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Iâm kinda glad I spent so much time looking at crop science this term bc turns out itâs unbearable and I couldnât actually do this like I was considering. Progress!!
#itâs like FINE I can deal with it but long term??? I would fucking diw#crop people are so like. angry too. this is about you Sinclair#idk what it could be abt this topic specifically like. Iâm guessing bc itâs high stakes largely expensive science with limited resources.#and goddamn nobody agrees on what you should be doing#thereâs also the whole commercialisation thing bc the state of farming is pretty fucking bleak on all fronts#but especially on crop improvement. you patent your thing immediately and hope a seed company buys it up and funds the expensive trials#bc otherwise thereâs no way in hell your thingâs even getting made let alone actually being Used in any practical way#this is a group of people who are trying rlly hard to help people in a real tangible way in the face of smth genuinely terrifying#(crop yields havenât significantly accelerated in decades and soon they wonât be able to keep up)#but the process to Doing Anything Abt It involves not only the typical hell of academia but the combined challenges of#stubborn farmers. uninformed public. late stage capitalism. the whole regulatory mess of GMOs#so it seems like everyoneâs at each others throats all the time bc thereâs this sense of urgency#bc hey dude we havenât made much progress since artificial fertilisers but maybe if you FUCKING LISTENED TO ME#:/#im exaggerating not all of them are like this Iâve read some very nice very cool papers but goddamn some of them are Pissed#in a way I havenât seen too much so far#as always Iâm the annoying idealist what if we did All Of It Anyway#like come on whatâs the harm in working C4 rice if we can get it thatâd be incredible#we canât we still figure out loads abt how leaf anatomy works and how C4 photosynthesis works is that not still a win. that shit has uses#ANYWAY THIS HAS BEEN MY CROPS RANT FUCK SINCLAIR ALL THE HOMIES HATE SINCLAIR#im sure heâs done some very important work on water use but the guy is so condescending I didnât know you could do that in a paper#luke.txt
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"[Elizabeth Woodville] was the only member of [Crown Prince Edward of Westminster's] original 1471 council not already on the kingâs council and her name headed the list of those appointed as administrators in Wales during Edwardâs minority. [She remained on the council after it was expanded in 1473 and granted additional governing and judicial powers]."
"In 1478 Prince Richard married the Mowbray heiress. Like his elder brother he had a chancellor, seal, household and council to manage his estates. His council, like that of Prince Edward, comprised the queen [Elizabeth Woodville] and a group of magnates and bishops, few of whom were Woodville supporters. [...] It was Elizabeth who mattered, for Richard resided with her and Rivers treated his affairs as their own."
â J.L. Laynesmith, The Last Medieval Queens: English Queenship 1445-1503 / Michael Hicks, Richard III and his Rivals: Magnates and their Motives in the Wars of the Roses
#goodđđť for đđť her#historicwomendaily#elizabeth woodville#15th century#english history#princes in the tower#my post#Reminder that these sort of additional official positions in governance were very unusual (unprecedented) for late medieval English queens#Elizabeth's formal appointment in royal councils (+ authority over her sons) should not be ignored or downplayed in the slightest bit#It should instead be considered one of the most defining aspects of her queenship that spanned over a decade and lasted right till the end#& should also be highlighted as one of the most vital topics of discussion when it comes to broader queenly power in late medieval England#I think it also says a lot about Elizabeth's relationship to Edward IV and the regard he seems to have had for her capabilities#'The only member of the original 1471 council not already on the kingâs council' that speaks VOLUMES. Once again: good for her.#It's also really frustrating how some historians (Katherine J. Lewis; AJ Pollard; Laynesmith etc) have incredibly lopsided perspectives on#Elizabeth that fundamentally *do not work* when you remember these actual facts and what they reveal about her power and influence#I'm also still baffled at Lynda Pidgeon's claim that 'Elizabeth's influence with Edward IV was less than with family members who were#part of the king's council or that of her son Edward prince of Wales'. Like???????#First of all - we *already know* that Elizabeth had the most personal influence with Edward and was the one he trusted the most#The case in 1480 & his own will in 1475 (where he referred to her as the one 'in whom we most singularly place our trust') make both clear#Second of all - ELIZABETH WAS LITERALLY ON HER SONS' COUNCILS HERSELF. HER NAME HEADED THE GODDAMN LIST. How have you missed this????????#It's actually bizarre because it completely ignores the fact that 1) Late medieval queens *weren't* generally given positions like this?#If we accept Pidgeon's (false) interpretation we have to claim that NONE of them were influential at all#Which I'm pretty sure nobody agrees with? So why have I seen people agreeing with Pidgeon's FALSE take on Elizabeth based on that lmfao?#2) Elizabeth WAS in fact given such positions. She genuinely was given unusual authority and was an Exception⢠rather than the rule#Forget emphasizing her atypical role - Pidgeon has outright erased it in an effort to diminish her#She does the same thing when talking about Elizabeth's role after Edward IV's death and it's equally ridiculous and incorrect#There's stupidity and then there's willful misreading & rewriting of history according to your own imagination. This fits the latter
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I put too much in the tags.......
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I do not like queer for myself / I don't identify with it. When people refer to the queer community I feel they are referring to me and I am uncomfortable with it :'(
I do not like queer for myself / I don't identify with it. When people refer to the queer community I feel they are referring to me and I am fine with it
I do not like queer for myself / I don't identify with it. When people refer to the queer community I feel they are not referring to me. I am fine with that
I do not like queer for myself / I don't identify with it. When people refer to the queer community I feel they are not referring to me. I feel excluded :'(
I do not like LGBT(and extensions) for myself / I don't identify with it. When people refer to the LGBT+ community I feel they are referring to me and I am uncomfortable with it :'(
I do not like LGBT(and extensions) for myself / I don't identify with it. When people refer to the LGBT+ community I feel they are referring to me and I am fine with it
I do not like LGBT(and extensions) for myself / I don't identify with it. When people refer to the LGBT+ community I feel they are not referring to me. I am fine with that
I do not like LGBT(and extensions) for myself / I don't identify with it. When people refer to the LGBT+ community I feel they are not referring to me. I feel excluded :'(
I am comfortable with both queer and the various initialisms
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#10. As a queer intersex person I really do not enjoy when people put âiâ into the LGBTXYZ mess. I'm fine with âLGBTQâ or âLGBT+â or whatever#just don't put the âiâ in it. I'm queer because I'm a lesbian#I got to choose that and I got to decide whether to identify with it#nobody asked me if I wanted to be intersex#I had some guy with a blood test be like âso guess what you are!" so it isnt really an identity to me its literally just a medical diagnosi#and the only time I see other queer people talk about intersex people's existence (not our ISSUES#it's either a TERF holding us up as âthe real nonbinary peopleâ which we AREN'T i'm a fucking woman i'm not nonbinary fuck off#or a trans person trying to use our existence to justify their own which like#you don't need that??? you're valid already so stop trying to use ME as a tokenistic argument strategy#and then both have the fucking gall to turn around and tell us we should be happy we were remembered AT ALL#fuck that nonsense with a rake#call me queer because i'm a woman with a wife not because my body is broken#let me identify as queer#don't tell me that I MUST agree to be queer simply for being born with a disease (and yes I do view it as a disease)#(it has caused me countless problems with medicine and self-identity and everything and I hate it so goddamn much)#you do not get to tell people who identify as the same assigned sex and who married the opposite sex âyou MUST be queer nowâ#and for those of us who were NOT like that#we want to be queer ON OUR OWN TERMS AND FOR OUR OWN REASONS not for having fucked-up DNA
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hardcore launches with the boys
in which neither of you take a⌠soft approach, to announcing your secret relationship
todoroki didnât expect for it to go the way it did. it was a normal training day when suddenly he turned only to see you straight on your back, air knocked out of you from the move bakugo had just pulled on you. he lost his shit.
suddenly there he was, right next to you as bakugo found himself as a human ice cube. he gently pulled you up and dusted you off.
âyou okay, love?â he gently placed his hand on your cheek.
âshoto, while i appreciate the gesture,â you slowly pushed his hand down, âweâre in training and itâs bound to happen. you canât ice anyone just because theyâre doing their assignment.â
âi know, but i dont care. youâre my girlfriend nobody has the right.â he simply shrugged.
a few gasps were heard, they turned their heads to find an unintended audience. the entire class.
âyouâre together?!â everyone yelled.
âHALF AND HALF BASTARD!â
âĄĚ
bakugo wasnât exactly discrete, especially when it was agreed you guys werenât going to hide it anymore. it was a nice sunday morning when he came down,
only to see you wearing his favorite shirt and sweatpants that had been missing for days.
there you sat next to mina and tsu, they took took notice of the shirt but decided not to say anything.
that was until mina couldnât hold it anymore, âarenât those bakugos clothes?â you looked down, taking notice that you forgot to change before coming down, âuhhh-â
âyeah, arenât those my fucking clothes?â you heard from behind you. you jumped up and darted for an escape, only to be grabbed by the hips and pinned to his front.
âyou know iâve been looking for my shit for days now, right?â he whispered in your ear.
you wordlessly shook your head, words gone and heart beating a million times a second. he knew exactly how to get a rise out of you.
your cheeks flushed as he turned you around to face him, before he could see your face you quickly shoved your face in his chest.
he chuckled, âyouâre so fucking lucky youâre pretty.â
âEEEEKKKK!â they both looked over to see mina and both squads starring at them with wide eyes, âYOU GUYS ARE DATING?!â
âĄĚ
sero would do it in a funny way, youâd be arguing about some stupid shit in the common room. you, mina, and jirou would be ripping their asses for doing some dumb shit.
the girls were too heated to even realize you were yelling at sero, except for kaminari and kirishima.
they looked at you both strangely, which caught the attention of the girls. and shortly enough it was only you yelling at sero.
âyouâre so fucking dumb! i swear you give me a headache every single goddamn day, yet i-â you were soon cut off by lips touching yours gently, all anger seemed to diminish and your brain went fuzzy.
when you both pulled away his hands still remained on your face, âyâknow youâre so pretty when youâre angry?
âoh my god?!â
âĄĚ
denki would find it fun to mess with everyone, heâd go on and on about this mystery girlfriend.
âsheâs soooo prettyâ
âi want her so bad right nowâ
âshe thinks iâm funnyâ
âguys where should i take her for dinner?â he whispered, hoping not to attract your attention from the girls.
âSHUT THE FUCK UP DUNCE FACE WE KNOW SHES NOT REAL!â bakugo screamed, getting everyoneâs attention.
âYES SHE IS!â denki yelled back.
âTHEN WHO WHOM?â he paused, âHM?â
âme.â
everyone snapped their head towards you, full of shock.
you lazily walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, laying a small kiss on his cheek.
âWHAT?!â
âĄĚ
kirishima would do it completely on accident while admirning you.
everyone was stuck on their own task of the day, beating their opponents ass.
you specifically were never one to back down, something kirishima absolutely adored about you. you were a hardass and stubborn as a mule, sometimes biting him in the ass.
you were now going up against mina, and odds werenât in her favor, bless her soul. you were a tough girl. and as of right now you had her in a chokehold on the ground.
kirishima stood there in awe.
not because his friend was getting her ass beat, but because his girlfriend was so, manly.
âdamn, thatâs my girlfriend.â
everyone snapped their heads to him,
âwhat.â
âĄĚ
midoryia wasnât very sneaky about it in the first place.
so when the class woke up one sunday and found you two cuddling on the couch after a failed movie night, it really was no surprise.
instead of being abrupt and waking you guys up (like bakugo offered) they layer a blanket on the top of you two. nicely and gently.
âtheyâre a cute couple.â tsu commented.
âoh for sure,â sato started, âtheyâre both hard working and very very sweet.â
âthis is unacceptable on school property though-â
a joint âshut up iidaâ ensued.
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bakugo katuski x reader#bakugo x reader#todoroki x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#katsuki bakugo#shoto todoroki#hanta sero#sero x reader#ejirou kirishima#kirishima x reader#kaminari denki#denki x reader#izuku midoriya#izuku x reader
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hi lovie, hope ur doing well! i wanted to request some hurt to comfort with kid. jealousy trope maybe? really just let ur creative juices flow. all i ask for is angstttttt cuz i just can't get enough of it. thank u babes <3
KIDD; catching feelings for his fvckbuddy
wc: 3882
warning/s: semi-nsfw đ, p in v is heavily mentioned but no occurrence of the actual thing, fem reader, hurt to comfort, kidd being an emotionally constipated asshat
note: inspired by the famous scene of fellow travelers, i have no knowledge of the show i just saw it on IG and got an idea for this request c: click for the -> scene
"i should probably go." you mumbled to kidd, tearing your bare frame away from his embrace. you sat at the edge of the bed to hurriedly gather your clothes and slide them back on your body.
kidd sat up, the satin comforter falling off his chiseled torso down to his lower half. "it's the middle of the goddamn night, nobody will fuckin' know." he rustled his hair, irritated at your inclination to always rush out of his quarters.
"all the more reason to leave, right?" you smiled a little. "good night, captain." you gave your garments one final pat down before waving goodbye at him and shutting the door.
the quiet sound of the waves and the subtle rocking of the ship mirrored the mundane void you left in your wake. but you two agreed to have it that way, no feelings attached. act as usual as you two could be. even after spending the night skin to skin against each other while sharing empty kisses and hickeys.
having the same needs and desire for each other, it began on a night where liquor loosened both of your restraints and the pooling warmth and lust it brought was enough for kidd to bring you to his quarters. until it became a regular thing. one look from across the hall, between the members that composed of the kidd pirates, you two would easily excuse yourself to a covert corridor so you could sneak in a quickie.
even with the presence of clothes, the scorching heat of the sun, the dampness of the rain, and the possibility of crew members catching you two; it never mattered to the both of you so long as you two satiated each other.
kidd would shamelessly pull you away just so he could feel your warmth around his length, shoving and fucking you deep by the walls of his ship. consequently, you would instigate a quickie by sitting close to him, rubbing thighs and touching knees. sometimes discreetly sitting on his lap for a moment while flashing him your undies or cleavage as you move closer.
it went on for a while. when a few weeks passed, the crew already knew that you two were kicking it off. you two could be heard during the night and they mostly see you exiting his quarters in the middle of the night and waking up some of the ladies at the dorms when you sneak back in late. but they had all agreed to act oblivous, out of fear and respect for the both of you.
moreover, you and kidd vehemently agreed to keep it a secret. the first time you two did it, you two kind of freaked out. wondering how the crew would take it and the image of reputation of kidd and you.
but you were mostly the first one to always leave. on your end, you weren't embarrased or anything. you just respect kidd so much, you'd rather not get caught whoring for him. you also don't want to catch feelings that could ruin whatever's going on with the two of you. you admire him that much.
even though you already did catch feelings, you just don't realize it. caring too much about what he thinks is already enough. that's why you always left, to flush it all down. because kidd would never catch feelings, right? he just wants sex with you that's it.
little did you know, your aversion started to bother kidd after some time. it never occurred to you because he was never really in touch with his emotions with you. he just fucked you and that's it. and it's all it ever meant to you, he always thought to himself. sure there's admiration and respect, but that's given enough that you're under his charge.
but it did made him quite worried when it happens frequently. kidd wasn't one to overthink, nor be self-conscious. but when you always hurriedly leave like that, acting like he kicked you out or something, he starts to think if you didn't enjoy it. even though he has a clear image of you reaching your climax a few minutes ago.
it started with that. then it extended into his concern as he gradually started caring what you think for some reason. it usually started during sex; whether you enjoyed the act or if you slept nicely. then it extended to the little things on the daily; if he made you laugh, where you usually are, if you're eating well, has he done something harsh, and whatnot. it makes him wonder why you leave so fast so often, if he was doing a perfect job of satisfying you.
kidd was interested in you. you were one a of a kind. someone so rare that he was lucky enough to stumble upon. a gem that piqued his interest. it's one of the main reasons why he instigated on having a fuck buddy relationship.
he liked how you measure up to him despite your size difference, how brave you look in the battlefield, he adored how you smiled along with how your eyes shine, how he loves hearing you laugh, how you fit in his arms after the deed, how he never ran out of things to talk with you, how you listen to him ramble as he either brags about his achievements or his nerdy obssession with tinkering.
he truly noticed how beautiful you are when he's in you, when he takes in the full glory of you as you were bare under him. when he thinks about these stuff; it's making him daydream and spiral deeper into you. he hated it.
he hated how it made him think how much of a fool he was. it was just about the sex. that's why you leave immediately, he deduced. he thought that maybe, you were scared or ashamed of what you two are having.
so what's the fucking point of continuing if he started catching feelings? the past kidd wouldn't care about shit like this. and it irritated him how much he cares about it now.
that's why the next day, when you tried to insinuate a quickie, he brushed you off. and he never brushes you off. so you knew something was up.
"woke up on the wrong side of the bed, captain? the hell?" you snarked when he tsked as you sat close to him and rubbed your chest on his arm. he'd usually put an arm around you discreetly but this time, he just rolled his eyes.
"i'm tired." he growled, scooting away from you a little to reach a can of beer by the table.
"hmm, need a massage? we can do a quick one, crew seems busy." you said in an inviting tone, shifting closer as you rubbed on his arm.
"just...fuckin' do whatever you need to. quit bein' all over me for a bit, alright?" he asked in an exasperated tone, standing up and stomping towards his quarters. not even sparing you a glance.
that was your last conversation for the day and you didn't come to his quarters that night. you decided to let him be, you thought that maybe he's conflicted with something and decided to leave him alone.
until days passed and he was still acting different. he wasn't looking your way anymore. he sat at the other end of the table during meals, neither near or facing you. you don't catch him looking behind to check on you. although he still talks to you, he became cold. he answers short sentences and dismisses it. he always ignored and brushed off your advances. and it was starting to hurt.
so during the night, you visited him on his quarters.
"i didn't say anyone could come in-" he was angry while responding until he caught sight of you.
"did i do something wrong, kidd? it's been several days and... you've been distant." you rubbed your shoulders in apprehension, desperately finding meaning in his eyes curtained by scrunched up brows.
"you're fine. it's late, you should get some rest." he dismissed immediately, turning his back on you.
"what about you? are you stressed? you're doing okay lately?" you inquired, walking closer in hopes of instilling something cordial.
"quit worryin' about me." he snarked, back still turned on you.
you sighed. and tried one more time. you sat at the edge of the bed next to him. he exhaled heavily feeling the mattress sink at your presence.
"kidd, talk to me." you expected, looking up at him. growing anxious at his decline.
"just go, name. i'm tired and i need some damn rest. why are you even so persistent about something so fuckin' trivial? why does it concern you, huh? do you want to fuck so bad? fine! get fuckin' naked, jesus christ." he stood up on his feet as his voice gradually increased volume.
that's when your vision narrowed, your cheeks burned, and your eyes stung. "n-no, sorry. i-i'm gonna go." you swallowed, leaving his room at once.
"that's all you ever do, you just fuckin' go, aye? can i blame you, though? feelings aren't supposed to come into question. we're just fuckin', damn it." kidd silently told himself, sitting back down as he ran fingers through his hair. "i just really have to start catching feelings, huh? what a goddamn idiot." he plopped himself to the bed, spreading into a starfish position as he closed his eyes.
so you ran away from his room, away from the victoria. you sat by the port far from where the ship was docked, where you were met with seagulls playing by the sea. you needed a new breather.
but kidd was at war with his head. he surprisingly felt bad. and he was itchy in his position; he wanted to move, to stand up and run after you and tell you how he feels. but with his hulking pride? it won't be so easy.
more days passed after your encounter and you two were distant with each other. killer and the others noticed it but didn't bother prying. they know they're on thin ice if they so much as ask about your situation with kidd.
what would pull kidd's head out of his ass was when he saw you out the pub, getting overly friendly with other men. in your defense, you were sitting by the sofa alone and they came to join you.
he, killer, heat, and wire were sitting by the barstools a few tables ahead of you. kidd was constantly looking over his shoulder and saw you enjoying yourself. the sight of you with other men rubbed him the wrong way. it prompted him to drink more than he usually does.
"hey boss, you okay? you seem... paranoid?" wire started, looking around to see what was wrong.
"shut up." kidd replied in a heartbeat, chugging his rum as he tore his eyes off the freak show that is you with other men.
but you don't catch kidd's eyes so you didn't realize something was wrong with him. why would it even bother him anyway?
until kidd got super drunk after stuffing himself with rum and roasted meat. he heard the men laughing a little too loud along with yours. he couldn't take it anymore.
and all in a blink of an eye, a fight broke out in the pub.
kidd started it with the man who sat next to you, rubbing a little too close and too often at you. he grabbed his collar and punched him flat on the ground. the other men tried retaliating but killer, heat, and wire were already taking care of them. they had no choice, their captain started it.
you sat there in absolute shock with a hand over your mouth which soon traveled onto pinching your temples.
"hey! guys, fucking stop it! will you please fucking leave it?! the pub owner already called the stationed marines!" you physically got in between all of them, tearing away your crew mates from the knocked out men. poor men who got innocently involved in your captain's fury.
"leave it, kidd! for fuck's sake, just listen to me for fucking once!" you tugged on kidd's arm, which was threatening to land a feral punch on the knocked out bloody man lying on the ground.
he let go and let you drag him out the pub. you all ran in a secluded alley, somewhere far from the pub.
"what the fuck was that?! can someone tell me what the fuck happened?! were the guys jeering at y'all or some shit?!"
"we just backed up, boss." heat shrugged, wiping off blood from his busted lip. so your gaze landed on kidd, who got off with bloody knuckles and a bruise on the cheek.
"they were all over you, you think nothing's wrong with that?!" he pointed over to the pub, adamant on his cause.
"am i not allowed to socialize with other people now?! they were accompanying me because i sat alone! i sat fucking alone! they were not all over me. as a matter of fact, they helped changed my mood. is it so wrong to have fun with them?!"
"and you couldn't even be bothered if they were takin' advantage of you? tryna bed you or some fuckin' shit." kidd crossed his arms, avoiding your gaze.
"and what if i do agree, huh? what if i want to sleep with them? how is that any of your fucking problem? when you won't even bother looking my damn way these past few days. does it concern you who i fucking sleep with?" you shouted with blood rushing to your face, your heart was beating so fast and your head was pounding. your eyes were stinging with the precarious tears coming your way.
"yes! it fuckin' does, name!" he answered almost immediately, his eyes teary and bloodshot.
"because i wanna be with you! i want to sleep in the same bed all night with you! not see you kick yourself out each night we do it just because you don't want them seeing you leave my quarters. like it fuckin' matters! i'm the captain of my own damn ship! who the hell cares if you leave my quarters by morning, aye?!" he wiped off the falling tears and sniffed as his nose got stuffy. "i want us to go on goddamn dates, take you out to eat on fucking restaurants, buy you shit you like. i want to know what goes on in your mind. if you feel the same way or i'm just fuckin' kiddin' myself." he laughed bitterly. "i want to spend more time with you, get to know you other than the times you got naked in front of me."
right there, killer and the others almost lost air. wire even coughed up a little blood stuck on his throat. they all excused themselves silently and left you two be.
"but who am i kiddin'? we're in this shit for the fuck, aye? sure enough, why the hell would you settle for a brute like me?! a foul, vicious, selfish, and prideful jerk like me? i sure as fuckin' hell wouldn't." he sat by the asphalt in defeat, running his hand through his locks. ashamed of himself really. confessing shit like that even though he thought you'd fold first. he thinks of himself as a joke.
but you, you were stunned. you didn't even know you were crying. all you could do was kneel before him and pull him in a hug.
kidd's eyes widened and he stiffened up. you really smelled nice, you felt warm. it was all that ran through his head. his embarrassment from his confession was now long gone. you somehow corrupted his thoughts yet again.
"for the record, i had the biggest crush on you." you said to him and he pulled away so he could see your face if you're screwing with him. "really. one of the reasons, if not all, why i joined."
kidd immediately flushed red. he looked away to avoid your gaze.
"this all happened because your dumbass couldn't talk about your feelings." you gave him a flick on the forehead. "so, what if we have that 'date' you wanna have and sort this all out?" you placed your hand on his jaw, fingers spreading across the sides of his cheeks to cup his face. "it's not fair that you're the only one who gets to confess."
"you can stop being cheeky now, it's annoying."
"hm? but your red cheeks says otherwise."
you soon took him back to the ship, you told him to wait by his quarters since you'll fetch the ice pack. when you came back the room was empty, you looked around only to see his bathroom door ajar with a little amount of steam escaping.
you tsked to yourself, sighing as you waited on the edge of the bed. when he finally emerged from the bathroom, you were ready to berate him. only to see him fully naked, without so much as a towel hanging around his hips.
"w-why the fuck are you-"
"hm? ain't the first time you see me naked. why bother coverin' up?" he crossed his arms, smirking. he clearly knows what he's doing. now he's all haughty. has he cleared his head in the bath? or did the evident blush on your cheeks rubbed his ego?
"i told you to wait here and i'll get you an ice pack, you look like a fucked up fruit." you placed your hands on your hips, fighting the urge to look down.
yet all he did was march closer to you but you kept your front steady, maintaing eye contact. and he was quiet and smug. he fetched a towel on the way to wrap around his hips and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"honestly, when will you listen?" you sighed placing the clothed ice pack up to his cheek. he placed his hand over yours, goosebumps spreading across your skin with his touch.
"i got it." he said sparing you a cheeky glance, you yanked your hand away in return.
"why'd you take a bath? you wanna rile me up, huh? by not listening to me?" you crossed your arms.
"i just felt fuckin' dirty and i'm all bloody, do you give a fuck now if i shower or not?"
this is pretty much how your normal conversation goes. you snark at him, kidd snarks back even harsher. that's why talking seriously wasn't in your bucketlist with him. he has an insufferable temper and you don't plan on submitting to his anger. really now, one of the things you have in common is being stubborn.
"it's just that... we're going out later in the day and... i don't want to go around smelling like absolute dogshit when i'm around you."
"ah you don't, huh?" you took in his flustered state, scowling face with red ears and pressed lips. avoiding your gaze firmly. "well, i guess i'd better get ready myself. gotta doll myself up too. keep that ice pack on your cheek, okay? don't make me tape that shit."
you saw yourself out, fighting your smile as you exited the door. kidd lied down flat on his bed, clutching his chest as he bathed in the foreign feeling of love beating in his chest. while you ran towards the ladies' dorm in full speed just to scream in your pillow in excitement.
the night went on with you two enjoying yourself at a diner. telling each other how crazy you felt for each other. it later turned into stupid things like how he broke the spoon or how you keep on downing a glass of wine (it's cuz you were nervous).
you and kidd decided to spend the night in a motel, to have the time and space to yourselves. because you two are going to be making your way to your room kissing like rabbits in heat.
kidd would have you in his hands, carrying you by your bum while you wrap your arms around his neck for support while you tug on his locks. he would slam you against the door while you turn the knob open.
once inside, he'd be keen on taking your clothes off first. discarding them on the floor while you get busy on taking off his goggles, fur coat, and shirt. but there was no hurry, he walked slowly you could take your time.
kidd would sit by the edge of the bed while his lips were still connected to you, sucking aggressively as if it's his last. his hand grabbing your bum and kneading it with much fervor. his lipstick stains would mark your cheeks and neck, an obvious obssession with those parts of you.
surprisingly enough, you two spent the past hours entangled in each other's limbs. you were lying down on his torso while he had his arm secured around you, pinching your skin playfully or just tracing circles across the surface. his mechanical arm already discarded. both of your clothes scattered across the wooden floors. it was just your bare body against his.
there was something different about the way he kisses you now, his lips lingered more rather than the usual hungry kisses that pried your mouth open. his touch was gentle as opposed to the usually firmly vulgar grip he has on you just so he could force his length in you and fuck you stupid. his moans in your lips were heard and warm, as if he wasn't trying to usually stifle it.
he tuck strands of hair behind your ear while he returns your kisses, his hand soon settled on the back of your head protectively. your one hand was combing deep through his voluminous, red locks while the other cups his face. it was such a foreign sight, where you two weren't in a hurry. not too impatient in taking your clothes off, reaching your climax, or leaving first thing after fucking. it was like the restraints were off, the weight you two were bearing was now off your shoulders, and all the time in the world stopped for both of you.
"now, how does that feel?" kidd broke out, pulling away from your kisses but his voice was raspy and low. almost a whisper. "how does it feel to not rush and take your time? good, aye?" he nuzzled his nose on your neck, flesh hand angling your head upward from his grip on the juncture of your nape and head.
"since when did you care about that? being romantic and all." you giggled a little as his breath came into contact with your skin.
"since you started becomin' the bane of my existence." he pressed wet kisses on your jaw upto your cheek, and now he's finally eye to eye with you.
"oh shut up, you love me."
"aye, unfortunately."
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thank you so much for the request anon! i hope this somehow aligned with your expectations :DDD this request was so perfect for this trope 𼰠it was fate that the reel came across my feed LMAOAAHSJHSHSHS
i did a different approach to this, i made kidd be the one to say the line when i initially thought it should be reader. i just love the flavor of him being totally crazy with reader he'd wax poetic a confession đŤśďż˝ďż˝ love this tsuntsun so much đ¤Ł
#manga#anime#one piece#eustass kidd#cha writes#one piece headcanons#eustass kid#one piece x reader#eustass kid x reader#eustass kid headcanons#eustass kid smut#eustass kid angst#eustass kid fluff#eustass kidd x you#eustass kidd x y/n#eustass kidd x reader#eustass kid x y/n#eustass kid x you#one piece x female reader#one piece x y/n#one piece x you#one piece angst#one piece fluff#one piece smut#eustass kidd angst#eustass captain kidd#one piece self insert#one piece scenarios#one piece scenario
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My astrology observations:
Every person with Aquarius placement in their big three pisses me off for poofing away when they're sad. LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU!
Gemini placements talk a lot but nobody knows about what. They are also so funny
Capricorns stare into my soul... They also move SO slow
Leos need a compliment, either from people or themselves.
Sagittarius just don't give a fuck.
Leo women are always late.
Aries rather moves on than fights for you.
Gemini placements can't stand still. LIKE JUST STOP FOR 5 MINUTES! Goddamn, they can be walking from their room to the bathroom 15 times to do what they could have done in one trip.
Scorpios.... There's something about Scorpios that just wants me to make out with them. So hot... And sexy... Plus the eye contact they give...
Aquarius and Pisces are real toxic together. I had witnessed too much of that.
Every Pisces man I met is a coward and a real dick.
Leos could have one friend and still be the bussiest of the Zodiac signs
Scorpios and just being attracted to them
Fire moons usually "overexaggerate" and talk too much during sports games.
Every Virgo I know has stomach issues. They feel through their stomach. They are also one of the most ambitious zodiac signs I know.
Leos are actually quite sentimental. Yes, they want all expensive but bring them a flower and they will put it in their special box of all most important things. Their attitude may be eh but their heart is gold and soft af.
Libra Venus start to become the person they like and they always like somebody so they always change their personalities.
Sagittarius Sun or Risings (not all but most) are usually tall with a dirty blonde and green eyes complex... and nice hips... and ass...
Taurus are so pissed at you and then they will just love you forever and ever and ever and you are their baby.
Pisces? Are you here or did you float away into another galaxy again?
Libra Sun and Risings want to be presented as â¨perfect⨠in society.
Iâm afraid of cancers because they are so nice and sweet and all the most wonderful things but I know they can be evil and mean too so I have trust issues with them.
Aquarius are so unbothered and bothered at the same time⌠like how do you function?
Aquarius Moons are my favourite because they are so fun and so playful and they THINK SO FCKING MUCH.
Virgos are the most stressed out of the zodiac signs because everything has to go their way and when it doesn't they die a bit inside.
Aries moon are explosive af. Like shhhh, use your quiet voice.
Sagittarious moons are so funny to me because they are actually so self-observed but it's the cute kind, you know. I just want to be with them all the time and give them an ego boost because they are so sweet.
Capricorns will never, ever, EVER tell you their next move. They keep their plans to themselves. They keep themselves to themselves. They are here and they are gone.
Gemini placements... cannot relie on them (I have a lot of Gemini placements and I agree. I am unreliable because I think I can manage everything but then I realise I can't and have to cancel 5 plans).
Scorpios are so sharp and hardworking. Nobody realises that but Scorpios will do things AS IT SHOULD BE DONE and they will run you over if they have to. Nothing comes between them and their success.
When leos are comfortable around you, they will never shut up.
Taurus are evil af. They're cute and cuddly on the outside but they have one of the meanest characters. You gotta love them though.
Pisces will not study for an exam but will go in depth to knowing one random thing.
Cancers CAN DRINK! THEY CAN DRINK LIKE NO OTHER! Like damn... how is your liver? They are also a social butterfly and busy all the time. I don't know who said they are emotional and senstitive- they can be such a bad ass.
Sagittarious people are one of the luckiest signs but one thing goes wrong in their life and they will cry for three months about it.
Capricorn women have that alpha female power. I don't care what you say, they will go from the bottom to the top with a snap of fingers and they will be the biggest boss in town.
Virgos are the only of the zodiac signs that will see the gratest potential in you or anything really and they will force you to thrive towards that but if you don't believe in it, they will stop trying.
Scoripios and Leos are the realest friends because they will tell you everything in your face and protect you behind you back. Unless, you did them wrong... then they will tell shit about your back. They're petty that way, so choose wisely.
Taurus live a simple life. They don't complicate their lives too much.
Pisces throw great parties. They are also good cuddlers.
(That's it for now. It has been in my drafts for about two years but like if you want more or not.)
#astrology#astrology observations#aries#taurus#gemini#cancer#leo#virgo#libra#scorpio#sagittarius#capricorn#aquarius#pisces
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1/7/25: Petty
âDude,â Sam says to Dean one night when theyâre sitting in the library pouring over some boring ass books that havenât helped them even a little bit up until this point. âWhat the hellâd you do to Cas?â
âWho says I did anything to him?â Dean asks without glancing up. âDudeâs weird, itâs probably nothing.â
A hand appears on the page that Dean was pretending to read, and it takes him a second to even realize itâs happened, blinking his attention back to the moment and glaring at Sam as he reaches out to smack the offending hand. Sam snatches his hand back before Dean makes contact, but the effect was successful because Sam now has Deanâs full attention.
âHeâs taking everything I say so literally.â Sam explains, pausing as if heâs waiting for Dean to add something. When Dean doesnât, he presses on. âWeâve known the guy for twelve years and even when he was his most angelic, he didnât do this.â
âSure he did.â Dean argued, the phrase no, heâs not on any flatbread circling around in his head.
But Sam shakes his head, a few long pieces falling into his eyes. âThat was different. He didnât know then. Heâs doing it on purpose now.â
Dean sighs and scrubs a hand across his face. âHeâs doing it to be a petty bastard.â He says finally. âOn our last hunt I yelled at him because he never fucking listens or does what I ask him to do, which is how he got hurt. So nowââ
âHeâs taking everything said to him literally and acting it out exactly as heâs told to.â Sam fills in the blank.
âYeah.â Dean says. âI was trying to ignore him hoping that heâd stop, but he only seems to be doubling down on being an ass about the whole thing.â
To Deanâs surprise, the only response Sam has to the whole situation is to burst out in laughter. Itâs the kind of head thrown back, belly laugh that Dean hasnât heard Sam do in years. It was the kind of laugh he cherished, because he used to get it so infrequently that he had to commit every second of it to memory. And even though Sam laughs more easily now, he still rarely laughs with this kind of unbridled joyâ for a moment it makes Dean entirely forget about Cas and his petty revenge. Despite himself and despite the situation, Dean finds himself grinning a little too, just happy to see his brother happy.
âYou really met your match,â Sam finally manages to choke out, still smiling in a way thatâs happy but definitely verging on shit-eating. âFor every pain in the ass thing you do, he returns the favor.â
âItâs not funny,â Dean grumbles, leaning back in his chair. He wants to take a swig of his beer but itâs empty and he doesnât feel like getting up. âHe needs to be more careful!â
Sam settles more comfortably in his own chair then and itâs the slant of his shoulders that tells Dean he shouldâve gotten up to get the next beer because heâll need it for whatever Sam is about to say. âHave you just tried telling him that youâre worried about him? And that it matters to you that he stays safe?â
Thereâs a lot of deflections and defenses that jump to the tip of Deanâs tongue, but he bites back on them. Heâs been trying to be better to be at least a little more honestâ with himself, Sam, and Cas. Nobody else was yet included in that honesty, but he figured heâd get there someday. So he swallows the immediate words he wants to say and glances down at the table.
âHe should know.â He answers instead which isnât much but itâs better and more vulnerable than anything else he wouldâve said. At least it implies admission that Samâs right about his true reason for being upset.
âIâm sure he does.â Sam agrees and thereâs a sincerity in his voice that does actually comfort Dean a little. âBut knowing it deep down and hearing it are different.â Sam explains, pausing before adding, âYou know he loves you, but itâs still nice to hear, isnât it?â
And goddamn it all, Sam has a point that Dean canât even begin to deny. Because he does know that Cas loves him, knows it to the core of his very bones. But if Cas were to just stop saying it out loud, were to stop reminding him of just how much heâs loved, it would be hard for Dean. He wouldnât doubt that love, but he would still struggle with it.
Dean groans and pushes back from the table, mumbling an affectionate and exasperated âbitchâ under his breath as he leaves the room. He doesnât have to travel far to find Cas, situated in the bathroom preparing to shave. Cas glances up when he walks in the door, their eyes meeting in the mirror. Casâs hand stills where they were unrolling a towel over the sink in front of him.
âIâm so hard on you because Iâm worried,â Dean blurts before he has the chance to lose his nerve. âIâm terrified of losing you and it scares the shit out of me when you get hurt on our hunts.â Casâs eyes have gone impossibly wide in his reflection, but he doesnât interrupt. âI donât mean to be an ass, I justâ I canât lose you, Cas. You mean too damn much to me.â
âDean,â Cas breathes, turning to face him properly.
âSo there you go,â Dean scuffs the toe of his boot on the ground. âYou can stop being a petty bitch now.â
Cas smiles as he steps up to Dean, reaching out to cup his elbow gently in a warm hand. âThank you for telling me.â
âYou knew, right?â Dean confirms.
âI knew,â Cas answers. âI couldnât have been so petty if I had thought you were serious.â
âYouâre such an ass.â
#enjoy some Winchester brothers#and cas being a little shit#supernatural#spn#destiel#deancas#daily drabble#daily destiel drabble
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So, I have thought about something funny regarding my lil phoenix king Vlad au.
Is that he genuinely, just doesn't want to king.
He did at first, but after being the king of phoenixes for a prolonged time he, well. He hates it to be frank. They're stuck in their old way, old ways that make quite hard for Vlad to do frankly anything really, and they keep snubbing him for doing human things when he's something as glorious as a phoenix.
And they kept inviting themselves in unannounced at the most terrible of times to take with him, which has left Vlad a lacking of sleeping as well.
So Vlad uh, well.
He ran.
He just decided that he deserved a break from all of this, so he shrunk down to bird size (still relatively large for a bird), carefully contained his magical aura and then flew to what he was sure would be a great idea.
Daniel Fenton.
The boy himself did not seem all that amused by his appearance, amused at his reasoning but not all that when he was asked to hide him for an undetermined amount of time.
Dan? Currently still getting his feet under him after being turned into a Raiju (And nobody decided to inform him that the clone he was going to liquidize was the current vessel of a world destroying fusion of him and Daniel until he found out himself).
Danielle? Currently somewhere out in the goddamn sea and, well. Fire elemental, water elemental, mass amounts of water?
You can already see how that would go down.
And what about that man he caught Vlad in bed with a few months ago? They already knew about him, and he's currently indisposed at the moment with some magical shenanigan or scamming someone probably.
Point is, Danny has to hide Vlad from the phoenix council and their very terrible way of doing things and since Danny was a dragon, he would be the last those dull feathers would check.
Luckily, Danny agreed. So long as he didn't blow his cover as a non-human to the new family he found himself with.
The Wayne family.
Yea, they were a bunch of rich guys and maybe emotionally constipated but Danny likes what he's got going on here. They don't have any secret basements or labs, helpful to Gotham city itself and they're just totally normal people!
Emotional constipation notwithstanding.
Vlad agrees, he scratches Danny's back and Danny scratched his.
Vlad kept to Danny's room for the first few days, and would've kept to said room until he was forced out by Damian Wayne, who quite frankly scared him. The creepy boy was literally watching him sleep and he suddenly decided that Daniel's room isn't all that safe anymore.
The Wayne Mansion is big, so there should be at least one place Vlad could hide.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#dc x dp crossover#Phoenix vlad#raiju dan#dragon danny#mishipeshu dani#Phoenix king vlad#Vlad just decided to book it a while after becoming king#For a well deserved vacation#Why yes this is vaguely linked to that one post#How exactly did you know?#ghost prince Danny#He got ghost adopted by Pariah and Clockwork decided to just double down on that#So he's now the prince#But he's also the member of the dragon race so-#But then again dragons are solitary by nature so it literally doesn't matter#Danny does not know that the Batfam are vigilantes#He genuinely believes them to be a normal but rich family#Damian caught wind of a bird being in Danny's room and wanted to see it only to encounter a bird he's never seen before#He didn't mean to scare it off he was just studying it#Very intensely.#Without blinking.
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you don't like me, I don't like you
Simon Ghost Riley x reader
Liability series chapter two!
Synopsis: Reader is new, she's a medic whom is strictly on base. She is not enlisted in the military. She's there due to her older sisters training for Taskforce 141, her sister made a deal with Laswell, the pair were a packaged deal. Ghost hasn't been taking her arrival well as he feels like she's a waste of space. He is not afraid to let her know for the second time since they've met.
warnings: enemies to lovers, cursing, ghost is scary, reader is stubborn
Link to full Liability series:
https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share
After finally finishing the last part of the report Ghost sighs and closes his computer. It was nearly 3 am and he was exhausted. He stands up, stretching his sore limbs slightly, and walks to his door, he shuts the light off and closes it behind him, locking it. In the distance, he could hear banging. He frowns knowing that it was lights out, so nobody should be awake. He notices the light coming from the training center and walks in angrily. He notices the new medic. Younger sister of Sergeant Emma James, one of the finest in the training program. Price had her transferred to his base so he could keep an eye on her, testing to see if sheâd be a good fit for 141. He was unsure why Laswell had requested her medic sister be transferred as well. The girl had been nothing but a pain in his ass from the moment she arrived. She didnât belong there, what use was a medic if she was strictly on base, no military experience. He scoffs as he notices her incorrect form as she punches the bag over and over, her stance was off and her hands werenât even taped correctly. He stomps over to her and turns off the music she had playing in the background. She whips around and glares at him angrily.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â she demands, snatching the speaker from him
âYou shouldnât be out here, its light outâ
âI donât careâ
âGo back to your room, no one is allowed out hereâ
âThen why are you here?â she questions, staring at him with raised eyebrows
âThe rules donât apply to meâ
âSo youâre above it all now?â she asks sarcastically
âIâm the Lieutenantâ he deadpans
âI donât really care to be honestâ
âListen, I don't think you understand. You don't belong here. You're not a solider. You are a medic. So, get back to your rom and stay there. Otherwise, I'm going to have to report you to Captain Price for insubordination. Do I make myself clear?â Ghost warns, his tone incredibly threatening. It takes everything in her not to show her fear.
âIâm not enlisted in the militaryâ
âListen, you may work for Laswell, but you're still on a military base, and that makes you subject to military law. Go to your room, or I will order the guards to take you there myself. Understood?â
âwhat guards Luitentant? looks like itâs just you and me hereâ she says gesturing to the empty room.
âDon't test me, medic. Just go back to your room, and don't come out until morning. Is that a clear enough order for you?â
âlike I said, I don't take orders from you Ghostâ she sneers
âYou're making a mistake. Let me spell it out for you, Either you agree to do what I say and when I say it, or I'll call Laswell and have her pull you out of this task force and send you back to the states. Is that clear?â
âFirst you bitch about my lack of training, now you're bitching at me to go to bed! make up your goddamn mind!â
âSo that's your attitude then? Fine, I'll call Laswell right now and explain the situation. Thereâs an endless amount of army medics who do us good in the field. Youâre easy to replaceâ
âfuck youâ she says as she tries to push past him, making sure to hit him with her shoulder
âListen!â he snaps, grabbing her arm and pull her back towards him, his tone growing more serious as his expression darkens.
â I've been trying to be patient with you, but that time is over. Now listen up, because I'm going to say this once. You are here because you're part of a team and you're expected to behave like it. And that means doing what I say, no questions asked. Do you understand?â
âIf I say yes will you finally shut the fuck up?â
âI wasn't finished speaking, and you will show a little more respect to me and this unit. Now, I asked you a question. Do you understand?â
âyes! I heard you perfectly clearâ she responds as she turns her back on him and walks towards the sleeping quarters.
âFucking hellâ
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The next morning Ghost had asked Soap to bring her to his office the next morning. He could not have her behave that way around the others. Disrespect was not permitted here. Someone needed to teach her. It donesât take long for a knock to appear at his door.
âCome inâ he yells gruffly
Soap opens the door for her and pats her on the shoulder gently. He sends Ghost a look before shutting it behind him. Ghost motions for her to enter and sit down at the chair across from his desk. âNow that youâve slept on it, what have you got to say for yourself? I hope you've got a real good excuse for that behavior last nightâ
âwhat do you want me to say? want me to tell you I'm on my period or that I'm just that naturally charming?â she says sarcastically, her arms crossed as she sits down.
âWhat I want to know is why you thought it was okay to go against direct orders from a superior officerâ
âI see that we're going in circles here, so why don't we just cut the shit. you don't like me, I don't like you. For whatever reason you've been out to get me since I got here. Look man I'm just trying to do my job, so if you want me to stop 'defying orders'â she quotes him sarcastically âthen you should just let me do what I came here toâ
âYou don't get it, do you? It has nothing to do with me not liking you or some personal vendetta that you think I have against you. The fact of the matter is, you're not qualified to be a part of this operation. You don't have the training, skills, or experience to handle yourself in a dangerous situation. What you're doing is putting yourself and other members of the task force at risk, and I'm not going to tolerate it.â
âmy position has nothing to do with the field, I'm strictly on base!â she exclaims
âThat is not the point. You're still on duty, and you're still responsible for the safety and well-being of the task force. You're a liability, not a help, when it comes down to it. If we need an immediate evac and the other actual medics are already in the field then what? we send you in because you're all we got. The last thing I need right now is to worry about keeping you safe instead of focusing on the mission. So, do you understand why you're nothing but a burden to me on this task force?â
âI've been called many things in my life, but never a burden. that's a new one thanks Ghost you truly never fail to surprise me! But you aren't gonna bully me out of here. Laswell wanted me here and I'm gonna do my jobâ she says standing âAlso for future reference, the medic that could be saving your life one day really isn't the person to piss offâ
âOh trust me, I'm well awareâ his skull-covered face inching closer as he leaned forward, his dark eyes boring into hers. She stands tall and refuses to let him see how truly nervous he made her. âBut while we're giving life advice, let me give you some. If I were you, I would be very careful about who you choose to piss off. Because if I have to deal with your bullshit again, I'll make sure you regret it. Is that clear?â
She salutes him sarcastically and walks out the door. Ghost rolls his eyes and sighs in frustration.
âBloody hellâ he murmurs before going back to his paperwork.
chapter 3: https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733828281298780160/show-him?source=share
#smut#cod mw2#ghost call of duty#ghost cod#mw2#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x you#simon riley#angst#cod x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#cod ghost#cod mwii#call of duty#modern warfare#modern warfare 2#mwii#call of duty modern warfare 2#ghost#cod#enemies to friends to lovers#enemies to lovers#eventual smut#ghost simon riley#simon riley call of duty#simon riley ghost#call of duty x reader#call of duty modern warfare
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protection (10) â ari levinson
summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.
pairing: dbf!ari x reader
warnings: swearing, use of guns, violence, verbal argument, smut (rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pussy slapping, degrading language, pussyjob, daddy kink, breeding kink, orgasm denial)
wc: 6k
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You awaken at the same moment Ari does; both of you drawing in quick, shallow breaths at the sound of the alarm blaring. Itâs loud â much louder than any alarm system youâve ever heard in your life.
Youâd been peacefully sleeping in Ariâs arms, tucked against his warm chest, and dreaming of exactly that. Now, you clutch the sheets close to you as Ari scrambles from the bed, pulling sweatpants over his naked body and grabbing his gun from the nightstand at the same time.
âStay here,â he demands of you, rushing toward the door.
âNo,â you say from the bed.
His head snaps back over to you, watching as you move to get up. He clenches his jaw and walks back over, then grabs your arm.
âDonât be ridiculous,â he mutters, âStay here, and lock the door behind me.â
âNo,â you repeat.
He raises a brow, silently daring you to defy him again.
âY/N,â he breathes, his voice so low it sends a shiver down your spine, âLock the goddamn door behind me.â
You swallow, and he takes your silence for resignation. He releases you and steps to the door again, so you grab his tee shirt and toss it over your head before hurrying after him.
âAri, wait,â you hiss, grabbing his forearm, âI donât want you going out there alone.â
His eyes soften, âBaby, Iâll be fine. Stay here. Do not open this door for anyone but me, okay?â
âAriââ
âPlease, donât argue. Iâll be right back, I promise.â
He doesnât give you time to form a rebuttal. He merely kisses you quickly, then slips out the bedroom door. He bangs on it twice from the outside to remind you to lock it, which you do. Then, you hurry over and look out the window, finding nothing but the emergency yard lights flashing.
The alarm stops then, leaving an eerie silence to the house. Unable to handle it, you step over to the door and unlock it, then listen for any type of footsteps. When you hear none, you open it and slide out, then move to the top of the stairs.
âNick?â Ari yells across the house.
âClear,â Nick replies, âMateo?â
âClear,â Mateo says, âJavier?â
âClear,â Javier yells out, âThereâs nobody here.â
âWhat the fuck set the alarm off, then?â Ari snaps.
It sounds to you like the men have gathered in the kitchen, and you have every intention of listening in on them.
âHow the fuck should I know?â Javier replies, âItâs your fucking alarm system.â
âYou know, Iâm hearing a lot of bullshit come out of your mouth under my goddamn roofââ
âEnough,â Nick groans, âObviously something set the alarm off.â
âAgreed. I can review the outside cameras, boss,â Mateo steps in.
âDo that,â Ari demands, âNick, get some extra guys here and have them do a sweep of the property. I want all exit points in the house secured and sealed. Javier, you can fuck right off to bed. Youâre not needed.â
âYou sure you donât want me to keep her company while you boss everyone around?â Javier mutters.
Silence falls over the house for a second, and you start to wonder if Ari has caught you somehow. You glance back toward his bedroom and consider hurrying in before you hear a crash downstairs, making you jump.
âI swear to God, as soon as she decides youâre no longer worth the trouble, Iâm gonna put a fucking bullet in your brain. After I tear off every finger of yours that ever touched her. You wanna be smart with me? You can be smart from six feet under.â
You hear Javier gasping for breath, and while part of you screams to go downstairs and stop it, another part of you squirms at Ariâs words. How you can imagine his angry face, his bulging muscles, and his dire need to protect you in every way.
âAlright, Ari, youâve made your point,â Nick sighs, and you listen as he removes Ari from Javier, given Javierâs dramatic gasp in, âWe get it, you love your girlfriend, or whatever the fuck she is. Anyway, we have shit to do. Mateo, Javier, go.â
You listen as the two men excuse themselves from the kitchen, leaving only Nick and Ari in the room. You scoot closer to the steps, sliding across the hardwood on your knees.
âGuyâs a fucking prick,â Ari mutters.
âI know,â Nick says, âSo, you think it was Christopher?â
Your stomach drops at the mention of your father, and youâve never been more desperate to hear Ariâs response.
âOf course it was fucking Christopher. He wants her back.â
Nick sighs, âRelax, man. Obviously weâre not going to let that happen.â
âNo, weâre not. I could just fucking take him out. That would solve ninety percent of my problems.â
âSheâd probably be pissed,â Nick argues.
You swallow, unsure of how you would actually feel. On one hand, heâs your father. Yours first protector, and the man you trusted more than anyone before Ari. Now, with everything heâs done, of course you donât want him dead, but youâre not so sure youâd mourn him the same way you would have three months ago.
âYeah. Fuck. Iâve gotta go back upstairs. Take care of the exit points and Iâll be back down in ten minutes to look at footage with Mateo.â
You scurry back into the bedroom as Nick agrees, then twist the lock. Your adrenaline pumps at the mere idea of him knowing youâd stepped foot outside the bedroom after he told you not to, so you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. Heâll be able to tell in an instant, youâre sure, but you wonder if you can just pass it off as nerves from whatever set the alarm off.
Ariâs knock against the door is firm but still gentle somehow, much like him. You exhale in relief knowing heâs right there, just on the other side of the door, ready to comfort you.
âBaby? Itâs me. Open up.â
You hurry over to the door and unlock it, then fling yourself against him before he can even step foot inside his own bedroom.
âAre you okay?â you ask, knowing full well that he is.
âHey, yes, Iâm okay, princess,â he coos, stroking his hand through your hair, âNobodyâs here, I promise. We checked every inch of the house and Iâve got guys working downstairs to figure out what tripped the alarm. Iâm sure it was just an accident.â
Heâs lying to you, but you canât tell him you know that. You look up at him through your lashes as his hands slip under your shirt and press themselves against your back, pulling you closer to him.
âAn accident?â you clarify.
He nods without missing a beat, âYes. Happens sometimes. Look at you, youâre all shaken up.â
Your heart is still racing from the fear of being caught, and the reaction your body has to Ari lying to you only speeds it up once more. You bite down on your tongue, not wanting to start a fight, but making a mental note of this moment.
âI was worried about you,â you mumble.
He gives you a soft smile, âCâmere. Iâm not going to let anything happen. To either of us. Okay?â
âOkay,â you nod.
âOkay,â he repeats, âYou should get some sleep.â
He pulls you over to his side of the California king and lifts you up, setting you on the edge. Your legs dangle and you feel the soft sheets under you, filling your nose with his scent and weakening your resolve. Itâs almost like he knows already â and heâs playing into your biggest weakness. Himself.
âWhat about you?â
âI have to go work on the alarm,â he replies, not meeting your eyes, but instead, tucking hair behind your ear, âIâll come back up to you in a few hours. I promise.â
You just nod as he tucks you under the blankets, then pulls them up to cover you. You feel like a child instead of his â girlfriend? Youâd never questioned your title to Ari until Nick pointed it out downstairs, but now, you want to hear him say it.
âAriââ you start, but he cuts you off.
âShh,â he whispers, then leans down and kisses your forehead, âIâll be downstairs if you need anything.â
You just nod. He smiles at you, then pats your stomach through the blankets before he walks out of the bedroom, leaving you wide awake and alone.
You wake a few hours later to Ari slipping back into your shared bedroom, giving you a tight and apologetic smile as he sees you stir due to his noise. You watch as he closes the door and then crosses the room to get to you.
âHey,â you murmur.
âHi,â he replies, giving you a kiss on the forehead, âDid you sleep?â
âYes.â
He nods, then stands up straight again. He gives you an easier smile, not as forced.
âI have to go out for a bit. Mateo and Nick are going with me, but I have five guys I trust downstairs that are staying with you. Iâll introduce you before I go so you feel more comfortable.â
You sit up in bed, leaning against the headboard. Slowly, you nod, although you really want to tell him not to leave you. He slips into his walk in closet, and you watch his back as he picks out a watch.
âOkay,â you whisper, âDid you and Mateo find anything on the cameras?â
His back muscles tense then. Heâs frozen, and you sure itâs because he did find something, and thatâs exactly why heâs leaving you.
âWhat did you say?â
You furrow your brows, âI asked if you guys found anything on the cameras. That set off the alarm, I mean.â
Slowly, Ari turns around. You catch the tightness in his jaw and the stern look in his eye. His shoulders are high and his chest is tense, and when you look down at his hands, theyâre both balled tightly into fists.
âI never told you a word about Mateo. Or the cameras.â
Oh, fuck, you think. He watches as you silently scramble to make something up, and even though heâs going to see right through you, you do exactly that.
âIâm pretty sure you did,â you mumble, gripping the comforter in your fist.
âNo, I didnât. I specifically did not tell you that.â
He takes a few steps out of the closet, but he remains a few feet from you. He watches you squirm on the bed, taking shallow breaths and swallowing roughly.
âAri, Iââ
âYou left this room,â he states, clenching his jaw, âYou left the room after I told you not to, right?â
Slowly, you nod, âYes. But, Iââ
âGoddamn it, Y/N!â he yells, slamming his hand against the wall and watching as you jump at the sound, âI fuckingâ Anything couldâve happened to you, donât you get that? Do you think this is a fucking game?â
âNo, Ari,â you reply, trying to keep your voice steady as you feel yourself growing defensive and emotional at the same time, âI just wanted to make sure that you were okay.â
âIâm fucking fine,â he snaps, then shakes his head, âI donât get it. I���m willing to give you everything. I brought you here, and you have a nice place to live, a bed, food on the fucking table, unlimited protection and unlimited money. And you still disobey me when I ask one thing of you.â
You let your eyes flutter closed, and when he slaps his hand against the wall again, silently demanding you look at him, you jump. When you open them again, he almost looks angrier than before. Slowly, you slide out from under the blanket and stand up, then take careful steps across the room.
âI shouldâve listened to you,â you say quietly, âI was just scared, and I didnât want you to get hurt. Iâm sorry.â
His jaw ticks, âYou will be. I canât keep having this same fucking conversation with you, Y/N. You need to learn to listen when I speak to you.â
You never realized how much you love when he uses pet names with you until he stops. Your name on his lips, although sexy as hell, doesnât bring out the same feelings in you as it does when he calls you baby.
Even so, his words bring out a defensiveness in you that you didnât know you could have with him. Not after everything. Ariâs eyes widen slightly when you cross your arms over your chest and purse your lips, then hike up a brow in a dare for him to continue.
âI didnât escape one prison just to be put in another, Ari,â you say daringly, âDonât treat me like a child.â
His eyes darken, âIs that really how you want to play this?â
You tip your chin up, and only when Ari shifts and you skim his figure, do you notice it. Heâs hard. You bite down on your cheek to hide a smirk, but the fact only eggs you on.
âYep,â you reply with a shrug, âI mean, I donât see you doing anything about it, soââ
âGet on the fucking bed,â he demands deeply, crossing the room in two strides and shoving you back to the mattress when you donât immediately comply, âWatch me do something about it, you fucking daredevil.â
You want to laugh, but you canât, because Ariâs tearing his own shirt from your body and spreading your legs forcefully, only to slot himself between them. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down only enough to take himself out. You reach up to touch him, wanting him close, but he pins both of your arms above your head in only one of his hands.
âAri,â you moan, shoving your hips up and begging for him.
âQuiet,â he orders, âYouâre gonna listen to me, for once. I donât want to hear you unless youâre begging for me, do you understand?â
âYes,â you say immediately.
He looks down at your spread legs and spits on your pussy, listening to you cry out for more at the feeling.
âAddress me the right way.â
âYes, daddy, I understand,â you say weakly.
âGood, now shut the fuck up,â he mutters.
You mewl when he rubs his cock up and down through your folds, soaking his tip in your wetness and his spit. You fight against his grip, wanting to reach down and put him in yourself, but heâs too strong.
âDaddy, please,â you beg.
He laughs cruelly, âThat smart mouth of yours changes up pretty damn fast every time you see my dick, huh, baby?â
You canât help it. You know heâs right; you canât keep up with him when it comes to the attitude and the sex. Anytime his hands touch your body, you melt. Youâre incapable of doing anything except exactly what he says â especially when heâs so close to fucking you.
âPlease, please,â you continue to beg, unable to think of anything other than him finally pushing himself inside.
âHmm, I donât know. Feels good like this for me. Might just cum like this and leave you. Sounds like a good punishment to me.â
You shake your head quickly, letting out little moans of protest as you stare up at him. He can see how needy you are, youâre sure, but you donât care. Youâve never been so turned on, so desperate. He could ask you to do anything at this moment and youâd do it if it meant he slips in.
âDaddy, Iâm sorry, Iâmâ please.â
He grins and continues his ruthless pursuit of his dick rubbing against your clit, sliding through your folds. You shove your hips up in a lame attempt to get him to catch, but he doesnât. Ariâs always in control, and if you could comprehend anything right now, youâd remember that.
âYouâre going to be sorry after Iâm through with you, princess,â he grunts.
You groan when he reaches down with his free hand and guides himself into you, listening as you cry out. Your moan is loud and he revels in it, not caring one bit if anyone else in the house can hear â because heâs sure they can.
He stops once his tip is buried inside of you, and when he feels you clench around him, he tosses his head back.
âMore,â you order, demand, beg, âMore, more, moreââ
âOh, youâre such a slut,â he snickers.
You whine at his words and clench harder, eliciting a loud groan from the back of his throat. He leans down and starts to kiss along your jawline, still keeping your hands pinned above your head.
âI am, I am,â you agree mindlessly, âPlease, daddy, more.â
Ari, prone to teasing, decides to give you exactly what youâre asking for. You scream loudly when he shoves himself all the way inside, not giving you even a second to accommodate him before heâs fucking in and out.
He wallows in your screams, moans, and your inability to even form one simple word. He gives it to you like youâre nothing to him; not the woman he loves, cherishes and protects. And you fucking love it.
Ari spills filth into your ear as he fucks you, and little do you exactly what his plan is with you.
âMy sweet, disobedient fucking girl,â he growls, âSo fucking sexy. So slutty. Did you disobey your daddy just so heâd fuck you like this? Huh?â
You canât form words. Youâre dizzy, lightheaded, and when Ari sees your eyes roll back, he pushes you even harder. His free hand skims over your hip, closer to where he knows you need it.
âDaâdaâoh, fââ
âShh,â Ari coaxes you, finally allowing his thumb to strum over your clit and reveling in the way your body convulses, âShut up, baby. Just take it. Donât you dare cum.â
He watches as his words snap at something inside of you, and your wide eyes find his. Immediately, you start to shake your head, but he stops you by rubbing his thumb over your clit once more.
âThatâs it,â he grins, âGood fucking girl. Look whoâs finally listening to me? Holding it in so well, baby. Daddy knows it hurts, but hold it in for me.â
You babble nonsense as you nod, promising to listen, promising not to cum until he tells you that you can. Ari takes one more look at your blissed out face, your rolled eyes, and your lips that continuously part and press together as you let out little whimpers before trying to speak. Heâs so close, he just wants to push you a little bit more.
He buries his face into your neck and bites your skin, immediately soothing the area with his tongue. You whine and buck your hips up, but he stops you with his free hand.
âOh, fuck, Daddyâs gonna cum, baby,â he tells you, âIâm gonna cum so deep in you. Youâre going to let me cum first since youâve been bad, understand?â
You nod. And nod. And nod. He smirks victoriously and sits back up, wanting to see every inch of your face.
âCum,â you whimper, begging him, âPâplâDaddy.â
âUh-huh,â Ari smiles at you mockingly, then licks his lips. This is it. Time to push.
He looks down at his free hand, still keeping his ravenous thrusts into your pussy, before he licks the tips of his fingers, looking directly at you, and slapping your clit. You scream as your body convulses, and he physically has to hold you in place to keep himself inside.
âDaddy!â you wail, feeling tears sting your eyes at the amazing levels of pleasure and pain heâs delivering.
âThe next fucking time, princess,â he growls, âThe next time I have to put you in your goddamn place, you wonât cum for a month. You listen to me when I tell you something, do you understand me?â
âYes, yes, yes,â you babble, and despite your answer, Ari slaps your clit once more, eliciting an even louder scream, âOh, fuck!â
âThatâs right,â Ari grunts when you clench, and his hips falter as he canât hold himself back anymore, finishing inside you, âThatâs fucking right. Cumming so fucking deep in you, those pills wonât even work. You want me to get you pregnant, baby?â
He snickers when you donât respond, you canât, because youâre so sensitive, so desperate to cum. You writhe in the pain and the pleasure, staring at Ari with the most desperate expression as you silently plead for him to let you cum.
Instead, however, Ari gives you a soft kiss on the lips, then extracts his hands and his cock from you. He watches as your haze begins to clear and you realize what heâs doing.
âNo,â you cry weakly, still spread nicely for him, âNo, daddy, I didnât get to cum, please, waitââ
âHush,â Ari demands, âYou donât listen, you donât get to cum. I wonât be back for a while, but if I get a good report from the men downstairs, Iâll finish you off tonight. If I find out that you touched yourself, well, I think you know exactly what will happen to you.â
Your mind is still too foggy, and you need to cum so badly, that when Ari disappears into the closet, you start to cry. Heâs left you, and you fear heâs never coming back. You need him more than you need anything, anyone, and heâs gone.
He emerges a few minutes later in a suit with half the top buttons undone, exposing his sexy, hairy chest that you love so much.
âDaddy,â you babble, âIâll be good, I promise.â
He walks over to the bed and adjusts the sleeves of his jacket, then gives you a small smile. Wordlessly, Ari helps you back under the comforter, wrapping it around your naked body.
âI know you will, baby,â he whispers.
When he leans down to kiss your forehead, youâre already plotting ways to get him to touch you. To make you cum.
âPlease,â you whisper desperately.
Ari just laughs, then shoves his hand under the blanket. You feel his skin on yours as he travels down your body, and with a simple touch, he rubs his index finger over your soaking wet pussy. You shudder and try to keep him there, but he pulls away too fast.
His hand emerges from the bed and he brings his finger up to his mouth, where he sucks your juices off of his skin with a teasing smirk.
âSo fucking sweet,â he mumbles, âGet some rest. Donât forget, no touching.â
He gives you a sickening wave, then grabs his phone off the nightstand and walks out of the bedroom. Your brain is mush, your legs squeeze together, and youâre already wondering if Ari would notice if you got yourself off â so much so that you donât even hear the click of the lock on the door at all.
Youâre not sure if you fall into a daze or into sleep, but when your head finally clears and you stir, you realize that youâre naked on Ariâs side of the bed. Slowly, the entire day comes back to you. You groan at the intense ache between your legs, just begging to be taken care of.
But Ari told you not to. And you canât disobey him again.
With a deep breath and all the self control you can muster, you rise from the bed and walk over to the dresser, where you first open your underwear drawer. The thought of putting panties on sounds like torture, so you opt for a pair of Ariâs boxers. Then, you grab one of his plain black tee shirts and tuck it over your head, residing to making some coffee and getting fresh air outside.
You toss your hair up as you walk over to the door, and when you twist the knob, nothing happens. The door doesnât open, and your first instinct tells you that itâs stuck. You swear under your breath, then yank on it again. Nothing. It isnât until you crouch down and see the lock sitting neatly between the door and the frame, that you yell.
âWhat the fuck!â you shout, banging on the door loudly, âAri! Open the fucking door!â
You hear nothing but silence on the other end, so you continue to slam your fist into the wood. Youâre sure Ari isnât even here, but you know someone is, and you want out. Now.
You hurry over to the nightstand and look for your phone, which is gone. You toss your head back as you try to remember where else you may have left it, but you know in your heart that Ari took it with him.
âMaâam.â
You stop when you hear the voice outside the door, then cross your arms over your chest like a teenager â aware that nobody can see you. Quickly, you walk back over to the door and lean against the frame.
âWho is that?â you ask.
âMy name is Patrick, I work for yourâ um, Mr. Levinson.â
His unsure nature reminds you of Mateo in a way, and even though you want to be angry, you know it isnât this manâs fault that youâre in here.
âWell, Patrick, can you open the fucking door?â you snap.
âUm, no, maâam. I apologize, but Iâm under strict instruction to leave it locked until I bring you a meal. Mr. Levinson told me to bring it up at two oâclock. Are you hungry now?â
âYes,â you blurt, even though youâre not, âLook, if you just open it for one secondââ
âI really canât,â he stops you, sounding regretful, âMr. Levinson told me that penne alla vodka is your favorite. Iâm Italian, and I can whip up a mean pasta dish. Would you like garlic bread, too?â
You can hear it in his voice, the way he desperately wants to please you in hopes of pleasing Ari. So, you take a deep breath and change your tune. You work your magic the way you worked your magic on Vick, Mateo, Javier, and Ari himself.
âItalian?â you purr, âWow. Iâm sure youâre so handsome. Honestly, Iâd love for you to cook for me. Itâs been such a long time since a man has cooked me dinner.â
A lie, but you donât care. If flirting with Ariâs men will get you out of this goddamn room, youâll do it.
âIt would be an honor.â
Bingo. The way his voice quivers tells you everything you need to know.
âListen, Patrick, I wonât tell Ari. I just want to watch you work your magic in the kitchen. Iâll be good, I promise.â
Your mind wanders to Javier at this moment, wondering where he is. If heâs in the house; if heâs also locked in. Youâre sure that if Ari locked you in, he definitely locked Javi in, too.
âMaâam, I would love to, but there are cameras. Mr. Levinson can see everything from his phone.â
Fuck.
You know you canât get Patrick to cave now. You sigh and toss your head back against the wall, then exhale.
âFine,â you mutter, âCan I at least have my phone to call Ari?â
âHe told me he wasnât taking calls,â Patrick informs you, sounding regretful, âEven from you. He told me to tell you to, um⌠remember the lesson he taught you before he left.â
Itâs Ariâs way of telling you to listen. You roll your eyes and shake your head, then smack the door before walking away from it. You assume Patrick leaves, because he doesnât say another word, and neither do you.
You make yourself comfortable on Ariâs bed and stare at the black screen on the TV, refusing to turn it on. You donât want to relax. You want to be seething when Ari comes back for what heâs done. How he left you needy and desperate, then locked you in your bedroom like a child.
Patrick brings up your pasta and garlic bread about an hour and a half later. You hear the lock twist and you perk up, but when you see the man you donât recognize, you just sigh.
âPardon me, maâam, I just brought up your meal,â he says quietly, not looking at you for more than a second at a time, âWhere would you like it?â
âDownstairs,â you reply, âWhereâs Javier?â
Patrick looks to the floor, âHeâs in the guest room.â
âLocked in, too?â
âYes, maâam.â
You laugh sarcastically. Patrick places the tray at the end of the bed and, when he catches you staring at the open door, he nods once, then ducks his head and leaves again. The lock clicks immediately behind him, and youâre trapped once more.
The sun sets, and the bedroom grows dark. You turn on Ariâs bedside lamp and pick at the pasta Patrick brought up. Admittedly, it was delicious. The man certainly knows how to cook. And the fact that Ari knew your favorite type of pasta and even went so far as to inform him of such a detail would normally make you swoon. However, given your circumstances, you donât feel too keen on giving Ari brownie points.
Soon after you shove the tray back to the end of the bed, the lock clicks again. You donât get your hopes up this time, which is why a thrill shoots through you at the sight of Ari. His tie is loosely hanging around his neck and his top three buttons are undone, but you push past how that makes you feel.
When he sees you, he remains expressionless. You stare at him, pressed against the headboard with your arms crossed, not willing to speak first.
Silently, Ari reaches into his pocket and tosses you your phone. It lands on the mattress, but you donât reach for it. You just stare â openly, intensely.
He sighs, âI had to.â
âNo you didnât!â you exclaim, âAri, I actually cannot believe youâd do something like this to me.â
âYou donât listen,â he explains as he removes his tie, âLook, Y/N, Iâm not trying to be some fucking tyrant asshole. I have rules for you because they will keep you safe. If you break the rules just to mess with me and something happens to you, Iâd never forgive myself. You need to learn that itâs not always fun and games with us. The attitudeâs cute, but in my line of work, it could get you killed.â
You scoff, âWell, you donât have to treat me like a fucking child, Ari. You couldâve told me that.â
âI did!â he shouts, âSo many goddamn times.â
You know heâs probably right, but you donât want to cave. You want him to grovel and slide a hand between your legs andâ
Youâre frustrated, you realize. You want him so bad, despite the entire day of torture. He watches as you squirm on the mattress and begins to unbutton the rest of his shirt, but doesnât speak again.
âFine. Iâll listen better,â you shrug, âBut do not lock me in here again. How did you even come up with that?â
He swallows, âNick says Iâm too soft on you.â
âOh, nice, Ari. You left me without an orgasm and then locked me in our bedroom alone all day because of something one of your boys said to you?â
He smirks as he toes off his shoes, then removes his dress shirt. The jacket and shirt get tossed lazily onto the dresser, and when he looks back at you, shirtless, muscular, and just the tiniest bit angry, you feel the slick run down your thighs again.
âYou a little frustrated, baby?â he teases you, stepping closer, âYou want me to make it better?â
âFuck off,â you mumble, although, inside, youâre preening for him.
âOh, now, thatâs not very nice,â he grins and steps over to the bed, pulling the comforter back and exposing your bare legs. He swallows when he sees you dressed in his boxers and tee shirt, âYouâre certainly a sight.â
âI am,â you say confidently.
Ari laughs and leans down to kiss you, but youâre not done being petty. You turn your head away from him, listening to the low growl that escapes him. You try, and fail, not to let that impact you in any way.
âIâm gonna go take a shower,â he tells you, âWhile Iâm gone, you might wanna find my good girl and let her know that daddyâs ready to play.â
You canât help but look up at him as he says these words to you. He smirks when he sees how wide your eyes are, how much you secretly want him. He kisses the tip of your nose, then releases you and steps into the bathroom. He doesnât bother closing the door, and you listen as he turns the water on in the shower.
He wants you to follow him. He wants you to come to him, on your own, and beg. You know this. Youâve given yourself the pep talk all day. Donât give in. But, when you see him drop his boxers into the floor of the bathroom, you canât help yourself. He shifts just enough that you can see his hard cock before he steps into the shower, and thatâs all it takes.
You pull his shirt over your head and drop it on top of his clothes, then remove the boxers of his youâre wearing and add them to the pile.
Ari doesnât even seem surprised when you slip into the shower. He doesnât react when he feels your hands on his back. He has one hand on the tiles of the shower and the other is lazily stroking his cock, which makes your mouth water.
He turns slowly, his hair wet and his eyes hazy. He examines your body from head to toe, stopping for an extra beat and observing how swollen and desperate your clit appears.
âIâm sorry, daddy,â you whisper, âIâll be good. Iâll listen, I promise. I just donât want you to treat me like he did, you know?â
Ariâs shoulders drop. He stares at you for what feels like forever before he steps closer, then cups your cheek in his free hand.
âBaby, thatâs not at all what I was trying to do.â
âI know,â you nod, âYou just want to keep me safe. I get it.â
âYouâre my only family,â he practically whispers, allowing a new vulnerability to be seen in his eyes, âThe reason I have for coming home at night. If I didnât have you anymoreâŚâ
He trails off, and his hand falls from around himself. You reach down and take over, listening to the way his breath hitches at the sensation.
âI love you, Ari,â you say, âI will always be here, waiting on you to come home. Even when you act like a fucking asshole.â
He grins, âThatâs my girl.â
He leans down and kisses you, not at all surprised when you let him take control immediately. He backs you up against the tiles and deepens the kiss while the steam fills up the shower, only adding to the heat you feel at this moment.
You claw at his back, desperate for him to do something, anything, to dull the ache between your legs that heâs responsible for.
âI know, I know,â he murmurs against your lips, as if he can read your mind, âHold still, princess. Daddyâs gotta eat before he takes you back to bed. Iâm gonna make it up to you over and over and over again.â
You whimper as his hand comes down and cups your thigh, pulling your leg around his waist.
âOh,â you slip out before you can stop it, melting in his arms.
âMhm. You can be as loud as you want. Just let me enjoy my meal, okay?â
You nod helplessly as Ari pins you against the wall, holding you up as he kneels, tossing your legs over his shoulders like itâs nothing.
âOkay, daddy,â you whimper, knowing youâre absolutely in for it for the rest of the night.
You canât walk the next day, but itâs completely and totally worth it.
a/n: thank you for indulging my slutty side. this idea just came to me and i had to write it. we'll be back on plot with the next part (maybe) lol. i hope you liked it! comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!
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Loyalty
Summary: Izzy Hands has always been loyal, always needed somewhere to place that loyalty, even the crew of the Revenge knew that and could respect it to some extent. Only...they didn't think it was possible for him to be more loyalty to somebody that wasn't Blackbeard. At least...until you come back.
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âFirst mate Hands! Three vessels approaching,â Buttons called from up on the quarterdeck. He didnât turn to look for the first mate, or anyone else for that matter, he just stared out at the open ocean and the three specks in the distance that were approaching in a V formation.
âFuck,â Izzy strode over to his side and pulled out his spyglass to get a good luck at the approaching fleet. Three vessels. Three of them. There was no way the Revenge and her crew could take them on, he hoped the winds were right to flee.
All worries of fleeing or fighting left Izzy, leaving him cold and in shock. The flags raised on the three ships were familiar, causing an aching in his chest. A distinct flag he never thought anyone would see again and, somehow, he knew that nobody else had come across the design and claimed it for themselves. Somehow, for some inexplicable reason, he just knew. The way Edward always knew how the weather would turn. He felt it in his goddamned bones, in his very being.
âFuckâŚâ Izzyâs curse came out weaker this time, breathier.
âOrders?â Buttons asked, not seeming perturbed in any way by Izzyâs reaction. Maybe he just didnât notice. Izzy hoped he didnât notice.
âDrop anchor, raise Blackbeardâs flagâŚand prepare to let them board,â Izzy ordered stiffly.
As if from nowhere, the fucking scribe appeared, always showing up at the worst times. âWeâre letting them board?â he asked, both insubordinate and concerned. Where did the little shit even come from? âShouldnât we, likeâŚbe moving in the other direction, very fast?â
âNobody fucking asked you,â Izzy snarled. âJust do as I said, Iâll deal with the captains,â he didnât give them any time to argue with him, already leaving.
âYouâre really going to do what he said?â Lucius asked, turning to Buttons. He could smack himself, looking to Buttons of all people for some sensible behaviour.
âAye, they are the orders,â Buttons nodded. That was that.
âOh my God, weâre going to die,â Lucius whispered to himself, frowning at the three dots in the distance.
-
Izzy knocked on the door to the captainâs cabin and waited for some muffled shout to be invited in. He already knew this was going to be tricky, so he entered as formally as he could, not looking to cause problems. Not this time. He closed the door and stood in front of the couch where the two captains sat.
âThere is a fleet approaching, three ships, weâre preparing to let them board,â Izzy reported.
âLet them board?â Bonnet asked, eyes wide and curious.
âWhy the fuck are we doing that?â Edward asked lowly, at least giving Izzy a chance to offer a reasonable explanation.
âItâs Captain L/n,â Izzy told him. Bonnet blinked, wondering if that should mean something to either of them.
Clearly, it meant something to Edward because he tensed a little, glaring at Izzy now. â...so you went above my head?â
âThey arenât here for a fight. Weâve raised Blackbeardâs flag, theyâll know who we are. They arenât going to raid us,â Izzy reasoned.
âIf theyâre here, theyâre here for us. Itâs not a mistake,â Edward agreed with that at least.
Izzy just nodded, letting Ed believe whatever he wanted to believe. Izzy already knew why you were here, there was only one thing you would come for.
âYou know each other?â Stede asked.
Izzy felt the need to roll his eyes but hold himself back. âWe used to sail together,â he answered instead before insisting, âthey arenât going to attack us.â
Edward huffed, throwing himself back in his seat. âFine, whatever. Let us know when theyâre preparing to board,â he dismissed the first mate.
âAye, Captain,â Izzy nodded, taking his leave without complaint nor hesitation.
âIs everything alright?â Stede asked Edward carefully.
âThe crew will be fine,â Edward promised, putting those worries to rest. âHavenât seen L/n in years, they got into some trouble a while back and disappeared. Looks like they got themselves a fleet together, thoughâŚâ
-
The largest ship in the fleet expertly pulled up along the side of the Revenge and dropped anchor. The crew of the Revenge watched, antsy and curious, as the other shipâs crew prepared the gangplank.
Edward and Stede had come up onto the deck to overwatch the crew and to greet the boarding crew. Izzy stood by Edwardâs side, trying not to fidget or bounce his leg in anticipation.
On the deck of the other ship they could see the crew thrumming about, securing the ship, preparing. Izzyâs gaze wandered to the helm, heart skipping a beat when he saw the familiar figure speaking with a member of their crew.
Izzy could already feel the excitement bubbling in his chest.
Once the gangplank was secured, the other crewâs first mate and a gunner crossed over to the Revenge, introducing themselves curtly before glancing over their deck.
âIs Israel Hands here or are we wasting our time?â the first mate asked.
Immediately, the crew of the Revenge was looking at Izzy.
âFucking hell,â Izzy muttered to himself. âThey send you over as a threat?â he asked, unamused.
The first mate looked him up and down. âYeah, you match the description,â they nodded. âThe crew understands?â
âTheyâll behave,â Izzy sighed.
The first mate nodded to the gunner, and the gunner returned to their ship. During the wait, Izzy could still feel the eyes on him, and could feel the unasked questions from the crew.
It must have been only a minute at most but, for Izzy, it felt like hours, before you were crossing over the gangplank. Hopping down onto the deck of the Revenge with practised grace.
âToo cowardly to board first?â Edward asked accusingly.
âToo busy to sit through small talk if Israel wasnât here. I donât like wasting my time,â you rolled your eyes, not rising to whatever fight he wanted.
Then, in an instant, all of your attention was focused on Izzy. He was older now, of course, as were you, but you would recognise him anywhere. He was looking at you the same way he used to, devoted and adoring, like you were the only other person standing on the crowded deck.
It was too much for him, seeing you, having you look at him like that.
You always could read Izzy well, you would consider yourself fluent in Israel Hands, and you could tell that he was practically shaking to hold himself back, to keep himself composed. You wouldnât make him wait any longer, you werenât cruel.
âOh, Israel, Iâve missed you,â you strode over to him confidently, quick to wrap your arms around him.
Izzy returned the embrace like it was second nature, letting out a heavy sigh of relief, practically melting against you. You couldnât help yourself, having to run a hand over his hair before forcing yourself to pull away and release him.
Well, you released him for the most part. Your hands remained against his upper arms. âIâve been away for too long,â you observed but both of you were already well aware of that.
âWhere have you been?â Izzy asked, the only thing he could think to say. You had been assumedâŚdead, disappearing without a trace. Yet here you stood, very much alive. Older than he last saw you but perfectly recognisable to his eye.
âYou know about how the navy got a little too close, had to lay low for a while. Got a new crew together, started operating in different waters, took years for everything to cool down but once I got word, I sailed right over here,â you explained, not aiming to make him wait for such an important answer. âSought out Jackie, of course, she knows everything. Found the Anne but you werenât there, got into a boring conversation with the quartermaster. Wasnât making the same mistake once I tracked down the Revenge.â
Izzy seemed to think your story over, trying to figure out whether you were telling the truth or not. You had never lied to him before but you understand that disappearing for years can damage somebodyâs trust in you. If his trust in you had faded, youâd make sure to earn it back.
Izzy thought over the details, he supposed they made sense. There technically hadnât been any proof of your death, just rumours, and the British had continued their search for you after your supposed death. You always had been clever, able to get out of difficult situations. And you were always careful, wouldnât have risked the lives of your crew by returning too early to the Caribbean.
Izzy gave a slight nod, assuring you that he believed you. That he was glad you were back.
The sound of shifting beside you reminded you that you werenât as alone as you would have liked to be.
âAlright. I suppose I should speak with the captains of this vessel,â you addressed it to Izzy, not anybody else. Like nobody else mattered.
âIf you must,â Izzy mumbled, filling you with a feeling of fondness.
With a hand against Izzyâs back, you turned to the two captains, Izzy following your movements like it was just a natural thing for him to do.
âSorry to invite myself over but Iâll be out of your hair soon enough,â you promised the two of them, only one of them familiar to you.
âIzzy makes it sound like you and he were friends and you know EdwardâŚI suppose it wouldnât hurt if you stayed for a little while. Got reacquainted,â Bonnet, you assumed he was, offered.
You looked at Izzy questioningly. âHeâs being serious,â he told you with a sigh.
âThe Gentleman Pirate,â you nodded in understanding and Stede preened under the recognition. You considered it for a moment before nodding, âI canât stay long, I have business to attend to, but it would be rude to turn down your offer.â
âWonderful!â Stede clapped his hands together, though Edwarded looked decidedly less happy about it.
âIâll let the crew know weâll be anchored for a little longer than planned,â you announced before turning to Izzy. Thatâs when the crew really noticed it, the way your gaze locked in and softened as soon as it turned on to Izzy. âIsrael, do you have a cabin?â you asked.
âYes. Iâm the first mate,â Izzy answered, as if it was obvious, but not with the irritation he would if one of the crew had asked such a stupid question.
âGood,â you nodded before shrugging, smiling at him. âThough youâll be staying in my cabin, of course.â The way you said it wasnât demanding, just as though it was a given.
The captains would sleep in their cabin, Jim and Olu would sleep in their room, Lucius would sleep between Pete and Fang, the crew would sleep under the stars, and Izzy would be staying with you in your cabin. Thatâs just the way things were.
Izzy just nodded, relaxing at the idea of being welcome in your cabin once again.
âFirst mate needs to stay aboard the ship,â Edward commanded. In all fairness, it was a fair demand to have.
âWeâll stay anchored, donât you worry. Iâll even leave a couple crew members over here if it makes you feel better. But Israel will be staying with me,â you really didnât think Edward was asking too much, just for some security that you would kidnap his first mate, but you made sure he knew that you werenât asking him.
âIzzy,â Edward looked to his first mate then, expecting him to agree with him.
âIâll be fine, Edward,â Izzy promised him.
Edward opened his mouth to argue but no words came out, he looked stunned. You decided that was enough of a confirmation for you.
The crew just watched, feeling dumbfounded, as you spoke quietly against Izzyâs ear and guided him over the gangplank and onto your ship. Watched how your hand sat against his lower back, thumb stroking up and down against his leather waistcoat. Watched how easily Izzy let you lead him.
Once you crossed over to your ship, you quickly announced to the crew that you would be sticking around for a little while. Your crew just nodded, accepting the small change in plans, and starting preparing for their stay.
With your crew up to date and content, you led Izzy to your cabin. As soon as he was through the threshold and the door had clicked shut behind him, Izzy felt himself relaxing completely.
âI thought you were dead,â Izzy heard his voice before he even realised he was speaking. It was quiet and water.
âOh, sweetie,â you were in front of him in an instant, his face cradled in your hands. âI wonât lie, it was a close call for a while, but Iâm here and Iâm perfectly fine. Better than ever, actually. Went from one ship to threeâŚjust one thing missing, the very thing Iâve been tracking down since I returned to the Caribbean.â
âAnd whatâs that?â he asked quietly, desperately. He needed to hear it.
âOh, please, you just like to hear me say it,â you accused fondly before your expression softened completely, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. âYou, baby.â
Clearly, that was the right answer, because Izzy all but threw himself into your arms. Clinging to you.
âIâve got you, sweet thing, and this time Iâm not going anywhere,â you promised, carding fingers through his hair.
âYouâll have to leave, you have a fleetâŚresponsibilitiesâŚâ Izzy mumbled into your shoulder.
You paused for a moment, earning a displeased sound from the man in your arms. âIt really has been a long time, I didnât realise I had to ask,â you whispered, prying him off of you as gently as you could but you needed him to look you in the eyes for this. âI want you to come with me, Iz. Will you come with me? Will you come home?â
Izzy felt like he was floating, glowing. He felt warm. âNowhere else Iâd rather be,â and everything about the way he looked at you told you that he meant it.
You smiled, kissing his temple before guiding him back into your embrace. It was good to have him back in his arms.
âEdward wonât be happy,â Izzy warned you. All he really wanted was to lock himself away with you, to lock the world out, but he couldnât ignore the reality on the other side of your door.
âNobody with a lick of common sense would be happy about losing you, baby, but weâll handle it,â you promised.
âHe wonât like that youâre poaching a member of his crew. Especially not his first mate,â Izzy was fretting, he always was so good at that.
You buried your fingers in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. âLet me handle it, sweetheart. Do you trust me to do that?â
ââCourse, I do,â Izzy almost sounded offended. Offended that you thought he wouldnât trust you.
âIâve got you. Edward never really did, he knows that,â you soothed him. There had always been an unspoken understanding. He could run around with Izzy trailing after him but he was only ever borrowing the man. No matter what, no matter what he did or what they became, Israel Hands was yours and always would be.
âIâm yours,â Izzy stated firmly.
âI know, Love. Just as I am yours.â Izzy hummed as you pulled back just enough to press a tender kiss to his lips.
You always did that, always insisted on it. You were his just as he was yours, you belonged to each other in any way you wanted too. His loyalty was always reciprocated by you.
When you pulled away from him again, you noticed that a few tears had slipped down his cheeks.
âOh, love,â you cooed, brushing away the tears.
âSorry,â Izzy apologised, feeling like he had somehow ruined the mood. A reunion was supposed to be a happy thing and he was happy, and yet here he was crying.
âDonât apologise, itâs alright,â you tutted softly. âWhatâs wrong?â
âJustâŚmissed you,â he confessed.
âI missed you too, more than I ever realised possible.â In all honesty, you were a little surprised you haven't teared up yet. You supposed you had more time to process, having been searching for Izzy for so long, while Izzy only just realised you werenât dead today.âCome on, letâs get you comfortable and maybe some tea,â you suggested.
âThat sounds nice,â Izzy nodded softly.
âIâll get you some comfortable clothes, I got you a few things,â you offered, unfortunately having to release Izzy completely.
âYou didnât need to do that,â he frowned a little, watching you move through your cabin.
âI just wanted to be prepared if you agreed to come with me,â you shrugged. As if buying Izzy some extra clothes was a big deal, you would do anything for him, this was nothing.
ââCourse Iâd come with you,â he responded quickly, as if you might actually be doubting that.
âI know, love. Itâs just been a long time, I suppose I had to prepare myself in case things had changed,â you admitted with a small sigh. Mostly, you had felt confident that you and Izzy would fall in together like anything had barely changed, because the two of you were justâŚright.
âThey havenât.â It wasnât the complete truth. So much had changed between him and Edward since you first went your separate ways, things had changed in ways that he hadnât even thought possible. A lot of that change began when they got word of your disappearance, Edward hadnât liked how Izzy mourned then Edâs dark moods started getting more frequent.
So much had changed, but not the way Izzy felt about you. That just wasnât possible.
-
âNo wonder Izzyâs been a miserable pain in the arse,â Lucius commented, sounding somewhat sympathetic for the prickly old man. Almost as if he had developed some new understanding, even if he had been a pain in his arse.
âWhat do you mean?â Pete asked with a little frown.
In truth, the whole crew had been thrown by the recent events. The pirate captain who boarded their ship with grace and confidence, barely acknowledged Blackbeard and Stede before whisking Izzy Hands away without a single complaint from him.
âHeâs been separated from the person he loves!â Lucius declared like it was the most obvious thing in the world, grabbing the attention of the rest of the crew that lingered on the deck.
âOhâŚoh yeah, I can see that,â Pete nodded. He hadnât really considered Izzy having some long lost love that made him the way he was but now that Lucius mentioned it, that did look like a sweet reunion, the restraint obvious on both sides. Then Pete frowned, suddenly feeling a little sad. âI couldnât be apart from you for years, babe.â
âAw, neither could I, babe,â Lucius lent into his side, kissing his cheek that plastered a grin on his face.
âIz isnât like that, donât worry,â Edward scoffed, coming up behind the two of them, drawing more attention to their conversation.
Lucius only jumped a little at the sudden appearance before frowning in confusion. âWhat do you mean by that?â
âIz,â Edward shrugged, âhe isnât all sappy or whatever.â
âYouâre kidding right?â Lucius just looked at the bearded man, certain that he was joking with him. He wasnât. âSure, clearly he shows it in a different way. Heâs a devoted little fucker, but heâs very clearly sentimental. Iâve never seen him look soâŚrelaxed and comfortable than when they hugged him.â He couldnât truly believe that Edward couldnât see that. Perhaps denial was more rampant in pirates than he first thought.
âThey used to sail together, they were his superior for some time. Heâs just loyal,â Edward shrugged again, though seemed a little less sure of his words this time.
âButâŚmore loyal to them than he is to youâŚâ Lucius observed, making Edward frown. âIf that werenât true, he wouldnât have even left the ship, right?â he wasnât sure why he was pushing the matter so much, maybe it was his own nosiness.
Clearly, Edward didnât like what he had to say though because he was soon stomping off with Stede hurrying after him. Probably with a lot of questions about what just happened.
-
You couldnât help but smile against the rim of your teacup. Already, Izzy looked more relaxed than he did when you first stepped aboard the Revenge. He sat on the other side of the couch, his feet propped up in your lap, shoulders drooping with tiredness, and his hair slightly mussed up from your attention as he sipped from his own cup.
A knock on the door had him tensing, though. You tried not to react too much, hoping he could fall back into that safe space the two of you had once created together a long time ago. You just dropped one hand down to his ankle as you called for the guest to let themselves in.
Your first mate stepped into your quarters. The whole time the two of you conversed about Captain Bonnet having apparently invited you and Izzy to dinner in their cabin, you rubbed soft circles against Izzyâs ankle. He managed to relax under your touch, not seeming to mind the extra set of eyes in the room then.
âDinner?â you hummed, âwhat do you say?â
Izzy was pondering over his answer before he even truly processed that you were asking him. Nobody asked his opinion about things these days, Edward used to of course but recently it was just whatever whim either he or Bonnet wanted to pursue.
âSure, have to face them sometime,â Izzy muttered into his cup before drinking from it again.
You gave his ankle a small squeeze of reassurance before facing your first mate again. âTell the captains weâll be there,â you ordered. They nodded and left without another word, you were pretty sure they knew that you didnât wish to be interrupted unless it was an emergency for a little while. They knew how much time and work and even coin in some cases you had put into tracking down your dear Israel Hands.
Once the door was shut, you gave Izzy a moment to be sure that your first mate was gone, before turning to him with a serious expression.
âIzzy, we donât have to tell them that you plan to leave or anything yet. Weâll hang around for a few days so everythingâs not so sudden, okay?â you assured him. âI thought weâd have at least until the morning before seeing them again, if Iâm being honest,â that earnt a small blush from Izzy, âIâll just follow your lead on the matter.â
âThank you,â Izzy sighed, deflating against the arm of the couch. In the back of his mind he was vaguely grateful for the fact that you had tutted at him and shoved a cushion behind his back when he sat down.
âAnything for you, my darling,â you smiled, stroking your hand up and down his calf as you finished your tea.
-
You were right on time for your dinner with the captains of the Revenge, you didnât want to be any ruder than necessary after all. Edward had his back up as soon as you stepped through the door and he noticed Izzyâs new clothes, clothes that he was certain Izzy didnât own and yet seemed to fit him almost perfectly.
Of course, you had to make some guesses about Izzyâs sizes when you bought the clothes but you could easily have them tailored to fit him perfectly, you were pretty pleased with yourself for getting it this close anyway.
Stede had also seemed a little thrown off, blinking at Izzyâs new look. Honestly, it wasnât a drastic difference. He had just switched his leather pants to black cotton for the sake of comfort and was wearing a deep blue shirt, he always had preferred to wear darker shades, under his waistcoat.
Stede shook it off quickly, politely welcoming you and inviting you both to sit at the table. Izzy sat by your side without any prompting, without even thinking about it really, while Edward and Stede sat opposite you both.
You were at least rather impressed with the meal their cook, Roach, had prepared for the four of you. It just about made up for the tension that lingered at the table.
âSo, how do you know Edward and Izzy?â Stede asked, a clear attempt at making polite conversation. You could appreciate the effort.
âUsed to sail together, long before Edward or I became captains,â you told him.
âThey were on the first ship I joined,â Izzy added, making you smile a little. You hadnât really expected him to tell any sort of story but you werenât disappointed about it in the slightest. âThey were a few years older than me.â
âTook my little dove under my wing,â you teased, tapping your knee against his under the table and making Izzy blush. You had wondered if he would fluster as easily as he used to, assumed that he wouldnât, but you were definitely pleased to find it was just as easy as ever. âI became quartermaster shortly after Israel joined us and he was the smallest boy on the crew,â you recalled fondly.
âFuck off,â Izzy muttered, âjust âcause you had a growth spurt.â
You gave him another fond smile, one that was reserved purely for him, before looking at Stede again. âWe sailed together for a good couple of years before Edward joined the crew.â
âYeah, then we mutinied Hornigold,â Ed grinned, perking up at his chance to contribute.
âMe and some of the crew had already made plans to head out on our own, we all agreed I would captain,â you nodded, âIzzy and Eddie left with me at first, guess it was just easier that way. Once we raided a decent ship, Edward wanted to leave and captain his own crew, wanted to build a legend.â
âI knew he could do it and I wanted to help him achieve it,â Izzy smiled a little to himself.
âAnd they did it,â you grinned proudly at Izzy. You were honestly proud of both of them but Izzy had always been so dear to you, Edward knew you only had eyes for him.
âLegends are just that, though,â Izzy sighed, âthen the legend gets bored of his own story.â
âIz-â Edwardâs expression dropped.
âNo, Edward, itâs fine. Guess I got tired of it too,â Izzy confessed, poking at his food a little, â...around the time we caught word of Y/Nâs disappearance.â
You couldnât help yourself, feeling the overwhelming need to comfort him. You placed your hand on top of his.
âKnew something changed, wasnât sure what it was,â Edward admitted with a small frown. He knew something had changed, could slap himself for not realising what it was.
âGuess I realised a legend doesnât really mean anything. At that point it just assured our safety, other crews didnât fight back, raids were less risky, and that was enough for me,â Izzy continued, letting you take hold of his hand properly, letting it ground and support him, âbut it wasnât enough for you and you got bored.â
Edward nodded his agreement, looking a little guilty about it. âJust became a trudge, yâknow?â
Izzy agreed, he did know, he had seen it on Edâs face day after day. Surviving had been enough for him at the time, still would be if your fleet hadnât sailed towards them he imagined.
âSorry, Iz,â Edward sounded genuinely apologetic, a heaviness lingered over their time together and all either of them could really do now was acknowledge it and offer condolences.
âMe too, Ed,â Izzy returned, as equally apologetic and guilty looking.
You were almost smiling, proud of them for being able to see things from each otherâs perspective even if it was only just a little bit right now. Then Stede had to go and talk. âWell, I hope we can all agree that things worked out in the end,â he smiled and knew he meant well butâŚ
Edward didnât respond, just gave him a faint smile, while Izzy scowled and you blatantly ignored his comment.
The rest of dinner continued in mostly silence, Stede occasionally commenting on some side and how it was prepared or asking questions about your travels during the time of your âdisappearanceâ. You had actually enjoyed the conversation until he said âthat sounds marvellous! A real adventure!â Again, you knew he meant well, and he was right in a way, some of the things you did and saw could be described as marvellous, it wasnât all misery once you pulled everything together, but it left a sour taste in your mouth.
It wasnât long before it came to dessert, Roach bringing in a tray of different flavoured tarts. Roach received the compliments for his hard work before leaving the captainâs quarters.
Stede and Edward were quick to pick their favoured flavour, familiar with the cookâs pastries. You glanced over them, considering, before picking the one you thought youâd prefer.
Before you ate, though, you noticed Izzy frowning at the selection in that way he does. Not frowning because he was upset or displeased, more out of confusion and thought than anything.
âHere, youâll like this one,â you picked up a lemon tart and placed it in front of him, âitâs lemon and the texture is more like cream than jam.â If Izzyâs preferences in sweets were anything like they used to be, you were certain he would prefer this tart.
Always trusting your advice, Izzy took a bite of the tart. Your heart fluttered at his little hum of approval. There was so much to learn about Izzy that was new, but it was comforting to be reassured that you still knew him well.
âGood?â you asked, casually.
âGood, thank you,â Izzy nodded, taking another bite of the dessert.
Stede watched the little interaction and felt familiarity pang in his chest, he could easily recall sharing new recipes and luxuries with Edward. He always assumed that Izzy couldnât stand anything that wasnât for the purpose of base survival, now he wondered if he just didnât like him and the Revenge. Yeah, that seemed to make the most senseâŚ
After eating, the captains of the Revenge asked you both to share a drink with them. Izzy had given you a small nod and you had accepted their invitation. Stede poured you each a port and chattered about his recent adventures with Blackbeard and his first mate. The exaggerated storytelling and rambling was enough to have Izzyâs patience wearing thin.
âYou should check in with your crew,â Izzy suggested quietly when he saw the chance, a light lull in conversation. You took the hint, he wanted to leave and you wouldnât deprive him of that. There were other places you would rather be as well.
âGood idea, hun,â you smiled, nothing but adoration in your expression, as you placed your empty glass down. âAlways one step ahead,â you placed your hand on Izzyâs shoulder as you stood.
You said your polite goodbyes to the captains before heading for the door, Izzy right by your side, only holding back a few inches when you had to pull the door open.
âIzzy,â Edwardâs voice brought you both to a halt, turning back to face him. âYouâre not leaving, are you?â he asked. It was obvious that he meant for good, not just for now.
âEdâŚâ Izzy sighed. He really had hoped this would wait until morning, to give him just a little more time with you before he had to deal with this.
Apparently that was enough of an answer for his captain, former captain? âAfter all these years?â
You glared a little, not liking that Edward was making Izzy feel bad but you let it go, not wanting to involve yourself unless you thought it truly necessary.
Some like hurt flashed across Izzyâs face, some old ache returning. âI thought they were dead, Edward. I thought that I left, and they died, and I would never see them again,â he told him with some slight panic. You moved closer instinctively at his distress, placing a hand against his back. âI canât lose them again,â Izzy confessed plainly, voice rough.
Edward was about to speak but you got there first, needing Izzy to understand what you wanted from him. âYou wonât lose me if you stay, Izzy. I hope that isnât why youâre coming with me. Youâll always be mine.â
âI know,â Izzy looked at you with wide eyes, eager to correct you. âI want to come with you.â That was all you needed to hear.
âIzzy-â Edward tried again.
âEd, if you can give up Blackbeard, I can give up First Mate Hands,â Izzy insisted. He couldnât be sure that Edward was going to try to convince him to stay but he refused to risk it, couldnât handle that right now. Today had beenâŚa lot, and that was a wild understatement.
âWeâll stay for another couple of days, but we canât stay any longer,â you told the captains. âBut itâs late, weâll discuss this further tomorrow if you wish,â the way you spoke assured them that there was no room for argument but that you would keep that promise. If they wanted to speak further on the matter, it would happen tomorrow, not tonight.
Izzy was tense as the two of you left the cabin but pressing into your touch the whole way across the deck and the gangplank. You didnât speak until you were aboard your ship again.
âHow are you feeling, love?â
Izzy actually took the time to consider it, to assess himself and try to put words to how he was feeling. He never was particularly good at that but you had always insisted on him trying his best. âGoodâŚgood, actually,â his answer was a little quiet, a little breathy, like he was surprised by his own answer.
âItâs okay if youâll miss him, heâs been your best mate for years,â you told him.
âJust donât want to hurt him,â Izzy confessed sincerely.
âHeâs a grown man, heâll manage. And youâll see him again,â you wanted him to know that if he wanted to see Edward again, then of course he would be able to and you would make sure it happened.
âIâm not having second thoughts, I want you to know that,â Izzyâs glossy eyes focused on you again, his words firm, like you could ever doubt him.
âI know that, just making sure youâre alright, hun,â you promised, rubbing small circles against his back. âNow, should we go to bed?â
âPlease,â Izzy let out a heavy breath like some weight had been lifted from him and he could finally breathe properly.
Without hesitation, you led Izzy back to your quarters where he could properly unwind and the two of you could get properly reacquainted without any further interruptions.
-
The next day you had made yourself comfortable over on the Revenge, not wanting to be too far away from Izzy as he continued on with his first mate duties. You couldnât help but watch over the strange crew with amusement, they were certainly endearing but not the best sailors. You bet the whole thing was driving Izzy insane.
âStill have your midday coffee?â Izzy asked, bringing you out of your musings.
You turned to him with a smile, accepting the warm mug from him. âI do, I always get drowsy this time of day. Donât have to sneak them anymore now, though,â you sipped the coffee, sighing, pleased, as you lowered the cup. âItâs around lunch, did you get yourself something?â you asked.
âNah,â Izzy shrugged.
âGo and get something, even if itâs just an orange. If you donât fancy anything down in the galley, my cook will whip something up for you. They love a challenge,â you insisted, your demand soft and made out of nothing but care.
âAn orange is fine,â Izzy rolled his eyes, âIâll get you one too.â
Before you could huff and insist that he doesnât need to fetch you things, he was already gone. You shook your head in slight exasperation but smiled fondly as you sipped at your coffee, made just the way you like it. It seems that he had remembered some things as well.
âHe makes quite the little errand boy, huh?â a younger man came up to your side.
You instantly went tense, expression darkening as you turned to him and lowered your mug. âYouâre Spriggs, the scribe?â you squinted at him.
âIzzy talked about me?â Lucius asked, preening somewhat.
âHeâs mentioned you,â you nodded, letting him bask in the satisfaction before stepping up to him. âOne more word about him and Iâll slice your dick like an onion.â
In an instant, Lucius froze and stared at you with wide eyes. âWhy an onion?â he was already cursing himself for asking a stupid question instead of fleeing. He didnât know you well but he had a feeling that you would follow through on the threat.
âWould you rather I cut it into neat little segments like an orange?â you cocked an eyebrow at him.
âUhâŚno?â Lucius answered carefully, unsure if you even wanted an answer.
âGo,â you rolled your eyes as he scampered off.
Izzy returned shortly after with two peeled oranges. âWhy did the scribe look like he was about to hurl?â he asked, only a little accusingly.
âDunno,â you shrugged innocently, accepting one of the oranges.
Izzy hummed, standing by your side, close enough that your arms brushed against each otherâs. âYou threaten him?â
âMaybeâŚâ
â...dick onion again?â
âItâs effective,â you smirked to yourself, ânobody says a bad word about you if I have anything to do about it.â
Izzy huffed but you caught the way his cheek turned a light pink. âDonât need protecting.â
âOf course you donât, youâre a fucking vision with a blade. But I like taking care of youâŚand maybe I like threatening people just a little, but mostly taking care of you,â you teased, leaning your shoulder against his. âIâm always going to have your back, Izzy, my love,â you kissed his cheek.
Izzy sighed but was unable to suppress a little smile. Heâll forgive himself, he didnât think anyone saw it.
-
It was just like Izzy to insist on doing his job until he had officially left The Revenge and joined your crew. You didnât mind though, patiently waiting for him to finish his nightly rounds.
The rest of the crew was sitting around with some drink and telling stories, they had pestered you to join them and you didnât see the harm in it. You accepted the bottle of rum they handed you but mostly just held it in your lap as you listened to their tales.
Izzy finished up his rounds, as satisfied with the condition of the ship as he could be. He glanced around the deck to see where you were waiting for him and saw you sitting with the crew. Suddenly, he felt unsure if he should interrupt but there was a little voice in the back of his mind that reminded him that it was you, and there was no such thing as interrupting when it came to the two of you.
âFinished my rounds,â Izzy announced as he came up to the group, getting your attention.
Immediately, you turned your attention to him with a smile. Unfortunately, you didnât have the time to respond before the others were speaking.
âJoin us, Izzy,â Lucius encouraged. You looked him up and down but saw that he was being sincere, so you didnât comment on it.
âYeah, they just told us all about the Hornigold mutiny. Totally badass,â Pete grinned, hooked on the stories you had to tell.
Izzy frowned at the group, all looking at him with varying levels of eagerness but all seeming pretty welcoming, before looking to you. âAre they mocking?â he asked with a small snarl.
âNo, darling. They just enjoyed the story,â you assured him, smiling even when your heart ached. âDo you want to sit or do you want to go back to our cabin?â
Truthfully, Izzy didnât want to spend time with the rest of the crew but he didnât want to ruin your fun eitherâŚ
So, he just sat beside you in response.
You smiled and shifted closer to him, placing a hand on his knee. âThis guy is fascinating,â you told him, gesturing to the Swede, who preened and blushed under your comment.
âReally?â Izzy asked, unamused.
âThe stories he has are insane. Donât know how many of them I believe but entertaining nonetheless,â you insisted, âborn under blood rain, now thatâs a great start to a story.â
Izzy rolled his eyes but he had to admit that was a tale he and Ed might have tried to sell under the legend of Blackbeard.
âDrink?â you offered your bottle to him.
âNo, thanks.â
You nodded, placing the rum bottle beside your feet.
The crew quickly fell back into their dramatic stories, trying to one up each other in entertainment.
Once you were certain that the crew was distracted enough, you lent into Izzy and spoke low against his ear so only he could hear you.
âWe donât have to stay if you donât want to,â you could sense he wasnât exactly comfortable, you didnât have to know him that well to realise that, and you didnât want him to force himself to do anything.
âItâs fine,â Izzy mumbled back.
That just confirmed to you that you were right.
âCome on, letâs turn in for the night,â you patted his knee, shifting to stand.
âNo,â he clasped your hand tightly, stopping you from standing, looking a little worried when you met his gaze.
âWhatâs wrong?â you squeezed his hand comfortingly, making sure to stay quiet and now draw anyoneâs attention.
âNothing, itâs fine. We can stay.â Izzy couldnât quite hold your gaze and you made up your mind.
âWell, it was good sitting with you guys but I really should go check on my crew,â you declared as you stood from your seat, gently tugging Izzy to his feet again. Despite his halfhearted protests a second ago, he followed without argument.
The crew wished you a goodnight and didnât try to stop you when you left, returning to your ship with Izzy in tow.
You greeted your own crew and bid them all a goodnight before disappearing into your quarters.
âYou didnât have to do that,â Izzy complained as soon as the cabin door was shut. âYou could have stayed if you wanted too.â
You nearly rolled your eyes. Of course you could have stayed if you wanted too, just as he could have stayed without you if he wanted, or asked to return to the ship if he wanted. You didnât roll your eyes though, understanding that this was stemming from something deeper.
âAll I want is to be with you, my dove,â you promised him, taking his hands in yours. âIâve spent enough time drinking and telling tales and I havenât spent nearly enough time in your company.â
âYou sure?â How could the infamous Izzy Hands, best sword in the Caribbean, look so vulnerable and unsure? His eyes just gave everything away.
âIâm completely certain,â you answered firmly but with an underlying tenderness.âYou donât have to do anything you donât want or arenât comfortable with,â you quickly kissed the tip of his nose.
Izzy flushed and grumbled a little but you still saw the way he smiled to himself. âAre we still leaving tomorrow?â he asked.
âWe are. If youâre still okay with that,â you nodded.
âI am.â
You smiled softly, placing a hand on the back of Izzyâs neck and touching his forehead to yours. âGood. I was thinking we could have breakfast with Ed and Stede in the morning, say goodbye properly before heading out. Itâs your choice,â you suggested.
Izzy hummed in thought before nodding slightly, leaning into you some more. â...we can have breakfast.â
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You had decided to host breakfast in your quarters, figuring it would be the polite thing to do, where Izzyâs belongings had already been put away neatly, like they had been there all along. You couldnât wait for the cabin to properly look like it was lived in by Izzy.
After breakfast, which went surprisingly well, you and Izzy walked Edward and Stede to the gangplank. âIt really was good seeing you again, Edward,â and you really did mean it, you had been friends once upon a time. âNo hard feelings, right?â
Edward looked at Izzy and saw the way the tension in his shoulders was less than he could ever remember seeing. âYeah, no hard feelings,â he nodded, a little hesitantly.
You smiled, glad. You really hadnât come to cause trouble, just to get your Israel back.
âAnd it was fascinating to meet you, Captain Bonnet,â you hadnât fully decided if that was a compliment or not. Izzy did seem fond of him and that had clouded your judgement, you could admit that.
âLikewise,â Stede grinned, âfeel free to visit anytime.â
âSee you around, Iz,â Edward nodded to his former first mate and long term friend, a weight to his words.
âSee ya, Edward,â Izzy nodded back, just as heavy.
Edward and Stede returned to the Revenge and your crew took down the gangplank.
âReady, love?â you asked, touching your hand to Izzyâs elbow.
âReady,â Izzy nodded, sounding sure of himself.
You shouted for the crew to raise anchor and set on the course you had previously given them. The crew called back their acknowledgements and got to work.
You smiled at your bustling crew before leaning against Izzy, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. âWelcome home, my dove.â
âDonât think that petname really fits me anymore,â Izzy grunted, making you chuckle.
âNonsense. Youâll always be my dove,â you tutted. Izzy sighed softly as you ran your fingers through his hair, honestly enjoying watching a competent crew working again. âWeâre heading to port, going to give the crew some extra coin and shoreleave for a job well done. Think they can manage sailing straight for a few days,â you hummed.
Izzy looked around the deck, seeing your crew bustling and busy, talking between themselves as they worked diligently. âLook like they have it handled,â he agreed.
Your hand settled against his lower back as the two of you returned to your quarters. Once inside, you shrugged off your coat and folded it neatly over the back of a chair. The cabin had already been cleaned up from your breakfast meeting.
âCan I ask a question?â
You frowned a little as you turned to Izzy, hoping he was only asking such a question as a formality. âOf course,â you nodded.
âWhat is my position among the crew?â he asked.
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou already have a first mate and I donât like the title of âbed warmerâ.â
You were taken aback by his words, as if you would ever refer to him as such or allow anyone else to do so. âIzzy, you donât thinkâŚthatâs not how the crew sees you, I promise. Youâre a respected pirate, a respected member of the crew. When I told the crew just who we were looking for, they were excited to have Israel Hands on the crew.â
âI would just like to know my position,â he sighed, still as stubborn as ever.
âI suppose I didnât really think about it, was too focused on just getting you back,â you admitted. âI would offer you the position of first mate butâŚwell, mine is very loyal and put a lot of work into helping me track you down. It would be wrong to demote them. But youâre far too qualified for a lower rank,â you thought out loud before your face lit up, an idea coming to you. âHow do you fancy being co-captains?â
âCo-captain?â Izzy gaped at you. âYouâre joking?â
âIf Blackbeard can do it, so can I,â you shrugged.
âCo-captains, a fucking stupid thing,â Izzy muttered. He really wasnât ready to be taking ideas or suggestions from Stede fucking Bonnet. âCould just beâŚcould just be your partnerâŚâ
âPartner, captain. Whatever you want. Either way, youâll be respected and listened to aboard this vessel. You have my word,â you vowed.
âI believe you.â He always did, you never gave him a reason not to.
You met him where he stood, snaking your arms around him. âI canât believe I have you back.â
âI canât believe youâre back,â he breathed, settling his hands on you, just needing to touch and feel. Still needing to remind himself that you were alive, you were here, and you were real.
âNever going anywhere without you again,â you promised. âWill have to fucking kill me,â your dedication sent a shive down Izzyâs spine. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â It felt like a prayer falling from Izzyâs lips. How long had he longed to hear you say those words again, to be able to speak those words again?
âThank you for keeping this,â you whispered against his lips, toying with the ring on his necktie.
âAs if Iâd ever stop wearing it,â Izzy had never even considered it, had only taken it off of his finger before it began to feel heavy on his hand. It was too easy for him to see, to remind him. So he moved it to his neck, wanting everyone to know that somebody had gifted him such a ring once, cherishing it, while clad in black in mourning.
Izzy didnât need to mourn any longer because you were here, holding him and kissing him. He would have to put his ring back on his finger.
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The Galaxies Above
PRODUCT INFO . when a wanted angel is oblivious to what is going on in the galaxies above, not even knowing that she is a goddess, kento nanami strikes. but, does he get distracted while doing the mission?
PRODUCT CONTENTS . different power system (kinda) , assassin nanami , space being nanami , christianity / belief in God involved , kinda dark story
As they stood in moonlightâs embrace, their baby daughter was born. âSheâs beautiful, Satoru.â The God of Galaxies, Suguru, said softly. âYes, she is.â Satoru, the God of Space, agreed without any hesitation.
Suguru chuckles, pressing his thumb on their baby daughterâs face. âMy angel. Sheâs going to grow up and turn into a Goddess. Maybe even better than me.â Suguru said playfully, looking at Satoru.
âMhm. Sheâs going to grow up and turn into someone like you and me, love.â Satoru said, squishing his daughterâs chubby cheeks. âIâll name her (Y/N) Gojo.â Suguru said, cradling his daughter with a smile on his face, happy with his family.
As they were sleeping in the cold breeze of the night, Suguru and his baby daughter were sleeping soundly as Satoru sat in the corner of their palace, watching the moonlight. He slowly closed his eyes, praying for the health of their baby daughter to the Holy One, the only being above all else.
âLord, protect my newborn. Give her the riches she should store in her heart.â Satoru prayed before going to sleep with his new family. âI love you, my dearest.â He said, kissing his babyâs forehead and his loverâs before drifting off to sleep.
HELLISH-FLAMES NATION
âWe need to make a plan to ambush those goddamn monsters.â Toji said with hatred in his eyes. Stabbing the tree next to him. âWe need to find a way to avenge our sacred land. Where only we will rule. Where nobody will interfere, like those angels!â Toji yelled, and the devils cheered for him as he grinned.
âThose weaklings have no right to invade our land. HELLISH-FLAMES belong to us, and only us devils!â Toji roared, the devils jumping and agreeing with him.
âTonight, we will invade their land like how they invaded ours! Get ready for battle!â Toji said, grabbing a cursed tool. The devils roared in rage, they planned on invading GOLDENSKIES by midnight, getting their things ready.
GOLDENSKIES EMPIRE, 11:56 PM
The hand of the clock was so close to midnight, the devils waiting at Heavenâs gate. Once the clock hit midnight, the devils all attacked in unison, their voices spilled with anger.
The angels tried to fight back but they were outnumbered as multiple angels were still asleep. Suguru had heard this catastrophe happen and was awoken. He woke Satoru up as they both unleashed a roar that woke up every angel who was still asleep.
âYou devils! We will destroy you, once and for all!â Suguru cursed, flying up in the sky to create a force field which will permanently make every devil banish. Yet, it almost took his life. Satoru looked at Suguru, before his gaze drifted to their baby daughter.
He then set her to Earp, the Planet of Humans. He put her on a random doorstep, leaving to go help Suguru up in the Galaxies.
Suguru groaned as he tried to hold them back, Satoru appearing to help him. With their magic together, the force field was created. The devils all got banished from the Heavens, going back to HELLISH-FLAMES.
Afterwards, the angels who survived all surrounded and formed a circle over Satoru with his unconscious lover, Suguru. Satoru nuzzled against his neck, before falling unconscious himself.
The angels brought them both to their temple, to talk with the Guardian of Life, and the Guardian of Death. To see if theyâre still alive. They brought them both to Archangel Yuki, Guardian of Life, and Archangel Choso, Guardian of Death.
âOh, Archangels! Show us if their hearts are still beating, if their lungs are still breathing, and if their brains are still thinking.â Angel Ino chanted.
Archangel Yuki and Choso appeared before them, walking forward, Archangel Yuki felt their hearts. âThis.. Iâve never seen anything like it!â Archangel Yuki smiles.
âEven though they are not alive anymore, their hearts are still beating for each other in Chosoâs realm. Let them be free in peace, they sacrificed themselves for the sake of everyangel. They are now in THETRUEREALM. Thank you for making me feel their love for each other.â Archangel Yuki smiled, before vanishing with Choso.
EARP, 4:23 PM
A baby started to weep, and the old lady heard it from inside. Said old lady opened the door, met with a crying baby girl covered in white cloth that shines throughout the afternoon breeze.
âWow, what a beautiful baby!â The old lady was shocked, carrying the baby in her arms. âOh, donât cry pretty baby! Youâll probably have such a future as beautiful as you.â She murmured.
âMaybe whoever left you here couldn't take care of you. Or, was in grave danger and just wanted to keep you safe.â She smiled down at the baby, then entered her apartment complex, setting the infant down the couch, giving her gentle belly rubs.
âWho wouldâve left you here? You look like a daydream.â â âYou know, I always wished for a child of my own. And my prayers have finally been answered. Iâm Utahime Iori.â Utahime smiled, carrying the baby in her arms.
âWhat should I name you, little angel?â She asked, and the infant smiled up at the old lady, making Utahime melt. âSo cute! Iâll name you Angel. Since you look like one.â Utahime muttered, holding the baby up in her arms as if inspecting her.
âNow, letâs go and get you all dressed up.â She said, before going to one of the rooms and giving Angel proper clothes.
HELLISH-FLAMES NATION, 3:48 AM
âUgh, those stupid angels got to us again.â Tojiâs assistant, Shiu, muttered, scoffing. âDonât worry, Shiu. Devils always win in the end.â Toji reassured.
âWeâll use the power of space beings, one that will surely get us victory. We just need to get their daughter, then threaten to kill her when they don't undo the shield they have created.â Toji grinned, satisfied with his plan.
âSo, out of all of our workers that are omnipotent beings in space, who do you choose?â Shiu asked.
âPick the most dangerous. Convince it that angels have done us wrong. Then, tell it to get the daughter of Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo. All of them know how to detect Angelic Aura, am I right?â Toji asked.
âYes, Kento Nanami would be the perfect candidate for that job. He has death touch.â Shiu informed, fixing his tie. âDeath touch?â Toji repeated, his eyes widening.
âThatâs the deadliest ability ever.â Toji grinned, nodding at Shiu. âHeâs perfect. Get him.â
âRight away.â
âHeâs in the Space Chambers. Line 1620.â Shiu pointed towards the tall building floating in space. âHeâs in the last line? That's how dangerous he is, huh.â Toji murmured, a hand rubbing his chin.
âActually, heâs the last in that line.â Shiu smiled, âMeaning Kento Nanami is the most powerful weâve ever captured.â
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playing baldur's gate 3 while rejecting all romance paths is actually hilarious because you get a harem all gunning for the least eligible bachelorette in all the lands
-caught off guard by Gale's magic lesson turning into yearning eye contact. I just wanted to learn about magic. I would give him a fist bump if I could
-Shadowheart asks to share a drink at the party in her tent. I go hell yeah pour up!, excited to party with my buddy, and my (real life, who's watching me play) brother has to tell me she was hitting on me
-Lae'zel asks to smash right in the middle of slaughtering a bunch of goblins. we're both covered in blood. there's several dead bodies right there. the rest of the party can 100% hear and see this. I tell her no thanks and continue killing goblins. nobody brings it up again
-wasnât entirely sure if she meant âtaste meâ in a sex way or a cannibalism way at first. I wouldâve been more likely to say yes to the cannibalism
-I ignore the weird S&M whipping guy until my brother suggests there might be a mechanical benefit to doing it. I hadn't thought of that, I just thought the game had a random weirdo for no reason. the rest of the party watches me turn down the clearly insane sadomasochist lurking in a shady dungeon until I remember stat boosts and run off to get whipped for combat advantage
-after knocking Minthara out, I accidentally steal her underwear. I apologize and sheepishly put it back in her inventory. everything else is still stolen without remorse
-Withers tells me not to get distracted by my bosom buddy. I have to inform him that not only do I have no goddamn clue who he's referring to but that he should be far more worried about me getting distracted by literally anything else
-Gale talks about the suspension bridge effect in the shadow lands. I excitedly agree that yes, I do know about that, isn't it interesting? psychology is so cool! the fact he might be trying to imply something by bringing that up is irrelevant in the face of fun trivia. this probably makes me more attractive to him honestly
-every time Astarion casually flirts in his dialogue I ask if he means it in a bro way. I suspect he wants to kill me
-Halsin asks to hit. I stare at him, go nope! and walk off. neither of us bring it up again
-worldâs most awkward brothel scene. Iâm most excited about the cat
-Orin replaces the circus dryad and tries to get information from a love test. I go oh well I have nobody to do this with and carry on to gleefully enjoy the circus without ever realizing it was her
-I make Gale lick the dead spider laced with aphrodisiacs because I'm scared of spiders. he agrees to lick the dead spider. Shadowheart judges him heavily
-after refusing Mizora I continue my hobby of trying new ways to harming her. explosions, magic, whacking her over the head, biting, etc. it doesn't stick but it's about the message
-I tell off creepy blood lady for trying to pressure Astarion and then cheerfully accept her creepy offer because someone experimenting on my blood sounds perfectly fine to me. her fetish is none of my business
-Astarionâs character arc around being only valued for his sex appeal derailed by the weirdo whoâs second most prevalent thought after seeing him shirtless after the rune scars is wondering what kind of undead have nipples
-Withers. Withers do you have nipples. itâs for science Withers. hey wait where are you going-
-I meet an incubus. I politely ask him to put some pants on and then if he has any tips on murdering the guy I'm here to rob
-emperor asks to smash. I bluescreen for a good minute and tell it no thanks. neither of us bring it up again
-completely missed the implication Ansur and the Emperor were a thing. I would have nuked that squid idiot so much harder if I'd known. how'd you fumble an actual dragon that bad? I'd treat Ansur right
-Iâm like 90% Iâve missed some other romantic implications because Iâm focused on trying to loot every single tin cup
I havenât bathed in a month. I collect body parts. Iâm dense as fuck. I never have any idea whatâs going on. I forget names, directions and what we were supposed to be doing constantly. I enjoy blowing people up. everyone wants me carnally
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@bitch-be-nimble well, not at the time. (the whole motivation behind this notfic with buggy in disguise was to see if i could write a post-roguetown encounter without making shanks lie when he tells whitebeard he hasnât seen buggy since roguetown.) but itâs funny you should ask!
this got stupid long. okay, you know what? iâm just gonna post this first chunk of the story, it ends on a fun note and i wonât feel like i need to rush the rest if iâve shared this much with yâall.
a little over a decade later, as the red force prepared to leave marineford:
it was buggyâs fault. undeniably. if he couldâve just kept his stupid mouth shutâbut of course he couldnât! not after the way shanks just treated him, pulling on his strings like a goddamn puppet master, like he still knew buggy after all these years. not when buggy knew for a fact that shanks wouldnât recognize him without his nose acting as a big red flag.
(of course he hadnât forgotten about that day. he never spoke of it, but it was on his mental tally of ways shanks had screwed him over. spooked him into eating the chop-chop fruit, constantly stole his thunder, beat him at cards (by cheating! by cheating at cards better than buggy!), ruined his plans for the future, kissed him one time in a back alley in east blueâand without even asking first!)
and this was the first time heâd been near shanks since that day, so of course it was on his mind. shanks hadnât changed much since then, except that oh wait, heâd lost a fucking arm somehow! and nobody seemed to be able to agree on how.
buggy couldnât bear to ask for the story.
he had to know.
he could not ask.
âlooking at you, i canât tell which of the rumors is true,â buggy said. (not asked!) shanks was sitting on a barrel, watching other members of his crew do real work, so buggy figured it was safe to bother him. he glanced up at buggy. âdid you go after whitebeard and get punished for it like that crocodile guy, or did you try and see if your armament haki was stronger than a sea kingâs teeth?â
shanks huffed out a little laugh. âare those the only rumors these days?â
âthe only ones i considered remotely plausible.â
âwell, the second oneâs not far off,â shanks said.
buggy stared. that couldnât be the whole story. not for him.
shanks sighed. âlook, buggy, iâm sorry, but i donât have time for this right now. unless you know my ship better than me, and can figure out where weâre going to place a twenty-two foot long corpseââ he cut himself off with a shake of his head. âany other day, i would love to sit down with you and catch up. just not today.â
right. buggy flushed. shanks was an emperor. even though he was the youngest and weakest of them, that still required a certain something. leadership. responsibility. just because he still looked like the shanks buggy knew, slacking off, doing as he liked, didnât actually make him so.
âbuggy,â shanks snapped.
âdoes he have to be lying down?â buggy blurted out. shanks blinked up at him, surprised to hear him try to be helpful. âi mean, i know how normal bodies work, death stiffness wears off eventually, but this is whitebeard. if anyone could stay standing the whole of his death, itâs that guy.â
shanks frowned. âi did consider that, briefly. but if weâre wrong, having to clear that much space in the time it takes him to fall overâŚâ
buggy cringed. âright, thatâd be way worse.â he thought about alternatives. this boat of shanksâ was nice, but it did not have that kind of room to spare, not if he was taking shipless pirates aboard (which, of course he was; this was shanks). âwhat about one of the whitebeard fleet ships? are any of them stable enough to carry him? theyâre his crews, i bet theyâd be honored to be his last ride.â
shanks nodded. âthere are a few still seaworthy.â running his hand through his hair, he muttered, âbut like hell iâm getting involved with the intracrew politics there. iâll ask marco, heâll know which one to pick to step on the fewest toes.â getting to his feet, shanks visibly swayed for a moment.
âwhoa, are youâ?â
âiâmâfine,â shanks said, pinching at his brow. he glanced at buggy, who had foolishly reached out to, what, steady him? offer an arm to lean on?? he didnât know what heâd been thinking. shanks sighed. âitâs not as fun as weâd thought itâd be when we were kids, is it? being the ones in charge.â
âoh, i donât know,â buggy said, thinking back to that moment, fresh out of impel down, when anything seemed possible with all those guys at his back, cheering him on. âit has its moments.â
shanks considered him for a moment. he smiled. âi guess it does. thanks for the suggestions, buggy. go find a spot to lie down, would you? you look like you could use some beauty sleep.â
and buggy knew he shouldnât say it. even in the moment he knew it was stupid. but he could never leave well enough alone when shanks took a cheap shot at him, and that day had been on his mind. so he said, âgee, and here i thought i was gorgeous.â and because he really couldnât help himself, it seemed, when shanks gave him a blank look, he fluttered his eyelashes and added, âwith stunning eyes.â
shanks stared.
in the time it took for buggy to blink, he was shoved into the closest wall. heâd tear shanks a new one for halfheartedly trying to give him a concussion, but the hand thatâd pressed him shoulder-first into the wall was drifting up, up his neck, cupping his cheek, and buggy found himself as lost for words this time as last.
shanks leaned in. just as he got too close for propriety, he sucked in a breath. he whispered, âthat was you?â
buggy gave him a look that said obviously. that said how else would i know about it? that said why? does it matter?
did it matter? he stared up at shanks, and, far from the first time, had no idea what he was thinking.
shanks took a step back and laughed, rubbing his hand over his mouth. âoh god,â he said under his breath, âi really donât have time for this right now.â eyes shutting, he sighed, and to buggy it looked like heâd aged ten years in an instant. someone out of sight called for their âboss,â and the exhaustion, the previous, unreadable emotion, it all fell away. here was red-haired shanks the emperor, for the first time since heâd cowed the marines into allowing the whitebeard pirates their dead. he stalked off, calling out, âget some sleep, buggy,â over one shoulder, cool as anything.
buggy, feeling distinctly uncool and like heâd never sleep again, scurried away in search of a private corner he could panic in. he found a deck a level or two up that was deserted for the momentâcrew quarters, maybe?âand huddled by the railing. had anyone seen that? stupid, stupidâ
âdid you see that?â someone a deck below said excitedly to their companions. âcaptain buggy got that emperor mad enough to shove him into a wall, and then without a word forced him to retreat! heâs truly amazing!â
buggy buried his face in his hands and groaned. so stupid.
âhey, quick question,â said someone at buggyâs elbow some time later. âare you trying to get us all killed?â it was mr. 3âer, galdino, or whatever his name was, looking very fearful and annoyed and sweaty. or maybe that was the wax? buggy didnât know much about him, or how his powers worked.
âhowâs that?â
âword among the men,â this was how galdino had been referring to the prisoners whoâd followed the two of them out of impel down lately, âthe men,â like they were buggyâs soldiers or something, âis that red-haired shanks kabedon'd you, and you turned him down. you realize heâs our only possible ride out of here at this point, right? why antagonize him like that?â
buggyâs face screwed up. like he needed to be reminded of the distance between him and shanks. but also: âthe hellâs that word mean?â
âkabedon? itâs when someone shoves you into a wall to intimidate and flirt with you.â
âflirt withââ buggy sputtered, face hot. oh shit, was that really what they were saying? âgod no, no way! shanks would neverââ
âiâm just reporting what iâve heard,â galdino said, shoving his glasses up his nose. âoh, no oneâs made the flirtatious connection but me, but they all say the two of you got up close and personal, and red-hairâs been red-faced ever since. i just put two and two together.â
âit wasnât like that,â said buggy, who couldnât have told galdino what it was like, since he still had no idea himself.
âno?â galdino joined buggy at the railing. they had a good view of the main deck from up here, including a cluster of men having a serious-looking discussion. since the group included shanks and marco the phoenix, it was probably about whitebeard and ace, and where they were taking them and how to do it. shanks looked tired, but it wasnât obvious like it had been when it was just the two of them. there was something on his face that buggy recognized from the day the news about rogerâs arrest broke. a quiet, sad kind of tired.
feeling eyes on him, shanks glanced up. their eyes met for a moment, maybe two. then shanks turned away, face slightly, undeniably redder, rubbing his hand over his mouth.
galdino leaned in close to buggyâs ear. âyou sure about that, buggy?â
blushing bright enough to rival his nose, buggy stomped off, steaming, muttering curses against smart-mouthed wax men under his breath.
but no, he wasnât sure at all.
#bitch-be-nimble#notfic#one piece#shuggy#shanks#buggy#featuring me thinking *way* more about post-marineford logistics than i think oda ever wanted anyone to#a very busy and emotionally exhausted red-haired shanks learning something emotionally upsetting#and galdino clocking shanks in a minute flat while buggy still has no earthly idea what that man is thinking#the near miss fics
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Going through my drafts and found this alternative scene for when John and Gale got together in TODCL. In this version, after Gale and John made up, Gale hinted that he'd like to go on a date, hoping John would take the hint and ask him out on one. But John took it as a different hint altogether:
Curt parked haphazard over the entrance to the lot. All the better. He didn't need nobody interrupting the reaming Bucky had coming for him. Inside, despite the pathetic fragment of hope Curt held that he'd gotten it all wrong, he saw Bucky wrist deep in an old tool box that should have been thrown out long ago. He was all dirtied up in his overalls. âGoddamn it, Bucky what have you done?â
Bucky looked up, the bags under his eyes heavy and dark despite having mostly gotten over that rotten cold he'd been fighting. âWhat do you want?â Short and brusque. âYou wanna tell me why Buck is going on a date, and it's not with you?â Bucky gripped a rusty, unrecognisable tool like he wanted to throw it. Curt almost wanted him to try, but instead he took a breath and turned back to the tool box. âBecause he asked me to set him up on one.â âReally? Buck said, I want you, Bucky Egan, who Iâve been eye fucking for months, to set me up on a date with another man?â âWe agreed to be friends, and he said he wanted a date. Friends set friends up all the time. It's not a big deal.â Curt didn't have Bucky's self control, and wasn't that just all the proof he needed of how far these two fuckin' idiots had pushed him. He hefted up an empty oil can and hurled it at Bucky, who dove out the way. "HEY!" âYou fuckinâ idiot! You know what, Bucky? I hope this guy is something. I hope he sweeps Gale of his feet! Then you'll realise what a thick skull youâve got.â John sneered bitterly but his eyes glittered all the same, âYeah, stick the knife in why donât you.â âI don't have to! You're doing a great job all by yourself. God damn it Bucky! He thinks he's going on date with you! He's with Marge now, getting ready. He's excited! Or do you know that anyway? And this is payback for what he did? He breaks your heart so you break his? Get the ledgers even? You son of a bitch." But as angry as Curt got, John didn't rise. Curt saw the thick swallow of his throat and the flex of his hand and the short jerk of his head; all signs that Bucky wanted to let loose and reign a little hell with that Egan temper. But something kept his eyes down and his shoulders hunched. âYou got it wrong Curt.â âYeah, weâll fuckinâ see. Good little Catholic ainât you? Self flagellating like a pro. Fuck sake.â
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JJ smut with prompt 19 plsss
19. Make me.
Hi lovely! Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience! This is a little short but I hope you like it <3
Content warnings: sexual content
storeroom - prompt 19
âYouâre such an asshole!â you seethe at JJ.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, petty to the max. âAnd you arenât?â
âWhy canât you take your job seriously?â you hiss. âTheyâre actually paying a decent wage and folks here are paying a lotta money for a decent meal, and youâre slacking on the job.â
âYouâre not my fucking manager, okay?â JJ snarls, stalking towards you. âYou donât getta tell me what to do and what not to do. Youâre a waitress, alright? So you better pucker up princess and pull the stick from out of your ass.â
âWatch your fucking mouth blondie,â you spit.
You square up to him as if you could lay him out in a second on the storeroom floor. Clearly sending the two of you to top up on supplies for the function tomorrow, after hours, wasnât the smartest move from your supervisor.
JJ Maybank was a dickhead. He seemed to know which buttons to push with you to have you foaming at the mouth and blowing steam out your ears. He seemed to enjoy pushing them too. Did so until you were at your breaking point with him and his stupid face.
âWhat? You want me to stop putting you in your place?â
âI want you to stop talking full-stop, so I can get maybe a moment of peace in this Goddamn restaurant,â you bite back.
JJ smirks, cold and cruel. âOh yeah? Make me, princess.â
You glower at his face. His stupid, handsome, gorgeous face.
You canât say why, or when, or even how, but you and JJ are suddenly kissing. He seems taken aback, stumbling forward, pushing your back against the precariously balanced boxes of napkins and tea lights. Pulling back, eyes wide and mouth somewhat agape in shock, you and JJ regard each other a moment. Eyes flicking over features; breathing heavy and disjointed. Thereâs a moment where you both seem to debate whether or not this is the right thing; debate saying this out loud; then simultaneously agree on one common thought. Fuck it. Youâd always thought JJ was kind of attractive. Well, more than kind of, but there was no way in hell youâd ever tell him so.
The make-out that follows is filthy and messy and confusing. JJ ends up with his back against the wall with you pressing against him. You both groan as his hard-on rocks against your crotch.
âThis is a bad idea,â JJ says. His hand creeps under your shirt, messing to undo your bra.
âDefinitely,â you pant. Your eyes are fixated on his lips and you canât help but kiss him again, sinking your teeth leisurely into his lower lip for just a second.
âFuck,â JJ groans. He yanks your shirt over your head and you shuck off your unfastened bra. Impatient, JJ palms at your breasts. The fact that both of you are on the clock, in the restaurantâs storeroom seems to be of no concern to either of you. âWe should probably stop.â
âProbably,â you mumble. You unzip the fly of his work pants (theyâre so fucking tight on him itâs almost criminal how good they make him look) and slip a hand hastily into his boxers. JJ stammers out a moan as you rub at his erection. Something shoots through you, be it attraction or hate. The two lay on a thin line.
âI donât even like you,â JJ stammers.
You look up at him with that. Hooded eyes and swollen lips, heâs rosy cheeked and overtly horny. Squeezing at the head, making him moan, you canât help but smirk.
âYou sure about that, blondie?â
JJ stares down at you. His white button-up is still fastened and itâs unfair. You want to see him â all of him. Nobody should be allowed to be this attractive and this much of an asshole. The world is full of cruelties.
You continue working him with your hand, grinning malevolently when you feel him throb under your hold, already getting close. Men are so fucking simple.
JJ sighs. Thereâs a twitch of a grin to his lips, mirroring yours, and thereâs this thrilling, terrifying thought that comes to your mind as he takes you in, like a predator observing its prey.
Heâs going to wreck me.
#jj#jj maybank#jj x reader#jj maybank x reader#jj drabble#jj maybank drabble#jj x reader drabble#jj maybank x reader drabble#drabbles#prompts#19#obx#obx drabbles#outer banks#outer banks drabbles#obx fic#outer banks fic
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