#I may rest easy now 😌

[lmelodie]

FINALLY, a doodle dump. The next one after this is also nearly done so there might be two in a row eventually lol. Here's the word vomit:

DUNAAA!! I fucking love her you guys. Fun fact! She's one of two of my own characters that actually has a tragic backstory (the other being Chimera 👀). I don't have all the proper details ironed out, but she's had a rough go of it in the past.

TAKE THE SHOT DUNA! SNIPE HIS ASS! I used the best reference image of an old lady with a gun for that one because it SCREAMS Duna 100%

I doodled a silly little thing when the weather earlier in the month was MAJORLY fucking around. Warm and sunny one minute, then snowing then TORNADOS then HAIL THE SIZE OF SOFTBALLS! These fuckers were definitely having it out that day, sometimes the seasonal transitions are not very smooth lol.

Father Time often sees a lot of similarities between the four seasons from when they were both young, deja vu of sorts. I have a fucking itty-bitty draft of Mother Nature's past and how she and Father Time met that I wanna get back to at some point.

Because Father Time cares for both of these bitches SO MUCH. He gives Jack a bit of tough love but he cares about him because Terra cares about him and just THEM. ALL THREE OF THEM, ACK MY HEART.

They are JUDGING YOU, PEASANT! Out of their way, climate specialist coming through!

Swap AU is essentially what if Kills and Jack swap places in the story and personalities a little bit. Killian being the one who wants to take over Christmas and Jack being more a trickstery winter sprite, more akin to his IRL mythos.

I do also have an idea for a one shot where Jack and Lucy are thrown into different timelines and eras with some fucked up time magic and they do end up meeting this version of Kills! He is less than pleased to meet them :)

(I kinda want it to also be an integration with Ghost Sighting, because that would just add extra cool points I'd like to think)

(I also want them to go back to cowboy times because more cowboy au is top tier)

[calccite]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝

a/n: This took a while to write, sorry for procrastinating. Got a bit too silly :(( tw: 18+ mentions of b*ners and h*rniness, and implications of s*x ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗˢ: ᵒʲᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵃⁿᵏᵉⁿ ᵏᵘⁿ

Harvey 🩺

Harvey would be hesitant to ask if you're down to have sex, but whenever he's in the mood usually he tries to act like everything is fine. But really, he can't help but have his touch linger than you longer than usual 🤭, and he really is TRYING his best to remain respectful for you. 🥺 It's also easy to catch him staring at you as he bites his lips anxiously or how he fumbles slightly with his words when you're speaking with him, it's also not that easy to miss the way he faces his pants away from you. You can still catch the sight of that suspicious bump in his trousers 😚... Despite the ache in his pants, he's not going to ask you to do something about it though! Since you've probably been busy with the hard work managing the farm,,, He doesn't want to bother you about it, unless you do like to bother with it. :))

Elliot ✒️

Only at seldom times does Elliott ever get into the mood, so there's hardly ever any time for him to ask for sex and stuff. But usually after his book tours or when you've been busy with whatever tasks you've taken up--Or had a long mining trip at Calico (They should add elevators ngl), he misses you a lot. 🥺 So when he feels deprived of you, Elliott is particularly very affectionate with you. Whether you're cooking and preparing dishes in the kitchen, watching tv on your big couch, or just about to sleep, expect to feel a pair of arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles himself into the back of your shoulders.  😌 (He's not subtle about it either). He'll sometimes ask if you'd be willing, he may outright tell you that he "yearns" or "wants you". As he kisses the back of your neck, eyelashes fluttering up to look at you almost pleadingly, would you really say no to that face?

Shane 🐥

It's hard to say how often Shane gets horny, since he used to get a case of whiskey dick before he met you, but now that he has you, he has cut back on the alcohol, since he wants to live long enough and grow old with you. Back on topic, it really depends on how far you are in your guy's relationship. Early on, he feels like it's unreal that you chose him of all people in Pelican Town, so whenever he does get in the mood, he doesn't want to burden you with something as troublesome as dealing with him. :( Whenever he does get the small courage to ask, he suddenly backs out. "Hey, is it okay if-- Nevermind. Forget I asked." is what you're mostly met with as he walks past you, ashamed. ☹️ But if you've been together for a while (or married), he does open up more about it. Whenever you two are just laying side by side in bed, he just thinks you're so pretty then suddenly he's got a boner! He would just hold your hand and gaze at you, waiting patiently. "If you want to of course." He would mumble, "It's not like you have to if you don't really feel like it." Well maybe you do. 😊

Sebastian 🐸

Sebastian's sex drive is kinda low, so it's very rare for him to get horny. But whenever he is? He's noticeably a lot more touchy and even clingy. Sebastian would be the one initiating physical affection with you. You two are lying in bed together? He has an arm wrapped around you, spooning. Oh you guys are playing on console together? You're now playing overcooked sat on his lap! He's busy coding? His hand is resting on your thigh "to feel less anxious". Even if you're not always glued to the hip, he always finds a way to be near you. If you're cooking, he's sitting by the table, softly smiling at you. But when you're in public and he's in the mood? This boy is a MENACE. 😭 He'd innocently whisper the things he is imagining about you in your ear before pulling away with a cheeky grin as if nothing happened. Sebastian would mention he needs to go home, before not so subtly letting you know that you can come with. With the way he's now smiling oh so sweetly! Maybe you are gonna get back at him for that.

Sam 🎸

With this boy? You already know he's constantly dtf 🙄, he doesn't even need to outright say it. Sam's already clinging onto you the second he sees you, any second he's humping against your leg like a dog in heat! Especially when he gives you this face. -> 🥺 "So..." He'd always start off before following up with a "Can we fuck?... Please?" Sam might add in a whine too if he begged. Though of course he won't force you if you're uncomfortable and not in the mood; He'd usually take care of himself in the bathroom. But if you are in the mood and down to fuck.. Sam would be over the moon! He would be so happy and excited, kissing and touching you all over. Though your legs won't be happy either the next day.

Alex 🏈

Out of all the bachelors, Alex would be the shyest when it comes to being horny. His first instinct the moment he gets a boner around you is to avoid physical touch all together, he wants to be respectful with you is all..🥺 Dude won't let you sit on his lap, kiss him, or anything that involves you pressing your body against his and he refuses to let you touch him! You'd know immediately when you straddle his lap, and when you lean close, you can hear this boy WHIMPER. 😩 Alex is trying his best to be a gentleman, but when his fingers are practically digging into your waist, he is holding back SO much. He would rest his head against your shoulder, filling the room with his sounds. Alex would be PLEADING "Please-- please please can I touch you?" but he patiently tries to waits for you " That's probably enough teasing this poor guy don't you think? (I should probably write a scenario of this ngl)

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[lunicho]

Here r my thoughts !! I hope they’re ok bc I’m really sleepy rn so idk if they make sense lololll

K: def a dom

- like I CANT see him as a sub

- If u try to make him submissive he’ll just mock u n make fun of the things u say when ur with him

- You: “Stop making fun of me”

- K: “I thought this was normal sub behavior 😋😋”

Fuma: soft dom

- likes taking care of you n worries about ur pleasure first

- If u want to be the dominant one he doesn’t mind and let’s u

- Subby Fuma tho…mmm tastyyy

- a soft dom but can be a mean one if he’s feeling extra possessive

Nico: switch (or is it called vers? Like versatile? I forgot 😟)

- a little controversial(/j) but I’ll d!e on this hill

- He tries to be the dominant one all the time but if he goes more than 2 days without ur pussy he’s on his knees begging for you and is at your mercy

- He just wants to be good to you so he’ll want to be in control but every now and again he wants to be taken care of and have you make him feel so good

EJ: service top with a sprinkle of sub

- As much as I love subby Juju and making him tear up I see him more as a service top but the subby parts of him comes out and he ends up falling apart bc u feel so good around him when he was supposed to put you first

- I looooooveeee service top juju

Yuma: MEAN DOMMMMM

- he is MEAN

- He makes FUN OF YOU

- But the dick is so good you’ll only go to him (so basically the mean dom Yuma you always talk about LOL)

- He’s actually not mean which is the funny part 😭 when y’all aren’t having sex he’s so chill and easy to hang out with 😭 he just likes seeing you cry and whimper as he fucks you and calling you names is the fastest way to do it LOL

- I KNOW the jealous sex is so good bc he gets jealous and possessive so easily so if another man tries to make a move on you he is FUMING and he needs to fuck you as fast as possible

Jo: sub

- pov: ur at the “I love sub!Jo” contest and ur opponent is me 😋😋😋😋

- Sub!Jo is so beautiful in my mind like him just laying down while i have my mouth on him PLEASEEE

- He likes it when you praise him omfg praise kink Jo 😵‍💫 but that’s for another time

- Tbh I see him as the type of guy that’ll do anything for you so you can praise him

Harua: switch

- as you know I’m a switch!Harua truther

- This section won’t be long since I already talked about it it

- But bratty sub Harua 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- Sassy dom Harua who knows how to control you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Taki: switch but u HAVE to hear me out

- every time I think of Taki most of the time it’s just pretty shiny sub Taki who wants all of your attention on him

- The type to D!E if you don’t take care of him and his raging boner /j

- Whines a lot 😵‍💫

- BUT LISTEN

- Recently…him and his “morality police” bit where he’s (playfully) telling the members to cover up and not wear revealing outfits

- Makes me think of mean dom Taki 😵‍💫 where you wear revealing and skimpy outfits to mess with him and he fucks you harddddd bc he knows you’re just trying to get his attention and to rile him up

Overall I also think that they’re all really possessive with the exception of Jo but those thoughts haven’t marinated long enough in my brain yet 😙

-😵‍💫

HOPE U GOT SOME REST BOO THANG, u came and u served and now its time for u to get the rest u so rightfully deserve bc this right here ‼️‼️

kei - okay so i do agree, he most often takes on a dominant role just because he enjoys it and it comes so naturally for him. BUT i had a convo with one of my moots (shout out mel 🙏🏾) where we explored the idea of subby kei and i think he's in there somewhere. he has the potential to be submissive but may not know how to go about it or how to commit to that fully which is why he'd rather be all snappy and mean and mock u about it and in other words that's why he kinda acts like a brat 🤷🏾‍♀️. but dom kei is so so real there's no denying that ☝🏾😌

fuma - YES. everyone who read my fuma a-z knows i agree cuz like duh, he's so soft dom to me but he has a love for being the submissive one. he may not be THE MOST submissive guy out there but being under u and being doted on is something he enjoys thoroughly. but yeah like u said ur his baby and his top priority so he loves taking care of u <3 subby fuma is incredibly delicious to think about if im so fr like idk

nico - i giggled. SWITCH NICHO IS SO REAL TO ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. ppl are too scared to play around with the idea of subby nicho but COME ONNNN u can't tell me this man wouldn't look and sound so good when he's getting edged and ur sucking him off or jerking him off or riding him like i can hear it so clearly in my mind how he'd suck in a breath thru his teeth and how he'll grunt and groan sm and how- yeah. also pussy obsessed nicho?? hello??? him not being able to be without pussy is so true i could say sm abt that but imma move on for everyone sake

juju - the way when i read his section the first time i went "NOOOOOO" but then i read it again and was like,,, oh wait kinda true tho. he leans so subby cuz of how well he listens and how obedient he is. he'll let u use him and grind against his face/ride his face, he'll let u pull his hair and get yourself off using his tongue like 😞. he's a service top cuz he likes making u feel good but i will never deny sub juju. i will never deny how pathetically hard he gets sometimes and how he Will tear up in front of u quicker than either of u could even process 😞

yuma - EXACTLY LMAOHSJS he's not actually mean or crazy at all like he is during sex which is what makes it hotter cuz he's so versatile. i do think that he can change up a lot and he can be soft and sweet at times too but he's just a rough sex enjoyer what can i say 🤷🏾‍♀️. i do wish ppl would fuck around with the idea of sub yuma more tho cuz i need people to feed me those thoughts like i wanna hear what ppl say so bad 😞 (teamies dom, sub, switch analysis but it's just me wanting people to explore the idea of sub teamies) AND THE JEALOUS SEX?? big yes he's sooo jealous and possessive sometimes like it's crazy 💔

jo - ?!?!?!?!?! $! $;! #;#;#? +#(#) #+#-(# like what like ?!?! $? ;$? $+($-# and why have u never come to my inbox abt sub jo?? didn't even know this was an agenda u had wtf??? LITERALLY okay. okay. let me control myself. i see him as a sub as well and i see him as the type who's a little naive but not necessarily in a bad way. he's just the type to follow you so blindly just bc ur his partner and he wants to do anything to please you so he can be ur good boy 😞 i could see the dom jo agenda but it's smth abt sub jo that feels so true to him 😞 he's so cute ugh

harua - yes 😞 i am aware of your switch rua agenda 🙏🏾 and honestly i think it's quite accurate i just cannot fully process harua as a dom like it just won't register in my mind so i always just think of him as a sub. and i always feel like he's not really like a brat he's just kinda moody and super needy and if he ever is bratty it's cuz of him acting up for your attention 😞

taki - ??!?!?!!!!! $;! $:$? $($(($$ okay so?!?!? fuck i literally agree like FUCKK 😭 taki can be so submissive to the point where if u told him to get on all fours and bark then he fucking would. this man will do anything for some pussy like im being so fr. he just might fall over and die if u haven't made him cum in a little while cuz he's like erm hello??? but he's such a good sub like genuinely 😞 but as a dom?? 😵‍💫😵‍💫 can't even properly process the thoughts that are happening in my mind but i just know he's rough and mean like u said, a little controlling too if im so so honest with u ohhh em geeeee. like maybe he only rlly doms on specific occasions or like maybe u both just switch often cuz i could see him needing someone who's willing to switch up regularly depending on your moods yk? (FUCK HOW'D THIS PARAGRAPH GET SO LONG??? i feel like i didn't even say anything 😭)

[wholoveseggs]

Hey lovely, today request from me🥰

I got struck on an idea where reader tried to dominate Elijah but always fail so, she get Klaus help with some magical witchy rope or something to subdue him, which was successful.

Tho here's the thing, reader is inexperienced in doing something like that and not prepped enough to take him, cuz y'know Elijah is big.. hehehe😌🤭so she started tear up, and ask for his help. Elijah being a smug he is punish her happily after...can you added a sprinkle of daddy kink and overstimulation, pretty puh-lease with the cherry on top🙏🥺

Oh btw your story always superb 🤩 😁

Bindings

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

You ask Davina for help with creating something to tie up Elijah... only for you to get in way over your head. Luckily, he is in a forgiving mood.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon! I decided to change it from Klaus to Davina, because I just can't see Klaus being okay with you essentially making a weapon against his family... Even if the reason behind it is just for some kinky fun ♡♡

4.9k words - Warnings: smut, *magical* bondage, dom!elijah, daddy!kink, spanking, choking, sex toys and a whole lotta praise...

You sat in Davina's greenhouse, looking around at all the various plants and flowers the young witch had collected. You had asked Davina to meet up with you to help with a problem, one that was a bit awkward to even say out loud, but you knew that she of all people would understand.

You watched her browse through her books, trying to find the spell you had requested. After a few moments, Davina had found the page and started gathering the items needed.

"Davina?" you said.

She looked up from the table and gave you a curious look. "Yeah?"

"You don't think this is a little crazy? I mean, it's a bit of a long shot."

Davina smiled. "Not at all. I may have.... tried it myself... with Kol," she replied, looking away with a light blush.

Your eyes went wide. "Oh, my God. It worked?"

She shrugged trying to appear cool, but her mischievous grin gave away her answer. You smiled back and the two of you quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles.

After the laughter had calmed down, you looked at her questioningly. "So, how does it work?"

Davina took a seat on the couch next to you and showed you the spell she had found.

"The basic binding is actually quite simple, it's the ingredients that are tricky," she explained, "luckily I have white oak ash, and the rest should be easy to find."

You nodded and listened intently as Davina read through the list of ingredients and their uses. She began by grinding the herbs and mixing them in a bowl, followed by the white oak ash.

Once the mixture was complete, Davina took a long silk rope that you had provided and dipped it in the bowl. She held the rope above the bowl, letting the excess liquid drip off as she chanted the incantation.

"Done," Davina announced, handing you the now-dry rope. "It will keep him bound and unable to break free. You can use it any way you'd like." She grinned, giving you a knowing look.

You couldn't believe how easy it had been, that you were so close to fulfilling a long-held fantasy of yours. "Thank you, Davina. You're the best," you said, pulling her into a hug.

She hugged you back, giggling as she pulled away. "One more thing, if you need to break the spell, just say 'confractus' and it will untie itself,"

You nodded, thanking her again before making your way home, the rope clutched tightly in your hand.

It was the most expensive piece of clothing you had ever purchased. It wasn't even something you could wear outside your bedroom, but damn, did it make you feel sexy.

The lingerie was a red, sheer babydoll dress with black lace trim, and it was paired with a matching thong and stockings. You had never worn anything so revealing before, but you knew Elijah would like it, and that was all that mattered.

You wanted to get him all worked up, break down the gentleman facade, make him want you so badly that he would do whatever you asked. You had been waiting for the right moment to try the rope Davina had created, and you were certain that tonight was the night.

You pulled a robe over your outfit, concealing it until the right moment. Then you sat back on your bed and texted Elijah.

"Are you free tonight?"

A few moments later, your phone vibrated.

"For you, always."

You grinned and quickly replied, "Come over."

He sent a thumbs up, and you tossed your phone aside, your nerves kept you from sitting still, and you spent the next ten minutes pacing anxiously around the room. When you finally heard a knock on the door, you jumped, startled by the sound. You took a deep breath and walked to the front of your apartment.

When you opened the door, you were greeted by a sight that made your mouth water. Elijah was dressed casually, in just a t-shirt and jeans, it was a rare sight, and one that had you practically drooling.

You stood there in silence for a moment, taking in the sight of him, until he cleared his throat and asked, "Can I come in?"

"Yes, sorry. Come in." You stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You let yourself melt into him, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

"What's this for?" You asked, teasingly tugging on his t-shirt, your hands roaming across his broad chest. "Has your dry-cleaner gone and quit on you?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "I figured we would just have a quiet night in. No need for the formalities."

You nodded, your hands traveling down to his waist. You felt his body tense slightly when your fingers began to dance along the bare skin under the hem of his shirt.

"Well, I have a surprise for you," you said, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He raised an eyebrow and gave you a curious look. "A surprise? Well, now I'm intrigued."

You laughed and grabbed his hand, leading him to your bedroom. Once inside, you turned and faced him, taking a deep breath before you began to untie your robe. But then you stopped, looking at him with a naughty smirk.

"Take off your shirt," you ordered, your voice suddenly more confident.

He looked surprised by your words, but quickly obliged, pulling the t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

"Hmmm," you smiled as your eyes traveled down his body, appreciating his toned abs and muscular arms, lingering on where a trail of dark hair disappeared into his jeans. "Now the pants."

You watched as his hands moved to unbutton his jeans. He kept his gaze locked on you, his dark eyes filled with lust. Once the pants were undone, he slowly pushed them down, revealing his black boxer briefs and the outline of his half-hard cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight, but you knew this was just the beginning. As much as you wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him senseless, you had a plan, and you were determined to stick to it.

"Get on the bed," you commanded, gesturing to the large mattress behind him.

He climbed onto the bed, sitting back against the pillows and watching you with curiosity. You untied the belt of your robe and let it fall open, revealing the sheer lingerie underneath.

Elijah's jaw dropped, his eyes widening as they traveled over your body.

"Do you like it?" You asked, teasingly running a finger along the edge of the lace trim.

He nodded, unable to speak, his cock already fully hard and straining against his underwear.

"Good, because I want you to do something for me," you said, your voice low and husky.

He nodded again, his gaze fixed on you.

"Take off your underwear and stroke your cock."

You watched him pull his boxer briefs down and wrap his large hand around his thick shaft, slowly stroking himself.

The sight of him pleasuring himself made your own arousal grow. You let your robe drop to the floor and climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs.

He groaned, his eyes never leaving your body as he continued stroking his cock.

"Darling, you are a vision," he breathed, his voice deep and raspy with desire.

You felt heat pooling between your legs, your nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of your lingerie.

You leaned in and kissed him, your tongues battling for dominance as you moaned into his mouth. His other hand came up to grab your ass, pulling you closer.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes dark with lust.

"Touch yourself," he growled, his lips brushing against yours.

"No," you smirked, "I have something else in mind."

You reached over and picked up the rope, which you had placed within reach on the nightstand. You watched his eyes widen, his hand stopping its movements as he stared at the rope.

"Do you want me to tie you up?" He grinned, his hand starting to stroke his cock again.

"I have something else in mind," you repeated.

Elijah raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

"Hands up," you commanded, leaning back slightly to give him space.

He paused for a moment before lifting his arms above his head, resting them on the pillow behind him.

You brought the rope over his wrists, looping it around and tying them together. He chuckled, his eyes darkening as he realized what you were doing.

"I never took you for a bondage girl, darling."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," you replied, your tone playful as you pulled the rope tighter.

"Unfortunately I don't think this silk rope will hold me," he said, smirking as he tugged at the restraints.

You ignored him, continuing to tie his wrists to the headboard. Once you were satisfied with the knots, you sat back and admired your work, enjoying the way he looked helpless and at your mercy.

"Oh yeah?" You questioned, trailing a finger down his chest and abs, watching him shiver.

You slowly shrugged off one of the straps of your babydoll, letting the top slide down, exposing one breast.

His eyes fixated on your bare chest, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Mmmm," you hummed, rolling the hard bud between your fingers, teasing him. Then you did the same with the other strap, pushing the top down until your breasts were completely exposed.

Elijah let out a low moan, his cock twitching against his stomach.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his eyes burning with desire.

"Do you want to touch them daddy?" You cooed, running your hands up and down your breasts.

"Yes," he hissed, his hips bucking up involuntarily.

"Go ahead, tear the rope and touch me."

"Gladly."

He tugged at the rope, once, twice, three times. It didn't budge, much to his surprise.

"How the..." he started to say, looking up at the knotted rope.

"It's just a bit of magic," you smirked, your confidence growing as you watched him struggle.

You knew the ropes wouldn't hold him forever, but you planned on making the most of the time they did.

"Now, where were we?" You leaned forward, bringing your breasts close to his face.

He craned his neck up, trying to capture one of your nipples with his mouth, but you pulled away, denying him.

"Uh uh," you scolded, "You can look, but no touching."

You moved forward again, brushing your breast against his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth, trying to suck on the hardened peak, but you kept it just out of reach.

"I will be free soon enough, little one," he growled, his eyes locking onto yours, "and when I am, you're going to be punished for teasing me."

His words sent a thrill through you, but you remained calm, refusing to show him any signs of weakness.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do, daddy?" You asked, taunting him as you rolled your hips, your wetness coating his skin.

He groaned at the sensation, his dark, lust-filled eyes watched as you began to touch his body, teasing and tormenting him.

You raked your nails down his chest and abs, earning a hiss of pleasure. You licked a hot stripe up his neck, biting his earlobe before moving to his lips. You kissed him roughly, your teeth grazing his lower lip, and he moaned, deepening the kiss.

Your hand went to his cock, stroking it slowly as he tried to buck his hips into your touch. You pulled back, smirking at him.

"You're not going to come until I say you can, understood?"

"Yes, my dear," he breathed, his eyes closing in pleasure as you tightened your grip on his shaft.

"Good boy."

You kissed him again, your tongues dancing together as you pumped his cock. He moaned into your mouth, his hips thrusting upwards, desperate for release.

You broke the kiss, looking down at him with a smirk. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to have him.

You positioned yourself over his throbbing member, lining him up with your entrance. You felt a flash of nervousness, not knowing how well you would be able to take him, but the excitement overrode the anxiety.

You lowered yourself down slowly, his thick cock stretching you open, filling you inch by inch.

"Fuck, Elijah," you moaned, burying your face into the crook of his neck, the feeling of him buried so deep, making your legs shake.

He hummed, his biceps straining against the rope as he struggled to break free. You placed your hands on his chest, using him as leverage as you began to ride him.

You knew right away that you were in trouble. Usually Elijah would take the lead, getting you all wet and worked up, he always took his time, and the pleasure he brought was slow and delicious.

But this, being on top and having all the control, was something you hadn't experienced before. It was intense, and you weren't sure if you could handle it.

Your thighs were burning as you lifted yourself up and down, but you were determined to keep going. Your eyes met his and the sight of his pupils blown wide with desire was enough encouragement for you to continue.

You rode him faster, your breath coming in short gasps. You were getting close, so close, but it was somehow all too much and not enough. You didn't think it would be this much work, and you could feel your energy waning.

It was a terrible feeling, finally getting what you wanted and being disappointed by it. You had been so confident, but now your thighs were burning and you were struggling to keep up a steady rhythm.

You looked at the ropes, seeing that they were still secure. There was no way you would be able to finish this yourself. You were going to need help.

"Eli," you whimpered, your nails digging into his chest.

"Yes, my dear," he groaned.

"I-I'm not sure... If I can keep going," you admitted, panting as you struggled to continue, a frustrated tear rolling down your cheek.

"Well, I'm still quite enjoying myself. You look absolutely exquisite like this," he teased, his eyes roaming your body.

"Elijah," you whined, "please. I-I can't."

He gave you a knowing smirk. "If you can't keep up, maybe I should be the one in charge."

"Please," you begged, your face flushing as the humiliation of being denied what you wanted so badly washed over you.

"You created this problem for yourself, little one," he reminded, "but luckily, I'm in a giving mood."

You nodded, grateful that he was willing to help you, even if he did enjoy teasing you about it. You reached up and undid the knots, releasing his hands from their restraints.

As soon as his hands were free, Elijah gripped your hips, flipping you over so he was on top. You yelped in surprise, the sudden change in position leaving you breathless.

"You are such a good girl," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "So eager to please."

He kissed you hungrily, his hands exploring your body, his fingers tugging at the hem of your lingerie.

"And this," he murmured against your lips, "is very pretty. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to tear it."

Before you could protest, he ripped the babydoll in half, exposing your entire body to him. He tossed the torn fabric aside, his dark eyes roaming your naked form.

"But it was expensive," you half-protested, even though you were throbbing at the gesture of dominance and disregard.

He growled and pinched your nipple, earning a sharp gasp, then he soothed it with a swirl of his tongue, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"How much did that little magical rope cost you?"

You shuddered, already realizing this was the price you had to pay. You knew he would punish you for this stunt and it turned you on more.

"N-nothing, it was a favor from a friend," you muttered.

He didn't like the vagueness of your answer and took the rope and tied it around your wrists as he started kissing you again, your tongue clashing with his, while his large hand roamed your body, tweaking your nipples, earning a soft moan, and then traveling down south, running his fingertips along your skin, teasing and tickling you softly.

"You are going to do exactly as I say now, understood?" he mumbled against your skin.

"Y-Yes, Daddy," you whined, already desperately bucking against his hand.

Elijah released you, flipping you onto your stomach and dragging you to the head of the bed, tying the rope to the headboard so your arms are stretched high over your head. You were on your knees, and completely under his power.

You heard him rummaging around in his dresser and your heart began beating quickly from nervousness and excitement.

He kissed the back of your neck, the heat of his body warming you, and causing goosebumps to cover your skin. The smell of his cologne wrapped around you and you instinctively arched into his embrace.

"My sweet pet, are you ready to be punished?" he asked as he held one of his ties in front of your face, "Do you have a safe word?"

Your mind raced as he put the tie over your eyes. You quickly selected a word, just in case you needed it, though you sincerely doubted that would happen. Even when he was dominant like this, he always put your pleasure first, but you wanted him to believe you were scared.

"Coffee."

"Excellent," he replied as the smooth fabric was tied tightly around your head.

You tried to lean forward but couldn't move an inch with the rope around your wrists. This rope has successfully restrained Elijah, there was no way you were getting free until he cut you loose.

"I must say… that magic rope is quite a dangerous weapon, a threat to my family." He whispered against your ear, a hint of danger in his voice, sending an excited tingle through you.

You suddenly felt his strong hand wrap tightly around your neck. He wasn't squeezing yet but he was definitely letting you know who's in charge.

"You and I both know how I handle threats to my family," he said, pressing a kiss against your neck.

A moan escaped your lips and you could hear him chuckle. You were so wound up, you weren't sure how long you could take this.

"Stay quiet," Elijah commanded.

As if in punishment, he withdrew his hand from your throat, and you almost immediately missed the feeling of his warm hand against you. A sudden slap to your ass made your body jolt.

It burned from the force of it, his large, powerful palm practically covering your entire cheek. Every sensation was heightened by the tie around your eyes and you felt your whole body heating up, your blood rushing in anticipation of what was to come.

He hit you again, on the same cheek, harder than the last time. The sound of his hand hitting your flesh seemed to fill the room. Tears pooled in your covered eyes, the burning sensation making your body hum in pleasure, mixed with a bit of pain.

You weren't sure if you could handle one more of his heavy-handed swats. Your arms hurt from being pulled high above your head, and your wrists were already chafing.

You heard him reach into your night stand, searching for something that would bring you a different kind of pain. He found what he was looking for, trailing it down your spine. It was cold and smooth, and it made your stomach drop when you realized what it was.

"Eli- wait," you protested, none of this night was going to plan, but this? You had fantasized about it, sure, but this was-

Your mind went blank when he pushed it inside you, and without mercy, he switched it on. It buzzed to life and the sudden onslaught of the vibrations made your legs shake uncontrollably, your wrists burning slightly as you pulled on them.

It was like you were filled with electricity. And the noises you were making? They were a mix of moans and pleas for release, your body already nearing its limit.

His hand was gone, no more spanking and yet- the buzzing didn't stop, you had no release in sight and that's when you realized your mistake. He wasn't going to let you finish, the intention to drive you near your peak only to take you back down.

It was torture.

And you were absolutely loving it.

The minutes seem to tick by, maybe hours. Who knows anymore. All you're aware of is your trembling thighs, sweat glistening your back and your voice, cracking slightly as you scream and moan, writhing at the touch of his hand, then the hard buzzing once again.

"Hmm, we've never tried this setting before," he mused.

"Please Eli-"

He increased the intensity, a loud buzz echoing the room, and a series of vulgar curses escaping your lips, making him laugh.

The vibrator inside you was now pulsing at a rapid pace, the pleasure blinding, building, and there's nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable.

"Don't you dare come," he ordered.

"I can't-" you began, already starting to crumble under his control.

He gave the end of the vibrator a small twist and it hit a new spot that was pure euphoria. You tried to hold on, but it was impossible, your vision went white as an orgasm rocked through you, stealing your breath away, and all of the pent up tension that was burning in the depths of your core.

You let out an ecstasy-laced scream, every fiber in you igniting, every nerve firing at once as an immense surge of pleasure washed through your trembling body, shaking you to the core.

In that moment there was only bliss. The kind of sweet bliss that washes over your exhausted form, turning your limbs to rubber and melting your insides.

Your wrists ached, and you expected Elijah to untie you, but he had gone perfectly still behind you. Your heart began to race, suddenly filled with worry about whether he had become angered by your release. You honestly couldn't undergo another round of his erotic torture and live through it.

The silence and inaction was far worse than any punishment and you felt fear creep up your neck. Suddenly the vibrator turned back on at the max setting and his hand came down hard on your ass once again, leaving it stinging and burning, and tears brimming your lids, even as your body reacted with arousal.

You weren't even sure if your wrists could survive another round and it didn't help that the orgasm had made you sensitive to the point of numbness, but you can already feel your legs shaking, threatening to buckle underneath your exhausted form.

"Daddy, please I can't. I'll pass-" you started, the warning cut off with another slap.

You couldn't do it anymore, your wrists hurt more than the spanking. You remembered Davina had said that the rope could be undone with one word from you. Just as another spank was about to rain down, you rasped out 'confractus' and the rope fell off your wrists. You didn't waste a second, the moment you felt your hands free, you were tugging the blindfold down and pulling the vibrator out of you, tossing it across the bed and collapsing.

Elijah looked a bit shocked by your sudden escape, but that didn't stop him. With you no longer held in the bindings, he took it as another reason to keep punishing you and he grabbed your hips and pulled you underneath him.

His eyes were hard and wild, almost black, and his lips were curled up in a delicious smirk as he locked eyes with yours. The blindfold was held tight against your neck with one hand, keeping the pressure just enough to cause slight discomfort.

But then his eyes flicked to your wrists and the damage that had been done. The burns were deep, almost red and his demeanor changed instantly. His expression went soft, filled with remorse, but his dark, lust-filled eyes didn't change, still heated and primal, and needing release.

"I sometimes forget how delicate you are," he said softly, taking one of your wrists into his hand and giving a gentle kiss.

You flinched a little from the sting of it, watching his apology fill his eyes. You knew his guilt and self loathing was about to start, but before he could pull away, you reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and smashed your lips against his.

"I love when you get like this Eli," you admitted as the kiss broke, "Punishing me, fucking me, owning me. So don't start beating yourself up."

His response was an immediate hot sigh against your lips, relieved that he didn't hurt you.

"You do like the attention, do you?" he teased lightly, nuzzling your nose.

You nod, giving another kiss to the tip of his nose. "Always, but can you make this punishment worth it? It better end in a long, hot shower together or I might pass out," you whispered with a cheeky smile.

His shoulders shook from a silent laugh and his arms moved to either side of your face, caging you in with his warm presence, and you couldn't help the blush that spread through your cheeks as the emotion on his face flickered between the self-hating Elijah to the sweet one that you were in love with.

He ran his hand down your leg, then he lifted your thigh and held it against his hip and slowly, gently eased himself inside you. His lips were inches from and you couldn't look away. His eyes had softened now, and your heart melted at the devotion in them, only meant for you.

He slid his hand to the back of your neck as you clung to his shoulder, meeting him thrust for thrust as the pace gradually quickened. Your toes curled as waves of pleasure washed over you, but you held on this time, waiting for his permission, wanting to find release together.

His lips caressed your neck, his breathing ragged, and his movements became more erratic as his own control began to slip. The low, animalistic sounds rumbling in his chest nearly set you off, but somehow you managed to hang on.

Your mind is a fog, filled with everything Elijah; his smell, his warmth, the feeling of his skin against yours, the sound of his heavy breath, his low voice in your ear, his hips moving in a perfect tempo. It was overwhelming, dizzying, and intoxicating. You weren't sure how much longer you could hold out, especially with the way he was whispering your name like a prayer.

Your legs began to tremble again, Elijah knew you were close, and you were being so good for him. He could see the effort your restraint required in the furrow of your brow and the desperation in your eyes, he saw it in the twitching of your fingers and he felt the small spams from the place the two of you are joined.

"You've been such a good girl, come for me sweetheart," he cooed, nipping at your ear.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back. It felt like the earth beneath you cracked open and molten pleasure coursed through your veins, pouring into every cell and nerve, bathing you in absolute bliss.

Elijah kept rocking, dragging out your orgasm and making his own release finally explode throughout every part of him. As the both of you shook from pleasure, he didn't stop kissing you, kissing your cheeks, neck, and nose as the both of you tried to calm down. You clung to his biceps, relishing his touch, trying to calm down your raging heartbeat.

He released you and flipped onto his back, tugging you along, and making sure that you stayed close. You cuddled into his side, giving his chest small, gentle kisses.

He took your wrist, seeing the faint redness where the rope had burned your skin and gave it another tender kiss.

"Don't tell Klaus about the rope, he would not be very pleased to know you and Davina are making weapons behind his back, love."

You snorted and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, "how did you know it was Davina?"

He chuckled and rested his chin on the top of your head.

"Call it an educated guess," he teased and his hand playfully smacked your butt.

You both gave out a little chuckle before falling back into a comfortable silence. Your body had officially given out on you and exhaustion had taken over your form.

Elijah lifted you up out of bed and brought you to the shower, making sure that you were clean of any sticky sweat or traces of what had gone down moments ago. He wrapped his strong arms around you once you were dressed and both cleaned, bringing the covers around both of your bodies before kissing your forehead, and drifting off to sleep, holding you possessively against him.

This night didn't go as you planned, but you did not regret a thing.

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Well fuck, I guess this is gonna be three parts instead of two

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Well, here we go.

Blacksmith's Daughter

Part 2 of 3 (I'm POSITIVE this time I swear)

Part 1 here

OPLA!Shanks X AFAB!Reader

Wordcount: 4.3k

Hurt/comfort, fluffy as goddeng cotton candy, I guess slow-burn now too? Idfk

Trigger Warnings: mentions of death of loved one, trauma

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Perfectly harmless.

You very highly doubted that claim was true.

"Well," he said, tilting his head a little closer, "mostly harmless."

Still, almost as if to prove it, Shanks released his hold around your waist, his hand resting at your lower back a moment before slipping away to hold the cell door open for you. You stumbled just a little on your first steps out of the cell, your legs trembling, stiff and weakened in equal measure from three days and two nights stuck with the very limited range of movement that your bindings had allowed.

"Easy, now," said Shanks lightly, briefly slipping his arm around your back to steady you by your waist. "You haven't been on your feet in days, you can take a minute to get your footing. We're not in any rush."

"R...right," you said, uncertainly. You swallowed as he helped guide you over to the brig officer's desk, where you sat heavily in the chair, stretching your legs out for a moment. "I still don't really want to stay here too long. Three days has been more than enough." You leaned forward, pulling your swords across the desk and resting your forehead on one of of the black leather sheaths, laying your hand over the hilt. "Don't want to keep the crew waiting, either."

"Ah, they'll be busy a while," he said dismissively, pulling himself uo to sit on the desk. "There's a good bit of cargo to transfer." He nodded down at the swords. "Yours, I take it?'

You nodded, lifting your head. "I didn't even know if they were brought on the ship or not," you said. "My father made them for me." He had made them just over ten years ago, given them to you on your fourteenth birthday.

"Well, he was damned skilled. They're beautiful. May I?" He gestured a hand toward them. "If you don't mind."

"Go ahead," you said. You lifted one of the cutlasses and drew to from its scabbard, handing it over. His hand brushed across yours as he took the blade, clearly intentionally if the small smirk that briefly curved the corner of his lips was any indication. You watched him flip it deftly in one hand, holding it upright, his eyes scanning slowly down the edge of the blade.

"And well cared for. Sharp as a razor," he commented, impressed. He turning it sideways, flipping it around once more and nodding. "He teach you anything about smithing?"

You shook your head. "Not much," you said. "My brother was his apprentice. He taught me maintenance mostly. He instructed me in a few different weapon types, but swords were always my favorite." You took the weapon back when he handed it off to you, slipping the blade back into its scabbard. "And his."

"Experienced thief, weapons expert...." He leaned back a bit, smiling as he shook his head. "Yeah, you'll fit right in, sweetheart."

The way he was looking at you, the way his eyes burned into yours, had your face growing a little warm again as you turned your own gaze away, swallowing nervously. It wasn't as if no one had ever flirted with you before; you were honestly pretty used to it, ever since you had ended up living in the streets, used to crude comments and catcalling.

And yet here sat an incredibly notorious pirate captain, being incredibly respectful about it, all but making you swoon every time he lowered his voice or so much as touched your hand.

You stood from the chair, picking up your swords and setting to strapping them to your belt at either side of your hips, glancing down at the Marine cadet still bound in the corner of the room as his eyes passed between you and Shanks. You had never been around any pirates before now, but you had encountered your fair share of Marines, as many of them had been customers at your father's smithy.

Many of them had been self-righteous prats, and all the Marines aboard this ship had treated you like scum they had dragged in on the bottom of their boots.

"I think I will fit in fairly well," you finally said, quietly.

"Now that's the spirit!" His enthusiasm was honestly infectious, and you couldn't help but smile a little as he slipped off of the desk. "There's a fair chance you'll end up with a bounty on your head once word of your escape reaches Marineford, anyway. Between that and breaking into a base in a major city." He still sounded particularly amused about that as he rest his hand over the small of your back, stepping over the Marine cadet as if he weren't even there. "I'm eager to find out how you managed it. Oh, no, not yet," he added when you opened your mouth to respond. "I'm sure the whole crew's going to want to hear that tale."

Well, it was quite a tale. You were honestly surprised you had made it as far as you had before getting caught.

Before everything went to hell in a handbasket.

You lifted a hand to shield your eyes as you emerged onto the bustling deck of the ship; the mid-afternoon sun was blinding after days of only seeing it through one small, rounded window in the brig. The Red Hair crew was working quickly and steadily on robbing the Marine ship completely blind, right before their eyes—the entire crew of around fifty Marines was tied up on the deck, bound at their hands and feet, the captain and his officers situated at the center mast to give them the best possible view of the entire debacle.

Shanks called and motioned for his own officers to line up at the starboard side of the caravel, and took his time in introducing you to each of them individually. He glanced back occasionally at the Marines' captain and mates with a smirk, clearly reveling in their growing annoyance.

"Our newest thief has two years experience," he dragged on loudly, pacing slowly between you and his officers—many of whom were cracking up themselves, well aware that the whole spectacle was being orchestrated for the sole purpose of riling up the captive Marines, "and was arrested for—if you can believe it—breaking into a Marine base in a major port city in Arabasta with only one accomplice, and getting so far as to open their treasury vault before being captured."

And he paused for effect at that, waiting as the crew began to break into laughter, as you struggled to keep a straight face yourself, glancing toward the infuriated Marine captain, who had told you before shoving you into the brig a few days ago that he would personally see to it that you never saw the light of day again. For once in your life you were seeing karma in real time—and it was a positively beautiful sight to behold.

"And I'm sure we're all dying to know," Shanks went on, ceasing his pacing and stopping just in front of you, grinning, "how the hell she managed it."

He had given you more than enough time to go over the details in your head. A lot of your success had been pure dumb luck, for sure, but you drew up your resolve to relay it.

"Overheard a few cadets in a tavern talking about how the vaults were never heavily guarded...and the roof access was never locked." His eyebrows shot up toward the bright red fringe of his hair as you spoke. His officers glanced between each other. "A couple days later we climbed the back wall of the base. Knocked out a couple Marines at the top floor, stole their uniforms, and made our way down."

"Bullshit." All eyes shifted onto the Marine captain when he spoke up, glaring daggers at you. "That base is constructed out of sandstone. Five stories of completely smooth stone. There's no way anyone could climb the walls."

"Tell your comrades at the base to check the back wall for holes," you said coldly, your eyes lingering on his. "We used climbing spikes."

The man's teeth gritted together in a visible scowl. You turned your head back toward the snickering pirates, in time to see Shanks mumble something to Benn, who rolled his eyes and scoffed.

Then you heard the Marine captain behind you again, speaking in a low growl. "Disrespectful wench." You turned your head in time to watch him spit at the heel of your boot.

"Disrespectful?" Though the rest of his crew continued to chuckle, Shanks wasn't laughing as he put himself between you and the oposing captain, his forearm resting over the hilt of his saber at his hip. "I get the impression you haven't done much to earn anyone's respect," he said. "That being said, respectfully, captain...."

And with that, he placed the heel of his sandal against the man's shoulder and shoved him over. With the Marine's hands and feet bound, there was nothing he could do to right himself—nothing except glare daggers at Shanks as he crouched down in front of him.

"Don't interupt." Shanks gave him a smile and a rather hard clap on the shoulder before straightening back out and turning to face his own crew. "Now—"

"Goddamned pirates," he spat. Shanks looked back over his shoulder at the man. "A thief's a thief," he said viciously, glaring daggers at you from where he lay on the deck floor. "The whore'll rob you lot blind same as she tried with us."

There was scattered chuckling around the Marines as Shanks stared down at the captain for a long, tense moment. You saw something shift in his eyes, the warmth and humor leaving them.

"Whore?" he repeated lightly, raising his eyebrows. His eyes swept around the rest of the Marines, before he turned to you, taking a couple steps closer. He brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, offering you a warm smile. "I take it," he said slowly, quietly, "this is how you were being treated for the past three days, sweetheart?"

You swallowed, glancing over toward the Marines, whose laughter had quickly subsided. "More or less, yes," you affirmed.

"Hmm." He nodded, his hand drifting down to your shoulder, lifting the torn strap of your black tank top—torn when you had been flung into the cell in the brig by a couple cadets, while the captain stood watch and told you then that you'd never see the light of day again. His eyes shifted over to the Marines again, and he spoke aloud. "Change of plans, men. We take everything from this ship that isn't nailed down...and then we sink her."

The protest from the Marines was immediate, loud and desperate—some begging to be spared, others calling you several other colorful names and shouting claims that you were lying. Even you found yourself staring wide-eyed at the red-haired captain, at the knowledge that he would sink an entire ship just because of how the crew had treated you.

You were beginning to understand the reason for his bounty.

Shanks ignored the Marines entirely—it seemed his mind was made up. "I think we're just about done here." Your eyes remained wide as he turned his head back to meet your gaze, his expression softening into a smile again, his hand resting at your lower back. "What say we get you over to our ship and..." He glanced down at your shoulder briefly, at the broken strap of your shirt hanging down, "maybe find you something to change into."

You nodded, tugging unconsciously at the broken strap to pull the neck of your shirt up. "I...suppose that would be..."

"There's no need to worry, love" He clearly noticed your unease—there was no doubt it was written all over your face. He curled his arm around your back, leaning in a bit so he didn't have to raise his voice over the mounting protest of the Marines behind both of you. "You're part of my crew now, and we always look out for each other." He glanced over at the metal clink of a lighter igniting at his other side, and grinned at his first mate. "Isn't that right, Benn?"

Hi first mate quirked an eyebrow, taking a puff from his cigarette. "What am I agreeing to?"

"Ah, don't worry about it," Shanks laughed. "Anyway—I'll trust you to handle preparations here." He nodded back toward the Marines as the three of you stopped at the starboard railing around the deck, and he leaned forward against it, his eyes scanning over his ship floating only a few feet away, over the rest of the crew getting the supplies they had taken from the Marines organized. "Half a keg of powder should do the trick, we'll bring the rest with us."

"Right," said Benn, stubbing out the cigarette he had just lit on the railing and tucking it behind his ear.

"After you've—"

There was a light metallic clink right behind you—and all three of you heard it, glancing over your shoulders.

In the same instant you drew one of your swords and spun around, leveling it with the Marine officer's throat, Benn had his rifle pointed at the man's forehead. The officer dropped the flintlock pistol he had pointed at Shank's back, his eyes widened in shock, shaking as he slowly raised his hands.

Shanks turned around and leaned back, hanging his elbow over the edge of of the railing and glancing at you with a quick nod of approval. Then he turned his eyes on the Marine, giving a small chuckle and cooking his head to the side a bit.

"Now that wasn't a very smart decision, was it?" he said, grinning. "You could have just snuck by and sent out a distress call. Did you?" he added, lifting his eyebrows.

"I—I—no, I—I just—I—"

"Check," said Shanks, cutting his eyes toward Benn.

Benn gave a short nod, shouldered his rifle, and headed off toward the quarterdeck in quick strides.

The Marine remained standing there, shaking and stammering, his eyes darting between your blade and Shanks as the red-haired captain rolled his gaze back over to you. "Quite a set of reflexes you've got, sweetheart. You said your father trained you?"

You glanced at him only briefly before training your eyes back onto the Marine, and nodded. "We didn't live in a great area," you said. "He wanted to make sure I could defend myself."

"I would have to say he succeeded," he chuckled, shaking his head a little. He leaned back a bit further, placing the toe of his sandal over the Marine's pistol and sliding it across the deck, stooping down to pick it up. "What other tricks have you got up your sleeve?"

"Well," you said, watching as he turned the pistol over in his hands, and then casually reach behind him and drop it overboard. Benn was heading back down the stairs from the quarterdeck with a coil of rope hanging from one shoulder. He seemed to be in no hurry, so clearly no distress signal had been sent off. You went on, "He rigged this for me, in case I ever get disarmed."

You shifted your weight onto one foot, and hit the back of your right boot heel on the deck, and a three inch blade shot out from a slot in the front of the sole.

The Marine drew in a sharp breath, and Benn stopped a few feet away, speaking one word that clearly echoed his captain's wide-eyed expression.

"Shit."

Shank's brief look of shock quickly faded into an almost childlike excitement.

"God, that is brilliant," he laughed, crouching down and tilting his head to examine the blade. "How's it work?"

"Some sort of spring-loaded trigger mechanism," you said. You knocked your heel down again and the blade retracted. You smirked a little yourself as Shanks straightened back out—his enthusiasm truly was contagious. "My father called them 'Ball-Busters.'"

That cracked him up immediately—he leaned his shoulder into the railing, laughing, while Benn gave a scoff and shook his head. "I'd say that's pretty goddamned accurate," the first mate said. "I got it from here," he added, pulling his rifle down from his shoulder and shoving it against the Marine's shoulder as you pulled your cutlass away and slipped the blade back into its scabbard. "Alright, over there with the other assholes," he said, nudging him with the barrel. "We're as sick of being here as you are of having us here."

You watched Benn usher the officer over toward the main mast, feeling oddly as if you were stuck in the middle of some strange dream you might wake up from at any minute—wake up back in the dark and dingy cell below the deck, down in the brig, getting dragged out to be shoved into an even darker cell in Impel Down for the rest of your days.

"Oh, you are just a treat." So lost in that thought were you that you jumped a little when Shanks wrapped an arm around your back again. "Come on, love. Let's get you changed and cleaned up." He pulled himself up onto the railing and stepped into a sturdy plank laid out between his own ship and the Marines', offering you his hand. You took it and he helped pull you up as well, his fingers lacing through yours as he gave you another charming smile. "I'd say you've more than earned it."

Your eyes remained locked for a long, tense moment, his thumb brushing across the back of your hand, your heart racing a little faster—until a particularly strong wave rocked both of the ships and made you stumble a little. He chuckled lightly, before leading you across the plank and onto the main deck of his own ship.

You felt more than a little out of your element a few minutes later, lingering near the door of the captain's quarters with your arms crossed over your stomach while Shanks rifled through a wardrobe against the wall. You were still a little apprehensive, your mind still lingering on the man's decision to sink the Marines' vessel solely on your behalf, but there was a charm about him that was almost intoxicating, and it was drawing you in quickly.

"Don't really have anything that's going to fit you properly," he said, pulling one shirt out and frowning at it before hanging it back up. "But there might be...something...."

You swallowed, glancing around the cabin—at the table to your left that was covered in maps, a desk in the corner with a closed logbook, a four-poster bed in another corner with a pair of floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the port side of the ship. It still all felt uncanny enough to be a dream.

"No...other women on the crew, I take it?" you said slowly.

"No," he affirmed, still pushing aside hangers and frowning. "Not as if it's intentional, it just...turned out that way, I suppose?" He said it with an air of genuine surprise himself that almost made you chuckle. "Seems most women aren't interested in sailing around with a ship full of—ah, this should do," he interjected, pulling out a white shirt on a metal hanger that seemed at least a little smaller than the others. "Probably haven't worn it since I was a teenager," he said, looking it up and down.

He gave the shirt an appraising nod, and then tossed it to you before crossing the room to take a seat at the desk. He noded once more toward the corner by the wardrobe where there stood a fold-out changing screen.

"You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little averse to leaving a stranger alone in my personal quarters. But..." He lifted his hand, smiling, before covering his eyes with it. "I promise I won't peek. Pirate's honor."

You did chuckle a little at that. It wasn't as though you weren't used to changing in less than totally private conditions—you had been living on the streets for just over two years. You crossed the room yourself, ducking behind the divider screen and pulling it out.

"Nor do I wish to be on the recieving end of the Ball-Buster," he added, and you laughed aloud at that.

"I've never actually used it," you said, hanging the shirt over the top edge of the screen and pulling your tank top over your head. "Not as more than a threat a couple times. The sight of it usually gets the point across."

"I can't fathom any circumstance where it wouldn't," he laughed. You heard him sigh after a moment, while you pulled down the hanger and unbuttoned the shirt he had given you. "Out of curiosity," he said finally, "why exactly were you being shipped to Impel Down?" You paused, your eyes flickering up to the changing screen, in the direction of his sillhouette—and noting that from his shadow alone you could tell he still had his hand over his eyes. "That's a privilege normally reserved for pirates and revolutionaries rather than petty local thieves."

"I, uh...." You swallowed, pulling your arms through the sleeves of the shirt. You hadn't been completely clear on every detail, but it seemed now was as good a time as any—even if it was painful to recall. "I...killed two Marines before I was apprehended."

"Did you?" he said lightly.

"Mmm." You set to buttoning the shirt, slowly, glancing toward his silhouette again. "I didn't...really mean to. After...I guess after my brother took a bullet for me, I just sort of...reacted. I don't even really remember much of it. Just—him falling, then them taking my swords and locking me in a storage closet before carting me off to the ship."

You truthfully weren't even sure how long you had remained at the base before being taken to the docks—locked in the dark, your arms wrapped around your knees, wondering if you were ever going to see daylight again, hoping it was all just some awful nightmare you might wake up from.

"That's...." You heard him sigh heavily. "That's a lot." You gave a small hum in agreement, looking down at the shirt, and sighing yourself—it fit you like a nightgown, the hem drooping nearly down to your knees. You shook your head and set to unbuttoning it again.

"I suppose the Marines had a good reason for treating me like trash," you allowed, rolling the hem of the shirt up and tying it in a knot at your midriff. You fastened a few of the buttons above the knot, and set to rolling up the sleeves. "I did kill a couple of their comrades."

"And they killed your brother," he pointed out.

You frowned to yourself, swallowing back a lump forming in your throat at his quiet, understanding tone. You glanced up again when you heard him shift, and watched his shadow stand and cross the room through the screen as you rolled up the other sleeve to just above your elbow. You pulled the screen back just as he reached it, your eyes meeting his the moment you did. The sympathy in his dark eyes was almost enough to break you in an instant. You glanced down at his hand when it came to rest on your shoulder for just a moment before your eyes snapped back to his.

"That doesn't—" He shook his head. "Nothing excuses fifty plus grown men treating a young woman like something a dog dragged in. Particularly not after what you went through." Your gaze fell away from his at that, down to the floor. "I'm assuming from what you've said—and forgive me if I'm wrong—that you'd never..." He paused, seeming to search for the correct words. "You'd never been forced to defend yourself before?"

You shook your head. You had practiced with your swords for years, sparred with both your father and your brother regularly, but you had never been in a situation where you had to truly fight for your life. You had definitely never killed anyone before. You barely recalled the details even now, and you honestly didn't want to remember them at all.

"Oh, sweetheart..." He let out a slow sigh, and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You closed your eyes as he rest his hand lightly over your head, as a little tension you hadn't even been aware of released from your shoulders. Your head fell forward, resting against his chest, and you closed your eyes as he lowered his head over yours. "Just so we're clear...you don't have to stay here," he said gently, his thumb brushing across the crown of your hair. "You're not a prisoner, you're a guest. You can take a few days to decide. Or longer. But if you do..."

He moved his hand to your cheek, lifting your head gingerly until your eyes met his.

"This crew is like a family." He lowered his forehead to yours, his hand drifting down to your shoulder again as he offered you a warm smile. "And you'll be welcome to stay as long as wish. Alright?"

You swallowed, and nodded.

Lowered your head again, your breath shaking as it left your lungs, and you rest your forehead against his chest again, your eyes closing tightly. You weren't used to this—this degree of kindness, of compassion from much of anyone, much less a stranger...but something in his eyes, in the warmth of his touch, told you that he was being completely sincere.

"Th...thank you," you whispered—you couldn't think of anything else to say than that, nothing that could wholly express the emotion swelling in your chest.

He just chuckled lightly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders again.

"You're welcome, love."

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!! I've officially finished my exams and I have a holiday break so I'm feeling happy!!! I saw another anonie sending asks so now I have to up my game 😌(jk)

I had some questionssss

-Has hima ever been an mc on mubank before? and if so who was her partner/s

-I was rewatching teez's performance on MMA and I was wondering if the fans cheered really loudly when mingri's part came

-How do the stylist like to dress hima up? Taking in consideration that she's the only female idol in KQ plus in ateez they probably doll her up

-idk if this is weird but I feel like mingi and hima probably don't give a f anymore about their closeness after becoming publin and I'm talking about shamless glances and smirks

-would hima rather know what the future's holding for her or go back in time and change something in her past

-can I request so soft mingri moments I'm in my feels because of the weather🥹🥹

Ily so much bb, take care and eat well mwahh!! 💓💓

Hi sweet!! Congratulations, now you can finally get some more than deserved rest!! 😘 I actually still have one ask to answer from that anon but i got writer's block for it 😭(ANON IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS I'M WORKING ON IT DON'T WORRY!!)

• Our little social butterfly was an easy choice for Music Bank and they paired her with Sunwoo from THE BOYZ since both have a similar outgoing personality (it was also after Kingdom : Legendary War so it seemed like a natural pairing)

• Oh definitely! So many Atiny have been talking about wanting to see that part live so they were screaming their lungs out. Since it's a big award show they didn't kiss but Mingi took her chin in his hands and turned her face back to him, making her lose the stage demon facade for a second because she was so flustered

• Hima has had several stylists since debut - the first stylist respected the maknae's wishes and dressed her the exact same as the members (she left after becoming pregnant). The second would put more feminine spins on the outfits but they were still a lot more masculine than other girl groups (she was fired following Kingdom as she forced the maknae to show her scars). The current stylist is fully leaning into her charm, at times making her look more tomboy-ish but still keeping her delicate image, other times making the outfits are fully feminine. As Hima got older she's also begun to dress her in more chic clothing, enhancing her maturity without making her seem too old

Her favorite events to dress Hima for are award shows or concert encores because she can put her in dresses, cute shirts, legwarmers, put cute accessories in her hair, etc., (she loves dressing her up like a cute little doll). She gets kind of sad during Versace events because it's often the house's stylists or Donatella herself that dress her so she can't be the one to put her in all those intricate corsets or silky dresses :(

• They really can't find it in themselves to care anymore, there are so may clips from lives where she's sitting on his lap while wearing one of his boxers, she even brushed a hand across his "belt" (guys I swear it was the belt, guys....) during one of their concerts and stuck her tongue out at him while he was left blushing like an idiot. When there's some kind of innuendo these two are the first to look at each other (well actually sometimes it's Wooyoung and Hima and they can't help but to laugh their asses off)

• Hima isn't worried about the future, so she would rather turn back time; she would change the way her younger self viewed the accident. Of course everything was caused by grief, by her young mind being unable to understand everything going on around her, but one day she got angry at Hanzo after he had finally come out of his room to make her food as an apology. Hima had been dealing with so much at the time - solitude, Yoongi's mental health, the hardships of accepting new parents, her hearing disability that made every day more complicated, etc., - so everything blew up on him. The poor girl wasn't angry, she was in distress, she broke down crying and said things like "why did you abandon me ?" "you promised you would always be there when I needed you". If she could go back in time she'd make herself realize that Hanzo was suffering just as much as she was

• Of course you can! After Mingi sent the Fromm messages in which he expressed his intention to marry his girlfriend, she called him down onto the floor and began painting slivers of smoke along his bare arm - unfortunately he let his impulsive thought get the better of him and he smeared paint across her cheeks, which resulted in the two of them play fighting while trying to get as much paint on the other as possible

After Himari sent the Fromm messages revealing she was now studying Brain and Cognitive Science at KU, Mingi was having trouble taking a much needed nap so he pulled her in between his legs (on a bean bag) and she finished her study session tucked against his chest while his head rested on top of her own, sound asleep

At home she often forgets to put her hearing aid back in after a shower so when Mingi approaches her or is in the room, he moves with heavier steps so she can feel the vibrations or sends a series of one letter messages so that her smartwatch will vibrate several times (she learned to take that as a sign), so that she doesn't get startled because she didn't hear him

I always look forward to your asks!! ILYSM too Mina!! Make sure to rest plenty and have lots of fun now that the hardest part of the term is over! MWAHHH take good care of yourself 🥰🩷

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Silly Jester

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid!reader

Word count: 1500

Warnings: none

Content: He is a jester first pirate second, he will get you laughing in minutes and he cannot be tamed so the man is a menace 😆😌

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Arlong park was the one place you did not want to end up in but now that’s where you were headed. You had awoken from dizziness you had been knocked out in, your fingers rushing to soothe the throbbing pain on your forehead. You were in a crate, still in the midst of being transported somewhere, but you were being carried by Arlong’s henchmen.

Your shoulder bumped into someone and only then you realized how close you were, to your Captain. His head lulled along to the movement but he was still asleep. His long thick lashes curling up so effortlessly, his blue hair escaping from where he had tied it up under his bandana. You nudged your shoulder into his, which got a groan out of him.

Now just for revenge’s sake you jabbed your elbow into his side. But anticipating his shout, you clamped your handed over his mouth lending to a muffled ‘Ow’.

His eyes shot open, being this close you could see the sliver of green in them. At first his pupils registered shock but the moment he saw you, his irises dilated, softening as you held up your finger against your mouth, signaling for him to be quiet. He obliged but placed his hand over yours to pull it away from his lips to then place it over his cheeks.

His eyes read you like an open book and with all this proximity, he could assess the colour of your eyes, the slightest twitch and he was sure to pull away, he was nervous in wanting to hold you again so you held steady. Your poker face was unbreakable atleast it was till he pressed down your hand into his face as though being away from you for that long wasn’t acceptable. Blood rushed to your cheeks and your lips parted as your palms burned against his rough stubble but it was the way he leaned into your touch, as he drew a deep breath inhaling the scent on your skin that you knew you had missed him too.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispered. His voice calm and mature. He wasn’t playing a game.

“I should have told you about my plans.”, he continued, his eye contact reassuring you that there were no lies in his statement.

“You should have.”, you replied as you took control, slipping your hand from under his hold to trail down his neck, his thrumming pulse helping you relax, that although this mess had gotten out of hand and you had fought, you were together.

His hand reached up to the bruise on the side of your head, the moment you felt his touch you winced and his eyes flashed an angry blue.

“Arlong will be answerable for this.”, he seethed but you shushed him instead.

“That could get you killed.”, you blurt out. Your fights with him were many but they never lasted long. He may not look it but he communicated well. It was you who struggled to put your thoughts and feelings into words while he did it almost like it was a card trick that he knew well. He would say things when it needed to be said, not bottle it all up like you.

“No one hurts you and gets off easy.”, he said in hushed tones as he inspected the wounds. With his eyes away on something else, this was your moment.

“I’m sorry too.”, you said and his gaze was on you, as though he was waiting to hear more of your thoughts.

“I was just … scared.”, you admitted letting your head to rest on his chest such that you could hide away from his tender sight.

“You are my home, Buggy. I don’t want to share you with the frenzy for the map. I don’t want to lose you.”, you spoke quietly and his arm encased your back protectively. His steady breathing making you feel peaceful and safe even though you had been captured.

“Going after the One piece, will demand all your attention and strength. It will test you and break you. And I can’t stand by to watch it happen.”, you held onto the edge of his coat as you spilled out your thoughts as best as you could.

“Nothing in existence could take me away from you.”, he replied, holding the side of your cheek to guide your eyes to meet his.

“Not having saved you from that cove would have made my already miserable life, even more miserable.”, he spoke precisely as though he would never take back these words, the regret in his eyes was evident from the words he had spoken to you last.

“You’re the only one keeping me sane in all this, fishtail. I just… I just want to feel worthy to behold your love.”, he tilted his head, his lips grazing the edge of your forehead as he spoke, after which he slowly placed a kiss over your bruise as though it would heal it.

“No treasure is going to change how you feel about yourself, clown face.”, you huffed a laugh and he cracked a smile. Nicknames that you had given the other when you had found each other as kids.

He was a teen boy with a patched up crew when he had found you. You knew of nothing else but his protection. Only older than you by a few years, for most part of each other’s life, he never bothered you. He gave you a safe haven, trained you up with all the skills you needed to fight and navigate. He empowered you when the world wanted to break you down and now, there was no one else you could follow like you would follow him.

You had loved him then and you still loved him now. It scared you. It scared you because in your crazy messed up life, this love you had for him was the most purest and realest thing you had ever known. It was constant, filled with innocence, never fading and secure.

“I’m still working on that.”, he cooed near your ear as though it would please you and it did. He was fearsome and his name caused for people to never mess with his crew. But fear was never respect and you wanted more than ever for people to see him the way you did. Because behind his grand demeanor, was a boy with a big heart.

“No more burning down towns?”, you pointed at him.

“Never.”, he said with a frown as he held out his pinky finger.

You smiled as you looped your finger with his.

“I promise to limit my rage to burn the world to only when absolutely necessary or if deemed right by my lover.”, he spoke the oath but your eyes widened at the little name he had snuck in.

“Didn’t know you had a lover.”, you stated and caught sight of his grin growing wider.

“She’s one of a kind. The only one for me.”, he said unabashedly, waving his hand as though it was resolute and you envied this talent of his, to confess his feelings easily.

“Oh really?”, you raised your eyebrow.

“Now drop the act and kiss me.”, his voice simmered low as he pulled you closer.

“Kiss you? We’re being taken captive in wooden crate.”, you emphasized your state as you put into perspective the situation you were both in.

“Yes all the more reason to misbehave.”, he giggled and you knew there was no fighting him.

“What if Arlong gets to know about us and uses it as leverage?”, you mumbled, worried about the implications of this simple act and spouted more excuses but his eyes narrowed like there was nothing that could deter him.

“Or if he asks you for the map? You don’t have the map – you felt his hand slide up your waist making your forget your train of thought – or.. or the location of those kids.”, your mouth uttered more nonsense as your thoughts were scrambled.

“Indulge me with a bit of fun, dear.”, he tipped your chin up.

"I only want properly seal the promise I made.", he pouted his lips but behind that smile hid all his mischief.

“You’re incorrigible.”, you laughed quietly as you held onto his waist, his taut muscles flexing beneath your touch.

“Don’t worry I’ll be on my best behavior for you.”, he said and with that let his hungry lips find yours.

He made sure the silence reigned, that no one could suspect a thing, as he gave no room for you to catch your breath. He kissed you deeply so much so that all your moans could only be converted into the way you dug your fingers into his shirt or catch onto the edge of his bandana. There was no force that could split you both up. That was for certain.

He pulled away, his eyes coming back to life with no sadness in sight as you both caught your breaths, the fish men oblivious to the antics taking place. He held up his thumb to wipe away the paint from your face as you soothed the frayed strips of cloth from your nails on his shirt.

It all piled up together, the adventure that awaited you, the longing in his eyes, the thrill of that treasure hunt and his undying love for you. He had to know. Especially with entering Arlong park, he had to know that you longed for him, waited for him, just as he had done for you.

“I’m in love with you, Bug. I can't seem to find my way out of it.”, you blurted it out, never thinking twice about it but it was his reaction that was priceless.

Nothing could have affected him like this and yet your words held that power. To turn his cheeks a deeper red, to bring back colour into his irises. He looked like a kid lost in a circus, his eyes full of magic everytime he saw you but now you were sure this had overwhelmed his senses.

“What?”, he asked as though he couldn’t believe it.

“I’m in love with you.”, you whispered again drawing closer to him, intoxicated with how easy he melted under your touch. The fearsome pirate now taken down by you cotton candy confessions.

“The never ending kind, so you’re stuck with me for a very long time.”, you smoothed down his collar but when you caught his eyes, you never knew the colour blue could ever set your skin on fire.

“Say it again.”, he whispered, his voice mixed with authority and passion, so you did but this time you pulled him towards you by the collar of his shirt, your lips right beneath his.

“I love you, silly jester.”, you said it quietly.

"Good. Now we can finally get to the good bit.", He smiled as he licked his lips.

"You're never satisfied are you?", you laughed as he shook his head. You leaned up and kissed him, his lips warm and flush, his hand wrapping around your waist as his fingers held onto end of your braid. He tilted his head and let you set the pace so this time it was slower. Trying to fight the laughs in the silence but you had closed your eyes, so had he, this was a better than being passed out, you both were making the best of the time being trapped together. Arlong was a problem you'll get to later.

Sure Buggy had his shortcomings but he was a work in progress, so were you. However, the adoration in his eyes like you were his world, now that was irreplaceable. Only he could give you that satisfaction. He had always been the love of your life. Now he was yours.

You were fused together, hands tangled in eachother's hair, your hands taking his back as he fought back his groan. Who knew being stuck in a crate was the moment your life would change for the better and grant you all your wishes all at once.

[the-himawari]

Personal Update - Recovering from burnout 😔

Hi everyone!

I hope everyone had a great holiday and new year! I apologize for disappearing for a bit, but as life is, a lot has been going on. Long story short, I started a new job in December so it's been a very busy time as I transition and hit the ground running here.

Also, taking some time away has made me come to terms with: how I'm simply burnt out.

—Which honestly, isn't that surprising considering I've been posting on this blog for almost 4 years now, haha. I know the last year has been a lot less consistent, but for 3 years, I was posting A3 translations almost daily. Looking back, I don't even know how I did it? Like wow, good for me. But also, wow, that was such a different time in my life 😂

Rest assured I still love A3 (and Masumi) and I'm still playing the game regularly! That hasn't changed. But in terms of posting A3 translations—I think I'm in dire need of an actual break.

But seeing as Anni is just around the corner, my current plan for this blog is:

Translate a bunch of anniversary cards

Finish the event stories I have ongoing: Journey to the Colours & Spotlight (Secret): Brothers

However, updates will continue to be slow. I will also come back to translate new Masumi content. But I think it's best if I step back and take it easy for now.

Again, I'm not planning to go anywhere! All these boys mean so much to me 😌❤️ but I also can't deny the current intense burnout I'm experiencing. I'm sure I'll bounce back, but it may take some time.

Thanks for everyone's patience and understanding 🌻💛

[pipsqueakparker]

ooh ooh - okay i’m still in my sad boy hours, so who wants some molly/angel headcanon? (if there’s info out there that contradicts any of this, no there’s not, at least not for the span of time you’re reading this)

they come from a mafia family, they both probably got tangled into some shit they didn’t wanna be part of - and i know it’s been alluded that the rest of angel’s family is also in hell, so why not molly? this is the second most tragic hc i have: molly died protecting angel - i’m just sayin, self-sacrifice is potentially how pentious got redeemed, that seems to be a sure fire way to get into heaven

on that note, molly died before angel - sure, angel may have been messing around with drugs before that, but the trauma of losing her… made things worse

before she died, they had plans to get tf out. it wouldn’t be easy, but they had each other and that’s all they needed. those plans were always vague, and angel never really expected any of them to work, but the important part was the hope they gave him, and the hope from having molly there with him

molly was the “favorite” just by virtue of being the daughter - she’d use it to their advantage, there were nights she wouldn’t leave angel’s side because she knew people (their dad, their older brother, whoever) went “easier” on him when she was there, not by a lot but it was something, and she was there to take care of him after

molly was technically the oldest (by like minutes obviously), but angel was always in protective older brother mode, he’d take anyone out to protect her (& definitely did)

but she could also handle her own & often did, angel was probably one of the only ones that knew & believed she could handle herself, even when he was told to watch out for her, he knew she didn’t need it

angel had a journal where, at least once a week, he’d write a letter to molly, just updating her on everything, talking to her, a moment where he got to pretend she was still there. he continues to do so in hell, too. he always hides the journal, because the one time val found it flipped the fuck out on him. (ofc he wouldn’t listen to what it actually WAS, he just made assumptions & punished angel for those extremely inaccurate assumptions)

molly has something similar in heaven, it’s a box of notes and letters she’s written - the first several years, the letters & notes were all hopeful, they were letters she intended to give to angel when he got there, but as the years went by and he never showed up, they became more like angel’s - letters to the brother she’d never see again

also angel doesn’t know if molly went to heaven or if he just can’t find her in hell - for the first few years, he looked for her, ended up finding people he never wanted to, and eventually gave up - most days, he assumes she made it upstairs & she’s happy & okay now. on the worst days, he thinks she just doesn’t want to be found. even by him. (or was killed in an extermination before he even got there)

that’s what i got for now 😌 enjoy

[tealmisthams]

May I ask for a nervous kiss for Echo/Cadence? I would love for sweet Echo to get a kiss but feel like he would for once be nervous 😌

Thank you so much for this request! I've been working on Cadence's character for a bit now and this is the first time I'm posting content with her! Also note that this is not officially how they meet, just a fun scene to explore her character.

I hope you enjoy! 💙

It's also here on AO3.

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“Hey, Echo!” Jesse bumped the ARC trooper’s shoulder roughly. “Are you paying attention?”

“Leave him alone.” Fives reached across the table and swatted Jesse away from his twin. “He didn’t want to come anyway. He can space out if he wants.”

Echo considered chiming in to defend himself, but decided it wasn’t worth it. Hardcase had already cracked a joke about something completely unrelated, capturing Fives and Jesse’s attention in the process. Free to return to his own thoughts, Echo tuned his brothers out again and reset his gaze on the far side of the room.

Senator Amidala had invited Torrent Company, along with their Jedi commanding officers, to a holiday party at her luxurious apartment. It was true; Echo hadn’t felt particularly keen on attending, but Fives had practically begged until he agreed. Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, Rex, and some of the 212th were here as well, so he figured it couldn’t be all that bad. The troopers had claimed a table when they first arrived and so far had mostly stuck together. Usually Jesse, Hardcase, and Fives would have already wandered off to socialize, but with the rest of the guests being primarily senators and otherwise upper class, it was easy for the clones to feel out of place.

Then a small group of women had arrived and Echo’s attention had instantly been drawn to one woman in particular. She looked shorter than average and wore a sleek, silver dress that fell to her knees. Echo couldn’t stop his eyes from following the tight fabric down her body and was relieved when no one seemed to notice that he stared at her thick hips for far too long. He quickly shifted his focus to her other features. She had bronze skin, like his, but maybe a shade lighter and wavy hair that just barely touched the top of her shoulders. He was having a difficult time telling whether her hair was brown or red, or maybe it was both. 

As he continued to watch her, it took only a few moments for him to spot several details that differentiated her from her friends. She was the only one who wasn’t wearing heels; which was probably part of why she appeared to be so short. When the other women beamed and laughed loudly, she didn’t join in; offering a small smile, at most. The most obvious difference though, was the silver BD unit that was hanging off her shoulder. Every once in a while Echo would see her turn and say something to the little droid, rather than participating in her friends’ conversation. It wasn’t difficult for Echo to guess that she wasn’t pleased to be here at this party, much like himself.

His eyes continued to follow her as she and her friends slowly moved around the room, collecting drinks and appetizers as they went. Eventually, they stopped in one corner of the room, just inside Senator Amidala’s wide balcony. While her friends continued to chat, the woman in the silver dress turned and leaned against the nearest wall, choosing to stare out at the Coruscant sky, instead of engaging.

Echo had the sudden urge to go talk to her, which wasn’t like him. At all. He actually couldn’t remember a time that he’d ever gone out of his way to approach a woman, but something felt different this time. He felt like he understood her, even though he had yet to speak to her. He couldn’t help but smile slightly as he watched the BD unit hop off her shoulder, so she could cradle it in her arms.

“Echo!” He turned to see that Fives was grinning at him; mischief sparking in his amber eyes. Echo knew that look. “See that girl over there?”

He turned and pointed at the woman in the silver dress. Yes, I’ve only been staring at her since she arrived. He decided not to say that, though.

“What about her?” he asked.

“Look where she’s standing.” Fives’ gaze shifted upwards and Echo followed it to the small, green plant that was hanging from the ceiling, almost directly above the woman and her droid.

“What’s that?” Echo raised an eyebrow at his twin.

“That’s mistletoe, di’kut.” Fives rolled his eyes. “If two people are caught under the mistletoe together, they have to kiss.”

Oh, no . Echo had an idea where his brother was going with this.

“So Fives is going to go kiss her!” Jesse finished, excitedly.

“Yes, sir!” Fives gave Jesse an exaggerated salute. Then he hopped out of his seat, patting Echo’s shoulder as he passed. “Wish me luck, vod!”

“Good luck,” Echo said, flatly. 

Fives didn’t seem to notice his twin’s lack of enthusiasm and began making his way over to the same woman who Echo had just been considering talking to. So much for that.

The woman turned towards Fives as he approached, without him having to say anything. Echo watched as she silently pressed two fingers to the side of her droid’s head. Then the BD unit hopped out of her arms and trotted away into the crowd of guests. Echo lost track of the droid as he turned his attention back to his twin.

“Hey-” Fives barely got the word out before he was cut off.

“Not interested,” the woman said, bluntly. She turned to fully face the ARC trooper now and folded her arms across her chest.

“But I didn’t say anything,” Fives protested, though he didn’t step any closer.

“You didn’t have to.”

“Okay…” 

Echo resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he watched his twin subconsciously rub the back of his neck. Fives wasn’t used to being rejected; not that quickly, anyway.

“You’re standing under the mistletoe,” Fives tried again, gesturing to the plant hanging above them. “Tradition says that if two people stand under it together, they have to kiss.”

“I guess we’ll just have to break tradition because I’m not kissing you,” the woman said, with an exasperated shrug. Suddenly her attention shifted until she was looking past Fives, directly at Echo. “I’ll kiss him, though.”

What?

“What?” Fives gasped, spinning around to see who she was talking about.

“What?” Hardcase burst into a fit of laughter and was quickly joined by Jesse.

“Wait, but you don’t know us and we look exactly the same!” Fives protested, his jaw still slack with shock.

“No, you don’t.” The woman raised an unamused eyebrow.

“Why my brother then?” Fives sounded genuinely curious now.

For the first time since Echo saw her, he thought he saw a hint of insecurity in the form of a light blush on her cheeks. “Because he’s cute,” she said, a bit softer this time. Her eyes met Echo’s for a heartbeat and then flicked away again.

“And I’m not?” Fives asked, his voice rising with disbelief.

“Not really.”

“I guess there’s no arguing with that.” The ARC trooper sighed with resignation. 

Then his expression brightened and he dashed back to the table where his brothers were sitting. Before Echo could react, Fives was pulling him out of his chair.

“Echo, guess what!”

“I heard.”

“That girl wants to kiss you, come on!”

Suddenly Echo wasn’t sure if he was excited or if he wanted to hide. He was still trying to figure out exactly what was happening as his twin dragged him over to where the woman in the silver dress was still waiting under the mistletoe.

“Have fun, vod,” Fives said, cheerfully. He patted Echo’s shoulders and then retreated back to their table.

Echo resisted the urge to grumble something at his twin and turned to face the woman in front of him. Her arms were still crossed over her body, but her now posture appeared more unsure than when Fives had been in front of her.

“Sorry,” she said, before Echo could speak. “I just really didn’t want to kiss him. I didn’t think he’d drag you over here. You don’t have to kiss me, if you don’t want to.”

Echo swallowed, unsure of what to say. A sudden heat was creeping up his neck and his palms felt unusually clammy. He’d been nervous in the past, of course, but this was a different sort of nervousness that he hadn’t experienced before.

“Did you mean what you said?” he asked, surprised by how steady his voice came out.

“Which part?” Her voice was quieter now, so he took the opportunity to take a small step closer.

“Any of it? All of it?”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean,” she said, seriously.

Now that Echo was closer to her, he could see that her eyes were gray; almost matching her dress, but not quite. He also noted the freckles that dotted her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Then his gaze fell to her lips. He definitely did want to kiss her.

“So, the part about me being cute…”

“Yeah.”

“And Fives—my brother—isn’t?”

She chuckled as she shook her head. “Nope.”

“And you wanting to kiss me?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was almost a whisper, but her response spurred Echo’s heart rate to double its pace.

“I, uh,” his voice tried to falter, but he refused to let it, “I want to kiss you too.”

Her eyes lit up and he couldn’t help but think how pretty her irises were as she stepped towards him, stopping only a few inches away. Now that she was standing right next to him, he realized that she really was short; the top of her head barely made it to his shoulder.

“I’m Cadence.” She had to tilt her head to look up at him now.

“I’m Echo,” he said, lowering his voice to match their new proximity.

“I know you were watching me,” she said, suddenly.

Echo’s heart skipped nervously in response, but he told himself that her observation wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“It was hard not to,” he admitted. He knew he’d said the right thing when a small smile formed on her lips.

“So are you going to kiss me?” she asked. “I’d kiss you first, but I can’t reach.”

Echo couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment. He’d never kissed anyone before and his veins were still pulsing with nerves, but something about her voice was soothing.

He was still smiling slightly as he leaned down and touched his lips to hers. He kissed her lightly, tentatively and his heart skipped when he felt her press against him as she kissed him back. He kept it short—they didn’t know each other, after all—but it was still the best sensation Echo had ever experienced. When he leaned back, the nerves in his veins had been replaced with exhilaration.

Their eyes locked as they broke apart, but Echo only had a moment to enjoy looking into Cadence’s gray irises before a barrage of shouts erupted from both sides of them.

Echo turned to see his brothers cheering from their table; Fives was the loudest, of course. He scanned the room as he turned back to Cadence and saw that her friends, along with several other party guests were applauding them as well. He didn’t bother to stifle his groan.

When he glanced at the woman beside him, she appeared equally annoyed.

“Hey,” he nudged her arm lightly. “Do you want to go for a walk or something?”

“Yup,” she grunted in agreement. Then she raised her voice as she called out, “Bettii!”

Less than a second later, her BD unit darted out of the crowd and hopped onto her shoulder.

Then, to Echo’s surprise and delight, Cadence grabbed his hand and completely ignored everyone else in the room as she led him towards the exit.

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[beautifulhigh]

“And that is why Alex says he loves Henry on purpose. Because he is making the active choice to be with Henry, to forge a forever with him…”

All of it is beautifully persuasive and on point. But this section in particular convinced. You reminded me of Alex and Bea’s conversation and it all makes sense now. I should reread the book 😌Thank you for answering my ask so eloquently. Sincere apology to Alex, that sweet, romantic little shithead.

I'm glad my ramblings made sense! But yeah, Alex is actively choosing Henry - especially in that moment - and it's the first time that someone outside of Bea and Pez (and Shaan but the dynamics there are different) is putting him first.

I think it matters that Alex goes to Henry in that moment. Because outing is shitty enough to begin with but it's a whole other storm for Henry. It would have therefore been easy for Henry to have wanted to escape that, to run away to the 'Land of the free' and hole up in the White House as he threatened to do once.

I should have just packed a bag like I said. I could be in your bed, languishing away until I perish, fat and sexually conquered, snuffed out in the spring of my youth.

Instead he's trapped in Kensington, trapped in the palace and the institution, and Alex doesn't come to save him or rescue him, despite the quip about being "Bit short for a stormtrooper". (hashtag #imtaller)

The moment that stands out for me in that scene is this:

but they meet in the middle of the room

They meet in the middle. Alex has come to Henry, he has stepped beyond the wall that separates them, but here they meet in the middle.

“And I said, ‘That’s great, Mum, but as long as you’re letting Gran keep me trapped, it doesn’t mean a fucking thing,’” Henry says. Alex stares down at him, shocked and a little impressed.

Henry is trapped in his circumstances, the palace, the family he's been born into, but when he's with Alex he's freer than he could ever be. Alex gives him that space, carves it out. (it's like the fireside scene from the movie where Henry has the line about the prince's heart "did beat freely once more" and I cried over that because Alex gives Henry freedom.)

Alex loves Henry, deeply and fiercely and forever, and so the next step is logical to him:

“Can you explain?” he attempts lamely. “What [Henry's grief over Arthur is] like? What I can do?”

He wants to know because he wants to know what he can do. He wants to understand so he can act, even if it means doing nothing. If that's what Henry needs then that is what he will do. I've read some beautiful fics that show Alex actively caring for Henry during a depressive or grief-filled episode, and I've read fics where all Alex does is be there with him. And both of those choices are valid and perfect because Bea tells Alex what he needs to do.

“Do you understand?” she asks him, looking right into his eyes. “You need to understand this to be with Henry. He is the most loving, nurturing, selfless person you could hope to meet, but there is a sadness and a hurt in him that is tremendous, and you may very well never truly understand it, but you need to love it as much as you love the rest of him, because that’s him. That is him, part and parcel. And he is prepared to give it all to you, which is far more than I ever, in a thousand years, thought I would see him do.”

My brother will love you to the ends of the earth but there will be days when he will struggle to love himself. And you need to know that you are getting both Henrys.

There is a reason why "for better or for worse" is a traditional wedding vow. It's because you are promising to be with that person, to love that person, to support them through the shittiest times just as much as you will celebrate the best of times with them.

Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

To use the Bard's words, love is not love if it fucks off the second things get too hard. Love is not love if it decides that "nah, I liked the person you were yesterday more, please stop growing and changing even if it is just happening because I understand and know more about you". Every single one of us is altering with every single day. We get a little older, a little wiser. Things happen and we have to change and adapt. We reveal a little bit more about ourselves.

Love is not love if it decides that something is too ugly or depressing.

The more Alex comes to know and understand Henry, the more he loves him. And even when he finds out about Henry's depression he's not noping out of there. He's turning up - literally and metaphorically - and we had the foreshadowing that he would do this long before this awful moment:

Listen: I’ll fly to London right now and pull you out of whatever pointless meeting you’re in and make you admit how much you love it when I call you “baby.” I’ll take you apart with my teeth, sweetheart.

If you want out of the meeting then I will do that. If you want to be taken apart then I will do that. If you want to be held then I will do that. Tell me what to do, let me do the things that I know you love because I know you and I want to show you that I know you.

Henry subjected himself to the mortifying experience of being known and it results in them getting married. Because Alex fell in love and he made the choice to see it through. He could have bailed at any time - hell, Henry himself even gave him an out. And what was Alex's response to that?

He wrote him a list and ended with this:

20. The fact that you loved me all along I keep thinking about that last one ever since you told me, and what an idiot I was. It’s so hard for me to get out of my own head sometimes, but now I’m coming back to what I said to you the night in my room when it all started, and how I brushed you off when you offered to let me go after the DNC, how I used to try to act like it was nothing sometimes. I didn’t even know what you were offering to do to yourself. God, I want to fight everyone who’s ever hurt you, but it was me too, wasn’t it? All that time. I’m so sorry. Please stay gorgeous and strong and unbelievable. I miss you I miss you I miss you I love you. I’m calling you as soon as I send this, but I know you like to have these things written down.

(Emphasis is mine. Obvs.)

Alex knows that he has been loved since the Olympics, and the way that Henry has loved him has changed (which is different to altering) because to begin with Henry denied himself Alex to protect himself, and then after the DNC he offered to deny himself Alex to protect Alex. To give Alex a shot at his dream and life plans, all the things that Henry didn't think he could be a part of.

That moment, that offer Henry made, is before the storming of Kensington when everything is laid bare for Alex - how Henry thought he could have something, a small piece of Alex until Alex got bored or frustrated and then left him. (The infererence that other people have done that to Henry in the past will never leave me or not break my heart.) But now Henry knows that Alex is all in, will wait for however long it takes for them to work this out, and so that email is Alex's promise and reminder of that. The stream of "I miss you" without pause going straight into "I love you" makes it clear - Alex isn't even pausing for breath to let Henry know this and he will speak to Henry before he reads this but Alex knows him. Knows he likes to "have these things written down".

Here is my promise to you. Here is that reminder. Here is my choice.

So when Bea tells Alex that he needs to love and accept all the parts of Henry because Henry is willing to give Alex all of those pieces of him, Alex's response is instant. He's already made that choice, even if he didn't consciously realise it. So much of his relationship with Henry has been unconscious and he's caught up with his brain weeks, months, years later down the line.

“But I’ve always felt it, in him. There’s this side of him that’s … unknowable.” He takes a breath. “But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That’s the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

Alex knows that he will never fully understand what it was like for Henry to lose his father in the way that he did. He can be told the story and he can see the effect of it but he cannot understand it. Not fully. His love-as-a-noun is looking on the tempest of Henry's emotions and he's not moving.

He is choosing to stand on the cliff and he is choosing to jump off it. He loves Henry. He loves the Henry who has depression and grief so visceral it incapacitates him. He loves the Henry who crafts words so carefully to express more than the words themselves ever could. He loves the Henry who is funny and smart and cutting with his wit. He loves the Henry who gives himself up so completely and loves so deeply.

Alex loves Henry all the more because he sees just how strong and brilliant he is behind the polished veneer of the Prince of Wales. (For this I could copy in the entire maps email, or the scene after the LA hotel night when Alex watches Henry transform himself into the Prince.) Alex loves Henry all the more because he is let in on those dark moments, that Henry trusts him and wants him there when he is at his most vulnerable.

Alex loves Henry for who he is, and Henry is who he is because he's been through all the things he's been through. The perfect version of the prince that Alex sneered at at the beginning of the book, the one that he was enamoured with but didn't have the words or the emotional intelligence to understand why, has been altered with each new revelation. Alex has discovered more and more about who Henry is behind that front he puts on to the world and he's still here, standing in Kensington, telling Bea he's not going anywhere. Even if he never fully understands it, even if this part of Henry remains slightly shrouded to him because he can understand the concept but not the reality.

Alex's love did not alter when it alteration found.

[vendetta-if]

𝓱𝓲 💖 (sorry for this asdkjfhjijhj)

im back and i have returned (to everyone's dismay) and i come bearing gifts - i have found the pages where i had my vendetta sequel mc drawn in!! 😈

here's my first doodle of rei when i was designing him - i didnt have the proper markers to colour him in but i used what markers i could get my hands on at the time lol but i did fuck up his face :( (closeup)

now i have lots of doodles i drew alongside this fullbody design of his and without further ado >:)

here are some facts i wrote about him 😊 as well as rei decorating his helmet :D though i'll write it down here if you can't read my messy ass handwriting (sorry about that hsjdhsd) »»————- ★ ————-«« FACTS ABOUT REI 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO: ➭ loves all things cutesy and colourful ➭ acts and whines like an actual toddler (because it forces his family to give him attention whenever he's being an actual pain in the ass 💞) ➭ reckless af and hates when people fret over him or protect him (that's his job. 👺) ➭ unironically thinks that blood splatters on his clothes look good on him (rei doesn't care if he's seen covered in blood in public, he can make millions of excuses why it isn't blood >:D) " NO this isn't blood this is paint 😇" " tf did you think this was?? i spilled my kool aid all over my clothes 😪" just to name a few, lol ➭ would honestly sell his soul for a lifetime supply of strawberry milkshakes (this is totally not me projecting myself onto rei when it comes to taro milk tea 💀) »»————- ★ ————-««

now here's another doodle of rei using his blood manipulation powers 😋 also ignore the pencil text below LMAO

so i did mention in my first ask about rei that he loves to explode things- yeah um idk if luka and jackal would give their menace of a son explosives or a grenade launcher if they knew that this is how he'd act with them LMFAOO

i also mentioned that rei makes the best belgian waffles! (send help hes holding me at gunpoint and forcing me to say this) here's rei offering a divine dish of waffles to my vendetta mc, remedy / remi 💕💕 and look at his face! his mouth is practically watering in anticipation to gobble up the waffles! 💗💝💘💓

okay on a side note- i made some small drawings of rei in a different outfit and was actually gonna include this in the ref but i didnt like it because it looked ugly 😭 so i made a poor life decision to cut these two abominations out and now they're on my phone 💟 (closeups)

anyways now here have a drawing of rei as demoman from the hit game tf2!!11!1!11!! 😲😳

(he really looks like a dollarstore demoman lol)

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now if you have been on the internet during its baby phase im sure you may understand the reference i used for this doodle 🤭

yknow looking back at this downgraded rip off drawing of the original this is actually a shit drawing LMAO (how tf do you draw flames and smoke pls help 💔) now one thing i like to headcanon about rei is that whenever he starts to get frustrated or is having a hard time with carrying out an assassination he decides to do fuck all and blow everything up with literally anything flammable he could find because no target survives being blown to oblivion! (which happens more often than you think...) i like to think while this is an easy way out for rei, it is an absolute nightmare and a headache for the rest of his family 😌 (they probably would have to deal with unwanted attention because rei doesn't give a shit about keeping a low profile and people may tie him to the Morozovs 🤗 they also may struggle to come up with cover stories as these arson incidents become more frequent - because rei is the type of person who values quantity over quality, where he challenges himself to complete multiple assassinations so he can receive praise from his family 😂🤪 and it also doesn't help that he would rather cut corners and take the easy way out when it comes to his work) luka and jackal: " these fires are getting out of hand, we can't keep doing this... " fucking rei: " DAD 1 AND DAD 2!! LOOK!! THATS ME!! THAT BURNING BUILDING, I DID THAT!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD " (reference used):

now moving on to a somewhat ironic drawing, here's a doodle of rei in a raincoat vibing in the rain ✨(aside from overalls, rei loves to wear raincoats - and would rather wear them instead of wintercoats when it's cold LOL) rei is the type of person to prioritize fashion than comfort :(

now here's a crappy drawing of cousin bonding time (rei and remedy) tbh i dont really like this scribble lol - this is just filler because i hated empty patches in my paper 🤡

now, a word from our sponsor; rei himself!! he is presenting his aforementioned homemade waffles in greater detail :) and now, cue the advertisement that totally is not completely false and not just rei's delusional and stubborn ramblings on that he creates the best waffles and that waffle makers are inferior to him ☺️

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Rei's amazing homemade Belgian waffles! ♥ (𝑀𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝒻𝒻𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇!) ♥ 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲! (𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝) ♥ ♥ 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘀 (𝙏𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘, 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 >:( ) ♥ ♥ 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘆𝗿𝘂𝗽 >:) (𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡!) ♥ ♥ 𝟷𝟶/𝟷𝟶 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛! (𝙍𝙚𝙞'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜! :) ) ♥

i feel like im trying too hard to be funny here, lmao 🤡💀 anyways, here are the full pages of all of the drawings :D

alright so thats finally all i have - if i somehow get my motivation to draw or do literally anything productive ill start working on my vendetta mc's (remedy) ref sheet 👹 (im sorry for this cesspool of cringe again btw LMAO)

Rei sounds so chaotic and kinda sweet at the same time 😆

Also, I love the lil headcanon about the waffle. You can bet that big bro will boast about how his lil brother can make really good waffles to his friends whenever he hang out or has breakfast with them 🥺

Thank you for sharing all these lovely drawings and headcanons about your upcoming sequel MC 🥰

[crowborn666-writes]

I have two scenarios for you, one from mha and one from kny 😌

let's go with dabi/touya first because he's mad cool (and traumatized but we vibe with that here): heroes are getting suspicious that someone probably must be helping touya, and since you've helped him on multiple occasions as his lover (whether it was to get away from heroes, patch him up when injured or similar acts of assistance), as much as you don't want to leave him on his own, you come to the conclusion it's better you disappear for a certain while just in case, plus it's better that way. In the case where you'd be caught, they'd take you away and you could not help him at all anymore, whereas if you left for a little while you'd still be able to help him, which is what you think is best, despite having to say goodbye for some time. So, one evening, while day shifts to night, you ask him to meet you in a secluded area to explain that to him and also say goodbye, which I can imagine the dialogue ending somehow like this: “don't be too careless while I'm gone, yeah?” “who do you take me for?” “I knew you'd say that... well anyway, you better be waiting for me” “your wish is my command, my love” etc. but the thing is, the whole time, he looks laid back, almost aloof, but deep down he really doesn't want you to leave, and he hopes having that demeanor and joking/flirting it out will attenuate the pain but it doesn't really, although I do believe their parting scene would be beautiful.

then I'm thinking of muichiro (still amnesiac) coming back from a mission and having this irresistible urge to go see someone but without knowing who, and that really frustrates him until he sees you and everything suddenly makes sense, you were the one he wanted to see so bad, and that's when he realizes how much you mean to him <3

hope you like these, and good luck with the rest!

(I was gonna write them both, but when I started Dabi’s my brain said “no :)”, so that’ll for a later date maybe ^^)

(First time writing for Muichiro too, so he may be ooc!)

Remembrance

Muichiro x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Platonic

Summary: Muichiro knows he wants to see someone, but he just can’t remember who.

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Muichiro shuffled through the gate to the Butterfly Estate, wincing slightly at the wound in his side. As soon as he set foot through the gate, he could feel it.

He needed to check on someone.

…Wait, but who…?

He shook his head. He’d… figure it out, somehow.

It wasn’t long before a nurse came rushing to his battered form, guiding him inside and immediately setting out to dress his wounds.

That feeling again, it was nagging at him.

Another shake of his forgetful head, hands taking the cup of medicine and bringing it to his lips.

Hands balled into fists, Muichiro was struggling with that nagging feeling. Who did he want to see so badly?!

He walked through the garden slowly, originally taking a calming stroll before his mind began nagging at him. His eyes lifted at a clash of swords, spotting Sanemi and Rengoku sparring together a ways away.

He let out a soft sigh, continuing his walk with furrowed brows.

“Muichiro!”

Said boy lifted his head, eyes landing on you.

Immediately, it was like the never ending fog was lifted.

You.

You were the person he wanted—needed to see.

An easy smile overtook his face, all previous frustration immediately forgotten.

“Hello (Y/n).” He greeted once you were close enough, watching as you dig into your pocket.

“I’m so glad to see you’re back safe and sound! I had found this pretty blue stone just after you left and I’ve been dying to give it to you!” You rambled on as usual, your voice welcome to Muichiro’s ears as you passed on a blue and white stone to his awaiting hand.

“It looks like the sky.” He was grinning now, eyes full of warmth when he looked back up to you.

You smiled back just as brightly, happy to see his smile.

[sunnyfoxsstuff]

New chapter guy's!! Bcuz i thought of it while dreaming 😌👌✨ (even if my Dreams are usually a Big mess of everythin-)

Chapter 8:a burst of wind

In the past few weeks he xuan would try training shi qingxuan but its never easy to train someone who Can quickly change their mind on somethin else at these Times he xuan would either pinch his ear's or throw some water on him but After some week's of that he xuan had to go back to his duties and by that he had to go back to his territory something was wrong he didnt know what yet so he would do round's of check up here and there in the day atleast it gave him more Time with his fish's of course it also meant that he saw hua cheng for some and hua cheng loooved trying to make him angry of course he would succeed and get kicked out

Since he xuan was busy shi qingxuan on his side was bored out alone so he'd go daily in the forest exploring it deeper everytime he'd go there of course he'd go visit xie lian sometimes but xie lian isnt a Ghost and probably never will be he has to attend to the mortal's and do his own thing's

After a while of exploring the forest sqx had found a small ravin it was deep but he could hear the sound of water down there guessing there's probably a river down there it was getting late though so he decided to go back home and rest for the night

The next day he went to the village seeing that their food storage was again getting emptyed we know by who but he couldnt just complain and tell him to eat less he has Always ate the amount of eight people if not more because of it he passed his morning to the beginning of afternoon getting food not because it was heavy but because he had again got caught by the clothe's and jewelry's

Complaining on his way back that he shouldnt have looked at the clothe's and jewelry's and that he shouldve just took the food and go back home not surprisingly the house was still empty when he got back to put the food in the storage imediatly After he took the fan and ran off into the forest once again

The Sun was still up enough when he got to the ravin he looked down wondering how he'd get down there before remembering that he is dead and that these kind of thing's were easy task's

So qingxuan jumped down but landed on his bad leg's which made him known that because of his decision he was now in pain and fell down it may be the only Time he wished he had a walking stick but he was on Sand it probably wouldnt have been very usefull

He got up and tried his best to walk despite limping the wall was a good help

After a little bit it was getting dark when suddenly he Heard a noise, a noise coming from the river he looked back stopping in his track it was a really Bad time to get attacked by something, he didnt see anything moving so he continued his walk finally seeing a way out even if he would have to climb a bit

When suddenly he heard the noise again and turned back this time he Saw it, it was one of he xuan's Big fish skeleton jumping at him mouth open ready to bite shi qingxuan, he closed his eye's and imediatly openned his fan swinging it once thinking he did nothing but a small breeze but when he openned his eye's again he Saw the fish getting pushed back in the river, taking his chance he ran as best as he could and climbed up, when the fish tried to bite him again he was too high up for him and fell back

Sqx imediatly went to the nearby Big tree sitting down before lifting his arm's up happy to have manage to get out of this situation on his own to then realise he really summoned the air again, it had answered him and protected him from this fish

Feeling too tired After all this and not wanting to bear the pain of his leg more he decided to rest there for the night

Earlier today on he xuan's side, while doing his round in and around the water checking the barriers he putted down

After that he fed his fish's and counted them noticing one was missing and wondered why he'd go off like that, there's only 2 river's connected to his territory following the first one he only stumbled upon a peacefull lake with normal fish's no Big skeleton one so he went back and followed the other one stumbling upon his fish, he of course took Care of it putting it back to his place and noticed footprint's on the sand to then be mixed with handprint's climbing not like he cared but he still went to check it out

Finding shi qingxuan near a tree sighing at the sight waking him up of course thinking he was getting attacked again he swinged his fan and projected he xuan against a tree, qingxuan got up running to he xuan forgetting his leg to then fall face flat on the ground

SQX:"are you ok? Im sorry i thought it was the fish again" he said lifting his body up to sit down looking at he xuan

HX:"dont worry im fine hua cheng does worse" he paused looking at qingxuan which his clothe's were dirty from the Sand but more importantly he seemed to hold his Bad leg "its hurting? What did you do this Time? I doubt my fish was able to bite you even just once."

Shi qingxuan chuckled a bit "well i- jumped down and landed on it so yeah it hurt's and are you kidding? Your fish almost bit me twice! If i hadnt the wind i wouldve got eaten! Im too pretty to die chewed up by a fish!"

HX:"well i took Care of him, anyway's Can you walk? I dont wanna stay outside like a poor man"

SQX:"is that a way to mock how i used to sleep on rock cold ground's before i die?"

HX:"kind of" walking away in the direction of the house

SQX:"hey! Wait for me!" Getting up flinching when putting pressure on the leg limping trying to follow he xuan

He xuan then stopped and looked back for once looking at shi qingxuan who was having a hard time walking

SQX:"sorry- i'll be there in some i just-.. hurted my leg, some dumb decision of mine again y'know how it is" laughing a bit embarrassed

He xuan stared for a bit before walking toward's qingxuan turning his back infront him and kneeling down "Come on get on before i change my mind."

Qingxuan hesitated but still got on he xuan's back "sorry i'll think more next Time"

HX:"you better because this is a one time thing, next time you'll use a walking stick" starting to walk back home "you should rest."

SQX:"but i'll bother you more then"

HX:"worry more about you less about me."

SQX:"...ok..but i'll still worry 'bout you weither you like it or not" yawning

HX:"whatever its not my problem" looking back seeing that sqx fell asleep pretty quickly, After some minute's of walking they got home and he xuan putted sqx to bed before going to sleep himself

Heyaaaallll i Hope you enjoyed Reading this New chapter which i legit wrote all day of course i took pause's but ye anyways cya next Time ;p

[literaryconneseiur]

SOCIAL PATH ANALYSIS TIME!!!!

I'm always doing this when I want something to do that'll occupy my mind. There's a lot of it, and none of it may be accurate. Art exists for interpretation, though, right? So I'll see what I can offer. Be warned, my thoughts will be haphazard because it's past two in the morning and I have a headache.

Now let's start with the obvious. I think we've all clocked that Social Path is a play for the word Sociopath. Stray Kids do that a lot, right? Bend words to wrap around themselves because maybe they feel imprisoned by what the original word represents? Maybe they feel it is a label, and if they must carry one of those, they'd rather design it themselves.

The opening is "gave up my youth for my future"😭😭

An alien (foreigner) in the town.

All the hate, all the broken lines. All the anger and the resolve.

Oh my God, there are so many layers to this song😭🫠.

Their voices meld so well together. Not to mention the instrumentals, which sound genius, yes, but a bit light and excited too. The lyrics though—

It makes so much sense, at least from the perspective I'm looking at. Them being adrift, like comets, with the possibility of crashing or continuing to float.

Being lost in a sea of bodies, just giving up. Hands and words and chains reaching for them, people telling them to give up, trying to hold them down.

I don't know if it goes this deep, but felix has only one wing, the pain it must've taken to loose the other but still hold on to that one side. Did it get ripped out? Did he stumble and decide to "rise up stronger"?

And in the end, they stand as if they have won a battle, Bruised perhaps, but they've victorious. And a war still awaits.

There's more people...

A different line of thought, I'm thinking the part Lee Know is on his bed, a place that should be one of comfort and rest and privacy for him, and hands are frantically reaching for him despite how much he's curling into himself might have something to do with fans and their mega obsessions and lack of respect for their private lives.

Not to mention the same faceless people made bang chan feel choked, and he never did escape them in the video. But then there's a part where they stand and lift him up, till he's floating.

I don't know. There is so much hyper-symbolism in everything that I'm getting wrapped up in it, too.

If we begin breaking down the MV scene by scene them you will get to see the full picture and not fragments of the message they trying to pass on

The M/V fits the lyrics totally.

The scene where Han was chained??

Where the chains fear?

Was it doubt? Was it pain? Was it the endless dread of the future?

And the fact that he was chained alone, in a fortress where he saw nothing but himself. Was that a way of showing how he kept all the pain, the negative emotions locked away inside of him, how he projected it onto himself?

Life isn't easy, neither is any of this simple, and they showed it in rock and roll😌🫠 how amazing is that!!!!!!

When everyone ignored I.N? Why?

Others debuted but not BangChan....it was like he wasn't seen,he wasn't heard...in the midst of everyone,he stood alone with no one to hold

Then them pushing through all those throes of faceless people that signify not just people but every single hurdle they have had to overcome and come out stronger just to keep this dream alive.

I cannot even begin to unpack all this. Making them laugh while they feel empty? It echoes, it's loud. Having to appeal to a world that barely even wants them. And the line "meant to be my dream". I'm sure no one expected dreams to hurt this much, especially not people who were barely more than children, reaching for something they could never imagine having. Like I said, their life in a nutshell. They said, "It was supposed to be their dream," not something to expand their worries.

And I feel like that space simulation is a safe space, the chorus happens there, maybe its each other.

That scene was a lot. The m/v was so intense that at first glance, one would assume it was nothing but chaos, but isn't that what life looks like from the outside? There is so much to unpack about it and it's so easy to judge another.

There's more everyone but I feel I should save it for another day.

Before I stop though, I'll have to mention the theory I keep seeing from other people on tiktok and Instagram. They say each scene depicts a members fear, Here it goes:

Changbin: Nightmares.

Lee Know: Fear of Heights

Felix: Overthinking

Seungmin: Fear of small spaces I.e Claustrophobia

I.N: Fear of being ignored

Han: it think ita fear if being forgotten/ Anxiety.

Hyunjin: Fear of being alone.

Bang Chan: I think its him loosing his voice.

There's the whole Lisa aspect. Does she represent their dream? Is she a villainous character in the M/V? Am I just a crazy human? Yes.

[syrupsyche]

Chapter 5 & epilogue of "Even If There Are Monsters" Director's Commentary

I wrote a Les Mis x Dracula AU! You can read the other commentaries here:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Now onto the last chapter!

“Monsieurs,” I said firmly. “I would like to think that I am just as much of a friend to Enjolras as you all were to him. As such, I believe that I deserve to help solve this mystery too, and help him rest in peace. Do not keep me from any secrets; tell me all that you know.”

One of the big reasons why Cosette feels so similar to Mina for me is bc of how often they were left out of their respective narratives. Cosette is never told anything from Valjean and Marius and Mina isn't told anything from Jonathan and co. either. (Un)fortunately when tragedy strikes in Dracula, Mina gets the full story, but Les Mis ends without Cosette's narrative being truly resolved 😢 Hope this part makes their connection even more obvious, and allows Cosette for a little more agency to demand a space in the narrative.

“That is good,” he repeated. “Cosette, love…I do not want you to get hurt.”

“Nothing will hurt me.”

“I do not want you to get hurt, but I do not like lying to you, either.” Marius looked devastated now.

And Marius, similar to Jonathan, didn't even think about keeping secrets from Cosette in the first place, though he does so more readily than Jonathan. In this fic, I gave him a mix of both feelings: torn between protecting Cosette and not wanting to lie to her either

“You must rest more yourself, Marius,” I said as a response, slightly alarmed by how much he had changed.

“I am,” he insisted. “You need not fret over me; I am more sane than I look.”

He did not seem to want to talk about his own being any longer, and seemed impatient when I tried to push.

There aren't a lot of emo/goth!Marius moments and for that I apologise; still, I loved writing the moments where we get Marius all grumpy and this 👌 close to snapping.

“Cosette, Cosette!” I cried, attempting to console her but she simply held me away at arms length, shaking her head and continuing to wail.

Rereading this made me realise how much I'm torturing poor Combeferre. First he gets rejected by his childhood friend and crush pre-fic, and then said friend dies TWICE in agony, and then another close friend is starting to become a vampire, and by the end of the fic, ANOTHER friend gets killed. Being Dracula AU!Combeferre sucks....

Cosette’s revelation stunned the men into silence, but I had known of my wife’s wonderful mind all along. I gathered her in my arms and kissed her cheek tenderly, unable to stop my smile from shining through.

Once again, it was hellish trying to figure out the timeline myself. And ngl, I feel like my compression of the timeline makes it incredibly easy to figure the whole plot out so the Amis are a lil inattentive in this fic tho tbf, they're also grieving the loss of Enjolras. It would still take sharp eyes and a good memory to piece them all together though, which Cosette/Mina manages to do wonderfully 🥰

If I'm not wrong, I also brought this conversation forward from a later moment, and squeezed it all in this scene. Mostly to save time bc GOD i am not (re)writing all the nitty gritty details of setting out for Transylvania. They are all well and good for the OG novel but you guys came here for angst!! And so angst I shall fast forward to. Still, I wanted to include this convo in the fic for basic plot reasons + another Smart Cosette moment 😌

“I understand,” Cosette replied at once. A look of curiosity now came over her. “Though- do you think this spell works conversely too?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he may occupy my thoughts, but who is to say I cannot occupy his? To hear of his plans; do you think that is possible, M. Prouvaire?”

Courfeyrac has confided that he has written a similar will, and I am sure most of the men have done the same. I cannot bear to lose any more of my brothers…but if we must die, I cannot say that I would prefer to die any other way: to be surrounded by those that I love, and whom I know loves me too.

This is the last we hear of Combeferre!! And he ends off reflecting about his friends 🥺 Hope he gets a good, peaceful life from here on out because God does he deserve it.

“You will have my word that you shall not have to deal a single blow upon Madame Cosette. I do not make such promises easily, especially those that I know I must keep, and so you can trust me in this: I will not allow her to die. I will not allow you to die. Whatever it is Enjolras and I have suffered, I shall see that you both need not face it as well.”

Literally the most obvious way one can say that they don't intend to make it out of the fight alive, but alas Marius doesn't really pick up on that. And even if he did, Grantaire would have still found a way to die and be with Enjolras, anyways.

“Only allow me this,” he interrupted. “I know that your thirst for vengeance is great: for you were the first to be tortured by that monster, and that your wife has too been tortured. You deserve the killing strike, no doubt. Only- will you allow me to deal a blow too, together with you? For Enjolras’ sake.”

I was happy I was about to make this a plot-significant thing. I haven't really understood why Quincey was the one to get a hit on Dracula and die by the end of the OG novel (maybe someone can tell me their own theories/analysis?) but for my fic, Grantaire getting a hit and dying to join Enjolras makes much more obvious sense for his character

And to lift my spirits, he quietly sang a song. I had not known that I quite missed his music and his playing, ever since those first few days in Cette where he had performed and we had all sang along…I did not sleep, but my heart certainly felt much lighter. I am comforted by the knowledge that the men around me are good and brave, even in the darkest of times.

A little Prouvaire and Cosette friendship moment!! And a singing Prouvaire too, to harken back to his reciting of verses moment on the barricades in the Brick. Thankfully, unlike his canon version, Prouvaire doesn't die afterwards :DD

I raised my pistol as such, and soon saw the glint of a large dagger, swinging down towards Marius’ back.

“Marius!” I cried, and aimed my pistol.

I did not put Cosette in a binding circle like Mina because I was already fist-fighting the OG Dracula lore and logic and I didn't need another thing to worry about 😭 so yay Cosette can fight! But like most of the Cosettes I write, I don't want her to ever have to shoot or hurt anyone, so thankfully she doesn't have to pull the trigger. Still makes for a sick mental image though!

Promise me, madame, that you and Marius shall live a life full of mirth. Whatever happiness Enjolras and I could have had, I pass them all to you. You both shall live for us, and be happy.”

“I promise,” Marius and I said in unison.

One last Enjolras/Grantaire and Marius/Cosette parallel! exR takes on the tragic Gothic ending for themselves, and Marisette is gifted the chance to live on and experience the future 🥺. Kinda like their canon counterparts!

“Thank God, it has not been in vain. The sun is going, it is almost gone. Ah, I see the great Apollo disappearing over the mountains, in that bright chariot of his. I must follow him, and bid you all…my friends…a farewell for now. The beautiful Apollo is waiting for me. Shall I join you, my love? Will you permit it?”

Of course I had to include Grantaire’s iconic OFPD lines 😔 Quincey watching the sunset as he dies is also such a good scene that I had to have Grantaire do so as well, and it's a perfect way to link it to Enjolras's Apollo imagery too....

Cosette firmly believes that our boy contains parts of Grantaire and Enjolras both. His bundle of names link all our little band of men together, but we call him René.

God help Marius and Cosette to raise a child with both of exR's qualities. Also, baby Quincey's name in OG Dracula is already clowned on in the fandom by having all the men's names, who knows how long baby René's full name is when it's made up of ALL the Amis's names??

In time, he shall learn of all the love that we have, and will continue to have, for each other. To know that, despite it all, there will always be good men in his world, even if there are monsters.”

Ending off with the title, which is one of my favourite quotes, and as one Tumblr post points out, quite possibly the thesis statement of Dracula. And fits very well with Les Amis's friendship, IMO! There will be monsters to face, but there will always be friends to fight alongside with them too :')

And this is the end of the director's commentary!! 🥺🥺 Thank you to those who have read the fic AND all of these commentaries; this AU is very near and dear to my heart and I'm glad so many of you like it too!! <33 and as always, feel free to send an ask about anything in this fic anytime; it is always a joy to talk about it