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unholyhelbig · 8 months ago

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I just want to say I'm already hooked on the beast you made me. I can't wait for the next chapter!

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Title: The Beast You've Made of Me [Part 2/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Wordcount: 5151

Summary: When reader wakes up in her own grave, she's suddenly aware of a past that spans lifetimes, but she's not the only one. Two Avengers are tasked with keeping readers past a secret, or at the very least, controlled.

Warnings: Blood, fatal injuries, animal bones, mentions of death, containment, and horrible grammar because I don't proofread

[a/n: Thank you all for the overwelming support on the first chapter! I truly didn't expect that much reception. I'm going to be traveling for the next week so the next chapter might be delayed a bit]

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1917, Rural Pennsylvania

A sweeping river cut through the patch of sweetgrass on the south side of the farm. It emitted a gurgling sound that often soothed your nerves. There was a rocky clearing sandwiched between the tree line and the plain of grass that had become a perfect spot for you to settle in and read the hard-covered books you’d gotten from the corner store.

Your father would bring back any book you requested from the city during his travels. You devoured them faster than he could provide them and had read ‘Eight Cousins’ ,Lousia May Alcott’s foray into the adventures thirteen-year-old Rose, enough to nearly tear the pages from the binding.

The book itself held the clean honeyed scent of the earth, of the secluded spot that you called your own. Your muscles would thrum from loading the bales of hay into your fathers ford. Your fingers were calloused, and dirt caked around your ankle in a dark ring. All of that vanished when you cracked open the book about a girl that was so much like yourself.

It was easy to lose yourself in the paragraphs, the hum of the river sometimes lulling you to sleep. Your mother would pack you a sandwich on warm, hand-kneaded bread, usually some salted meat and mayonnaise. She’d pack sweet tea and send you on your way, knowing that you wouldn’t return to the house until you saw a flicker of a firefly.

Today, you’d fallen asleep under the sun. The book was discarded, and your forearm draped across your eyes. It was easy to drift, and easier still to dream about leaving the small dairy farm for something bigger- the very city that your father would return from with new literature and arts, and spices that made your mouth buzz with flavor.

You were in a haze when the ear-piercing scream cut through the air as if it were a natural solid. Your ears pinched at the sound, heels digging into the coarse sandy shore. Maybe it was a dream. It could have been an animal that had sunk its pointed teeth into the artery of another.

So, you waited, panting with your heart in your chest and the corner of the book barely lapped by the muddied water. And there was this sound. It was no fox caught in a trap or bovine tangled up in the barbed wire fence around the property- no, this was familiar. This was your sister.

Helena was quiet, often described as demure and borderline submissive. Despite being younger than yourself she carried a certain poise about her. Mother would often boast about how she would have no trouble finding a husband, how the boys already fawned over the child of hers that was not feral and unkempt.

Her cry was the loudest you had ever heard her and it had you on your feet, scrambling up the bank. Once past your small world of wonder, you were greeted with an endless sea of sweetgrass that was waist high in some areas.

A warm breeze created waves against the landscape, the farmhouse a small speck among the expanse of land. Your head was spinning, it was hard to track exactly where it had come from. It took another cracking screech to set you North.

Your legs pumped until you were consumed in a blind speed. You’d been renowned for your quickness, for your dedication to get from point A to point B. The kids in your town often joked that you were steadier than a steed. Not only were you the fastest in the class, but the fastest in the county according to some. Still- only a child of fifteen, and no man would want to wed someone with speed. It wasn’t a practical skill.

There was a pit deep in your stomach whirled, instinct knowing precisely where Helena was yowling from.

Jorge had gotten there at the same time you did; his brow was leaking with sweat and he panted against the hot air that surrounded you both. Your older brother was tall and lanky, serpent-like with beady black eyes and pitch hair to match your father’s. His shirt hung low against his midsection, his skin pale despite his hours in the sun working the fields.

“Stay back, y/n.” He demanded sharply.

The old well was a mere foot in front of you both but neither made the effort to move forward. The aged wooden plank that covered the stone shaft had been splintered through the middle, worn from age and weather.

Helena’s soft cries echoed up. When your father had first acquired the property, the previous owners explained that it had been boarded up after of the bulls had fallen down and snapped it’s neck. It was too large to pull out and they left it to starve and then rot.

Your father never let any of his children peer down into the well. You wondered if something had pulled Helena here, or if she had simply forgotten of it’s existence. Jorge dropped down to his knees and did a cautious crawl as if his own two feet couldn’t’ hold him anymore.

You saw the exact moment his skin became waxier, almost a gray porcelain paleness that had a green tint. He was swallowing too much, his white shirt coated in the red clay dirt.

“What?” You asked, voice breaking “What is it?”

“Go get Mama.”

It would have been easy to listen to your brother. He was the man of the house when your father wasn’t there but with him pleading for your mother, for an adult, you got a rancid taste in your mouth.

Against your better judgement you edged close enough to the abandoned well. The sun was setting in a fire-filled orange haze with enough color and angle to get a good view of the bottom; a slosh of fallen grass and rainwater, and muck, and yes; the bones of a beast once left to decay and rot in its own silence.

Your sister was wedged within the ribcage of the befallen bull, almost as if she replaced the beating heart that stopped pulsing long ago. Her hands gripped at the sun-bleached bone, knuckles nearly the same color.

It took you a moment to make out the slick, and the red that stemmed from the center of her stomach. The head of the bull had shattered under her weight, all expect the stretching length of it’s curved horn. That was wedged through her abdomen, surrounded in a vibrant rose red that puddled and had already coated her hands.

Prints from her struggle were against the limestone edges of the well. Her eyes pleaded up at you; your kind and caring, and animal-loving sister was trapped inside the remains of one. You fought back the urge to vomit, the rash thought that if the bone ripping through her flesh didn’t kill her, then infection would.

“Y/n get mama!” Jorge hissed again, and this time you didn’t hesitate. You nearly tripped over your own boots with the fever it took to back away from the scene, the metallic scent of blood mixing deliciously with the turn of rotted soil.

You had never run so fast in your life.

Wanda Maximoff had never felt the cold that wormed its way to her bones before. It was the type of cold that almost wasn’t, a stinging, horrible feeling that had her startled from the folded metal chair. It collapsed within itself as the blinked the wine-dark color from her eyes.

She stumbled backward, only to be brought back to the starkness of the room by a soft grip on her elbow. Wanda allowed herself to be held, if not for stability but for comfort. Steve Rodgers had a welcoming hand on the small of her back, the other steadying her.

He was a solid force, and her reaction stirred him.

“Fuck,” the expletive fell from her lips, “Jesus Christ.”

There was quietness to the room in the aftershock of the fallen chair. It was nicer than a standard holding cell. The walls were cream colored, triple enforced to keep people like you inside. There was a bed bolted to the wall, a bunk that was almost like a summer camp endeavor.

A charged glass wall was blocking you from the rest of the world. It was seemingly unbreakable, and in this moment, so were you. Wanda didn’t want to test the glass, nor did she know how to make sense of the memories- your memories- that had flooded every inch of her body.

You were asleep, chest rising and falling at a normal pace, as if none of what Wanda had just seen was flitting around your mind. Soft snores pushed past your lips, one arm hanging over the side of the bed while the other followed the flow of your breathing as it rested on your chest.

Wanda didn’t understand the secrecy and the precaution that surrounded you. The Avengers compound was a constant ebb and flow of different heroes, Inhumans and mutants. What made you so different? What made you an 0-8-4?

It was a term that Natasha had used only once that was usually attached to objects, not a person. It was an object of unknown origin and in that case, it was a power-filled object from space. Space. She’d been through different dimensions, but that, for some reason, struck her as terrifying.

0-8-4’s were never brought here, but then again, they’d never been alive either. Steve had told her that your energy signal was off the charts, and that they wanted her to dig around your head. Something that she denied doing at first. It was an invasion of privacy.

But, there was a certain pleading within Captain America’s eyes that scared Wanda more than the personal rules she set for herself when it came to her power. What she had seen, what she had felt was barely scraping the surface of what your mind contained. She wasn’t keen on pushing past that barrier for the conclusion of that story. Was it even yours?

“What? Wanda, what is it?”

“I… I don’t” She shook her head, eyes hardening as she stared into Steve’s “Where did you find her?”

He hesitated to answer, his eyebrows furrowing before he looked away from the witches’ prying eyes. She’d been part of this team for years now and they were still reluctant with what they were willing to share. Wanda clenched her jaw, then unclenched it before her stare flashed back to your resting form.

There was a small frown that creased your features. You looked so… harmless. You had shifted, folded into yourself as if you were scratching the surface of what flashed before her. Your arm was folded under your head, knees flush to your chest. A small, beautiful whimper escaped you.

“She’s in distress, Steve.”

“Discomfort, more like. It’s better for all of us that she stays in there for right now. The last thing we want to do is harm anyone but if that requires some temporary-“

“Imprisonment?”

“Containment.” He said firmly, eyes hard. Wanda crossed her arms over her chest but stayed silent, letting him continue. She was sure she wouldn’t have been asked if not for her ability to worm her way into minds, to rearrange things. “What did you see?”

“A memory, one that can’t possibly be hers. The timeline doesn’t fit, this is a woman in her mid-twenties and who I saw was barely a teenager on a farmstead. To experience that much tragedy, that much fear and heartache.”

She started to pace, trying to not only work through her own thoughts, but yours as well. It could have been a story, and she was convinced of the fact save for the vividness. There was the feeling of grass tickling her arms and the sharp, undeniable stench of blood.

“Her younger sister died, fell through some rotted wood and fell to her death.” Wanda’s fingers pressed against the edge of her hairline. “She could have lived, but I have my doubts.”

He lifted a perfectly sculpted brow at her. His expression betrayed his compassion towards you, his stance uncomfortable with the topic. While the revelation was heartbreaking it hardly made you extraordinary. They’d all lost people, none had stirred Wanda as you did.

Wanda’s stare found his after darting to you once more, “Steve, I have the sinking feeling that what I saw was only scratching the surface. There are hundreds, maybe thousands, of memories that were pressing in on all sides.”

The sensation of being observed is what pulled you from your fitful sleep. Exhaustion had washed over you like a tidal wave, all at once and leaving your mouth dry like a spoonful of salt. There was a stiffness that rivaled that of the grave you’d crawled out of, and you hoped that it was all a dream.

You were in your bed, in your apartment, after having one too many drinks. It was a horrible stretching nightmare that had plunged you into one sea of darkness from another. But even you weren’t that naïve.

Just as you felt a stranger’s eyes on you now, you had felt the dirt under your nails, the cold sodium-filled takeout as you attempted to chew it. More than anything, you remembered the burning feeling of the Black Widow pressed fully against your back, bending you over Jenn’s kitchen counter.

“I would prefer if you kept the feeling of my wife’s body against yours out of your mind.”

You shot up with a dizzying amount of quickness, heart suddenly in your chest. There was an imbalance to the bed that you were laying on. It was smaller than your own and unfamiliar. The room was stark white. It hurt your eyes and you had to blink the color away. You pressed the heels of your palms close to your eyes.

It felt as if you were locked in a glass shower with an audience and stage lights. The more you looked, the more you realized it was a room, something with no personal effects but a bed and a dimmer switch that you itched to utilize.

A pitcher of water was on an end table. It wasn’t color exactly, but it was more than the rest of your surroundings. Possibly with the worst manners you’d ever exhibited, you drank straight from the pitcher, not remembering the last time you had a drink. Suddenly, you were parched enough to soak your collar.

Despite your audience, you continued until you felt your stomach protest. You used the back of your hand to wipe away the moisture, black dirt was smeared across your skin. It was then, and only then, that you forced yourself to look past the walls of your prison, your enclosure.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” The woman said, walking close to the glass. You could see her clearly now, there was an heir of recognition about her, in the same way that there had been with the Black Widow.

“You were in my head.”

“For a while. It’s my job. But your thoughts are also deafening.”

“Sorry,”

This woman was intoxicating. Alluring and beautiful in her presence. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt hugging her form. You weren’t positive what time it was- what day it was- but it could be late into the night. She looked like she was roused from sleep, and a part of you felt guilty for the fact.

“Don’t apologize, sweetie.” Her voice was much more tender than it had been a few moments ago. “You can’t control being brought back from the dead. A lot of trauma comes with that.”

You stood shakily and walked closer to the glass. They’d taken your shoes and the tile under your feet was frigid. You crossed your arms over your chest and shivered into yourself. You didn’t want to think about the fact that they had undressed you, probably taken your clothes for testing. Instead they left you in a blue set of scrubs.

You averted your stare from your own reflection, not willing or ready to look too hard. You’d much rather look at this stranger, your heart not slowing, your head pounding. Nothing but a simple pane of glass separated you.

“And I was brought back from the dead, wasn’t I? That wasn’t a fucked-up dream where I got hit by a car and then poof God, if there is one, decided that me of all people was worth bringing back.”

She lilted her head, quirked an amusing brow at you. A chill flushed down your spine and seemed to fizzle out at your toes. This woman was gorgeous and terrifying and made you want to squirm. But if this was prison, you had to assert dominance. Right? That’s what Wentworth taught you.

This cell didn’t look or feel like Wentworth, and this Warden had an amused smile tacked to her lips like she had heard your every thought. And she had. At least you assumed that she did. She’d mentioned her wife earlier, and the woman’s body against your own was plaguing you like a runaway freight train.

When she didn’t say anything, you clawed to fill the silence “I want to talk to Bruce.”

“Bruce? Honey, he’s off world.”

“Off… world.” You laughed, softly at first but then almost manically, tears forming in your eyes that you wiped away with your cold fingers. “No, no, that’s really cool. I worked a 9-5 and now I can’t talk to Bruce because he’s in Outer Space.”

“Maybe not outer space, maybe another dimension.”

You leveled her with a humorless glare. She had both of her hands up as if she wanted to comfort you, or the caged animal you had become. You had to give her credit, she seemed just as horrified as you were. She offered up a dim, faltering smile.

There wasn’t a way for you to process this in a gentle manner, there was no one to guide you through it other than Jenn. She’d done this before, lived a whole life that was flipped upside-down and she’d come out on the other side. It was the uncertainty that scared the hell out of you.

“You were in my head earlier,” You stopped suddenly, pressing your fingers against the glass. The woman didn’t flinch. Your frantic breath fogged with each exhalation. “Do you know why I came back?”

She shook her head, “No. Do you remember what you were dreaming about?”

“No.” A weak chuckle, you let your hands drop. “At least we’re on the same page.”

The nurse they allowed to enter through the side of the containment unit took cautious steps towards you that made your chest ache. All your life, people had said how welcoming and kind you were; how they were never afraid to come to you with their worries. It had bothered you before the incident, before your death, but now you missed seeing the stare of those who didn’t harbor any fear.

She was small, a mouse of a thing that had pale blonde hair and startling blue eyes. Her name tag read Julia. Your mind rushed with the paths she’d taken to this place. She must be interning here, much too young to hold a classification herself.

Your finger twitched on your knee, palm sweaty. It’s heat radiated through the thin blue fabric of the pants they’d provided you with. You hated needles, always had. But, you struggled to stay still and the effect that had on poor nurse Julia was making you fidget more.

There was a scent about her. It was under the layers of hairspray, nail polish, and shea butter. It was a sweet metal that made your stomach swirl. Was it her sweat? You’d never smelt anything past walking by the bomb that was the boys locker room, and it certainly had never been this tantalizing before.

Your eyes met hers, crystal blue and uncertain. “You’ll just feel a little pinch”

This is when you pulled your gaze back and instead focused on the cream colored walls. There was no problem with needles, you’d dutifully sit for your flu shots, but something about the sharp edge pushing through a layer of skin and fat before hitting your vein made you nauseous.

“We just need enough to run a few tests.” Julia soothed.

She was a normal nurse in that one, small way. Your mind was itching, blood seeming to congeal. It refused to cooperate and her burning touch was all but dominant against your skin. You both waited for the small tube to fill with black liquid.

Finally, you felt her press the gauze against the crook of your arm and withdraw the needle. Another small pinch and then a massive relief. Her smell hung around you and filled the room. There was an undeniable urge to sink your teeth into her. To taste her.

You’d stopped the elevator just hours before to assess your penchant for brain consumption, but this wasn’t that. This was an intoxicating pull. This was animalistic, the same rush of emotion that had flooded you without prompting during your earlier conversation.

Julia squeezed your shoulder calmly, not entirely over her own reservations, but on the penance that she was a nurse and this was her job. You kept yourself rooted to the bed, fingers digging into the wood. She left the room and you could hear the compressed lock reseal you inside, breathing a sigh of relief.

That sweet odor lingered, and your reaction to it scared you more than anything. The wood beneath your fingertips splintered, and suddenly that anger, that fear, rolled away to shock. That wasn’t… normal. None of this was normal, but you weren’t exactly picked first in sports either.

You were a middle kid, a I guess I wouldn’t mind having you on my team kid. Suddenly your fingers were cutting through wood like it was butter. You let out an indignant squeak and shifted the blanket until the slashes were covered.

“Is everything alright?”

Wanda, you had learned that her name was Wanda, occupied her usual spot in front of the window. A slick sweat covered your forehead. She was holding a small tray that had a steaming bowl of soup and a delicious hunk of French bread.

“I figured you were hungry,” She lifted her chin towards the panel next to your door. “May I?”

“I’m at your mercy.”

And you were, truly. You hadn’t seen anyone but her since you’d woken up. There were shadows of others, people that made the pit in the center of your stomach grow three sizes. You knew exactly what they were doing, you watched enough true crime with Jennifer to know.

Here was this beautiful and powerful woman offering you food and words of comfort, and you allowed yourself to fall for all of it. Listlessly. Because what did you have to lose? You’d already died, and the thought of putting your family through the heartache of resurrection and then possibly enough committal to the ground was too much.

So, let her Stockholm syndrome you. The food smelled divine.

Wanda didn’t hold the same fear that Julia had. In fact, once the compression of air signified that it was okay for her to enter, she did so without hesitation. She set the food down on the equally dull side table and lowered herself onto the corner of the bed, making herself at home.

She’d changed into a pair of jeans, a simple t-shirt that had the outline of SHIELD on its sleeve. You frowned, for a company that does everything in its power to keep itself hidden, they sure loved that stupid bird so much.

“Go on, sweetie. You can eat.”

Wanda had a command about her that made you fold and listen despite any reservations. You took up a spot on the far end of the bed and shoveled the first spoonful into your mouth. An explosion of heady flavors coated your tongue, coaxing a low moan from your lips.

Blush rushed to your cheeks at the spark in the set of stormy eyes that watched you like a hawk. You rushed to break the tension. “So, what’s the plan here? Run a bunch of tests and keep me locked up?”

“Somewhat.” She paused, carefully thinking of her next words. “Y/n, I have the ability to get inside the psyche. Not only can I read every thought, every action, but I can control them too. It’s not something I like to do, nor something I want to. Not without permission.”

You frowned again. You certainly hadn’t given her permission to enter your mind before, and she tensed at the realization. But, you took another bite of soup and swallowed down the spiced broth. What’s done was done. You didn’t expect her to ask, much less admit to her wrongdoing.

“I prefer to ask. Can you tell me what you do for work?”

“Paralegal, the bar seemed like too much stress. But I’m good at my job. I was good at my job before a car turned me into sidewalk art.”

“Right, and your family, what about them?”

There was no desire to think of them and their perfect lives that you’d shattered with your death. Your mother used to sit in the tepid air on the porch swing, downing a glass of wine before she turned to you with tears in her eyes. She’d urge you to be careful working in the city. She’d plead for you to come home. More than anything, she’d utter the phrase a mother should never outlive her daughter.

“My mother is a seventh grade biology teacher and my father runs a painting business that’s been operating my whole life. They’re not very exciting people. They must be worried sick about me.”

Wanda nodded, “Any siblings?”

“Not anymore.”

She stilled at your words and didn’t pry. You were well aware of the fact that she could push through your deflections and learn the information that she wanted to know. But, you respected that she didn’t. Instead, she stared at you, and you stared right back, suddenly not hungry.

Wanda was someone that you felt the need to open-up to. Unlike the brief encounter you had had with her wife. Not that you let that word stick with you, not in the same way that her touch did. Again, you had to push the thoughts to the back of your mind, even if Wanda wasn’t prying.

Instead, she placed a warm hand on your thigh, sending a wave of shivers through your body. You suppressed a whimper at the sudden contact.

“I had a brother named Pietro. He was fast, unnaturally so. Neither of us ever wanted to be heroes, we didn’t think about the future like that. So, when the Avengers, these so-called saviors of the world, recruited us, we knew about the dangers. But it still shocked me when he died. He was my brother. He wasn’t supposed to be fragile like that.”

You stared at her with an amount of tenderness in your eyes that she wasn’t used to from the others. They cared, sure, but in the way that a co-worker would care enough to purchase cut flowers and a ‘sorry for your loss’ card. You were different.

“They’re our protectors.” You swallowed hard, mouth dry “when something drastic happens, it doesn’t seem real.”

“It still doesn’t.”

There was a lapse of silence that pushed memories in your direction. The burning cold weather on the day your own brother had died. You remember the scream that died in your throat and the way you’d knelt in the cracked snow until you couldn’t’ feel your legs or your fingers. It took an EMT with a heated blanket and a horror story about hypothermia to pull you to your feet.

“Jonathan.” You whispered.

She let out a questioning hum, pulling her feet from the floor and making herself more comfortable on the less-than-comfortable bed. “Your brother?”

“My older brother. I followed him around like a lost puppy, but he never complained. He was a hockey player and a damn good one too. He’d use the lake behind our house in Jersey to practice and one winter the ice broke underneath him. He drowned, and I was too weak to save him.”

Wanda let out a shuddered breath. You couldn’t read her facial expression. It was a mix of confusion, or sadness, but not pity and that was something you appreciated. You’d had enough pity, just as your family had enough grief without you adding to it.

She opened her mouth to reply, but both of you were startled when three quick knocks shattered the silence. The Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff, stood on the other side. She showed no interest in breeching the containment unit. Instead, she leveled her wife with a dark stare and held up a folded piece of paper.

“Excuse me,” Wanda whispered, giving your leg a settling squeeze.

She left the plate and exited the holding cell. Her words were muffled, but those unripe green eyes that Natasha possessed kept flicking to you nervously. She too, didn’t’ show pity. It was interest and if you were being honest, you thought you saw the smallest spark of fear.

Wanda took the paper from her wife, squinted at something you couldn’t’ see. You felt like you were at a parent teacher conference, just out of bounds of hearing but you could see their body language; the way that Natasha itched to move closer to Wanda, the fingers that the taller woman pressed to her lips, thumb creasing the paper.

Finally, Wanda turned back towards the glass. Natasha met your stare without issue, hitting the intercom on the other side of the cell. It was her who spoke, her raspy voice falling from the speaker.

“In the spirit of transparency, we want to be honest with you about your blood results.”

You stood from the bed, moving to one side of the barrier. They were intimidating like that, standing shoulder to shoulder with a natural beauty. It made you want to shrink. If not for the paper in their hands you would have curled into yourself at the sight.

“Don’t tell me I’m dying.”

“No, honey.” Wanda shook her head, “Quite the opposite, you’re getting stronger.”

“I don’t understand.”

Natasha lifted an eyebrow and pressed the paper against the glass so you could read it. None of it made sense, it was lines of DNA that looked like musical notes. You shook your head, giving her a confused look.

Natasha scoffed, peeling the paper from the surface of glass. Wanda bit her thumbnail nervously. “According to these…You’re Asgardian, Kitten.”

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somanyratsinthewalls · 10 months ago

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Could I get sum uuuuuuuh bubbglegum with some hints of lemon ice and Neapolitan and bluebell? (Aka Buggy x Reader talking about the rest of the crossguild members but I’ll leave it up to you if they actually include Mihawk and Crocodile as an audience or if Buggy just talks big shit)

Pairing: Cross Guild Buggy x Female Reader (oh and a lil Crocodile and a lil Mihawk hehe)

WC: 2000

Prompt: “You think I don’t care about you? What do you want me to do, push you out there and fuck you in front of them?”

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*thunk* *plop*

“Grrrrowwwww…” Richie leaps across the wooden floor to retrieve the red bouncy ball you were casually firing off against the wall of the ship. Richie bats the ball around in his paws a few times before putting it in his mouth and trotting back over to where you were reclining on a velvet sofa. The lion drops the slobbery ball into your hand that was lazily draped over the edge of the couch.

*thunk* *plop*

You throw the ball again. Richie repeats his motions.

*thunk* *plop*

And again. You were bored out of your mind. Your husband had been sitting in the grand meeting room on the other side of the wall for hours now. You knew that with his new alliance with Mihawk and Crocodile he would have less time to dote on you, but you had barely even seen Buggy in days.

You had tried terrorizing the nearest villages in attempts to keep yourself entertained, but without the warm presence of your captain you still felt unfulfilled. Buggy always made sure he had time to meet your needs, wether that be a hard fucking before he left for his duties or leaving his very own cock detached and in your bed so you could feel him inside you when he wasn’t available.

But this time, he had left you with nothing. You craved the soft yet playful touch of your older lover. Buggy was a sensitive man and took his time to learn the intricacies of your body and soul after you became intimate partners. You quickly fell in love. You were each other’s perfect compliments. He made you crazy and you brought him back to earth. Sometimes you had to reign him in… but tonight you were letting your crazy slip through. You missed him so much, you missed pleasing him and being his good little girl…

*WOOSH*

The doors to the meeting chamber were thrown open. You sit up on your elbows and look behind you. Mihawk and Crocodile were leaving the room and the doors were closing behind them. Richie scampered off.

“Oh I see the clown’s plaything is still sniffing around.” Crocodile remarks as he looks at you. “Don’t worry, little girl, your captain’s in his office safe and sound. We though we’d continue our negotiations tomorrow.”

Your brow furrows and your eyes darken.

“Plaything? I am his wife.” You stand up and square your shoulders.

Mihawk chuckles.

“A clown’s wife? A pirate’s wife? I’m not sure which is more noble.” Mihawk gives you a once over with his eyes before laughing again.

Fire burned in your chest.

“Get out.” You spat at them. You turned tail and threw open the doors to the meeting chamber and let them close behind you. You found your blue haired husband pouring over paperwork at his desk.

“Buggy…” You begin as you stride towards him.

“Well if it isn’t my shooting star.” Buggy looks up from his work and smiles at you. You can tell he’s recently taken a blow to the eye. His smile has a crack to it… not the 1000 megawatt spotlight you were used to.

“I can’t stand them.” You huff out.

“Doll face…” Buggy coos at you as you approach him in his chair. He swivels it to face you. “I know you do. They aren’t my favorite either, but it’s what we gotta do right now.”

You sigh. You straddle yourself over Buggy and nuzzle your face into his neck, pushing his soft blue hair out of the way with your nose. You kiss the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He responds by taking the back of your head in a gloved hand and rakes through your scalp gently. He moves his other hand to grip your hip.

“And what about me, Bugs? Your girl?” You pull back and look into his green eyes. He continues to stroke the back of your head.

“What about you then, sweet cheeks? You’re my wife, my lady, my center attraction! I do all of this so we can conquer the seas together!”

“But those fucking assholes…” You retort while turning your head to the side to escape his comment. You clench your fists. Buggy uses both of his hands to grab your face and turns it to look at him in the eye.

“What do you want me to do, huh? You think I don’t care about you? What do you want me to do, push you out there and fuck you in front of them? You’re my life, y/n, how many times do I have to get that through your head?” Buggy pleads with you, but he was clearly frustrated.

“I… I just don’t know Bugs… are we cut out for this?” You question him. You see the sparkle in his eyes fade out, replaced with a burning fire.

“Y/n…” Buggy lets go of your face, his lips quirking up into a smile. “I am an Emperor of the Sea… and you are my wife… an Empress… if you will…” One of Buggy’s hands cups your cheek while the other cups your ass on his lap. “You will spend no time doubting your authority.”

Buggy quickly closes the distance between your lips and engages you in a heated kiss. You groan at the feeling of finally having your lover’s mouth on your skin again. You instinctively grind your hips down onto Buggy’s growing bulge.

“My little minx, how long have you been waiting for me? It was just one meeting, doll…” Buggy chuckled as he felt your cunt soak his pants, you having chosen to go without panties under your skirt. “You can’t possibly be this needy…” Buggy says as he lifts your hips to slide his fingers through your wetness. You hum out in satisfaction.

“I’m always like this for you, captain.” You buck your hips into his hand to try and gain more contact on your sensitive bits.

“Since you’re already so wet… bend over that chair for me.” Buggy punctuates his order with a swift smack to your ass cheek. You happily hop up and shed your clothes before you bend yourself over the leather arm chair in the meeting room. You grab a pillow to rest your arms and head on as you wiggle your naked ass towards your captain.

“Oh doll face, you’re gonna get it so good…” Buggy strides towards you, unbuckles his pants and shoves them down to his knees. You feel his warm presence behind you and gasp at the sensation of his thick uncut tip pushing through your pussy folds. It comes up to tap at your clit a few times and you whine. Buggy giggles menacingly before slamming his cock into your dripping hole from behind in a single, unforgiving thrust.

“Ah!” You shriek out.

Buggy hammers into you at a wild pace, not giving you a moment to adjust. Your legs completely give out and your whole body weight falls forward. You kick your heels up as Buggy manhandles your smaller frame. You couldn’t control your body anymore as you fist the decorative pillows on the chair you were currently bent over. You moaned and squealed as your powerful husband grabbed onto your colorful pigtails and pulled on them, to guide you back onto his cock.

*WOOSH*

“Clown, we need you to sign a few more papers before we leave.” The doors to the grand meeting hall swing open and Mihawk and Crocodile stride back in. Immediately the duo pauses and looks at your sweaty, fucked-out body poised over the armchair. Crocodile and Mihawk look at each other and then again at you.

“Gentlemen if you haven’t noticed, my wife needed some extra attention today. My apologies, but she needs some tending to.” Buggy slows his thrusts, but not completely stopping them, making you whine out in need. After being given no response, Buggy resumes his relentless pace inside of you, completely ignoring the two men who had just entered the office.

Crocodile chortles. He comes around to face you. He raises his hook and brushes your sweaty bangs out of your face. The cool metal provides you a tingling sensation.

“So you really are crazy for the clown, aren’t you?” Crocodile laughs and watches you try to grind yourself back onto your lover in an attempt to feel more of him.

In your dick-drunk state you nod your head rapidly, throwing your ass back. "Yes! Yes I love him! Fuck, so good!" You moan out.

“Crocodile…” You vaguely hear Mihawks velvet voice ring through one of your ears. “I’d be willing to leave our negotiations the way they stand if our colleague can prove himself worthy.” You could hear the mischief in his voice.

“So you’d like to see the little circus girl cum? I think that might be fun to see… so, sure, why not?” Crocodile grins. Crocodile lifts your head with his hook to look at him. Buggy was still thrusting in and out of your sopping hole from behind. You moan as you feel Buggy graze your sweet spot. “Oh he makes you feel good, huh, little thing?” Crocodile smirks down at you.

You moan in response.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck my captain makes me feel so good!” You grin lazily and push your hips back even harder against Buggy’s . “Oh!” You gasp.

“Mihawk, come look. I think she’s really about to cum, can you believe it?” Crocodiile beckons his cohort over.

“Of course she is, she’s my baby! Show the boys what you can do!” Buggy smiles wildly and detaches one of his hands to rub at your clit, egging on your release. He presses his other hand down on your stomach. “There it is! Come on baby!” Buggy gives one last thrust inside of you before finishing which triggers your orgasm. You scream as you spray out your pleasure juices all over the office.

Buggy was allowing the final spurts of his climax to flow into your walls as he pulled out roughly.

“Now since you have your proof, I’ll be seeing you next week. The deal is settled.” Buggy went back into business mode as he tucked himself back into his pants. He scooped up your nude, lifeless form and seated you on his lap at his desk. “My wife needs some rest, so if you’ll excuse us.” Buggy gestures for the *debatably* more powerful men to leave the room.

Crocodile and Mihawk look at each other before they silently exit the office, Buggy, hopeful he was done with them for a few days. You stayed in Buggy’s arms for at least 30 minutes as he hummed you silly circus tunes.

“That’ll buy us a week’s peace. Let’s head to bed, my sweet doll.” Buggy picked you up to carry you back to his captain’s quarters. You nodded your head and let the warm feeling of your husbands arms overtake you.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 2 years ago

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please can I request soft/ fluff HCs with Peter quill? it’s sinful how little fics there are of him, so had to ask you :) 💕 preferably female but GN is fine too

hii! omg yess that’s so true, there is literally no fics of him! I have searched for so long to find some quill fics but often come up empty, so if anyone has recs, please please send them my way (I need them and him) ive never wrote for quill so hope these are accurate. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

headcanons/ imagines

peter quill x f reader

warnings || none

a/n || I may have done this first, sorry to all the others in my inbox, this was something fun to do and hopefully it might kick me into writing again

masterlist + rules

taglist

- it’s a given, but you guys talk about music ALL the time, it’s definitely a very important part of your relationship. maybe you share new songs with him from different decades, but you definitely prefer his music and he loves that you love his music

- he has an abundance of funky, fun and cool graphic tees, he loves to share them with you and probably prefers them on you

- he definitely fell first

- he loves to make you laugh, constantly cracking jokes. doesn’t even need to try and you’d just be laughing or smiling at him. his favourite laughs of yours are when you snort or cackle at his unintentional jokes

- it makes him feel special that you pay attention to the little things he says and when you react earnestly to them

- even though he LOVES the other guardians, he definitely prefers one on one time with you and loves to have you all to himself. he also loves your attention, and he definitely craves time with you

- he has major abandonment issues, so he doesn’t like you leaving his side. you’d be like his lucky rock, or a special penny that he always needs near. you are incredibly special to quill and he is often terrified that he’ll lose you too

- he craves validation, especially from you

- he is a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for. he’s definitely learnt tonnes from rocket over the years

- if he ever has to do a mission separately from you (would take a lot of persuasion and reassurance first) but he always brings back some special for you, something tailored and important to you, something that holds significance

- he’s incredibly sentimental, again not always showing it. he feels safe with the other guardians, but even more so with you. he doesn’t often like talking about his mother (he finds it too difficult) it took a lot of time, but he eventually shared that part of his life with you, and he was glad he did because your reaction was exactly what he needed

- an amazing hugger, he’s super comforting and safe. he has a very homely vibe and instantly makes you feel at ease

- you two have a very fun and easygoing relationship, it’s light and airy, but serious and passionate when it needs to be. a very sincere and genuine dynamic

- he taught you how to speak groot, he’s a great teacher but it took some getting used to

- he likes when you sit on his lap when he steers the ship, even though it’s not technically safe, he loves having you near when he is in the captain's seat (or just on his lap in the seat in general)

- but if need be, your seat is behind him, so it’s not too far away

- he loves teaching you things, he wanted to be the one to teach you about the ship and its buttons and controls

- I had this idea: that you take him to earth (he might not be too fond of the idea at first) but you surprise him with concert tickets so you both could see a band he loves. he’d never stop talking about it, and he’d keep the ticket stubs pinned up so he could look at them all the time

- he would do ANYTHING for you, he goes love blind (may have gotten himself hurt a couple of times to protect you)

- you both invented a special code/ encryption so you can talk to each other over comms. if he is on the other side of the ship (maybe tinkering) he’ll send you a secret message to let you know he’s thinking of you

- you guys don’t really argue (that’s not a bad thing either) if you have a disagreement it’s usually very light, and unserious, he’d probably accidentally make you laugh during it and then everything goes back to normal

- but if you ever do get into an argument, he can be quite stubborn

- he is a man-child (but the best kind!!) he can be immature and cocky but he’s always lighthearted. he’s just a fun-loving goof

- he loves when you call him starlord (but you don’t say it too often, so it doesn’t lose its meaning)

- you helped him process his grief, especially after yondu. once he felt comfortable talking about him again, he’d tell you all of these stories about him growing up

- he no longer drinks to forget, he now prefers a social drink after a mission with the crew instead. he doesn’t feel the need to drink himself silly now that he has you

- the guardians think you’re a great addition to the team and love that you make quill so happy

- you and peter share stories of earth with the others, sometimes you’d bend the truth and say wacky absurd things to joke around with them, but that being said it often flies over their heads, especially drax and mantis

- you two are definitely best friends as well as a couple, the perfect balance of friendship and romance, which is what makes the connection so special

#peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill x you #peter quill x female reader #peter quill x fem!reader #peter quill x gn reader #peter quill headcanon #peter quill fanfic #star lord #guardians of the galaxy #starlord x reader #starlord x you #marvel fan fiction #marvel #mcu fanfiction

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onskepa · 3 months ago

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Hello Halo Hello! I am here! As promised, MUWAHAHA!

And I have brought forth a Lo'ak x reader request!

(Be warned this is gonna be lengthy, cause I wanted the request to be clear, I hope you don't mind.)

(Backround for the request):

Instead of Neteyam dying or being the one shot, it was Lo'ak. Eywa had decided to bless Lo'ak a second chance in a way, by sending him to a past version of earth, during a time of trees and modern technology, but still a pretty damn healthy version of earth.

It's there, that as a human he fell in love with a lovely happy go lucky human gal and as years past even got to marry and have children with her, ten children to be exact soon to be eleven. (Jake would be Hella proud. 😏 lol)

The first to be born were the sextuplets! Six at once, eywa was it a miracle, to which he did not faint upon finding out. (He did) and one more two years later, and then twins three years after and then five years after that, their youngest child who would soon no longer be the youngest since the eleventh child was soon on their way.

He was truly filled to the brim with joy, but even at his most happiest, he missed his family dearly.

(The Request):

Lo'ak, after getting shot on that sinking ship, is then blessed by Eywa to have a second chance at life on a past version of earth. Years later Eywa sends him and his family back to Lo'ak's home world and timeline on Pandora in the body of Na'vi's.

His family comes to meet his Now birth family in Awatalu, (I have no idea if I spelled that right! I'm so sorry!) After a bit of a tense soon turned joyous reunion, the families come to meet for the first time and learn about eachother as they interact for the first time.

The children however, have a bit of a difficult time adjusting, but try to for the sake of their dad. Even his wife who is so open minded has a bit of a hard time, but loves seeing her husband so happy.

It's a bit difficult, but they try to adjust to this new adventure and life, cause Lo'ak seems so happy.

[Little extra notes for ya!]

I actually have some ideas for some characteristics on the kids if you wanna hear about em! And or if you have questions of course!

Thanks once again as always for reading my request hun, I hope this was okay! 💕(♡≧ 𓎺 ≦)=ъ ♡💕

okie dokie *cracks my knuckles* Sit down ya'll, this is gonne be a ride. Also, to keep my mind sane, I am cutting down the number of the children from 11 kids to 6.

P.S: This beautiful cover is done by none other than @quirkyhero !!! She has done an amazing job!

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Brace for imapact

Lo’ak sully was ready to die. After the constant mess he caused, from bringing his siblings to dangerous areas, to bringing his brother in a death trap. Lo’ak was ready to pay his deed by sacrificing himself instead of his older brother. Feeling the bullet hit a vital area on his body, lo’ak felt so much pain. He knew he was shot, and that he was not going to make it.

So he jumps over the rail of the ship, letting his body go limp as it hits the water. The feel of the cool water surrounding him. His energy quickly draining. As long as neteyam lives, that is all it matters. So, smiling to himself, lo’ak lets Eywa take him in peace. Knowing that he did something good for once.

“Llo….? ca…��.ear….me?”

There was a voice, it sounded distant yet loud at the same time. A massive headache kept hitting lo’ak. A bright light stinging his eyes, making the headache much worse. Trying to blink, letting his eyes adjust to what is in front of him.

“W-what….?” he mutters out. Damn, does he feel the need to vomit for some reason. Is this how it feels after dying? Is that Eywa he sees…? Why does she looks so….human?

“Hello??? Can you hear me??” the sound of fingers snapping next to his ear. Gently slapping his cheek, the person was trying to wake him up.

“Eywa..?” lo’ak asks out loud.

“Huh? What is that??”

Now fully waking up, lo’ak sat up really fast. He looks around, it looks like he is at a beach? He lays on the sand.

“Hey, you ok? Do you know where you are?” the voice became more clear, feminine.

Lo’ak turns around and sees it's a human girl. She looked confused yet worried.

“Hey, you ok in there? Found you washed up on shore, knocked out real cold. Were you surfing or something? The tides are pretty high these days” the girl kept on talking.

But for lo’ak it was just a buzz.

He looks down at his hands and legs. His skin is not blue. His stripes are gone. He has dark skin.

He is human.

The girl didnt know what to make of the strange guy she found at the beach. The second he looked at his hands he began to freak out. Unconsolable and began rambling in a whole different language she has never heard of. She didn't want to call the cops as they might arrest him for probably wrong reasons. So where did she go next?

Hospital.

It was better than sending him to a mental one. They would have been worse than the cops.

So that is where they currently are. The doctors examined him, taking tests, everything.

“What is your name, young fella?” the doctor asks.

The strange boy answers. “Lo’ak Te Suli tsyeyk’itan”

What?

“That is um….a unique name” the doctor compliments as kindly as he can.

The strange guy looks nervous, looking down at his hands.

“You can just call me lo’ak”

Lo’ak…what a nice name.

2005

It has been 5 years since lo’ak arrived on planet Earth. However, as if it wasn't strange enough, he was sent back more than a hundred years in the past. It was less technology, still plenty, but not as much as the humans used in his time. The beauty of earth will always take his breath away. The air was clean, humans were more kind. Dare say, more peaceful.

The young girl who found him, offered to stay with him until he managed to be independent. Went to the human school, it was…..interesting to say. The teens were beyond different than the na’vi teens, even spider. Trends to follow, pointless gossip, but entertaining. At least there were sports he can partake in like track and archery. Spent good years, made some decent friends. Lo’ak will admit he was somewhat popular because of how “cool” he looked, along with his name.

Graduation happened, became an adult in the eyes of the humans. A man in the eyes of whom he likes to call his savior. The now young who found him. Sevin, a loving name he would call her.

“A loving name my dad would say to my mom” he would say time to time when sevin asks what it means. Lo’ak used to talk about a tribe he was part of, his dad marrying a native. Sevin did some hard research, all about native tribes from all over the world, and not one came up with the name “Omatikaya” , a tribe lo’ak says he was born in.

When nothing came about, in answering how lo’ak came to this world, he stopped mentioning it all together.

And later on, he and sevin married.

“Come on everyone! Let's find a good spot!” Lo'ak tells his family as they get out of their family van. 6 little heads all sprawled out from the sliding doors, all chatting at the same time. Sevin trying to tell something to her husband but even her shouts

It was summer break and lo’ak thought the best way to start off a summer vacation is a beach trip.

It honestly sounded so easy on paper than in reality.

Having 6 kids is not so easy. Lo’ak doesn't know what is better or worse, all 6 children being born at the same birth? Or having them be in different ages thus being in different stages of life? Either way, he is thankful for his wife giving him such beautiful yet unique children.

Every day, he secretly gives his thanks to Eywa. Though she might not be aware.

“Wait wait! Litx! Moe’seykxel! Both of you stop it! Nifu stay there-wait, d-dad!!! Your children want to eat sand!” the eldest son shouts, ‘awve. He tries to separate his two young siblings from trying to beat each other.

Lo’ak couldn't help but laugh so loudly. His oldest has become a stricter copy of his older brother. Shaking his head, he helps out.

“Ay, let them. Sometimes it's ok for your siblings to fight it out” he says. ‘Awve huffs.

“Besides, you stress too much. We are at the beach, a place to chill and relax. Worrying to death is my job, not yours” lo’ak goes on.

Suddenly, there was a quick tug from his trunks, looking down he sees the youngest of his sextuplets. Bending down, he lets his daughter whisper in his ear.

“Moe’ango is crying again,” Nifu says.

She points over to see moe’ango crying large tears as he stands still, terrified of a little hermit crab. Who is just as terrified as the boy.

A grin sneaks up to his mouth, yup, this is going to be a long beach day.

“Hubby! Look what I got~” sevin, the love of his life, the jewel in his eye, the light in his darkness, stands before him proudly waving around the ingredients to make smores.

“Isn't it more for camping…? In the mountains…?” lo’ak asks as he grins as he raises his shoulders.

His wife drops her smiles and is replaced with a frown.

“Who said smores are only exclusive to camping? Camp police?” she asks.

Lo’ak leans back, “yes” he replies sounding so confident.

His face was then met with the plastic marshmallow bags.

“Too bad! We are gonna make them, whether you like it or not” his wife says with a playful smirk. Knowing she won't change her mind, lo’ak gets the fire pit started.

As he and his wife work together, they would glance over at their children, making sure they are safe while having fun.

Sevin smiles warmly as she looks at her children, “hey, remember when we found out how many there were?” she asks lo’ak. He sighs silently.

“How can I not? I thought I was dreaming”

“Is she ok?! Is my child ok?!” lo’ak asks in fear towards the doctor. His wife was in labor, it looked very painful which scared him to death.

The doctor looked at him with a reassuring smile.

“Yes, they are fine. In fact, you can come see them. They will be very delighted to see you”

Lo’ak couldn't help but feel slightly suspicious with the tone the doctor said. His wife and child better not be in any form of danger.

So silently he follows the doctor, leading him to the room his wife currently stays in. The door opens and a handful of nurses leave. All smiling and congratulating him, to which he is thankful about.

As he enteres, the first thing he sees is his wife. Feeling excited, he quickly goes over to her and gives her the deepest kiss. She happily reciprocates.

“Our child? Is it a boy or a girl?” he couldn't help but ask. His wife smiles nervously.

“Yes” was all that was said. Making him feel confused.

Sevin points across from her, lo’ak following her direction.

Across the room he saw 6 little beds, and in them were 6 little babies.

“We have sextuplets babe,” sevin says.

The doctor smiles happily, “I bet you are feeling very excited, aren't you?”

THUMP!!!

Sevin and the doctor look over to see lo’ak passed out flat on his back.

“Lo’ak?”

“Remember? You were out the whole time!” sevin says as she and lo’ak laugh together at the funny memory.

“Sextuplets, I see my kids everyday and I still can't believe it” she goes on, looking out as her kids play in the sand, crafting whatever they want.

“What can I say? I got a magic d-”

“Mellow time!”

Sevin shoved a big marshmallow in lo’ak’s mouth, making him choke in the instant.

“We are in public!” she scolds.

Lo’ak chewed the sweet treat, but before he can say anything, he noticed something. Making sevin turn too.

Nifu was getting a bit too far into the sea for their liking. Quickly they get up as they notice their other children follow suit.

“Hey hey! What did we say about going too far? Come back!” lo’ak shouts as he and his wife run towards them.

“But dad! There is something in the water! Something shiny!” hawne says as he points at whatever he is looking at.

“It looks like a big light bulb!” litx says.

“Oooooh!! I wanna touch it!”

All of the 6 siblings go father, making their parents panic.

“KIDS! STOP!!” sevin screams. Both of them reach the water, desperately trying to reach them. But just as they were about to, some force yanked them down into the water. Not just lo’ak and sevin, but also the 6 children. The entire sully family were yanked down in an instant. Silence was all that was left.

The soft sounds of the ocean were heard, starting distant at first, but when lo’ak was slowly gaining consciousness, the sounds became louder. Slowly opening his eyes, he finds himself at the beach…? But the beach looked different. Somehow.

How long was he out-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!”

Hearing a high pitched scream, he gets up and looks over to see…

A na’vi child?

Wait.

Na’vi?

NA’VI!!!

Looking down at his hands, he sees his hands are blue! With stripes! Holding his hair, his braids are back! His kuru and tail! He was ba-

“WHAT IS THIS!? GET OFF GET IT OFF!!! WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!!” the na’vi child continued to scream. Panicking.

The other children began to look at themselves and began to freak out. All screaming and crying. The other adult na’vi, who is also freaking out, was screaming. Lo’ak doesn't know what is going on but somehow he is back to pandora. His family with him.

“Ssshhhhh its ok, its ok, sevin, sevin look at me” lo’ak tries to calm down his wife. She tries to fight back.

“Dont touch me!! Who are you!?”

“Sshh, its me! Lo’ak!”

This stopped sevin for a moment, taking a good look at him. Taking in the details.

“Lo’ak…? Is that really you?” she whispers….

He takes in the details of his wife too. Having the traits of omatikaya. Her eyes now astonishing golden color, like that of the sunsets. Her stripes beautifully decoration her body. Her hair is now black but the style has remained the same.

“Yes, yes it's me” lo’ak nods happily.

“If that is you…then does that mean they are…” sevin looks over at the still panicking children.

“Yup, we better calm them down”

“Na’vi….we are na’vi…?” ‘awve asks, still playing with his tail.

After long hours of exhaustion from crying, lo’ak managed to explain to his family what they are now. It was very hard for them to accept their new looks. Lo’ak can tell a few of his kids still cant believe all of it is real.

“Na’vi….omatikaya. You are from this world….how did you get to earth?” sevin asks, Her memories playing back to the day she met him.

“I have no idea” lo’ak answers honestly.

“So…..what do we do now? Still doesn't help that we are in some island” litx says as she points to the forest behind them.

Very true.

“One thing left to do. Explore, see if there is any fruits we can find” lo’ak suggests.

“Food….what can we eat exactly??” moe’ango asks. Feeling his tummy rumble.

“Whatever we find, I will tell you if it is edible or not”

With that, they all huddled close, holding hands as they make their way into the forest.

It was deathly silent. Getting used to your old body sure is odd. Trying to recall his hunting methods and skills. Lo’ak would refuse to admit but he is clearly rusty. Which is not good, not knowing what kind of animals lurk within the small forest. What is dangerous or not.

Not only that, he fears they might come across another na’vi. Something he dreadfully does not want to do.

“Dad, nifu wants to know how much longer?” moe’seykxel asks in a whisper.

“We can take a break if you want but we have to keep going-”

They all fell into a pit. It was a trap!

The kids began to scream. Their sounds alert someone nearby.

“We caught them!” an unknown voice was heard.

Illuminating torches were seen, getting closer, and then looking down at the family were na’vi! Lo’ak immediately knew these na’vi. They were of reef. An idea quickly popped in his mind. Perhaps they know of the Metkayina clan!

Luck was never on lo’aks side.

The reef na’vi tied him and his wife but not his kids thankfully. But were being watched carefully as they are lead deeper into the forest.

“We are not dangerous! We dont know where we are!” lo’ak tries to tell the warriors in na’vi. Speaking english for so long, his accent was clear as day. It doesn't make him look good. The warriors might think he is a dreamwalker.

The warriors ignore him.

At what seems the end of the forest, more light was seen. And more reef na’vi were also seen. Torches and fire pits illuminating the grounds.

This is good and bad.

“Dad! Who are they!?” one of his kids ask.

“Lo’ak what are they gonna do to us!?” sevin asks loudly.

“Lo’ak?”

A voice in the gathering crow was heard. The reef na’vi make way for another na’vi. This one however, was not reef.

Her skin was dark blue, matching lo’ak and his family.

“Do I know you…?” lo’ak asks. The girl did seem familiar.

“Oh my eywa….it is you! Lo’ak! Its me! Tuk!” tuk finally says as she hugs him.

Tears of joy fall from her eyes.

Did he hear that right?

This grown woman, is tuk? His baby sister?

“YOU’RE A WOMAN!?”

Word reach to the sully family. Quickly they all ran towards the main gathering area of the village. Tonowari told them that someone claims to be their long dead son.

Neytiri had to see for herself. Not caring if she isnt as fast as she used to, but she has to see.

Following was jake and their other children.

“Its him right? How is he alive??” kiri asks.

“I dont know, but we have to check this out” jake answers rather fast.

Seeing the large crowd, the people made a path for them. There in the center was tuk. Who was cooing, coddling, poking, and hugging 6 na’vi children. A femal adult was looking at tuk with wide eyes and extreme confusion.

“Mom! Dad! Look! Its lo’ak! He came back! I told you didnt I? I told you he would come back” tuk shouts happily, pointing at a forest looking na’vi.

Jake looked into the young man’s eyes. It was instant. Jake knew, that was indeed lo’ak. His son whom everyone thought, died in the space dragon ship. The son he and his family mourned for years. He is back.

“Lo’ak…?” neytiri whispers. Tears ready to fall.

He smiles, “h-hi….ummm….Im home….with my family…”

Kiri and neteyam look over at the 6 kids tuk was cuddling over.

“You did not waste any time huh brother?”

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! NGL, it was pretty tricky to write it. Even now I have some doubts in the finished work. However, hopefully you all liked this one! Until next time! See ya!

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1: ‘awve = first, ordinal [top left]

2: hawne = soft of an object [top right]

3: litx = blade [sharp] (middle right)

4: moe’seykxel = strong, confident [both emotionally and spiritually] [middle left]

5: moe’ango = soft sound [bottom left]

6: nifnu = silent [bottom right]

#avatar #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar 2 #na'vi x human #lo'ak #jake sully #lo'ak imagine #lo'ak sully #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak avatar #lo'ak x you #omatikaya clan #metkayina clan #human lo'ak

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coroikacrackships · 3 months ago

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COROIKA CRACKSHIPS IVE JUST COME UP WITH A MASTERPIECE

SPECS X AVIATORS X RIMZ X FULL MOON

GLASSES POLYCULE

Today's Coroika Crack Ship Is!

Specs, Aviators, Half-Rim, and Full Moon Glasses!

It's Friday, time for a requested ship!

My mind has been fried for a while now due to stuff like the Grand Fest, the new coroika leaks dropping, and mostly irl issues. But I didn't want to go another Friday without a post so here we are

Ah yes, Team Glasses... There really should be more mixed teams. Anyway, these four have some really good interactions with each other. So Half Rim is the type of person to be up to something, whether that something is a good thing or not is to be decided. But if something like a bee flies into a room, the others are defiantly folding in this situation, while Half Rim is the one to open a window or something. Full Moon is a lot more talkative compared to Half Rim, especially since she's around people she likes. She often tells the best jokes, always has some interesting trivia to tell, and DM for any tabletop nights. Specs definitely plan things out, places to go, things to do. He's the not so straight man, tries to be at least. But his overthinking leads him to doing stupid stuff. But as we know, the others are really supportive of Specs, they enjoy his company and everything he does for them. Aviators is super down to earth compared to the others. He keeps them grounded, he's the support of the supports. He knows the right words to say whenever anyone is feeling down.

Thank you for your suggestion!

Wanna have you're crack ship called out? Just ask and by every Friday, I'll pick out one that interests me the most! Any request from previous weeks are still valid as well!

#coroika #splatoon manga #coroika crack ships #splatoon #weekly suggested ship #My laptop blue screened while making this

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imdeadinsidesiriuslydead · 1 year ago

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Hello ! Hope you're doing good <33

Can I request platonic headcanons of YJ! Dick,Kaldur,M'gann (and any other characters that you think will suit this idea). Them meeting alien!reader(any gender you like) who's around the same age as them and that recently joined the YJ? Like for example,reader has 4 arms and has a cool space ship and being able to control elements (water or smth) ?

Please ignore this if you want I suck at making requests. Hope you have a good day/night !

From Another World | yj! Characters x platonic Alien! reader

a/n: I am doing good thanks for asking! I love this! It’s so creative and I never really get to do platonic things so I’m so happy I got this request!

Warnings: None. Gender of reader is never mentioned.

Contains: Robin, Aqua Lad, Miss Martian. Season 1 timeline.

ROBIN:

Robin would have immediately welcomed you to the team.

he keeps his distance though, his training with Batman taught him to find weaknesses and strengths of anyone he’s around. It’s like a switch in his brain he can’t switch off.

He would like to train you to use your water manipulation powers but knows he probably no help with that.

he would do research on your world to get some background information. He’s a sneaky little thing

He probably try to crack a few water jokes around you.

“Hey Y/N! H2O is water but what is H2O4?”

”Robin that’s not a eleme-“

”For swimming and drinking!”

”Get out of my room.”

He would probably try to find any possible weaknesses or kill spots on your spaceship.

He would ask you to teach him to fly it, and of course you do.

He would be interested in teaching you hand to hand combat with multiple arms, but again might not be the best at doing that since he only has two.

He would teach you how to hack a basic computer, standard knowledge amongst the team

Aqua lad:

Aqua lad welcomed you with loving arms onto the team, being the leader.

He starts training you how to use your Water powers in battle, and is constantly looking for new tactics and weapons to teach you to form with water.

He would take you to Atlantis and show you around, being the one of the only other member of the team who can breath underwater is lonely so he’s glad he can take you back and show you his home, he’s really proud to be an Atlantian

He would be very interested in learning your native language and the power of your people

He would totally introduce you to Aquaman

He would tell you about his struggles with dealing with his emotions and feelings about Tula. He feels like you two are connected through your abilities and is willing to let down his wall and not be a tough leader around you.

you two become pretty close friends quickly after joining. He’s very glad of the new addition on the team.

Miss Martian:

M’gann is so freaking happy to meet another alien

She s felt so isolated with her ability set and her not being from earth made her feel like she didn’t truly belong

But since you came along that is out the window!

She starts sharing about her home life on Mars and opens up about what her true form looks like before she told the others.

M’gann would form two extra arms to teach you how to properly fight against your enemy

She would be very interested in learning your planet’s costumes and culture and she would share hers as well.

She would teach you all about human culture as well and would help you pick a secret identity

She would definitely make you cook with her.

She’d show you food from mars and how to cook it along with human food. She would love to see and try some of your planets food too.

M’gann would teach you to fly the Bioship and would love to show off her organic clothes

When you show her your spaceship she would freak.

She would love to learn how to fly it and would love to visit your home world with you.

She’d open up about feeling like an outsider in the team and how you being there just makes her feel more at home and at ease.

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sorry if this is really short!

request are open!

#dc comics #young justice #dick grayson x reader #young justice show #kaldur x reader #m’gann m’orzz #M’gann x reader #miss martian #robin x reader #robin #aqualad #aqualad x reader #young justice phantoms #young justice invasion #miss Martian x reader #Young justice season 1

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alexandraisyes · 4 months ago

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*skitters in in need of nice and funky things* HOKAY. SHIPS. I am honestly open to nearly all ships due to the fact my aro-ace ass simply doesn't require them to live BUT I do have few that either sparks my interest or i think they work pretty well :3 I also go by the logic they are robots and relationships cannot be really compared to humans. Earth x Eclipse - I don't what it is with Earth cracking the harshest personalities but my god, Eclipse v4 warming up to her to the point of tolerating was a feat and sparks immense joy. Allowing Earth to hug him and hang out? Chat? Feel loved? Absolutely precious. Earth respects his boundaries and at the same time Eclipse appreciates her embracing his persona. It's just such a good premise for a slightly odd but good couple. I love it. Sun x Eclipse (many versions) - Canon divergence with Sun and Eclipse working it out? YES. Solar and his original Sun? My god please yes. Oh, what's his? Lord Eclipse and his Servant Sun? Mhm mhm yes. Excellent. So many potentials. So many ways to roll with the ship. Can be loving or spicy or unhealthy. So many choices. Nexus x Solar - do I even have to explain. I think many feels similar about this one. Nexus as new moon found his Sun, even if that Sun is eclipsed. Solar desperately needed someone to love and appreciate him. I am both friend shipping them and shipping, both works for me beautifully.

Sun x Moon - ho boi a controversial one but hey, what is the multiverse for if not ship anything you want (especially since it was even confirmed in canon that romantic DCAs are as normal and common as brotherly bonds or coworkers or absolutely hating each other). They are AIs inhibiting robotic bodies. They are synthetic beings and their understanding of bonds are different than the ones of a biological critters. They are a bundle of codes that try to understand the convoluted partnerships and roles among each other. Protective Moon and caring Sun may decide their bond is on the romantic spectrum. Cos who knows Sun better than their Moon? What is Moon without their Sun? :) Those would be the ones that stick to my brain. Thank you for making the small sharing time! I hope you have a lovely day/evening :) Cheers!

Hiii Wonszu!!! (Waving at u from my enclosure!!!)

I think that Eclipse deserves something nice. And maybe Earth could be that something nice, in the right circumstances.

They're literally my first ship (just normal SunChips) in this fandom and ough. Ough. I literally never even considered the idea of shipping the sillies until I found out that this fandom has a fucking ao3 tag. I was still mostly in the UTMV fandom when I started watching TSAMS, and my poor fandom then was burning while I was slowly jumping ship.

I think they're sweet. I don't see them as romantic myself, but I support those who do. They remind me of the relationship my brother had with his best friend.

I think the fandom is slowly getting over their whole general "every sun and moon HAS to be related and platonic" since we have people hardcore shipping Helios (dark sun) and Nexus. Not to mention the AU Sun and Moon in DoctorF's fic, Sunlo and Moonlit. They're cute. I don't see why we can't have TSAMS AUs where the dynamics are different when it's generally acceptable to ship SolarMoon as an AU. Idk maybe I'm biased, I've been shipping Sun and Moon (in general) since like immediately when Security Breach came out. I took one look at them and went "oh yes they are so fucking gay". And jadkl;fsjads it was such a lonely time when I didn't know anyone else who shipped them.

As I've already said before, I see TSAMS as just one DCA au amongst many DCA aus. Do whatever the fuck you want bro.

Ask Game - Send Me Ship Headcanons (TSBS)

#alex answers #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#tsams ship #dca ship #solarmoon #solar x nexus #solarnexus #sunchips #eclipse x sun #shadowplanet #eclipse x earth #Non TSAMS canon ->#sun x moon

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nyxlaufeyson · 6 months ago

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Gift from the Sky

Loki Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Third

Ship: Loki x Darcy Lewis

Type: Fluff... maybe a little crack as well? But that's just bc it's literally impossible to write this ship without just a bit of fun.

Warning: Lil bit of suggestive referencing but that's it

Wordcount: 1,769

Synopsis: It's not every day an angel ends up bleeding in your yard. But it did happen to Darcy Lewis.

A/N: This was originally part of my AU-gust shit last year, and well, yeah it just got finished. Slowly trying to crack my writers block. Tasertricks is so fun tho!!!

“What the shitballs?” Darcy said, hearing a loud crash outside. Having some sort of self-survival skills, she grabbed her taser and headed outside, where she found a man laying on the ground.

Darcy stared at the man for a second, who made no move to get up. “Uh, sir?” She called, but the man didn’t answer.

She contemplated calling the cops, as the man looked pretty beat up. He had several cuts and bruises adorning his face, and seemed to have taken a pretty big fall. Where he had fallen from, however, was not something Darcy knew.

“Are you ok?” She asked, and this time the man groaned in response. Baby steps, baby steps. “Do you want me to call the police?” She asked, and that seemed to get the man's attention.

“No.” He responded, slowly sitting up. “No need for police. I apologize for the intrusion. I’m assuming I’m on Midg- Earth?” He asked, and Darcy stared at him.

Maybe he she would need her taser after all. It was becoming increasingly clear that this man was either on drugs, or just batshit crazy. Darcy wasn’t taking any chances on either. “Yes, you are on Earth. New Mexico, to be exact.”

The man stood up, wiping some dirt off of his outfit. He was rather tall, and his black hair was loose around his face. He was dressed in some sort of white robe that faded to black at the bottom.

Then it hit Darcy. There was a mental facility not too far from where she lived, and there was a chance that this man had somehow escaped.

“Look dude.” She said, still gripping her taser in the pocket of her jacket. “I don’t know where you’re from, or how you ended up here, but I don’t care. As long as you get off my property, I won’t snitch. There’s a gas station down the road you can go to if you want.”

He seemed to nod, and then he tried to rub his back with his hands. Darcy had no clue what he was doing, so she just stood there. “Got an itch or something?”

He shook his head, frowning, before turning around so Darcy could see his back. “Is there anything there? Any pair of, perhaps, big objects on my back?”

Darcy opened her mouth a little bit, confused as frick, before shaking her head. “Nope, just your back.” She said, before squinting a bit further. “Wait. You're bleeding.”

Darcy walked up closer to the man, still well aware of the heavy weight of her taser in her pocket, to get a closer look. “Holy guacamole, dude! What did you do to your back?”

Blood was quickly seeping through the fabric of the man’s robes, and Darcy became increasingly concerned. “Ah.” He said, seemingly coming to a realization. “So that’s where the pain was coming from.”

Darcy contemplated her choices of actions before making a decision. Chances were, this guy wasn’t going to want to call an ambulance, for whatever reasons that might be. But, because Darcy was a decent human being, she didn’t want to send the man off to bleed out either.

“Look, I’ve got some stuff I can bandage you up with inside, but you’ve gotta at least tell me who you are.” She finally said, and the man nodded.

“I am Loki, angel of Alfheim.” He introduced, before tilting his head. “Well, was an angel of Alfheim. I suppose now I’d be considered fallen.”

“Right.” Darcy said, sighing. So this man was from the mental ward. Fantastic, really, since she had just offered to patch him up.

She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, not letting her guard down, and helped him inside. She had him sit on a chair while she grabbed some antiseptics and bandages. “I’m going to need you to take the robe off your back, but please leave the bottom half on.” She said, and she heard the man laugh from the other room.

“So, how’d you get your black to bleed like that?” Darcy asked, taking in the two oddly shaped wounds. It was almost like… She chuckled to herself. “Let me guess, your wings fell off or something?”

Loki grimaced as Darcy began to wipe away some of the blood. “Something like that.” He replied, and Darcy silently shook her head as she applied some of the antiseptic to his skin. He hissed, but she continued her movements.

“I appreciate your hospitality…” Loki trailed off, and Darcy smiled.

“Darcy.” She said, cutting off some of her bandage wrap to use. She had to walk around Loki, wrapping him up like a present. Luckily, the bandages managed to stop most of the bleeding, so that was good.

He grunted as the bandage rubbed up on his wound, but managed to pull off a tight smile. “Nice to meet you, Darcy.”

Darcy finished with the bandages and zipped them up in a first aid kit and put it up in the closet before tossing Loki a water bottle. “Drink this.”

Loki did as he was told, gulping down the water as Darcy checked the pantry. “You hungry?” She asked, digging around to find something she could offer him.

“Yes, actually.” Loki said, and Darcy pulled out a can of chicken noodle soup.

“I have this.” She said, holding the can up. “I probably need to go grocery shopping, because I don’t have a whole lot.”

Loki nodded, waving his hand in the air. “Yes, that will suffice, thank you.” He said, and Darcy threw the soup in the microwave, because she didn’t feel like waiting to heat it up in a pot.

Once it was done, she poured it into a bowl and grabbed a spoon, handing it to Loki. “Thank you.” He said, and Darcy grabbed a bag of chips for herself.

Once they were both done eating, they wallowed in silence for a few minutes before either of them said anything. Finally, Darcy broke the silence. “So who are you really?” She asked, catching Loki a bit off guard.

“I am who I said I am. Loki, angel-fallen-of Alfheim.” He replied, but Darcy just raised her eyebrows.

“Right, so I’ve heard, but why have you fallen, or whatever you call it, to Earth?” She inquired, still convinced that this was probably an escaped patient. He didn’t seem to mean her any harm, though, so she figured it would be alright. She didn’t completely relax, since she wasn’t that stupid.

The man/angel shrugged. “I grew bored of such familiar scenes. After so long, there was nothing left for me there. Unfortunately, I could not leave without some,” he glanced at his bandages, “retaliation.”

Darcy nodded. She wasn’t believing his story one bit, but to humor herself, she popped a question to see what his response would be. “If you are who you say you are, can’t you prove it?”

Loki didn’t seem off put by her question. “How would you like me to prove it to you?”

This caused Darcy to stop and think about it. If he was really a fallen angel, what would she have him do? Then, she had it. “Summon me a chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry on top.”

This caused him to raise an eyebrow. “That’s how you ask me to prove my angelicness to you? A milkshake?”

Darcy frowned. “Something wrong with that?”

Loki shook his head and held out his hand. Truth be told, he wasn’t entirely sure that his magic would work now that he was on Earth and his wings were gone. If he couldn’t summon anything, he would look like a major fool. Which, granted, wouldn’t be the worst problem he’d encountered, but still.

Low and behold, a chocolate milkshake appeared in his right hand, and he handed it to Darcy, who was dumbstruck.

“What the hell?!” She yelled, eyes wide. Maybe this guy wasn’t from the crackhouse. “How the hell?”

Loki chuckled. “From my realm, if you said that, they’d banish you.”

Darcy, who had now grabbed the milkshake, rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, this is the United States. First amendment, buddy.”

That did nothing but confuse Loki, but Darcy didn’t even notice that he was confused. She was still focused on the fact that she had a frickin’ angel in her house. An angel! Her friend Jane would be all over this right now.

Loki shrugged. “I did try to tell you, in all fairness.”

“Yeah, well, forgive me for not believing you! It’s not everyday that a bleeding fallen angel appears on your doorstep.” Darcy said with a roll of her eyes. “What are you even planning on doing here on Earth? It’s not a great place, I’ll tell you straight up. Especially America. We’ve got a lot of shit going on right now.”

He scratched his neck. “I didn’t formulate much of a plan past getting out of there.”

Darcy took a long sip of the milkshake. “Yeah, I get that.” She realized that the poor angel/guy was still halfway dressed in a weird, blood-stained gown. “Hey, do you want some clothes? I probably have something that will fit.”

Loki nodded. “That would be excellent, thank you, Darcy.”

Okay, she could not have been getting butterflies from someone who literally fell from the sky. But she definitely was. Since when had her body ever listened to her?

She looked through her drawers and found one of her super-oversized shirts and a pair of sweatpants that one of her exes had left at some point.

She went back into the living room and handed him the clothes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Uhm, look, do you need a place to spend the night? I mean, it’s getting kinda late and I don’t want you to be wandering the streets. Especially if you’re not from… around here.” Darcy said. Great, go and offer him your home. That won’t be weird at all. Cohabitation with an angel.

He smiled. “I appreciate your hospitality, but I do not wish to be a burden on you. Surely such a beautiful woman has perhaps a… housemate? I do not wish to disrupt anyone else's realities more than I have here today.”

Housemate? And, hold on, did he just call her beautiful? “Ha! Nope, just me here.”

Loki tilted his head. “Well then, we must find a way for me to repay your hospitality…”

She smirked. “Well, there is one thing I can think of, if you’re up for it.”

And that was the story of how Darcy Lewis fucked a fallen angel.

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hyperfixationstation128 · 5 months ago

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Through Blaze of Fire, I'll Find My Way

Chapter Three: A Captain Named Cutler

Rated: NSWF

Pairing: Original Non-Canon Character x Named F!Tav

18+MDNI: Shameless smut, pirate themes, dom!M!OC/switch!tav, name-calling, hitting, and rough sex.

Summary: Arcane finds herself in need of passage to Waterdeep to hunt down her grandfather's stolen possessions. A ruggedly handsome sea captain offers to take her... for a price.

Words: 2506

The summers were warm on Mintarn, not like they were in Daggerford. Here, the sun shone unabashedly, the skies were clear, and at night... The stars painted the open night sky. It was a familiar environment, the sound of waves, the hustle of her work; all the comforts of home, one could say... save for the relieving lack of drunken fathers and conniving Wizards who wished to steal her away as a child bride.

It was Mintarn, the city that “asked no questions and turned no one away” that was her haven four years ago when she washed upon the shore, skin burning red from the sun and throat so parched, she’d have likely died from drinking the seawater. Now, she was a grown woman, 21 years old and living her life freely as she chose! And thankfully, on Mintarn, there were no rules, no laws, no strings to hold her back from practicing her magic. And practice, she did. She had frequented all the bookshops she could find in the city, stealing away with whatever tomes, textbook, or magnum opus she could get her hands on to practice, not like she really needed them, anyway.

It appeared that the mere change in environment, the sun on her skin and the salt in the air, had done just the trick to opening something of a Pandora’s Box inside of her. She had never felt more in touch, more comfortable with the Weave than she did during her time spent on this lawless island. She had floated freely inside the Astral Plane, conjured magical gateways into secret, hidden places, she had even made the sea something of a plaything for her. Whenever the mood struck, she would stand on the shore, arms outstretched and with a mere flick of her wrist, the tide heeded her beck and call. She had always felt at home on the water, the feeling of weightlessness it brought, the feeling of serenity. It reminded her of the feeling she had on the day of her mother’s funeral, the day Mystra held her in her hand.

She hadn’t heard the goddess’s call since that day, she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to. She knew the legends and myths, how she was a jealous god, how mortals were merely balls of clay for her to shape as she wished. Skeptical as she was of the goddess, she still made sure to thank her every day for her gifts. Without them... Well, Arcane tried not to think about that.

Of course, as it always seemed to be, peace was not meant to linger in her life long. It was a day like any other when she received an urgent message from Pangur, her lifelong companion using his teleporting powers to deliver letters back and forth between Arcane’s sister, Naoisa, when he stumbled through his portal, silver-striped fur standing on edge. Through heavy pants and a quaking voice, he reported that her father, ever the bastard, had been selling Grandfather’s things! His precious memories now scattered across Faerûn. The rage she felt upon hearing the news nearly led to another cracked earth incident.

It was that very night Arcane had scouted the nearby tavern for a ship captain from whom she’d barter passage to Waterdeep, where it was rumored her Grandfather’s amulet had been sold to a rather significant, albeit closed-fisted, merchant in the city’s Trades Ward.

That sea captain, as it would turn out, presented himself by the name “Cutler Hayward”. He was an older human, about mid thirties, she guessed. Dark, salt-and-pepper hair, rolled into tightened locs, framed his strong, stoic face, piercing sea blue eyes starkly contrasted against his umber skin. He wore a blue reefer jacket over a poet blouse, the laces of which hang loosely to expose a deep, white scar that marred his skin.

Upon meeting this stunning man, Arcane couldn’t help but feel a fire stir within her. A flame set deep inside her core only fanned further when he flashed his dashing smile at her. She had approached Captain Cutler in this rowdy tavern, ale in hand as tribute; one which he accepted graciously, eyes lingering over her figure with such a hunger she’d never before seen in a man. It left her feeling deliciously helpless.

Of course, after hearing her plea for passage to Waterdeep, Cutler cackled. “A mere tithe is what you offer me in exchange for a trip? And what makes you think I would accept such an offer, lass?”

“Because,” She leaned over the table, allowing her loose shirt to hang shamelessly, exposing the soft curve of her breasts. “I can offer you pleasures beyond this waking world. Grant me a safe voyage to Waterdeep, and I’ll grant you something worth more than the gold in my pocket.” Her words lilted off her tongue in a soft sigh, hungry pale green eyes peering up from her dark eyelashes.

The Captain, of course, eventually accepted her offer, after Arcane spent a little more than she cared to on a dozen tankards of ale. And to thank him for his generosity, Arcane met him in his quarters.

It was there she currently found herself, sprawled across the swan bed’s heavenly mattress in nothing but her undershirt. Her lips were swollen and bruised from their previous clash of tongue and her naked thighs rubbed anxiously against each other, dying to give her wet, yearning heat any form of stimulation. Cutler stood at the side of the bed, his blue eyes leering at her like some hulking, starving predator. He shimmied himself out of his coat, abandoning it on the floor, his hands sliding down his body to undo his belt buckle.

“I thought I told you to undress completely, wench.” with deft hands, he undid the buckle and whipped the belt from his hips, cracking it with a resounding snap!

Arcane quaked, the goosebumps that rose on her skin sending another delicious chill from top to toe. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she slunk her way onto her knees in front of him, deft hands palming his cock through his trousers. Her head fell back as she gazed at him, eyes drunk with lust. Cutler groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

“Soon… I want to taste you, first.” She made a show of presenting her tongue, lips pulled into a wide smile. Her fingers tugged at the drawstring of his pants, eagerly working them down his legs until his thick, veiny cock sprung freely. Arcane swallowed thickly, practically salivating at the thought of him in her mouth. She wrapped her hand around him, gently pumping, her thumb being sure to caress the thick vein that bulged along his length.

The Captain hummed a low moan as she worked his cock, hand tightening in her hair. “I, ah, I thought you told me you were going to show me something magical.” he hissed as she cupped his balls, massaging them gently, and ran her tongue from base to tip. “I can have anyone jerk me off, enchantress, cast your spells.”

Arcane chuckled, pulling away from his dick. “As you wish, Captain.” Purple light enveloped her skin, illuminating the pair in a delicate, magical glow. As she took him into her mouth, a new pair of arms wrapped themselves around Cutler’s shoulders, caressing his face; lips sucking and nipping at his nape of his neck. Arcane felt the Captain shudder under her conjured touch, viewing his sweet pleasure in her mind’s eye as her duplicate tugged his shirt over his head, her hands roaming his scarred naked chest. The duplicate littered kisses down his strong, sweat-covered back, the taste of his salt faint on Arcane’s tongue. She worked his trousers all the way off, taking a moment to playfully bite his posterior.

As the duplicate worked on roaming her hands about Cutler’s body, fingers pinching at his hardened nipples, Arcane’s head bobbed back and forth on his cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him off. Her own hands fanned over his body, tiny electric shocks emanating from her fingertips causing his muscles to spasm and twitch. Cutler panted and grunted, his hips bucking slightly, the tip of his cock hitting the back of Arcane’s throat.

“Ahh…! Fuck! Fuck this! I need you, now!” He growled, a delightful sound that left Arcane weak. He yanked her head back, his cock leaving her mouth with a slight wet pop, and threw her back on the bed only to grab her ankles and pull her to him. Arcane yelped and laughed, only to be silenced by Cutler’s lips crashing against her own. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, grinding his hardened shaft against her slick pussy, pulling away only to aim himself at her entrance.

She wasn’t about to let him in so easily. Her hand shot up, an iridescent purple and blue force holding him back. Cutler growled in frustration, Arcane only giggled at this, sitting up to toss her shirt aside, eyes scanning the room to see where he’d thrown his tri-fold hat. When she saw it, she immediately called it to her, affixing it atop her head and forcefully throwing the Captain onto the bed, conjured chains holding him spread eagle, open for Arcane to take as she pleased. She and her duplicate crawled over him, a flurry of ravenous lips and teeth and tongues covering his body with bright red lovemarks. Cutler squirmed beneath the pair, gasping and growling, silenced only when Arcane threw her legs over either side of his head and took her seat on his mouth.

A pleased moan escaped her lips as her hips ground against his face, hands furled in his thick, black locs. His tongue hungrily lapped at her pussy, eating her out like she was the sweetest fruit he’d ever tasted, tongue flicking against her clit with fervent furocity. Meanwhile, their conjured companion continued to suck and deepthroat his cock, her head bobbing up and down, leaving remnants of her aura lingering in the air as she did so. Lightning zapped itself across Arcane’s body, her building orgasm imminent. Her nerves stood on edge, her skin felt set aflame, and her muscles twitched as she continued to grind and buck against Cutler’s mouth, and with a few more steady, wild rock of her hips, she came; at the exact moment a loud clap of thunder boomed in the sky outside. Her thighs clamped over the man’s head, her climax coating the man’s face and dripping down her thighs. Her head threw back, and a high squeal jumped from her throat, echoing about the cabin. Her release washed over her like a tidal wave before settling to a gentle wave as she rode out her orgasm, remnant shockwaves shooting still through her core.

Arcane slid down his chest, her duplicate and conjured chains now dissipated, breasts heaving with every heaty pant. She tasted the salt that coated her upper lip, the subtle twitch of her cunt, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been with men before yes, but none ever devoured her so reverently. Her mind felt dizzy, eyes glazed over in a satiated stare. But the Captain was not done yet. Finally free of her chains, his rough hands seized her waist, lifting her up and slamming her front against the mattress. He hooked his arm around her hips and lifted her onto her knees.

“This isn’t over yet, enchantress!” He pressed himself at her swollen entrance. Arcane felt his breath hot against her ear as he snarled, “I’m going to savor each moment fucking this sweet, tight hole of yours. You will see the gods by the time I’m done with you.” He teased her slick opening with his tip, the heat that roared through her body nearly consuming her. And in swift thrust, he entered her. Arcane let out a sharp gasp that strangled into a high, breathless squeak. Fuck, he was bigger than expected. Delicious pain coursed through her body as he pushed himself deeper and deeper ‘til his hips were flush against hers.

Her fingers clenched the sheets while her teeth sunk into the down-feather pillow as Cutler rocked his hips against hers, rough hands pulling her down around him, grunting and huffing. As he pounded into her, Arcane’s moans raised in pitched until she was left screaming in sweet, painful bliss. Cutler fisted her hair once more in response, jerking her head back to look at him.

“That’s it, scream for me. Call out my name, whore.” he panted, eyes wild and brazen. His other hand clapped firmly across her ass again and again and again, repeating the question, “What’s my fucking name?”

The pain, the pleasure, the overwhelming culmination of the two left a lump in Arcane’s throat, choked sobs and incoherent moaning were the only sounds that fell from her gaping lips. The Captain slapped her ass again.

“What’s my fucking name, bitch?” He spat. Arcane gaped at him with glazed eyes.

Smack

“What is my fucking name?!” He roared, lifting his leg to push in deeper, his arms grabbing her shoulders tightly as he rutted into her.

Well, she definitely wasn’t able to scream his name now. The pain of him bucking wildly into her, cock head slamming against her cervix, left her paralyzed, mouth agape and face twisted in a silent scream. Another tight knot formed itself in the deepest pits of her belly, rising up like the torrential waves that now rocked and tossed the ship. Again, the lightning returned to zap across her skin, sparks tangling in her knotted fingers. It was almost too much, the power that surged through her chest, Weaving itself around her throat and alighting her eyes in a blue glow.

Arcane’s hand snapped back to seize Cutler’s hand in her hair, a quick pained cry resounded behind her. She lifted herself up, looking back at him with a devilish grin, and clenched her own fistful of his locs. He seethed, continuing to jerk his hips against hers, mercilessly, desperately. The fluorescent glow of her skin swallowed them both, engulfing the two in a blinding light before, with one last hard thrust, he spilled himself inside her. Cutler’s knees buckled, his muscles spasmed, hips now slowing to a rhythmic, languid grind.

As fast as it appeared, the magic around them faded, replaced by the warm glow of the lanterns that swung side to side. The storm quelled outside, only soft patters of rain taking its place against the windows. Arcane fell onto the bed below, the Captain following on top of her, their chests heaving as they tried to steady their breath.

“Sweet, bloody gods, woman.” Cutler pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You’re a tempest.” He chuckled against her back, his breath fanned cold air across her sweat-drenched skin.

She hummed, unable to breathe a word as a tired smile pulled at her lips.

She could get used to something like this.

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gcthvile · 10 months ago

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Nothing lasts forever

summary: the heartbreaking reunion of the doctor and charlotte forces them to face buried feelings, but her duty on earth could keep them apart forever despite their timeless love that transcends worlds.

couple: charlotte barlowe (OC) x the tenth doctor

fandom: doctor who

warnings: none

It was a typical day in London when the Doctor ran into trouble. He was scanning for anomalies with his sonic screwdriver when it started beeping frantically, indicating something very not good was happening just down the street. "Ah, what have we got here then?" he said to himself, rushing off to investigate.

Around the corner, a strange creature was towering over people, letting out an unearthly screech. The bystanders screamed and ran away in fear. The Doctor peered at the monster - it was unlike anything in his databanks. Orange and spiky, with six legs and a gaping maw full of razor-sharp teeth. Definitely not from around here.

He darted forward, sonic at the ready. "Leave these people alone!" he yelled. The creature turned with a roar, angling its body toward the new threat. The Doctor grinned with excitement at the challenge. This was going to be fun.

He was just about to sonic it when suddenly, out of nowhere, a posh blonde woman ran right in front of him, nearly causing him to crash into her. "Watch where you're going!" she snapped.

"Get into the TARDIS, it's not safe!" the Doctor urged Charlotte, grabbing her hand. But she wrenched it away.

"Do you have any idea what you've done to my outfit? This silk was imported from Paris. And look at my hair!" Charlotte fussed, unaware of the danger mere feet away.

The Doctor gaped in disbelief. "There's an alien attacking, and you're on about your hair? Come on, inside, now!" He tugged her toward the TARDIS.

"Unhand me at once!" Charlotte glared at the stranger. She took in his disheveled appearance with disdain. "And just who are you supposed to be?"

"I'm the Doctor," he replied impatiently. "Now will you please get in the box before that thing eats you?"

He gestured to the creature, which was starting to notice them again. Charlotte followed his gaze and gasped. "Good lord, what is that monstrosity?"

"I don't know yet, but I intend to find out. Into the TARDIS, it's a ship, just trust me!" He pulled open the door.

Charlotte peered inside, stunned by the massive interior. But she held her ground. "Not until you tell me what's happening. I demand an explanation."

The Doctor ran a hand through his hair in frustration. The creature took a lurching step toward them. "Fine! That's an alien, I'm a Time Lord, this is my ship, and if we don't leave right now we'll become its lunch. Now please!"

Charlotte hesitated only a moment more before hurrying inside. The Doctor slammed the door, engaging the locks. "That's better. Hold onto something, it could get bumpy!"

He raced to the console, punching buttons. The TARDIS shook as it dematerialized. Charlotte grabbed a coral strut, eyes wide. "You...you can travel in time and space?" she breathed.

The Doctor grinned. "Welcome to the TARDIS, Charlotte. The whole of creation is ours to explore."

Charlotte couldn't believe this strange man called the Doctor was actually telling the truth. Yet here she was inside his incredible ship. As he flew them away from danger, she found her courage.

"Take me back," she said firmly.

The Doctor frowned. "I'm not risking you against that creature."

"I can distract it while you do...whatever it is you do." Charlotte met his gaze steadily. "I want to help."

He hesitated, then sighed. "Very well. But you do exactly as I say!" The TARDIS landed with a thump.

The Doctor opened the door a crack, peering out. "Coast is clear. When I say run, make as much noise as possible to draw it away. I'll be sonicing its brains out."

Charlotte nodded, steeling herself. The Doctor grinned. "Now!"

She took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs, running pell-mell down the street. The creature roared, spotting her immediately. It gave chase.

Charlotte chanced a look back - it was gaining fast on her high heels. Where was the Doctor? Up ahead she saw an open manhole - she dived into the sewers just as sharp claws slashed the air above.

In the darkness, she heard an unearthly wail, then silence. Light flooded the tunnel as the Doctor removed the manhole cover. "All done! You were fantastic. Bravest human I ever met." He grinned, offering a hand. "Fancy another trip?"

Despite being out of breath and covered in muck from the sewers, Charlotte couldn't help but grin back at the Doctor. "That was...invigorating!" she admitted. "Though I think I'll skip the sewers next time."

The Doctor chuckled as he helped her climb out. "Wise choice. Now, how about we get you cleaned up? The TARDIS has hundreds of bathrooms." He led her inside the massive blue box.

As Charlotte explored the wonders within, she began to understand this wasn't just some parlor trick. This Doctor and his ship were truly something beyond her comprehension. And the idea of seeing even more of the universe was intoxicating.

After a refreshing sonic shower (she didn't even want to know how that worked), Charlotte met the Doctor in the console room, dressed in a spare outfit the TARDIS provided.

"So where shall we go next?" he asked eagerly. "An ancient civilization? A future colony? A planet made of diamonds?"

Charlotte hesitated. As exhilarating as this all was, could she really give up her life? But when she looked into the Doctor's smiling face, full of enthusiasm and hope, she knew she had to try.

"Show me something amazing, Doctor," she said. He punched coordinates and off they flew once more into the unknown. Wherever the TARDIS took them, Charlotte knew her world would never be the same.

The TARDIS landed with a jolt, and the Doctor threw open the doors. "Ancient Egypt, 30 BCE!" he announced.

Charlotte gasped at the sight before her. Massive pyramids towered against the orange sky. People in colorful linens walked the dusty streets, palm trees swaying in the breeze.

"It's just like I dreamed!" she breathed. The Doctor beamed, delighted by her reaction.

They spent the day exploring the bustling cities and temples filled with hieroglyphs. Charlotte showed a surprising depth of knowledge as she rattled off facts about artistic styles and pharaoh lineages. The Doctor was impressed.

"Not just a pretty face, hm?" he teased as the sun started to set.

Charlotte blushed. "Father insisted I have a well-rounded education. I never thought it would lead me here, though."

They watched the sun dip below the pyramids, bathing the land in golden light. The Doctor turned to Charlotte, suddenly serious.

"You belong among the stars....Travel with me?"

She hesitated. As thrilling as it was, could she leave her whole life behind for such uncertainty and danger?

"I'm afraid that path isn't for me," she said gently. "But I'll never forget our adventures together, Doctor. Thank you for opening my eyes to wonders I never dreamed of."

The Doctor nodded understandingly, though he felt a pang of disappointment. Still, her smile made the day worth it.

A sad mood fell over them as the TARDIS faded into view on the Cairo horizon. The Doctor and Charlotte walked slowly back to her, savoring their last moments together.

"I'll miss having you aboard," the Doctor said softly. "You fit into the universe so well."

Charlotte looked at him with regretful eyes. "Part of me wishes I could stay. But my place is elsewhere." She squeezed his hand. "Thank you, my friend, for everything. I'll carry the memories of our travel forever."

They stopped before the TARDIS doors. Suddenly the Doctor pulled Charlotte into a hug, resting his chin on her head. "If ever you change your mind, the TARDIS will be here," he murmured.

Charlotte hugged him tightly, fighting back tears. Then she stepped back, offering a brave smile. "Goodbye, Doctor. Go save the universe."

He returned her smile sadly. "Farewell, Charlotte. You've made this lonely old heart lighter."

With one last lingering look, she turned and walked away down the street, soon disappearing into the dusk. The Doctor watched her go, loath to leave but knowing he had to respect her choice.

He patted the TARDIS console. "Onwards, my friend. The stars won't wait." With a heavy sigh, he pulled the lever, locking the door on this chapter.

A few years later, when the Doctor had to come back to Charlotte's time since another issue appeared, he, one day, saw Charlotte sitting in a cafe, talking to her current boyfriend and laughing. She looked a bit older but catched everyone's attention nonetheless, natural light blonde hair, naturally wavy, captivating light blue eyes, and a touch of freckles, turned heads effortlessly.

As the Doctor passed by Charlotte, he stopped for a minute and his eyes became wide. He knew that it must've been her, given how similar she looked to the woman he met in the past. She still had the same natural light blonde hair, wavy and captivating, as well as blue eyes and a few freckles that made her look even more beautiful. He wanted to approach her, as well as make sure that he was correct in assuming that this was Charlotte, but he didn't want to interrupt her conversation with her new boyfriend.

Charlotte looked outside for a moment and froze, stopping her conversation as she noticed the Doctor outside, on the other side of the road, her smile faded immediately as she didn't expect to see him at all. The Doctor noticed how Charlotte's expression suddenly changed and was able to tell that she had recognized him quickly and was surprised by his appearance. He remained still and waited to see if she would approach him, as he didn't want to interrupt their moment and make her feel uncomfortable.

At the same time, he hoped that Charlotte would come towards him, as he wanted to speak with her again and maybe even reconnect with her once more. Charlotte shook her head and cleared her throat going back to her conversation, pretending like she didn't see him, but nonetheless, she seemed a bit nervous. The Doctor was a bit disappointed by the fact that Charlotte seemed to ignore his presence and didn't approach him, given that he was very eager for them to speak again after all of these years and was hoping for a reunion between them. He understood that the situation might be a bit delicate for her, so he simply stayed there for a few more moments, in case she changed her mind and went to speak with him.

Charlotte and her boyfriend stood up and walked out of the cafe, her boyfriend offered her a ride but she refused kindly and said that she'd walk home. The two exchanged a soft yet passionate kiss before parting ways. The Doctor was surprised by the sudden change of events, as she now refused the offer to go home with her boyfriend and wanted to walk instead. The Doctor thought there was an opportunity for him to go and try to talk to Charlotte again. So, he followed her from the distance and tried to catch her attention.

"Charlotte?" he called her name, quietly, as he walked closer to her.

At the sound of that familiar voice, Charlotte froze. Slowly, she turned to face the Doctor, eyes wide.

"It's...it's really you," she breathed. He strode towards her with that signature grin, but she could see the question in his eyes - had seeing him upset her?

Charlotte glanced behind her, as if part of her wanted to continue walking away from this moment she hadn't expected. But something drew her feet toward him instead.

"What are you doing here?" she asked softly. Her mind was in turmoil - happiness at being reunited with her dear friend, sadness at everything left unsaid between them long ago.

The Doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. "Just saving planets, you know how it is. Wasn't expecting to run into you though! Looks like you've been doing well."

His gaze flickered to her lips, still flushed from her lover's kiss. Charlotte looked away, swallowing. When she met the Doctor's eyes again, she said gently, "It's...complicated. A lot has changed."

A sadness echoed in his ancient eyes. "I know. But I'm glad I got to see you again. You look as radiant as ever."

Charlotte blushed, heart swelling at the familiar tender tone she'd never forgotten. Then she sighed. "What am I doing? I really must be going."

Yet she made no move to leave his side. The Doctor watched her, hopeful. "Fancy a trip in the TARDIS? Just for old times' sake. I promise to get you back in no time."

Charlotte hesitated, longing and reluctance warring within. How many times had she dreamed of this moment, of seeing the Doctor again? But so much was at stake now.

"I don't know..." she said, though she made no move to leave. A familiar curiosity glinted in her eyes.

The Doctor grinned, sensing an opening. "Come on, just one little trip. No danger, I swear. Unless you count the Lorini Falls on Nexia - most spectacular sunset in the cosmos. I'll have you back before tea."

She tried to maintain a stern face, but it broke into a reluctant smile. How could she resist that boyish enthusiasm, or the siren call of adventure? Her life had become so ordinary of late.

"One trip," she conceded with a sigh. The Doctor pumped his fist in triumph.

Her heart raced as they strode to the familiar blue box. Inside was as amazing as ever. As the engines powered up, Charlotte breathed deep to steady herself. One moment of madness couldn't hurt...could it?

The Doctor beamed. "Hold on tight! Next stop, Nexia." Adventure was calling them both once more. Charlotte clutched the console, excitement and trepidation coursing through her veins. She was home.

The TARDIS landed with its usual jolt, causing Charlotte to stumble into the Doctor. He caught her arms with a smile.

"Steady there. Welcome to Nexia!" He bounded to the door. "After you."

Charlotte stepped outside and gasped. They were atop a shimmering purple cliff overlooking an ocean bluer than any on Earth. As the twin suns dipped low, the water glowed with iridescent hues.

"It's breathtaking," she said in awe. The Doctor beamed, thrilled by her delight.

They sat together, legs dangling over the edge, as the suns sank below the horizon in a brilliant show of color. For a while, only comfortable silence passed between them.

Then Charlotte spoke quietly. "It's easy to forget life's realities here. But I have responsibilities now."

The Doctor took her hand gently. "I remember the cares you left behind to choose this. And I understand if your path has changed. But know that a place will always remain for you here, should you want it."

She leaned her head against his shoulder. More than ever, she wished things could be simple. But her head and heart were conflicted.

As the first stars emerged, the Doctor smiled softly. "No need to decide tonight. One more heavenly sunset won't hurt. The present is a gift..."

Charlotte returned his smile, resolving to live fully in this moment of peace. Tomorrow would come soon enough to face reality again. For now, adventure called, and with the Doctor, answers would keep.

Still, the Doctor felt a bit sad because he thought they could reconnect again. That's why he asked, in a serious tone.

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" he replied, while waiting for her answer, as he was slightly hopeful.

Charlotte heard the note of hope and sadness in his voice, and it tugged at her heart. She turned to meet his earnest gaze, seeing the longing there as plainly as he must see the conflict in her eyes.

For a moment she allowed herself to dream - of abandoning convention, of traveling the stars in the TARDIS with him forever. But reality was not so simple. With a sigh, she replied gently:

"You know I care for you dearly, my friend. These memories we share will stay with me always. But I have another life now, responsibilities I cannot walk away from. No matter how far my spirit longs to roam free as it once did."

She took his hand. "You must let me go, as I must. Our time together was a gift; I will cherish it forever. Please, don't make this parting harder than it must be."

Beneath her words lurked deeper feelings, left unsaid. They shone in her eyes as clearly as the galaxy rose behind her. Her heart was torn, but her choice was made. All he could do was accept it, as she must accept his nature in turn.

Charlotte smiled softly as a few tears sparkled in her eyes. "You, Doctor, were the most wonderful experience of my life. I will cherish our adventures together forever."

The Doctor gazed at her sorrowfully. "And you were everything. Your brief time on board meant more to me than you'll ever know."

He had seen so many planets, met countless people over centuries of traveling. But with Charlotte it had been different - she had made such a profound impact on him in that short time. Her wit, courage and spirit had reignited something in his soul that he thought long gone.

"I'm used to companions coming and going," he continued. "But losing you - knowing I won't be part of your life again - that's the hardest thing. Please know that despite the years I'll live on, your memory will stay with me, keeping me smiling through even my darkest of days."

Charlotte froze at his heartfelt words, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, hesitantly, she asked the question that's been haunting her ever since their reunion, "Doctor...were you in love with me this whole time?"

The Doctor met her gaze, unflinching in his sincerity. There was no use denying it anymore. "Yes," he said simply. "From the moment I saw your true self in the Ancient Egypt, inquisitive yet brave, you stole a part of my hearts that I never thought I could love again. Being with you was the greatest of gifts."

He reached out to gently cup her cheek. "I understand if that changes things. My feelings don't diminish or excuse the choice that is yours alone to make. All I can do is lay my heart bare, as you so deserve after gracing me with your light in my lonely life."

A sad smile crossed his lips. "I vow no matter your reply, our friendship will remain. And should you ever need me, for any reason, the TARDIS doors will open as they always have."

The TARDIS landed outside Charlotte's home with its familiar groan. She turned to the Doctor with eyes filled with tears, now freely falling down her cheeks.

"I never wanted to hurt you, my dear friend," she said softly. "Knowing your heart now only makes this harder."

The Doctor brushed away her tears with a gentle thumb. "Do not fret for me. I lived many years alone and will continue thus, if that is your desire. All that matters is your happiness."

She leaned into his caress, closing her eyes. There were so many things left unsaid between them. But she had made her choice, for better or worse, and could not go back now.

Taking a shaky breath, Charlotte stepped back. "Farewell, Doctor. Wherever the universe may lead you, carry a piece of my heart with you, as you'll always have a place in mine."

He nodded, smiling tenderly through his own sorrow. "Until the stars go dark, Charlotte. You splendid, remarkable girl - go and live your life to the fullest. I love you."

One last lingering touch of her fingers to his cheek, then she turned and walked away through the TARDIS doors without looking back. The Doctor watched her go, hearts fit to break, before reluctantly piloting away into the vortex once more. Though apart, their bond would endure across time itself.

well, hopefully you liked it! I'm still new to the doctor who fandom, so I hope I could portay the doctor correctly 🚶🏻‍♂️

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inazumaeleven-fanfiction · 1 year ago

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Inavember Prompts!!

Let me start by thanking everyone who used my inatober prompts!! I love and enjoyed them!! You are all so skilled. I hope the goddess of creativity visits you more.

I'm a little late for this month's prompts, I'm sorry! Although these prompts are made for writing they're free for anybody to use however they want. Even outside of inazuma eleven if they so wish.

This is an archive blog so I try not to add too many non-fanfic posts in the queues. I will continue to reblog fandom events at times since we don't have an active fandom news blog as of late due to how busy life is. I'm sorry I missed the secret santa post. I forgot to queue it!

Another reminder to please tag this blog on your inazuma eleven fanfiction!!

(I tried to incorporate everyone's feedback from last time but if you have any grievances or concerns related or not to the prompts, the ask box is always open! I'm open to suggestions or anything that would help inazuma eleven fanfic writers!)

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Inavember Prompts

power gap / complicated family

ice skate au / other sports au

mismatched colored outfits / first ina11 ship

days alone / hospital gang

came back wrong / team Dark Angel

parallels / favorite midfielder

lost wallet / not goalkeeper material

normal soccer au / underrated character

short hair / game exclusive team

"the world existed to be gifted to you"

immortal / ina11 x other hyperfixation

shatterred dreams / alternate universe winner

serial killer / duo from earth and space

at the end of time / girl power

divorce papers / first ina11 crush

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stuck in an elevator / platonic character x reader

potted plants / favorite in areori

crack of dawn / your inajapan version

"all i deserved was your disdain"

wandering thoughts / non-player character

clothesline / most stylish team

bandages / creepy striker

repressed feelings / favorite hissatsu

survivor / chrono stone power duo/couple

the moon to my sun / favorite from earth eleven

fateful encounter / goth character

betrayal / managers

lovesick / team in the asia preliminaries

moonlight / favorite ina11 polycule

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orviposition · 1 year ago

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What trope would you put Joongdok in?

i honestly think that when it comes to joongdok it would be much easier if i answered with the tropes i WOULDNT put them in 😭😭

oh boy here i go! let's start with two of the most obvious first:

1. matching outfits with opposite color schemes, and 2. opposites (leo & aquarius) attract (<- attract as in lowkey bordering in codependency)

yin & yang - not only are joongdok aesthetically yin&yang but narratively too (i mentioned in a previous ask that they're sky & earth too)

star-crossed - (if you believe in orv's sad ending)

life (and death) companions - is probably a trope on its own considering the meaning of the title. not only does it mean (i ran the term through a thesaurus so yall don't have to 👍🏻👍🏻) "a romantic partner with whom one is exceptionally or uniquely compatible or has a special connection" but the synonyms are also of the romantic variety ranging from (but not limited to) life partner, best friend, soulmate, spouse, true love, one's promised, significant other, love of one's life, beloved, heart's desire etc (long story short, pretty sick tbh. no wonder kr dudebros threw a fit in singshong's comment section over it. i get it) and what makes it infinitely funnier is that it started as crack being treated seriously 😭😭😭😭

anyway, continuing where i left off, Soulmates - kdj is the reason yjh exists. yjh is the reason kdj lives. (hsy wrote both of them in a way that they became each other's salvation hence their position of reader-protagonist gets switched in the epilogue and both of them have admitted that reading about the other's story has saved their lives)

everyone ships them/everyone can see it - uriel, gabriel, ljh, hsy, jhw, lsh, anna croft, persephone/hades (the third eligible candidate to marry kdj was yjh and you will never be able to convince me otherwise. also if you have an answer other than yjh ur wrong), yma (if webtoon dares not to draw the "oppa looks happy when thinking about that ahjussi" you'll see me on the news) the wenny king. heck even gong pildu, upon some consideration and by method of elimination, deduced that theres no way kdj has enough rizz to pull neither ysa nor hsy therefore who was left to be the one who helped kdj birth his "child" (kidified sp) ??? yjh obv 😭😭 and why would he question the possibilities of mpreg when hmo is right there anyway. heck hmo even told kdj that he should try it.

when one is hurt/dying/dead, the other rages, panics, is extremely distressed - (maybe there's a shorter way to say this like "who did this to you" but joongdok have ascended past cheesy romances 😝) disaster of flood arc, aftermath of dark castle, the fight with surya, 1863, aftermath of sp's kidnapping etc

hates everyone but you - sure yjh doesnt hate All constellations but he for sure hates all demon kings. (mini fun fact about me, up until joongdok rebranded my brain, i didnt like this trope)

aloof x low self-esteem = both emotionally constipated 🙄🙄

derogatory term becomes a term of endearment - fool/sunfish (bastard)

bickering like a married couple - is this a trope? well it is now

denial of attraction/closeness - just two men who most definitely never lie when it comes to their feelings

identity theft - without malicious intent (i hope!! *stares at all the atrocities kdj has committed using yjh's name*)

masterchef x disaster in the kitchen - very, very, very simplified version of the trope. wouldnt call kdj a disaster but definitely a worse cook than yjh (subtrope would be [pro-gamer x game tester])

famous x fan - lol "famous"

annoying x annoyed - (kdj: breathes. yjh: ugh drop dead. kdj: drops dead. yjh: wait no-💢)

A thinks B will be happy without him / B doesn't know how (doesn't want) to live without A - 51kdj seeing 49kdj leave with yjh and the others, thinking that he and yjh will set on a journey together to find tls123 / museum fight

will sacrifice everyone/everything for the other - *cracks knuckles* when 41st sys tries to give yjh a 2nd chance to save himself and his old companions and all he had to do was say that kdj isn't his companion. when kdj admits that 1863rd hsy's plan to see the ending of the scenarios is smart and well-thought out but because that world doesn't need yjh he doesn't cooperate. (side story spoilers below, but when you think about it long enough the side story came to be because yjh spread orv to lhh's worldline. all the deaths happening because yjh needs to collect a fragment of kdj's soul from that world)

speaking of lhh, reincarnation - now hear me out. not your typical reincarnation but bcs we know that 49kdj's wish was to reincarnate into someone that doesn't have anything to do with kimcom -> subtrope: doesn't want to be found / is found

amnesia - 0 is also not your typical amnesiac

god x god's favorite

age gap - theyre both the same age and simultaneously have age gap(s) make of that what you will

important symbol - (object) pocket watch

glucose guardian - listen!! listen!! sp/kdj and 0/51 exist okay

harem - sorry i couldnt help it

#ask #joongdok #orv #yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja #if you guys have any tropes you'd like to add by all means do so #dont take the last two seriously

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"Fairness" One Piece x Saitama reader, eight.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the eighth chapter everyone! :)

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I was stopped.

Why?

Well, the shit head of marines decided to bring out an army of Kumas, which were all in front of us.

It made me sick, as this man once was a human being, now used as a weapon for the fucking law of the earth.

The people around me, and throughout the world were shocked on how many they were are, their eyes like saucers.

But, I was more worried at Ivanka, who was fighting the main Kuma, who wasn't alive either, as both of theme stared each other down, Ivanka looking pissed.

"Is this the real one? The real Kuma?" A pirate asked. "I've heard from time to time that Dr. Vegapunk was trying to build a human weapon and was repeatedly sending prototypes to Various places." Another one spoke, which made the man beside him to be shocked. "S-So they're all weapons, but why do they all look like Kuma?" No one's question was answered, as a man with a monkey on his shoulder saw a familiar person who commanded the Kuma army at Sabaody; as he was talking into a snail, I noticed it too, as I realized what the marines were planning, and to tell you the truth, they weren't playing fair. "Shit.." I muttered, catching Luffy and Jimbei's attention. "What is it, Y/n?" the fishman asked as I turned to the two. "I know what they are planning; it's weird, right? First, they leaked the information; they moved Ace's execution to make us rush. Then, they slowly backed up and lured all of us, even the other pirates, inside of this place and blocked the bay head with Kuma copies to close the trap we are now in." Jimbei hummed. "I see, so this was all planned...." I nodded. 'Yes, but we need to be cautious; these robots look strong; Ivanka-san struggled to fight against one, let alone an army..." Luffy cracked his knuckles. "That man, my crew, and I encountered him at Sabaody, I have the urge to kick his ass-" I put a hand on Luffy's shoulder. "Not the time; you must save energy to rescue your brother." Jimbei nodded. "She's right, Luffy, let's focus on moving forward and retrieve victory on the battlefield-" "GET DOWN!!" Some pirates yelled as the three of us turned to the Robot Army, firing all kinds of lasers. Many explosions happened throughout the place. Pirates struggled to stand, their arms covering their faces from the dust and gusts that blew wildly.

As two lasers came out of the way, I blocked them from hitting me, Luffy, or Jimbei. When I landed, I saw the robots go to marine ships, not bothering to kill themselves. I felt angered while glaring back that way, whitebeard feeling the same as an annoyed look on his face. "They don't mind killing their own; what a bunch of animals..." As he looked back in front of them to Sengoku, he put his sword on the ground, the blade going into the wood of his ship. "DON'T BE AFRAID, GUYS! LET'S CHARGE THE PLAZA WITHOUT STOPPING!!" His brave words fired me, Luffy, and Jimbei up as we ran forward with his crew, taking down any marines that stood in our way.

Marco, who flew above us, launched towards oncoming marines, making a kicking attack as they spread apart like bowling pins, plopping dead to the floor.

I was amazed by his power, as the outline of fire surrounding the man looked like a bird, a phoenix.

His power went away as he looked down at the dead bodies as he landed. "Don't think we'll back down. I'll kill all of you to get to ace, Yoi."

His words made my heart flutter as the three of us ran past him, heading more to the platform; I jumped in the air, his arm extending down, as my body flew down, both hitting the ground at a robust pace, scattering more marines also, the same way Marco did.

But, no matter how many marines the four of us took down, they just kept coming, like a bee nest that got knocked down, the colony wanting to sting us for revenge.

As I struggled to keep up with them, my breaths became heavy as the dust was around.

Everything was like slow motion, as my hands went to my knees, exhaustion coming to me at the worst time.

Slight blood dripped down my head from slashes mixed with sweat, and my eyes looked dizzyingly around me.

Even though I'm basically vital and Kill things with one punch, I'm still human and have limits; if they keep coming like this, I might just pass out from exhaustion.

As Luffy and Jimbie went ahead, not knowing my uneasiness, Marines surrounded me. I panted heavingly, looking at them as they looked multiple, but in all reality, I was just seeing double the amount before my knees gave out.

As the group charged at me, thinking I was vulnerable, Marco flew over me again, attacking the marines with his fire. His foot slammed on the ground, causing them all to scatter, as it was the last batch of them so far. "Man, these marines are such a pain in the ass, HEY! Are you alright, Yoi?" He noticed me on all fours on the ground, breathing heavily as he quickly walked to me, kneeling down to my level as I nodded. "Y-Yeah, t-they're just too many of them. Sir, with all due respect, if we don't get to that execution platform in time, they'll just keep coming and coming.." I spoke, sitting back up on my knees as he grabbed something from his belt holster, as it was fresh cool water, as he handed me some. "Drink." I took it with thanks, as the feeling of cool liquid hitting my throat relieved me, as the PInapple man defended off Marines who tend to get close.

Landing back down, he smiled gently when he noticed I was still drinking. "All that fighting and punching you did wear you out, Yoi; I'm impressed with your power." Taking the bottle from my lips, I smiled tiredly. "Thanks...it comes in handy with fighting in wars.." I joked as he let out a snort. "Then you must have fought a lot of them. Are you a pirate, miss?" I shook my head. "No, actually, just a regular girl." I ducked as he kicked some marines away, his eyes widening with shock. "Really? Then how did you end up in Impel down, in this battlefield?" Sighing, I used all my strength to get up and took more steady, deep breaths. "Long story, but we should get to Ace before something happens-GAH!!"I knelt down, holding my side as it seemed Mihawk's sword created a wound from our battle a couple hours ago, as the pineapple man rushed to my side. "Hey! You're wounded! You can barely stand how do you think you can get close to Ace right now, Yoi!" My teeth gritted with annoyance. "I'm fine; it's just a scratch-" "It's not just a scratch, Yoi, it looks pretty deep. OI! BACK US UP WHILE I TEND TO HER WOUND!" Some pirates nodded, others gathering around us to form a circle as they fended off the marines as Marco set me down gently on my back. Lifting up my tee shirt, his eyes widened, the wound looking more terrible than he'd seen through your shirt.

Ace saw this on the execution platform, watching me down on the ground as it made his eyes widen and for Sengoku to form a small smile. "Guess the girl is down." He spoke, Ace not believing his words as his head looked to the floor, his lower lip trembling. 'No...not you too, cutie...first Oars....now you?! Why couldn't you just listen to me?!'

I took deep breaths, Marco grabbing rubbing alcohol from his belt as he took the blue cloth around his pants, ripping some of it and holding it against my mouth. "Bite down on it, Yoi, there will be pain." Nodding, I didn't have time to not trust him, as I took the cloth in my mouth before he opened the bottle of Rubbing alcohol. "Ok, ready? 3...2...1-" "NGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" I let out a groan of pain, my back arching suddenly as the stinging was worse than I'd ever felt before. Marco cringed from my sudden cries, feeling terrible for me as they got louder and louder each time he put pressure on it, my teeth biting as hard as I could on the blue cloth in my mouth. "You're doing great, Yoi OI. KEEP THE DEBREE OUT OF THE CIRCLE!" He snapped to some crewmates as they apologized softly; Marco's snail responder rang, and he cursed before picking it up. "pops." "What are you doing? Why aren't you heading to Ace?" "The girl is down; I'm helping her." Marco's response seemed to make Whitebeard's eyes furrow the slightest. "What happened?" "Dunno, but the slash mark on her side is rather big for a normal sword." This made Whitebeard think as he looked around the battlefield, his eyes landing on Mihawk, who was fighting against Pirates, as he noticed something off about You.

The tip of it was gone, just above where the crack you made earlier. "Seems the brat had a run-in with Mihawk; check to see if fragments are in there; the rubber brat and Jimbei are still in pursuit; catch up when you're done." "Got it, Yoi." As the transponder ended, Crocodile still was trying to get to Whitebeard, as he heard the conversation, knowing the brat they were talking about was you? Letting out a pissed and annoyed sigh, he was done with Whitebeard for now, as he turned to the battlefield again, his eyes landing on your head, the only thing he could see, which was cringing and biting on a cloth from pain.

Not knowing why he cared when he saw you like that, he simply left, going away from Whitebeard as he headed in your direction, watching as more Marines took down some of the crew surrounding you. "Damnit!" Marco gritted, holding a small knife in his mouth as he tried to look for fragments, but the battlefield was too rumbly and dusty for any progress. "SAND WHIP!" A familiar voice yelled as crocodile whipped some marines out of the way, aiding the circle. As I gently smiled at the cloth as he turned. "Got yourself in a little pickle.." He spoke to me as his hand disintegrated some swords in people's hands, kicking the two marines out of the way. "Crocodile, Yoi," Marco spoke, still focused on finding the fragments. "What can I do, birdbrain...?" Marco sighed. "Why do you wanna help-you know what? Never mind, this area is too dirty of a condition and too unstable for me to fix her. Yoi, I need a secluded area to do my magic." Crocodile stayed silent, his eyes looking around, as his eyes landed on Buggy and Mister three ways in the distance as he turned. "Give me a moment." As he was fighting off some marines, he forgot Ivanka gave everyone snail transponder shells, which could attach to his ear.

It was an intelligent method, even though she knew everyone had different views and destinations of the war; if anything had gone south on Impel down, it was a way to communicate.

Sighing, he couldn't believe he was doing this as he pressed the shell in his ear. "Oi, Ivankov.." She heard as she dodged some of Kuma's attacks, and when he was recharging, she touched the shell. "CROC BOY!" "Bald chick is down; Birdbrain needs a secure area to fix her up." Her eyes widened. "EH?! Y/N GIRL IS DOWN?! HOW?!" Crocodile gritted his teeth with annoyance. "Don't get enough damn time to explain, I need mister three..." She looked at the man the crocodile was speaking. "Oh! You mean Wax-man! I see where you're getting at. Hold on-DEATH...." Crocodile cringed, taking his finger off the shell as he didn't want his ears to go wrong, and he pressed it again. "Ivan-" "He's on the way to you! Just ensure Y/n doesn't get hurt more; she and Luffy need to free Ace!" "Yeah, Yeah, I get it, protect the baldie..." With that, he let go, as Mister Three was close. "Oi, Mister three, took you long enough!" The man huffed and Puffed. "What do I need to do?!" Crocodile pointed to me and Marco. "Form a dome around them so the birdbrain can perform on Baldy." That's all that needed to be said; as he got in front of us, more marines came, and his hands went to the ground. "WAX....DOME!!!' He yelled as large amounts of wax came out of his hands, forming a rather large dome surrounding us three, preventing Marines from entering. "Huh...guess he's not useless after all..." After his words, Buggy was sailing across the sky, letting out a fearful scream as Crocodile looked blankly, not bothered to help as Buggy crashed in front of him, Mister One coming as well. "Mister One." Crocodile greeted. "What's going on? I heard the conversation on the snail." Crocodile and Him turn to the giant dome. "She's in there, doesn't know how long birdbrains will be." Both froze when a familiar YEHAWW! Sounded through their ears as Ivankov harshly landed in front of Buggy, who jolted up with a squeal. "D-DAMN YOU IVANKOV! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME TWICE!!" Buggy snapped as Ivankov stood elegantly. "OH! MY BAD!" "THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!" She nodded simply, turning to the done. "OI BIRD BOY!? HOW LONG DO YOU NEED?!" Buggy's eyes widened with shock at her simple answer, his face turning red with anger until Marco called out. "Give me 20 minutes, Yoi!" Mister Three tilted his head while kneeling next to me. "Is twenty minutes really enough time? I'm not a doctor, but doesn't a procedure take forever?" Marco let out a sigh. "Yeah, but we don't have 'forever.' she needs to be up and running again, pops orders." Mister Three nodded. "I see; what can I do?" Marco smiled at him. "You've already done enough, Yoi; your friends must protect this dome." Mister Three nodded and stood again. "Right. GUYS! IF ANYONE THAT'S NOT A MARINE CAN HEAR ME! PROTECT THE DOME FROM THE ENEMY WITH ALL COST!"

Crocodile scoffed, not liking to be given orders from a lower level, but readied his sand as Mister One and Ivankov stood by him, forcing Buggy to help as well. Some Marines were surprised by this team-up but continued to charge. "On my word, we attack!" Ivankov spoke as Mister One and Crocodile nodded, buggy not liking the idea, but the three just ignored. "THREE.....TWO...." Everyone got instance, as Buggy let out a sigh of disappointment, as he got instance as well, knives coming from his gloves as the four looked forward, ready to protect you at all cost.

"ONE!"

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"DEATH WINK!"

"THOUSAND SLASH!"

"FIST KNIFE TWIST!"

"SAND STORM!"

Let me tell you when the Marines wanted you dead, they weren't joking.

Ever since you took down the giant and almost defeated Mihawk and Smoker, they legit called you a potential threat.

So, they were trying to hunt you down the past twenty minutes, as Marco was, you know, TENDING YOUR WOUND!

It was like gym class all over again, but this time, the enemy of dodgeball can ACTUALLY kill you.

Oi! Birdbrain, what's taking so long?!" Crocodile yelled, disintegrating a marine in the air, before chucking his heart at another one, causing the man to scream, as Mister One slashes his throat.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, LEATHER PURSE, THIS TAKES TIME!!" Crocodile scoffed. "WE DON'T HAVE TIME!! JUST BE DAMN GLAD WE ARE DOING THIS!" Marco let out a frustrated sigh as his dagger was held in his mouth, his fingers carefully going through your wound. There were many knife fragments from Yohru stuck in parts of your tissue as you let out loud groans of Pain while mister three was freaking out. "H-hey!" He muttered, Kneeling next to you, as he hated the painful groans you made, not knowing what to do.

Gulping soon, he then looked at Marco. "I thought you said you needed twenty minutes; it's been over thirty!" Focused, Marco glared harshly up at him. "It would have been twenty, but the damn rumbling and shouting is not workable for my taste; it would be easier if she was under sleeping gas." Mister Three looked back at you as sweat dripped down your forehead, the cloth from Marco's belt still in your mouth. "I wish there was something I could do..." he spoke, Marco slightly glancing up at him again. "Try to have her not move so much, Yoi; it would make this much easier." Mister Three nodded. "Got it, I'm sorry, Y/n, I must do this." He spoke softly, and you didn't care but just nodded as he gently held your shoulders, as Marco began working again.

Humming loudly with the pain shooting through your body, your back arched as Mister Three keeps your shoulders down, you not being able to move much as your teeth bit down on the blue cloth as hard as you could, your teammates still protecting the dome outside.

However, you didn't know how loud you were, as the battlefield heard when the cloth escaped your mouth, your high-pitched painful scream running through everyone's ears.

Luffy and Jimbei heard, turning as you weren't there, their eyes widening as they looked at a dome where the scream was coming from. "Y-Y/n!" Luffy yelled, wanting to return, but Jimbei stood before him. "Luffy! We must proceed!" His eyes widened. "No! Not with my friend hurt!" Jimbei stopped him again. "She will be fine! The others are with her; your Job is to get to Ace!" Teeth gritting, he looked back to the dome, his brows furrowing as he and everyone on the battlefield heard your painful screams. He didn't want to leave you, but you and he both knew that Ace had a time limit, as he had to move on.

Turning, he ran, heading to the platform, as his eyes were focused and determined. 'Don't die, Y/n-san.....we'll save Ace, and you'll join my crew! That's my promise!' He thought as Jimbei followed before the Camera cut back to the dome and the others, as Mister One and Crocodile scattered some enemies, their breaths getting heavier as Ivanka and Buggy were still with loads of energy. "They keep coming; they won't stop until Y/n is dead now that she's a threat." Crocodile's teeth gritted with annoyance. "I don't want to take care of another dead body. OI! WHAT'S GOING ON?!" He yelled to the dome, as my screams were getting louder and louder.

Marco tried his best to go as fast as he could without damaging any of my tissue as he was almost done getting the fragments out, Mister Three still holding onto your shoulders as he looked down at you. "Y/n! Listen to my voice! Your going to be ok; the pain will stop soon! Just think of how much ass you will kick when you get back up! Just think of saving Ace, this war ending, and what you'll do in life after this!" I screamed more when Marco put the danger back in my wound, getting more pieces as I still was held down. “Y/n! I know it hurts! But you have to fight through the pain! We can’t battle everyone without you! You say to everyone that they need fairness, but you need fairness as well!” I breathed heavily, more sweat dripping down my body, as I looked at mister threes eyes, as somehow, he made things less painful, as he nodded his head.

“That’s it! Just look at me, don’t think of the pain! Your strong! You helped us escape that stupid prison, now don’t let this scratch get to you!” As he kept talking encouragingly to me, his words made me push through, my heart racing as our eyes never left each other, as Marco got the last piece out. “Done!” He yelled, Mister three smiling down at me, as my head went back with exhaustion. “You did it Y/n! Good job!” He praised, as Marco set the dagger down. “Oi, candle man, can you create a seal over the stitches I’m gonna make?” He looked to Marco who was already putting string through your skin. “Oh, yeah, sure, smart thinking. Just hold on a little longer Y/n” he spoke, scooting closer to Marco as he gently laid your hands on your wound, creating a wax covering so nothing will happen to it, as your ears continued to hear the fighting outside, as you became worried the time will run out. “A-Ace..” I mumbled, which caught the attention of the two, Marco sighed. “Nothings happened yet, Yoi, don’t worry.” I sat up on my elbows when Mister three was done. “But I have to get to Luffy, he’s going to get hurt-nng!” Pain from the cut shot through me, as Mister three grabbed my shoulders. “Are you serious?! Y/n-San, you have a cut the size of A sea monster on your side and you wanna continue to fight?! I understand you want people to have fairness, but think of yourself!” He snapped, worried for your safety as Marco sighed. “He’s right miss, I don’t know you, but that wound won’t hold with his wax if you go out and be reckless. Pops gave an order to keep you alive-“ “I don’t care about that damn old prick!” I snapped, harshly glaring to him. “I wanna die knowing that someone didn’t share a fate of unfairness than to sit here, and watch the man who’s life has been fucked over something he hasn’t done. That’s what a heroes called, to save the people and keep fighting when you get knocked down. Someone taught me how to be like that sorry if it bothers your sorry buts.” My explanation made the two go quiet, as I started to get up.

“I appreciate your concern, but, I’ve dealt with worse than this. So, excuse my sorry ass, I have a person to save.” I blanket stated, soon punching a hole easily in the wax dome, a gust of wind blowing some marines back, as the four protecting you paused, turning to see you waking out.

Smirking, Crocodile looked to see your fist clenched, eyes blank as the battle stopped again, Sengokus eyes widening with you being up again.

Ace was shocked too, not believing your up and going as if nothing happened, as he sighed with full relief.

“Send all the fucking marines you want too me goat man!” I snapped, Sengokus teeth gritting with annoyance as whitebeard and some warlords smirked, Luffy giving you a bright smile, as of Jimbei, myself stopping as I pointed to the Admirals and Aces direction. “BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MMAY TIMES I GET KNOCKED DOWN…”

“I WILL ALWAYS BE………”

Disappearing from my spot, everyone’s eyes widening, wondering where I went, before I teleported above where the admirals were, in front of the Giant green giant as I slammed on the ground, which broke under me, as I screamed harshly to them.

“ONE STEP AHEAD!!”

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Author: AHHHH!!! Another chapter done!! This one was just a filler to get the story going, I’m so excited to publish more you have no idea.

The fan art contest is still in session! If you want to enter, just send me a picture on the message are here on tumbler, and send me the two pictures required.

One: a picture of Y/n by herself.

Two: another picture of Y/n with any character she has met so far!

She can be any size or any race she wants, just no dirty or explicit content please, or you will be disqualified!

Anyways, I will be declaring the winner by the end of October, so hopefully I’ll see a lot of photos!

Anyway, have a good night and sleep well! BYE!!

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