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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 8 months ago

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i don’t know if you write ABO but if you do, please do an Alpha! Agatha Harkness who meets omega! Reader. Agatha see the fear in Reader’s eyes. Reader is terrified. Agatha is horny and thinks that Reader is pretty

Nothing to Fear Dear

Alpha!Agatha Harkness x omega!fem!reader

Summary: You are terrified of Alpha's, but suddenly one comes into your life that is just...different.

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, a/b/o content (marking/scent glands/scenting/breeding), shit alpha's wolf whistling and being rude to R

A/N: This is my first time writing ABO! Please if I got anything wrong please tell me how I could improve! I love reading ABO and would love to write more I just don't know if I did it justice.

You didn't trust Alphas. Your history with them wasn't good. Your dad, your cousins, your ex. Telling you what you could and couldn't do. Controlling you at every turn. Now that you were on your own and away from all of them.

You tended to stay home, get things delivered, but there was a farmers market with the nice weather rolling in and you really wanted to go see what it was like. You got yourself dressed for the day; nothing too revealing, nothing that would catch an Alphas attention. You took a little tote with you that you had bought with every intention of using sooner, but you barely left the house.

You step into the bustling farmers market, immediately enveloped by a symphony of sounds and scents. The air is alive with the chatter of vendors and the hum of visitors exploring the stalls. Vibrant displays of fresh produce catch your eye—deep red tomatoes, crisp green lettuces, and baskets overflowing with colorful berries.

As you stroll through the market, the scent of freshly baked bread mingles with the earthy aroma of herbs. You pause at a stand where a farmer enthusiastically offers you a slice of juicy peach, its sweetness bursting in your mouth. Nearby, a musician strums a cheerful tune on a guitar, adding a lively backdrop to your experience.

You find yourself drawn to a table laden with homemade jams and honey, each jar gleaming in the sunlight. The vendor, an elderly woman with a warm smile, shares the story of how her bees produce the honey you now sample on a small wooden spoon. The rich, floral notes of the honey linger on your palate as you continue your journey.

The vibrant energy of the farmers market is both exhilarating and slightly overwhelming. You navigate through the bustling crowd, making sure to keep to the less crowded paths. Despite your efforts to avoid attention, the occasional Alpha scent catches your nose, causing a flicker of anxiety.

You remind yourself to breathe, focusing on the pleasant sensory experiences around you. The sweet taste of the peach, the melody of the musician's guitar, and the warmth of the sun on your skin all help to ground you. You approach a stand with beautifully arranged flowers and pause to admire the vibrant array of colors.

As you continue exploring, you find yourself stopping at a stand featuring an assortment of herbs and spices. The vendor, a middle-aged Beta with a kind demeanor, offers you a sample of a fragrant lavender sachet. You inhale deeply, the soothing scent helping to further calm your nerves.

It’s while you’re at this stand that you feel a presence nearby. Turning slightly, you see her—a striking woman with brown hair and an air of confidence that immediately marks her as an Alpha. She’s examining a selection of fresh herbs, her expression thoughtful and focused. You can’t help but notice her tailored, yet casual outfit, giving off a sense of understated elegance.

Your instinct is to move away, to avoid any possible interaction, but something about her presence is different. She doesn't exude the same domineering aura you've come to associate with Alphas. Instead, there's a calm, almost magnetic quality to her. Before you can make a decision, she glances up and catches your eye, offering you a gentle smile.

“Lovely day for a market, isn’t it?” she says, her voice warm and inviting.

You nod, managing a small smile in return. “It is,” you reply softly.

“I’m Agatha,” she introduces herself, extending a hand. “It’s nice to see new faces around here.”

You hesitate for a moment before shaking her hand. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Do you come here often, Y/N?” she asks, her gaze steady and kind.

“No, not really. This is my first time,” you admit, feeling a bit self-conscious.

“Well, you’ve picked a good day for it. The weather is perfect, and the produce is exceptional this time of year,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “If you’re looking for recommendations, I’d be happy to help.”

The offer is tempting, and despite your usual wariness around Alphas, something about Agatha makes you feel at ease. “That would be nice, actually. I’m not really sure where to start.”

Agatha’s smile widens. “Great! How about we start with the fruit stand over there? They have the best strawberries you’ll ever taste.”

As you walk together, Agatha points out her favorite stalls, sharing little anecdotes and tips. Her presence is comforting, and you find yourself relaxing more with each step. The way she interacts with the vendors and other market-goers shows a level of respect and genuine kindness that you haven’t seen in an Alpha before.

By the time you’ve filled your tote with fresh produce and a few delightful treats, you realize that you’ve enjoyed yourself more than you expected. Agatha has made the experience not only bearable but pleasant.

As Agatha shows you around the market, you begin to let your guard down. Her warm, genuine demeanor makes it easier to forget the usual anxiety you feel in the presence of Alphas. However, this fleeting sense of comfort is shattered when a group of Alphas nearby start to take notice of you.

"Hey there, sweetheart!" one of them calls out, his tone laced with a possessive edge that sends a shiver down your spine.

Another Alpha joins in, letting out a piercing wolf whistle that makes your heart race with fear. You freeze, instinctively drawing closer to Agatha. Your eyes meet hers, and you see a flash of something intense and protective in her gaze.

In an instant, Agatha steps closer to you, her presence becoming a shield against the unwanted attention. The scent of lavender intensifies around you, soothing your frayed nerves. Agatha's expression shifts, her previously warm smile replaced with a steely determination.

"Is there a problem here?" she asks, her voice calm but with an underlying firmness that commands respect.

The Alphas, taken aback by her sudden presence, hesitate. One of them scoffs, trying to maintain his bravado. "We were just having a bit of fun," he says, though the uncertainty in his eyes is evident.

Agatha takes another step forward, positioning herself directly between you and the other Alphas. "Well, I suggest you find your fun elsewhere. This Omega is with me." Her tone leaves no room for argument, her Alpha presence now fully asserting itself.

The other Alphas exchange glances, the weight of Agatha's authority pressing down on them. They grumble among themselves before deciding it’s not worth the confrontation. One by one, they back off, their eyes still wary of Agatha.

Once they’re gone, Agatha turns to you, her expression softening immediately. "Are you alright?" she asks gently, concern evident in her voice.

You nod, still a bit shaken but deeply grateful. "Thank you, Agatha. I don’t know what I would have done without you."

She places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, her touch grounding you. "You don’t have to worry when you’re with me," she says softly. "I won’t let anyone hurt you."

The sincerity in her words touches something deep within you. Despite your past experiences, you feel a growing trust in Agatha. Her actions have shown you that not all Alphas are the same—that there are those who can be kind and protective without being controlling.

As you continue to explore the market together, Agatha remains close by, her presence a comforting anchor. The other vendors and market-goers seem to recognize her protective stance, giving you both a respectful distance.

By the time you leave the market, your tote filled with fresh produce and delightful treats, you realize that today has been more than just a shopping trip. It’s been a step toward healing and perhaps the beginning of a new friendship.

As you part ways, Agatha gives you a warm smile. "I hope to see you again, Y/N. Maybe we can make this a regular thing."

You smile back, the anxiety that usually plagues you feeling more distant than ever. "I’d like that," you reply, and for the first time in a long while, you truly mean it.

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The weeks following your initial encounter with Agatha have been transformative. Each trip to the market with her has been better than the last. She introduces you to her favorite stalls, the vendors greeting you both warmly, and slowly, you’ve started to feel like you belong. Agatha’s presence has been a comforting constant, her protective nature ensuring you always feel safe.

Today, however, is different. Agatha had invited you out for a date beyond the familiar confines of the market. The thought had initially filled you with trepidation, but her kind eyes and gentle smile had reassured you. She had taken you to a quaint café, where you spent hours talking and laughing, the time slipping by unnoticed. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Agatha suggested heading back to her place for a nightcap.

You hesitated but agreed, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. Her home is cozy and inviting, filled with the same warmth and charm that she exudes. As you step inside, you can’t help but feel a surge of affection for the woman who has slowly become so important to you.

Agatha offers you a drink, and you both settle on the comfortable couch in her living room. The conversation flows easily, but there’s an underlying tension—a palpable awareness of the new territory you’re venturing into.

As the evening progresses, Agatha moves closer, her touch gentle yet insistent. When her hand finds yours, the connection sends a jolt through you. You’ve never felt so much fear and love all at once. Her touch is tender, but there’s an intensity in her eyes that makes your heart race.

"Y/N," she whispers, her voice husky with emotion. "I’ve wanted this for so long."

You swallow hard, your own emotions a turbulent mix. "Agatha, I… I’m scared," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

She cups your face in her hands, her thumb brushing gently over your cheek. "You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll never hurt you," she promises, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You nod, trying to focus on the love you feel rather than the fear. "I trust you," you whisper, and the words are a revelation to yourself as much as they are to her.

Her lips find yours, the kiss starting slow and soft, but quickly becoming more passionate. Her hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel her need for you in every touch. Your heart races, but this time it’s from desire rather than fear.

Agatha’s hands roam over your body, exploring with a gentle yet insistent touch. Every caress sends shivers down your spine, the fear slowly melting away under the heat of her affection. She pulls back for a moment, looking into your eyes, her own filled with a mix of love and desire.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her voice filled with genuine concern.

You nod, your breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Agatha. I’m more than okay."

Her smile is radiant, and she kisses you again, this time with a fervor that leaves you breathless. You surrender to the moment, letting yourself be carried away by the wave of emotions. Agatha’s touch is both tender and possessive, her need for you evident in every movement.

She pulls you onto her lap, working you against her throbbing cock that pushes against her pants, making you moan out. It had been years since you had sex with another. Your fear took such a hold you’d taken suppression pills not wanting the attention of Alpha’s when you’d go into heat. You hadn’t been taking them since you met Agatha. She made you feel safe even though the fear sat in your chest like a heavy stone.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Agatha pulls you back to reality and you realize you’re not breathing properly.

“I got lost in thought. I’m sorry.” You tried to make an excuse, but Agatha knew you better she saw the look in your eyes.

“It’s me sweet girl. No ones going to hurt you.” She pulled you close, brushing against you and scenting, a lavender calm over you and you didn’t need much more to start grinding down on her. You wanted, no needed this, needed her and Agatha felt the same way. Trying to get herself out of her pants as fast as she could and you had worn a skirt because Agatha had asked.

She pulled your panties aside, rubbing against you as a moan tumbled out past your lips. Agatha pulled your lips towards her own, whispering against your lips,

“Is this okay?” You nodded frantically, moving your hips just enough for her to slip inside. Suddenly you’re getting pulled down onto her. “Fuck...you feel perfect. My pretty girl. Such a pretty little omega.” All you could do is nod dumbly as she thrusted up into you.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had even ever come close to how Agatha was making you feel right now as she thrusted up into you and you rolled your hips. She felled you up perfectly like she was made for you.

“A-Agatha...?” You breathed out, making her look at you. “Mark me. Please...wanna be yours...please let me be yours.”

“Only if you’ll be mine pretty girl.” You smiled all big and blissed out on her cock.

“Yes! Please wanna mark you too!” She smiled, leaning in and pulling you further onto her cock as she knotted you, filling you up full and biting into your neck, making you moan out at the double pain and pleasure combo. Once she pulled back you leaned in, marking her. The sound she made for you was perfect as you clenched around her. She was made for you and you were made for her.

As the night progresses, you realize that this is what you’ve been missing. The balance of fear and love, the intensity of her affection, and the safety you feel in her arms. Agatha has shown you that it’s possible to feel safe and loved without being controlled, and for the first time, you truly believe it.

When the night finally ends, you’re wrapped in her embrace, feeling more at peace than you ever have before. Agatha’s presence is a balm to your soul, and you know that with her, you can face whatever the future holds.

Taglist: @dorabledewdroop

#ley writes #ley writes requests #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha x reader #agatha harkness

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angelrissa · 1 month ago

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"Savior" Simon Riley x F!Reader

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CW : noncon/dubcon, dark fic, smut, descriptions of wounds and injuries, kidnapping kinda

Things just seemed too peaceful. Surely there should be more noise than the guttural moans of pain escaping your cracked lips. Yet, there was nothing, no sounds of the excessive nature surrounding you, no wildlife chirping with life, nothing, just the exhausted heaving of your chest as you desperately try to catch your breath, limping to find anyone that could possibly help you.

You can't recall how long it's been since you were separated from your team, but it was long enough to know they weren't searching any longer, but you doubt they searched in the first place, you were somebody people didn't mind losing, deadweight as they'd call it. While the fading sounds of your surroundings echoed in your mind, a sudden sharp pain snapped you back to reality. Blood gushed out of your leg, a deep red color that seemed to somehow look delectable to the raw hunger aching in your stomach. Thank goodness you saw the thick berry jam oozing from your body inviting your fingers to shove themselves into the jar and stuff the two digits down your desperate mouth. You let out a wicked scream of pain when two fingers greedily dug into your wound realizing you had further mutilated yourself, causing your feeble body to collapse to the ground. It's too bad you were oh so close to what looked like an isolated cabin standing solitary in the woods, only just a few feet away from your blurred vision.

Your senses were dulled, each breath more labored than the last, but somehow, the sight of the cabin ignited a flicker of hope within you. Clenching your jaw against the pain that radiated from your leg, you pulled yourself up with weak determination. The wound was ghastly. Hot blood pooled beneath you, staining the dry leaves and soil underneath like a gruesome work of art. But the cabin stood resolute, a solitary figure against the contamination of the forest, a chance that someone lived there.

You dragged yourself forward, each movement sending daggers of agony through your leg. You could barely focus, the world shifted in and out of clarity as you stumbled toward the door before collapsing on the dirty excuse of a front porch. The world twisted and warped around you like a reflection of your child self in a fun house mirror at the state fair. Gasping for air, each inhale felt like swallowing shards of glass that clawed at your throat. Shadows clouded your vision, thick and eerie, covering the world in a muted, dark hue. But something was wrong, completely, irrevocably wrong. One shadow seemed to stand out darker than the rest, it was the shadow oddly shaped like a man. A man so unsettling it was probably best you died here before he got his hands on you. He loomed over you, taking pleasure in your agony. Knowing nobody would ever find you out here, he's not even quite sure how you managed to get here, but oh is he thrilled you did.

His large hands quickly reach down to grab onto your body, calloused fingers roughly grazing over your breasts where your bulletproof vest previously clung to your skin, but now pathetically hung off your frame. You immediately recoil at his touch, wincing from the ache of your wounds. You may have been delirious but you just knew you weren't safe.

How sick of him to stare at you like a piece of meat while you desperately clung to life, praying you won't die like this. But he just couldn't help himself. How could he? You just weakly lay in his arms, so afraid, such a tragic girl. He needed to save you. He would be your savior whether you wanted him to be or not.

wc : 628

taglist - @ang3lc

a/n : sorry this literally took forever, I'll try my hardest to stay consistent with this but please let me know if you have any feedback, or comments

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puzzled-pegasus · 1 year ago

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wof headcanons but theyre oddly food and substance related for some reason

Although I understand why Tui didn't include very much info abt alchohol or drugs in a kids book there is an extreme lack of culinary related world building so here are some ideas I had while on this train of thought :)

SeaWings tend to be foodies and are generally given cooking classes in school. Which if you think about it, is rather important, because like 60 percent of the creatures in the ocean are poisonous and the rest have parasites and nasty germs so they need to know whats up when it comes to food safety.

SeaWings use a lot of citrus in their food and drinks and they also use it for fragrances and stuff they just really like it

SeaWing nobles commonly eat fugu and there have been assassinations where a chef was bribed to not properly take out the poison so the dragon eating it would die

SeaWings drink to taste. SkyWings drink to forget what century it is.

SkyWings typically eat their meat raw but on special occasions they will barbecue it and put some spices n stuff on it. They don't eat much else besides meat but they do like spicy things like peppers and they also like strong onion or garlic flavors. The little masochists. Anyway,

SkyWings don't really like sweet things and many of them can't even taste them so they're like wtf is a dessert

man do they love them some olives tho. Olives everywhere. In their drink. Out of the jar. On their meat. Oil on their scales. Oil in their hygiene products. They started trading them from the Sand and SeaWings millennia ago but theyve selectively bred ones that grow in the mountains

This one's more drugs than food but SkyWings will sometimes take some kind of stimulant before battle like a beserker so they're all fired up heheh

MudWings are excellent meal preparers and sibs like to all cook together so they'll make a big pot of stew or something

They like bread and desserts, they have easy access to sugar cane being along the east coast and they also use a lot of honey. They're re into canning stuff too, they have a lot of raspberries and blackberries and strawberries in their temperate forest areas and they grow them to make jam and wine and they use honey to make mead

basically they are Cottagecore(TM) and I love them

They also eat lots of freshwater fish and crawfish and whatnot

And they also eat a lot of tatoes

Vanilla grows in the swamps, they use that in their cakes

MudWings deserve some appreciation goddamnit their kingdom is biologically diverse and beautiful

SandWings have tequila because. Yknow. Cactus.

They eat a lot of bugs and lizards, they don't really need to eat every day so it's not a huge deal

they do like coconuts tho and they use coconut oil in a lot of their hygiene products as well as in their cooking

They deep fry a lot of shit. Idk where i got this but trust me. They love things with lots of fat in it bc they need all they can get

Really sticky sweet desserts and candy; enjoyers of those one lollipops with the mealworms or whatever tf in them

also canning stuff like bone broth is very important

pickled cactus as well

rhey probably have a festival when cactus fruit goes in season

what even is IceWing cuisine.

Well way up north where there's nothing but ice it's pretty bad and the dragons have to eat just plain ass meat and seafood, but down into the tundras there's some pretty good stuff like cinnamon, pines for tea, honey berries, and other foraging as well as more diversity of meats

They would probably eat sushi

All the other tribes like to make fun of them and rightfully so bc their food is so plain

they make good honey berry wine tho

Maube that's why theyre so damn grumpy

RainWings are expert foragers ofc but they don't really feel the need to prepare their food in any way

They are, however, in constant dire need of sodium because they get absolutely none from their fruit

So anything salty is wow

Maybe rhey have a place near the mud kingdom border where they can grow some asparagus for salt

they are also the only tribe besides Night that can eat chocolate but forgor 💀 how to make it so the NightWings and them have to re figure it out together

Salted dark chocolate bing bang boom instant delicacy

NightWings used to be able to cook really well, especially desserts and pastry, but they forgor while they were trying to not die on the volcano

#wof #wings of fire #wof headcanons #this one is really long im sorry #food #alcohol #tw drug mention

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kittyoncescribbled · 3 months ago

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Check-Mate, part 4.

Summary: Mihawk thought he was too old to believe in silly things like love at first sight, but things change;

Word count: 2,624;

Rating/Content Warnings: PG-16, fem reader;

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Mihawk learned to loathe the silence; when he got up early, he craved the little noises that you would make around the house: the shower running, you rummaging through your things, the little tunes you would hum to yourself while getting ready for the day. The way you always had coffee in his cup when he entered the kitchen, or how you kept a mental note of his favorite dishes and cooked them quite frequently.

He realized this wasn’t like him, as someone who looked for peace and balance. That morning, he was still in his quarters, fresh from the shower and with shaving cream along his face and neck, while he reflected on the small changes he had made in his routine and preferences to accommodate you. The truth is that he didn’t mind it one bit and was happy to concede to you, but after so much time being used to having other people bend to his will, it felt strange to be wrapped around your finger.

His train of thought was interrupted by a blood-curdling scream coming from the kitchen.

Without thinking twice, Mihawk ran downstairs, grabbing the closest thing he could find — a small dagger — and busted into the kitchen, looking for the one person who had the audacity to enter his home.

You were kneeling close to the fridge, holding on to a spatula for dear life while shaking and silently weeping, while Shanks and Beckman stood in the middle of the room, both confused and surprised; Shanks was closer to you, halfway down to a kneeled position and reaching out to you so as to try to calm you down without actually touching you while Beckman stood back, flabbergasted. Mihalk could feel the beginning of a migraine coming, which only happened whenever he saw Shank’s face, but he merely lowered his weapon and came close to you, putting you back on your feet. “Come on, Y/N, it’s fine. Shanks and Beckman are not welcome, but they are not going to hurt you either.” Your skin felt cold and clammy through the thin material of your clothes, and you still had your spatula held tight against your chest as if that was the thing that would keep you safe. “Sorry girl, wasn’t trying to scare anyone,” Shanks said while rubbing his neck, “We’re just not used to Hawkeye having company, so we weren’t expecting to see anyone else around here. But not gonna lie, it was almost worth scaring you so we could see Hawkeye with shaving cream all over his face.”

You wiped the tears away with the back of your hand and giggled while Mihawk could feel his irritation growing. “I am going back upstairs; I will be back in a moment.” Mihawk turned around and went back to his quarters so he could clean himself up and get his annoyance under control — which did take him a while. As much as he respected Shanks for the pirate he way, there was no denying that the redheaded had a knack for getting under his skin.

When he got back into the kitchen, you had already whipped a full-on breakfast feast for the two pirates: a pile of pancakes topped with berries and drizzled with honey, bacon, eggs, orange juice, and jam jars were spread on the kitchen table, and you were sitting between the two men while Mihawk’s cup, unattended, was close to the coffee pot. Shanks had his mouth half-full telling you a story while Beckman drank a cup of juice, and you listened closely to whatever Red was saying. Mihawk had no clue how you made yourself so comfortable around Shanks in such little time, but that was the effect he had on people; while Mihawk imposed respect with his mere presence, many were fooled by Shanks' relaxed and laid-back posture, unaware of how dangerous he could be.

Pouring himself some coffee, Mihawk stood back while admiring the scene unfolding at his own kitchen table: you, in your yellow summer dress, and your hair falling down your shoulders, giggling and blushing while Shanks had his arm around your chair. Mihawk turned his back to the both of you as he could feel his eye twitch out of annoyance, and his jaw started to hurt from clenching it too much. When Mihawk turned back again, he saw Shanks fishing a piece of pancake out of your dish and using it to spoon some extra honey and, for some reason, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

“Alright, I think that is enough. Darling,” he said, guiding you up from your chair and directing you to the back door with one hand on your small back while handing you your plate with the other, “would you mind having breakfast in the garden while I talk with Shanks and his man?” Without really having an option, you grabbed your glass, took your plate, and went out to leave the men to discuss their business amongst themselves.

Shanks watched you leave and looked up to Mihawk, who was still standing. “A princess, Hawkeye? Well, I never took you for the type to-”

“Shut up, Red. Just say what you came here to say and leave.” Shanks raised his brows and smiled mischievously, popping a blueberry into his mouth. “C'mon, Hawkeye, you have a pretty little thing, a runaway pretty little thing, living with you in this big ass castle, and you don't want us to talk about it?”

“Precisely. She is staying here as bounty hunters knew she would be with the straw hats, and some of them were stupid enough to try kidnapping her from their ship. So if you go around opening that big mouth of yours, you are defeating the whole purpose of Y/N being here.”

“Oh, and that's the only reason why she's here?”

“Why else would she be here, Red?”

“Who posed the idea for her to stay here, Hawkeye?”

Mihawk could feel the vein on his forehead popping, the way only Shanks could do.

“Red, I will not discuss the ins and outs of my arrangement with Y/N. Just say what you came here to say, grab your men and leave.”

“Oh, so we're on a first-name basis, huh? And you called her ‘darling’ before… Nice, nice.” Shanks winked at Mihawk and Beckman snorted and laughed, which just made the swordsman even more annoyed. “But I'm merely here because I need to cross-check some information.”

By the time Shanks came out to the garden to say goodbye, your breakfast was long gone, and you were merely enjoying the view accompanied by Midnight. The pirate sat by your feet in the chaise lounge with a mischievous smile as he could see Mihawk glaring at him through the windows. The swordsman couldn't hear what was being said, but he saw you throwing your head back in laughter, lightly clapping your hands. Even the damned cat was favoring Shanks, as it was now rubbing all over his legs, begging for scritches. Eventually, Shanks got up, and you did as well, hugging him before the red-haired came back inside, where Beckman waited for him. Tapping Mihawk on the shoulder, Shanks signaled to his right-hand man that they were leaving. “We'll stop bothering you for now, Hawkeye. But don't worry, your secret is safe with us.”

Mihawk merely finished his cup of coffee, which had gone cold by this point, and let Shanks and Beckman let themselves out. When you came back to the kitchen, with Midnight held in one hand and balancing your cup on top of your plate in your other hand, he could swear that he could still smell Shanks’ cologne on your, making him involuntarily scrunch up his nose.

“You should have told me about your friends. They're fun!” You said joyfully while starting to clean up the kitchen. “Shanks has a lot of stories, and Beckman is such a nice guy. Too bad my first impression wasn't the best.” Mihawk scoffed an rolled his eyes; like so many people, you weren’t immune to Shanks’ charm.

“They shouldn't be walking into someone's house without making their presence known. They shouldn't have scared you like that.”

“It was a bit embarrassing, wasn't it?”

“It was understandable.”

You smiled at him, still organizing things, pouring more coffee into his cup. “You’re too kind, Mihawk.”

He took a sip of his coffee and thought to himself how to word what he wanted to say. He wasn't the best with words or gestures, but he felt the need to do something.

“Darling, would you mind not being around while I cook dinner tonight? Just be sure to be down at seven.” You looked at him with a worried look on your face; Mihawk thought you looked almost hurt.

“Sure, sure… No problem.” You pressed your lips in a tight smile and grabbed Midnight, about to leave the kitchen.

“Y/N?” Mihawk called, and you stopped, turning around to face him. “Please don’t think there is anything wrong. I am just trying… something different.” You tilted your head while looking at him. “Didn’t take you for someone who would intentionally step out of your routine.”

“Me neither.”

Given that Mihawk seemed to consider that dinner important, you took your time preparing for it. You came down the stairs wearing an off-shoulder black dress paired with black pumps, your hair in an updo, and light makeup. The only piece of jewelry you had was a small golden cross on a thin chain around your necklace.

This was the closest you looked to the picture in your wanted poster and Mihawk stared at you unashamedly while you took a moment to look around the dining room: you had never seen it lit by so many candles, and the flower arrangement in the middle of the table was breathtaking: a mixture calla lilies, pink camellias, gardenias and red roses; You could smell the food and see a very expensive bottle of wine open in the decanter. Mihawk had clearly put a lot of thought into that dinner, and you felt touched by the gesture. Shyly, you walked until you were close to the chair he had pulled out for you and sat down, with the smell of the swordsman's cologne engulfing you like a cloud.

“You really didn't have to do all of this, Mihawk.” You said softly, clutching your hands. “You've done so much for me already, I should be the one doing something like this.”

“Darling, please. I am trying to do something.”

“What is it that you're trying to do?”

He poured you a glass of wine and didn’t respond, simply looking at you. Mihawk admired the blush that slowly crept on your neck and ears; under his intense gaze, you felt like a prey under the scrutiny of a predator, but it didn't make you want to run — in a weird way, it made you want to see what would come next; you didn't feel threatened at all, you felt just the thrill of the chase and desperately wanted to know what would happen next.

Mihawk could sense your eagerness and, smugly, chose to do things even slower: bringing out dinner, he enthralled you into a conversation about nothing of substance — he, who hated small talk, coaxed you into telling him all about your homeland: the food, the people, the clothes, the traditions… he managed to keep you speaking throughout the meal, from entrées to dessert.

As much as he thought he wasn't good when it came to expressing his feelings (and Mihawk would definitely throw himself out of the highest window he could find if anyone ever came close of thinking of him battling his feelings), Mihawk had acts of service as his love language; during the time you two had spent together, he had taken mental notes of the things you liked and disliked, and he made sure to prepare a dinner with all of your favorites.

Still listening attentively to you, Mihawk took you by the hand and guided you to the garden, where his old record player was already set up. An old-timey song played softly, just enough for you to feel the beat and get yourself immersed in the atmosphere — just like Mihawk wanted.

Taking you by the hand, Mihawk started slowly waltzing with you in the garden. You felt your head spinning, breathless, as it was almost too much — the soft lights, the fireflies around, the perfume of the flowers, and the music. He could see that you were almost overwhelmed, your eyes dazed and glossy.

“Can I ask you a question?” you said in a small voice, looking up at him; Mihawk acquiesced with a nod. “You keep calling me darling, but… You had never called me that before today. Why?”

With a deep breath, the swordsman looked up to the night sky, trying to string the words correctly to try and convey exactly what he wanted; even though he was someone who was known for being precise and clear-cut, Mihawk wasn't exactly known for being talkative or expressive - quite the contrary, actually. “Miss Y/N, I do admit that I was intrigued by you since I first saw you; you stood out with the strawhats in such a way that I could not stop myself from gravitating towards you. Of course, by then I already knew some pieces of your story, the little information that had been divulged in the newspapers, but during that game of chess we had, even though we didn't speak much, I felt drawn to you. Asking you to move here was definitely something out of character for me, but the thought of you moving on with the strawhats and getting hurt was unbearable. Having you here was… different. Even though I have had long-term visitors before, having Roronoa and Perona around was similar to living with two toddlers, as they cannot be around each other without bickering; but you made this house into a home, somehow, despite being here for such little time. And earlier today, when I saw you and Shanks… it irritated me. Deeply. Because I don't want to have anyone having that, the domestic feeling that I have with you. Being completely honest, ‘darling’ was more of a warning to Shanks - not that it matters, as he couldn't care less. I just wanted him to leave us alone. I don't want to share you, Y/N.”

You looked at him, big eyes going all over his face, trying to understand the meaning behind his words. Mihawk saw you parting your lips slightly, trying to come up with something to say, but he couldn't resist the urge to slide his hand on your waist up to your nape and better angle your face so he could kiss you.

You gasped, surprised, feeling his beard tickling your face and his breathing against your skin; your pillowy lips, soft and warm, felt heavenly against his own. Closing your eyes, you shyly held onto his collar as Mihawk held you tightly, pressing his body into yours. He could feel how hard and fast your heart was beating as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, enjoying the gasp he got out of you and the way your knees stopped working for a second; as much as he wanted to keep you there forever

Mihawk didn't want to stop kissing you, but he had to, as he could feel you getting out of breath. He pressed his forehead against yours, watching you trying to catch your breath, your chest moving rapidly and your cheeks flushed. “If we are ever to come close to Shanks again, he better keep his hand to himself.”

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isaacvalley · 5 months ago

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Who’s your favourite character to draw? This is not limited to ghost eyes, I mean just in general!

OH I HAVE SO MANYYYY

Tobias Schneien , Uni Cornelius, Berry Jars n Jam, Dog Man and Petey, Isaac the Lion, and soooo many others… ^_^ also Valley as well but he isn’t a character he’s my headmate !!!

(pictures in order: Uni, Valley, Isaac the Lion, Tobias, Berry Jars, and petey ^_^)

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no-context-lalas · 1 year ago

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Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

Sunny, Berry, and Marina have all joined my collection!

Left to right: Sunny Side Up (carry case playhouse exclusive), Berry Jars n' Jam (Berry's Kitchen playset exclusive), Marina Anchors (Silly Funhouse line)

#lalaloopsy #dollblr #toyblr #doll collector #my lalas #< dont use this tag when you reblog

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losfacedevil · 1 year ago

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Change // SFK (Pt 6)

a/n ~ Things are starting to get real. I hope you all love this as much as I loved writing it.

CATCH UP ON ALL THINGS FARMERS MARKET HERE!

“So what did your little girlfriend want the other night that couldn’t wait until morning?” Danny teased, pulling the jars of pickles Sam had finally mastered out of the refrigerator.

Sam shrugged his shoulders softly, his mind still reeling with what she had confided in him. He slowly made up her basket - this one purple - and Danny quickly loaded up the rest of the weeks product into his milk crates. Sam replayed their conversation over and over, realizing just how her tone of voice had changed the more she spoke.

“He said god awful things to me.”

“Did he yell at you a lot?”

“On and off he did, yeah. So it’s still a big trigger.”

He shook his head, clearing his mind of the thoughts of her as he turned to face Danny. The older boy quirked a brow, sliding a jar of bruise berry jam across the counter.

“She claims she just wanted to know who the number belonged to. But honestly? I think she just needed someone to talk to.” He shrugged again, slipping two jars of sweet chili pickles into the basket. Danny nodded, turning on his heel to grab another milk crate from the stack behind him.

“I told you, there was something about you that was drawing her to you. The fact that she called you when she could have called anyone? It says a lot.” Danny couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he hoisted the milk crate off of the counter and turned on his heel to make his way towards the pick up truck.

Sam pulled a deep breath in through his nose, gently rearranging everything in the basket until he was satisfied with how it looked. He was surprised to hear his phone chime with an incoming text, knowing Danny would just yell if he needed help.

“Was that you?” He called out, quickly pulling his phone out of his pocket. He couldn’t help the soft smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as his phone screen came to life.

Fia

Good morning, my love, I’ll see you soon!

~*~*~

Sophia was shaking with nerves, quickly hitting send on the text she had been toying around with all morning. She slid her phone across the kitchen counter, turning her attention to the bread she had placed in the toaster rather than the fact that she had sent Sam a silly good morning text.

Her toaster popped at the same time her phone chimed, causing her breath to catch in her throat as she slowly opened the jar of bruise berry jam. She took her time slowly spreading the jam across the warm toast, making sure to keep her eyes trained on the task at hand as a reminder chime sounded.

She took a deep breath, letting her eyes flutter shut and took a bite of her breakfast before turning her attention to her phone. She steeled herself, trying to mentally prepare for disappointment if it wasn’t a response from him before lifting her phone. The device came to life as she swiped her finger across the screen and she felt the blush begin to creep up her neck.

Samuel <3

Good morning sweet girl, did you sleep well? Let me know when you get to the market and I’ll meet you at the gate. See you later!

She pulled a shuddering breath in through her nose, the smile kissing her lips reaching up to touch the corners of her eyes. Her head fell back as she clutched the phone to her chest, the emotions dancing through her veins overwhelming her and she willed back the tears that pricked at her eyes.

“It’s just Sammy, he just wants to get to know you.” She mumbled, quickly shooting back a confirmation text.

Sophia turned on her heel, toast in hand and she made her way towards her bedroom. Her mind was set on her favorite spaghetti strap sundress, one that she wasn’t allowed to wear because it showed too much cleavage for her ex’s liking.

~*~*~

Danny rolled his eyes as Sam’s phone chimed for the tenth time, pulling his attention away from the booth set up once more. The older boy knocked the phone out of Sam’s hand, scooping it up and sliding it into his own pocket.

“You can have it back once you help me finish this set up.” Danny grumbled, ignoring the side long glare Sam shot him as he started to quickly set up his baskets of product. A sigh slipped past Sam’s lips as he bent down to grab the jars of pickles only to realize one had broken in transit.

“Daniel, you didn’t tell me a jar of pickles broke.” Sam whined, carefully picking up the cracked jar and turned to toss it in the trash can.

“I didn’t even realize which means the truck bed is gonna reek!” He groaned, reaching up to scrub a hand down his face. Sam shook his head lightly, shrugging his shoulders as he dug his hand into Danny’s pocket for his phone.

“We’ll hit it with the hose later, Jake will never know. But I’ll be right back, I told Sophia I would meet her at the gate when she got here.” Sam mumbled, throwing his thumb over his shoulder as he started to make his way towards the patron parking lot.

Sam’s eyes wandered about the booths, taking in all of the beautiful things people had made to try and make a living off of. From fresh produce to the daintiest crystal jewelry there was a little bit of everything this week. He made a mental note of some of the sellers, hoping to catch up with them after the market had ended.

He spotted her car instantly, watching as she slipped out of the drivers seat and reached down to smooth out her dress. Sam’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her, his eyes dancing down her figure and landing on the dainty gold anklet around her ankle.

Sophia caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye, a soft blush kissing her cheeks as she realized he had stopped in his tracks and his eyes were trained fully on her. She put on a little show, keeping her head down and twirling in his direction so her skirt flowed on the soft breeze.

She lifted her head, making a show of tucking her hair behind her ear before her eyes met his. She waved gently in his direction before slowly making her way over to where he stood. A soft smile kissed his lips as he took her in.

“Hi.” She breathed, the smile kissing her lips meeting her eyes and he took a step towards her.

“Hey.” His chest vibrated with nerves, a feeling he hadn’t ever felt around her.

Sophia wrung her hands out in front of her, digging the toe of her shoe into the dirt below her feet. He took another step towards her, reaching out slowly to tuck the strand of hair that had come loose back behind her ear. Her eyes fluttered shut, heart hammering in her chest and she leaned into his soft touch.

She opened her arms to him, eyes gleaming as she found his and smiled warmly at him. Sam couldn’t help the nervous chuckle that escaped him as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He took mental notes as she buried her face in the soft material of his shirt. He cupped the back of her head in his hand, scratching his nails lightly against her scalp and he swayed their bodies gently.

“How was your night? No more nightmares?” Sam mumbled, resting his chin against the crown of her head. Sophia shook her head gently, tightening her arms around his middle.

“No, not last night at least. The other night was rough though but it was super late so I didn’t want to bother you.” She kept her voice soft, the words slipping past her lips in a tiny formation compared to his booming voice. Sam let his eyes flutter shut, reveling in the soft scent of watermelon that wafted off of her skin.

“You can bother me, any time. I promise.” He mumbled, fighting the urge to press a kiss to the crown of her head. She shrugged her shoulders gently, turning her head to rest her chin against his sternum and looked up at him.

“Thank you, really. But I don’t want to be that person.” She mumbled, watching as he turned his head downward to face her. Sam reached around a pressed the tip of his finger to the tip of her nose, a silent statement only she’d understand.

“We should probably make our way back over there before Danny has my head on a silver platter. He’s in rare form today.” A frown tugged at Sophia’s lips as she untangled herself from Sam’s embrace.

“Should I just go then? I don’t want to be a bother if he’s already upset.” Sam shook his head, placing his hand on her lower back and nodded in the direction of his booth.

“He’ll get over it, I have something for you that’s not jam.” He chuckled, slowly leading her across the field. Sophia reached out and wrapped her arm around his waist, nuzzling her head against his shoulder as the booth came into view.

Danny looked up as the couple made their way over to the booth, a soft smile playing on his lips as he saw how close they were. He bent at the waist, leaning his elbows down against the table.

“Ah so you’re the reason Sammy boys been so distracted these past few days, huh?” Danny chuckled, his eyes trained on Sam as the younger boy rounded the table and pulled the basket out from under the table. A blush spread across Sophia’s cheeks at Danny’s words, her eyes finding her feet and she shrugged gently.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be.” She mumbled, keeping her eyes trained on her feet as flashbacks erupted in her mind.

“You don’t even let me talk to my friends or play games with them anymore. I’m always with you I do everything with you and it fucking sucks. Do you know how tiring you get to be around?” He spat, ripping open the cover of his laptop. A sigh slipped past her lips and she took a step back.

“I’m sorry, I just like spending time with you. All you have to do is say the word and I’ll let you be.”

He shook his head, logging on to his messaging server before turning to face her.

“Yeah right, you needy stupid bitch.”

Tears welled in Sophia’s eyes as she looked up at Danny, the boy chuckling and snapping in her direction. Her eyes snapped to Sam, concern playing across his features as she turned on her heel and took off at a run towards the parking lot.

Danny deflated, turning to face Sam who stood to his right, arms crossed over his chest and he pinched at the bridge of his nose. He knew what had happened and knew it wasn’t his business to share. Reaching over he clapped a reassuring hand to Danny’s shoulder.

“What… what did I do? I didn’t mean to offend her.” Danny’s voice was barely above a whisper, his heart breaking for the girl who had tore away from them.

“Don’t worry about it dude, she’s okay.”

~*~*~

Sam nodded to Danny as he began the wrap up of the booth as the market came to a close for the night. He took off at a jog, hoping to catch one of the artists at a different booth before they began packing up for the night.

“Hey bud!” He called, pulling a deep breath in through his nose as he came to a stop in front of the booth.

“What’s up, man?” The other man questioned, putting a hold on packing up. Sam lifted a dainty golden anklet with small stones accenting it, and held it in the merchants direction.

“How much for this?” He asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he thought of how good it would look paired with Sophia’s original anklet.

“For a fellow merchant? Say ten bucks. For your lady?” He chuckled, taking the money Sam held out to him.

“Yeah something like that.” He mumbled, pocketing the small piece of jewelry before heading back to his own booth.

~*~*~

Sam pulled up to her house, knowing he may be overstepping boundaries but not caring about that in the moment. He knew what Danny had found as silly banter triggered her fight or flight response and she had fled the scene. He pulled his phone out and pulled her contact up, pressing the call command before pressing the phone to his ear.

She watched as his name lit up her phone screen, taking a moment to decide if she was going to answer before sliding the answer bar across the screen and pressed her phone to her ear.

“Hey, are you okay?” She sighed in response, reaching up to place a hand over her face. His eyes were trained on her house, noting that not a single light was turned on.

“Fia? Are you okay?” He tried again, silently cursing Danny for upsetting her. She knew he hadn’t meant anything malicious by it but still couldn’t help but take off. Sam pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the skin before trying one last time.

“Babe, are you okay?” He cringed slightly ad the pet name absentmindedly slipped past his lips. He could hear her shuffling around, most likely hidden in the comfort of her bed before a small voice dance down the line.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry.” She choked out, tears welling in her eyes once more. Sam shook his head wildly, even though she couldn’t see before he opened his drivers side door.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. Danny doesn’t know, your natural reactions are different than most and that’s okay.” He cooed, quickly making his way to the passengers side. He dug the small merchant bag out containing the anklet out of his pocket and slipped it into her basket before he slid her basket of farmers market goodies out of the seat.

“I grossly overreacted. Tell Danny I’m sorry please. I didn’t mean to offend him.” She sighed, letting her eyes flutter shut as the tears began to fall down her cheeks.

“You didn’t overreact. You’re still not fully in control of your emotions and that’s okay. Big feelings exist and it’s okay to feel those big feelings.” Sam cooed, making his way to her front porch and gently placed the basket down on her stoop. He pulled his phone away from his ear briefly, snapping a photo and sent it to her in a text. He scurried away quickly, hopping back into his car and sped off.

“Sammy, what’s this?” He could hear the excitement in her voice as the shuffling of her blankets faded away and that of footsteps on stairs sounded.

“I think doordash dropped you off a little pick me up. They said the prettiest girl ever needed to turn her frown upside down.” He chuckled, pulling over up the street from her place.

“Pickles?! Sammy you made me pickles?! Where are you?” A smile spread across his face as her excitement grew, watching in his rear view mirror as she stepped to the edge of the stairs and peered down the street.

“Gone like speed racer, I didn’t want to overstep too many boundaries tonight.” A soft sigh slipped past her lips as her tone went from excited to almost that of disappointment.

“Come back? Maybe? Please?” He could almost hear the pout on her lips as he shook his head and began to take off.

“It’s late sweet girl, how about this? I’ll forfeit the market tomorrow morning and we can do breakfast or something? Maybe spend the day in the park. Whatever you want to do, it’s your call.”

Sam held his breath as the line went silent, he almost thought the line had gone dead before he heard the soft gasp that escaped her.

“Samuel! What is this?!” She scolded. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning say nine? Sleep well, sweet girl.”

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