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elegantgardenrunaway · 2 days ago

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If it's with you

Curly (mouthwashing) x reader

A/N: AAAAAAH FINALLY I FINISHED IT. Sorry for the delay, to be honest it was quite challenging for me to write this one. I hope I did Curly good enough for you.

This is the second (and last) part of this. But if you want to keep with the fluff then I would recommend skipping this.

Warnings: Jimmy (ofc), violence, mild gore(?), death, no happy ending (sorry guys not really), very hinted about what happened with Anya, but not explicit.

And bad grammar, probably. Sorry, English is not my first language.

He wishes he had kept his mouth shut.

Just for a day or two more, so at least the decorations wouldn't have been put to waste.

Such a birthday celebration. They must have put a lot of effort into it and he had to go and ruin everything.

Their reactions are still burning in his mind, like burning coal scorching his brain; Anya's worried voice, Swansea sarcastic remarks, Daisuke’s silence, Jimmy's accusations, your blank expression looking at the plate while you gripped the fork with white knuckles. No matter what, they are always there.

He sighs heavily, he needs to get to work soon.

He doesn't know how he will face the others now.

Yet he doesn't move, doesn't even hear that someone has entered the lounge. He later hears the shuffle of the couch as someone sits besides. He doesn't bother to look up nor start a conversation, too drained to give an explanation or even a half joke to break the ice.

They stand up again. He thinks they are going to leave him alone.

Then he hears the radio being turned on, followed by the sound of music, banishing the silence in the air.

He turns up, surprised and confused, finding you walking back to him with a nervous smile on your face.

For some reason, he's relieved that you are not Jimmy.

I mean, he definitely wouldn't do something like this.

You took his hands, lightly pulling him up. His hands had brushed against yours more than one time, on accident that is, due to your jobs or as a playful row during game nights. Now he realizes how warm and comforting your hands are to the point he hardly notices that he went up on his own, following you.

“Do you like to dance, Captain?” Your voice takes him out of his trance.

He blinks “... What?”

“... Um… Do you… do you like to dance? We can dance if you want. It's still your birthday party and it shouldn't end like this. Please, at least one dance”

He looked at them, dance… Dance? In a moment like this?

“We still have work to do,” he said, trying to give an excuse to get out of this.

“To hell with work,” you responded as you guided him “Forget the work, the company, everything. Tomorrow we'll drown. Today? Today we dance”

… That doesn't sound so bad.

He looks at your eyes. They hold such determination even if you look nervous. Your hands, your hands were holding him, he felt grounded. He repeated your words in his mind:

Today we dance. Ha, he isn't very good at it. He doesn't dance a lot, never had the time in a work like this.

He didn't refuse your proposal, didn't have the heart to tell you no, but he warned you about his lack of skill on the dance floor.

You laughed, he didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or offended or both, but your later reassurance lifted a weight from his shoulders. Soon he's holding you in his arms, bodies close, his head resting on you as you sway with the melody. His body is relaxed and the worries about the future are temporarily forgotten from his mind.

You don't judge him nor think less of him. Instead, you go at his pace and encourage him to try something different, something new, even if he's not really good at it, he can still learn.

Especially if it's with you.

Time seemed to disappear for both of you. A song became two, became three, became four until you had to let each other go, you had to go back to work.

But he didn’t want to do that. He wished he could stay with you, just a little bit longer.

But when you accepted that the time was up, you agreed to meet again for your next class the following day in the morning before work.

He was the first one to arrive. Entering the lounge way before your agreement. The holographic screen still shows the night sky. He didn't sleep, he couldn't. His friend has been giving him the cold shoulder and the rest of his crew is still shaken up from the news. Even though you tried to hide it, he still noticed.

And then, there is him. With a good reference secured. Which is good, but then again he still needs to figure out what he wants to do once he steps down for good.

What was life before the Tulpar? Who was Curly before the captain?

“Good morning” you yawned, trying to fix your appearance and open your eyes a little bit more “I see you're early, how long have you been here?”

“Uh?” He quickly turned upon hearing you, looking at you for a few seconds with a mixture of guilt and gratitude, he knew you were giving up some of the few hours of sleep you had in favor of this and he appreciates that. If the coffee machine wasn't empty, he would've made some for you.

“Oh, no… I just arrived, you have nothing to worry about” he lied and walked to your side “Thank you for doing this”

“Uh, don't mention it” you mumbled, yawning once more.

“Can I offer you something? Well, anything that is not coffee that is…”

“Heh, I'm alright, don't worry about it. Shall we start?”

How fast can someone get interested in another person?

Not to say he didn't pay attention to you before. It's just that now he does it in a different way, another eyes, another heart.

Suddenly he sees your expression when you smile, the wrinkles on your face when you laugh at Daisuke's bad jokes or the sudden energy boost you get with him and Anya, ; the way you listen to Swansea's rants or roll your eyes at Jimmy. Which he doesn't really like.

For six days you had taught Curly the basics of dance.

For six mornings Curly had felt excitement of waiting for a new day. He wanted to learn about dancing, learn about you.

And then …

System Failure

"…"

He wished he wasn't so stupid. That he was a better man and stopped Jimmy, gave him a better punishment for his actions. But then again, his options weren't very promising, especially if it involved everyone's last pay.

But maybe he's just making excuses.

He wants to scream, to apologize, to Anya, to Swansea, Daisuke and you.

Maybe he wasn't the one who set up the ship towards the asteroid, but practically served the option for Jimmy in a silver plate. So it was the same, at least in his mind, as if he was the one in the seat.

It kills him, it kills him to be a prisoner in his own, decaying body that refused to die or at least that the other refused to let die. He now has to depend on Anya —as if things weren't nightmarish enough — to even breathe properly.

You started to help Anya a little bit after he got stabilized. Seeing how she was struggling with him, you wanted to relieve some of the burden from her shoulders. The first thing you did was try to give him his pills. He will never forget the look on your eyes, the shine of betrayal and uncertainty, you seemed to be observing a bizarre creature, a monster.

That made him feel he was burning all over again.

And despite that, you did it again. You continued to give him his pills and learn from Anya how to take care of him the best you could with the little equipment you had, the fearful and horrified expression you desperately tried to conceal for his sake turned to a resigned, yet kind one. You get used to the bandages, the smell of burned fresh he still emits and soon replace Anya on the duty of giving him his pills, giving the woman a little peace of mind.

You talk to him, more often than not, you tell him about your day, the plans to have to ensure your survival, what would you do once you get back to earth, the ideas you have to get another job and one of two comments about redoing the dance lessons once he recovers from his injuries, though clarifying that it was only if he was interested. As if you would survive this.

For him, that was what was keeping him alive. He could only dream of that future you were telling him, the things you were telling yourself to give both of you hope, to desperately keep the shine in your eyes to keep shining.

Though that could only work for so long. Especially after you and the rest of the remaining crew discovered the contents of the cargo.

Mouthwash.

So that's what he was dedicating his own life for, the reason he was climbing ladders for…

He couldn't help but let out a pained chuckle, surprising you, making you look as if he just performed a miracle.

Well, he supposes that if is his suffering all it takes to impress you, then he'll gladly give it to you. Anything that could give you some hope.

Things started spiraling, you had told him and sometimes he could even hear it from his spot in the infirmary. How Swansea broke his sobriety after all these years, how Daisuke started to drink too, how Anya and you tried to keep the situation at float, but what he was most scared of was how Jimmy seemed to start to act more… aggressive. If that was even possible. He was more demanding, more prone to outburst and you and him had had rows more often.

He would be lying if he was afraid that he would do something to you. You, who still tries to hold some hope and share it with him. You are a balm that manages to soothe at least some of the despair that crushes his chest and the electric torture his own muscles give him.

He promises himself, that if you two get out of here alive and manages to at least become a somewhat functional living being, even if it meant having some kind of shitty prosthetics, even if he had to learn to walk again, he would take you to a nice place, get you some nice clothes and dance with you all night.

Yes, yes he would. And for that, he needs to keep himself alive. To take responsibility for what happened, to have a life with you.

Then suddenly, one day you came, with a look of shock. You didn't say too much that day, only a few words.

“I know... I-I know what he did”

And you didn't need to say anything else.

And you stopped talking to him for what felt like an eternity. It was a week and a half, but with the silence of the room and Anya and Jimmy being the only ones coming here, it was torture for him.

He never thought he would feel more relieved when you started talking to him again. He cried, it hurted, it hurted like hell. You shushed him gently.

But you never talked about the future again. Sometimes you still didn't talk at all, the shine in your eyes replaced by a resignation that gave him chills.

And then, everything fell apart the moment Anya locked herself in the nursery, asking if you could look after Daisuke to make sure he was doing okay, she could give him his medicines, assuring you that she was capable and that you didn't need to worry about it.

She didn't give him his medicines.

Instead, he was forced to witness how she twitched and withered on the floor until her body no longer moved.

He heard Daisuke's screams before he appeared from that vent. The young boy saw Anya, eyes glossy and horrified and tried to beg for her to talk, hoping that she was still somewhat alive, to tell him everything would be okay. And between guilty sobs, he mentioned Jimmy's name and that you were gravely injured too.

His heart stopped at that moment.

What happened to you? What did he do? Are you okay? Will you make it? Or is it too late for you too?

It couldn't be, it couldn't.

Then everything seemed to happen in a blur, he barely remembers what came next. Jimmy and Swansea were in the infirmary, the latter betaring the first one for his foolishness, for what he did to you and Daisuke. When they inevitably found nothing that would help them, they left. An hour or so later, Daisuke's screams echoed through the hall. The door was upon, but the position they were on didn't allow him to see much. But he did see how Swansea held the ax above Daisuke. Then, Daisuke's breathing stopped echoing in the halls, then Jimmy came and grabbed the gun….

The fucking gun that was under him all along.

The gun Anya hid because she was afraid of him. And he couldn't understand why at that time.

And now that he does, he can't help but laugh, as strong as his body allows him. He can't do anything anymore, he's fucking useless, he can't do a damn thing. He can't be a good captain, a good friend.

A fucking decent human being in general.

Then there came the struggling, the echo of the gunshots.

He knew he was next.

He thought he was next.

He wished he was next.

How? How could he not see the type of creature that it was Jimmy?

His crew, what once was his crew, their bodies, crudely slumped against the chairs around the table. A party, for the death and the damned, a judgment for the two sinners left in this godforsaken coffin.

Your body was on the left, next to Anya's corpse. The way blood seeped from your face told a horrifying story of your last moments on this world, at the mercy of the monster that now held him. How he wished he could have been there, to protect you, to protect all of them.

How he wished this was nothing but a nightmare, that he could wake up at any moment, go to the lounge and wait for you to appear in your groggy state, still having droll on your cheek and your uniform all messy. He would give you something to drink, maybe not coffee. The machine would always be empty.

But once again, his illusions were shattered with the piercing pain of the knife sawing his flesh.

He screamed, from the pain of his flesh being slayed and his bone being broken, from the sight of his crew rotting around a table, reduce as nothing put twisted puppets for Jimmy's entertainment, for the person he cherished and gave him a reason to keep going, the one who gave him a future, gave him bliss even if they were on the bottom of the deeps of hell and made him feel that his dreams were true, motionless in front of him, and he wasn't able to even say goodbye.

He wasn't even granted the mercy of death. The demon didn't allow it. His twisted conscience believed he could somehow redeem himself if he managed to keep him alive.

Even if it means feeding him his own leg.

Even if it means putting him in the last cryopod while the coward escaped by the least painful way.

He didn't even have the strength to curse him one last time.

As the cold ice burned his exposed flesh, he couldn't help but wonder if things could have been different somehow. If he had the strength to oppose Jimmy, to at the very least stop him from crashing the ship. Would it be different?

It probably doesn't matter anymore. Not when he is going to spend the next twenty years or so frozen in time. He doesn't want anyone to come, a captain must go down with the ship after all.

Death sounds better if you are waiting for him on the other side.

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spicyspiders · 12 hours ago

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hiiiiiiiiii what’s up

popped by to ask for the finest of smut there ever was (if requests are open). plain and simple, reader celebrates his birthday with logan, and gets the best birthday sex when they get back to his place. ta-da! ✋🏻🤚🏻 praise +, vocal ++

(I’d let that man claw my insides if you catch my drift)

😼

Hope you like it!

“If I fall,” you say as Logan leads you to his door, or at least that’s where you hope he’s leading you.

“I wouldn’t let you fall,” Logan responds protectively as he opens the door.

“Why am I even blindfolded? Aren’t we home?” You ask, itching to take the blindfold off.

“You can’t see your next gift until it’s ready,” Logan says, pushing you with his hands on your shoulders, “go take a shower while I finish setting it up,” he says, flicking the bathroom light on.

“Yes, sir,” you respond, saluting the man, keeping your hand to your forehead even as he rolls his eyes and leaves the bathroom.

You couldn’t even think of what Logan had planned next. The gifts started this morning when Logan woke you up with breakfast in bed, and it has been going steady since then. The latest one was a nice dinner at a restaurant you didn’t even know was in the area, which was so good you didn’t even have any leftovers.

“Hey,” Logan said, pulling back the shower curtain, “put this on when you get out,” he said, flashing a fluffy looking robe into your vision before you heard the sound of it flopping onto the counter.

“Why?” You ask, rolling your eyes as Logan’s eyes roam your wet body, “Logan,” you hiss, snapping your fingers in his face.

“You’ll see,” Logan said with a smirk, looking you over one last time before leaving.

You towel off quickly, anticipation fueling your movements. Once the robe is on, you take the time to brush your teeth, using the time to think over once again what Logan could have planned on the other side of the door.

“Am I supposed to close my eyes?” You ask after opening the door.

“No,” Logan said with a laugh from the living room, “now get in here.”

What greets you in Logan’s living room is a massage table, surrounded by a candle on every surface. It was a romantic sight, albeit a flammable looking one.

“No rose petals?” You ask as you step up to Logan, who leans against the table, arms crossed over his chest.

“You didn’t see the bedroom on the way here?” Logan asks with a smirk. He grabs your chin when you try to crane your neck so he can press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “Take it off and lay down,” he commands softly before his lips are pressed to yours again.

You shiver when the air hits your skin. It almost annoys you as you pull off the robe you had just put on, the way Logan’s eyes watch as your body is unraveled makes it all worth it.

“On my stomach?” You ask.

Logan responds wordlessly with a nod, his eyes dark.

The towel laid out on the table is just as soft as the robe, making you shiver when your soft cock comes into contact with it. You rest your head in the face cradle and wait, full of anticipation.

You hear the sound of a cap clicking open and then moments later, his hands are on you, slick with oil. His hands start near your upper back, strong fingers digging into your shoulders. You bite your lip, trying to conceal the sounds that want to come out, but when he reaches a knot at the base of your neck, you can’t help the moan that comes forth.

“Let it out, baby,” Logan murmurs, his fingers still working through the knot.

Your cock twitches hearing the pet name as your mouth falls open around a groan as Logan’s hands go lower.

“Good boy,” he whispers as he presses the entirety of his hands on your upper back, “have you had a good day so far?”

“So far?” You ask, “is there more?” You ask, shifting your hips as your cock throbs from the pleasure Logan’s hands bring.

Logan chuckles darkly, “of course there’s gonna be more,” he says as his hands move lower. He uses a broad palm to spread your ass cheeks to drizzle oil directly onto your hole.

You jump at the sudden contact, moaning at the friction to your cock. A louder one falls from your lips when you feel a thick finger circle the edge of your hole. Logan’s finger pushes in slowly, through the tight muscle of your hole until it’s all the way inside.

“Wish you could see how well you take me,” Logan says, his voice an octave lower as he fucks his finger in and out. Another finger then joins the first to stretch your hole, Logan’s fingers searching for your prostate.

“Found it,” Logan says when you let out a loud moan. Over and over his fingers meet your prostate as you moan and groan from the stimulation. “Roll over,” Logan commands after he’s worked you up to a third thick finger.

You roll over quickly, exposing your hard, drooling cock to the air. You watch with a hammering heart as Logan pulls his clothes off and coats his cock with the oil on your skin.

“C’mere,” he says, moving to the front of the table to grab your ankles. He pulls your body towards his and lifts one of your legs to rest on his broad shoulder. His hands to your chest, kneading the skin under his palms as he slowly pushed inside.

You wrap your other land around his waist after Logan bottoms out with his long, thick cock.

“Good?” Logan asks breathlessly.

“Good,” you respond, “full,” you say, clenching down on his cock.

Logan's head falls back as your hole flutters around his cock, warmth settling in your belly as you watch him moan.

The table creeks once Logan starts thrusting, nearly making you nervous that it’ll fall, but the thought leaves your head when his cock meets your prostate. Logan tweaks your nipples with his slick fingers, which only adds to the pleasure coursing through your body.

Your nipples feel hot and puffy once Logan moves on, leaving your nipples to cool under the oil, leaving them all the more sensitive. The only direction his hands have to go is down, but you still feel caught off guard when one of his hands wraps around your cock. He strokes it to the rhythm of his thrusts, making it only take a few slick pulls for you to cum.

Your hands wrap around the sides of the table as your back arches, Logan stroking you through your orgasm. Ropes of white shoot from your cock, mixing with the oil and sweat on your chest. Your back falls onto the table with a punched-out sound, your cock softening as Logan continues to fuck your hole.

Logan’s thrusts stutter to a halt, his moans bouncing off the walls of his living room as he falls over the edge. He runs his hands along your thighs as he comes down, his eyes moving slowly up your body, drinking the sight of you in.

Logan presses a kiss to your ankle before he puts your legs down. He leaves only to return minutes later with a wet, warm towel to clean you off. He wipes you down with gentle movements, taking extra care to not stimulate your oversensitive cock.

“Have you always had this?” You ask after Logan deems you clean and starts wiping himself off.

“It was a rental,” Logan says, “why?” He asks with a smirk, “should I keep it for when my birthday comes around?”

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demonpiratehuntress · 2 days ago

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anxious

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - you're very anxious and prone to panic attacks, and your boyfriend seems to forget that after a bad mission.

warnings - a little bit of angst, mean and kind of toxic Ace, hurt/comfort, panic attack triggers (or at least they are for my anxiety, idk about you guys but a warning anyway)

You were just trying to be thoughtful.

You hadn't known his mission had gone so sour.

It was a harmless surprise, and you hadn't known that he felt so strongly about it.

"SURPRISE!"

His expression went from anger, to shock, and back to anger in the span of ten seconds as he realised what was happening. One look at the decorations and the cake confirmed it.

"(Name), what is this?" Ace's hard gaze turned on you.

You shrunk back a little ,not used to being on the receiving end of that look, "You never celebrate your birthday, so I wanted-"

"There's a reason I don't!" He raised his voice, making you flinch.

"I-I'm sorry-" You started, panic flooding your body. "I didn't-"

"Think? No, you didn't," he cut you off harshly. "If you were thinking, you would have asked me first!" Small flames flickered on several parts of his body as he stepped closer, glaring menacingly.

At the first sign of your body trembling, Marco stepped between the two of you, "Ace, stop."

You felt humiliated. The rest of the crew had seen everything, and your face burned with embarrassment. You shook slightly, the panic growing until you became unsteady and stumbled, catching yourself on the wall.

You turned and fled, hot tears streaming down your face.

You barely made it into the room before you couldn't take it anymore, your entire frame shaking so violently you couldn't keep your balance. You fell to your hands and knees, unable to breathe as you sobbed.

Someone came in behind you, and you made out a figure trying to help you up, but you couldn't tell who it was before you passed out.

You woke up in your bed, but with an empty spot beside you. You frowned deeply - Ace hadn't slept here with you last night. He was never that upset with you, he always craved your touch regardless.

You sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You felt horrible, not just emotionally but physically too. Still, you got up to get ready.

Your first action was to find Marco, because if Ace hadn't come back last night then it must have been the doctor who put you in your bed. Which you were grateful for, but embarrassed about.

"(Name)! How are you feeling?" He offered you a warm smile when you eventually found him.

"Better," you admitted, "But..."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's not you who needs to apologise," you sighed. "But anyway, thank you for helping me last night. Have you seen Ace?" The moment you saw Marco's expression, your anxiety returned. "What?"

"(Name)..." He sighed. "I shouldn't tell you."

"Why?" But even as you asked, unease gnawed at you slowly and made you uncertain you wanted to know the answer.

Before Marco could answer, someone's shout from outside made you freeze up.

"Ace, there you are! Finally made it back from the bar? With all those pretty women that were surrounding you, we feared the worst!"

It was a harmless joke to the crewmate who'd spoken, but those words crushed whatever hope you were holding onto that you could talk to Ace about what happened.

Marco quickly went to close the door, "You can stay here if you'd prefer not to see him." He eyed your trembling hands, then added, "I think it would be best if I go talk to him."

All you could do was nod, before you had to force yourself to sit down. The anxiety you felt increased tenfold, making your head spin. The dizziness worsened, to the point that you felt as if you were going to faint again. You tried breathing in and out deeply, but that failed and the tears came before you could stop them.

How could one small issue, that could have been talked through rationally, cause this much hurt?

When you eventually ran out of tears and stopped shaking, you decided you'd had enough. Ignoring Marco's suggestion to stay there, you left his room and left the ship, going onto the island it was docked at.

Acting as if you didn't hear the confused calls and shouts of your concerned crewmates behind you.

A hand closed around your wrist before you could get too far, and without thinking you swivelled around and punched your assailant square in the nose.

Ace let go and stumbled back, a surprised and pained grunt leaving his lips as he covered his sore appendage, "I deserve that."

"What do you want?" You asked emotionlessly, arms crossed.

"To apologise," he looked up at you, guilt clear in his eyes. Hurt and panic joined it when he reached for you again but you flinched away from him. A first.

"For insulting me or for going to be with other girls on your birthday?" You snapped, crossing your arms.

His guilt worsened, "I...both."

"This is the worst apology I've ever heard."

"Look, I'm sorry," he pleaded, "I'm really, really sorry. You didn't make me upset, you never do. I was just...the mission went bad, and I barely got out of there and I was just so frustrated that I couldn't see or think straight. And I ended up hurting the person I love the most because of it." He stepped closer slowly, shoulders sagging in relief when you didn't move away. "I know it's not an excuse, and I feel so, so horrible for being the cause of a panic attack...But please let me make it up to you, I want to celebrate my birthday with you. You're the reason I want to celebrate it now. Please..."

The sincerity of his words and the pain in his eyes were enough to convince you that he was truly sorry. You sighed, finally letting your guard back down and taking his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I forgive you, just...don't do it again. If you do I will throw you into the ocean."

His eyes lit up and he engulfed you in the tightest of hugs, "Deal!"

He sucked up to you hard the following few days, doing anything and everything you asked. He knew the crew took advantage of that and asked you to tell him to do certain things, but he never protested because he knew he had a lot to make up for.

He brought you breakfast in bed, forcing himself to wake up earlier than he would usually just to get you food for when you woke up. He made the bed and cleaned the room, organised your clothes and attended to you every need.

Because the thing about Ace is that he cares deeply, and loves even deeper. If he hurts someone he loves more than anything, he doesn't forgive himself easily and he grovels, hard. Even if you've already forgiven him.

But that's what you loved most about him, his passion for and commitment to the ones he loves.

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heartfullofleeches · 2 days ago

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What are Remmy/Sammy/Liu/Carnis/Clem/Aspen/Blacksmith doing for thanksgiving?

Also happy thanksgiving! I hope you’re feeling better and in less pain!

Remmy:

Prior to the date, he's insisting to his folks they don't need to drop by for a visit. They're both so busy with their own lives, and there's a certain someone he'd like to spend at least one Thanksgiving alone with to enjoy that quiet, domestic bliss before his family bombards them with a million questions about their future together.

"My parents couldn't come out this year... You wanna maybe stop by? I'll prepare something just for the two of us and if things feels a little lonely we can set the table with family.. Other family, I mean. The dolls... Does that sound too silly?"

Sammy:

Would sooner hole himself up for another sleepless night in the funeral home than spend the holiday with his family, but they always managed to wear him down- Possibly due to the venue being closed, but who's to say. He might be able to skip this years festivities if he has already made plans with someone else. His father would still be the grumpy hard ass he is, but any signs of wedding bells in the future and his mother will send him in your direction with a pie in hand.

Liu:

On holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving, Liu celebrates by donating their time to local food kitchens. They have nobody else to spend the day with before meeting their darling, and if they're completely alone on those days it puts them in a bad headspace. Giving back and helping out their community is another thing that grounds Liu with their humanity as their species typically cares only for themselves/the family it creates.

If their darling is in the picture, Liu halfs their day so they can spend the rest of the night with them warming up the feast they prepared in preparation.

Carnis:

"I'm t-thankful for sweets, and a warm place to sleep, and...and hot baths, and... you... Y-you're at the top of the list,but I t-thought that'd be pretty obvious... by now.."

Carnis has never heard of Thanksgiving- They don't know much about any celebrations beyond their birthday, but that technically can't be called a holiday - not until they meet you anyway. What better way to show their gratitude than to offer their meat- No? Then at least them set the table. They aren't the greatest chef right off the bat, but there must be something they can help you with. They'll get pouty if you attempt to do household chores in their stead.

They get like that any other day too, but how are they supposed to show their appreciation if you take over from them?

Clementine:

"Dinner will be ready in approximately one hundred and twenty... Correction, make that one hundred and fourty five seconds... You would like me to sit you?.. Strange."

Keeps to herself and for a period, actively seems to avoid you. She has lot to do in the kitchen afterall- Certainly isn't grappling with an bothersome emotions over not being your true family whether platonically or romantically. That would be ridiculous.

Aspen:

It's not a holiday he would celebrate on his own, but he with take whatever excuse he can muster to prepare a big meal for his spouse. Prods his darling for cherished memories of events past. While his own remains a secret, Aspen lives for the remnants of darling's life before they became one.

There are some traditional Thanksgiving foods that he does not fancy, but he will make for darling if he is a fan. Scolds them if they dare bring anything store bought into his kitchen, but if darling is sneaky enough later that evening they'll find him scarfing down a can of cranberry sauce.

Blacksmith:

"You required one of these feathery creatures, did you not? I can remove its head if the stare of its soulless eyes offends you."

Gods in their time held their own traditions, but even then Blacksmith rarely had the grace to be apart of the festivities. It's a great honor for you to share this holiday with them, and he will do everything in his power to be the model guest. It will try to be on their best behavior for you, but there are no guarantees.

#Remmy my oc #Sammy my oc #Liu my oc #Carnis my oc #Aspen my oc #The Blacksmith #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere oc #yandere scenarios

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amuseoffyre · 3 days ago

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Fyre's convention adventures - Day 2 - Secret Plans

So while it looks like I spent most of my time dashing around with muppets, I also had another little scheme up my sleeve, which had been borne out of a con server.

We discussed the thought of getting Kristian a giant birthday card to celebrate his birthday over the weekend and - as per the law of neurodiverse folks with the power of "yes and-" - it escalated a bit :D

I made a nearly 6m long scroll for him, complete with wooden handles painted to a metal-effect aesthetic, trimmed with glittery tape, and bound with a black velvet ribbon in a Calypso-themed velvet pouch. Two days before the con. No, I was not sleeping much, why do you ask?

When I wasn't herding muppets, I was dashing around gathering signatures on the scroll and we managed to fill it from end to end. I have no idea how many people are on there, but by the time the last panels started on Sunday, I had stood on a chair in the main hall bellowing for anyone who hadn't signed the scroll to come and do so, or forever more hold their peace :D

We have dozens and dozens and dozens of names. We have at least 6 different languages. We have doodles. We have stickers. We have so many bits of nonsense and it was all handed in to the gift-wrangler and I'm just hoping it got to him ❤️

Methinks they may have been a bit tired of me by the end, because jebus on a cupcake, all I needed was a yes or no answer to the question "can we give it to him as a crew?"

#fyre's first convention #ofmd #Starfury republic of pirates #our flag means death #kristian nairn

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ashton-ryder · 2 days ago

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The smiles growing were a reassuring sign, as she looked for the moon or as she learnt of Jer's birthday. Ash returned the smile, a small shh escaped his lips before dropping his finger to continue working on the telescope, as if to keep the secret amongst the small circle that know. "If you see him later, tell him happy birthday, I'm sure he'll be happy about that." The fact that people know, people remember. He knows it'll put a smile on Jer's face.

He had continued with the telescope set up, albeit slowly, only recently being able to feel his left arm and hand again. It was probably for the better anyways, no sudden movements here as he checked the counterweight and plugged in the controller. He hadn't noticed Aggie observing him (he hadn't notice either the warm way his words came out or the soft smile he thought he bit back) and actually closed the gap by a rather noticeable amount until he felt the closing presence, looking up when she tried to communicate and ask a question.

It took Ash awhile to understand, gaze looking towards the stairwell as she pointed and then to the telescope, eyes looking back and forth once more before it clicked in his head considering who they were just speaking about, "oh-" and then the hesitation set in, it was such a straightforward question and he didn't have a straightforward answer, "well.. I mean, if he wants to." Ash shrugged lightly, not entirely confident with his words, knowing very well Jer could also possibly just find it incredibly lame, and could possibly not have the time to show up considering he was also already celebrating elsewhere. Ash shook the thought away and focused on the here and now with Aggie, "doesn't mean you can't use it if you want to see the moon too." At the very least he could give her something other than all his food, just a beautiful scene of their nightly company that more often than not, people take for granted of. Ash looked to his watch, "I just need to align it but in a bit once it gets darker, we'll be able to see it peek through."

A full moon. Those were her favourite and always had been, because it was always the same no matter where you where. As long as you could see it. Smiling a little to herself as she searched the sky for a hint of it, despite it still being a little too light, she turned back to him as he spoke once more, the softness in his voice capturing her attention.

Jeremiah. The Hero. His birthday. That was special.

Smiling a little at the look on his face, how he got softer around the edges somehow, and she came a little closer. There was a warmth that shone through that wiped away any semblance of danger that had been left around him. This man was in love with The Hero. It was so obvious, and so radiantly warm that in the end she ended up just within arms reach.

Realising he couldn't understand her signs, she instead motioned to the stairwell and then to the telescope. This was for him? For Jeremiah?