Would you fall in love with me again?”

She chuckled, twirling into his arms and rested the back of her head to his chest,

“I will. I will fall in love with you, over and over again.”

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Author's note:

Oh I love pushing myself to use 100% of my brain capacity and complete this one shot fanfic of my yume ship in one night without sleep. (Yes started to write this fic around midnight and complete it around 10 AM in the morning) (My eyes were bloodshot red but it was worth it).

This was made for a yume collaboration event on X held by a friend of mine @/ Foxyinhere with the entry of "Whispers of Springs, Shadows of War" the event was held to celebrate spring post-war (fictional one). I was originally wanted to make a comic strip but given the limited time I have and stuff I obligated to do in real life, I couldn't do much. So instead, I made an illustration of Ghost and Badger dancing at the hidden garden of Edinburgh to the first whisper of spring.

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eve-be-sleep-deprived · 6 months ago

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"I'm not developin' a habit!"

Another Warframe OC portrait, a short writeup below!

This lady here is a bit of an oddball, let me explain.

Tezz Hura: Autonomous Saryn: Tenno Registry Number SYR-295-12

Coming to consciousness near about 20 years previous to when she was introduced, Tezz is an autonomous Warframe, created through overuse by her former Tenno handler. Eventually, after strained relations with the Lotus, Tezz departed from the Tenno, working as an independent contractor for Frohd Bek and his branch of the Corpus.

Tezz was taken captive on the Orb Vallis by Nef Anyo roughly a decade before her introduction to my little HC, exposing Frohd Bek's meddling in Anyo's affairs. She was left in Anyo's possession as a peace offering where she was subjected to many invasive surgeries.

There is much to say about her, much that may or may not be made public since she was introduced in a smutfic that is currently unreleased (I suppose you can guess the sorts of surgeries she was subject to by that alone.) I'm spending some time trying to *desmut* the smutfic so I can eventually release it for public consumption. I'm comfortable at least in saying that she looks human underneath all that armor, she has skin and hair and eyes and a mouth and organs, all given to her by the Corpus.

Currently she is one of a pair of humanized Warframe, the other being her partner (Also introduced in the smutfic), both escaping Corpus custody and finding their own way in the System with help from my other OC's.

Gods dammit... I have so many OC's that need a stupid amount of explanation -_-

#warframe #warframe tag #captura #warframe captura #virtual photography #warframe fanart #fanart #Warframe Saryn #Warframe OC #Saryn Graxx

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kellynickelsgirl00 · 2 months ago

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A Chibs "Filip" Telford and OC Plus Size Reader Fanfic

Taglist: @youngadult9016 @tommyflanaganfan-blog @ravennaortiz @etclouie @privatetruths @theoutsiders25

CHAPTER 1: The Meeting

I pull into Tellermorrow Automotive parking lot and sigh getting out looking at the flat tire and the smoke pouring out from under the hood "God dammit i guess this is as good a place as any" I mumble softly and start walking up to the office and see a whole bunch of bikes and bikers and wave to them. As I get to the office a woman walks out and smiles looking at me and the truck behind me " Need some help there" she asks and points to the truck" yea I have a flat tire and some radiator problems, but I can fix the radiator some other day I just need a new tire" I smile and sigh alittle frustrated and look at her and she smiles and nods" well leave it there and I'll get one of the guys to pull it in" she smiles and lights a cigarette blowing the smoke up" so where you moving to" she asks looking at the truck" you look packed up are you staying or leaving here "' she laughs and I chuckle ' well I'm moving here it seems like because I told myself anything far away and wherever the car takes me .. I just needed a change needed to start a life for me and no one else ans most important I had to get away from my controlling piece of shit father " I sigh lighting my own cigarette " I don't have alot of money but I'm gonna do whatever I can and whatever I need to so I never go back.. unless it's to see my mom and brother of course but not for him" I sigh qnd blow some smoke up" come inside I'll have tje guys pull it in anf we can keep talking"' she puts her cigarette out and walks handing the keys to a mechanic "" have a seat it will be at least an hour since they're finishing up a car" she smiles and puts her glasses on " my names Gemma by the way' she shakes my hand and I smile ' I'm Louise Quinn" I smile softly and ait next to her on the couch " so is this a biker club and mechanic garage ' I smile looking around bouncing my leg nervous and picking at my fingers " I love bikes I had one rode alot and worked on alot wirh my grandpa till collage " I smile and keep rambling and she smiles "so you know how to work on bikes then and cars if you need to" she asks curious and I nod bouncing my leg and looking around more " do you know how to bartend ' she asks ans starts writing and I don't really think much of it and I nod smiling" that was actually my last job while I was in culinary school " I smile qnd sigh putting my cigarette out " quit both and now I'm here so I guess I can pretty much do anything I've had almost every job " I sigh and light another cigarette so nervous and worried " sorry I'm talking to much you're trying to work I'll be quite thank you again " I smile and pick at my nails looking around ad I smoke and she smiles' Here" she hands me a mechanic shirt and name tag that reads Lou " don't say anything " she shakes her head' just helping put one of the many misfits ' she smiles " you'll Also be working the bar in the clubhouse on weekends " she smiles ans stands up walking past me " follow me ill show you around the clubhouse ' she smiles and leads me through the parking lot through the door smiling and showing me around as I try to ignore all the eyes on me and she smiles " this is the bar and the girls as well as the club will help you get into the swing of things ' she smiles and hands me a key" your rooms in the back next to the room with Chibs on the door"' she smiles ' he'll be the one training you in the garage as well so if you need anything go to him or one of the girls he's one of the best guys " she smirks" handsome too" she whispers " I'm sure he'll like his new neighbor " she teasases and I laugh shaking my head "' all of this is enough I'm not wanting a blind date just yet ' I laugh and unlock the door " I'll save that for my next crisis "' I laugh joking and hug her" thank-you so much Gemma"' I smile " I will find some way to repay you and soon"' I smile and she nods and smiles ' just get settled next week is your big week"' she smiles leaving me alone in the room..

SUNDAY MORNING:

Getting ready i hear a knock on the door through my music and open the door seeing Gemma " Hi I'm sorry I'm running late " I ramble running around crazily' alarm didn't go off and thay was my fault because I never plugged it in" you sigh and huff growling alittle annoyed" slow down it's ok I'm just telling you the guys just got here and I was gonna introduce you to Chibs and the guys and maybe get to see how you like chibs while he shows you around the garage ' she sits on my bed and smiles " so you always dress like this I like it" she watches me slip my platform boots on and my Harley Davidson cropped mechanic shirt over my sports bra" yea I can now that I don't see my fucking dick of a dad everyday' I sigh " thank you I've always loved dressing different and like how I dreamed of living " I giggle and smile so big" I like it too and the boys will love it ' she winks" Chibs especially " she smirks " oh yea sorry no boys yet "she jokes and shakes her head" ok I'm ready but not for this date you clearly are pushing for " I laugh and walk out and see a bunch of guys and my jaw drops blushing and looking around nervously as they walk in and I wave so shy and blush because they're all staring at me and I look baxk and Gemma and point" chibs this is Louise the new girl I told you about' she smirks proud and I blush more starinf at him and he stares and looks me up and down making me cover myself with my arms and blush more" Hi I'm Louise" I hold out my hand and chibs smirks and lowers his glasses looking up from them and he kisses my hand and I pull aqay shy giggling and blushing more and the guys start whistling and clapping " Chibs putting the moves on her already " thwy all laugh and Gemma rolls her eyes hushing the guys " Gemma said you would show me around the garage and help me move in since I'm next door to your room" I smile and slide my hands in my pockets " Lass I will show you anything you want " he smirks and his voice is thick and Scottish making me blush and bite my lip looking at him" lll show you my room now "' he winks and looks me up and down again walking behind me waiting for me to follow and I chuckle " I said you would show mw the garage " I laugh" I don't think you work on bikes in your room now do you" I smirk and turn around facing him" if you do I didn't sign up to be your special room worker ' I smirk " I'm not that kind of girl not yet you don't know me yet " I flirt and walk out to the garage and they all whistle again and chibs stumbles over his words as I walk out and I chuckle lookin back seeing him running after me " oh good you know where the real garage is don't you scottish prince" I tease and chuckle " does that line usually work on the ladies " I tease more opening the garage door... he chuckles and smirks takinf his glasses off and hanging them from his vest " did you really think that line was gonna work on me " I smirk and chuckle " does it normally work' I tease and walk around lookiny at all the tools and chibs leans back on the work bench qnd smirks " usually works on all the pretty girls "' he winks and I laugh " I'm not that easy and thay was way to cheesy to work on me " I laugj qnd bite my lip" you can keep trying though maybe I'll surprise you" I smirk and pause " never know what will happen neighbor " I walk away and listen to him stumble over his words and just fo back to talkinf about tools and I giggle abs follow him desperately trying not to get weak in the knees hearing him talk and watching his hands ans arms in thay vest and I bite my lip and smile at him so innocent and shy teasing and flirting just enough" im listening " i mumble and see him adjust himself as he walks past and i giggle and catch someone out the corner of my eye staring and I wave and chibs sees me eyeing a prospect and steps back infront of me smirking " Lass are you listening' he teases and smirks " thays not the tool I'm talking about " he points to the prospect who's walking into the club house

I smirk and giggle biting my lip" don't go getting jealous chibby I like big strong real men" I rub and squeeze his arm as I talk and look him up and down' I might not be thay girl but I like to have fun and play with the boys " I gigfle and smirk winking " how about we finish this Monday I'll be on my best behavior I promise " I run my finger down his chest and smike up so innocent and sweet" I'll be a better listener then I promise handsome " I wink and walk past him walking away sexy so he stares and I look back " see ya round neighbor" I wave and walk right up to the prospect who's holding the door for me .." I'm in big trouble " I mumble to myself blushing anf fanning myself walking to my room...

#chibs telford #filip chibs telford #chibs sons of anarchy #tommy flanagan #soa chibs #chibs smut #chibs imagine #chibs telford smut #chibs x reader #chibs × plus size reader #jealous chibs #Francesca Fic

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