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solarrsims · 11 months ago

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greek mythology legacy challenge

hi loves. i’ve spent so much time trying to find a legacy challenge that interests me, and i stumbled upon this one on the forums. however, i decided to put my own spin on this theme, and create my own goals and rules. use the hashtag #greek mythology legacy so i can see your gameplays!!

also, feel free to bend the rules to your liking. if you don’t have a pack i mention, you can bend that rule, or you do have a pack that i don’t have that you think would fit, you can add that in however you’d like.

gens/rules down below or in this doc

edits because of @nom-de-plumbob her ideas were so much better than my og ones!

overall rules:

- you may only use free real estate cheats when you first start

- you can only move onto the next generation when you’ve completed all of the goals

- i recommend setting your life span to normal or long

- you can use any gender for any generation!

- you don’t have to actually name them the god’s name if you don’t want to. be creative!

- try to use their assigned colors in some way (clothes, hair, skin, house, etc!)

GENERATION ONE: ZEUS

god of the sky, king of the gods - white

you have had a rough childhood. your father was abusive towards you and your mother, which resulted in your mother taking you and fleeing town. the two of you settled down the snowy mountains in mt. komebri. she became very over protective of you, rarely letting you out and about in case your father ever found you.

traits: non-committal, ambitious, charismatic

aspiration: successful lineage

career: politician (politician branch)

goals:

have a weather machine

max out career

marry and have two biological kids with partner

have many affairs

have 3 other kids with different partners

live in mt. komebri

GENERATION TWO: POSIEDON

god of water, the ocean - blue

you grew up in a very competitive household. your father was a well-known and very competitive politician whom had many different affairs. you eventually grew restless of the competitive life and decided to move for a simpler life—sulani.

traits: child of the ocean, loves outdoors, erratic

aspiration: beach life

career: marine biologist

goals:

move to sulani when turn young adult

become a mermaid

discover rare underwater treasures

try to keep sulani clean

advocate for marine conservation

marry someone you meet on the island

have at least one kid with partner

GENERATION THREE: HERA

goddess of marriage, women - purple

this sim grew up living a very calm and collected life by the beach. as a child, they loved watching movies and love, which grew into a passion for acting. so, you fled the beachy town and went to del sol valley to achieve your dreams.

traits: ambitious, romantic, jealous

aspiration: world-renowned actor

career: actor

goals:

become a famous actor

marry a celebrity

get jealous and become a controlling spouse

live in del sol valley

have more than one kid

you should favor your other children over the youngest, whom will be the next heir

GENERATION FOUR: HADES

god of the underworld - black

you’ve always despised their mother as a child. your mother favored your sibling(s) your whole life, and always saw you as a disappointment and not being able to live up to your older siblings. because of this, you decided to go on your own, and live up to being a criminal.

traits: loner, materialistic, gloomy

aspiration: criminal mastermind

career: criminal

goals:

max out aspiration

reach level 10 in mischief skill

become enemies with 5 people

have only one child, and don’t be close with them

GENERATION FIVE: ARES

god of war - red

this sim grew up in a rocky household. you’ve always had a strong sense of patriotism and bravery, and you’ve always dreamt of going into the military. despite not wanting to follow in your father’s footsteps, you still have.

traits: athletic, hot-headed, ambitious

aspirations: athlete

career: military (officer branch)

goals:

achieve level 10 in the fitness skill.

start at least 5 fights with different sims

reach level 10 in the officer branch

have at least 2 children

GENERATION SIX: ATHENA

the goddess of wisdom - silver

you grew up in a very competitive household. you were definitely the outcast child, as you prefer to read books or play chess instead of working out. you move out when you become a young adult with little funds.

traits: genius, bookworm, perfectionist

aspiration: nerd brain

career: scientist

goals:

achieve level 10 in three different skills.

complete the nerd brain aspiration.

reach level 10 of scientist career

eventually travel to alien world with wormhole generator

if you have discover university: get physics degree

GENERATION SEVEN: APOLLO

the god of sun, light - orange

you grew up in a very close and loving family. growing up in an environment that fostered creativity and intellect, your mother always encouraged you with your talent: music. your mother’s guidance not only nurtured your musical talent but also instilled a thrust of knowledge and an understanding of music.

traits: art lover, outgoing, music lover

aspiration: musical genius

career: entertainer (singer or musician)

goals:

start playing instruments as a kid

listen to music often as a toddler

achieve level 10 in the singing/one instrument, and level 5 in the other instruments

complete musical genius aspiration

play on the street or at bars for money

if you have discover university: get the fine arts degree

become a famous singer or musician by writing songs and licensing them

marry someone who has the music lover or art lover trait

GENERATION EIGHT APHRODITE

the goddess of beauty, love - pink

from a young age, you found yourself entangled in the intricate dance of romance, captivated by the myriad emotions that love invoked. however, your journey was not without heartbreak. you, in pursuit of love’s beauty, experienced the shattering pain of a broken heart multiple times. yet, with each fracture, you discovered an unparalleled strength to mend.

traits: romantic, high maintenance, party animal

aspiration: serial romantic

career: fashion influencer (stylist branch) or social media influencer (internet personality)

goals:

have at least 10 romantic relationships in your life, starting as a teen

reach level 10 in charisma

as a teen, get the party animal trait

go to parties often as a teen/university student

reach level 10 in either career branch

achieve serial romantic aspiration

have children only from one night stands or blind dates

GENERATION NINE: HERMES

god of trade, travel - brown

your mother never really paid much attention to you and your siblings growing up. you lacked the guidance you needed, leaving you and your siblings to fend for themselves. your nasty habit of kleptomania started as a teen, from stealing your mom’s stuff to stealing items from public places.

traits: active, kleptomaniac, you pick

aspiration: friend of the world

career: astronaut (interstellar smuggler branch)

goals:

live in at least 5 different worlds throughout your life once you become a young adult

reach level 10 of astronaut career (interstellar smuggler branch)

attempt to swipe at least one item per day (or every other day)

befriend at least 15 sims from various ages

marry a co-worker

have only one child

GENERATION TEN: ARTEMIS

goddess of hunt - yellow

your days as a child were spent in the outdoors whilst your parents worked, and you have lived in multiple different towns. once you moved out, you decided to built a house on an empty lot with a small farm. your farm began to flourish, and you hound solace in the tranquil landscapes, surrounded by your family and your animal companions.

traits: loner, family-oriented, animal enthusiast

aspiration: friend of the animals

career: veterinarian

goals:

own your own vet clinic

as a child, befriend at least 5 animal

have at least 3 pets!

achieve level 10 in the dog training

you may never marry. either adopt or have a science baby only once.

OPTIONAL GENERATIONS: TBF

GENERATION ELEVEN: HESTIA

GENERATION TWELVE: DEMETER

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yuna542 · 3 months ago

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~The Return of the Kook-Princess~

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Physical Fight, Blood, Swearing

Taglist: Open

Word count: 2,4k

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Deception, secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Soundtrack:

⏯️Play: Left Hand Free by alt-J

“Well, your left hand's free

And your right's in grip

With another left hand

Watch his right hand slip

Towards his gun

Oh, no”

Sky PoV.

My first day was completely uneventful. Other than sorting out my things and finished cleaning my room, I had done nothing. Our new property, Lionelly Ville, was still stunning. However, Rick had done some renovations. It bordered a large pool with a terrace and a verdant garden lined with colorful flowers.

Early the next morning, Sarah Cameron was at my door.

I had texted her that I was back and she had immediately pulled me into a tight hug, as if she hadn't ghosted me for a whole year.

We walked a beat together and I couldn't help but notice that very little had changed around here. The same people, the same houses, and the same warm breeze swept the streets.

Figure Eigth was still as clean as before and full of magnificent mansions, shiny cars and pretty gardens.

In the evening, there was a celebration at the Cut. Sarah, her boyfriend Topper, and Rafe picked me up and together we headed out. At the Cut, however, the houses seemed even more broken and the holes in the streets bigger than before. It was like entering another world that resembled a garbage dump. Still, the beach here was the most beautiful. It stretched for several miles and the sand was white as ivory. The sun was already beginning to set and the sound of the sea made me breathe a sigh of relief already from afar.

The sea here was very different from everywhere else. It welcomed you and the smell of salt in the air and the sun's rays on the sand was unique. It reminded me of home and filled me with a comforting feeling.

Loud music could be heard from far away and there were already some people there.

"Did you miss the beach?" asked Rafe, looking at me from the side as we climbed over the dunes.

"Definitely. Nassau is beautiful, but the beaches don't compare to these."

As soon as we got closer, heads started turning and I was eyed curiously. Most of them seemed to be thinking how they knew me, after all I had changed a lot.

My hair was longer, my skin more tanned and my figure more feminine. I had clearly stronger curves, a slim waist and sharper facial features, only I had not grown.

Immediately the whispering began when I was recognized by the first. Everyone on this island knew my story. I was the Kook princess who had lived the perfect life until her mother completely lost it and jumped off the balcony.

"Looks like you're going to have to give up your throne again, Cameron!" someone suddenly shouted. Sarah and Topper stopped and looked over at the small group watching us.

��The same rats as before," Rafe said, pointing to the Pogues. I recognized Kiara immediately and Pope had hardly changed either.

Kiara sat in the sand and looked at me coolly. Sarah had told me that they were no longer friends, but rather something like arch-enemies.

I wasn't surprised, considering who she hung out with.

Kiara and I had never had a close relationship, although I would have liked to get along better with her. However, it would have hurt my image, especially now that she was hanging out with those Pogues.

I smirked and eyed the other two boys. With these two, it took me a moment to recognize them. They had indeed changed. The one with the cap sitting crookedly on his head, had to be John B. He had hardly been to school and in general I had seen him very few times. Sometimes he had been on the Cameron's yacht working while Sarah and I had been there tanning. He always was cute, but now he evolved. He had become handsome. With his puppy-eyes and the charming smile you wouldn’t think he was a little shit, with no manners and nothing but stupid ideas in his head.

My gaze lingered a second longer on the cheeky blond and when I recognized him, I suppressed a surprised sound. That could only be JJ Maybank.

The guy who had been giving me a hard time and headaches here on Kildare for ages. We'd loathed each other since third grade. It all started on a steaming hot day, when he'd once threw a dead fish on me while I was eating lunch with Rafe and Sarah at school. It was humiliating and I would never forget the smell, which clung on me like chewing gum for days.

He was now quite a bit taller than me and had grown broad shoulders. You could see his defined torso through the long slits on his tank top that looked like he had cut them in himself. Or ripped it accidentally.

His hair was long and all messed up. They gave him this devilish expression that was only enhanced by the intense blue of his eyes, which seemed to always sparkled treacherously.

The shining sapphires roamed up and down my body as Kie asked:

"What are you doing here?"

It sounded like an accusation.

"I'm living here again. My stepdad found new work," I explained tersely, trying to ignore JJ's piercing gaze. He had that dirty grin on his lips that I remembered from before.

Then I turned away, no longer seeing any point to the conversation.

The Pogues were poor bastards and scum who were always looking for stress. It was best if you could just ignore them.

The eternal war between Kooks and Pogues was still in full swing, as I could see from Rafe's expression.

As it slowly got darker, I drank vodka shot after vodka shot with Rafe and eventually the world started to turn a little. I danced with Sarah to the music and moved my hips to the beat.

Topper and Rafe watched us and applauded as we twerked and goofed around.

That's when I felt a look at my back and turned around. Sure enough, there stood JJ, looking right at me.

Kie seemed to have taken his beer away from him and he was swaying a bit on his feet.

"Hey, princess! Would you dance on me like that sometime?" he called over, grinning stupidly.

Rafe shot up from his seat and fixed the blond pogue aggressively.

JJ moved closer while Kiara crossed her arms behind him and rolled her eyes as if she knew what was coming. But she did not stop him.

"Or do I have to pay like all the others?" he added provocatively, tilting his head.

"You couldn't pay that price even with four jobs, asshole," I retorted, to which Sarah laughed. JJ just wanted to provoke. Nothing else. But it worked. This guy was getting on my nerves just by being there, and his stupid grin only made it worse.

Just then Pope and John B joined us. They stood beside Kiara and observed the situation. Everyone seemed drunk. Especially Rafe and JJ.

"I doubt it's worth the money," he muttered, looking down at me.

"I guess you'll never know, idiot," I shot back disgusted, the alcohol making the feelings swirl twice as hard. When no reply came back, I turned away indifferently and returned Rafe's satisfied smile.

"Oh, all I have to do is ask every other guy here, if I remember correctly.“

The comment finally achieved its effect now and I was starting to get pissed. He had just called me a slut in front of everyone. Topper sucked in a sharp breath, Sarah glared at me, and Rafe took a few steps toward JJ.

"Just shut the fuck up!" he snapped at him, but JJ seemed completely unimpressed, even though Rafe was taller than him and way more intimidating.

"Is your self-confidence really so puny that you have to defend your turf, Kook?"

He spat out the last word like an insult.

Maybank sparkled provocatively at Rafe, who was now slowly growing angrier. You had to hand it to the Pogue. He knew how to really get someone riled up.

"You should get out of here with your little Pogue friends while you still can," he growled, his nose almost touching JJ's.

"Come on, it's not worth it!" shouted Kiara, taking a step toward her friend, trying to pull him back on his shoulder.

But things were just getting exciting now. Amused, I followed the argument, while Sarah also tried to calm Topper, who wanted to go to Rafe.

"I'm not afraid of you, Cameron," JJ replied calmly, and you could clearly see that he meant it.

He stood tall and didn't back away an inch. His blue eyes bored full of stubbornness into those of Rafe, who was now becoming more and more aggressive.

The tension in the air was palpable and you could almost smell the excess testosterone. The alcohol and darkness only increased the emotionality.

"Let's see if you still say that when I'm smacking your stupid face. Don't you dare even look at her again!"

Rafe's carotid artery popped out and his face turned red. JJ, on the other hand, was still grinning broadly, only his jaw twitched tensely. Out of pure provocation, JJ now turned to me again and put on a charming smile.

"Princess, you really should put a leash on your guard dog, otherwise..."

But that was as far as he got. Inside Rafe seemed to blow a fuse, he pushed JJ hard away from him in a second and followed it up with a punch right in his face. Screams went up and the crowd around us automatically increased in size. People were whispering and the music was turned down.

JJ staggered back a few steps and I watched in surprise that he just took the punch with a shake of his head, even though it probably would have knocked someone else out immediately. He grabbed his lip, which was now split open, and looked at the blood on his fingers. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, and as he did so, the corners of his mouth moved upward.

"That was all? That tickled at best, you weak snob. Running your mouth and then there's nothing behind it. Typical Kooks!"

I didn't understand why he kept provoking Rafe, but it was funny to watch. However, only I felt that way. Sarah was calling out to Rafe and even Topper was trying to calm him down.

Why didn't they just let the two of them fight and then it would be over? It was always like that. It seemed like Sarah was even afraid of the escalation. I still didn't understand why.

Rafe immediately rushed at him again, grabbed him by the legs and smashed JJ to the ground.

Tangled into each other, they rolled through the sand and punched each other over and over again. JJ hit him hard in the face several times, but Rafe was so intoxicated he didn't seem to notice.

Gradually I understood Sarah and Topper's panic. Rafe was losing control of his own rage. He was caught in a whirlpool of anger, adrenaline and hatred that shut down all rational thought.

Sarah screamed incessantly for the two of them to stop. John B was cheering loudly for JJ, while Kiara was shouting the same thing as Sarah, at JJ, but the boys heard nothing. They kept hitting, punching, pulling each other off their feet again and shoving each other violently into the sand. Pope tried to get between them, but John B held him back.

That probably wasn't such a stupid thing to do. The Pogue would probably be torn between the two. The hatred in Rafe's eyes and the anger in JJ face were frightening, yet I couldn't look away. Even though Rafe was older, bigger, and physically superior, JJ held his own ground amazingly well. He took a hell of a beating and actually still managed to shout provocative comments.

Then Rafe suddenly landed on top of him and pressed his arms to the floor with his knees. JJ looked at him with a grin that gave me goosebumps.

Rafe was blinded by anger and kept punching his face until the shouts around him got so loud that I started to get scared after all. JJ's face was covered in blood and it was no longer a small beating. I realized that Rafe was going to kill him if no one intervened.

Despite everything, JJ remained conscious and even the grin did not disappear.

It was almost as if he was enjoying it. As if he was used to this ordeal and had wanted exactly that to happen.

Kiara shrieked almost as hysterically as Sarah did and Topper also yelled at Rafe to stop.

"You're killing him! It‘s enough!"

The onlookers were getting quieter now. Where before they had been cheering for the boys, now they began to be embarrassedly silent or excitedly whispering. Everyone was paralyzed.

Finally John B did intervene and jumped in behind Rafe. He grabbed him by the neck and yanked him away from JJ in a headlock.

Topper came to his rescue and pulled Rafe behind him before he could go after John B as well. Everyone silently agreed, that it was enough.

There was a crazy glint in his eyes that made him look completely insane. His eyebrow was busted open and blood was pouring out of his mouth.

Sarah and Topper forcibly yanked him away and tried to remove him from the beach. He ran his hand through his sweaty hair and still fixed his eyes on JJ, who was lying on the ground, breathing heavily and looking up at the sky.

I did not show it, but I was impressed. JJ was tougher than he looked. The blood on his face contrasted extremely with his blond hair and the grin became a raspy laugh.

He coughed and spat a gush of blood into the sand. Kiara knelt by him while the other Pogues put themselves between him and the others.

"Your little sister hits harder, Rafe!" he shouted, lifting himself up, but falling back into the sand.

Shaking my head, I looked at the Pogue. He had to be completely crazy. Even though he was lying in the sand with his face covered in blood, he was laughing as if he had won.

Looking at Rafe like that, and the people around us, I realized that JJ may not have won the fight physically, but on a mental level he was the clear winner and everybody knew.

"Let's get out of here!" determined Sarah, shoving Rafe hard toward the residential neighborhood. I paused for another moment, watching JJ ignore Kiara, who was trying to help him.

That's when our eyes crossed and he winked at me almost flirty while wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. I shook my head in bewilderment, but had to smile at his audacity.

Then I followed the others.

"Just run after your Prince Charming, little princess!" he called after me, whereupon I only raised my middle finger in the air without turning around.

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satoshy12 · 6 months ago

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Percy and the Magikarps

The Pokemon World and the PJ World are the same. And since the Pokemon Gods spend most of their time in the world, it's easier for Poseidon and the others to visit their children, while Arceus and the others make sure they don't destroy the world or anything like it. A much friendlier and safer place, which led to Poseidon visiting Percy and Sally many times.

Poseidon walked out of the ocean as he reached the island, each step a mixture of grace and power as the evening tide lapped against the shore behind him. The sky was painted with shades of orange and pink, the sun slowly sinking towards the horizon. He inhaled deeply, savoring the salty breeze that carried the whispers of his ocean home.

His destination was a house near the beach, quite isolated and quite big, it had been a gift to Sally. And the place where his mortal lover, Sally Jackson, and her young son, Perseus/Percy, lived.

In his hands, Poseidon held two new Magikarps, their scales glistening like molten gold and rubies in the fading light. Most of his former demigod children had regarded these creatures as little more than a nuisance, but his tiny Percy treasured them beyond measure!

He can even understand them!

Not many of his Demigods understand Water Pokemon that well, or at all! Ha! Kyogre was also surprised when he told him about it!

As he approached the front door, he could hear his son's happy babbling near the water, mingled with the rhythmic lapping of the waves. Other parents would fear for him, but Sally's Pokemon were all around him, and the Magikarps were making sure he was OK too. Oh! He had some new Gyrados! He hadn't heard that they had evolved.

With a gentle stride, so as not to surprise Percy, he moved and stepped inside, his presence filling the room with an air of ancient power and warmth.

"My little prince," he called, his voice a rich, soothing rumble. "Look what I have brought you!"

Hearing his father's voice, Percy toddled into the courtyard on unsteady legs, his chubby hands reaching out in excitement.

His cherubic face lit up with pure joy when he saw the Magikarps. "Ma-gi-karp! Paa-paa!" he squealed, his words an adorable mixture of babble and genuine joy.

"Yes! Daddy brought you Magikarps! Who is my clever boy you are! You are!"

Sally Jackson, hearing Poseidon's voice, appeared near them, her hair a cascade of dark curls framing a face that was equal parts annoyed and amused.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe as she looked at Poseidon with a raised eyebrow. "Would you stop it, Poseidon? Percy already has over a thousand of them!"

Poseidon chuckled as he heard a deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through the room. He knelt down and carefully placed the Magikarps in Percy's eager hands. "Look how happy he is," he said, his voice filled with paternal pride and a hint of mischief.

Percy, now clutching the new additions to his growing collection, began to rock back and forth, humming a tuneless song that gradually turned into a sweet melody. "Magi, Magi, Magikarp! Bite and splash!" he sang, his voice high and clear, filled with the innocent joy that only a child can possess.

Sally looked at her son as the Pokemon used a move they "shouldn't be able to do". Since when can they bite?"

Poseidon himself was surprised: "I have no idea, I will ask the others later. Did he teach them that?"

Sally shook her head, a laugh bubbling up despite her efforts to remain serious. "But he certainly inherited your love of the sea," she said, moving to stand beside Poseidon. She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

Poseidon watched his son, a tender smile playing on his lips. "No question, look how happy he is," he murmured, his eyes soft with affection.

Percy continued his song, his tiny voice carrying through the house. The Magikarps floated gently to the movement of his hands, their eyes reflecting the same innocent wonder that shone in Percy's and love for him.

By evening, Percy had fallen asleep from playing with the Pokemon, and his mother carried him to bed. The Magikarps returned underwater to the Gyrados as Poseidon and Sally exchanged glances. Poseidon knew that Sally was a powerful Water-type trainer, and he respected her skills. So he wasn't afraid for her, even though the Pokemon wouldn't hurt her or Percy.

Poseidon returned to the ocean when Sally led him away. He has work to do too, and he can't bring her Magkarps again! when he visits her.

She should have seen it coming when he returned with 2 Krabby's...

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #percy series #poseidon #sally #magikarp #gyrados #pokemon #kyogre #Toddler Percy #kid percy

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rafesbabygirlx · 1 month ago

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In Loving Memory of JJ

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Summary: Months after losing JJ, you're finally ready to step into the house you grew up in with him and go through some items to hold as keepsakes for Vivienne. A drabble from my series A Lot of Time has Passed.

A/N: what's the point of my series if I don't make a post honoring JJ. I'm gonna miss him so much next season. :(

Warnings: nothing but sadness

The afternoon sun streamed through the worn curtains of JJ bedroom, casting soft, golden rays across the room. Dust particles floated lazily in the beams, their slow dance almost reverent in the quiet space. The room felt frozen in time—the bed unmade, fishing rods propped up in the corner, and his favorite cap hanging on the bedpost, the fabric frayed at the brim from countless adventures under the relentless Carolina sun. You haven’t been back in your house since you’ve gotten back from hunting Groff. It’s been months and you’ve finally brought yourself to make it past the driveway. You’d make Rafe turn back home every time before.

You sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, old floorboards creaking beneath your weight, with Vivienne perched on your lap. She toyed with the hem of her dress, eyes wide and curious as she took in the room, so full of memories and stories she was too young to remember. You glanced down at her, into her bright blue eyes, of course she got them from Rafe, but the softness in them always reminded you so much of JJ’s and that it made your heart ache. You knew you needed to tell her who he was—the uncle she would never grow up and make memories with but should always remember him for exactly who he was. Even if she didn’t quite understand now. You’d have no problem telling her over and over again as she grew.

“This,” you said, voice wavering as you picked up a cracked Polaroid photo from the pile of belongings scattered on the floor, “is my favorite photo of your Uncle J. The bravest, wildest, most loyal person I’ve ever known.” The picture showed JJ at the Boneyard, grinning from ear to ear with his arms thrown around John B and Pope. They looked carefree, a trio bound by loyalty and a brotherhood forged by the rough edges of life on the Cut.

“He liked treasure,” you whispered, more to yourself than to her, the memory carrying you back to the nights JJ would burst through the door with sand still clinging to his skin, eyes bright with excitement as he spun wild tales of their latest adventure. “He and his friends—they were always searching for something. Gold, yes, but it was more than that. They wanted freedom, something better than what the island wanted to give them.”

Your daughter’s tiny fingers reached for the Polaroid, and you let her hold it, watching as she inspected the faded image with a solemnity that seemed far beyond her years.

“He was strong,” you said, eyes drifting to the board in the corner with notes pinned haphazardly—maps scrawled with routes, plans for the next great scheme. “He fought hard for the people he loved. He would’ve protected you, sweetheart. He would’ve made you laugh until your sides hurt and taken you out on the boat, showing you the stars and telling you stories about them.”

Your gaze shifted to the corner of the room where an old motorcycle helmet sat, its surface scratched and worn. “And he loved motorbikes,” you added, a soft smile breaking through the grief. “He’d ride that old bike down to the beach with the wind in his hair, reckless and free. It was his escape, his way of feeling alive when the weight of everything got too heavy.” You could almost hear the roar of the engine, the laughter that followed as he raced down backroads with John B chasing behind, whooping with joy.

“He said there was nothing like it,” you continued, eyes misty as you remembered his words. ‘When you’re on the bike, it’s just you and the road, like the world falls away.’”

A knot formed in your throat as you lifted a small shark tooth necklace from the pile, one JJ had worn more days than not. You placed it gently around your daughter’s neck, the string almost comically large on her tiny frame. She looked up at you, wide-eyed and confused, and you smiled, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“He used to say,” you continued, voice breaking, ‘It’s us against the world, always.’” You brushed her curls away from her face and kissed her forehead. “And even though he’s not here, I hope you carry that with you. Be brave, be kind, and always look out for your friends—just like he did.”

The room fell into a peaceful silence, the echoes of JJ’s laughter seeming to hang in the air. Your daughter leaned back against you, clutching the Polaroid tightly. In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of your brother’s life—the sand, the sea, and the stories—you knew that JJ’s spirit would always be with you both, carried in the stories you told and the memories you kept alive.

You didn’t notice Rafe standing in the doorway, watching you as you wiped away your tears. When you stood up, holding Vivienne in your arms and packing a box of things you wanted to keep, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was strong and steady, and as you buried your face in his chest, the weight of your grief spilled over. He held you tightly, silently, as you cried into his chest for what felt like forever, until the room felt a little less empty.

When the moment passed and your tears had run dry, he followed you outside, where the Pogues were waiting. They stood together, their expressions heavy with shared sorrow. You couldn’t find the words, but they understood, their eyes speaking the silent language of loss.

Rafe took a breath and stepped forward. “I know you don’t like me,” he began, his voice steady but raw. “I know you don’t like having me around. But JJ’s gone, and I need you to know that Y/N and Vivienne mean everything to me. I want you here, as much as you’ll allow it. To keep his memory alive for her. To be the aunts and uncles she needs—not by blood, but by choice.”

The group listened, their guarded expressions softening. “Thank you,” Rafe said, glancing at each of them. “Thank you for being the people you are, for being there for her. She’s lucky to grow up with you all around.”

A quiet nod from John B, a watery smile from Kie, and the unspoken promise of family settled between you all. You mouth them a grateful, “thank you” for not only being there for you but for listening to Rafe. In that moment, the weight of grief shifted, just a little, shared by those who loved JJ the most.

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fangirl-writes · 1 year ago

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John B. Routledge x Fem!Reader; Topper Thornton x Ex!Reader

Also featured: Kiesarah and Cleopope

Warning(s): Swearing, underage drinking, jealous Topper

Request: Hey, can I please have a request John B x Reader, where your on the docks with the pogues, just sitting by the water. You and John B are flirting, while Kiara, Pope and JJ are teasing you guys. Then Your ex Topper comes along being an asshole because he’s jealous.. on his boat. He asked you why your with John B and not with him.. because he hasn’t accepted the fact that you don’t like him anymore. Then John B blurts out your something more than just dating.. you said your husband and wife. Toppers reaction is too good not to laugh at! Thank you so much, love your writing because it’s amazing 🥰

Notes: This is waaaaay overdue. I'm so sorry. I had the hardest time writing it for some reason.

Anyway, I went back and forth between wanting this to take place before the seasons began or after and ended up going with after because it made more sense in my head.

It had been exactly one year since the pogues returned to the Outer Banks after getting the gold.

Alongside being hired by various high-status people to be essentially treasure hunters, they were getting used to living the good life.

John B. had a house built on the ruins of the old chateau, which JJ, Sarah, and you immediately moved into. Pope took his share into a college fund and Kiara donated to conservation efforts, with plenty leftover because come on it was actual gold.

Historic actual gold.

Of course, Rafe Cameron was still a pain in the ass and Topper was more of dick every time they saw him.

But none of that mattered today.

Because today they were boating and drinking some cold ones in celebration of a year on.

A year since John B. and Sarah said goodbye to their fathers.

For the second time. For the last time.

John B. was laying on the dock, feet dangling above the water, waiting for Pope and JJ to get back from filling up the HMS with gas. Kiara and Sarah were cuddled up behind him, Kie whispering sweet nothings into Sarah’s ear.

It was a bittersweet day. Such that if the weather were to match his emotions, it would be raining.

But the sky was blue, the water was clear, it was a perfect day.

The sound of footsteps coming down the dock drew John B. from his thoughts and he sat up to see you coming towards him.

You were holding a cooler, swinging it alongside you as you walked, flip-flops smacking all the while.

The sight brought him back to the beach, where you were walking towards him all dressed in white, barefoot on the sand.

A bright smile came across your lips when you met his eyes and he couldn’t help but smile back.

And suddenly his gray skies became sunny.

It had been a long road for the two of you, but your relationship was finally on a steady path.

After all the drama with his dad, the gold, his brief fling with Sarah, and all that time stuck on a deserted island, sometimes he couldn't believe he still had you.

“Hey, beautiful,” John B. greeted, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple.

“Hey,” you replied, a small blush dusting your cheeks. “Hey guys.”

“Hey,” the girls replied, Sarah still lying in Kiara’s lap.

"Here, let me get that for you," John B. said, taking the cooler from your grip.

"Thanks, handsome."

"No problem, babe."

"Uh-oh, are JB and Y/N smothering us with their flirting again?" JJ said as Pope drove the HMS up to the dock.

"No, thankfully, you interrupted before they could get started," Kiara said, standing up with Sarah.

"Come on, you act like you weren't just showering Sarah with compliments," John B. retorted.

"At least I have the decency to keep it between us."

"You're all just jealous of how perfect our relationship is."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself," Kiara said, allowing JJ to help her step into the boat before doing the same with Sarah.

"You two really are insufferable sometimes," Pope piped up.

"Oh, you really wanna start this, Pope? Cause I can bring up exactly what I saw you and Cleo doing yesterday," John B. replied.

Pope blushed and JJ wolf-whistled.

"Okay, let's not bring Pope's exploits into this," You said, patting him on the shoulder. "We've got a celebration to be having."

"Now there's some sense," JJ said, grabbing for the cooler in John B.'s hand. "Let's get this party started."

But, as usual, something had to spoil the fun before it even began.

The noise of Topper's boat engine caught everyone's attention as he stalked over, the usual pissed-off look resting on his face as he glowered at you all.

You could feel John B. tense next to you and you grabbed his hand.

No, you wouldn’t let this lead to a fight. Not again, not today.

“Hi, Topper,” You said, painting on a smile.

“I see you big fish pogues still like to hang out around the bottom of the pond,” he said. “Good to see nothing’s changed.”

“Topper, go home,” Sarah spoke up, completely over his holier-than-thou attitude.

“Sorry, Sarah, but I’m actually not here for you. I want to talk to Y/N.”

You frowned.

“You ready to tell me why you’re with Routledge here and not me? Because if it’s the money you’re after, I’ll say I have plenty of it.”

You rolled your eyes. “You ready to accept that I’m over you and that your money is actually your parents’?”

You and Topper dated for a while after John B. and Sarah went missing. At the time, you both needed a shoulder to cry on and, unfortunately, found each other.

JJ, Pope, and Kiara still haven’t forgiven you for abandoning them for Topper during that time. But it didn’t stop them from telling you when your friends turned up alive, and you'd all moved passed it by now.

Except, it seemed, for Topper. “You didn’t answer me.”

“I shouldn’t have to," You snapped. "Topper, you and I have been over for so long. Please let this go.”

“No, Y/N, I won’t let this go because you-”

“Topper, man, seriously, we’re just trying to have a nice day. Can we not do this?” John B. asked, trying with every bone in his body to stay calm.

"I wasn't talking to you, Routledge, butt out."

"Anything that involves Y/N involves me too."

"Oh yeah? You're that kind of boyfriend? Surprised she lets you control her that much."

"Fuck off, Topper, he doesn't control me!" You shouted.

"You know, just because you're his girlfriend doesn't mean you have to follow his orders."

You were fuming. Your mouth opened to say something else, but John B. beat you to it.

“She’s not actually my girlfriend,” he said, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

Topper seemed caught off guard by this response. “Wh-what? She’s not?”

You smiled, reaching into your bag.

“No, didn’t you hear?”

The group around you began to snicker and grin.

Topper’s face flushed, embarrassed and no doubt feeling like he was missing something.

“Yeah, I’m not his girlfriend,” you said before holding up your left hand where a glittering ring now sat on your finger. “I’m his wife.”

You wished you'd have been thinking enough to get a picture of his reaction.

He looked like a fish the way his mouth opened and closed with nothing coming out of it.

John B. put an arm around your shoulders, his own wedding ring now on and sparkling in the sun. "Husband and wife, that's us. Had a nice little wedding on the beach and everything."

If looks could kill, your husband would be dead where he stood.

"Whatever. I'm done with all of you pogues. Have a nice life."

Topper put his boat in gear and started driving away while the rest of you waved sarcastically.

"Au Revoir!"

"Hasta Lavista!"

"Bon Voy-agee!"

"Hey!" Cleo came running down the dock. "Sorry 'm late! Got caught up at da market...did I miss somethin'?"

The group of you laughed.

"Nah," you said. "Nothing important."

"If you say so," Cleo replied with a shrug, taking Pope's hand as she jumped into the boat.

You nuzzled further into John B., playing with his wedding band. "That felt good."

"Good? That was fantastic? Did you see his face?" JJ said. "I want it framed."

The others animatedly dove into the story of what just happened to catch Cleo up while John B. settled for pressing light kisses to your neck.

"Feeling a little possessive there, Mr. Routledge?" You asked with a grin.

He hummed. "What do I need to be possessive for, Mrs. Routledge? I don't think I need to worry about him anymore."

#outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge imagine #topper thornton x ex!reader

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cotton-fae24 · 3 months ago

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Chapter 1, part 1/5

(This story won’t be using any dialogue, and won’t rely on panels. However I have number the pictures in chronological order and wrote down the story if you’re confused, hope you enjoy!!)

Luz always enjoyed spending time on the beach, looking for treasures and interesting objects. Though this sometime annoyed Hunter, her adopted older brother. His sister was always so odd. When the siblings return to their home, they overhear an argument between their mother and their landlord. Camila begs their landlord to give them more time, but the landlord refuses, and declares to Camila if they don’t pay off their debt by the end of the week, they’d lose their home. Luz leaves the home, worried and trying to figure out what to do, when she is runs into a man known as Captain Belos. He offers the girl a way to pay off her debt. In a small cluster of islands known as the “Boiling Bay” lives a very special treasure. He promises her that if she helps him retrieve the treasure, he’d share the profit with her family. Luz excitedly tells her mother about the deal, Camila believes that mission is way too dangerous, and forbids her to go with Belos. That night, Hunter finds his sister in a deflated states. Hunter sighs and concedes. He tells Luz he’ll help her leave the house and that Luz can join Captain Belos’s treasure hunt. Luz thanks her brother and just before the sun rises, she

meets Belos in the deck, ready for action! Little does the poor girl known Belos has darker plans for her, and how much she’d regret going on the trip.

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#the owl house #owl house au #luz noceda #hunter toh #camila noceda #emperor belos

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Audrey's Version:

Snow on the Beach (JJ Maybank x OC)

Part One | Complete | Over 250,000 Words | 18+

Summary:

Eighteen year old Audrey Routledge had everything going for her...until she didn't. With her dad lost at sea, suddenly the weight of the world is on Audrey's shoulders as she battles keeping her brother out of the system and the police out of her house--all while trying to hold down a full time job. As the bills pile up and hard decisions need to be made, Audrey's not sure life could get any harder. Enter Hurricane Agatha. With the hurricane comes clean ups, sleepless nights, stolen kisses, and a deadly treasure hunt they might not come back from.

State of Grace:

Part Two | Complete | Over 228,000 Words | 18+

Summary:

Just when she thought life couldn't get any harder, it does. It's been a month since her younger brother was declared lost at sea, and Audrey Routledge is not ok. Haunted by nightmares and dark thoughts, Audrey is stumbling through each day as she attempts to pick up the pieces of her broken life. Until she receives a phone call one random afternoon. With it come tears of hope, worried frustrations, passionate kisses, and the continuation of a treasure hunt they might not make it back from.

Into the Mist

Part Three | Work in Progress | 18+

Summary:

The last few months have been the hardest for eighteen year old Audrey Routledge, so when life presents her with a mountain of lemons after jumping from a container ship, Audrey is eager to make lemonade with her friends and family. However, their short lived paradise quickly becomes a nightmare as they encounter new characters, old faces, more mystery, and darker secrets that will shake the foundation of the life she’s created, bringing them closer and closer to their treasure hunt’s epic conclusion.

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JJ and Audrey want to start a family

Logan's Version:

Wild Winds (Rafe Cameron x OC)

Part One | Work in Progress | 18+

Summary:

Wise men once said: "Wild winds are death to the candle.” A rose by any other name is a scandal.

Life on Kildare Island is harsh when you’re born into an abusive family on the Cut, and Logan Maybank has always seemed to get the short end of the stick in both life and love. She works tirelessly to keep her brother and herself alive, trying to fly under the radar of both the Kooks and the police in order to keep her job and remain afloat.

Until Rafe Cameron and his stupid blue eyes ruined all that; sending them both spiraling down the rabbit hole of love, loss, secrecy, and greed, with only each other to hold on to.

And she thought Hurricane Agatha was going to be the worst thing to happen this summer.

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Misc:

JJ Maybank x Original Character Sneak Peek (Not Audrey's Version)

Masters of the Air:

True North:

Work in Progress | 18+

Summary:

Struggling to defy expectations during the height of WWII, Captain Stella Frank is determined to prove her worth as an Air Transport Auxiliary Pilot in the male-dominated world of aviation. As she navigates the skies with skill and determination, she encounters a diverse array of characters, each with their own struggles and triumphs. Among them is John "Bucky" Egan, whose charm, bravery, and dedication to his fellow pilots catch Frank's attention amidst the chaos of war. Can they navigate not only the treacherous skies but also the complexities of love and loyalty in a time of uncertainty and sacrifice? Or are they doomed to go down in flames like the world around them?

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Bucky’s letter to his mother

Frances' letter to her mother

#jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank #outer banks fanfiction #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x routledge!reader #jj maybank smut #masters of the air fanfiction #john egan fanfiction #john bucky egan fanfiction #rafe cameron fan fiction #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron smut #bucky Egan fanfiction

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a-killer-obsession · 7 months ago

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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 23 - We're So Back

Time to get back in action, starting with Treasure Island. Song mentioned: ‘Middle of the Night’ by Elley Duhé

WC: ~5k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055

The seas were fairly rocky between the resupply town and ‘treasure island’, so not much time was spent above deck during the three day journey. Killer and Heat took turns giving you reading lessons to pass the time, between sharpening weapons and Killer showing you how to cook a few simple things. As the island approached it became clear that the reason nobody came here was probably the weather. It was the sort of island that was hard to approach due to the rough waves and sharp rocks surrounding the coastline, with near constant lightning strikes illuminating the otherwise darkly clouded island. Kid had to work hard to direct the ship with his devil fruit, along with Double at the helm, to keep it from smashing against the rocks. They made their way to a small dock in a cove that Double had found marked on the map you’d stolen from the marines, that was somewhat protected from the elements. It wasn't perfect, but the water was at least a little calmer here, allowing for the gangplank to be safely dropped. As predicted, there was nobody standing guard here, no doubt due to a combination of the weather, the difficult waters on approach, and the fact that it wasn’t on most maps. Not that the Kid Pirates were any less focused though, there could always be traps or dangerous creatures on the island instead.

The stash house marked on the map was a short hike inland, so you and Killer led point for the group, with Killer scanning for trouble with his haki and you using the x ray setting on you mask to check for traps, your hand on Killer’s back to help guide you while your vision was skewed. There were a few tripwire traps the marines had no doubt set, but they were easily spotted by the two of you and disarmed before they could do any damage. Working in this way slowly inland you eventually made it to a concrete bunker, right where the map said it would be. Another trap had been set to go off when the door handle was touched, but you were able to notify the others before anyone could be electrocuted by it. Kid used his fruit to destroy the mechanism, as well as tearing the metal door off its hinges for good measure, revealing the well organised crates and shelves of guns, swords, and ammunition inside, covered in a thin sheen of dust that indicated they had probably gone untouched for about a year. After one last check for traps, the crew set about transporting the heavy boxes back to the beach. Deeper stored crates also revealed large stores of long-life emergency rations. The island was definitely being used as an emergency resupply base for marines, and someone was going to get the shock of the century when they turned up and found the place empty. It would no doubt result in more than one marine starving to death, being that this place was likely only visited in case of emergency resupply.

Things were going well, the haul slowly making its way back to the shore, the crew in high spirits at the easy raid. You felt uneasy though, and judging by the way Killer seemed agitated you guessed he was feeling it too. Something was off, but you couldn’t put a finger on it. Sure, without haki or your devil fruit the crew would have been mostly taken out by traps, so it’s not like the island was just free pickings, but something else felt weird too.

“Something feel off to you, Kil?” you mused, switching through a few different visor settings to scan the surroundings but finding nothing of note.

“Mmm, I can’t place it though,” he replied.

“Maybe it's all the electricity in the air from the lightning?” you suggested.

“Yeah, maybe,” he hummed, “it just feels too easy, don’t you think?”

“It's not like it was all daisies getting the map and pose, or getting past all the traps,” Wire joined the conversation as he passed by in long strides, leaving you and Killer at the rear of the congregation.

“I guess that’s true,” you agreed, continuing to follow Killer but still a little on edge.

A flash of lightning directed your attention to the sky, and you could have sworn you saw something dark in the clouds in the fraction of a second they’d been illuminated. Then again, it was only a moment, maybe you were just being paranoid. Convincing yourself you were anxious because of the lighting, you continued down the path with the others.

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled with a close bolt of lightning, momentarily blinding you with the sudden brightness, and when your vision readjusted Killer was right in front of you, his punishers raised and his body shielding you, a long claw digging through the bicep of the raised arm, all the way to the back of it where you could see the bloodied point. With a flick of his wrist he cut the offending foot from the creature that had attacked him, sawing it off in a smooth movement with his spinning blades. The creature let out a shrill scream, flailing its shortened leg and spraying blood everywhere, most of the henchmen covering their ears while you went on the attack.

It was large, some sort of winged lizard, you would describe it as a dragon if you weren't totally sure that those were fictional. Then again, this was the Grandline, all sorts of weird shit happened here. Its emerald green scales shimmered like it was covered in jewels as more lightning struck nearby, illuminating its large figure. It was on par with a small seaking, the claw that had gone through Killer being about the same width as your wrist at its base.

You weren't back in full fighting shape yet, so your strength was limited, and you worried you'd be struck by lightning if you moon stepped to gain enough height for meteor wave, so you focused instead on what you could do from the ground. Killer charged at it again despite his injury, slicing a wide gash across the creature's chest as it flapped its wings and reared up, intending to stomp on him with its remaining front foot. The two of you were agile, and began to work in synchronised tandem, Killer making openings in the scales and you following close behind to use the openings as weak points where you could send through sharp waves of vibrations. It had a similar effect to what a cannonball might, but the large creature showed no sign of going down. Kid joined the fight, the rest of the crew being preoccupied with transporting the haul or too far already to have heard anything. He smashed it on the head with a large metallic fist, but the creature grabbed hold of it and did something unexpected. You thought for a moment that it was going to breathe fire, with the way its mouth and throat began to glow hot white, until a ripple of electricity spread through Kid's metal arm. You felt the electrons charging, and used your fruit to vibrate Kid's arm hard enough that he lost concentration and let the prosthetic fall before the electricity could reach his flesh.

“Fuck, god catch Yin,” he shouted over the rain, which was getting heavy and loud.

“Get out of here, your metal is no good here!” You shouted back.

“We'll get the ship ready to go!” He called back, regathering his prosthetic as he turned and ran before the creature could charge its electricity again.

Killer gave you a nod, and you got back to work, wearing away at the creature bit by bit. Killer was starting to falter, the claw still in his arm and hindering his movements, and you noticed now how much blood there was.

You unsheathed your sword, vibrating and heating it till it glowed red, turning yourself and the blade invisible and charging at the creature. It could still sense you, and sent a stream of electricity after you like a thick laser, but you dodged and weaved, jumping on to its back and running up the long neck before flipping yourself to dive down, using the momentum to drive your blade through the skull of the beast. With the added heat it cut like butter, the tip appearing under the jaw and dripping blood before pulling your blade out and riding the motion as the creature fell dead, gracefully jumping from its head as it hit the ground.

Killer was leaning against a tree, his hand hovering nervously over the claw still in his arm. He'd cut away the rest of the foot, but the claw was still going right through him.

“Nope!” You smacked his hand away, “you gotta leave it in till Mohawk can remove it”

Killer groaned and you rolled your eyes at him. “Big baby,” you pulled up his sash to expose his belt and started to unbuckle it.

“Woah, don't you think it's a bit soon for that?” He tried to stop your hands but you swatted them away.

“Behave,” you tutted, “I just need your belt”

You pulled the belt loose from his pants and wound it around his arm, above the claw, fastening it as tight as you could as a makeshift tourniquet. It made him wince and you tutted at him again.

“There, now let's get you to doc,” you yanked at his shirt to pull him away from the tree and pushed him to walk in front of you, “move it or lose it, big baby”

“You're mean after a battle,” he noted, “I like it”

“Next you're gonna tell me you have a kink for being bossed around,” you flirted.

“Maybe I do,” he purred back. You gave him a harder shove in the direction of the path as a blush swept across your cheeks. You followed him quietly down the path till you met back up with the others, half of them didn't even know anything had happened.

Mohawk rushed over, seeing Killer's arm, grabbing it maybe a little too rough and making Killer audibly wince. “What the fuck were you two doing?” Mohawk yelled, “playing hide the claw?”

“Yeah definitely, there's one in my pussy too,” everyone looked at you in shocked silence, “too far?”

Kid barked out a laugh while Mohawk dragged Killer away to the infirmary. Another strike of lightning nearby reminded you how unsafe this island was so you quickly followed them up the gangplank to go take a hot shower and change into dry clothes.

The ship was still rocking heavily by the time you finished your shower, but it'd at least made it back out to open sea past the dangerous rocks and heavy storm. You could see blue sky breaking through the clouds in the distance as you appeared back out on deck, the rest of the crew hard at work organising and storing the loot. You made your way to the infirmary to see if Mohawk needed any help, giving a short knock on the door before entering in case Killer had his mask off.

“Just me!” You announced as you slid inside, “You need your nurse, Mohawk?

“Can you wear a little nurse uniform?” Killer purred. Mohawk gave him a little smack on his sore side, making him groan.

“Ignore him, he's high as shit on pain meds right now,” the doctor rolled his eyes, “can you grab me some more sutures?”

“On it!” You smiled, glad to be of use. Killer's mask followed you as you moved, you felt a little like a prey being stalked by a predator, the thought made a shiver run down your spine. You brought the sutures to the bedside and Killer grabbed your ass with his good hand, making you squeal in surprise.

“Fucking hell,” you smacked him hard on the chest, “keep em to yourself big guy or I'll paralyze them” you growled. You weren't against Killer being handsy, per say, you just didn't think he would want this if he wasn't high, so it felt more responsible to scold him than to do anything to accidentally encourage it.

“You can do that?” Mohawk asked, a curious, plotting, glimmer in his eyes.

“Yeah I just gotta block the signals in the nerves,” you replied nonchalantly, “it's all just electric pulses”

“Coooool,” Mohawk definitely put that in his back pocket for later.

“How's he looking doc?” You asked, swatting Killer's arm away again. He made a silly little giggle under his mask, he was definitely high.

“Clean in and out,” he replied, tying off a stitch, “didn't hit anything important, he got lucky this time”

“I'm tryna get lucky again,” he tried to roll to grab you, this time Mohawk smacked him.

“That's it, no more moving mr. cloud nine ,” you clicked your fingers for effect and Killer went limp against the bed. Mohawk snorted, picking up the first mate's good arm and letting it flop uselessly to the bed.

“Awwwwww,” Killer pouted like a child scorned. You'd only paralyzed his limbs, his chest and head were still perfectly functional.

Another heavy roll of the ship had to sprawling over Killer, and he snickered as you clambered off him to stand upright again. “Do you need me in here anymore Mohawk?” you asked with a sigh as Killer made another feeble attempt at getting at you, “I have a feeling this one isn't going to behave himself while I'm still in here”

“Nah you're good,” he laughed, “get out of here before I have to sedate him”

You waited till you were at the door to unblock Killer's nerves, laughing to yourself as he audibly whined at you leaving.

After a successful mission, and proving that you were back in action, Kid was intent on having a party to celebrate. The waves were still rough and it was cold outside, still within weather range of the storm island, so unfortunately it had to be indoors. The rain had at least passed but nobody wanted to be out in the howling winds. The crew set up in the galley, most of the tables being covered with plates of shareable food and bottles of liquor, with tapped kegs of beer lined up along the wall. The food on the commander's table was especially stacked high, and you happily skipped over to start picking at it before Kid could come in and demolish the best bits.

It'd been a good few hours since leaving the island, dusk coming in heavy as people sauntered in for dinner a little later than normal to account for how long it took to make this much food. Killer entered not long after you, letting his hand breeze over your waist as he stepped around you to get to his normal chair. His injured arm was held in a sling, and he still seemed a little wobbly on his feet.

“Sorry about earlier,” he scratched the back of his neck with his good hand as he sat, “I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable”

“You're good,” you giggled, “got it all out of your system? I'm not gonna have to paralyse you again am I?”

“I hope not,” he scoffed, “I may have been off my rocker but that was weird as hell”

“Well I promise I won't do it again, unless you ask me to,” you winked, and a faint blush appeared on Killer's neck. “How's your arm?”

“Hurts a little now that the good stuff is out of my system, but its no where near as bad as when I fucked my arm,” he mused.

“How did you fuck your arm?” You asked, it was a curiosity you'd long had. You had to guess by the large amount of deep scarring that it'd been some sort of bad burn, but you couldn't tell if it was from fire or acid, or maybe some sort of devil fruit user.

“Ah, got caught in Heat's crossfire when we fought Shanks,” he scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed, “not my finest moment but we were all a bit frazzled by Kid's injury”

“I never did ask anyone about Kid's arm either, did Shanks do that?” You asked as you settled in your seat now that you'd gathered a collection of food from the spread onto one convenient plate.

“Nah, his first mate did it,” he replied, working on his own plate. You noticed him reaching for something but with only one good hand it was tricky, so you stood and leaned across the table to start piling his plate with food. “Thanks,” he hummed, pointing at a few things he particularly wanted, which you happily grabbed for him.

“No problem, it's the least I can do after you got hurt protecting me,” you smiled, “I thought his first mate was a gunman? How did he cut his arm off?”

“He didn't,” Killer began picking at his plate as you poured him a drink and slid a straw in before sitting back down. Killer hummed in appreciation at the wordless gesture. “He shot clean through the bone with a haki-infused bullet. Mohawk couldn't do anything out in the field to save it, by the time we got back to the ship the blood supply had been cut off for too long and he had to amputate”

“Fuck, that's rough,” you frowned, pouring yourself a drink. You'd come to find whiskey was your liquor of choice in your time with the Kid Pirates. “Not that a burn that big could have been any fun either”

“It wasn't, but Mohawk is a good doctor,” Killer hummed, “we were out of our depth taking on a yonko that early. I think we'll be ready next time.”

“Yeah? Any plans on doing that soon?” You asked curiously.

“Before the end of the year,” Kid answered for him as he took his seat, followed by Heat, Double and Mohawk. Wire had apparently drawn the short straw for the watch. “But we're not going at it alone this time, and we have a powerful new weapon on our side,” Kid grinned at you.

“You don't seem like the type for alliances,” you noted, “who are you planning to ask?”

“Hawkins and Scratchmen,” he replied with a full mouth, “we're still figuring it out but we're gonna send word soon. One of the islands you two nabbed an eternal pose and map for is a decently secluded, small, spring island with what looks like on the map to be a castle. Island that size can't be too hard to capture, so the plan is to take it for a base when we get closer and then call the other two crews to meet there. A castle that size should be able to accommodate us all okay”

“That seems like a good plan,” you smiled, “I've never seen a castle in person, I hope it's haunted”

“Wait, you want it to be haunted?” Heat almost choked on his food.

“Yeah, have you ever heard of ghost hunters using EMF to detect ghosts?” You asked with an enthusiasm to your voice, “electromagnetic energy is something I can feel and manipulate, so I've always wondered if I could use my powers to sense or control ghosts”

“That's hardcore,” Kid blinked at you, “imagine controlling army of ghosts, that'll fuckin’ spook Shanks”

“Assuming ghosts are real,” you added, “I hope they are though, it would be cool”

“I guess we'll have to wait and see then,” Killer noted. He secretly had his hopes up though, watching you control a army of ghosts would be fucking cool.

Hours had passed, and everyone was well and truly into the partying spirit. The tables had all been pushed to the walls to make space for crew mates playing instruments and dancing. You danced along with them, definitely drunk, a glass of whiskey in your hand. The amber contents sloshed and spilled occasionally as you danced and laughed, spinning in time with the band, the dizzy feeling in your head making you giggle more. Your signature jacket had been ditched long ago as the heat of the alcohol in your veins made you flush, showing off the pale yellow satin slip style dress you wore daringly without a bra, paired with a pair of strappy white shoes with thick heels. Many of the henchmen, as well as the commanders, eyed you hungrily, the spinning making your tight skirt flare slightly and showing off the occasional flash of royal blue panties. Killer had almost choked on his drink the first time he spotted them, he had no doubt the colour was purposeful to tease him, everyone knew it was his favourite.

You pouted as the band took a break, drunkenly stumbling your way back to the raised platform where the commander's table sat to complain.

“Can't you make them play more?” You pleaded to Kid.

“They've been playing for hours, let them rest you floozie,” Kid laughed.

“Who you callin’ floozie?” You slurred, “at least my tits ain't out” you pointed at Kid's open vest. He tutted in response.

“Didn't you tell me once you could control sound?” Killer mused. He was mostly sober given Mohawk had given him strict instructions to not drink much with the pain meds.

“Did I?” You put a finger to your lips in thought, “I haven't done that in ages though”

“Go on then, play your own damn music!” Kid roared.

You gave him an annoyed frown, that quickly turned to a mischievous smile as your lust-addled brain hatched a plan. You smirked at Kid and skipped away, taking a guitar that had been left resting against a wall by one of the musicians and skipping back with it.

“Can you even play that thing?” Kid smirked.

“Not properly, and I mean I don't actually need it,” you replied, shoving the guitar into his hands, “but string instruments use vibrations to make their sounds, so it's fun to manipulate them. It's less ‘playing’ in the traditional sense, and more like using a tool. Hold this for me would ya?”

You handed Killer your drink with a cheeky grin and sauntered over to the approximate middle of the semicircle that the commanders were sitting in, raising a hand towards the guitar. To everyone's surprise it began to strum out a melody, like it was being played by a phantom musician.

“I summoned you, please come to me,

Don't bury thoughts that you really want.

I fill you up, drink from my cup,

Within me lies what you really want.”

Brows raised around the room as you began to sing, none of them having ever heard your honeyed singing voice before. In truth, you weren't as good a singer as you appeared, but your devil fruit allowed you to manipulate your voice as it left you, making it sound exactly as you wanted it to. You added a rhythmic clap to the melody as you continued to sing.

“Come, lay me down

'Cause you know this

'Cause you know this sound”

Suddenly all around you was a burst of music and colours, vibrant ribbons of light spinning and radiating from you in time with the music in hues of purples, pinks and golds. You danced along with it, slow and sultry in time with the building rhythm, the reflections of light on your skin and satin dress giving you an almost ethereal glowing appearance.

“In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night,

Just call my name, I'm yours to tame.

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night,

I'm wide awake, I crave your taste.

All night long 'til morning comes,

I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh no, ooh~

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh~”

The lights and sounds faded as you returned to just the strumming of the guitar, the beat previously carried by your claps now forming out of the air as you danced, a faint circle of purple swirling around you on the floor like heavy smoke, small flickers of heatless golden flames licking at your shoes. All eyes were on you, captivated by the mystic display.

“These burning flames, these crashing waves,

Wash over me like a hurricane.

I'll captivate, you're hypnotized,

Feel powerful, but it's me again.

Come, lay me down,

'Cause I know this,

'Cause I know this sound”

The wondrous lights and music reignited as the chorus came round again, the flames flourishing to engulf your calves and spread from your feet, sparkling embers floating up from the tips and surrounding you like glitter. Your hips swayed in time as you sauntered around your makeshift stage, your fingertips brushing against Killer's chin in a seductive manner as you passed by, his breath hitching as you did so.

As the chorus ended it was replaced again by the guitar, accompanied now by a faded, echoing rhythm, haunting almost. The clap-like beat returned as your voice did, just as haunting and sultry as the tune as you slowly paced towards Killer, a hand reaching out as if to beckon him with your siren song.

“And just call on me, ah, just call my name

Like you mean it”

The final chorus approached with another explosion of light and sound, the colours even more vibrant than before as images of sparkling stars and asteroids shot past you, like you had lifted into the night sky, or perhaps torn it down to do your will. The pastels and golds that had previously appeared as ribbons now formed vast, glimmering nebulas, morphing and forming the shapes of horses that circled you in grand galloping herds. Your dancing became more energetic, your arms reaching out to the heavens before sliding down your body in a sensual display, your hips swinging in time as you sang. Every eye in the room was on you, many of the henchmen standing crowded at the base of the raised platform to get a better view, hypnotized by the way you conjured a symphony of light and sound from nothing.

As the chorus ended so did your singing, the sound of the guitar now all that was left as you repeated the same chords from the beginning, rounding out your song. There was a great applause as it came to an end, wobbling drunkenly, or perhaps just exhausted, on your feet as you turned and gave a bow to the henchmen before returning to Killer. You took your drink back from him, and slid into his lap like it was the most casual thing in the world. In truth, the performance had made you somewhat horny, showing off for him, and in your drunken state you'd somewhat forgotten about the boundaries you'd put in place, though as your fruit burned through the alcohol and sobered you, you couldn't find the will to get up from him.

The henchmen let out wolf whistles as they disbursed, now that the show was over. Killer coughed to clear his throat as you wrapped an arm around his neck for support and sipped your drink. His good hand naturally found your waist to keep you comfortably on his lap, the other still in its sling but itching to touch your exposed thighs. You'd been careful to sit so your torso was at the opposite side from it, weary of hurting him. Your dancing and focus on him during the song had the desired effect, feeling now the half mast erection he had against the plush underside of your thigh as you sat side saddle across his legs. You could have purred when you felt it as you sat, and you ran your finger under his chin as it tilted towards you, scratching his goatee and giving him a playful smirk before returning your attention back to the rest of the group.

“Well fuck, if you could do that this whole time then why do we even bother having instruments on board?” Kid barked enthusiastically as he rested the guitar against the table.

“Probably because it's exhausting,” you replied, “controlling sound and light like that takes a lot out of me, if we get attacked tonight you can count me out”

“Like your drunk ass could manage a fight right now anyway,” Kid huffed. You poked your tongue at him. “I see the two of you are friendly again”

“Whatever do you mean, Captain?” You replied teasingly, still scratching Killer's chin like he was a prized pet, “can't a girl just take a rest on a very comfy piece of eye candy?” Killer huffed under his mask at your objectification. “Hush, chair” you poked his mask.

“Kinky,” Kid noted with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle before taking a swig of his drink. You gave him a toothy grin and he almost choked on the liquor.

Your attention returned to Killer as you felt him grow harder under you, perhaps he enjoyed the objectification after all. Both of you were tipsy, now that much of the alcohol in your system had burned off with the strenuous use of your powers. You yawned dramatically, nestling closer to Killer. “I'm tired, carry me to bed?” You gave him your best pleading tone as you ran a hand down his front. He may have been down one arm but you knew full well that he was more than capable of carrying you with only one. You swore you felt his dick twitch against your thigh as it strained in his pants. You leaned in close, your mouth near the side of his mask over where his ear would be. “Maybe to your bed?” you whispered in a sultry tone.

He made a little grunt and took your glass from you, placing it on the table behind him before scooping you up onto his shoulder, the hand of his usable arm firmly on your ass, to keep you from slipping of course. The commanders made jeers and whistles as he carried you away, and you flipped Kid off behind Killer's back, laughing at his shocked face as you made your exit.

A/n: I know we don't have the specifics of what happened to Kid and Killer's arms other than a snippet that Benn Beckman was responsible for Kid's but I saw a interesting diagram the other day about how the bullet must have shattered the bone to necessitate amputation and it got me thinking, so this is my personal theories on what happened to them.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

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formlines · 1 year ago

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Raven Gets Married

Andy Everson

from the website: "This shortened version of the legend is derived from my great-great-grandfather George Hunt’s retelling in 1904. At the time, he was documenting the stories that go with the totem pole that his mother raised for her mother that was later stolen by Seattle businessmen and erected in Pioneer Square in Seattle. This is one of the four stories that go with that pole.

Raven, or Yéil as he is known amongst the Tlingit, was head chief of the Taantʼa Ḵwáan and wanted to find himself a bride. He confided in his friend Mink that he desired to go out to the great island of the Haida and marry the daughter of Chief ’Idansuu. Knowing it was a considerable distance across open waters, they enlisted the help of their friend, the Great Whale. They climbed inside his mouth and made the journey over to Haida Gwaii.

Whale beached himself on shore in front of ’Idansuu’s house. News of this huge spectacle made its way through the community and, soon enough, the whale was surrounded by villagers carrying knives to cut open this valuable treasure. Before they could start, a shaman heard singing coming from within the cavernous insides of this behemoth: “I, Yéil, who brought the light in this world came across from Gidexenits to take for my wife the daughter of ’Idansuu the Chief, as I am. Ya Ha Na He….”

The people went up and implored ’Idansuu to come down to the beach to hear the singing for himself. After listening to the song, ’Idansuu told the people to cut open the whale and let his “son-in-law” out. Raven exited the carcass wearing his bird mask and feather cloak, followed by his friend Mink. Both were black and shiny from the fatty insides of Whale. Mink ran out and rolled around in the powdered stump of a rotted spruce tree to wipe off the grease and thus remains brown to this day.

Yéil offered up the whale as bride price to Chief ’Idansuu in exchange for the hand of his daughter. The moment Raven sat alongside the Chief’s daughter, the two were married. It was not long before the bride of Yéil gave birth to a little baby boy. Chief ’Idansuu passed on his name to be used when the boy goes across the waters to his father’s people. When the boy was old enough he returned to Tongass with Mink while his parents remained on Haida Gwaii.

It’s amazing how I as a descendant of Yéil of the Taantʼa Ḵwáan could find myself my own Haida princess. This image is dedicated to my beautiful Haida wife Ḵaalga Jaad."

- Andy Everson

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eddiestightywhities · 2 months ago

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BetterSleep™

buddie flavoured buck-centric fic, rated T, sleep/sound apps, pining!buck, 1586k words. (also found on ao3 HERE)

there are a few of my buddie fics i haven't posted here and i wanted to remedy that, so. here's the first of a few xp

I will fall asleep quickly, and stay asleep, and will sleep soundly, all night long.

Buck tells himself this on repeat, hoping his preparations mean the mantra won't be rendered fruitless as all the other nights spent alone in his bed chanting words of self-affirmation in his head.

Unlocking his phone, he squints at the too-bright light that's like a warm breath on a winter's day here in the muted darkness of the loft. He sets an alarm for the morning, then goes to neither Spotify to find a playlist to try relaxing to, nor Pornhub to find something to get off to (he did that already in the shower by feeling bad about picturing golden forearms and a dazzling smile of perfectly pearly whites), and instead heads straight to the download he acquired in a Q-word period at the firehouse earlier in the day. He swipes his thumb over the screen and taps it a few times till he's found the sounds section of his new BetterSleep app.

Thing is, Buck loves his apartment, okay? He does. It's a totally sick space with cool industrial-style exposed brickwork and a balcony with a killer view of downtown. It has a great kitchen with a gas oven and an island big enough to comfortably entertain guests. The bathroom is a gorgeous fully tiled affair that boasts not only a double power-shower, but both heated towel rails and flooring. He always gets compliments on the tasteful polished wooden floors it has throughout, which he loves, and it's honestly just a great place all-round. Like, seriously great. Really, really great.

It's just that it—it's so deathly quiet.

The loft is absolutely nothing like Eddie's house, for example, where in stark contrast there are all these quirky little noises you get to listen to at nighttime—the treasured times Buck lays on Eddie's crappy couch with his whole world sleeping in the rooms just off the hallway—which, as a collective, is kind of like some sort of slightly irritating domestic lullaby.

Buck fucking loves it.

There is the fridge, with its too-loud low hum that has this pattern of a creeping, stuttering sort of squealing noise which gets gradually more and more high-pitched and increasingly whiny, until it sounds like the whole unit is gonna just break down and give up the ghost entirely—before it stops and goes back to the start and the whole process starts up again, ad infinitum.

Then there is the soft drip-dripping from the cistern into the toilet bowl that echoes around the bathroom and out of the doorway, which is left with its door swung open to make it easier on Christopher in case he needs to get up during the night, and it's sort of barely there yet constant, and kind of like Buck's very own Zen water feature if he's in a generous mood—which he always, always is.

There's also the water that sits in the old pipework, which sort of glugs every so often and reminds Buck of the tanks at the Long Beach aquarium where he and Eds will take Chris sometimes on weekends, only the glugs are muffled slightly by the gloriously soft-underfoot Zapotec patterned Mexican rugs that Eddie has laid out all around the house.

Can't forget Mrs Gorski’s beautiful nine-year-old German Shepherd, Elsa, from two doors down to the left, who always yips once at each and every passing car and whines like a pup whenever there's a thunderstorm. Buck thinks she's wonderful (and kinda knows how she feels).

Oh, and there's the ticking hallway clock, of course, that Buck hated the first night he spent on Eddie's couch yet felt nothing but familiarity and affection for by the next. That one quickly became such an integral part of the Buckley-Diaz sleepover experience that the one time it stopped and Eddie didn't have the right size batteries to make it work again, it meant Buck had to pretend he could hear the tick-tocking in his head just so he could settle enough to close his eyes—which didn't work at all, by the way, and he fell asleep that night clicking his tongue inside his mouth as a pitiful and piss-poor substitute. He now makes sure to keep the third drawer down in Eddie's kitchen supplied with enough AA Duracell's that they will never run out ever again.

Some of the very best sounds, though, are those of Eddie and Christopher moving around in their beds; sheets and comforters rustling as they try to get comfortable enough for a good night's sleep. God, Buck hopes that kid always falls asleep knowing just how much he is loved by everybody who knows him. Especially Buck, who lives to make the little dude happy and loves him like he's his own, loves him so, so much. And he's of course loved more then anything by his dad who is the greatest father in the whole wide world with zero competition, and who Buck loves loves loves just as much, kind of like how the sun loves the moon so much it gets up every morning just so the moon can rest it's beams for a stretch; every morning of every day of forever.

And the cicadas! Man, Buck loves the cicadas. In the loft, you can't really hear them over the ever-present bustle of the city. Buck's apartment is a little further towards downtown then Eddie's house, plus his building is just too tall for the sound to carry properly. But at 4995 South Bedford Street you can hear the raucous little fuckers perfectly. They're so brilliantly constant in their role as backing singers to the soundtrack that is Eddie and Christopher's House, that Buck can't help but now associate them with feelings comfort and safety, and when he can't hear them, he misses them almost as if they're members of the little family he tells himself he's a part of on the days Buck is being generous with himself. At the loft, it's just too far up to hear the sound of the cicadas’ tymbal organs that contain a series of ribs which buckle one after the other when one of them flexes its muscles; every time a rib buckles, it produces this clicking noise that collectively creates the insane chorus we humans hear, which can be anything up to a 90 dBA, i.e. the decibel reading that the sound resonates at—he learned that watching a documentary on insects with Christopher a while back, as research for a school project.

Whenever Buck gets back to his apartment after a night or two or three at Eddie's, where the little critters and their tymbal organs have been a blissfully annoying and wonderfully integral part of the Casa Diaz Bedtime Orchestra—in that moment he suddenly realises he can't hear them anymore, can't hear any of it—it's just such a devastating blow for the paling replacement to be only the cruel loudness of Pure Silence.

Buck fucking hates it.

The hush has always been hard for him to handle, in other times and places, too—his hyperactive tendencies mean he's never been all that good with stillness—it kind of reminds him a little too much of when Maddie left Hershey; when she left him.

The crushing quiet of his own apartment when he's home alone, though? That makes it severely and unnervingly feel less like a home than his best friend's house does. In fact, his loft doesn't really feel like a home at all.

Which sucks majorly depressing ass, actually.

Buck glances at his phone clock which tells him it's now past bedtime for what is suitable by his standards on a work night.

He lays back fully and turns onto his side, pulling the comforter up to his chin and trying to get comfy, before reaching across for the henley Eddie left here a while ago—that still smells faintly of Eddie's body spray and his musk and something that's so completely Eddie it makes Buck want to cry—shoving it under his nose and inhaling deeply as he pictures himself laying on the shitty awesome Diaz couch he now thinks of as his own…

Legs dangling from one arm, head nestled in the permanent dent that it's made in the other; the ever-present thump-thumping of his own heart in his ear where it's pressed to the soft blue fabric, in tune with the other grumbly sounds his body makes that vie for dominance over all the wonderfully calming sounds of Casa Diaz.

…and he creates his first sleep soundscape via his new app:

Cicadas

Bed Sheets

Grandfather Clock

Barking Dog

Water Ripples

Water Dripping

Refrigerator

Then, making a mental note on his brain's clipboard checklist to buy a nightlight just like the one Eddie has for Christopher in the hallway that will hopefully enhance the whole experience, he names the playlist ‘Home’ and saves it before setting up a shut-off timer of thirty minutes, breathing slowly and deliberately as the sounds wash over him from his phone speaker, like he's a starfish that got stranded on a beach and the tide is finally coming back in.

Buck shuts his eyes with a small smile on his lips that is both inordinately happy and a little sad, and quickly falls into dreams of Jenga towers and blanket forts and beers on the patio with his best friend whom he's madly in love with, and sleeps soundly, the whole night through.

also on ao3 HERE

#buck fic #even buckley #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #911 #bettersleep #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #queer fic #queer writer #qww writes #queerweewoo

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yuna542 · 3 months ago

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[1.]

~About Kooks and Pogues~

Pairing: JJ Maybank × Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Alcohol, Mentions of Drugs, That’s it!

Taglist: Open

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year after a family tragedy and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Lies, dark secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Notes: That’s a series I’m working on and off for like three years now. I hope you’ll enjoy it

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Ain't shady baby, I'm hot

Like the prodigal son

Pick a petal, eenie meenie minie mo, and flower

You're the chosen one

The music was loud, the sound of the sea was pleasant and the sun warmed the faces of the young people who were on the large beach of the Outer Banks. One of the typical beach parties was held there this Wednesday. The vacations had begun and so the beach was full of Teenagers, tired of sitting still all day in a grey classroom, eager to have fun and forget about homework, exams and pressure on choosing the right College.

You didn't understand the Outer Banks if you didn't know the structure, as there were distinct differences not only among the Outer Banks youth. While some needed three jobs to survive, others owned three houses.

The Pogues, as a group of young people called themselves, had organized the ongoing party and quickly the beach had been filled by young people of all background’s. With the warm weather, most of the Teen’s were magically drawn to the sea and on the small island there were not that much other options to party and spend the night.

"Stop it!" exclaimed Pope, as a cloud of herbal smoke was blown in his face by his buddy. Pope was the most intelligent of the group and sometimes really strange. But that didn't bother his friends. Quite the opposite.

The blond who was now laughing and taking another drag on the joint was JJ. He was an excellent surfer and the troublemaker in the group. In fact he got very often into trouble and loved to provoke. But his friends always helped him out of it. Literally out of anything.

John B toasted the girl sitting next to him in the sand. He was the free spirit and adventurer of the group. He always came up with new ideas on how they could pass the time, even if they were not always so legal.

The girl with the dark curls and sun-kissed skin was Kiara. She was the only one who did not come from a poor background, and even belonged to the richer families. Still, she much preferred hanging out with the Pogues and didn't care much about possessions and wealth. Instead, she was a do-gooder who preferred saving turtles over going shopping. She loved to smoke a joint on the large glazed patio of the Chateau, that has a view of the backyard and the marsh with the guys, instead of talking about the newest season of the new reality show with her girlfriends.

The four of them laughed and teased each other as they drank beer and gradually more and more people came to the beach to party.

"Guys, I swear it will be incredible! We should really go out and surf on the other side“, JJ started the same topic as the day before all over again. His eyes were filled with energy and he couldn’t sit still.

"No, that's way too dangerous. The storms there are unpredictable and in the end no one will find us if we get in trouble," Kiara fended off and Pope immediately agreed with her.

"That's the thrill of it, isn't it? Dude the waves are going to be huge for sure! John B, you're up for it, aren't you? Don’t let me down, Bro!“

It sounded more like a statement than a question. Waiting, he looked at his best friend, who took off his cap, then put it back on, a gentle smile on his lips. The freckles on his cheeks glowing.

"Well, I’m in. Sounds like fun."

"Nice!" escaped JJ, while Kiara just shook her head in annoyance. Then Pope suddenly raised his eyes and seemed to spot something at the edge of the dune. As JJ and Kiara continued to argue, John B also noticed what he was looking at.

"Guys, the Kooks!" he muttered, clearly annoyed.

"That's exactly what we needed..." sighed Kiara sarcastically, and JJ stood up, beer in hand, to get a better look. Already tense and ready to throw himself in a fight. John stood next to him while Pope and Kiara remained seated. Both were already dreading another confrontation between JJ and the hated rich Kooks.

"That's Topper and Sarah," John B stated, to which Kiara just raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"Someone else is coming," Pope remarked, and sure enough:

Behind Sarah Cameron, the current Kook princess and her boyfriend, two more people appeared.

"That's Rafe, but who the hell is that girl?" now asked Kiara, stretching her neck curiously.

"I don't know, but she's hot," JJ muttered, staring with John B in the direction where the Kooks were now walking across the beach.

"Hot as hell," John B added overwhelmed, continuing to watch the girl.

She had raven black hair that fell in many small curls over her shoulders, shimmering like wet ink in the sun. Her skin was tanned and possessed a bronze glow. She was not particularly tall, but slender and of athletic build, so even Pope looked curiously in her direction.

JJ's gaze was still wandering over her body when she had already turned to face them.

"Isn't that Skylar?" gasped Kiara, who was now staring in disbelief.

"Sky Diaz?" asked John B, elbowing JJ in the side as the Kooks moved closer to get him to stop staring. Topper had an arm around Sarah while the new girl chatted boisterously with Rafe. Her unusual appearance made her stand out from the blonde Kooks, and her style of dress was also quite different.

She wore a plaid pleated skirt that reached halfway down her thighs and loose white top, barely covering her belly and slim waist, with her black bikini top peeking through. She looked like she had been pulled straight out of an 80's rock and roll movie. JJ instantly was reminded of those musical-films Kiara forced them to watch, in which all of the guys had ridiculous hairstyles but the women always looked mysteriously beautiful.

"Is that really her? Diaz moved to Nassau over one year ago, didn't she?" pondered Pope aloud.

"Maybe she's vacationing here?" speculated John B.

Kiara shook her head.

"No, not after everything that happened. You don't take a vacation on Kildare after an incident like that. She must be living here again."

Now the Kooks were within range and looking around. Rafe gave the Pogues a disparaging look and Topper also stared warningly at JJ. Up close, it was now clear that Skylar Diaz was indeed standing in front of them. The amber eyes and full red lips were unmistakable. Even though she had changed considerably and her figure had become more feminine.

Even back then Sky had been pretty, but now they could see she had grown into a unbelievable beautiful young woman. JJ always hated the fact that she had everything. She was rich, adored and freaking beautiful. It wasn’t fair.

"Looks like you're going to have to give up your throne again, Cameron!" now JJ called out to Sarah, who just rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"The same rats as before," Rafe remarked, pointing at the Pogues as if they were animals behind a glass in the zoo.

Sky smirked mildly and regarded the Pogues briefly. Her gaze lingered a second longer on the cheeky blond, and it was then that she recognized him.

"What are you doing back here?" now asked Kie coolly, who had now also stood up. Back then Sarah, Sky and she had been best friends. But then she had moved away after the incident and the friendship between Sarah and Kie broke like thin glass.

"I'm living here again. My stepfather found new work on Kildare," she explained tersely, trying to ignore JJ's piercing gaze.

However, he put on an uninterested expression. Yea she was fuming hot and seemed to be even more confident and charming, but after all, she was still a stupid Kook. Her family was even richer than the Camerons and she was even more arrogant than all the rest thrown together, so she had been the leader of the Kooks back then and JJ's personal nemesis. The hatred between the Pogues and the Kooks had been current before, too. All Kooks thought the Pogues were filthy scum and the Pogues had the same opinion of the rich Kooks.

She tossed her hair back and turned around without saying another word to them. As if they weren't worthy of her attention. Then she walked over to the rest of the Kooks and was greeted with delight.

The evening took its course and there was drinking, laughing and dancing. Music blared from several speakers brought in by a couple of Kooks.

The sun beat down mercilessly on the sand, so that it was still warm even when it had long since sunk into the sea like a long lost wreck.

The Pogues were chatting animatedly with others from the Cut and JJ was drinking with a couple of tourists. A typical evening, as it had been so many times before, but the arrival of the Kook Princess, the royalty of Kildare, soon stirred up more than just a lot of sand, and JJ had a feeling that this summer was not going to be as ordinary as they had originally thought.

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anarchy-and-piglins · 2 years ago

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😁 Just had a thought!

Human Compass Pirate Au! (Dark SBI Flavor)

The Ocean is an infinitely vast place, full of magic, monsters, and danger. But, most who sail the seas never witness a wink of it. Following tried and true trade routes, the worst they have to deal with is long boring months at sea, tasteless food, and the ocean's unpredictable weather.

Well, and Pirates.

Those seeking adventure and treasure know that the only way to find the Ocean's magical secrets is to use magic on its own. To find pieces of magic like keys to open up the Sea's secrets. And magic is hard to find. A mermaid's comb. A secret chord. A sigil etched in lime. Such things are necessary, but rare.

Technoblade's father wasn't always a mapmaker.

Before Techno was born, his father was a Naval Officer. Not super well known or accomplished, but he was good at his job. An upright soldier. Honest and brave.

Until an encounter with the dreaded Pirate Captain Philza saw him lose his ship, his men, and his leg all in one day.

He was discharged, unable to uphold his duty. He was given a sum for his trouble, but not nearly enough to live on for the rest of his life. He didn't have a trade before he became a navyman, and even if he did he was down a leg.

But he knew the sea, and began to make maps.

Shitty maps. He was no artist, after all, and was selling them cheap just to get a few coins. He barely scraped by, saving as much of his severence pay as he could. But it was getting hard now that he had a child on the way.

One night, he spoke to some friends and they told him of a way you could earn a boon from the sea. So, he made his way down to the beach with great difficulty, a cruch holding him up as he crossed the sand. He found three sand dollars, a mermaids purse, and an opalescent piece of coral that reminded him of a piece of the moon itself. He tied them in a new wineskin and buried it in a dry tide pool and waited for the tide to rise.

When it did, he saw a woman step from the ocean, beautiful but offputting. She dug into the tidepool, and pulled out the bag and looked up at him. She asked him what he wanted, and he replied that all he wanted was his map business to flourish. She smiled, nodded, and left.

Years went by and though Techno's dad's skill in drawing increased, his maps still sold poorly. And the severance was close to gone. He was stressed.

Barelt more than a toddler, Techno loved to watch his father work, so his Dad had him help draw maps. Maybe Techno could gain some skill, and then when he was older he could surpass his dad.

But, by mistake, one of Techno's childish maps was sold instead of his Dad's map. Techno's dad was worried, because it would be a blow to his business if people thought his maps were bad.

When the customer comes back months later, Techno's dad is already apologizing but the customer just slams down a bag full of gold and demands more maps. Techno's dad was confused, but the customer explained that by following that map, he had found a treasure filled island and was now wealthy far beyond his dreams. He wanted every map the man had.

Techno's dad was smart, and sold the customer all of Techno's maps. Then he turned to his son.

They worked as a team, after that. Techno's dad drawing the maps at Techno's direction. Techno grew and their business grew. And they became more and more wealthy as their business gained renown.

And...Techno's dad changed.

Techno mourned the fact that his dad no longer played with him. Then mourned the fact that he was given less and less time to leave the house. Then he was given less and less free time, all his time devoted to maps. Then, his father decided that Technoblade was skilled enough to draw the maps himself! And then!

Technoblade was very lonely. He used to love mapmaking with his dad. But his dad was now more often out talking to important people, not Technoblade. His dad was rubbing shoulders with old naval buddies who had ignored them during his Dad's discharge. It got worse when his mother died.

When Technoblade tried to reason with his dad, the man brushes him off. Or his dad guilt trips Techno into working harder. Or he yells at Techno, calling him selfish. And Techno just feels very trapped.

Honestly, he very rarely ever sees the sky, trapped in his father's shop. Most barely knew what he looked like, almost never found outside the shop.

But, while magic is rare, some people know how to find it.

He's sixteen when it happens.

Techno is in the back when he hears the front door open with a slam, and rushes to the front as he hears his father shouting.

Techno gets to the front to see Pirate Captain Philza with a pistol to his Dad's head. Techno freezes, looking at the group of pirates that have swarmed inside the shop.

Philza, surprisingly, recognizes Techno's dad. Apparently, Techno's dad had done something that impressed him. Mocks him for a while over the lost leg, but then demands Techno's dad give him whatever magic tool he was using to make the maps. The maps that led to treasure and magic and other impossible things.

Techno's dad denies having anything like that. And Philza frowns, orders some of his men to check the backroom. Techno is pushed aside, and it's only when he stumbles that Philza turns an eye on him. Techno freezes as he is looked over, something calculating in his eye.

Philza's men come back, confirming that there was nothing magical in the shop. Techno is inwardly freaking out because holy crap, the pirates aren't going to find what they want and then they are going to kill them?

But Philza is still staring at Techno, taking in the ink on his fingers and the apron full of tools. And he notes outloud that the first dozen or so maps from the shop were said to look like a child drew them. That they were far from professional quality, but that they were the first ones to take to treasured lands.

Techno and his dad are silent, both not sure what to say.

Philza gives the order for his men to grab Techno. Techno struggles for a moment, but stops when Philza cocks the gun still held to his Dad's head. The men bring Techno close to Philza and Philza stares into Techno's eyes, looking for something.

And he finds it.

He doesn't even look over at Techno's Dad before he asks "How Much?"

Techno's dad emphasizes that he would not give his son away for MONEY. Philza rolls his eyes and tells him that he will either lose his son and not get paid, or he will lose his son and have gold.

Techno's dad is silent a moment, before he names a price. And Techno is floored, absolutely aghast that his father would-

Philza shoots his dad before Techno can even come to terms with what his father said. Philza smiles at Techno, before ordering his men to grab as many of the mapmaking supplies as possible. Techno stands in shock as the pirate ransack his dad's shop, watching his dad's body grow cold.

Philza and his men drag Techno to the harbor, where the Angel sits in port. Techno is almost carried onto the pirate ship. Techno tries to struggle, but he makes no headway.

He's locked in the brig, the ship pulling out to sea, and he may be on a boat but he is DROWNING in confusion.

Captain Philza puts Techno to work, making maps for the pirate crew that would allow them to find the treasure island, but also find impossible ways to circumvent the trade routes. This way they can get ahead of navy ships with ease.

Techno doesn’t really have the ability to refuse, so he complies.

Cue slow burn bonding with pirates, eventually shifting from prisoner to comrade. Growing accustomed to life at sea. But part of him cannot forgive Philza for murdering his dad, even of his dad had tried to sell him at the last moment.

Philza, recognizing this, explains more to Techno

Its revealed that his dad had already planned to sell him anyway. The Navy had offered his father an IMPOSSIBLE amount of money to get Techno. They would wipe out the pirates, once and for all, and would rule the seas. All the treasure would go to the crown. All magic would be made SAFE.

Techno would be trapped forever within some naval base far far from the sea, constantly mapmaking and never experiencing for himself. And that was wrong.

The reason magic would pull you to the sea is because it is returning to where it came from. Magic belongs to the sea, and to the sea it must return. The sea had never meant for Techno to be trapped, when it gave its gift. It was a gift, not a curse. But had Philza not intervened, Techno would be very very trapped.

Techno wouldn't believe Phil, at first, but something would convince him. Idk. This is as far as I thought ahead. I hope you like.

AAAAAAAH, Lenn hitting it out of the park again.

My first thought would go to who else is on the boat. Tommy and Wilbur are obvious choices but a pirate crew is usually a bit bigger than three. So who else do we 'darkify' for this? Tubbo? Ranboo? Niki? Eret? Fundy? Idk, but it's fun to think about.

Also thinking about Techno perhaps discovering more magic in himself as time goes on. Especially if he's connected to the ocean and now finally returned to it (or a lot closer to it than he was in the workshop anyway). Does he unlock any other powers or even physical changes?

As for drama, well, I suspect the Navy isn't too happy to let their promised magic tool go ;)

#asks #dark sbi #technoblade #thoughts #FAV

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Day 3: Black Pearls

Pairing: Siren Kix x Reader

Summary: A siren comes looking for his lost treasure.

Author’s Note: Yeah, he’s too pretty to not be a siren.

Warnings: Once again, siren and Mer do eat people in old myths so there is reference to that, but nothing in detail. Some cursing.

Word Count: 1212

Prompt: I was gutting fish for supper when one’s belly yielded scores of shining black pearls. “That’s a mermaids purse you stole,” my older sister explained. “Oh, they won’t be happy with you.”

Prompt 3169 by deepwaterwritingprompts

You are gutting fish for supper when one’s belly yielded scores of shining black pearls. You stare in awe, knowing that one was already enough money to set you and your sister for life. But this many, the amount was almost unfathomable

“That’s a mermaid’s purse you stole,” your older sister explains upon seeing the pearls and the fish. “Oh they won’t be happy with you.” You gulp, gathering all the pearls into a small sack; the joy quickly becomes replaced with fear. Perhaps if you gave the Mer all the pearls back, they wouldn’t hurt you.

Your sister is fast asleep as you pace around your shack of a house later that night. You don’t know whether to sleep or wait up to see if they come tonight. Then you hear something. It’s far too soft to hear clearly at first and makes you think you’re losing it. However, a melody soon becomes clear even if you can’t quite make out the words; your body softly swaying to it.

In a trance, you take the bag and leave the shack. You follow the sound through your dirt poor fishing village and down to the beach. You can make out the words now. They speak of what you desire most, consistent food and a sturdy home, in exchange for bringing back his pearls.

The song stops as your feet hit ankle deep water. You shake your head and check your surroundings; utter terror and old tales of the Mer eating humans flutter through your mind. The sirens being the most notorious examples among them; simply luring victims with a song and eating them alive.

You’re currently standing in the middle of a sea cave that is becoming a sea arch. The rock is still immensely thick with a couple trees still growing at the top. The main cave is massive and you can see the waves coming in through the other side. You had often run through here as a small child during the low tide, but now this place of joy brought goose bumps to your skin.

“Please.” You hold the bag out in front of you. “It’s all there. I’m sorry.” A shape of a man walks in from the other side of the cave; the moon is not at all bright enough to allow you to see his features. You close your eyes as he stops in front of you.

What you don’t expect is a soft curse to echo around the sea cave, full of concern. You slowly open your eyes and your struck by how pretty the man is. Your jaw drops slightly as your eyes wander over his unique short hair with lightning bolts, soft brown eyes, and down to his white and blue armor.

Wait. This man was a Mer clone. You had only ever seen them in pictures the republic had sent to your small island, but never in real life. All Mer had enchanted armor, but the metal itself was white unlike the silver-gray base of all natural born Mer armor.

“You’re starving.” He mutters in horror and you blush in embarrassment. You weren’t quite starving after all; you had just enough to get by. However, to someone who the Republic provided meals for, it made sense you would look sickly. And besides, even you could admit you definitely weren’t healthy looking.

“I go hungry sometimes, but I’m not dead yet.” For a moment you think you had gone to far before a soft smile breaks across his face. You can’t help but smile back before looking to the still outstretched bag.

He slowly takes it before opening it and counting the pearls. He looks at the bag confused and then back at you.

“Is there one missing?” You ask anxiously.

“No, but that’s why I’m surprised. Most humans would take at least one. In your circumstances, I would have overlooked a couple.” You don’t know what to say to that for a moment. You are in awe; both at the compliment and his generosity.

“They were not mine to take and I know finding just one would have taken gods know how long of searching through countless clams.” You pause a moment and decide to push your luck. “Why are gathering black pearls? What do you need them for?”

He looks a little uncomfortable for a moment before sighing. He closes the bag before looking at you again.

“No one knows what will happen to us at the end of this war. I prefer to be prepared and to help as many of my brothers as I can if the worst happens.” You blink, unsure of what to say. With having to struggle to simply make it through your day to day, you had never really considered how they were in a terrible situation. Many not even considering them sentient beings, but he had proven completely otherwise with one conversation. Once they had served their purpose, what happens to them?

“However one thing is curtain.” He smiles lightly, making your stomach flip. “I can’t store them the old mer way or I might lose all these for good. I was barely able to find you before we leave for the next battle.”

“I… I could hold on to them.” You offer and you immediately want to smack yourself; you sound fucking love struck and you had not thought this through at all. However, the look of surprise and genuine consideration he gives you pushes you forward. “I could function like your bank. I would take a couple, but I would watch and store them for you.

“It solves problems for both of us, um…” It is then you realize you don’t know his name.

“It’s Kix.” He chuckles before his hands glow around the bag. “Your’s?”

You stumble over your own name and your face flushes. It gets worse when you see him try not to laugh.

“On one condition.” Kix’s tone returns to seriousness as his right hand extends out, glowing with magic. “We make a deal.”

Mer deals, bound by sea magic, are notorious; the thought makes your stomach drop. Mer deals were often known for screwing over the humans who took them.

“It will only allow me to find you and know if something bad happens to you. Either of our deaths break the deal. Other than that, it is just the rules you suggested. I swear on my brothers.” It might be foolish, but you take his hand. The magic makes your hand tingle before the light fades out. You soon leave the cave with a full bag of black pearls.

Over the next few months, many things change for you. You and your sister move to a different island and live pleasant lives. Kix comes when he can to drop off another pearl and you slowly fall more and more in love with him.

With the rise of the empire, your sister wakes up one night to find a single black pearl and a note. You tell her you love her and that the pearl will be enough to take care of her. However, you would not be seeing her again for a long time; your siren had come for you and you were more than happy to run off with him.

#star wars #the clone wars #clone medic kix #kix x reader #mermay #mermaid au

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