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⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️
#ultimate obscure santa#polls#Jolly Round 3#Noni the Christmas Reindeer#Star Twinkle Precure#im cheering on funky santa here. I believe in him
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ROUND 3 BRACKET B
Carrion belongs to @sonic-adventure-3
Jolly belongs to @killer-wizard
Find out more about them below!
Carrion:
a trained assassin, proficient in all kinds of weapons and combat, but they stay silly. part of a trio of freelance postal workers/hitmen, delivering packages and “delivering packages” interchangeably. they keep the same expression almost always, and they don’t talk much but when they do it’s always a quip or something deeply off-putting that comes out of their mouth. doesn’t take much seriously, likes knives, scampers, will do anything to protect the easygoing life they now live with their two friends/coworkers/family, 16, silly.
Jolly:
she is a 9 year old dog, who is very excitable and loves candy. no one really knows where she came from! she loves to break into eggman's base to bother him, and no matter what he does, they always manage to break back in. she likes to steal his badniks and leave them for tails to make a cool robot out of, because they love robots so much.
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Round 3 Match 7
Propaganda:
Jolly Roger
The only entry to be so iconic it gets an emote. How can you vote for anything else? 🏴☠️🏴☠️🏴☠️
Cubone
Mom dead 😔
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#christmas music#poll#tournament poll#what's this?#holly jolly christmas#the nightmare before christmas#danny elfman#Burt Ives#rudolph the red nosed reindeer#Youtube#Round 3
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Propaganda
Julie Andrews (The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins)—Oh where to start .... I'm not sure I even know how. She's just perfection. And it's not fair I can't bring post 70s work into this, because she just gets better and better, and her drag performance in to die for. But in the era I CAN talk about, she shows she has THE RANGE. Beautiful, feisty, funny, holding her own against Christopher Plummer, Paul Newman, Rock Hudson. Oh she's luminous.
Edwige Fenech (The Seducers, Madame and Her Niece, Heads or Tails)—this might be a slightly cheeky submission but please understand that i must try given that she is the most beautiful woman in the world) Number 1 European sleaze babe! The star of many giallo movies and with a beautiful face like that, is it a surprise? Whether she's screaming in horror, making evil plots or seducing a hapless detective, I cannot avert my gaze from her striking eyes. Wonderful actress and absolute style icon <3
This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Julie Andrews propaganda:
"She has such a simple but amazing beauty to her. Not to mention her amazing and melodic singing voice!"
"Roles like nannies and governesses can make us forget how attractive she was! A perfect combination of elegant and adorable, with the most incredible vocal range to boot!"
"Besides having one of the most amazing singing voices ever to grace the silver screen, Julie always had an understated beauty to her that wasn't always shown off on screen. But it's there nonetheless because her characters managed to pull some of the hottest men ever to grace the screen."
"The juxtaposition between carefree Maria and stern but fun Mary Poppins shows the power of the acting of this HOT VINTAGE MOVIE WOMAN"
"Charming, genteel, incredibly charismatic, beautiful, and has an angelic singing voice to boot. Her screen roles as Maria in The Sound of Music and Mary Poppins are absolutely iconic for a reason and she originated several well-known Broadway roles before those."
"the most beautiful woman 12 year old me had ever seen possibly"
"OMG OMG OMG she’s definitely been submitted before how could she NOT but!!!! I loveeee her so muchhhh rahhhh prebby!!!! cool!!!! mary poppins the beloved <33333 some people dislike it but I love jolly holiday so much because it IS a jolly holiday with Mary!!! no wonder that it’s Mary that we love!!!!!"
"I know many people who were taught in singing lessons "when in doubt, pronounce words how julie andrews would pronounce them." THATS CALLED INFLUENCE. THATS CALLED MOTHERING THOUSANDS."
#edwige fenech#julie andrews#hotvintagepoll#ladies 1#fuck that old woman#the sound of music#mary poppins
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No problem! >83
I am working my way through the Fusions right now, although this one has been a bit difficult [not to draw. They were difficult on deciding a style, hehe]
This is Kentroy Malarkey and Jolly-O Wipplesnit's fusion: Keaton Peckpique
As we have both figured, they are highly unstable. Some of the extra limbs didn't even finish generating when these two fused!!!
Also, their theme is based on Jolly Rancher's AwesomeTwosome bites; which is a sliver of soft candy wrapped in a thick candy belt. Kind of ironic when you consider that these two don't consider the fusion awesome, huh?
Damn, look at this furious boi! Love it, thanks! >83
#wreck it ralph#sugar rush#sugar rush oc#fusion#keaton peckpique#kentroy malarkey#jolly o wipplesnit#answered#sketch page#sketched#my sketchbook#sketches#sketch#character fusion#fusion character#fusion design#unstable fusion#male fusion#purely sugar rush fusion#lost silver#non animal fusions#wheel of fusion: round 3#wheel of fusion#fusion prompt request
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A Love For Christmas Part 7
Hello! Welcome to penultimate chapter! I've been loving the little guess on the elf, who will be revealed tonight in the final chapter. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, and reblogged. You make my day brighter.
Sledding is fun is because it's dangerous. And the company holiday party arrives.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
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The next thing I put the little elf in charge of was the sleds used for sledding. There isn’t much to do in the North Pole, so we always trying to have some fun. Ice skating and sledding are two such pleasures we get to enjoy year round.
I let out a jolly laugh to see that they were finally having fun. Just enjoying themselves and being free.
I should have known that wasn’t going to last.
They got up on the highest hill with the swiftest sled and with one mighty push, they were careening down the slope, getting faster and faster.
I thought for sure they would hit the bottom of the slope and jackknife right into the snow bank at the bottom.
But I was wrong.
What happened might well be considered worse.
They hit the bottom of the slope, but instead of slowly, like it was meant to, it kept going. The elf tried to steer. To get it to slow down.
But it was fruitless.
They saw what was coming and dived off the sled, rolling into the snow. They rose in time to watch the runaway sled crash through the remaining snowpeople, knocking them down like bowling pins or dominoes.
They looked up at me, eyes wide with shame and bewilderment. There was no reason it should have continued like that.
And I suspected sabotage and sure enough another elf’s name appeared on my naughty list that afternoon.
So I gathered up the elf and told them, I would find something special for them to do. Something I knew they could be good at if they tried.
Making friends.
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When Steve told Eddie that he had never gone sledding because it was too dangerous, the arborist made his mission to get Steve on the slopes as soon as possible. But that meant it would be the morning of the office Christmas party, which Steve was absolutely fine with.
Hell, if it was as dangerous as his mother claimed, maybe he would be in the hospital with a broken leg and he wouldn’t even have to go.
He bought a nice two person sled as well a single seater and brought them to Eddie’s nursery as that was where he was meeting him.
Wayne came out first as he always did because he liked talking to Steve.
“Hey Steve,” he greeted warmly. “I hear you’re taking Eddie to that fancy ‘do of yours tonight. Aren’cha worried he might bring little bit more...bedlam then the occasion calls for?”
Steve threw back his head and laughed. “God, I hope so! I hope he brings all the chaos loving, long haired, metalhead energy he has in him. I want people to see how wonderfully wild and outrageous he is, because I that’s what I adore about him.”
Wayne blinked at him for a moment and then rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “And Eddie is aware of this...plan?”
“Yup!” Eddie said cheerfully, popping out from behind one of the Noble firs. “It’s part of the reason I agreed to go. Me and Stevie here are going to have a real good time.”
Wayne shook his head fondly. “All right, as long you both know what you’re in for, I’m not going to stop ya.”
“We’re taking my van,” Eddie said, turning to Steve, “if that’s okay.”
“Yup!” Steve replied licking his lips and pursing them to hide the bright smile on his face. “I’ll just grab my sleds and I’ll meet you at the van.”
“Great!” Eddie said full dimples on display and Steve couldn’t help the feeling of warmth that sunk into his soul that it was aimed at him.
He hurried to his car and got the two sleds out of his car and trotted over to Eddie’s van.
Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Wha’cha got two for?”
“I’m too chicken to go myself the first couple of times,” he said holding up the two-seater. “So I’m hoping you’ll go with me in this. And then...” he held up the single person sled, “once I’m brave enough to go on my own, that’s what this is for!”
Eddie cocked his head to the other side, admiring him. “That’s some good thinking. Of course I’ll come with you the first couple of times until you get your sled legs.”
Steve laughed, putting the sleds in the back of Eddie’s van. “What the fuck is sled legs?”
They both got in the van.
“It’s like sea legs only with sledding.”
Steve shook his head. “Of course it is. What was I thinking?”
“You weren’t,” Eddie said, starting the engine. “But that’s because you’re in the presence of the wonderful me! It’s such a trial to be this pretty!”
He leaned into Steve’s space and fluttered his eyelashes at him. So Steve did the only thing he could think of.
He kissed the tip of Eddie’s nose. “You’re cute.”
Eddie blushed and sputtered. “You’re going to ruin my reputation is what you’re going to be doing here, Stevie.”
Steve just laughed.
They got to the park where they were doing the sledding and the hills were covered in people of all ages screaming and laughing and just have a blast.
“This always looked so fun to me growing up,” Steve said wistfully. “But my mom would never allow me to go. Not even when my best friends tried to sic their moms at her. It was just too much for her precious boy.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat!” Eddie said gleefully throwing himself out of the van. Steve scrambled to catch up.
They grabbed their sleds and raced to the hill.
Will spotted them first and started waving vigorously. Steve and Eddie grinned, then made their way to them.
“Hey!” Mike said with a returning grin. “You guys made it. We’ve been here for hours!”
And they certainly looked it. Their cheeks and noses were red and their pants were soaked to their skin, but they looked like they could go all day without breaking their stride.
“Some of us work for a living,” Eddie groused. “Teenagers!”
“Nancy and Robin both work and they’ve been here all morning,” Dustin huffed, pointing over to the two girls.
There standing on the top of the hill in snow suits. Robin, Steve clocked immediately. She was in a mix-matched suit that was navy blue on the bottom but an ugly brown up top. The other girl was all in pink with bright blue mittens, cap, and scarf. Her curly hair stuck from her under her cap and her cheeks were rosy.
Honestly, if Steve hadn’t known any better, he would have pegged Eddie as her brother, not Mike.
“That was nice of their bosses to let them take the day off,” Steve said with a smirk. “Eddie’s is running the nursery with just him and Wayne, and my boss is a bag of dicks. So...maybe don’t compare what you don’t know.”
Everyone turned and looked at Steve wide-eyed like they had just witnessed a murder. Which, Steve thought with a huff, they probably had.
Then everyone oohhing and whistling and calling Mike out. He just rolled his eyes and said, “Whatever.”
That was when Steve knew he had truly won.
Eddie set down his sled and then took the two seater from Steve. “You ready for this, big boy?”
“I guess, I’m ready as I’ll ever be,” Steve said with a smile.
Eddie set up the sled at the top of the hill and said, “All right, you get on first and steer and I’ll push, okay?”
Steve nodded and did as he was told. Then suddenly they were off, sliding down the hill at breakneck speed. Steve did his best to avoid hitting the major bumps and too soon they were at the bottom of the hill.
“That was fun!” Steve said, turning around to face Eddie. “Let’s do that again!”
And so they did. Steve spent most of the afternoon on the two seater or drinking hot chocolate with Robin, trying to warm up to go back at it. She was there to supervise.
“I’m here to make sure no one gets hurt,” she said dryly. “I’m just too uncoordinated to do it.”
“So come with me on the two-seater,” Steve said. “I’ll push and you steer.”
Robin chewed her lip and then nodded. Steve grabbed it from where it was sitting next to him and hauled it over to the top of the hill. Once they were all sorted, Steve pushed them off with a shriek of laughter and they were tearing off down the hill.
They slowed at the bottom and she looked back at Steve with a wide grin. “Let’s do that again!”
Steve laughed as she echoed his previous statement.
Then it was time for Steve to try his solo trip down the hill. Robin agreed to push him gently down the hill and Eddie offered to spot him at the bottom to help ease his fears.
Steve got settled on the sled but before Robin could even push him, the sled wobbled and started off down the hill on its own. Steve yelped as he struggled to steer the sled. But it was no good, he was heading right for a bump.
“Look out!” he cried as he hit the bump going top speed.
Everyone at the bottom of the hill scrambled to get out of the way. Steve caught air and landed hard at the bottom of the hill, tumbling out of the sled and rolling to the side.
Eddie was standing over him when he finally dared to open his eyes. “Hey, you okay?”
Steve took a moment to take stock. “Sadly, yes. But I think that means I’m done for the day.”
Eddie burst out laughing and helped him to his feet. They said their goodbyes to everyone and made their way to Eddie’s van.
“Thanks so much for today,” Steve said as he climbed in. “It’s been really nice hanging out with you guys all month.”
Eddie smiled fondly. “Of course, Stevie. I just hope you find Christmas just a little bit better.”
“Yeah.”
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Eddie was dressed up as nicely as he could be, black button up shirt, nice black slacks, but he paired them with combat boots, a leather jacket and as many chains as he could get his hands on. Steve was dressed in a simple dark grey suit with a white shirt and red tie. Eddie thought he looked dashing.
They walked in through doors of Steve’s office building and while Eddie had been there before with the trees he hadn’t seen it decked out. Joyce’s ornaments were beautifully placed and Claudia’s cooking was being doled out by servers in black vests.
“Wow,” he murmured. “You sure do know how to plan a party. Damn, man. You did good for someone who out-nerved Robin that day when you came to the nursery.”
Steve blushed. “Thanks, Eds.”
Eddie’s head whipped over at the nickname and he just lit up brighter than the Christmas tree.
Then a loud, boisterous man came storming up to them. “Steven, what is the meaning of this? You were supposed to bring a date, not the help!”
Steve blinked at him a moment and then cocked his head to the side. “But you didn’t say that though. You said I was expected to bring someone, not a date. So I picked Eddie. He’s been a real asset to helping plan this party, I couldn’t have done it without him.”
Mr. Harrington stuttered and stammered before leaving the way he came, in a huff.
“So...that was you’re dad I’m assuming,” Eddie said with a grimace. “Because hooboy, I can see why you don’t talk about him much.”
“Yep,” Steve said dryly, rocking back on his heels. “Clint Harrington, asshole extraordinaire.”
“Hey, I’m going to get something to drink,” Eddie said trying to change the subject. “You want anything?”
“Just water.”
Eddie frowned at that but went and got him an apple cider, some food and goodies, and brought Steve over some water.
“There you go,” he said brightly.
“Thanks,” he said taking a sip of the water.
He held up his plate. “You want any of this?”
Steve shook his head. “I’ll eat later.”
Eddie dug into his food and they chatted. Everyone gave them both a wide berth and Steve loved every moment of it.
“Thanks for this,” Steve said brightly after the third person skirted around them. “I’ve never had such a peaceful party before.”
Eddie chuckled. “You’re welcome. I’m going to get more of the gingerbread snaps, you want anything.”
Again Steve shook his head.
“I don’t know why you won’t take any of the spoils of your labor,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You deserve to eat this too.”
Steve looked up at him with a slight smile. “I’m allergic to orange. I literally can’t have any of it because it’s likely been touched by orange in someway, and I’d rather not spend Christmas in the ICU.”
Eddie eyes went wide. “Come again?”
Steve shrugged. “My parents do this every year. I’ve been allergic since I was seven, but they always had Christmas with everything covered in orange and complained when I refused to eat any of it.”
“Dude,” Eddie hissed. “That’s like child abuse.”
“Yeah.”
Eddie looked around and saw that everyone else was having fun while Steve was forced to put on a smile and not enjoy any of it.
“Do you want to get out of here and grab a burger?”
Steve laughed. “Yeah, sure. I just need to do something really quick. I’ll meet you by the car.”
Eddie nodded and went downstairs.
Steve slipped into his office and sent off an email with a grin on his face. As he was leaving his father stopped him.
“I’m don’t know what you are trying to pull with this,” he hissed. “But your mother doesn’t want to see you until after New Year’s, she that upset!”
Steve shook him off. “Maybe I’ll get to eat something for Christmas for a change.”
He stormed off, racing down the stairs and out into the crisp winter air. Eddie was by Steve’s car and he just held his arms open.
Steve dashed right into them and buried his head into Eddie’s neck. “I just quit.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped. “You did what now?”
“I sent in my two weeks notice, dated today,” Steve said with a grin. “They won’t see until the 5th of next month when they all come back, but by then the two weeks will be up and they’ll have to give my severance as well as all my PTO that I’ve accrued.”
“And just how much will that be?” Eddie asked looking down at this man of his dreams.
“At least sixty thousand dollars,” Steve replied, his grin growing wider. “Enough to get me through school to get my teaching degree so I can teach middle school.”
Eddie burst out laughing. “You are a menace, Steve Harrington.”
“Yeah.”
“Come over to our place on Christmas,” Eddie said, “enjoy the holiday for a change.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
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Part 8
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#my writing#stranger things#steddie#ladykailtiha writes#hallmark christmas au#businessman steve harrington#christmas tree farmer eddie munson
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December Fic Day 5 ~ Party
Summary: You and Logan chaperone for the school's annual Christmas Party.
Warnings: none that I'm aware of but please correct me if I'm wrong
Pairings: pretty sure this is suitable for everyone (fem!reader/male!reader/gn!reader) but I am still new to writing anything other than fem!reader so any pointers are greatly appreciated.
Enjoy and please like and comment if you do. Something as simple as an emoji literally makes my day better so please don't hesitate to comment and obviously reblog to share my work.
December Masterlist
“It’s not even the second week of December! Can someone please explain why we’ve decided, well no actually I had no input in this, why you’ve all decided that today is the day to throw a Christmas Party? Huh?” Logan had been ranting about the annual Christmas party for the last hour and a half. His complaint was that he didn’t have enough time to mentally prepare but you knew that the only reason he was so annoyed was because every other year he’d managed to escape it by, coincidentally, being on a mission that day.
“Because in case you forgot, jackass, most of the kids go home for winter break on Sunday so we decided to involve them all this year. Isn’t it exciting?” You teased, nudging him with your elbow. “Oh and guess what? I signed us both up for chaperoning! You get to experience it this year, baby. Isn’t it exciting?!” Logan just stared at you, his mouth slightly open as Storm failed to stifle her laugh and Scott just clapped Logan on the shoulder.
“Yeah baby. Exciting.” Scott mocked and Logan growled, his claws starting to slide from his knuckles before you slapped his arm and shot him a glare. “Party starts at 5. Don’t be late or you're on detention duty till New Years.”
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Trying to fight Logan into a suit was impossible. The man was almost 200 years old and yet it felt like you were trying to convince one of the younger students that wearing their pyjamas to class wasn’t acceptable. “You are not wearing jeans and a flannel to this damn party, Logan. I swear to god, put the suit on or I am moving back into my room for the rest of the month.” You threatened and Logan looked betrayed, scowling at you from where he stood in the corner of the room, ‘not sulking’. “3…2…-”
“Alright, fine! I’ll wear the fuckin’ suit. Jesus!” He pulled on the slacks, shirt and jacket, doing up his buttons and belt before glaring at you.
“And the tie.” You added, holding out the black material for him. He put it round his neck as you took it upon yourself to tie it for him, knowing he'd get impatient and probably rip it to shreds. “There we go, don’t you look handsome.”
He met your gaze and grumbled. “Ever threaten me with something that serious again and we will have problems.” He said, sternly with a hint of possessiveness in his tone. “What does chaperoning entail exactly?”
“Logan, your responsibilities as a chaperone are the same as they are every other day of the bloody week. Keep them out of trouble, keep them safe and for the older ones-.”
“Hands to their bloody selves.” He muttered and you rolled your eyes at him.
“Well I was going to say make sure they don’t get into our alcohol store but I suppose yours works too.”
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The festivities had been underway for a grand total of 23 minutes and 47 seconds before Logan stormed over, his signature scowl on his face and his breathing heavy. “Woah Mr Grinch… calm the hell down. What’s wrong? Why do you look like you’ve just caught Scott fucking your mother?” You teased but Logan just growled, pointing over to Jean who was standing laughing with Storm.
“Santa Claus! Fucking Santa Claus. Did you sign me up for this shit too? Huh?”
“Oh… no that was not my doing but… you are kind of the best fit, babe.”
“You think I look like some holly jolly fat bastard who mopes around eating cookies and drinking milk? Thanks bub, real affectionate!”
“Look, Scott doesn’t have the facial hair and we don’t have a fake beard, Beast has too much facial hair and Kurt is blue for fucks sake. C’mon Logan… for the kids? For Pippa?”
Pippa was one of the only students Logan had actually taken to in the years he had been working at the school. The 7 year old treated him normally, didn’t try to push his buttons and did nothing but sing his praises to everyone else, so much so that you and the rest of your colleagues were convinced she had a slight crush on him.
“You’re cruel.”
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That was how Logan found himself sitting on the most uncomfortable chair known to mankind, in the corner of the hall, one of the older kids using their power to dye his beard and hair white, in the itchiest red Santa suit and a pillow shoved underneath it, courtesy of Scott.
The kids took turns sitting on Santa’s lap, telling him the present they wanted for Christmas, which Logan then had to report back to Jean who was dressed as an elf so that Charles could buy each of the children a Christmas present, and then they would collect a bar of chocolate from Storm and go back to dancing their little hearts out to whatever Christmas song Scott played. It didn’t take long to get through all the kids and Logan was quick to wave goodbye to them all and disappear back to your room to change back into his suit.
When he finally returned, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips in thanks but were rudely interrupted by Pippa tugging on Logan’s sleeve. “Professor Howlett? Professor Howlett.”
Logan took a deep breath, calming himself down so as not to snap at the poor child. “Pippa. Everything alrigh’?” The young girl nodded eagerly and it was then that you saw Jean and Storm giggling again like teenagers. You excused yourself to walk over to them, leaving Logan talking to Pippa who was animatedly retelling the story of meeting Santa Claus and telling him what she wanted for Christmas.
“What are you two giggling about? We are meant to be the responsible ones here.” You accused but Storm quickly shushed you, Jean pointing towards the direction you had just come from and you gasped.
There was your husband, carefully dancing in a small section of the hall with Pippa standing on his feet, laughing loudly as her favourite person in the world tried to teach her how to dance. “Poor girl was riddled with nerves. Wanted us to ask him for her.” Storm said and your heart melted at the sight of the man you loved most being so sweet. “I’d be careful, love. Another few years and you’re gonna have some competition for your man.”
“Nah… pretty sure only I am strong enough to handle Logan Howlett’s infamous temper and stubbornness but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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hey I have a request for a Killian jones x female reader where the female reader is Emma’s twin sister (looks more like snow) and has a 3 year old daughter from a past toxic relationship, if you can’t do it that’s fine either way thank you :)
Killian jones x Emma’s twin sister
Killian jones x Fem!Reader
A/n: I did not forget about this request, Sorry it took me a few days to do! Hope you enjoy<3
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Y/n was the daughter of David Nolan and Mary Margaret. She also is the twin sister of the savior Emma Swan. She grew up being bounced between foster homes in New Orleans. When she was 23 she had gotten into a really toxic relationship, at 25 she got pregnant and had a daughter.
She had been stuck in the toxic relationship until she was 28, She had packed up her and some of her daughters things and left in the middle of the night.
She had silky long black hair that was curly, brown eyes and a round face with dimples. She almost looked like a clone of Mary Margaret. Her daughter Edith had long dark brunette hair with emerald eyes.
Killian had met y/n and her daughter Edith one day when she had went to visit her sister and parents for one of the first times.
⭐️
Thursday June 25th, 12:51pm.
Y/n was sitting on the top deck of the jolly roger with Edith, They were eating some sandwiches from granny’s. They were waiting on Killian to finish cleaning his ship.
Edith was sitting on the edge of the ship walls looking out on the water, Y/n kept her view on her daughter and occasionally if he was in view, glancing at killian. Y/n finishes her sandwich and crumbles up the wrapper putting it into a bag.
Y/n looks around trying to see killian but doesn’t, “can i have your trash princess?” She holds the bag out so Edith can put her trash in it, “and I need you to be on the deck instead of railing so I can go run this up to the dumpster” Edith shakes her head as she puts her trash into the bag.
“I can’t leave you on the railing of the boat- ship? You could fall in the water” “Mermaid” edith looks over the edge. “It doesn’t work that way” She holds Edith back so she doesn’t fall. “I’ll watch her, Don’t worry about it love” Killian came up behind her, startling her. “Oh!- it’s fine- you- You don’t gotta worry about it, Weren’t you cleaning?” she nervously smiled, still not used to someone offering to help her.
“I’m done cleaning, Honestly love we could just head back to your loft if you wanted-“ “i wanna stay” the little one interrupted. Y/n sighed before nodding “i’ll be right back then” she said as she walked down and off the jolly roger.
“Alright then love” Killian smirks and she walks away. He turns towards Edith and leans against the railing of the ship and holds himself up with his elbows. “So what do you like kiddo?” He asked curiously. Edith answered back “Princess, Cartoons, Barbie-“ “I'm gonna have to cut you off there my lady, I have no idea what this ‘barbie’ is, Cartoons too?” Killian admitted. Edith looks at Killian with a confused look, “you don’t know barbie?”. Killian shook his head “what is it?”
“Barbie is movies, some of my favorites” She smiles. “You’ll have to show me one next time I’m over then” Killian pats her head with his hand.
Edith nods and giggles “we can watch a mermaid one” “oh? There’s mermaids?” Killian raises an eyebrow. “yes!! Yes!!” she nods and smiles.
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Saturday June 27th, 8:00pm
Y/n was laying in the living room with Killian and Edith. Edith was sitting in front of her mother and the pirate watching Barbie: In a Mermaid Tale 2. Killian was laying on the couch with y/n laying on his chest.
Killian had his focus on the tv, only sometimes asking questions about ‘Barbie’, and either getting an answer from the little brunette in front of him or the pale skinned woman in his arms.
After the movie was over both Y/n and Edith were asleep, Killian carefully slips himself out from under Y/n and picks her up. He carries her to her bedroom and lays her down before going out to the living room again and turning everything off. He picks up little Edith and carries her to her room and lays her down, tucking her in, “Goodnight Kiddo.” He muttered as he walked out of the room going into Y/n.
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what shall we do in the dark? - jolly karlsson x noah sebastian
warnings: Consensual voyeurism, d/s dynamics, fisting, oral sex (m receiving), cum play, sex tapes, name calling
word count: 4k
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The meeting couldn’t have been less necessary. Jolly is glad that he’s the only one of them who went. Having all of them there would have been an absolute waste of their time. He’s mostly annoyed at the fact that he’s the one who had to go. But it also means that he doesn’t have to go to the next few label things.
Jolly trots up the stairs, fully intent on returning to the book he’d started the previous night. It’s a good book, and he’s really enjoyed the first few chapters of it. But as he comes up the stairs, the unmistakeable sound of moans fills his ears. He doesn’t have to guess where they come from.
The first door on the right – Noah’s door – is cracked open just enough for it to be visible from the stairs. Jolly doesn’t know what else he expected, really. His steps quicken a little, now rather curious to see what the boy is up to this time, it’s always something.
Jolly peeks into the room through the open door, and what he sees for once actually surprises him.
Noah is on his knees, braced on one hand. The other pushes a surprisingly large, realistic looking toy into his hole. His skin glistens with sweat and the lube that seems to be all over his ass and thighs. His hand slips from the end of it, and he lets out a frustrated groan.
Noah reaches is for it again, whining when he can’t get a good grip on it.
Jolly decides then that he’s struggled enough. He steps into the room and closes the door as quietly as he can. He keeps his eyes fixed on Noah, who still seems to be entirely oblivious to his presence.
Jolly comes up behind Noah. He’s rock hard, the tip of his cock an angry shade of red that tells him that he’s been at this for a while.
He places a hand on Noah’s waist, just above the soft round of his ass.
Noah yelps, whips around to see who is standing behind him.
“Fuck Jolly.” he gasps, “Fucking scared me.”
“Don’t pretend that you weren’t waiting for someone to walk in on you like this.”
He reaches for the end of the toy without waiting for an answer. He slowly eases it out of him, just to get a grasp on what Noah is trying to accomplish.
“Ambitious. Didn’t know you were a little size queen on top of all of this.” he chuckles.
Jolly knows that Noah likes it when he mocks him a little, and this is honestly the perfect thing to use against him.
“Jolly.” he whines.
“What? You’re the one who was fucking himself with a toy this big. You gotta live with the consequences.”
Jolly slowly pushes the toy back into him. He doesn’t let it slide in fully. Instead, he sets a slow rhythm. Noah responds with a near wanton moan. He pushes back against the toy, trying to get more of it. He’s so desperate for it already.
Watching him push back like this sparks an idea in Jolly’s head.
If Noah wants to be full so desperately –
Jolly has thought about it before when he had a couple of his fingers buried inside Noah. He hadn’t considered it a viable option until this moment.
“Think you can take more?” he asks, through the blood rushing in his ears.
“More?”
“Do you want to try taking my hand?”
Noah is quite long enough for Jolly to get nervous. He shifts on his knees, his hands flex where they’re gripping into the bedsheets below.
“Fuck. Yes.” the words trail off into a moan, “I want to try.”
Jolly gives a few more slow thrusts of the toy into him, before he carefully removes. He doesn’t dare to ask how long Noah’s been working to fit this thing into him. The length and girth of it are rather impressive. Jolly traces his thumb along the rim of Noah’s hole, pulling another sweet sigh from him. His thumb slips inside so easily. Compared to the toy, it must feel like nothing.
“Lube?”
Noah pushes the tube towards him without another word.
“If something feels off, tell me. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“I will.” Noah chokes out, “Can you – can I be on my back? I want to see you.”
“Of course.”
Jolly takes a step back, giving Noah space to turn around and re-arrange himself. He shifts for a moment longer, before he gives Jolly a nod.
“Give me one of those pillows?”
Noah tosses it towards him with a questioning look.
“Ass up.” Jolly says sternly, “Come on, be good.”
For once, Noah doesn’t act up and just does as Jolly asks of him. Most of the time, he has to work to get Noah to do what he wants. It’s part of their game, though, so having him just obey like this tells Jolly that he really wants this.
He pushes the pillow under Noah’s waist so make the angle a little bit more comfortable.
“Good?”
Noah gives him a nod in return.
Jolly pushes his thighs apart, making room for himself there. For a moment, he just runs his hands across Noah’s thighs, feeling the smooth skin beneath his palms. Maybe he should take a page out of Nicholas’ book once in a while and overwhelm him with gentle touch instead of the roughness he usually gives Noah.
His fingers drift lower and lower until they brush against Noah’s entrance. There’s still enough lube smeared around him for Jolly to be able to slip the tip of his middle finger in. He doesn’t tease him for too long though. They have ambitious plans after all.
With a little bit more lube he works his way up to three fingers fairly easily. He know that Noah can take at least this much, as three is usually what Jolly gets him to before he fucks him.
He slowly eases a fourth finger into him and Noah whines so sweetly for him when he does. It’s still a snug fit, but feeling Noah clench around him like this makes his head spin just a little bit. Noah doesn’t seem to be much better off. Jolly can tell that he’s desperately trying to keep his eyes open but the longer Jolly works his hand into him the harder it gets.
“You gotta relax for me, Noah. I know it’s a lot.” He says gently.
“I’m trying.” Noah almost whines.
“You wanna touch yourself? Does that help?”
His hand practically flies to his cock. The strokes are haphazard and entirely without rhythm.
“Take your time. Remember what we agreed on. You don’t get to finish until I say so.”
Noah slows down then, matching his strokes to the movements of Jolly's hand inside of him.
The minutes drag by, but eventually Jolly feels comfortable pushing him further.
“How are you feeling? Think you can take a little more?”
As much as he wants to be mean and cruel with him right now, Jolly also knows that Noah needs him to be a little more gentle.
“I want to try more.”
Jolly uses his free hand to part his thighs just a little bit further.
“Tell me if something feels bad.”
Noah gives a rushed nod, “So good.”
Jolly carefully tucks his thumb against his palm. He eases his hand back into Noah as slowly as he can. He takes his time with it. Pausing once in a while to make sure that Noah is still okay.
He feels so warm and tight around his hand. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Jolly feels Noah stretch around the widest part of his hand. He keeps it there for a moment, to give both of them a break. When he looks up at Noah, he finds him looking so worn out already.
His spit-slicked lips are parted just so as he tries to keep his breathing steady. The hand around his cock has come to a complete stand still. There’s a pool of precum on his belly. His face is soft, so blissed out.
He’s so pretty like this.
“Look at me, Noah.” Jolly says sternly.
He lets out a whine, slowly raising his head. His eyes barely open, but his focus lands on Jolly.
“Good boy.”
The praise has the exact effect on him that Jolly had hoped for. His eyes snap open, and he’s suddenly fully alert.
“Heard you got Folio to entertain you too. Really aren’t trying to hide that you’re a little whore, are you?”
Noah makes a pitiful little sound in response.
“Said he found you working yourself open. Did you want him to fuck you?” He lets his hand slip inside a little further as he speaks.
“Wanted someone to fuck me.” Noah whines.
“Desperate little thing.”
Jolly starts to pull his hand out of him again as slowly as he can. He’s intent on getting Noah to his most desperate state. He needs him whimpering and whining today.
“Shit, you should see yourself. Look so fucking good like this.” Jolly lets out with a groan, “Take my hand so well. You’ve almost done it.”
Noah pushes back against him, “I can take it. Please Jolly.”
“I know you can. Be patient.”
He is almost back to the widest part of his hand again. Jolly lets his hand slip into him fully then.
They both gasp when it does.
Jolly can’t look away from where Noah is wrapped around him. It always shakes him when he sees him taking his cock, but this is so much worse. Noah has his head thrown back, writhing under his attention. He’s all gasps and sighs already, whining when Jolly moves his hand just a little bit.
He’s so tight around him, too.
It really hits him then that they’re really doing this. He really has his hand wrist deep inside of one of his best friends.
With how tight Noah is around him, it’s difficult to really move his hand. He keeps the movements slow and steady until he doesn’t feel as much resistance. He shifts his hand so minimally, carefully easing the tight muscle around him open.
Jolly tentatively curls his fingers inside of him. When Noah lets out a pretty moan, he continues slowly forming a fist.
Noah freezes up when he does and Jolly briefly thinks that he’s hurting.
“Oh fuck.” He says shakily, “Fuck, that’s good.”
“You like feeling this full?”
Noah pries his eyes open, he looks down the length of his body until he lands on where Jolly’s hand disappears inside of him. Jolly can’t decide if he looks shocked or impressed. Most likely it’s a mix of both.
Noah hand wanders across his chest. He briefly thumbs across a nipple before his hand wanders lower still. He’s so indulgent with it, touching himself as if Jolly isn’t there. It presses down on his lower belly, and he makes a sound deep in his throat.
“Can you feel it?” Jolly asks.
Noah nods, “Yea it’s — this is a lot.”
“Still feeling good?”
“So fucking good.”
Jolly uncurls his hand, pulling most of the way out of him. Easing his flat hand in and out of him feels a little more comfortable and achievable right now. And even though he knows that Noah will probably complain about it, he lets his hand slip out almost entirely. When he pushes back inside this time, he rotates his hand a little. The motion makes Noah gasp out loud.
Jolly tries to focus his attention on Noah’s prostate. Noah shifts and moans under him, the hand on his belly twitches as if he’s trying to stop himself from wrapping it around his cock.
He moves his hand just a little bit faster, now really fucking him with it.
“This is what it takes to get you to shut up?” Jolly asks cruelly.
Noah lets out a meek whimper, tossing his head to the other side.
“Such a desperate little thing. Just can’t get enough, can you?”
“Jolly, please.” he whines, “I’m so close.”
“Can you cum like this?”
“Can you touch?” he sounds so desperate for it that Jolly can’t bring himself to say no.
With his hand still inside of him, Jolly wraps his unoccupied hand around Noah’s neglected cock. His hips buck upwards as soon as he touches him, which in turn makes Jolly’s hand shift inside of him. His mouth falls open. The string of breathless gasps that pours from his lips makes Jolly twitch behind his jeans.
“Tell me how much you want it.” Jolly says, gripping the base of his cock a little tighter, “You know what I want to hear from you.”
This part is always a little tricky. Getting Noah to really beg for his climax has historically been a hurdle. Sometimes he freezes up entirely, and sometimes, like today, it is so easy for him.
“Please Jolly. Please, I’ve been good.”
“You can do better.” he gives a way too slow stroke along his cock, barely giving him the pressure Noah needs.
“Want it so bad. Please, I need it.” Noah fixes him with a pleading glance, “Fuck –”
“Begging for it like the good little slut you are.” Jolly chuckles, “That’s what you are, huh?”
“Yes.” he whines out in response, “I –”
“Say it, and you’ll get what you want.”
Noah lets out another whine, once more bucking up against Jolly's hand.
“I’m your slut.” Noah replies quietly, “Please Jolly, I can’t hold it. Please let me cum.” Jolly lets him stew for a moment longer, slowly working his hands in tandem.
Noah’s eyes are wet with overstimulated tears. And mixed with the steady stream of whines that falls from his lips, Jolly is sure that he’s barely holding on.
“Go on, Noah. You can cum.”
Jolly doesn’t get to finish the upstroke before Noah comes undone. His jaw goes entirely slack, body going limp as he spills his load over Jolly's hand. He clenches around Jolly’s hand inside of him to the point where it almost becomes uncomfortable. He keeps working him through it, though, slowly moving his hands inside and around him.
The sighs eventually turn into whines that quickly sound rather pained.
Jolly stills as soon as he notices.
The hand that had been wrapped around Noah’s cock comes to rest against his side, trying to soothe his wired up mind.
“There you go. Did so well.” he speaks softly.
He gives him a few more moments before he starts to ease his hand out of Noah. He winches uncomfortably, face contorting.
“I know. I know. You’ve almost done it.” he keeps his hand on his waist, tracing his thumb across Noah’s skin, “There you go. Do you have a towel somewhere?”
Noah vaguely motions to the chair in front of his desk.
Jolly wipes off his hands first and then moves to wipe the remaining lube from Noah’s thighs and ass.
“You did so good. I know that was a lot.” Jolly says gently, “How are you feeling?”
Noah sighs, finally bringing himself to look at Jolly, “I’ll be thinking about this for a while.”
That cocky grin of his has already made its way back onto his face, and it almost makes Jolly want to demean him a little more.
“What about you, though?” Noah asks, extending his hand towards him.
“Are you up for a little more?” Jolly takes Noah’s hand into his.
Noah nods a little too eagerly considering what they’ve just done.
“Get on your knees then.”
Noah scrambles to follow the order. Jolly loves when he gets like this. He doesn’t even have to tell him what he wants. Noah just sits at his feet and looks up at him with his pretty brown eyes.
Jolly tugs down his trousers, letting his cock slap against his belly. It narrowly misses Noah’s face, not that he would have minded.
“Open.”
Again Noah quietly obeys and opens his mouth just the way Jolly wants him to.
He drags the head of his cock across Noah’s tongue a few times before he grasps the hair at the top of Noah’s head.
“You know the rules?”
He gives a yes best as he can with his mouth open like this.
“Good.”
With that Jolly sinks himself into Noah’s mouth. He gives him a second to get used it before he pushes further and further until he can feel Noah’s nose pressing into the skin of his belly.
Jolly feels him moan around his cock.
“You’re such a desperate little whore for this, aren’t you? Love letting people use like this, hm?” Noah hums around him, “Letting us pass you around like this. Don’t get enough attention on stage?”
Without needing to be told, Noah keeps his hands folded in his lap. His eyes remain fixed on Jolly’s face despite the tears that well in his eyes. Jolly knows that this is a struggle for him, which makes the fact that he’s being good like that even better.
Noah gags around him, but makes no move to ask Jolly to stop.
Jolly keeps pistoning himself into the warm wet of his mouth. He can never get enough of this. Noah is always so willing to let him take whatever he wants, so pliant and pretty.
Their previous activities already had Jolly close to the edge and he knows that he won’t last much longer. His belly feels so taut, mind so wired up. The tips of his fingers tingle. Jolly lets his head tip back, trying to stave his end for a moment longer.
When it begins to feel inevitable, he slows his movements down just a little.
“Where do you want it?” he asks, surprising himself with how breathless he sounds.
The pleading look on Noah’s face gives him the answer he needs.
“Want it all over your face again?”
He pulls out of Noah’s mouth to allow him a verbal response.
“Please Jolly.” he says as soon as he can, still lookin up at him with tear stained eyes.
Jolly keeps working himself with slow steady strokes, although it is becoming harder to keep himself right on that edge.
“Gonna let me take a picture this time? Just for Nicholas. No one else will see.”
Noah thinks for a moment before he nods, “You can take a picture.”
Jolly gives a tender caress to his cheek, “Thank you, sweet boy.”
He works himself a little faster now, intent on reaching his climax. Below him, Noah has closed his eyes in anticipation. It won’t take him much, he’s been close for a while now. Jolly tugs his phone out of his back pocket just in time.
The first spurt of his cum lands on Noah’s cheek. Another one that reaches up to his forehead, across his closed eyes, his tongue. Noah moans when some of it lands on his chin and bottom lip. His tongue briefly darts out to lick some of it up. Jolly smears the last few drops across Noah’s lips.
Jolly can’t help himself. He drags the head of his cock through the mess on Noah’s cheek, making a show of it for the camera.
When he feels like he has enough footage, he ends the recording and tosses his phone onto the bed behind Noah.
“Nick’s going to lose it.” he says softly, while tucks his cock back into his trousers, “Stay here. I’ll get something to clean you up.”
Noah sits back against the edge of his bed, still catching his breath.
Jolly just catches a glimpse of Folio’s door closing – maybe he’ll sned Noah the video too so he can do whatever he wants with it. He’s seen how he looks at Folio and ever since they did whatever they did Folio’s eyes have been lingering on their singer longer and longer.
Equipped with a dampened washcloth, Jolly return tto Noah’s room. He finds him in the process of wiping some of the cum from his cheek. And he’s not surprised when the fingers disappear between his lips.
“You’re fucking insatiable.” Jolly shakes his head.
Noah only snickers in response, fully aware of the effect he has on Jolly.
He kneels down in front of Noah and gently wipes the rest of it from his face. Noah is always a little reluctant with this part. He has no issues with them putting him through all kinds of hinds, but once things take a more intimate turn his confidence shrivels up.
Once he’s done, Jolly pushes up off the ground. He holds a hand out to Noah, helping him up. He doesn’t let go immediately. Noah resists a little when Jolly crowds into his space and ushers him knot the mattress.
He has to force Noah into aftercare most of the time. This time he eases into his embrace a little easier.
“How are you feeling?” Jolly asks quietly, combing his fingers through Noah’s hair.
“Tired. A little sore. It’s all good though.” Noah replies, sounding rather sleepy already.
“Was a lot, hm? You did very well though.”
They both fall silent for a long moment. Noah’s breathing slowly regulates and Jolly thinks that he’s a few moments away from falling asleep.
He debates asking him about Folio, but ultimately decides to leave that for a different day. Noah is so calm that he doesn’t want to disturb him.
“You gotta show, Noah.” he says eventually, “Get cleant up and then you can take a nap. Thought we could order something in and watch a movie together later?”
Noah gives him a sleepy nod, before he heaves himself out of bed. He has the decency to pull on a pair of shorts on is way to the bathroom.
The movie is good, but Noah’s mind is entirely occupied by the video Jolly had sent him while he’d been in the bathroom earlier. He doesn’t know how often he has re-watched it since. Seeing himself lie this makes him shiver. The portion where Jolly rests his cock on his cheek makes him feel especially fuzzy around the edges. There’s something so demeaning about it and if he’s honest he loves it.
Noah pulls his phone out of the pocket of his shorts. He has the brightness turned down all the way, but the thumbnail of the video still stands out of the prominently.
His finger hovers over the send button. A part of him wants to keep this a secreet. On the other hand, Noah is desperate to know how Folio will react to it. Jolly had given him permission to share it with whoever he likes, so he doesn’t feel too bad about it.
He presses send before he can change his mind again.
Folio doesn’t react in any kind of way and Noah realises that he doesn’t even know if he has his phone on him. He tries to push the bubbling anxiety down as best as he can. He’ll get his verdict eventually.
It’s not until they’ve all said their good nights and Noah is getting ready to crawl into his bed that he sees the read indicator pop up on the message.
His heart pounds in his chest as he freezes up listening for any sign of Folio approaching. A moment later he hears a door open and close. And another moment later a knock sounds at his door.
Nick opens the door without waiting for his reply. His cheeks are flushed adorably pink, but as sweet as it is to see him flustered like this, Noah does not miss the hint of jealousy that linger just beneath his skin.
They stand in a silent staring match for a long while. Noah doesn’t know where this is going.
“Nick I –” he starts eventually, unsure of what to do or say, “I shouldn’t have sent that. That was a dumb idea.”
Nick shakes his head, “Tomorrow evening. Jolly and Nick are meeting up with some people.”
“You want –”
“What? Do you think you can send me that without me wanting to see it in person?”
Hearing Nick so assertive sends a shiver down his spine and all Noah can do is nod.
“I’ll be waiting for you.” with that Nick makes his departure, leaning Noah standing in the middle of his room.
He doesn’t know what he expected to happen when he sent the video but it certainly wasn’t this.
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Hello! Could I request a story about descendants 3 Hades x fem!reader? Preferably if the reader is hurt physically, and a hurt/comfort main theme? Thank you💕
Honestly, D3 Hades is so likable to me, I love Hades. I really wished D4 had used him more (or even that D3 had used him more. He's so interesting and at least in D4 he feels sorta dumbed down to just "dude in leather jacket" which is lame)
Let Me See
Hades x Villain Reader
Pronouns Used: she/her/hers
Summary: Her need to be independent keeps leading Hades' wife to getting in fights, she really got herself into it this time
Warnings: Injury and blood, Reader and Uliana have unexplained issues with each other, crying, hurt/comfort nonsense except they argue as a form of affection, Death mention, pet names as insults + insults as pet names, minor swearing
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(Y/n) and Uliana never got along well in high school. It didn’t take a genius to know that Uliana only let her stick around back then because of Hades. The sea witch would never willingly let a god- especially the god of the underworld- slip out of her grip over something as petty as disliking some girl. She was better than that, smarter than that. So despite the obvious tension between them as teens, the girls were always around each other. And you hear the stories of kids who didn’t get along in high school that find their way into a fond friendship in their adult years, but those two would never be that. She understood that now. Stories like that came from changed levels of maturity, something that didn’t always come to those on the Isle. From the blood dripping from her nose and arm to the welts in the shape of suction cups on her cheek, (Y/n) had learned that maturity had not come to Uliana. Why had she even gone over there? She should have known the weaker sea witch would still be doing foolish things to even seem partially as nasty as her older sister. Especially now that Hook had sold his precious Jolly Roger to her niece; anyone knew that Uli would’ve seen that as a form of betrayal. It was like the last ties of high school affections had finally been cut, nothing to protect her from the compensating aggression of Uliana now.
As she quietly makes her way into the lair, holding her breath in hopes of Hades being asleep. She didn’t want to deal with whatever “I told you so” statements the man would have if he saw the state she was in. He told her not to go see the sea witch, “nothing good can come from visiting a girl who hated you in highschool”. She hated that he was right, he was always right. It was exhausting, she just wanted to prove him wrong once. She makes her way to the bathroom, nearly making it without incident. Of course though, it was only nearly, Zeus must have cursed her luck when they sent her to this god forsaken island. The cut on her arm gets caught on the ragged edge of the door’s strike plate, eliciting a loud string of swears to fly from her mouth as the skin of her arm gets tugged to the side. Her hand flies to her mouth, the motion hitting her swelling cheek and already injured nose, tears welling in her eyes. She was not winning today, with Uliana or herself it seems.
If the loud swearing didn’t already have Hades on his feet, the strangled sob that followed it would have; the god flying from his recliner to the source of the noise as if his life depended on it. When he rounds the corner his eyes lock on (Y/n), taking in her hunched over posture. His wife is white knuckling the counter, staring down at the stained bowl of the sink while her shoulders shake with what he’s almost positive are silent sobs. It takes everything in him to be quiet, waiting to gauge how she was planning to react. He slinks into the bathroom, closing the door and leaning on it. His arms cross over his chest, knee bending to prop his leg up against the hollow wood as he stands there, watching, waiting. She’d noticed him, Hades knew she did. Shoulders stilling with a shaky breath as she reaches up to wipe her eyes, the motion making her let out a pained whimper.
“Give me your worst,” despite mumbling it she knows that he hears her. “You think you can handle the worst of two real villains back to back, Princess?” Hades doesn’t need to see her face to know she’s rolling her eyes, some part of him can just feel it. The idea makes him smile softly, eyes casting up and down her body. “Uliana is not a real villain, don’t stroke her fragile little ego like that. She’s just a brat with anger issues. That’s all she’s ever been.” He chuckles, using his leg to push himself off the wall and over to her, hands finding their foundation on her shoulders. “You know, that’s tough talk coming from you, Princess. Maybe that’s how she got you in this little situation.” He presses a kiss to the back of her head, waiting for her to look up to him so he can kiss her properly. Hades knew better than to rush the woman though, she would surely reject the touch if it wasn’t her decision. She hated being told what to do in any sense, even if it was just him tilting her head towards him. Everything she did had to come from her own ideas. If pressed, he’d admit it was part of the reason he fell for her. In a vague attempt at sounding put together she lets out a cheap scoff, “I’m not crying over some sea witch, I just ended my affair, idiot.” It’s followed by a broken laugh, and though she doesn’t look up to him, she leans further into his touch. “Oh yeah? Who was my unlucky competition? Gaston? Hook? Jafar perhaps? Oh I know, that little snake finally got his hands on you, he wanted you so bad in school.” He’s laughing, rubbing his hands up and down her arms as speaks, the tone far too light for her to think he took her joke as anything but. “Maleficent, obviously. It was always her,” she mumbles, hissing as his hand unknowingly brushes the cut on her forearm. The man snatches his hand away from her, looking down to see the slick blood covering his fingers. The bubbling joke he had about how they had the same taste dies as he sees it. Who did Uliana think she was? If she thought she could hurt his woman like that she had another thing coming.
“What did she do to you?” There’s a fire behind it and his wife knows that if the barrier didn’t prevent it his head would be bursting into vibrant flames. She tries not to think about how much she misses the sight of it. “Nothing big, I can handle it. I just need the first aid kit, and some ice. You think you could go get me something cold?” He hums, pressing a kiss to one of her shoulders, “I’ll be right back with it. I moved the first aid kit to the bottom drawer.” She nods, leaning down to open the drawer once she hears the door close behind him. The old red plastic lost its shine a long time ago, potentially before they even got it. Not that it mattered, it still worked, she kept it stocked well enough. When you’re known for stupid things you have to be prepared for stupid prizes, don’t you? It opens with a satisfying click, the lid clattering against the counter noisily. She rustles through it one handed as she searches for her butterfly bandages to close her arm up. The boxes had broken at some point, leaving different sizes all over the container. Or someone had emptied them in the box, seems like something Celia could’ve done if Hades pissed her off. The idea made the woman giggle, imagining the little girl standing in her bathroom tearing apart boxes with that grumpy little pout on her face. She’d have to ask her about it the next time the kid came by. If not her, probably her stepson, Hadie and his dad always had to have something to argue about.
“What’s got you giggling?” He’s holding one of those old ice packs they got right after getting back together, one the baby ones she’d snagged for a much younger Mal and Hadie. Smiling at his wife as she shuffles through the box in front of her. “Someone spilt all the band-aids in here. Which would be a lot funnier if I wasn’t looking for those little butterfly ones that hold things closed.” He hums, putting the boo boo ice in her hand and taking the box from her. “Let me see.” She holds the cold gel pack to her welts, hissing at the sensation as she forces herself to lean into it. “I bet this was Hadie,” he grumbles, sifting through and throwing the tiny bandages into his other hand’s palm. “I thought Celia did it,” she mumbles, watching his hands intently, “You did piss her off something fierce last week.” Another chuckle falls from his lips, placing the tiny bandages and a large wrap bandage on the counter. “You need to hop on this counter and let me see what we’re working with.” She scoffs, popping her hip against his, “Who said this was a two person job?” The man tilts her head to him, taking in the swollen cheek and dried blood with a scowl. “I said. You don’t get to ‘strong independent woman’ this, you’re hurt, I’m helping. Now hop on the counter yourself or I’m putting you on it.”
She plants her feet, tilting her head as if to challenge the man. “I don’t need help. Didn’t need help getting hurt, don’t need help cleaning myself up.” His brow raises, stepping closer to her and dipping his head down so their noses touch, “You’ve done enough fighting today, haven’t you? And it looks like you lost to me, get on that counter.” “You haven’t seen the other guy,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest on instinct. A hiss follows directly after, the raw skin on her left arm slipping over her vest’s zipper in a way that felt like it was chewing the wound. “Uh huh,” he grabs her hand, pulling her injured arm to him. It wasn’t anywhere that he had to worry about. No major vessels in the way, the skin simply oozing blood instead of spurting it. That’s good, he was worried after he saw it on his own skin.
She doesn’t fight it when his hands wrap around her hips, lifting her like she weighed nothing and setting her on the bathroom counter. “I am making sushi out of that fool.” He doesn’t intend for her to hear him but the giggle she lets out is comforting all the same. “And you have got to stop doing the opposite of what you think I want you to do just because you don’t want to listen to anyone else. You can’t keep doing shit like this, (Y/n). I’m going to end up losing you.” It makes the air around them heavy, Hades turning to the linen closet to grab a wash rag. She opens her mouth to respond, just to realize she didn’t have anything of substance to say. What could she say? You’re going to lose me anyway if we’re stuck here? He was immortal and she wasn’t. No way he didn’t lose her. You got me back the last time? Something told her that he wouldn’t like her reminding him she left him seventeen years ago. And she didn’t like the idea of being reminded that she’d get to go to the underworld before he’d ever be able to go back, separated for so long her soul might forget him. Instead she sighs, eyes locked on Hades’ every minor movement. He runs water over the rag and when it touches the aggravated skin on her arm; she nearly moans at the contact. The chill of it was so comforting, the gentle strokes he’s using keeping the normally exfoliating fabric as nothing more than a tickle against her skin. Tongue slightly poked out as he pulls the skin closer together, eyes cutting up to her every now and then to insure that he wasn’t hurting her. “Hold that.” She follows the order, too tired -or perhaps too relieved by his help- to argue. He places the little butterfly bandaids over the opened flesh in sets of two, six of the little things covering the cut total, before grabbing the wrap bandage from beside her. “That wasn’t as bad as I thought,” he mumbles, wrapping the gauze-like material around her, “Not too tight?” She shakes her head, “It’s fine.”
With her arm handled he turns to her face, touching her chin ever so slightly to turn her head from side to side. “I hated when she’d accidentally hit me with those slimey things back in highschool, can’t imagine how it felt to be hit with one on purpose.” She hums, watching him lift the now bloodied rag again. “Sucked.” He rolls his eyes, “Yeah? I bet it did, Princess.” The rag comes up to her nose, wiping blood away from her top lip. “At least it’s not broken, just bled a little.” She nods, nothing left to say as he raises the ice pack to her cheek again. “You’re definitely going to have some bruises on that cheek though. Lucky for you, I still think you’re hot when you’re all beat up.” Her eyes roll but there’s an adoring glow to her face that he doesn’t miss. “You have got to take care of yourself, (Y/n). I can’t lose you to something as silly as some fool’s attitude.” His face is soft, eyes locked on her as his hands settle on her thighs. She knows what to say this time though, leaning forward to press a quick peck to his lips that only hurts her a little bit. “I love you. Like, really really love you.” He hums, pulling her closer to him from her little perch on the counter. “I love you, idiot.”
#descendants#descendants imagines#descendants x reader#descendants fanfiction#descendants 3#hades descendants#hades x reader
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Shanks Touch
Prompt: Shanks visits your village after being away for a long time and in classic Shanks fashion a party ensues.
Requested by Anonymous
NSFW
Shanks X Male Reader
It had been a long while since Shanks appeared on the shores of your island. Many moons coming and going before you got word of the warlord checking in on one of his many territories. Your heart skipped a bit as you watched the horizon for any sign of his ship. The island always seemed to be more chipper when he was around, a never-ending party as Shanks would gleefully find any excuse to continue drinking.
It took 3 mornings, but finally you could see it. The Red Hair Jolly Roger waving in the wind, it’d only be an hour or so until his ship would be docked, and everyone about seemed to be prepping for their arrival. Every tavern fully stocked, and more shipments expected to arrive soon, fully expecting to be drank out of house and home.
The towns people’s happy faces talking of Shanks greatest feats as the town square looked like it was preparing for a festival. You, yourself were helping set up lodging, knowing the pirate crew would be passing out on land after being on the sea for so long. The towns mayor more than happy to gather tribute money for the protection the Red Hairs Flag offers us.
Finally, you hear the bell ring through the town, the ship docking as his crew unloads the boat of treasures and booze. You run towards the dock, staying to the back of the crowd as you glance through faces to find the familiar red hair, his tall-tale laugh reaching your ears as you see him a couple dozen paces away.
Your feet freezing in place when you see him smiling while talking to other townsfolk, a tug on your heart before you force yourself forward, determined to make yourself known. Before you can even get near him you hear him call your name, his attention turning towards you as he walks up to you. He bends down, easily picking you despite the one arm and twisting you around. “Shanks!” You say with a smile plastered on your face.
“How I’ve missed you!” Shanks laughs out while putting you down, “This calls for a celebration!” His hand raising in triumph as you could see Benn sighing heavily behind him. The next few moments seem to move too quickly as you’re swept with the crowd, Shanks keeping a hold of your shoulder as he walks towards his favorite tavern.
It isn’t lost on you how his hand ghosts your back before resting itself on your ass. A subtle squeeze as he leans closer to you. “I’m assuming by Benn’s reaction that you were already ‘celebrating’ on deck?” You laugh out, twisting your neck to look at him as you grab his hand, moving it to your hip.
“He’s just a Sourpuss that I drank an entire keg” His booming laughter filled your ears as the entire town was swept into a rhythm of his making. Shanks leads you to the back of the tavern, sitting in an corner with a large round table, his men filling in the rest of the seats as tankards full of Rum and Vodka were placed in front of them.
He pulls you onto his laugh, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist as he pulls you flush against him, his head leaning over your shoulder as you grab his cards for him, holding them only for him to see while he sips his drink. Cheering and laughing ringing through the building while you help him play poker, his hand laying on your hip as he grinds into you.
It isn’t until a couple of drinks in that you feel him sink his hand into your pants, a blush rushing to your face as you glance to see if anyone notices, his fingers delicately brushing against the skin of your dick, a twitch into his hands as you suck in a breath. “I’m glad to see I’m not the only one happy to see you~” Shanks whispers into your ear, grinding his own hardon into you as you hide your face behind the cards in your hand.
His thumb running over your delicate tip as you attempt to keep playing while distracted, moving one of your legs so he has easier access to do as he pleases. Shanks lips pressing against your jawline and neck as you press yourself into him.
You can feel Shanks grin into your skin as he tightens his hold around you, a playful tug making you yearn for more, “Kid it’s your turn.” You slap a random card down, not caring about the game anymore as your head leans back onto Shanks’ shoulder, your free hand wrapping around to rake your fingers through his hair, a low groan escaping your lips.
“Is there something you need darling?” His hushes whisper pressed against your neck as he leaves a bruising mark in his wake. Slow, deliberate strokes driving you insane as you try to thrust into his touch, “Remember you have to play properly,” His slight taunt making your ears ring as you open your eyes, glancing at the table. Most seem unfazed, others glancing but returning to their cards as the rest of the Tavern continues to party on.
Huffing as you feel him teasing you, changing pressures as he continues to pump his hand, Shanks enjoying watching you unravel. Straightening your back as you scootch a little bit off his lap, your hand dipping behind you to palm the outside of his pants just as he quickens his pace.
“Getting daring, aren’t we?” Shanks whispers, nipping at your earlobe as he ruts up into your palm, his grip becoming tight, a finger dancing over the slit of your sensitive tip as you choke on your breath.
He pulls you back against him fully, jerking you faster as you lean against the table, your face in your arms as your hand barely holds onto the cards in your hand, your legs dangling on either side of him. Biting your lip to hold back your labored breathing as your release quickly approaches.
Grinding your hips into his touch as you feel the pressure building, Shanks hand quickly glides down your shaft, a tight hold around the base of your leaking cock. A desperate moan escaping your lips as your eyes widen, the building of pressure feeling like too much. Your hands pushing you off the table as you push yourself against Shanks even further in a desperate attempt to get his hold on your cock to loosen, to let you feel the sweet release you’ve been craving.
“Now, now.” His laughing tone hits your frustrated ears, “That’s for later. Can’t have you becoming spent too early.” You feel the pressure slowly ebb away, the tight grip around your cock loosening as you slam your head against the table in disbelief.
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Post-Winner Island Fic Roundup
Now that the end of the Winner Island fight has been animated, I'm sure there are people looking for some catharsis. I thought I'd round up the fics I've written post-chapter 1081 (and now episode 1115). You'll find a mixture of gen, Heart Pirates-focused and Lawlu fics here:
"Aftermath" (PG | Gen | 1,122 words): The aftermath of the fight at Winner Island.
"The Heart Is a Thing to Be Broken" (PG-13 | Lawlu | 5,514 words): The Straw Hats learn about Winner Island.
"My Heart in Your Hands, My Hands around Your Heart" (PG | Lawlu | 1,908 words): In Luffy's lowest moment, Law takes Luffy's hand and promises that his story will not end.
In Law's lowest moment, Luffy takes Law's hand and promises the same.
"Your Heart, Broken in My Chest"* (PG-13 | Lawlu | 3,661 words): Luffy was far from an expert at having someone else’s heart in his chest, but he was pretty sure what was happening with Torao’s heart wasn’t normal.
AKA, Law and Luffy switched hearts after Wano, and Luffy feels Winner Island happen.
"My Heart, Fragile in Your Hands"* (PG-13 | Lawlu | 2,380 words): “I failed them,” Law whispered, and it felt like a confession—like at church in Flevance. Confession was supposed to absolve someone of their sins, right? He doubted there was a god anywhere who could absolve him of his. And yet, he confessed at the altar of Luffy. “They were my responsibility, and I failed them.”
Or, Law wakes up in the Sunny's infirmary after Winner Island.
"Our Hearts, Made Whole in Each Other"* (PG-13 | Lawlu | 2,312 words): Luffy cupped Law’s cheek with his hand, softly grazing his thumb over a yellowing bruise. “Torao is so pretty,” he said quietly, a note of awe in his voice. Law flushed. “Torao’s heart is beating so fast.”
“Yeah,” Law agreed, swallowing. “It is.” Luffy’s, despite a few flutters, was beating steadily in Law’s chest. Law, on the other hand, felt pinned to the spot, one hand holding Kikoku and the other in Luffy’s grip.
“You should stay.”
Law blinked. “What?”
“You should stay,” Luffy repeated. “On the Sunny. With me."
"From the Ashes" (PG-13 | eventual Lawlu | 3/? | 10,811 words): Blackbeard takes Law and the defeated Heart Pirates captive after their defeat at Winner Island.
"A Thing Both Terrible and Beautiful" (Explicit | Lawlu | 3,525 words): Law wants it rough, wants it to hurt, because it’s what he deserves after losing everything. Again.
Luffy knows he needs something else.
"Cursed"** (PG-13 | Gen | 1,411 words): After Wano, Jean had never been prouder to sport the Heart Pirates Jolly Roger on his back, tattooed over the slave brand that had marked him as cursed for so many years.
But they had failed Law on Winner Island.
Jean had failed him on Winner Island.
"Celebration"** (PG-13 | Gen | 1,689 words): As the Heart and Straw Hat Pirates celebrate the jailbreak of the imprisoned Hearts, Shachi tracks down a guilt-ridden Law and offers his captain some moral support.
"Loyalty"** (PG-13 | Gen | 1,264 words): The only solace the Hearts had after being taken captive by the Blackbeard Pirates was the revelation that Bepo had gotten Law away from the battlefield. They’d all sworn in Wano that they would do whatever it took to protect their self-sacrificing captain, and any of them would have made the same choice, had they been able.
They were the Heart Pirates, and Trafalgar Law was the beating heart at the center of the crew. They would hold out until Law came for them, and they would give the Blackbeard Pirates nothing.
"Night"** (PG-13 | Gen | 1,131 words): Their rescue comes at night.
"Food"** (PG-13 | Gen | 1,217 words): “Sorry for borrowing your kitchen without asking. I just...”
“It’s fine,” Sanji said easily before starting to roll up the cuffs on his sleeves to his elbow. “You wanted to make something for your people, didn’t you?”
“I...” Clione blinked in surprise. “Yeah.”
“I get it,” Sanji said. Once his cuffs were rolled up, he crossed his arms and leaned against the side of the counter. “It’s how people like us show our love, right?” Sanji went on. “Through our cooking.”
"Caught"** (PG-13 | Gen | 1,283 words): Maybe this wasn’t such a bad death, Hakugan thought as he felt darkness beginning to encroach on his vision. He’d been on the crew of a Warlord, had helped in the fight that defeated two Emperors, and had seen more incredible, unbelievable things than he would have once thought possible; it had been a much more fulfilling life than he would have had if he’d stayed in his boring, backwater home in the North Blue.
He would never regret agreeing to join Trafalgar Law all those years ago.
He only hoped that his captain would somehow live on to fight another day; as long as Law lived on, so would the Heart Pirates.
"Lost and Found (You)" (PG-13 | Lawlu | 7,554 words): Five times Law and Luffy almost lost one another and one time they did something about it.
* These fics are in a series and were written for Lawlu Week 2023.
** These fics are in a series and were written for Heart Pirates Week 2024
#Trafalgar Law#Best boi Bepo#Shachi#Penguin#Jean Bart#Clione#Hakugan#Ikkaku#Heart Pirates#Blackbeard#Monkey D. Luffy#Lawlu#One Piece#One Piece chapter 1081#One Piece episode 1115#One Piece 1081#One Piece 1115#One Piece spoilers#Caitlin's fic#One Piece fic#One Piece fanfiction
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Propaganda
Julie Andrews (The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins)—Oh where to start .... I'm not sure I even know how. She's just perfection. And it's not fair I can't bring post 70s work into this, because she just gets better and better, and her drag performance in to die for. But in the era I CAN talk about, she shows she has THE RANGE. Beautiful, feisty, funny, holding her own against Christopher Plummer, Paul Newman, Rock Hudson. Oh she's luminous.
Nadira (Shree 420, Dil Apna Aur Preet Parai)— She had a blast playing the femme fatal in Indian films in the 50s. Also the costumes she wore in Shree 420 are absolutely iconic. It's important to mention that she was Jewish. She was born Farhad "Florence" Ezekiel in Baghdad to an Iraqi Jewish family. They moved to India sometime in the 1940s. The funny thing is that she originally wanted to convert to Catholicism and become a nun but joined the film industry instead as her family desperately needed money. Even though she was unfortunately typecast in femme fatale roles after playing the nightclub entertainer Maya in Shree 420, she always gave 110% to every role she was cast in. Apparently she acted in a German film as well? She was also one of the most highly paid actresses in the Indian film industry and was one of the few Indians to own a Rolls Royce.
This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Julie Andrews propaganda:
"She has such a simple but amazing beauty to her. Not to mention her amazing and melodic singing voice!"
"Roles like nannies and governesses can make us forget how attractive she was! A perfect combination of elegant and adorable, with the most incredible vocal range to boot!"
"Besides having one of the most amazing singing voices ever to grace the silver screen, Julie always had an understated beauty to her that wasn't always shown off on screen. But it's there nonetheless because her characters managed to pull some of the hottest men ever to grace the screen."
"The juxtaposition between carefree Maria and stern but fun Mary Poppins shows the power of the acting of this HOT VINTAGE MOVIE WOMAN"
"Charming, genteel, incredibly charismatic, beautiful, and has an angelic singing voice to boot. Her screen roles as Maria in The Sound of Music and Mary Poppins are absolutely iconic for a reason and she originated several well-known Broadway roles before those."
"the most beautiful woman 12 year old me had ever seen possibly"
"OMG OMG OMG she’s definitely been submitted before how could she NOT but!!!! I loveeee her so muchhhh rahhhh prebby!!!! cool!!!! mary poppins the beloved <33333 some people dislike it but I love jolly holiday so much because it IS a jolly holiday with Mary!!! no wonder that it’s Mary that we love!!!!!"
"I know many people who were taught in singing lessons "when in doubt, pronounce words how julie andrews would pronounce them." THATS CALLED INFLUENCE. THATS CALLED MOTHERING THOUSANDS."
Nadira:
I just submitted a whole list of golden-era Bollywood stars without whom I thought this tournament could not conscionably be considered complete BUT Nadira has got my personal vote for Hottest of the lot. She played a bunch of delicious vamp roles in her youth before graduating to being a creepy spiderlady antagonist type in middle/older age. Rare is the still in which she looks like she's NOT about to gnaw your face off. Yow!
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