#disney. disney look at me. i need them back. it's serious.

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asajj is currently rescuing force users through the hidden path along with quinlan, in this essay i will-[GUNSHOT]

[norrisleclercf1]

Mafia Lestappen when reader gets into a car crash

A/N: And if I add a child? Then what????? Also Monaco is a lot bigger in this fake world soooo yeah maybe twice as big as it normally is

"Mommy, sing," You baby girl giggles as you drive her home from 1st grade, you hate dropping her off there, but it was safe and good for her to socialize with other children, and with her life and who her fathers are you knew letting her be herself safely was best.

"Adie," You sigh, but you can't deny those sea green eyes as you turn up the old Disney music and start to sing with her. She giggles happily as you look in the mirror and smile, 'MOMMY!" Adeline scream rings out as you look back in front of you and gasp, before everything goes dark.

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"Should be home soon," Charles sighs, finally home from a long day at the office, Max trudging in behind Charles wanting to just curl up in bed with his family. "I know, I hate she goes to school, but it's best," Max grumbles, always missing his little girl and Charles was no better.

When she was younger the two of them would break her out all the time but you put your foot down, stating that school would be good for Adeline. Charles hums and pets the cats and then Leo, his dog and moves grabbing his phone as it vibrates and he smiles as picture of you and Adie pop up.

"Mon cher, when are you going to be-" "Mr. Leclerc, this is Dr. LaRouche, I'm the emergency room attending here at Grace Kelly Memorial Hospital, I have your daughter and wife here, they were in a very serious accident," Charles feels his blood run cold as he turns to stare at Max whose bent down petting his cats. "What?" Max asks, looking up.

"Charles, what is it?"

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"I just want Mommy!" Adeline sobs, the pediatrician and nurse trying their best to calm her down. "I know sweetie, but we've called your fathers, they'll be here soon," The doors fly open as Max charges in like a bull, eyes wild before the settle on his baby girl. "ADIE!" "DADDY!" She sobs and moves as he rushes over and captures her in his arms.

"I'm here, I'm here," Max repeats as Charles collides into them holding his baby as well. "Mommy, mommy was hurt," She sobs and Max refuses to move from her side as Charles looks around their guards everywhere as the staff move carefully around them. "Someone tell me where the fuck, our wife is?" Charles ground out and a nurse stands, walking over quickly.

"You're wife and daughter were involved in a head on collision, the man was running from the cops and hit your wife. She sustained a head injury and a lacerated spleen and they needed to take her to surgery to remove the spleen as it was bleeding and unable to be repaired. You can see her in a couple hours when the surgery is over, please, just stay with your daughter," The nurse calmly explains and Max moves lying on the bed now.

"Charles," Charles turns around and sees Adie crying softer and looking at him with his own eyes. "Oh, my poor bebe, you must've been so scared. You were so brave," Charles praises softly kissing her head as Max looks over her only seeing little scratches and scruffs, the only thing that concerns him is the cut on her forehead.

"Does your head hurt my little star?" Max whispers pulling her into his lap and holding her close as Charles blocks them from the lingering eyes in the Emergency room. "Just a little, they gave me yucky medicine to help," She explains, "Papa, can I play a game on your phone?" She asks, blinking and Charles quickly gives her his phone.

"Mr. Verstappen, Mr. Leclerc?" They turn as a doctor approaches them. "Your wife is out of surgery, we can't let you in the room, but you can see her," Charles and Max move, Charles taking Adie into his arms and kisses her head gently as they walk through the stale hospital hallways and stop at your window, the sound of candy crush going low from Charles's phone.

"She's good, just sleeping, we'll continue to monitor her, but luckily her car is....military grade, if her car wasn't like that then it would be much worse," The doctor says and pats Max's back who nods as Charles squeezes Adie close unable to imagine what would've happened.

"Told you it was worth it," Max whispers and Charles sighs resting his head on his shoulder. "Not now, Max,"

[amirasainz]

Hey could I request one where mini alonso meets the wags and takes a liking to Alexandra and lily zneimer.

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

Princess Make-Up

The paddock was alive with the familiar hum of engines, chatter, and clinking coffee cups, but today, something — or rather someone — was stealing the spotlight. Three-year-old Yn Alonso, sporting a pair of sparkly play high heels, oversized sunglasses, and a mini Disney handbag, strutted alongside her father, Fernando, with all the confidence of a seasoned model. The F1 paddock, usually reserved for roaring engines and serious faces, had suddenly transformed into her personal runway.

Fernando chuckled as he watched his little girl prance with exaggerated steps, clearly relishing in the attention. "Where did you learn to walk like that, mi princesa?" he asked, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Yn pushed her sunglasses up her nose with a dramatic flair, barely glancing back at her father. "Papá, I'm busy. I need to get to my fans," she replied, her voice full of sass as she twirled around, causing a few members of the pit crew to chuckle.

As they made their way through the paddock, they encountered several drivers lounging around. Oscar, Lando, and Carlos were chatting near McLaren’s hospitality area when they spotted the duo.

"Well, well, who’s this little superstar?" Carlos grinned, kneeling down to Yn's level. "Can I get an autograph?"

Yn looked at him over the rim of her sunglasses, one eyebrow raised in an unintentional imitation of her father. "Hmmm, maybe later," she said nonchalantly, waving her tiny hand. "I’m busy right now."

Lando laughed. "I think you’ve been dethroned, Fernando. She’s got more attitude than half the drivers here."

Fernando took a sip of his espresso, an amused smirk on his face. "Oh, trust me, I know."

Just then, Lily, Oscar’s girlfriend, walked over, giving Yn a warm smile. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest little princess I’ve ever seen?”

Yn's face lit up. "Princess?" she gasped, her eyes widening as she took in Lily’s perfect hair and stylish outfit. She tugged on her father's sleeve excitedly. "Papá, she’s a princess!"

Lily crouched down, her eyes softening. “Of course I am. But I think you’re the real princess here.” She held out her hand, and Yn immediately placed her tiny hand in it, looking up at her in awe.

Yn took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We could be princesses together," she proposed, as if revealing a grand secret.

Lily laughed, absolutely charmed. "Oh, I would love that."

Seeing his daughter’s pure delight, Fernando couldn’t help but chuckle. He leaned back, sipping his espresso with a relaxed smile. He hadn’t seen Yn this animated around anyone besides him.

As they continued their little princess chat, Yn noticed Lily had a compact mirror out, carefully touching up her lipstick. Intrigued, Yn dug into her tiny handbag and pulled out her wooden play makeup set, the pieces worn but clearly loved. She opened a pretend lipstick and began mimicking Lily’s movements with utter seriousness.

“Oh my gosh, is that your makeup set?” Lily asked, amused.

Yn nodded proudly. "Yup! This is my special makeup. It’s got sparkles," she explained, applying her invisible lipstick with practiced precision. "Do you like it?"

“I love it,” Lily assured her, applying her real lipstick while Yn kept at her imaginary one. The two of them giggled and compared "lipstick" shades, drawing quite the audience.

Lando crossed his arms, watching the scene unfold with a look of fake jealousy. “What happened? I used to be Yn’s favorite,” he said with a dramatic sigh.

Oscar nudged him. “Mate, you’ve been replaced. Look at them — they’re a royal duo now.”

Carlos shook his head, sighing. "This is hard to watch," he said with a grin. "I don’t think we’ll ever be able to compete."

Fernando watched, a smirk playing on his lips as he listened to the drivers' banter. "I guess you boys just don’t have what it takes," he said, chuckling.

Lily, noticing the crowd, gave Yn an encouraging look. “Should we show everyone our princess wave?”

Yn, always up for a new challenge, nodded. Together, they held their hands up in that classic royal wave, greeting the imaginary crowds. The drivers chuckled and applauded, while Yn, clearly delighted by the attention, curtsied as best as she could in her little heels.

After a while, Yn seemed to remember something very important. She ran over to her father, practically leaping into his arms. “Papá! Can Lily come with us forever?” she asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Fernando raised an eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face. "Forever, hmm? Well, princesa, that might be a bit tricky. Lily has to stay with Oscar, remember?"

Yn looked over at Oscar, clearly considering this dilemma. She furrowed her little brow. "Hmm. Oscar can come too, I guess."

The entire group burst into laughter, with Oscar raising his hands in mock surrender. "Well, I don’t mind being part of the Alonso crew,” he said with a grin.

Lily smiled, patting Yn’s shoulder. “How about I come visit you as often as I can, okay?”

Yn nodded happily, seeming satisfied with this arrangement. She grabbed Lily’s hand and led her back to their “makeup session” while the drivers continued to watch, each one more smitten with Yn than the next.

Fernando took another sip of his espresso, a soft smile on his face. "Better get used to it, boys. She’s got the Alonso charm."

[writingduhh]

You asked for Ted or schlart requests so may I kindly ask for both of them with baby fever? Have a good day!!

Schalrt 😭😭 that caught me off guard

Hope you enjoy !! Sorry if I’m a little rusty, it’s been a second!

❥ Jschlatt

▷ Schlatt starts subtly dropping hints. He'll casually scroll through cute baby clothes on his phone while you're sitting next to him, showing you an outfit and asking, "Wouldn't this look cute on a little one?" He acts like it’s no big deal, but you catch him looking at baby stuff more often than not.

▷ You’ll walk into the room and find Schlatt watching those compilation videos of babies doing cute or funny things. He’ll pretend he was watching something else, but you know better.

▷ Playfully testing your reaction. Every once in a while, he’ll ask a question like, “How do you think you’d look holding a baby?” or “What if we had a kid in the next few years, huh?” He loves watching your reaction, teasing you with a smirk.

▷ Talking about how he was as a kid. He’ll get nostalgic, telling you stories about his own childhood, emphasizing how much he’d love to share that with a little one of his own. “I used to build the best pillow forts as a kid. You think we’d have a kid who’d be into that?”

▷ Joking about having ‘a mini-me’. He’ll tease you by saying, “Imagine a little version of me running around. The world’s not ready for two Schlatts,” but his smirk shows he’s secretly into the idea. “At least you’d get double the love.”

▷ After a long day, when you’re both curled up on the couch, he’ll bring it up in a more heartfelt way. “I think I’d be a good dad,” he’ll say quietly, eyes soft as he gazes at you. “And you’d be an amazing mom/dad. I can already see it.”

▷ Using his cats as practice. You’ll find Schlatt baby-talking the cats, calling them his “little babies,” then turning to you and saying, “Good practice, right? When we have a kid, I’ll be a pro.”

▷ He’ll throw out the most ridiculous names while you’re doing mundane things. “What do you think about naming a kid ‘Maverick’? No? What about ‘Meatball’?” He’ll laugh it off, but it’s his way of getting you to think about baby names seriously.

▷ Calling himself ‘dad’ randomly. He’ll do things like fix a broken appliance or open a jar for you, then proudly say, “See? Im already the dad of the house.”

▷ He’ll come up with hilarious (and slightly absurd) future scenarios. “So when our kid’s 5 and starts a lemonade stand, I’ll be the muscle, making sure they get good prices. We’ll be rich!”

▷ Dropping hints during random conversations. You’ll be discussing future plans, and Schlatt will casually slip in, “We’ll need a bigger car. Y’know, for when we’ve got a car seat back there.” He’ll laugh, but he’s clearly testing the waters.

❥ Ted

Ted gets visibly excited over baby things he sees, like baby clothes or tiny shoes. “Look at these tiny sneakers! Can you imagine a mini version of me wearing these?” He’s playful but definitely serious about wanting it someday.

▷ Constantly dropping dad jokes. Ted’s already known for his sense of humor, but when he gets baby fever, his dad jokes get even worse (and more frequent). “What do you call a baby potato? A small fry!” He cracks these jokes constantly, then grins and says, “See? I’m ready for dad life.”

▷ Practicing his 'dad voice'. Ted will randomly deepen his voice and say things like, “Hey, kiddo, you can’t eat that!” or “No running in the house!” “Hey, you listen to your mother/father!” He’ll look at you after, all proud, and say, “I think I nailed the dad voice, don’t you?”

▷ Out of nowhere, Ted will start dropping baby names into conversations, just to see how you react. “How about ‘Oliver’ for a boy? Or ‘Lily’ for a girl? I think it’d suit them.”

▷ Ted’s a big traveler, so he often talks about future family vacations. “Can you imagine us taking a little kid to Disney? I’d totally be the dad with the GoPro, documenting every moment.”

▷ When you’re out together, Ted always seems to notice families with young kids. You’ll catch him smiling at parents pushing strollers or playing with their toddlers, then he’ll look at you with that soft expression, clearly imagining the two of you with a little one.

“Practicing” dad outfits. You’ll catch Ted wearing sneakers with high socks, shorts, and a tucked-in shirt, complete with a baseball cap. When you ask him what’s up with the outfit, he’ll laugh and say, “Just getting my dad look ready for when we’re chasing kids around!”

▷ When you’re curled up on the couch or in bed, Ted will hold you close and whisper, “I think we’d be such great parents. I can’t wait to see you with a little one. You’d be the best mom/dad.”

▷ Every now and then, Ted will have a moment of sincerity, where he drops the jokes and looks at you with pure adoration. “I want this with you, someday. A family. I know it’s in the future, but I’m excited for it.”

▷ Ted often daydreams about what your future kids would be like, blending your personalities together. “I bet they’d have your gorgeous looks and my sense of humor. We’d be raising little comedians!”

[mellowsadistic]

Couples Therapy - Part 1

After Angela cheats on her husband, she agrees to go to couples therapy with him, but each session with the therapist leaves her feeling less and less like a grown-up.

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Angela tapped her foot impatiently while her husband spoke with the therapist privately, probably whining about how angry and betrayed he felt. They were both supposed to go in together in a moment, but for now she was stuck waiting in reception.

Really, she couldn’t understand why Eric was being so dramatic. It was only sex! It wasn’t as though she didn’t love him anymore. She just needed to have a little fun sometimes, that was all. They weren’t even thirty yet! He was twenty-eight and she was twenty-seven. Did he really expect her to settle down and stick to a single sexual partner when she was still so young?

But he’d insisted on seeing a marriage counsellor and she’d eventually agreed, albeit reluctantly. Their therapist was a man. How was he supposed to understand what it was like for a woman in her situation? And her first impressions of the office hadn’t been great either. The receptionist was a total bimbo!

Angela glanced over at her. She was dressed up like some bizarre fetish fantasy. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a pair of high pigtails, and her stripper-sized tits were crammed into a sparkly Disney princess top. Didn’t this place have a uniform? She looked like an overgrown six-year-old for goodness sake! And she’d been acting like one too when she’d tried to match their names to their booking. Her husband had been very patient with her stupid lisping voice and barely passable ability to read, but Angela had wanted to turn around and leave straight away. What kind of serious therapist’s office employed a woman like that?

At last the door opened, and the therapist stood in the doorway. He smiled kindly and gestured her to come inside.

“He’s weady for you now!” the bimbo receptionist chirped happily, looking up from what looked like a fashion magazine for tweens.

Angela rolled her eyes. “Thanks.”

She went into the office and the therapist closed the door behind her. Eric was lounged on a sofa facing a hard-backed wooden chair, looking perfectly relaxed. Angela sat down next to her husband, leaving a few inches of space in between them.

The therapist didn’t take a seat in the wooden chair, however. He took a tablet from his desk in the corner and stood in front of Angela.

“Here,” he said, handing it to her. She looked down at the screen in her lap in confusion. What was this for? Some sort of presentation?

“I find that girls always get a bit nervous in my office,” he said, talking to her in a light, overly friendly tone, as if he was talking to a nursery-schooler. “This will help you relax, okay sweetie?”

Angela scowled. She was about to launch into a furious tirade. She couldn’t stand being talked down to! Who the hell did this man think he was? If he assumed most women were like his ditzy receptionist then he had another thing coming. But before she could say a word, the tablet in her lap came to life. Brilliant pastel colours swirled and spiralled on the screen, sinking into a single spot in the centre, and her complaints died in her throat. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was just so pretty…

“There we go,” said the therapist in that same sweet tone. “That always takes care of fussy little girls.”

“Is there anything I have to do?” Eric asked.

Angela felt strange. She was vaguely aware of the men’s words, but it was as though they were coming to her from the end of a very long tunnel. Her attention was focused on the dazzling lights on the screen.

“Not a thing. Let me do all the talking. Did you hear that, Angela? We’re going to have a little talk, okay sweetie? Nothing to be nervous about. I’m a trained professional, after all. We need to have a little talk about how you betrayed your husband. About how he found out you were cheating on him. Because that wasn’t very clever of you, was it Angela? Getting caught.”

Angela shook her head, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Not clever,” she echoed. It was true. She shouldn’t have been caught. She should have been more careful not to let him find out. Because even though there was nothing wrong with what she’d done, even though she was completely in the right, Eric wouldn’t understand.

“That’s right, Angela,” said the therapist. “You’ve been a very dumb bitch, haven’t you?”

Angela frowned. That didn’t sound right. Dumb bitch. Was it okay for the therapist to call her that?

“Look at the pretty sparkles, sweetie,” he encouraged, and Angela sank back into the swirling lights. “That’s right. You’re just a dumb bitch, Angela. All women are, but you especially. That’s okay though. You don’t know any better – you’re just girls.”

Angela knew vaguely that there was something she didn’t like about what the man was saying, but she was too engrossed in the swirling colours to care. His words were like background noise. She could understand them if she concentrated, but it was so hard to focus with the wonderful patterns in front of her.

“Yes, you’re just a girl, Angela. Just a silly little girl. A big child. It doesn’t matter if you do something wrong, because you can’t be held accountable for your actions, can you? You’re sweet and innocent.”

Angela nodded eagerly, a dim smile spreading across her face. She hadn’t done anything wrong. If she wasn’t so distracted by her tablet, she’d have smirked at Eric. His stupid attempt to guilt-trip her with marriage counselling was backfiring on him. The therapist was on her side.

“Besides,” the therapist continued. “You didn’t cheat on your husband anyway, did you Angela?”

Angela was confused. She had cheated on Eric. Was the therapist going to help her cover it up? But Eric already knew, didn’t he? Surely that wouldn’t work! The lights on the screen grew brighter. They were so, so pretty…

“You didn’t,” the therapist said again. “In fact, it’s completely impossible for you to have cheated on your husband. You know why, I’m sure. It’s because of your embarrassing bedwetting habit.”

Angela wrinkled her nose and started trying to shake her head in disgust. She didn’t wet the bed! The therapist must be confused. He must be mixing her up with some little girl. Maybe one of his other clients was some silly little bedwetter who needed to be reassured that everyone had accidents now and again, but that certainly wasn’t her.

“Don’t… I don’t wet the bed…” she mumbled. Her words felt heavy in her mouth. It was hard to think. She just wanted to watch the pretty swirling lights.

“Look at the colours, sweetie,” the therapist told her. “That’s a good girl. You are a bedwetter, Angela. You wet the bed every night. You have done for quite a few weeks now. And what man would want to sleep with a woman who still pisses herself in her sleep like a dumb toddler? You’re very lucky your husband puts up with your babyish behaviour, young lady.”

Angela’s face slackened as the spirals spun faster and faster. Lucky. She was a lucky girl. She was lucky to have a husband who put up with her bedwetting. Another man might leave his wife if she started peeing herself every night. Especially if she’d cheated on him too. But Eric didn’t know about that. Did he? It was strange. For a while Angela had been sure he did. And the therapist didn’t seem to know either. In fact, he thought it was impossible for a bedwetter like her to cheat on her husband! She blushed even more brightly. How had she done it? Angela frowned slightly. She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember clearly. But the therapist was right – who’d want to have sex with some stupid, bedwetting baby-woman? Why would anyone sleep with her when it meant waking up in piss-soaked sheets, or next to someone in a sopping wet diaper. Her special protection. Her baby pants. Was the therapist still talking? She tried to pay attention.

“…because your husband puts up with you in other ways too, doesn’t he?” he was saying. “It’s not just the bedwetting. You actually have quite a few silly, childish behaviours that no adult woman should reasonably be expected to have. You…”

Angela tuned out again. She could feel his words entering her ears, but her attention was focused entirely on the lights in her lap. So pretty. Such pretty lights…

When she came to, the tablet was gone, Eric was standing up and putting his coat on, and the therapist was looking at her with a satisfied expression on his face. Had she fallen asleep?

“Ready to go home?” Eric asked her brightly.

Angela smiled back, a little hesitantly. She’d thought she was in trouble, but maybe she’d just been confused. She was such a silly girl sometimes. Such a dumb bitch.

Eric held out his hand, and she took it. It felt nice to be holding onto him. It felt reassuring. He held her hand all the way back to their house, and while he walked, she couldn’t help herself from skipping along beside him.

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Cabin Fever

Summary: Jack has been very busy with the filming of his upcoming movie and focusing on making new music. When the time comes for the two of you to spend some quality time together it doesn’t go as planned which causes some problems to arise.

Warnings: SMUT, car sex, penetration, praise, oral (female).

“GIRLY POP” you laugh as you roll your eyes getting out of your bed to meet Jack down stairs in the living room. “What’s up Jack, how was filming?” You asked while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands on your ass while he kissed all over your face. “It was good, happy we’re almost finished finally” he said sitting the two of you on the couch with you on his lap facing him.

 

“I have a surprise for you though.” he explained with his hands outlining your hips. Confused you tilt your head  “A surprise, what is it?” “Well since I've been working and stuff I decided to rent out a cabin for a couple of days, it's big as hell and it has a lake and hot tub so get ready for some late night adventures” Gasping you pull him into a hug pressing a kiss onto his lips. “You didn’t have to do that Jack I would have just enjoyed your company here.”  

Shaking his head he lays a kiss to your cheek “It’s fine we need this and you deserve it baby, thank you for sticking by me through this.”, “I packed of a bunch of clothes for you, all we have to do is get in the car.” “Jack be foreal are we really going to a cabin right now?” you asked, thinking this was too much to be true. You remembered how one time he told you that he was taking you to a disney cruise but in reality he took you to a beach and taught you how to ride a surfboard with a Mickeymouse head on it. 

You really hope he was being serious because you were not trying to have your time be wasted. “This isn’t the “disney cruise, okay, we're actually going to a cabin” Nodding your head you decide to trust him. Getting up you two made your way to your bedroom to make sure he didn’t forget anything, surprisingly he didn't so you guys made your way into his white tesla and are now on the road. The ride wasn’t super long it was about an hour. On the way there you guys talked a lot. You were able to tell him about what's been going on at work and with your friend group. 

He told you a little about the movie and about new music that he wanted to make and some celebrity gossip which was very entertaining. As the ride came to an end you pulled up to the cabin that was surrounded by trees and a lake in front of it the sunlight reflecting onto it beautifully. You also noticed how there were already two cars in the driveway. Turning to Jack you ask him “Are there already people here?”, “Yeah you know I had to bring my people with me.” 

Rolling your eyes you buckle your seatbelt back in. “Take me back home.”, “What do you mean?, let go inside.” Shaking your head you respond “No i’m not going in there. I don't feel like being surrounded by a bunch of people whether they're your friends or not.” Sighing Jack ran his hands down his face before reaching over and unbuckling your seatbelt. “Comon don’t do this right now the same way you say you haven’t been able to see me they haven't been able to see me either it wouldn’t be fair to them or you. “

“I really don’t care Jack, you should have thought about that before you did this, now look at you.” Groaning Jack turned toward you, his hand covering your thigh. “Why are you acting like this any other time you have no problem hanging out with our friends, now all of a sudden you don’t want to be around them? You really make no sense to me.”  

“I could literally care less about anything you're talking about right now, take me home or i’m going to get an Uber” you started unlocking your phone and going to the uber app right before you felt your phone being snatched right out of your hands. “Your not getting a fucking uber and i’m not takin ungrateful ass home ethier so deal with it.” “I’m ungrateful because I want to spend alone time with you? Whatever.” You said crossing your arms against your chest. 

“You wanted to be alone with me baby?” Jacked asked  as he ran his hand up and down your thigh your breath heightened as you feel his rough hands on your smooth skin. Looking straight ahead you say nothing, not wanting to give in too easily. “Huh. You don’t hear me speaking to you?’ he asked as he reached over, unbuckling your shorts that you had on along with your panties. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to talk, I'll get something out of you one way or another.” Using his hands he moves your body towards his seat to where the back of your head is now  facing the window and you're sitting sideways in your seat (a/n I really hope this makes sense since the reader is facing Jack instead of being across him.) 

With your bare core out Jack spreads your lips with his fingers before he closes his mouth around your clit, his tongue moving in a regular speed causing your head to tilt as you covered your mouth with your hands so no sound would escape from you. Jack saw this and moved his tongue against you faster as you used your other hand to grip his hair pulling him closer to you as your hips moved at their own pace meeting Jack’s pace with his tongue. 

The need you had to moan was unbearable. Your body felt hot as you could hear your boyfriend’s tongue move against you which caused you to get even more turned on as you felt your body start to shake. Two fingers enter you as you meet Jacks eyes as plunges his fingers in and out of your before his takes your cliit in his mouth again feeling you come undone against him as you gasped for air. 

He didn’t care though not even when you tried to pull him away from you he kept going. “Jack stop, baby i’m done!” you said as you felt him licking up the creamy substance that had escaped you. “You done fighting with me y/n?” He asked his head now laying on your stomach ,you nod still trying to catch your breath. “C'mere and sit on my lap pretty.” He commanded, pulling his seat all the way back unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock out of his boxers. 

Reaching over you put both legs on the side of him straddling him as you guide the head of his cock into your entrance. You both sigh as you ease him inside of you, missing him inside of you. Grabbing your hips Jack moves you along his cock make you take all of him and when you got all the way inside of you he threw his head back with his eyes closed shut. 

“C'mon give it to me Jack” you pleaded as you moved your hips toward his thighs starting to burn a little bit. “Fuck this pussy is way to fucking good to me pretty.” he groaned as he started to move his hips from under you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you attach your lips to his neck as you feel him starting to twitch inside of you. 

“Your going to make me cum so hard baby fuck” he exclaimed when he felt you cleching around him as you were appraoching your second orgasm. “Cum inside of me, fill me up with all of your cum” you said as you started to cum squeezing your eyes closed until you saw white feeling Jack fill you up with his cum as you tried to to control your breathing. 

Jack rubs your back and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. “Next, time we’ll go on a trip with just the two of us, I just wanted to be able to please everyone at the same time, next time I got you though, maybe we’ll actually go on a disney cruise this time” Hitting his chest you laugh as he places a kiss across your cheek.

 

*Ring*

Jack's phone started to ring in the cup holder that it was in. Picking it up you hand it to him as you wait for him to answer. “What’s up Urban?” Jack said as he put the phone on speaker. “Why the hell are you guys still in the car hurrying so we can all go to the lake.” He said irritated before hanging up. 

[megs-1800]

Always have your back

Note: Please as always leave me feedback and any requests

Summary: Everything is going well with you and Mason until your ex starts messaging you and pressuring you to send him money. Mason is the one who cleared all the mess that your ex left behind. How is Mason going to accept you helping your ex again?

Pairings: Mason Mount x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Fluff and toxic ex

It’s a freezing autumn night, I am sat curled up in my Disney pjs, hair up in a bun, blanket and Netflix on. Mason has a Tuesday night kick off tonight so I know he won’t be home until late. I quickly snap a photo of me curled up and send it to Mason with the caption “wish you were here ;)” then quickly forwarded it up with “good luck my number 7 go out and smash it”. I know he probably cannot reply but I least I text him some encouragement. I then put my phone down and started to cook dinner.

Thats when my Facebook notification binged up, no one ever messages me on FB. My profile is private so it’s not like any fans can message me and all the people I talk to have my number so I am confused. That’s when I see the name show up ‘James’. Fuck! I thought, what the hell does this prick want. James was my ex that I was with just before me and Mason got together, he left me in loads of debt and hating my life. Then I saw the message he just put “Hi x” I messaged straight back “Hi” with no kiss I did not want to engage with this conversation. I can see the message was opened and he was typing, he was typing for quite a while that’s when it finally binged again. It said:

“Look I know you hate me, I am sorry for what I did to you. I was hurt you ended it. I know it was my fault for all the lies and the drugs I was a mess but I am different now. I am trying to turn my life around Y/N/N. I just owe these dealers money and I need to pay them, I cleared most of it I just need another £200. Once that’s paid that’s everyone cleared and I can focus on my new life. I am scared they threatening to come to my mums and my sisters house, please you know how much they meant to you. Please, I start a new job tomorrow and I get paid weekly so I will pay you back at the end of next week, I promise this time no bullshit”.

I didn’t want to believe him, I have heard all these lies before but I know the trouble he can get in and the people he gets involved with are serious. How could I live with myself if his family got hurt when I could help? I really didn’t want to but its just £200 in the scheme of things what is that? I replied “Yeah sure it’s a one off I will not send you anymore and I want it back on Friday.” He replied thanking me and send me the bank details on where to send it and confirmed he would send it straight back. I really wanted to believe him this time.

The next couple of days were busy with work and Mason has been busy with training, you know how hard he is working to ensure he doesn’t get injured again which I am praying his non-injury spell lasts. I was working away at home when I heard my phone buzz again, it was a FB notification. I saw it was James again. “Hey Y/N, I really wouldn’t ask unless I was desperate. Is there any chance I could borrow £100 please? I literally have no food in the house, I haven’t eaten in days please I promise I will pay it back?”. Again I thought what happens if he hadn’t eaten? How can I live with myself knowing that he was starving and I could help and I didn’t. So once again I sent it.

I wanted to speak to Mason about it, I hated hiding this from him but I knew he would never understand. He hated James with a passion. I met Mason whilst I was still with James. I made it clear to Mason I wasn’t a cheat and he never pressured me and ensure our conversations were PG. That was until I confided in Mason that I was tired of James’s bullshit and I didn’t want to be with him anymore. That’s when Mason stepped in and supported me to leave James. The problem is that James agreed to support me with the rent (as we still had 7 months left on the tenancy) and all the credit cards and loans I took out for him. Of course he didn’t though and I was struggling to pay it all myself. I didn’t want to tell Mason but he forced it out of me when he realised how stressed I was. A couple of days later I had a call from my landlord to say the flat I was living in was sold, I knew then it was Mason. When I confronted him about it, he explained he put the property in my name so its mine, I can do whatever I want with it. I was fuming but I know it did it out of kindness. Then a couple of weeks later I received a large deposit into my account, Mason gave me the money to clear the loans and credit cards. You have never been shown kindness like that in your life, you didn’t even want to use the money you just left in your account for weeks not knowing what to do. Mason kept insisting you used it and said he would be offended if you didn’t. He promised he would never tell a soul he did that and would never used it against you, you trusted him. You tried to pay Mason back each month, but he refused to take it, he explained you could repay him by going out on a date with him.. that’s how you both started dating. So that’s why you couldn’t tell Mason the truth, after he did all that and to find out you were still helping  James out, he would flip out.

The Friday came when James was suppose to pay you, shocker he doesn’t and when you message him asking if he going to send it back he reads the messages and ignores it. Great I thought I should of known better.

The following Sunday we went to Mason’s family for Sunday dinner, it was a long drive so we went down their Saturday night and ended up staying down. I love his family and his parents treat me like their own. I couldn’t ask for better inlaws. The food was amazing! I am so full. It has been such a good day with laughter and smiles. I am all curled up on their sofa trying to stretch my belly out as its now cramping from the amount of food I just digested. That’s when I hear the dreaded sound of my FB messenger notification again. I was just going to ignore it as I knew exactly who it was and I didn’t want him ruining my mood right now. I quickly looked at it though, I just wanted him to go away. Again he was asking for money, SHOCK! I thought. I messaged straight back putting my foot down, I don’t care about the reasoning I knows its all bullshit anyway, I replied “No James, no fucking more! You lied and never paid me back its all bullshit now leave me alone before I block you!”. That’s when another 5 notifications came through. Mason looked over at me “Jheez somebody is popular” He laughed. I laughed back trying to put Mason at ease “it must be Lauren you know what she is like can never just text a paragraph she gotta send me a couple of words per text”. Mason nodded and agreed he knew what she was like. I picked it up and saw the disgusting texts that were sent back, calling me a slag, how I am only with Mason for his money, saying how I could just get Mason to sort it out but I cannot ‘be bothered’, how I never did anything for him, how I was too big and ugly to be a WAG. Mason looked up at me in concern as he saw my mood change, he didn’t press as he knew I wouldn’t say anything in front of his parents but made a mental note to speak to me about it later. My phone buzzed another 5 times, this time Mason shot me a look as to say what the hell is going on, who the hell is that? I made a quick a joke to say “Must just be my other boyfriend” which Mason’s parents laughed at but Mason didn’t seem too impressed. He knew you were hiding something from him. It continued with the horrible words, in the end you just wanted it to stop, you wanted him to just leave you alone. You don’t know why you did it you just needed it to stop so you could enjoy the rest of your day. You quickly sent him another £100 and put your phone on silent.

The ride home was quiet, I could tell Mason wanted to ask you about the text messages but didn’t want to cause an argument tonight after such a nice day.

Mason was laying on your bed playing Fifa but couldn’t concentrate, you were lying next to him asleep you were such a heavy sleeper you would not be waking up anytime soon. Mason looks over at your phone next to you on the bedside table, he doesn’t want to do it but he needs to know what made you so upset and made your mood change like that. If someone hurt you they going to know about it he was thinking. Before he knew it he had your phone in his hands and unlocked it. He knew it was a FB messenger notification so quickly opened the app. That’s when he saw it, it was from James. Surely not, y/n couldn’t be cheating on me with her ex could she? His heart starting to break and his hands started to shake. When he opened the messages he saw the disgusting things that were being thrown at you. How dare he speak to you like that. Mason was fuming. The worst part Mason was angry that you gave in and sent him money. So he gets you into debt which I pay off and support you just for you to support him again fuck that Mason thought. He wasn’t sure how to approach this conversation now without telling you he went through your phone. He quickly put it back on the side and just laid staring at the ceiling. How dare he take advantage of your kindness. That’s the thing mason loves about you, you have such a big heart but struggle to see when people are using you. Mason just wants to protect you but he now not sure how. 

The next day Mason has a day off and we have had a both needed relaxing day. I am lying on masons lap across our sofa whilst he is sat up playing fifa. That’s when I hear the dreaded FB notifications again. I quickly sat up and moved up the sofa so Mason couldn’t see over my shoulder. Shocker it was James again. This time asking for £2k, when I said I don’t have that kind of money he told me to get a loan. When I refused again he demanded I get the money of Mason. When I refused again, it started to get nasty.

Mason looked up from his controller at me, “I know”. I looked at Mason in confusion there is no way he can know. “You know what?” I ask. Mason replies “I went through your phone last night, I had to see what happened yesterday at my parents” trying to justify himself. 

“Are you fucking serious Mase, you went through my phone as l slept? Is that the kind of relationship we have now?” I can feel my anger boiling and now my rage being turned from James to Mason. 

“I am sorry but how are you letting him speak to you like that? He fucking broke you y/n and I was there to pick up the pieces. I am the one who cleared the debts and for what? Just for you to get yourself back into my debt helping him”

“I am not getting myself into more debt, I am only sending him the money I have!” Getting kind of pissed off with his tone. 

“Yeah only because you are living off me and relied on me to pay your debts!” I am outraged how fucking dare he!

“You promised me Mason you would never use that against me are you taking the piss right now?!?!”

Mason then stops his anger in his face is now starting to soften. “Time out” he goes. Using his hands to make a T. “This is exactly what he wants, why are we arguing when it’s him who is taking advantage of you? He is the one I am pissed off with not you, I know you can never turn away someone in need”. 

“I just don’t know how to sort it Mase?”, I can feel the tears starting to prick in my eyes due to the stress of it all. “If I stop sending him money he gets so angry and what happens if I do not send it and then something happens that’s on me! How could I live with myself?”. Mason gets up so he is now standing over me, “none of this is your fault, fucking none of it, he is using your kindness for weakness which is completely out of order”. I know he is right, he gets so protective, god mason is so good to me. What did I do to deserve him? 

My phone binged again and then Mason turns to me “Give me your phone” Mason gestures his hand out. I am worried about what he is going to do next. 

I put my phone into his hand and next thing I know he is typing away. A couple more bings went through showing me that James was replying to whatever Mason said. Mason is now pacing around the living room and I am surprised my phone screen hasn’t cracked by how hard he is slapping his thumps against it. They continue back and fourth like this for around 20 mins. 

Mason then passes me my phone back, I went straight onto the messages to see what was said. “I have deleted the chat”, I am a bit disappointed I wanted to see what Mason said coming to my defence. “What did you say?” I ask. Mason smiles at me showing me that he won the fight “that doesn’t matter princess all you need to know is that he should leave you alone now.” I feel a massive weight off my shoulders now I don’t know what didn’t tell Mason before. “Just promise me something if he tries to message you again please let me know. The things I said to him, if he still had the guts to try fair play to him”, which at this Mason gives his cocky smile. “Of course Mase I promise”.

Mason flops back onto the sofa and lifts his arm up to gesture for me to lie on his lap which I did. Mason sat there running his fingers through my hair. “I will never let anyone hurt you y/n. I am sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean to throw the money in your face. I would do it all over again if I need to if it ensured your safety and protection”. I give a little smile at that and crock my head up so I am now looking up at him. 

“I love you so much Mason”, he loves me dead in the eyes and gives a soft kiss to my lips. “Believe me it will never be as much as I love you y/n”. 

[lamnwar]

Hello! Very specific request. I have a job at a Themepark, basically I work as a Disney princess there (aurora). Its for children to sort of meet their Disney role models, favorite prince/princess. I read them stories, take pictures with them, etc. Could you sort of do a headcanon-esque scenario of how the gom will react to a partner with such a job? Maybe how some of them will be mildly jealous of the assigned prince? This was so embarrasing to type out omg if your uncomfortable with any part of the request/dont wanna do this lmk! No pressure, whatsoever. Love you, stay safe!

Hiiii thanks for the request! 💕 It was such a fun one to write and omggg you gotta be extra pretty to be working as a irl disney princess 😭

SHE'S A PRINCESS // KNB Headcanons

Context: in which you work as a theme park princess and your boyfriend feels some type of way about it

Pairing: GOM x gn! Reader (gender not specified

Warning: fluff, nothing too serious, slightly suggestive but safe for all audiences!

AKASHI

I don't think Akashi really went to theme parks as a kid so he's probably a bit surprised to know that playing a princess there is an actual job

Literally stunned the first time he sees you in costume like, his girl is just so pretty!!!

Would come on regular visit just to see you because my man is obsessed with how gorgeous you are and how well you play the role

The way you show so much grace and you are so nice to all the people that come to you

Would be the kind to take pictures of the public with you because he absolutely gets it, you are a princess

Talking of which, "princess" progressively becomes a new nickname he uses for you

He doesn't mind that you work with another guy as your assigned prince, but if dude tries to make a pass at you, he's as good as dead ��

Smiles softly as he looks at children coming to you thinking you're the real character

And the way you're just so sweet with these kids aaaahh! my man just falls in love even more from seeing that

MIDORIMA

To Midorima, a job's a job, so he doesn't think much of it

He took some time before visiting you at the park and actually seeing you in costume

This DEFINITELY awakens something in him, trust me

Would obviously not admit to it but he really falls even more when he sees you in your princess get-up

He would occasionally visit you, but to make sure you're doing ok and is not too exhausted

He's such a meticulous guy that he'll sometimes help you out with your costume

Got a crease on your dress? he's on it already! Need someone to curl your hair at the back? he's your man

Not even surprised by the little kids who are convinced that you are a true princess, because you absolutely look the part

But sometimes these kids would get a bit sneaky and ask you if you really love the prince

It's hard to answer that question when you know that your boyfriend is nearby and he can hear you well

But you'll just look at Shintaro while you say "yes, I do love my prince" because thinking of him is the only way you can express genuine love

KISE

That guy could easily steal your job, let's be real

I mean he's just that pretty!! no offense to you but it's just the truth

When he comes and sees you at the park, you better believe people mistake him for a prince

And when they see the both of you together? Yeah, you might as well be a real royal couple

He's your best hype man too, goes around telling everyone that you have to be the best princess of the whole theme park

Doesn't mind the guy who works with you as your assigned prince, since he knows very well that he has nothing on Kise

I mean... he really can't compete

But he might a bit pouty when you play your role a bit too well, acting lovey-dovey with your prince for the public

He gets reassured when you come to him later and give him a kiss on the cheek

Not sure if it's allowed for you to break character like that, but it really doesn't matter if it's for Kise 🤭

AOMINE

Aomine kinda makes fun of your at first when you tell him that your job is to be a (fake) princess

But he's quick to shut his mouth the first time he sees you

Like... damn, that just unlocked a new kink

You're so damn beautiful he goes mad

Obsessed with princess! you

Has beef with a 6 yo once because that kid was looking at you for a bit too long for his taste

It's kinda funny because he's being ridiculous, but still

At first, very much against you having to work with another dude, especially when you have to play pretend a couple

But it doesn't last long because you told him once you're only his and it's enough to switch his mind

Now he brags to these kids that you're actually his

"See that gorgeous princess? Yeah she's in love with me"

"But what about the prince?"

"She loves me more than the prince"

A big PR disaster for the park, btw, but he couldn't care less

The most beautiful princess in the park is his, and he'll never lie about it

MURASAKIBARA

Very intrigued by that job of yours

What do you mean, you get paid to be a princess?

Honestly looking at him, you're confident he can book a job as a pretend royal

His physique is very prince-like, can't say that much about his personality

Anyways!

Comes to the park often so he gets to see you + eat nice snacks!!

Buys you food too when he's here, so you do not starve

Nods in agreement every time a kid points at you all impressed

"Yeah, she's indeed the prettiest"

Plays the game and tells people that you *are* a real princess

Weirdly enough, he gets hungry seeing you in costume

I mean that puffy pastel dress? Girl, you look like a pastry

Doesn't really like you working with a prince

He just doesn't get it! Like, what do you need a prince for? People like the princess more anyway

Even when you tell him it's part of the act, he's pouty about it

It's cute though, in its own way!

[madwomansapologist]

Hi. Can you write a smut scene between the female reader and my favorite Disney character, Captain Hook from Disney’s Peter Pan 1953 original film that starts with love at first sight please? I have a serious fangirl crush on him.

hooked by you | captain hook

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synopsis: It happened. It finally happened. Hook defeated Peter Pan. He saw the silhouette flying above the clouds, readied the modified harpoon that fired a net, and finally managed to catch him! Little did he knew it wasn't Peter Pan.

warnings: DarlingSister!reader. female!reader. porn with plot. love at first sight. mention of erotic literature. that man is possessive. guns. chats about murder.

note: Thanks for your request, darling! I watched it again to write this, and I've just realized it's been almost eight years since I last saw Peter Pan. It was fun. And you made me realize I don't have normal pure thoughts about Hook. Like if I needed another character to be obsessed with. Hope you like it!

After so much screaming and arguing, George and Mary finally left the house. You waved, wished them a good night, and locked the front door. What a mess. All that fuss because of a character from a bedtime story.

You went upstairs and opened the door to your sibilings' room, but the three of them were already asleep. You knew that Wendy didn't want to leave the children's room, you thought that if you talked to her that fear could be eased, but she was already sighing. Maybe tomorrow.

You entered your room and changed into your pearly nightgown. You saw your parents entering a cabriole from the wide window. When they disappeared, you ran into the backyard and released Nana from the leash.

Tomorrow you'll sort it out with your dad. George can be furious, your mom word it as passionate, but deep down he's the most caring father you could wish for. George is always barking, never biting.

And your night would have ended there if you hadn't looked up. You should have seen a starry night. A full moon. But you saw your brothers. Flying.

That's it. You went crazy. Mad. Lunatic.

"Peter, wait!" Michael cry out. "You forgot one sister!"

"Michael?" You shuddered. Insane. Completely insane. "Michael, is that you?"

"Wait a second!" Michael waved the teddy bear at you and disappeared into the sky. After a infinite second, he appeared with something glowing in his hand and flew towards you. "Think happy thoughts," he instructed you.

Then a glittering dust fell on you. You coughed and tried to clear yourself. Crazy. Completely crazy. When you looked down, you saw the ground. Which would be normal. If it wasn't too far away.

Michael took your hand. "I told you Peter Pan existed!"

"Oh. My God." You shouted. "Oh. My God." You were flying! Flying. No. No, you weren't. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and emptied your mind. When you opened your eyes, you saw the Big Ben. From above. "Oh. My. God."

"Don't be scared." Michael gave you two pats on the back. The same you do when he wakes up from a nightmare. He gave you his teddy bear. You hold onto it like it would protect you from anything. "We are going to Neverland!"

Then Michael flew again. You got to see John and Wendy flying up ahead, along with who could only be Peter Pan. You tried to follow them, but flying was a lot harder than the three of them made it out to be.

It was just a really realistic dream. Just that. A good dream about flying with your siblings.

Hugging the teddy bear, you slowly followed them. You passed chimneys, climbed through clouds, stood over the hands of Big Ben: always a few minutes late in comparison to them. But in the end, even with a lot of fear, you did follow them towards the Second Star to the Right.

Seeing Neverland, you felt butterflies in your stomach. It wasn't madness, it wasn't a dream, it was true. When the four stopped on a cloud, you thought you finally caught up with them.

Then something hit you.

It got tangled up in your body, heavy enough to make you fall. A net pulling you into the sea. You tried to fly, you tried to let go, but the more you moved the more you got tangled up in it.

The net was heavy, pulling you down, but it wasn't a sudden fall. You just couldn't go up. Which didn't mean it was comfortable. Yards and yards of fabric tangled up on you, just weighing you down.

A whirlwind of voices showed you that people were approaching, but you couldn't see anything. You just felt the impact against what must have been the ground. It didn't hurt, but it felt weird to stop flying.

"Finally, Mr. Smee, I will take care of my worthy opponent." You heard a rough, deep voice. People laughed at what he said. "I've waited years for it."

"That's not countin' the holidays, either", Mr. Smee complete. "Aye, there is the knife, Captain."

You tried to let go but only heard a deep chuckle. "Don't be a coward, my old enemy, face your fate." You heard the ripping of ropes. The weight on you began to lift. "Hook defeated you."

The knot holding the hammock came undone, and only then did you realize how much you needed to breathe without pounds of rope over your face. You blinked, the sun blinded you, and the black silhouette in front of you took on color.

And he was beautiful. You've read stories about pirates. Beautiful and funny stories like the ones Wendy shares with her brothers. But also about strong men, who know their ships like the back of their hands, who survive the ravages of the sea and vanquish the mightiest heroes. And you've also read about pirates who knew how to please a woman, dishonest men who kneel in front of their beloved, experienced men doing things girls shouldn't even know exist.

Hook reminded you of the latter type. "Disappointed?", you whispered. After all, it was just a dream.

Hook was frozen in place. Ready to slit Peter's throat and deliver him an honorable death, what was caught in his net was something far different than his little imp.

His heart was pounding so loudly that he almost didn't hear the question asked by the lady in front of him. Disappointed? How could he? You were more beautiful than any mermaid, more graceful than any woman he had ever seen, more delicate than any pearl. Wars would be fought in your honor and that would be the least any man with sense could do.

But his sailors are not known for being sensible.

"Of course we are!" One of them thought he had the right to talk to you. As if it wasn't already a miracle that he could see someone like you. "Where's Peter?"

Then Hook moved. He took the revolver out of his jacket and, without even looking in the direction he was aiming, pulled the trigger. The sailor fell overboard.

"Forgive me", Hook extends his hand to you. "My men don't know how to treat a lady."

You hesitated but accepted the touch. Hook set you on your feet again, more gently than you thought a pirate could display. "Apparently you kidnapped me."

"Aye, this is just a misunderstanding. See, I thought you were Peter Pan. It's not every day you see someone different flying over my ship."

"So... can I leave?" Your feet left the ground. Looks like you were already getting used to this flying thing. "And nothing will happen to me?"

Hook ran his fingers through his hat, a polite smile spreading across his face. "I would never dream of hurting you." Hook gestured toward his office. "May I apologize for the misunderstanding?"

"Apologize?"

"Drinks and conversation." Hook ran his fingers over his face. Good thing Mr. Smee shaved. It would be a horror if the love of his life met him in something other than his best version. "A proper apology."

You wouldn't normally accept such a request. To be alone with an unknown and dangerous man. Drinking with a man! But that was just a dream.

In his room, you floated around looking at the different shelves and finds. A pirate ship! It has so many treasures. "If you had captured Peter, would you have killed him?"

Your question took him by surprise. "That doesn't strike me as a conversation of lady interest."

As you turned, you saw Hook swapping the silver hook for a gold one. You smirked. "I showed interest, didn't I?"

Bossy. Ah, Hook knew you were his soulmate for sure. "I would have. Does that bother you?"

"No." You floated toward him, and sat down on the chair across from the table. Hook poured two glasses of some drink. You took the glass and thanked him, but didn't drink. "After all, this it's nothing but a dream."

"Dream?” Hook chuckled, downing his drink and sitting back in his armchair. “What convinces you of that?”

"I was at home, ready for bed, and suddenly I was flying to Neverland." You shrugged. "Clearly a dream."

Hook understood what was happening. Peter seems to have been confused. You are not a lost child. He never was careful. "I can prove this is not a dream."

"How?"

Hook rose, slowly circling the table. In front of her, he leaned on the wood. "Aren't you going to drink?"

Only then did you remember the glass in your hands. You took a sip, a grimace came over your face. "Strong", you coughed.

"Here's the proof." Hook touched your chin, making you lift your head and look. Only he did it with the golden hook. "Ever felt something like that in a dream?"

You swallowed hard. "No."

"So that means you're alone with the most dangerous pirate on the seven seas, the person who wouldn't have thought twice about slicing someone's throat out, completely helpless." Hook leaned in until he could feel your breath against his face. "Does that bother you?"

"You don't seem interested in ripping my throat out."

He gave you time to walk away. To fly in the direction you wanted. To leave him without saying a single word. Hook gave you time, but you let him kiss you.

He tasted like the rum you ignored. The hook left your chin and slid down to your waist, pulling you toward him. You leaned into his chest, kissing him back. It was so wrong, so unlike anything you would ever do, but it also felt so good.

You pulled away for air, and felt his fingers caressing your cheek. When you opened your eyes, you saw that Hook was smiling. "Do you know how to be silent?" You nodded in agreement. "Excellent."

He lifted you from the chair, and in one swift movement sat you down on the table. Hook was strong. Too strong. He pressed his thumb to your lip, watching you with lust. "You were made for me."

Before you could say anything, Hook knelt. You've read about it in books, but you could never imagine it would be such a satisfying sight. A man so strong, so dangerous, brought to his knees by you.

Hook didn't even bother to remove your nightgown. He just stuck his head between the fabric, desperate to satisfy you. To make you feel the same way he felt about you. To make you scream for him and make everyone understand that you belonged with him.

And so you did. Feeling him delight in your curves, his tongue brushing against your lips, his fingers pressing into your clit. You tried to be silent as he asked, but after a while you stopped worrying about it.

"You..." You didn't even knew what you wanted to say. You just wanted to feel more. To feel completed. To feel more and more of him. "I think I had dreams like that before."

You felt him gasp against your sex. Hook rose, his damp face close to yours, and you felt your face burn. "Haven't I convinced you this isn't a dream yet?"

His fingers explored your lips again, applying just the right pressure. You moaned against his lips, Hook squeezed his eyes shut. "What else do I have to do to convince you?"

You smiled. "I think you know what you need to do."

He bit your lip. "As you wish."

His fingers entered you. Slowly, carefully, but no less willingly. He filled you, long fingers repeatedly penetrating your insides, and you were unable to do anything but hold on to his shoulders and allow him to do whatever he wanted to you.

The sound of your wet pussy was almost embarrassing. "You're mine", Hook whispered against your ear.

"As you wish."

He quickened his movements, fucking you with a devotion no one has ever shown you. So close, so glued to your body, Hook has guided you to orgasm. You shuddered against his fingers, your fingernails scratched his perfectly groomed jacket, your moans were uncontrollable.

"Do you still think I'm part of a dream?” Hook trailed kisses from your throat to your jaw. “Has anything this good ever happened in your dreams?'

You shook your head. It was as close to an answer you were able to give him. It was enough for him. Hook is patient. He can wait.

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Hunt Game (Charles Leclerc x reader) (p.3)

Series contain stalking, harrasment, sexual violence.

Word count : 5.5k

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Chapter 3

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You had never gone this long without going out of the house. You couldn’t even look out the window when you loved spending time on the balcony. Ever since you got the text messages, you have been living in constant fear. Fear of being watched, being stared at, being followed—but for some reason, you didn’t really want to tell Charles because it could be some kind of sick joke because, whether you liked it or not, your life wasn’t as public as you wanted it to be now that you had become Charles’ fiancée.

Charles, on the other hand, knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know how to bring it up without you shutting him off over and over.

"Hey, Charles! What’s up?" 

So, he opted to reach out to Lizzy and Martha because if you didn’t tell him anything, you would have told either of them. "Hey, Lizzy. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

"No, not at all. Did you have a fight with Y/N?” It was unusual because she knew Charles and you would never get into a big fight. Lizzy would have described the relationship as all glitter and sparkles, as cliche as it sounded, because she knew both of you were just made for each other. There were a few silly arguments that you had told her, but never one that went so bad that it needed a third person to settle it down.

"No. I just wanted to ask if Y/N has ever told you anything recently. Anything odd?" He brought the phone away, being extra vigilant about every sound since he didn’t want you to find out about the call.

"No? As far as I remember, there wasn’t anything bizarre. Did something happen?"

"I’ll call you back. Thank you, Lizzy.” The call ended right away when he saw you walk out of the room all the way to him for a hug. "Hi, baby."

"Who are you talking to? You had heard him talking on the phone, but the call happened to end right when you were about to bother him, so you couldn’t catch what the conversation was about.

Charles rested his chin on the crown of your head, hands stroking on your back. "It was no one, baby. Do you want to go on a walk around town?"

"No, thank you. I just want to stay at home.”

"You don’t want to keep me accompany? I’m all alone." He smiled, seeing the way the ends of your lips lifted up as you touched his cheek. "What if someone hits on me?"

"Well, I’m sure my fiancé is a very loyal guy.”Charles didn’t say anything, but you knew that looked very well. It was the same look he had when he caught you trying to hide your plan to celebrate his birthday. The look that told you he knew you were keeping something from him. "It’s nothing, love. I just don’t feel like going out."

"Sure, then."

He was vexed; you saw it from the way he clenched his teeth, but Charles, being Charles, would never push you to talk if you didn’t want to. You felt bad because it felt like he was beating himself for not being able to do anything. He was ignoring you on his way out after grabbing his stuff, and you tugged on his sleeve when he was about to turn the door knob. "Can you wait for me while I go change?"

"You don’t have to join me if you don’t want, baby. It’s fine."

"No, wait for me. I’ll be quick. 5 minutes!" You left his side and quickly changed into proper clothes, at least without your Disney Princess-printed pyjamas.

Charles pinched on your cheek as you walked out in your matching pair of sweatshirts in brown, looking much more put-together. "I like you more in your mismatched socks."

"Shut up!" He laughed as you punched him in the chest. "Everyone’s going to make fun of me if I come out looking like that."

"No one’s going to look at you except me, baby. He followed behind, locking the door on his way out. "And so what if you come out looking like that? People are free to wear whatever they want.”

"Okay, sir. Don’t think too deeply about this.” You chuckled, seeing the way he was so serious about it as both of you walked past the emergency door. Charles felt the way you grabbed his hand, clutching it so tight, but didn’t say anything.

Your grasp on him stayed throughout the time, and he just thought it made you look much more adorable clinging to him the whole time. Contradictory to the last time you walked on your own, you had a very fun, chill time with him. He kept on pulling a joke, poking fun, and it erased all those scary incidents you had a few days ago.

"Baby, what do you call a small mother?” He was already in a fit of laughter before you could come up with an answer.

"Stop laughing! I’m trying to think!” He was stumbling and still laughing, which cracked you up as well. "I don’t know. What is it?"

"A minimum." He was expecting you to throw your head back, but you were too stunned to even react. "What? It’s funny!"

"You are so lame! How is that funny?” He looked offended which made you felt bad for not giving him the reaction he was anticipating, but you ended up laughing as he looked so cute, pretending to be hurt from being called dull.

"It’s funny, okay? It’s my kind of joke."

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"Baby, wanna join me?"

"No." You stuck out your tongue, and he tugged on your hand, pulling you back towards his body, where he had nothing but a short pant with a towel draped along his broad shoulders. "They are interviewing Margot Robbie in 1 minute! I need to catch it live."

"Are you seriously choosing that over taking a shower with me?"

"Yes! Let go! I can’t miss it.” He rolled his eyes and smiled at the way you ran out to the living room, hurriedly turned on the television and folded your legs, feeling giddy from the intro alone.

10 minutes into the interview, your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. The text tones rang within every second, pulling your attention away. Lizzy must be getting into another fight with his boyfriend again because the only time your phone would go off this bad was when she got her boyfriend forgot to close the toilet lid or Martha complained about her life as a mom.

Your blood ran cold. It was a picture of you and Charles walking out of your apartment. He was there. He was actually there, but you were too abstracted and unaware of your surroundings whenever you were with Charles. Deciding to ignore the text again, you put the phone away and try to take your mind off it when the text tones turned into an upcoming call. The number on the screen was the same one as the one who had been texting you this whole time. It rang, your phone vibrated for a minute, and it turned back to a black screen. Then it rang again and again, this time without any gap in between each call. You eventually picked it up, hoping it would stop, but you regretted it almost immediately.

"Stop calling me!"

The other end of the line was silence. You would have expected them to go off judging on how urgent the phone calls came in, but all you heard was the sound of someone breathing.

"……."

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"……"

"Please stop calling me."

"I miss you.” They spoke in a low voice, sending chills running up and down your spine. You were about to end the call when they started to sob. "I can’t go on a day without seeing you. Please open the door."

Then came a knock. It wasn’t a loud one full of urgency. It was a soft, gentle one, but eventually turned into an aggressive one; the door handles moved up and down in a forceful way, making you tremble as you stepped away.

"Open the fucking door, Y/N.” They whispered and you heard them started laughing through the call, and the knocking stopped.

When Charles walked to the living room, he saw you leaning against the wall. He heard the sound of something dropped hard from the living room which he assumed was the sound from your phone which was facing down on the floor as he saw you in the state. His brows knitted when you came running and threw yourself against him, making him stumble back before hugging you back. "I’m scared. Please tell them to stop. You need to help me, honey.”

"Woah, slow down, baby.” He cradled your head against his chest while trying to catch you blathering against him shirt. "What’s going on?"

"Someone —" The knock on the door came again, and it made you shudder with horror. Charles was quick on his step to open it, but you pulled him back, shaking your head persistently. "Don’t open the door."

"Why?" The knock came again.

"No, please, don’t open the door.” Charles looked back as the sound of knocking came again. "Please, please, don’t open it!"

"Okay, okay! I won’t."

"I don’t feel safe.” You muttered. For once, the home you had been living in for years—the home that had been the witness to the growth of your relationship with Charles—became frigid, cold, and unfriendly. "I don’t feel safe, Charles."

"Baby—" 

"I don’t know what they want." You felt tears well up in your eyes as Charles cupped on your cheeks.

"Who are you talking about? 

"I don’t know.” Your words became a mumble when you clung on to him, too tired to talk about it even more. It was tiring because you badly needed him to make it stop. You knew he would be someone who could put it to an end, but how would you be able to get him to help you when you didn’t even know where to start? You were only able to say, "I don’t know," because that was all you knew. How do you explain to him that you had been living with a constant feeling of being watched, and it all happened all of a sudden? You were doing fine, living in your colourful bubble of life last week, and then it all went down the graph without notice.

It was exasperating as well, because you didn’t even know what they wanted. whether it was something serious or if it was all just a sick prank. You did get a number of messages from Charles’ followers at one point in your life where they said some nasty stuff, but it eventually stopped without you having to tell your fiancé about it. It made you think that maybe this could be one of them as well,

that maybe it will stop.

So the calls and messages remained as your surreptitious secret.

Charles wanted to push further because none of the words you said made sense. He had never seen anyone. He didn’t know why you went frantic over a knock when it wasn’t anything new. The delivery man would always leave a knock or two to confirm that they left the packages in front of the door because pressing a bell would cause too much fuss, especially if there were plenty of packages being delivered at different times.

Later on the day, when you were trying to distract your mind by working on a puzzle piece in the room, he went to get your phone that was left and forgotten. He didn’t turn it on, though you wouldn’t mind it. Just like how you were free to check on his phone. He didn’t feel the need to check on it at the moment, so he put it aside. He even went to open the main door, and just as he expected, there were plenty of packages placed outside, meaning the knock from earlier had to be from the delivery man.

Were you losing it? What was going on? But he didn’t tell you. He didn’t say anything about the knock or the packages because, though he hadn’t seen anything absurd, he knew something was bothering you.

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It felt like breathing fresh air from your hotel room.

You badly needed this change of scenery. While Charles needed to be in the paddock early in the morning, you chose to stay behind and spend some time alone. Just like any other race week, you would bring your journal book and go to a random cafe that Google suggested. It wasn’t anything new, and Charles knew that too.

He perceived it probably had something to do with you being in a different country, but he was glad that you were still sticking to what you loved to do, even after what happened last week. Not saying that it all had ended, though he wished it had, but at least you weren’t being anxious all the time.

"Have you brought your sticker set? 

You chuckled. "No, I don’t need them. I just wanted to write on the page, so I only need,” You picked up a few pens and highlighters from the table. "this!"

"Why not?" Charles put on his watch and walked towards you, hands placed on your waist.

"Because I feel like writing today.” His lips on your shoulder lines made you giggle.

"Call me if something happens, alright? Spam me with pictures and texts." He left more trails of kisses on your neck, making you laugh on purpose, as that was all he needed to hear before he left.

"I know! Go now or you’ll be late, honey.” You whined, pushing him towards the door. He should have been at the paddock by now but still taking his sweet little time. You could never get how he never felt anxious about being late.

"If I don’t pick up your call, then just —“

"Call Joris. I know! Good luck, honey!” You tiptoed and pecked his cheek before shooing him off. He would spend another 10 minutes lecturing and reminding you about the same thing over and over if you didn’t stop him.

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"Here’s your double chocolate macadamia cookie."

You had been sitting at the cafe nearby your hotel, updating your journal and trying to draw a few random things you could think of when the waiter placed a plate of cookies on your table, one that you didn’t order. "Oh? I think you got the wrong table because —"

"I don’t think so. Someone paid and asked us to give it to you. Enjoy!"

You had been staring at the cookies since the minute the waiter walked away. Anything with macadamia had always been your favourite, but you weren’t sure if you should just take what was given to you. Even if it was given for free.

"That looks good.” You looked up from your table and saw a guy dressed up in a black jacket. He casually took the empty seat by your side and placed his sling bag on his side. The way he acted so relax made it seem as if you had made a plan to meet up with him beforehand. You were taken aback, and it was very obvious from your expression because he cocked his brow, waiting for you to say something.

“I—um," You kept on looking at his seat while trying to figure out the most acceptable words without coming off rude, but it seemed like he had gotten the idea off from your expression.

"Oh, is this seat taken? I’m not going to be long. You write?"

He looked at your journal, and you realised his iris moved and trailed the lines of words you had written, as if he was reading it so you subtly moved your hand across the page before closing it. No one has ever read anything in it except for Charles, and you certainly didn’t feel comfortable having a random stranger invaded not only your space but your privacy.

He realised you weren’t comfortable because, just like your fiancé, he had actually analysed your body movement for weeks, but it was his first time seeing you up close without the paddock barrier.

and without Charles.

"I write too.” He bent down and took out a green notebook with a striped marker pen, placing it on the table. "I thought you liked macadamia; why don’t you eat this?” He lightly pushed the plate of cookies and you looked away, feeling painfully unbearable from his way of approach.

You didn’t reply, and you hoped he would leave you alone, but he stayed, eyes glued on you, as if he wanted you to know he was looking at you and wasn’t gonna back down though you had been ignoring him. You saw he tried to come up with another topic as he straightened his back, but before he could say anything, your phone rang.

"Hi, baby. Where are you?” Charles’ voice came on the other line.

"I am at a cafe near the hotel.” Your voice almost came out as a whisper.

"I got a few hours of break before P2. You want me to come pick you up?"

You wanted to stay longer, but not when there was a stranger who happened to sit at your table, staring at you with his fist clenched, as if he were ready to throw a punch at someone, so you said yes, though you didn’t actually want to bug him.

"Are you leaving?” He asked when you took your pens, which were scattered on the table. "Stay with me."

"Leave me alone!" You winced when he suddenly grabbed on your wrist.

"What is wrong with you?!” He had a wrathful voice, the same one you heard on the phone last week. You should have trusted your gut. Right after he sat by your side, you smelled a very distinctive smell, the same one from the elevator incident, but you tried to play it cool because you might be exaggerating to think that there was only one person in the room with the scent, but it was all connected when he raised his voice as he pulled you back on your seat.

"Let me go, or I’ll scream.” You went back, and he let go right away, but you didn’t miss the disgruntled look. It was the look that made you feel like he was capable of doing something more.

Charles brought you back to the paddock where you stayed in Ferrari’s hospitality, away in a place where no one could come in except if you were part of the invited guests or you worked for the team. You felt much safer in here, wishing for the rest of the week to pass by without any other scary encounters, but little did you know, there were a few pictures taken by someone when the man sat by your side.

Someone he had asked for help and came prepared with a camera.

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Like always, you would always arrive at the paddock with Charles early, as he had a busy day ahead with the media before the actual race. While your fiancé got caught up in his schedules, you had been spending time with Kika at the restaurant. She was Pierre’s girlfriend, and you had met her earlier this year when they both started dating. Though she wasn’t someone whom you would meet at least once a week, both of you would always be together every race week.

"I met a creepy guy last Friday.” You gave in. You wanted to keep it hidden and sealed in your little box and get it buried under the sand until it eventually faded away, but it was hard because until you shared it with someone else, it would keep on lingering in your head.

"Who?!" Kika’s eyes widened.

"I don’t know. I don’t want to assume things, but I felt like he was the same guy who had been following me back in Monaco.” You replied while tracing your fingers on your wrist, recalling the grip he had on you.

"Did Charles know?"

You looked at her perturbed face and bit your lips. That was enough of an answer for her, because she looked at you with incredulity. "I don’t want him to be worried about me."

"You are his fiancée. He’s always going to be worried about you, even when you tell him nothing.”

You heaved a sigh. "It’s okay. It will probably stop soon."

"What if it doesn’t?"

"It will." You reassured her. No, it was more like you tried to remove your own doubts that it would get better soon.

If only you knew what he had planned for you, you wouldn’t actually wait a second to tell Charles about this.

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When the whole catching up session came to an end, you were walking back to Ferrari’s hospitality when someone yanked on your arm and forced you to follow them somewhere secluded. 

The small, narrow area in between the buildings.

"Scream then. I would love to hear you scream my name. Stay still!”

You squirmed in his grip, brows knitted together, trying to perceive his words. You didn’t have to get a clue from his scent now that you recognised his face. His deep brown eyes bore into yours, one that sent chills to your body even if you only caught a glance from it. The deep smile lines that developed around his cheeks when he smiled at you, the kind of smile that made you shiver. The way he looked at you was the same way as a lion salivating over a deer. You felt naked. He traced his tongue across your neck and you felt disgusted. He was so close, glued on your body that you could feel the way his chest rise within every breath he took and he was so, so calm.

Before you could do anything, he pushed you aside and walked away, mixing in with the rest of the strangers.

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"See you in a few hours, baby. Wish me luck?”Charles gave a cheery smile and engulfed you in a hug.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you on the cheek. You had only seen him for a few minutes when he occasionally dropped by to pay you a visit in between his rests, and you were thankful because it was so short that you weren’t having a hard time trying to hide your shaken state, therefore it wouldn’t distract him from the race that was less than two hours away. "Good luck, honey. Come back to me in one piece. Promise?"

"Promise." He locked his pinky with yours and brushed his lips on your finger before leaving the room. "I love you."

Unknowingly, his phone had received two pictures from an anonymous number as soon as he handed his stuff to Andrea. One that would cost him the race if the text came a minute earlier.

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When the race ended, Charles was required to change into a much more comfortable outfit before the post-race press conference, and that was when he finally checked his phone. As soon as he saw the pictures, he felt paralysed. It was a picture of you with another man, seeming to be holding hands at a cafe, while the second one was a picture of you hugging the man, which seemed to take place before the race as you were wearing the same clothes. There weren’t any other texts that came along. No other clarification. It was just a clean snap and sent.

"Oh? Have you done with the press conference?" You looked up as he walked in, assuming that the scheduled plan ended earlier or it was postponed.

"Would you mind explaining this?" He handed you his phone, and the prominent cheek apple on your face vanished right away.

"Where did you get this?"

"Oh, so that’s much more important? The first thing you could think of was not what happened, not to clarify who the man was, but where I got it from." He was in such utter disbelief that he couldn’t form any other words and just let out a chuckle. "If you need time to come up with an explanation, then I’m giving you time.” He stormed out, leaving you unnerved.

After the press conference, he walked back into his room to take his stuff, and you sat there, feeling invisible because not only did he not say anything to you, he didn’t even spare you a glance.

You were on a call with your parent with no earphones or AirPods in. Though he wasn’t in the camera as he walked in, your mom saw it when you looked up from your iPad, your head moving left and right as if you were looking at someone behind the camera.

"Is Charles back, honey?” She asked.

“N — not yet, mom.” You glanced at him as he put his phone charger into a small bag and a few other things on the table while playing deaf.

"I haven’t talked to him for a while. Is he doing fine?"

"He is doing fine..” He then walked pass your side and left. There was no trace of him in the driver’s room anymore. All there was left was your stuff. Your hair clip, your phone, your jacket, and your handbag. Everything that belongs to you that you have yet to pack.

Since you had lied to your mom that Charles wasn’t finished with the press conference, she went on to talk about a different topic, seemingly to think that you were in no urgency to end the call while you, on the other hand, were so sure that Charles would have been at the hotel already. The only thing that stopped her from continuing her next topic was when you told him you were running out of battery.

"Bye, mom. I’ll get back to you later. Take care of yourself!”

"You too, darling.”

You pressed the end call button and made haste to gather your stuff right away, putting them all in your cute tote bag while your lipstick, lipgloss, and any small makeup products were in your small handbag. You had always been someone who could never do anything in a rush, and Charles was probably resting in the hotel room by now, so you didn’t see any point in chasing the time because you still needed to grab a cab.

That was what you thought until you opened the door and saw Charles standing outside, playing with his phone while he was leaning against the wall. He put his phone away when he saw you in the corner of his eyes and took a step closer to take the stuff you had in your hand.

"I thought you left..." You mumbled.

"I’m upset, but you are still my responsibility. I’m not leaving you here all alone.” Charles replied, yet it felt so distant. It was dry and monotone, which was enough to tell you that he wasn’t done yet with the issue. "Stay here." Just as he thought, you would always leave something behind no matter how many times you checked, so he always had to go into it again, regardless of how bothered he was. And there he saw, your hair clip on the couch and slipped it into his small bag before walking out, leaving you to chase after him.

"Did I leave anything?" 

"No, you didn’t.” He couldn’t help but to grin a little when he saw your slight smile, feeling a little proud that you weren’t being careless this time without his help.

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As if the steaming hot water could wash away those burning feelings on your skin, you spent what felt like hours in the bathroom scrubbing every part of it without realising that it was reddened and irritated until you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt strong emotions towards resentment then you were afraid of him. It felt like you allowed him to have the upper hand for being too weak, and baulked at yourself for making it worse now that it entangled with your relationship with Charles.

When you were done with the last step of your skincare, you walked out of the bathroom to see that your phone and iPad were all connected to the charger. Charles must have checked them while you were in the shower, though he hasn’t been talking to you.

He was well dressed, standing in front of the mirror, and combed his fingers in between the curls of his hair while you remained seated on the bed, hugging your legs against your body.

"I don’t want to go." You muttered, breaking the cold air in the room.

He remained still, eyes still locked on his reflection, while you waited for his reply, which didn’t come.

You scooted a little further on the bed and tugged yourself under the cover. You didn’t have to look back to know he was already gone to the post-race party when you heard the door close. That was when the tears you had been holding in the whole day came rushing all at once, and you didn’t have to hold back every sob now that you were left alone.

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"Charles!" Pierre arrived at the lobby to see his friend alone, sitting in one of the fancy armchairs, with arms resting on his legs as he played with his phone. "Where’s Y/N?"

"She’s in the room.” Charles’ reply was short and stiff.

"Okay…? I smell a fight.” He replied, joining him. "Was this about the creepy man?"

Charles’ fingers stopped scrolling on his Instagram feed as he looked up at the other guy. "What creepy man are you talking about?"

Pierre’s mouth formed an ‘o’ when he got the slightest idea of what was the issue here just from the question. "She didn’t tell you?"

"She told me nothing, dude. Literally nothing. She probably think I was incapable of helping her.” He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

"Kika told me Y/N felt like someone had been following her. It could be the same guy she encountered back in Monaco.” Pierre grasped his friend’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I don’t think she’s not telling you had anything to with your incapability. She probably thought it was a right thing to do and wanted to figure it out on her own.”

If Pierre had the ability to see what was in Charles’ mind at the moment, he would have seen those lines from dots to dots of him trying to think of any correlation from what Pierre had told him with the way you were acting last week and the pictures he got from an anonymous number.

It couldn’t be from the same guy, right?

"Oh, there’s Kika. Wanna tag along?” Pierre stood up as his girlfriend joined the group.

"Oh, I’m not going to the party, actually.” Charles gave a smile and shook his head, declining the offer.

"Then what are you even doing here?”

"I’m waiting for my food delivery. Y/N hasn’t eaten anything.” He turned his phone back on and clicked on the food delivery apps to check the estimated time of arrival.

"What?" Pierre stared at his friend in disbelief. "You are waiting for your food delivery looking like that? Like, I get it, you are the Charles Leclerc, but you kind of went overboard. Just join us, dude."

He rolled his eyes and straightened his white shirt. He was indeed dressing up as if he were ready to get drunk, but you only told him you weren’t going at the very last minute, so his actual purpose of leaving the room was to order your favourite food and wait for it to be delivered down at the lobby. "I’m not going if Y/N’s not going. You know that. You two have fun."

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The sound of the door unlocked made you flinch in your bed. Charles walked in with a few paper bags in his hand, and you sat up in surprise, seeing him coming back only after an hour. He took off his watch, placing it back where it was before he left the room. "I thought you were asleep.” He blurted while rolling up his white shirt sleeves up to his elbows.

"You are not going to the party?” Your voice was small, a little quivering as you tried to hide your sobs.

"No.” He saw you wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand, obviously lacking the courage to react or act on your true self in front of him after the disagreement. The tear-stained cheeks looked more obvious now that he sat down in front of you. Though it had only been a few hours since the argument, he felt like he hadn’t seen your beautiful face since forever. You felt his eyes on you as you sat up, giving him a tiny smile that you could master after you patted on your damp cheeks. The smile that gave his heart an ache, making him feel bad for blowing up on you like that. "Come here, baby."

When he pulled you in for a hug, you would have wished you hadn’t put on any skincare that night because another round of hot tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope your tears would stop while you clung to him.

"I’m sorry." You wept in his arms, choking up on your tears.

"It’s okay, baby. It’s okay." He ran his arms up and down your back as you cried in his arms for as long as you wanted, until your sobs ultimately subsided. "We are not talking about it tonight, okay? I know you don’t feel like telling me yet. It’s fine. And I don’t need you to cry again because,” He rested his hand on your chin. “your eyes are puffy enough.” He chuckled along with you before standing up to get the paper bags. “Let me show you what I got for dinner.”

You gasped at the huge amount of selection as he bought out one after another. The paper bag didn’t seem heavy as he walked in with it, so you weren’t expecting the table to be full of food. It could feast a group of people. "How did you get this? They don’t do delivery?”

"It wasn’t that hard.” He replied, taking the cutleries from the paper bag and handed a pair of fork and spoon to you. It was actually hard. He called the restaurant and he was denied at first. He had to arrange someone who could drive 40 minutes all the way to the restaurants and prepared a list of order on the side so it would be easier. Not to mention that he had to change the order a few times as some of them were not available. It was a whole workout he had down at the lobby.

Charles’s coming back to the hotel wasn’t in his plan. He had been standing near your room, thinking of a way to get you out of the room without looking suspicious on the surveillance camera, but the driver had to come back and ruin everything for him. It didn’t seem like the pictures he sent were enough to cause a storm in the relationship but that should be fine. He had a lot of things planned.

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@oopsiedaisiesbaby Since you wrote something for me here’s something for you that’s been brewing in my head for awhile now:

Ok so hear me out- I don’t know how people feel about rpf (I mean technically Clegan is rpf) but this picture of Austin and Callum has given me all sorts of ideas, I can’t help it 😩:

So I’m thinking they’ve always flirted with one another but always made it out it be a joke, or like they’d back off as soon as or before it got too serious. Like they’d both say off hand comments or remarks about/to the other that always has the other reeling back and wondering, second guessing everything but convincing themselves they’re trying to make it into something it’s not, seeing things that aren’t there, looking too far into it. And the way Austin looks at Callum- it’s hard for Callum to look back sometimes, it feels so intense and sensual and he’s afraid of his own expression giving anything away. But Callum tells himself Austin looks at everyone that way, he has very intense eye contact and it can easily come across as sexual when he doesn’t mean for it to. So they’ve been dancing around one another for as long as they’ve known each other.

Also- as far as their sexuality goes, in my head, Callum has never really been interested in men, but there have been more than a few times where he’s found stereotypical “pretty boys” and “twinks” attractive like he would a woman and thought about what it would be like to have sex with them, and it wasn’t a repulsive thought, but he always buried that in the back of his head. Until he met Austin and then all bets were off, not even to himself could he pretend he didn’t want to absolutely wreck him. But he told himself it was because it/he was Austin, like everyone wants him, he just has that affect on people. And he’s just so fucking gorgeous and lovely that he defies gender and sexuality.

And then for Austin, well- I think he’s definitely felt attraction to men before. More so than Callum. But it’s also something he’s buried deep down and not dealt with or acted upon (except for maybe a few make out sessions or mutual jerking off/hand jobs with his male peers as a teen), because he has a lot of hang ups about it, partly due to how he’s perceived by the public as a pretty and feminine man, so he often feels the need to overcompensate in the opposite direction, also because he doesn’t want to get typecast as that type of man all the time. And also because of so much of the unwanted attention and attraction he has received from grown and older men since puberty. He’s had creepy old and middle aged men creep on him since he was a teenager and so he still feels uncomfortable about it, still gets the creeps sometimes when an older man will make a comment toward/to him or touch him in what could be an intimate way. I imagine he had quite a few uncomfortable or outright inappropriate interactions with or comments directed at him by male executives, producers, and directors as a young teen auditioning for and landing roles on Disney and Nickelodeon, and so obviously that made the “finding men attractive” part of his brain shut off completely, even though men closer to his age (who he was actually attracted to on some level) weren’t the issue and weren’t who made him feel uncomfortable.

So, Callum and Austin have been dancing around each other since they first met. But that night at the Boys in the Boat premiere, Austin gets uncharacteristically sloshed for whatever reason, maybe he just was in a good happy mood and felt safe and so he let himself go a bit. (He always feels safe with Callum). Callum is finding it very entertaining to see Austin so unguarded and carefree; Austin is always friendly and approachable, but he’s careful with who he opens up completely to and who he allows himself to be vulnerable around. Callum is one of the lucky few who he trusts to do so around, and Callum carries that privilege like a badge of honor. Austin is very flirty with Callum throughout the night, and gets more and more so, and touchier as well, the drunker he gets. And by the end of the night, Austin is completely defenseless, with zero inhibitions, plastered over and leaning heavily on Callum to hold him up or else he couldn’t stand by himself, smiling brightly and lovingly at Callum and looking up at him from under his lashes like he always does, but now it’s even more pointed, more intense, and it has Callum blushing deeply and turning his gaze away.

“He’s so lovely, even when he’s plastered,” Callum thinks to himself. “Let’s get you back to your hotel room, big guy, I think you’ve had enough fun for one night” is what he says out loud instead. Austin doesn’t argue, just giggles like Callum said something super funny and leans into him even heavier.

Callum gets his driver to take them both to the hotel Austin is staying at and tells him to wait while he walks Austin up to his room and makes sure he’s okay. In the elevator, Austin lays his head against Callum’s shoulder and looks up at him with a super serious expression on his face, and says “I feel safe with you, Cal.” Callum's heart flutters and melts in his chest and he swallows before he responds. “I’m always here for you, mate, you know that.” Austin smiles at that and leans his head again back on Callum’s shoulder.

Callum gets Austin up and into his hotel room, putting Austin’s arm around his shoulders and holding onto his hand that’s around his neck, trying not to think about how his hand easily wraps around Austin’s entire wrist. The whole time Austin is just hanging off of him. Once he gets him into his room, he bends down to help Austin take off his shoes, but as he does, Austin stops him with a hand on his shoulder and pulls him back up. “Stay the night with me here, Cal?” he asks with those big blue puppy dog eyes.

“I can’t, my driver is waiting for me outside the hotel,” Callum replies truthfully. He can’t deny that he wants to stay, but he knows what a terrible idea that would be for so many reasons, most of all being that he knows Austin will be embarrassed in the morning and it will be awkward as hell. Austin pouts a little bit and oh God, he’s so adorable, this drunk 32 year old grown man pouting looking like he’s about 12.

“You’ll be okay, let’s just get you to bed,” Callum says as he helps maneuver Austin to the bedroom in the hotel suite. As he’s trying to get Austin to sit or lay down on the bed from where he’s still hanging off of him, Austin is looking up at him intensely again from under those damn lashes and rasps, “Kiss me, Cal.”

He’s looking at him completely open. No inhibitions. Just pure, deep desire. And yeah, Callum’s entire body feels like it’s on fire. He audibly gasps. There’s a heat growing in his groin and his heart is beating rapidly in his chest and his palms are sweating and his face is on fire and no, this can’t be happening, what is happening right now. He’s got to be imagining this.

But that’s right, Austin is drunk. He’s not thinking straight, that’s all. He doesn’t have control of his faculties at the moment. He won’t even remember saying it in the morning. He looks away from Austin’s intense gaze and manages to choke out, “I can’t, Aus. You’re-you’re drunk.” Austin, damn him, gets that stupidly adorable and heartbreaking pout back on his face. His eyes even seem to be filling with tears, his forehead wrinkles up.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” he whines. Callum at first feels absolutely heartbroken until he realizes that Austin has probably never been rejected or denied a kiss once in his life; he’s probably genuinely confused with Callum’s answer. He laughs under his breath at that. “God, the irony, if he only knew how much I want to” he thinks.

“I cant, Aus. I’m sorry. Come on, let’s get you into bed.” Once he’s gotten him to lay down, Austin closes his eyes and it seems like it will only be a few seconds before he’s passed out. Callum pats him on the thigh and says, “I’ll text you tomorrow,” as he heads out the door and back down to where his driver is parked outside waiting.

The next day, Austin texts him around noon just to thank him for getting him safely back to his hotel room, and apologizes for being so out of it. Callum responds that it wasn’t a hassle and that he was glad he had a good time and enjoyed himself. Neither of them mention what Austin had said. Callum doesn’t ever ask him if he remembers what he said that night. They return to their normal dynamic, and luckily (or not) it doesn’t change anything about their friendship or feel awkward or weird at all.

Then I think maybe months later, after the Masters of the Air press tour has wrapped (in which there was a hell of a lot more flirting and touching), Austin texts Callum when it’s in the middle of the night (super early morning) in the UK and late at night in the US, asking if he’s awake. The buzz of his phone on his nightstand wakes him up and he responds “Now I am, thanks” and then his phone is ringing.

“What’s the matter?” He asks when he picks up because this isn’t like Austin at all.

“Cal,” Austin breathes on the other line. His voice is raspier and even deeper than normal if that’s even possible. Immediately Callum is awake and feels a sharp heat pooling in his groin.

“Cal, please tell me you wanted to kiss me that night. Please tell me you wanted it just as much as I did.” Austin sounds a bit tipsy, not fully sober, and Callum wants to curse him out for torturing him like this. “Austin are you-”

“I’m not drunk, Callum. I’ve had a couple drinks to loosen up but I’m not drunk. I’m just sick of pretending. And I want you right now. I want you so badly, Cal, I can’t take it anymore.”

Callum hears rustling around on the other line and realizes that Austin is touching himself. And at that realization, all bets are off.

“Jesus Christ, Austin, are you touching yourself right now?”

“Yeah” he breathes, his breath hitching a bit. Hearing Austin in this state, it’s something Callum had imagined so often but never thought he’d actually get to hear. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it as he reaches into his pants and pulls his cock out and starts tugging on it.

“Jesus, Austin, you have no idea, no idea how bad I want you. Wanted you for so long, it’s been torture not being able to touch you the way I want to. You have no idea what you do to me, have no idea the things I want to do to you.”

Austin moans on the other side of the phone. Callum is enthralled with how high his breathy moans are, so much higher than his deep voice regularly.

“Tell me,” Austin breathes.

“God, baby, I just wanna get my mouth on you, all over you. Wanna make you feel so good. Wanna do everything to you, with you. Anything you want, baby boy. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Aus. The way you look at me sometimes- You drive me fucking crazy.”

By this point they’re both jerking themselves off loudly, they both can hear the other and they’re both close, picking up speed.

“Wanna hear you, baby. Wanna hear how good you feel, thinking about me there making you feel good instead.”

Callum feels high, drunk, delirious. He still can’t believe this is actually happening.

“So good, Cal. Wish you were here touching me.”

“Yeah” Callum grunts back, he’s at the point where he doesn’t have any words left to use, his mind is fogged by white hot desire.

“Sometimes I fuck myself on my fingers and imagine it’s your cock inside me,” Austin rasps.

And that about does Callum in.

He groans loudly, “Yeah? You want my cock, baby?”, he’s proud that he is able to get that much out in response.

Austin moans on the other end “Yeah, I want it. Want your cock so bad. Been thinking it about for so long, now, Cal.”

That’s all it takes for Callum to come all over himself and his bedsheets. He can tell Austin is close on the other end.

“Come on baby, want you to come for me. Wanna hear you come. Know you sound so pretty when you do, while you’re thinking about having my cock in you.”

Austin keens at that and Callum can hear him finishing on the other end, high breathy moans and gasps filling the space. God, he sounded even more beautiful coming than Callum ever imagined, and he’d imagined it plenty.

“Jesus Christ, Austin, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says once he gets his voice back fully. Austin laughs breathily on the other end, still breathing heavily.

“Wow, Austin. That was- just wow. So fucking hot. Damn.” Austin laughs breathily again. They’re silent for a few moments, catching their breaths, and Callum starts to get a bit nervous.

“Now what did I do to deserve all that, huh? What provoked all this? Not that I’m complaining,“ he asks.

“Was at a brand event tonight, and this male brand ambassador was all over me. And I’d had a few drinks- I’m not drunk, I promise- and all I could think about was how I did want a man touching me like that. But not him, or any other man, I just wanted you. Have always wanted you, Cal. I- sometimes I feel uncomfortable with male attention, having men wanting me. But you- you’re the man that I want, Cal. I want you to want me. And well, I used to tell myself I was just seeing things that I wanted to see, but I could have sworn you looked at me like you wanted me back that night- That night at the premiere, when you brought me back to the hotel- I could have sworn you wanted to kiss me, even through my drunken haze. The way you put your arm around my waist sometimes, how you touch my face. I love when you do those things, Cal. The way you had your hand wrapped around my entire wrist that night I was drunk- I loved how it made me feel small, protected. I love how much bigger you are than me, how you make me feel safe.”

“What city are you in right now?”

“…Huh?”

“What city are you in right now, Aus?”

“I-I don’t understand what that has to do with anything at the moment.”

“Because I’m looking up the next flight out of London that I can get on so that I can get to wherever you are right now. Now that I know you want me to touch you, I can’t stand another second of not being able to get my hands on you like I want to. What city are in right now, Austin?”

“New York,” Austin breathes.

“I’ll be there by this afternoon.”

[gffa]

Honestly, I felt touched by your answer to the other anon. It must be very tiresome to deal with shit like that for so long.

People are rage baiting, throwing ready-made arguments abt everything. From serious topics like politics to fans enjoying a movie. Respectful discussion doesn't exist.

I've seen an answer inside a thread that I think apllies: if someone says rude things online to a damn stranger, said stranger has no obligation of being polite back or to try to understand. People need to rethink how they interact online. And, in some cases, there's no solution, jerks will be jerks.

Sorry you have to deal with that. Be good out there.

Hi! Thank you for the very sweet message, I appreciate it. And goddddd I have so many things to say about the state of respectful discussion (and the lack of it) in Star Wars fandom, because I don't think I've met a fandom where it's so complicated to even just understand the boundaries of a given discussion. Like, okay, let's say I'm going to have a conversation with someone who is Jedi-critical and we want it to be a respectful discussion--what does that look like? Because I've had discussions that I thought were very civil and fruitful, but then later almost every time I would see the person comment something like "Jedi fans are so blind they can't admit the truth." on someone else's post, often about a subject that we'd discussed. So, what initially felt like a respectful discussion then becomes completely soured and another source of contention in the fandom imo. And then there's the consideration of, what constitutes respectful discussion to both parties--if I completely disagree with everything you say and state my views with confidence (frex "Attachment is not the same thing as love, because the Jedi are primarily influenced by Buddhists on this aspect and both word of god commentary and the canon source material itself are extremely consistent on this."), does the other person consider that disrespectful to them if they disagree? I don't consider it inherently disrespectful, so long as we're talking about the content of the canon and not about other real people, because, babe, you can just not agree. I'm not doing anything to stop you. But I've found a lot of people think I'm trying to force them to agree with me when, no, I'm just stating things on my own blog as things I view as facts. People are free to disagree with me, just as I disagree with them, but a lot of people often seem to think differently as far as I can tell. I've seen so many discussions where people are like, "Finally! A respectful discussion in Star Wars!" and it's like. 90% of them just agreeing with each other. Like, yeah, it's easy to have a "respectful discussion" when you largely overlap opinions. But would they be that considerate if the person didn't largely agree with them? Would they still consider it respectful if the other person maintained their disagreement? And then there's the thorny, "What do we even consider 'canon'?" because, for me, I'm not really that into the Legends continuity for example. It's a very cool continuity, there's so much there that I love, but my heart is with Lucas' continuity. Some people really don't accept anything from the Disney continuity. All of that is fine, but to have a discussion, you have to figure out if you're using supplementary material and where each of you is coming from. And if you mix-and-match, that's another thing you have to address, because not everyone does.

And this is all over some fictional made up stories! Politics is easy to see why it gets so contentious--real people's lives are really on the line, anyone who can calmly discuss life and death situations for a lot of people like they don't matter is someone I'm going to have a hard time understanding. But over Star Wars? Having to overcome all of the above and pour a ton of energy into being compassionate when you've been burned so many times, all because of a fictional space story?? A lot of times it just doesn't seem worth it when there are better uses for our time and it's not like anyone's life is on the line here. (Like writing up a reference guide or silly Jedi Temple Life headcanons! So much more productive feeling!) So when someone comes into my inbox with bad faith commentary, I can only set down my boundaries and refuse to dance with them on the subject they're trying to needle me with. If they want a real discussion, they can pull up their big person's undies and approach me with good faith. Ultimately, I'm more interested in talking about how we treat each other and thinking that maybe that can provide some progress, rather than arguing about the same things we've done forever, because people are going to settle where they will, so many of us just aren't moving because we've done the homework, spent our time in the mines, and come to the conclusions we have after a lot of thought about it. Discussions where you're trying to move someone who doesn't want to be moved don't feel fruitful to me, I need a different purpose to engage and I'm doing my best to convey that that's where my boundary is, to people who come into my inbox. Genuinely good faith discussions are welcome, but you're going to have to pour a lot of compassion into it, because I'm going to be pouring a lot of compassion into a good faith discussion, too, otherwise I don't see it going anywhere. And people who try are going to get the same response they always get. I'll try to be gentle as I can about it, but seriously. Eight years of this. Extend me some grace, you guys, okay? 😂

[callme-holly]

Can you do a part 2 to the fic where Darry catches Tim and the reader

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 [𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

selcouth: (adj.) unfamiliar, rare, strange, yet marvellous and wondrous.

𝐚/𝐧: i had an old disney playlist on while writing this lmao. anyways here's the link to p1: worth it

The drive-in was surprisingly quiet for such a clear night; the chill in the air was crisp and biting, making goosebumps prickle across your skin despite the covering of Tim’s jacket, the worn leather only doing so much to keep you warm.

Your hands were pressed against his chest, head tilted up as the two of you traded slow, lazy kisses, him leaning back against the hood of the car as you stood between his knees. There wasn’t anyone around to see you, no brothers to stop you and interfere in the moment, and for that you were glad. You couldn’t bear to receive one more cold, knowing look from Darry, and you certainly didn’t need any more pointed and disapproving comments from Soda and Pony. 

“You know… You shouldn’t be out here with me.” Tim’s voice was low and rough, no doubt from the excessive smoking he kept up. His hand brushed a loose strand of hair back from your face as he gazed down at you, dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Your brothers don’t seem to think very highly of me, y’know.” 

"It's not up to them who I spend my evenings with," you lean in for another kiss, your voice dropping to a hushed whisper. "If i wanna stay with you, I will." 

He laughed softly at your answer, pulling you closer by your waist and tightening his arms around your middle. "You're gonna get me into a hell of a lot of trouble." 

You hum lightly in response. You weren't worried about that. Your brothers will only give you so much grief before they realise you are, in fact, happy, and it might take a while, but they'll accept it eventually. They don't have a choice.

You pull away slightly and peer up at him through your lashes, watching the way the shadows flicker across his face, the distant sound of the movie echoing through the parking lot. He looks good like this; the scar on the side of his face stands out, softened only slightly by the dim light, his eyes trained solely on you. 

"Are you coming over tonight?" You tilt your head slightly, watching as Tim raises a brow in question, a small, almost amused smile spreading across his face. 

"Am I welcome?" His tone is teasing, but there's an edge of something else to it, uncertainty, maybe.

"You're always welcome." you respond, your words honest, and Tim cups your jaw, his thumb tracing across your skin absently.

"Yeah? Would Darry let me in if I asked?"

"Who cares what Darry thinks?" you cut him off quickly, a sudden sternness creeping into your voice. "I want you over, and if he has a problem with that, he can suck it up and get over himself." 

Tim snorts, pulling his fingers away from your face and wrapping an arm loosely around your shoulders, tugging you close enough to rest your head against his collarbone. "You're damn hot when you're all worked up."

You feel your cheeks heat up at his remark, a smile replacing the serious look that had taken over your features moments before. 

"I'm not worked up," you mumble, feeling as he tugs his jacket tighter around you. "I'm just... I'm trying to make a point, alright."

He chuckles, brushing his fingers through your hair. "And what's that, sweetheart?"

You stare up at him, meeting his gaze with a soft expression. "I love you, Tim Shepard. That's my point."

You watch as his expression softens, his mouth stretching into a grin that matches yours as he leans in to press your lips together, the both of you smiling against each other as the movie fades into the background. 

[layla4567]

A New Adventure

Pairing: Shanks x Fem!reader

Summary: The red-haired pirate ventures into the four seas to seek new horizons, suddenly he spots an unexplored island and finds a surprise.

Warnings: injuries and blood || English isn't my first language 😬 || maybe ooc (out of character) since It's been a long time since I wrote something about him and this series || use of y/n (in third person) || again, here Shanks doesn't lose his arm || a tiny bit of angst and spicy but mostly fluff || beta read

A/N: this was inspired in Pocahontas (and another animation movies), In fact I intend to make fics with Opla inspired by Disney movies (but it's just an idea, I don't promise anything lol)

Word count: 14k 😭

The cool breeze blew calmly and pleasantly, making the sails of Shanks' ship flutter. It had been weeks or maybe months since they had touched land, when you spend a lot of time at sea it was confusing to calculate the time, but every minute was enjoyed to the fullest.

The red-haired captain felt at one with the ocean, his ship was everything to him and his crew was like a family, with their flaws and virtues. Shanks was an adventurer by nature, indeed, and he enjoyed traveling. But the truth was that he missed stepping on solid ground. He had made this long journey to discover new lands and replenish supplies, so he couldn't wait to see a new and unknown island in the distance.

Shanks stepped away from the helm to attend to other matters and check that his crew was working as they should. Hongo was sorting out some vials filled with a strange liquid and other medical supplies. The captain approached him.

"Hey, do you need help?"

Hongo looked up to meet the captain's smile.

"No, It's ok, I'm almost done" - he said downplaying it.

Shanks nodded understandingly and his gaze turned towards the horizon. His smile had faded and he was serious, which was not very usual for him.

"Is everything alright?" - Hongo asked a bit worried.

Shanks looked at him startled. "Uh? oh yeah, everything is fine...".

He realized he didn't sound very convinced so he sighed.

"Ok you got me, the truth is I miss solid ground. The sea is not that bad at all but I need to find a new island, after all that is why I started this journey in the first place"

Hongo patted his shoulder. "I understand, but don't lose hope. Maybe the next island is closer than you think".

Neither of them could know that those words are about to come true.

..Across the sea..

A native woman from an island walked along whistling carefree. Her bare feet, simply adorned with shell bracelets, stepped on the fresh grass, tickling her. Her outfit blended in with the landscape, and every now and then she glanced from left to right as if searching for something.

"Come on, get out of wherever you are…" - She said in a whisper

Suddenly a rustling of leaves was heard behind her, she quickly turned around to see a bush moving slightly. She crouched down and began to move slowly and silently towards where she had heard that noise.

When she was a hand's length away from the bush, she quickly moved the leaves aside and growled like an animal.

"ROAAAWR!"

A high pitched screech was heard little girl fell on her back where she was hiding, then she started laughing along with the woman.

"You caught me again! How do you do it?"

"You're not very quiet, you know that?" - she laughed

Y/n hugged her little sister still on the ground and started tickling her. The air was filled with joy, she loved her sister above all things.

Both of them got up and brushed the dirt of their clothes. Mele was just 6 years old but they were very bounded, and y/n was quite protective with her.

"Do you wanna play again?" - Mele asked

"I think you have to go back to study, am i wrong?"

Before she could protest, Y/N's gaze turned towards the sea; something in the distance had caught her attention. Although she still wasn't sure what it was.

"Sister, what's that over there?"

Y/N didn't answer, she tried to scan the horizon and squint her eyes. Suddenly her face darkened, she had seen it. It was a ship.

A ship had never crossed this island, it was almost impossible to reach that place because it was so hidden. Y/N gently but authoritatively pushed her little sister.

"Come on Mele, go home"

She didn't want to scare her but it was important to keep her safe.

"But-"

"Home. Now"

Mele knew that when her sister got serious it was better to keep quiet and obey. She had a fiery temper and I didn't want to make her explode.

Reluctantly the little girl ran away. Y/n looked back towards the sea, how was it possible that a ship had come so close? I'm sure he didn't have good intentions.

..Back to the ship..

Shanks back at the helm had decided to cling to Hongo's words as a last hope, he had no other option. Suddenly in the distance he thought he saw a dot, a small dark dot that grew larger as the ship moved forward. With his heart beating hard, he waited for his crew member who was in charge of the spyglass to shout those 3 words to him that he wanted to hear so much.

"LAND IN SIGHT!"

It was like a breath of fresh air. The red-haired pirate closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then began to laugh out loud, full of joy.

"WE DID IT, WE FINALLY ARRIVED" - He shouted towards his crew as the others cheered and threw their hats in the air.

The excitement was felt in the air, with haste and impatience they approached the island to disembark. It was wide and full of vegetation, palm trees, bushes and the rarest fruits with colorful flowers could be seen with the naked eye. They docked the ship near a lonely beach and prepared to descend almost in droves.

The beach, though deserted, was beautiful. The sand was a pale pink and the water turquoise. Some pirates stayed on the ship to prepare and tidy the cabins as they planned to stay there for several days. Shanks set out to explore the great island.

"I'll be back in a minute! I'm going to walk around the place"

The red-haired man was ecstatic, he took a deep breath of the salty air and with a satisfied smile he entered the thick jungle that was a few meters in front of him. With his hands he pushed aside the leaves of different trees that blocked his vision. He had never been in a place like that before, there were fruits of different colors and shapes, birds that crossed the sky like kites uttering melodic cries, this was what he had expected.

Suddenly, and without realizing it because he was absorbed in the nature that surrounded him, Shanks arrived at a small village. The vegetation had become less dense, revealing a dozen low houses with thatched roofs and other resistant leaves. But the strangest thing was that there seemed to be nothing. How could it be that the island was deserted? Shanks didn't mind having found an unexplored place, but being the social butterfly that he is, he would get bored very quickly. The captain slowly approached the center of the village, everything seemed so silent.

However, the cry of a bird caught his attention. The blue bird was perched on a palm tree and seemed to be warning him about something. Shanks approached the palm tree while the bird rhythmically moved its head downwards, pointing at something. But before the pirate could do anything, a fuzzy silhouette ran out from the plants and away from there. It was so fast that the man could not see who it was.

"Wait, don't go!" - He blinked in confusion

But his scream came too late, that person was already gone. Perplexed Shanks turned to look around trying to find that mysterious and fugitive being. Not having success he walked away disappointed, but a few meters away he was knocked on the side by someone. Shanks uttered a grunt and they both fell to the ground. Somewhat in pain and confused, Shanks lay on his back on the ground while trying to wrestle with that person. Then the attacker placed himself on top of Shanks sitting on his belly and with his legs immobilized on both sides so that he could not escape. Everything happened so fast but the only thing he could feel was the edge of a dagger pressing against his neck.

"Who are you and what have you come to do to my people? And I warn you, choose your words carefully"

A woman's authoritative voice woke him from his daze. Focusing his eyes he saw the face of a native woman from the island. Her eyes bored into his in an intimidating way, yet Shanks thought her features were beautiful and soft. The captain let her have control, not because he couldn't beat her but because he liked the idea of ​​someone more dominant than him.

"Well, well. I've never seen such a beautiful woman".

Y/n didn't even flinch and continued to pierce him with her gaze, analyzing his face and trying to see any trace of evil. But no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find anything, his half smile was kind and his beautiful brown eyes seemed warmer than the sun. The woman tried to get those thoughts out of her head and concentrated on finding the right words.

"I asked you something. Answer."

The captain swallowed, still smiling and looking away. "I promise not to hurt you. I'm just an explorer of sorts. I came here looking for a new adventure."

and I think I found it, he thought

She still wary squinted her eyes a little without removing the knife from his throat.

"Don't worry, I'm not armed, you can search me if you want"

The latter was said with a hint of mischief. Y/n, who was not a fool, ignored his insinuation, even so she got up from above him and ordered him to get up, lightly hitting his leg with her foot. He obeyed and the woman quickly began to feel the sides of his body as a policeman would do. Shanks, smiling all the time, seemed to enjoy it while Y/n concentrated on trying to find some kind of knife but found nothing. Her hands reached her calves and went back up just to be completely sure. Y/n stood up looking at him with a frown.

"You were right, I didn't find anything.."

The captain put his hands on his hips with an even wider smile. "Did you need to double-check me?"

"Shut up" she rolled her eyes

Suddenly a high-pitched screech echoed through the air. The blue bird Shanks had seen earlier was circling overhead. It then gracefully descended to hover on a branch in front of them.

"You!"

Y/n pointed angrily at the bird as she moved closer to it.

"You gave me away, you bad bird!"

The bird began to cackle as if laughing while shaking its feathers. Then she whistled to him and he came flying to perch on her arm.

"Naughty boy" she whispered, smiling half-heartedly.

Shanks looked at everything with amusement. "I didn't know that bird was yours, what's its name?"

She was silent for a few seconds, undecided. Then she spoke.

"His name is Blue"

"And your name?" He asked smiling

There was a silence before she could speak "... Y/n"

His smile widened "Well, I'm glad Blue turned you in, otherwise I would never have met you."

The red-haired captain kept looking into the beautiful woman's eyes while she looked away. She wouldn't give in easily, she still didn't know if she could trust him.

Steeling herself, before he could say anything she looked at him and said, "Alright, explorer." She said with a hint of irony. "I don't care how far you've come or how many people you've brought here. I'm just warning you to get out of here soon. You're not welcome."

Shanks was surprised by her seriousness and her steel-cold gaze, however he felt a hint of admiration when he noticed how she defended her home. Y/n didn't wait for an answer and turned around and walked away with Blue flying above her. The red-haired man quickly followed her without giving up.

"Please wait, why do you say I'm not welcome?"

"Isn't it obvious? This island is sacred, our people live in community and harmony. The fact that a stranger steps on these lands is already a symbol of danger and instability. You cannot stay a second longer."

Shanks remained silent as he pondered. He had never stopped following her and had no idea where she was going, but he didn't want to lose her. Now the pirate was in a moral dilemma, should he stay and continue admiring the landscapes and its people or should he respect the sacred place and leave? He was in that when suddenly Y/n stopped abruptly raising an arm to stop him.

"What happe-"

She silenced him, she had heard something. Y/n shook her head, beside her and in the distance she had heard leaves rustling and footsteps. They weren't heavy steps but light and soft. Suddenly she saw the silhouette of a little girl who was absentmindedly looking at the ground while humming happily. Mele.

"I told you to stay home, brat.." she whispered desperately.

"What? Who is she? And wh-"

"Shh!! She mustn't see us, come hide!"

The woman grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him towards a thick bush, just like the hide and seek games she played with her little sister. They both crouched down and held their breath as their faces were very close to each other. The woman ignored him and occasionally poked her head out to see where Mele was.

Shanks couldn't stop staring at the native woman's features, he was completely mesmerized by her beauty. He had met many women in his life but none like her. Meanwhile Mele continued humming and collecting pretty flowers and leaves to make a bouquet. Before the captain could say anything Y/n stepped forward and said

"She's my sister and quite a gossip if you ask me." she said through clenched teeth. "If she sees you, we're screwed."

Y/n turned her gaze to see the pirate and met his sweet gaze and a kind smile that she thought was shit-eating.

"Could you please take off that stupid face and pay attention to what I'm saying?" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh but I heard every word, so you're afraid that your little sister will see you with a handsome man like me?" he mocked

He thought it was fun to make her angry while she rolled her eyes again and sighed annoyed.

"You are a complete idiot, and I thought it was just your face… listen to me carefully because I won't repeat it again. If my sister sees you, she will tell every inhabitant of the island she knows and in turn they will tell others and so the news will continue to grow like a snowball! So stay here and shut up!" She said without taking her eyes off Mele.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad. I'm good with kids."

Shanks then stood up and calmly came out of his hiding place as he approached the girl naturally as if he had known her all his life.

"What?! No!!"

Y/n exclaimed pleadingly and desperately but it was in vain. That man was running out of her patience. She remained in her hiding place clenching her fists and watching as the pirate spoke to Mele as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, little one, what's your name?"

The little girl who was crouching was startled and jumped up with wide eyes. Shanks giggled cutely.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Shanks."

He crouched down to be at the girl's height. She, sensing that the man was not bad, came a little closer, cautiously while holding the bouquet of flowers as if it were a life preserver.

"I-I am Mele..."

He smiled pleased. "Alright, Mele. What a pretty name."

She smiled proudly and happily, while Y/n behind the bush couldn't believe how he had already gained her trust in so few seconds. The red-haired man pointed at the flowers that Mele was carrying in her hands.

"They are very beautiful flowers, are they for someone special?"

Mele nodded, "They're for my sister and my mom who's waiting for me at home. In fact, I can't find my sister. Have you seen her?"

Y/n began to sweat cold, what if Shanks gave her away? Would he be capable of betraying her? She prayed with all her might that it wouldn't be like that. Shanks sneaked a glance at the bush but Mele didn't seem to notice.

"Well I have no idea what your sister looks like, but I'm sure I would recognize her anywhere and so far I haven't seen anyone" he said smiling.

Mele let out a disappointed oh, while Y/n closed her eyes and sighed in relief. In an attempt to adjust her cramped legs, she accidentally stepped on a branch, making a noise. Shanks and Mele turned to look at the bush.

"Well, I think we found her" He smiled mischievously

The blushing woman stood up and walked in long strides towards where the two of them were and then stood with her arms akimbo, very serious and embarrassed.

"SISTER!!!"

Mele hugged her waist tightly as if she were a snake which made Y/n let out a moan, but she couldn't keep up her serious facade any longer and let out a loving smile. Once again Shanks saw everything as if it were his own family, always smiling and feeling his heart melt.

"OK, ok tick. Now tell me why you didn't stay home like I told you to" said y/n scolding her

"I was bored, and I wanted to see the ship" she said with a shrug

"I told you it was dangerous!"

Before the sisters could argue, Shanks intervened conciliatorily.

"What ship are you talking about?"

"Don't get involved" said Y/N annoyed.

Mele, who thought Shanks was nice, answered calmly, "A few hours ago this morning we saw a large ship in the distance approaching the island! I wanted to stay and watch it, but my sister wouldn't let me" Mele answered, pouting, but there was mischief in her eyes.

Shanks laughed at the girl's impudence while Y/n wanted to kill her with her gaze, before either of them could speak, Mele continued

"You were on that ship, right?" She said, pointing at the pirate.

He and the woman were shocked at the little girl's intelligence. Shanks crouched down again to whisper to her, "If that were the case, what would you think of me?"

She smiled "I think you have a cool ship"

The man burst out laughing as he stood up, Y/n at his side covering her face. Mele was having a great time making her older sister mad, now she understood why she had gotten along so well with Shanks. The red-haired pirate stroked the girl's hair.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone please" he begged.

Y/n was annoyed by Shanks's audacity in ordering Mele around as if she were his own sister, but Mele's response surprised her.

"Sure!, I promise"

"Hey! You never obey me when I ask you for something" The woman said, offended.

"Because he said it nicely, and I like him." Mele said sticking out her tongue playfully

Shanks chuckled as Y/n was about to scold her again but Mele stepped forward and before leaving she whispered something in her sister's ear. Shanks couldn't hear anything but from Y/n's blushing expression he sensed that she knew something about him.

Y/n stood up slowly and with a red face, she didn't even dare to look Shanks in the eyes. He for his part seemed strange and amused at the same time by your vulnerable expression, it seemed that only his little sister could undo his serious and intimidating facade with a gesture or a few simple words. She took a few steps without saying anything and when the captain wanted to follow her, she stopped and turned around abruptly, raising an arm to stop him.

"I won't say it again, you have to go, please don't make it any harder" her serious tone became almost a tired plea.

Shanks' smile faded slowly as he watched her leave. He sighed in front of a silent forest, completely alone. Disillusioned, he set out on the way back to his ship with empty hands, but the biggest emptiness was in his heart. When he arrived at his ship, he saw that his crew had already prepared everything to spend the night and a few days there, soon the captain forced back a joy that he no longer felt as he asked if everything was ready.

"Oi captain, all set! Did you find anything interesting out there?" Yassop asked.

"Nothing for now, not even a bottle of rum! I'll come back tomorrow to try my luck." Shanks tried to laugh but the others noticed that his usual mood had dropped and they didn't know exactly why.

The red-haired man entered his cabin as dusk fell. The entire afternoon on the ship he was distant, lost in his thoughts. He tried to joke with his crew but it was obvious that everything felt unnatural. As night fell in his quarters Shanks looked out the porthole at the black night illuminated by the halo of moonlight that shone like pearls in the sea. For a moment he thought that the eyes of that woman were as bright or brighter than the moon. The captain slid a hand over his face as if he wanted to sweep away that thought and tried to sleep, but one thing was certain, he would not give up on trying to get to know her and as he promised tomorrow and the following days he would come back to look for her.

~ THE NEXT DAY ~

Y/n woke up from her cot the next morning and the first thing she thought about was Shanks, damn it. That slimy pirate with a pretty boy face and stunning charm better have left the island.

Dazzling charm? Pretty boy face? What the hell was wrong with her? She sighed and decided to start the day off right. She got up and changed into more comfortable clothes, then went to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast in a lacquered wooden bowl. Her little sister was already there.

"Hello flea" Y/n greeted with a yawn.

Mele frowned as she pouted, "I already told you not to call me that."

Her older sister laughed amusedly and ruffled her hair tenderly. "Oh, I know you love it."

The woman sat next to her at the table, both ate in silence until her mother entered the kitchen with a slow and heavy walk but without losing elegance despite her age.

"Good morning, how are my sunshines?

The older woman gave them both a loud kiss on the cheek while Y/n pretended to make a face of disgust which caused her mother to giggle. Then she went to change the water in a tiny vase where she had the wild flowers that Mele had collected the day before.

"Oh honey, this wild bouquet you gave me is beautiful, but changing the subject, tell me, what did you two do yesterday?"

Mele, still a little sleepy, could not get her grey cells working properly, so she had a small slip of the tongue.

"Oh yesterday we were walking and we saw a ma-"

Y/n stared at her sister with wide eyes and kicked her under the table. The girl let out a soft growl.

"Sorry honey a what? A ma..-?"

Her older sister quickly interrupted her. "A magnificent bird!" She laughed nervously. "Y-yeah, yeah, it was like a kind of red parrot with three feathers on its tail, right Mele?" she said, giving her little sister a look that was somewhere between pleading and threatening.

Mele swallowed her mouthful very quickly and started coughing "Uh, sure!.."

The mother looked from her eldest daughter to her youngest daughter, confused. They were definitely a little strange today.

"A bird, huh? And where exactly was it?"

Mele and Y/n looked at each other scared but before the little girl could screw up again she was quick to answer any ambiguity

"Uh well, h-he was standing on a rock but then he saw us and flew away"

"A heart-shaped rock!" Mele exclamed

Now I'll kill you, girl

The mother looked at the little girl even more confused and scrutinized her eyes suspiciously. Mele, instead of helping, was making things worse, so Y/n played her last card.

"Well yes, it was a kind of strange shape but if you saw it from a distance I guess it looked like a heart" she laughed nervously again "Oh, in fact Blue informed us about the new bird"

At that very moment, as if he knew they were talking about him, the blue bird flew over and stopped on the edge of the window, uttering a melodious chirp. The mother, seeing him, softened her features and revealed a wide smile.

"Alright if Blue was with you then it must have been like that, he never lies" Needless to say, her mother trusted that wild bird more than her own daughters.

"Ok sweetheart If that strange bird is still around here, we should protect it from other predators, it may be in danger of extinction. Call me the next time you see it, okay?"

Both sisters vigorously attended, hoping that their mother would leave soon so they could talk in peace. Luckily, their wishes were heard and the older lady left smiling without saying anything else. A sigh of relief could be heard in the kitchen, it seemed that the waters had calmed down, or not.

Y/n facing her sister on the other side of the table got as close as she could and quietly exclaimed

"What the hell were you thinking?! You almost told Mom about Shanks!"

"I'm really sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I just completely forgot, I didn't want to break my promise" Mele sounded so distressed that Y/n softened a little

"It's okay, calm down. Nothing irreparable happened. For now." She said, bringing her cup to her lips.

Mele, more happy, rested her elbows on the table, holding her face with both hands. "So? Do you like Shanks?" she asked cheekily.

Y/n spat the drink onto the wood as she coughed "WHAT?! DID YOU GONE CRAZY?!"

Mele laughed out loud in amusement because she had noticed her sister's blushing face, and it wasn't because of the cough.

"What? I was just asking. He's nice, I like him."

"Yeah, whatever, I hope he's gone like I told him."

Mele stood up and went to his side "No! Why did you do that?"

"Because any foreign man is a threat on this island," she came closer and said in a low, conspiratorial tone, "and even more so a pirate."

She then got up from the table, put her bowl in the sink and left the house to work in the field.

She walked with confident steps towards a harvest field near her house. In the distance she could see people working in their own fields under a scorching sun with the only protection of a wide-brimmed hat and a scarf underneath to cover their heads. Y/n took a scarf and tied it around her head, covering her hair, then she took a rake and began to plow the land, hoping that Shanks wasn't there. But unfortunately for her, the red-haired captain had already arrived early and was calmly leaning against a palm tree, looking at her with devotion and his typical mischievous smile.

"I didn't expect to see you so early, you're an early bird" he laughed softly

The woman was startled and dropped the rake with a thud, she looked everywhere for where the voice came from until she saw him resting in the shade near several palm trees.

"And apparently you are a vulture, what the hell are you doing there spying on me?"

The man shook his head laughing amusedly "Spying is a strong word, I was just watching your work."

Y/n rolled her eyes and picked up the rake to continue her work without paying attention to him. Shanks meanwhile continued to watch him intently from his spot, his eyes moving up from her toned legs passing by her exposed hips until reaching her muscular arms that held that rake tightly. With curiosity he turned his gaze to the ground and noticed that the lines she created were a pattern, a drawing and not simple straight lines. Before he could speak she exclaimed

"Are you going to keep watching for a long time? I can see you drooling from here. Besides, I remember telling you to stay away from the island, am I wrong?" He said without stopping or looking at him.

"My bad, you are really a woman like few others" he purred flirtatiously.

He approached intrigued, standing a meter away from her with his hands on his hips admiring the work on the ground.

"Forgive me for butting in, but may I ask what that pattern means?"

She sighed and finally looked at him. "Our ancient ancestors discovered a way to grow food faster and more effectively. Instead of creating boring vertical lines, they began to draw symbols related to nature, especially water and the sun, which is the main benefactor of the harvest."

Patiently Y/n began to draw what at first looked like doodles, she started with an inverted triangle and then drew a small circle in the center. "The triangle symbolizes water and the circle the sun, they are the two most important elements of our culture, it is deeply rooted in the Inti ceremony that is in a few days."

Shanks listened attentively as she explained everything about her culture as if she were a teacher. She continued drawing other symbols such as a crescent moon on another inverted triangle, this time with a line in the middle.

"This is the symbol of the moon," he said, pointing to the drawing above the triangle, "and this other one symbolizes the earth. These are other important elements of nature, but to a lesser extent than the sun and water, since the harvest never stops at night; on the contrary, it continues to grow."

The captain lifted the brim of his hat with a finger, absorbed by Y/n's explanation. He never imagined how much wealth he could find on that island, nor how everything material could be worth as much as the knowledge that that civilization held.

"And… could you explain to me what the Inti ceremony is about?

Shanks had asked with such tact and respect that Y/n's frown softened and he explained kindly. The Inti ceremony was a kind of party that was organized at the end of spring to welcome summer, in the past the god of the sun, Inti was highly revered and that party was always held in his honor.

"All the guests dress in white and a large bonfire is lit in the center while people dance around it. The sun in our culture is a symbol of joy and happiness, a symbol of hope and vitality. Have you noticed that the sun is always there whether you want it or not? When you wake up to a new day, with every step you take with the sunlight illuminating your feet, even if the capricious clouds try to hide it, even if it rains or thunders, it's always there and it always comes out again"

Y/n's eyes sparkled with every word as her gaze drifted toward the horizon, into the distance, and a small smile appeared on her mouth. The pirate looked at her as if he were seeing her through a new lens, a pink one, looking at another facet of that woman, one that was delicate and loving like a mother's hug, and he didn't want her to go away again, he wanted to embrace that side of her and never let it go.

"Now I realize that your eyes are prettier when they shine," he said without thinking and almost in a whisper.

Y/n opened her eyes wide in surprise, staring at him for a few seconds with her lips parted. But all charm vanished as she shook her head and seemed to come back to her senses. "Anyway, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do before the big day comes."

Before either of them could say anything, Blue appeared flying above them, flew up and down three times, turned around and appeared again. The woman stopped, looking at the sky in concern.

"She's trying to tell me something, I think someone is coming and it could be my mother, quickly hide!"

Shanks obeyed without a word and hid near the palm trees, crouching low to the ground so as not to be seen. At that very moment, Y/n's mother came out through the back door with a large hat on her head and carrying a basket.

"Hi dear, I see you're working hard for the ceremony, that seems great to me since there's a lot to do and everything needs to be ready by tomorrow. Just don't overexert yourself, okay?"

Y/n blinked in confusion as the whirlwind of words rang out. “Beg you pardon? Tomorrow? I thought the party was in three days.”

The mother shook her head vigorously. "Oh no, sweetheart, I see that you are a little distracted, but I don't blame you. You are always here and there doing things. Today is Friday, my love. The party is tomorrow, Saturday."

Y/n let out a soft, anguished moan but tried to smile, her mother on the other hand didn't seem to notice anything.

"Well, I won't keep you any longer. I'm going to visit a sick friend and I have to treat her wounds. I won't be back until tonight. Take good care of Mele and don't fight, alright?"

The daughter nodded and the old mother kissed her forehead whispering an "I love you". Then she walked away, heading off through the meadows towards the hills. After she left Y/n tapped her forehead with the tip of the rake stick, cursing her bad luck. Shanks who had heard everything slowly approached her.

"So… In the end the party is tomorrow.."

Y/n let out an impatient growl and glared at the man but before she could do anything to him he continued

"Wait, wait, I don't want to cause you any trouble. In fact, I have an offer for you. I'll help you prepare everything for tomorrow if you let me participate in the ceremony."

The woman let out an almost ironic laugh but then became serious. "Are you crazy or what? Do you think you can just come and sneak into a sacred festival, appropriating our culture?" she spat hatefully.

Shanks' eyes showed pain and anguish, it hurt him that she said that about him because he had no bad intentions, although he perfectly understood her anger. He slowly approached her closer.

"Listen to me, I wasn't lying when I said I came here looking for an adventure." He gently slid a hand down her arm. "And if you think the only adventure a pirate can have is getting drunk, sleeping with women, and destroying everything in his path, you're wrong. We're much more than that. I really don't want to hurt you or your village. I just want to learn from what you can teach me." he finished, making warm circles with his thumb on her arm.

The captain's eyes pierced Y/n's but with a sweetness that was almost unbearable, much more than if he had looked at her with a threat. The chocolate in his gaze burned her skin more than the sun. The woman tried as she might, she couldn't look away. She wanted to believe him, she wanted to melt in his words like hot wax, she wanted to cling to that man who knew nothing but whose kindness had softened her and seemed to have known him for centuries. Her eyes involuntarily fell on his lips, they seemed so soft and they must have been sweet like honey, she imagined them pink, swollen, as if they had a life of their own and sought out by inertia, her own lips, her skin, her body. She quickly closed her eyes tightly wanting to divert that sinful thought. The pirate, upon realizing it, could only smile.

"I-I can try, but you'll have to blend in with us."

The captain, unable to resist any longer, hugged her warmly with a smile. At first Y/n froze with a soft moan, startled by this display of physical affection, but then she let herself melt into that hug as if it were the best thing in the world, like a safe place, sighing contentedly. It was what she needed.

"Although, you know, the thing about getting drunk and sleeping with women wasn't a lie either-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman stepped back, offended, and punched him in the abdomen. Although the blow was softer than expected, it seemed that she was secretly amused by it as well. Shanks laughed heartily, holding his stomach, and she looked away, trying in vain to hide a smile that threatened to appear at the corner of her lips.

"Alright let's get one thing straight, you'll be able to attend the festival but you'll have to work hard and change your clothes so you don't get recognized. And one last thing, this will be the first and last time I help you, did I make myself clear?"

He smirked "Loud and clear, I'm used to working anyway, I don't think you'll give me any more work than my saltwater crew."

She raised a skeptical eyebrow and turned to grab another rake. "Less talk and more action." she tossed the wooden object to him, which he deftly caught in mid-air. "Try to keep up with me." she said, explaining how to make the symbols.

They spent most of the afternoon working in the field, creating drawings all over the meadow without stopping. They also prepared a couple of logs and dry branches for the big bonfire they had in the middle of the field behind Y/n's house. They worked hard without stopping while she kept telling him things about her island and he gave her discreet glances when she wasn't looking.

"Ok, I think we're done for today" Y/n said wiping the sweat from her forehead and sitting on a rock

The redhead sat down next to her with a crooked smile. "You don't even take a minute to rest, huh? Your mother said not to overexert yourself."

She laughed mockingly "Oh shut up, this ceremony is very important to us and it's always done in a big way" Y/n's smile faded a little "Besides.. Mama Cala worries a lot about us because we're the only thing she has left.. Dad died two years ago and since then she hasn't stopped taking care of us and overprotecting us. Sometimes I think it's because she feels guilty for not being able to save dad, she became a doctor after the accident…"

A solemn, heavy silence fell, laden with tension that was only broken when Shanks asked

"What happened to your father?.."

Y/n took a deep breath before answering in a small voice, "He… he liked to sail like you… one day a storm broke out in the middle of the sea. We haven't seen him again since that day."

"I'm so sorry.."

She nodded and closed her eyes trying not to let the tears escape while twisting her fingers anxiously. Shanks didn't want to see her like that and felt guilty for asking that, he tried to save the situation as best he could.

"B-but maybe your father is still alive out there and you didn't know it."

Y/n let out a dull, bitter laugh as she opened her now wet eyes. "After two years? Really? And according to you, where is he? Why didn't he come with us?" She finished with some resentment.

He sighed, "Look, I may not know much about loss, but if there's one thing I do know, it's how lucky I am to have the people I have left. I'd give anything for my crew! And you're lucky too, I know that. You have your little sister and your mother alive, hold on to them tooth and nail and protect them with your body and soul.. and you have me."

Her eyes widened but he continued talking. "I know what I mean when I tell you that you're not alone, you never have been. And I promise not to leave you now."

Shanks slowly raised a hand near her face waiting for her approval, she nodded and he wiped her tears, delaying each gesture on purpose, allowing himself to caress and feel that soft skin under the tips of his fingers. Y/n closed her eyes to better savor the moment, her senses wide awake to feel the warmth of that hand on her face. Shanks cupped her cheek while his thumb caressed the top of her cheekbone. She tilted her head slightly, sighing softly as she rested her own hand on top of his. Without thinking, she placed a sweet kiss on his palm.

"Thank you, Shanks. You are a good man after all, like my father used to be"

That confession and comparison made Shanks take a deep breath as he felt his pulse quicken. Then she leaned against his chest and hugged his torso while he surrounded her back and waist with his strong arms. They stayed like that for a long time while they watched the sun set, the two of them alone now united in a hug that was worth more than a thousand words. A strong feeling of trust and protection for each other had settled between them.

After several minutes that seemed like hours, they both got up and headed to Y/n's house holding hands, without saying anything. Upon reaching the entrance of the house, Shanks was about to say goodbye when she abruptly interrupted him.

"Do you want to stay?"

He looked at her confused and a little perplexed, she was quick to add

"I mean, not here inside the house, I can make a place for you in the bunk, it's almost like a barn and there's plenty of room." She said in one breath

He laughed, "But wasn't your mother coming back tonight? In fact, she shouldn't be long in coming."

"She won't find out if you hide well" Y/n said biting her lower lip in an amused smile while raising one shoulder, it was almost as if she was playing a child's prank.

He licked his lips and smiled widely. "Well, if I turn up dead tomorrow morning, you know whose fault it is."

She laughed in amusement and murmuring a "come on" she took him by the wrist and ran to where the horses were. A rather large cot emerged in front of them, she opened the wooden fence and lit an oil lamp that hung on one side of the entrance. When the place was illuminated, rows of horses of all breeds and sizes could be seen. Gray, Isabelline, jet black, brown, etc. Y/n was the first to reach the center and turning with her arms raised she exclaimed

"Ta-daaa! This will be your little paradise for tonight, make yourself at home" she laughed

Shanks looked around the place in admiration "Why do you have..-?"

"..This place?" She interrupted, smiling. "A horse is very useful for long distances. We also lend horses to local people."

Y/n guided him to a spot behind a pile of straw. "Well, here you'll sleep and be well hidden. The straw also keeps you warm at night." She winked

Shanks looked at her gratefully "Thanks for all this. I mean it"

She blushed and downplayed it, "It's nothing, a favor is repaid with a favor. But I have a question, won't your crew worry about your absence?"

Shanks laughed, "Those fried fish only worry about the lack of rum. Don't worry, I already told them not to be alarmed if I'm gone for a few days. Besides, they'll probably think I'm busy with… more important matters." He looked at the woman's figure with his gaze while giving her a mischievous smile.

Y/n realized what he meant and turned bright red as she babbled incoherently, he just laughed out loud in amusement.

"Uhm great, good for you I guess. Uh now if you'll excuse me I have to go. I'll be back in a little while to bring you food and drinks. Good night."

Nervously she trotted away while he kept laughing and smiling.

Meanwhile Y/n ran into the house, out of the corner of her eye she saw that her mother was already close. She quickly slammed the door shut as she sighed, Mele had woken up from her nap by all the noise and was approaching her, rubbing one eye still half asleep.

"What's going on sister, what's all the noise?" she said yawning.

"Shh mom is coming soon and she mustn't find out that Shanks is sleeping in the cot, promise you won't say anything"

Mele's sweet little face lit up and suddenly all the sleepiness was gone "SHANKS IS HERE?! I WANT TO SEE HIM-!"

Before she could finish her sentence, her sister quickly covered her mouth. "SHHH!! Lower your voice! Do you want mama to kill us both?!"

Just then, like an apparition, her mother entered through the front door with the empty basket and her hat in her hand. Both sisters gulped loudly and stood rigid next to each other.

"Hello my little angels, I'm back. Have you been good?"

The old woman left the basket on the table and hung her hat on a coat rack turning her back on them.

"Of course mother, will we ever disobey you?" The older sister put a finger on her lips ordering Mele to be silent.

The woman turned around laughing "Well don't get me started because the list is long" then she saw that the two of them were too stiff and she worried "are you both okay?"

Mele and Y/n attended without saying a word

She sighed resignedly. "You two have been acting very strange lately, anyway. I'm going to sleep, I'm exhausted."

The sisters followed with their eyes the movements of their mother who walked slowly to her room, suddenly she turned around, startling them.

"By the way, girls, I've already told you a thousand times not to light the oil lamp that's in the cot at night, it's a waste."

Y/n started to sweat cold "T-t-the lamp?"

"Yes, love, the lamp that is outside, what else? I already turned it off, but don't let it happen again."

"DID YOU TURN IT OFF?!" The older sister screamed terrified.

The woman was scared "Y/n what's wrong with you? Yes, I turned it off, why would that be a bad thing, did i do something wrong?"

"No, no, it's ok. Sorry mom, it's been a tiring day for me too. Come on, I'll walk you to your room."

Before leaving with her mother, without her hearing, she whispered to the little girl, "Go see how he is and bring him food, but be careful and don't let anyone see you."

The little sister nodded very seriously as her older sister put their mother to bed. Silently on her toes the little girl grabbed a tray full of food and a glass of fresh water. Balancing herself she opened the door and walked over to the large cot, swaying slightly. Before entering she put the tray down and turned on the lamp. Soon everything was lit up almost as if it were daytime. She looked around for Shanks and saw him crouching behind the pile of straw, very still.

"Here!" he exclaimed in a low voice

Mele went as fast as he could with the heavy tray towards him, the pirate smiled in relief.

"Thank goodness, I was starving"

"We were scared, we thought mom had found you"

Shanks smiled to himself thinking that Y/n cared about him.

"I hid just in time and threw myself to the ground. It's a miracle that my stomach growls didn't give me away."

Mele giggled "Don't worry, I brought you fruit and various foods"

"Thanks, Mele"

The girl smiling placed the tray on the floor in front of him and was about to leave when the captain gently stopped her.

"Wait, don't go, please tell Y/n that I want to see her" the pirate felt a little disappointed because he thought she was going to bring him food and not her little sister.

The mischievous girl smiled knowingly and nodded and ran back to her house. Y/n was just leaving her mother's room.

"Mama is already asleep, luckily she is a deep sleeper"

The older sister noticed that Mele was too happy and asked her what was wrong.

"Shanks wants to see you" she simply said raising her eyebrows repeatedly

Y/n suddenly got nervous but her understanding little sister kissed her cheek saying goodnight and went to her room. The older one stayed in the empty and dark living room, sighing alone with the moonlight as her only company. Shanks wanted to see her… why? She couldn't help but feel anxious as she pinched her fingertips and bit her lips. She began to think about the time she had spent with him and how much her way of thinking about the pirate had changed. She felt different, but that wasn't bad. She had learned to understand him and to understand that sometimes a stranger in your life isn't necessarily an enemy, sometimes it's just someone sent into your life to teach you, take care of you and love you. Love, was that what she felt deep in her chest, in her stomach? But the most important question she had to ask herself was not that but another, that love… could it be reciprocal?

Determined, she took a deep breath, taking courage, and walked with a sure and firm step towards where he was. The oil lamp was still lit. The red-haired man had come out of his hiding place a little so that she could see him. Y/n felt fire under her skin and tried not to blush. She walked looking at the ground towards the captain who saw her smiling without looking away. It was curious, how at first the woman could stare at him as a way of intimidation and now she felt inhibited and vulnerable every time he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"I thought you had forgotten about me" he laughed softly

"I was just taking my mother to sleep… I see you're almost finished with your meal, you were hungry.." She said pointing to the tray

He nodded smiling, "but there is still some food left if you want to join me."

Shanks left her a place in front of him, placing the tray to the side. Y/n wasn't expecting that gesture and was about to reject the offer, but there was so much kindness in his eyes that he ended up convincing her and she sat down cross-legged. He offered her a piece of bread, which she gladly accepted.

There was a slightly awkward silence that neither of them dared to break, both ate without saying anything.

"You know… before I came to this island I was sailing the four seas, trying, no… hoping that one day I could set foot on solid ground again. And then a pirate from my crew spotted your island, the rest is history" he said smiling.

Y/n was making little crumbs with the piece of bread she had left, a little distracted. She couldn't concentrate if he looked at her like that, so sweet and protective.

He noticed she was lost in her thoughts and joked "Hey don't play with the food, you'll waste it."

Smiling, she held up the piece of bread. "How about throwing it over your head, so it wouldn't go to waste."

It sounded like a scolding but beneath those words there was tenderness so they both laughed sweetly. Y/n cleared her throat looking at him

"But… what is your point?"

Shanks moved closer. "The point is, you fell from the sky. You came to my aid when I needed it most and you didn't even notice. As you may have noticed, I love spending my life on the high seas, but sometimes it can get boring, and I was really desperate to set foot on solid ground." He laughed and looked at her tenderly.

She swore she could melt in that gaze so full of devotion, the way his eyes shone as if she were the goddess Aphrodite herself, was something her heart couldn't stand, no one had ever looked at her like that before, ever. Y/n sat down next to him and said confidently

"I told you about my island and its people, why don't you tell me about your ship and its pirates?"

And so began a long conversation where both had lain down on the ground next to each other as if they were looking at the stars. Shanks told her about his crew, about his ship and his adventures, where he lived and the feats he had done and hoped to continue doing. She listened attentively, surprised, sometimes happy for him. Her eyes scanned his face that seemed lost in his memories, she liked the way his lips healed into a smile or how his chocolate eyes seemed to grow larger with each word. It was certainly a face like few others, it was handsome. Little by little the laughter filled the place

"So Yassop was drinking his beer without realizing that there was a fly inside, he almost drowned!"

The captain was holding his stomach from laughing so hard while she threw her head back in a loud laugh. The red-haired captain looked at her amused, it was the first time he heard her laugh. She was still laughing when she met the pirate's dreamy eyes, looking at her intensely.

"I should make you laugh more often, you have a beautiful laugh"

The air caught in her throat as she looked into his eyes, so close and yet so far. Why did he say all those nice things about her? Y/n remembered that pirates seduced women as a game, would it be like that this time? But no. She wanted to believe that he didn't, those eyes didn't lie. It seemed like she could hang the moon and stars from them. Without even thinking about it, her eyes went to his mouth and by instinct she slightly opened hers. He gently touched her cheek and she felt lost, she gave in, she let herself fall into his charms. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to do it. Without wasting any more time she leaned closer to his chest and kissed him. It was a shy kiss at first with him guiding her to it, but the more she tasted his mouth the more desires and need she felt. The heat they both felt was indescribable, the kiss became hungrier and more heated, as if they needed each other's lips to survive. Shanks gently got on top of her without crushing her and with one hand resting on the back of her neck and the other on her waist he ran his mouth over her jaw. His beard tickled her but it didn't bother her at all, it only turned her on more. His warm lips went down her jaw near her ear and below to her neck. Y/n already felt her body tremble and writhe and instinctively she tangled her legs around his. Shanks' firm but gentle hand didn't leave her neck as he now concentrated on leaving kisses on her collarbones and shoulders.

"Shanks ~..."

Her soft moan only gave him courage to continue going down. Y/n's hands were on his back and threatened to get under his shirt to scratch his skin. His ears filled with sighs every time he caressed her bust with his half-open mouth while with his other free hand he caressed her lower back. Y/n arched like a cat from the wonders that the pirate caused in her. Shanks continued to go down even further trying to please the desire of both, he stopped especially on her lower belly which caused another moan this time more delicious than the previous one. Eager to hear more he began to kiss and gently bite her belly holding her thighs with both hands tracing circles and putting pressure on the flaccid flesh

"Oh Shanks...!"

This time the electrifying sensation that ran through her spine was indescribable and her core began to pump intensely with a sharp pain. Throwing her head back and breathing with her mouth open, she clung to his hair as she tried in vain to stop those palpitations. Shanks smiled mischievously against her skin, very aware of what he did to her. Sure of his abilities to disarm women in a jiffy, he passionately kissed the inner part of her thighs near her intimacy. Y/n's body writhed even more like a worm as a cacophony of muffled moans came out of her mouth and her pelvis began to rock back and forth gently as if it had a life of its own. Her mind was a blur, unable to think clearly about anything other than Shanks's mouth and how much she wanted him to make her his, but drawing strength from who knows where she was able to clear her mind with difficulty to realize that they were still in the bunk and not in Eden, moreover, they were still on her island, at night and with her little sister and her mother sleeping in the house that was a few meters away.

"Shanks, wait..." She said, breathing heavily.

He looked at her, surprised, attentive and a little worried at her words.

"I can't... we can't"

She realized that he thought something was wrong with her so she rushed to reassure him.

"It's not that I don't want to… but, I don't know, aren't we going too fast? We can't do this. Not like this, in a barn surrounded by horses. My mother doesn't even know you're here."

He sighed and acknowledged that she was right. He slowly stood up and with one hand helped her to stand, gently adjusting the fallen strap of her top while they both caught their breath.

"Forgive me, it was my fault"

She was quick to hush him sweetly "No, it was both of us" then with a shy smile she said "I guess I can't resist your charms"

He smiled, "and I guess I'll see you again tomorrow, at the festival."

"Does that mean you're not staying overnight?" she asked, a little disappointed.

He took her hand and kissed it warmly. "No, I don't want to cause you any more trouble, besides I think it's time to go back to my old ship, he must miss me." He laughed but there was no trace of emotion in his voice.

Y/n's face showed some affliction but she nodded understandingly, before saying goodbye she made a gesture to kiss his cheek but before her lips landed on the side of his skin Shanks turned his face and kissed her on the lips. This time it was a quick kiss but full of love. The pirate took off from her and walked away towards the beach while she sent him a sad flying kiss with the tips of her fingers. With a hole in her heart she headed back to the house, luckily neither Mele nor her mother Cala had woken up so without further ado she slowly went to her room and lay down looking at the moon through her window while a tear ran down her cheek to end up on her pillow.

For his part, Shanks walked along the sand, dodging some palm leaves and having the moon as his only source of light. When he reached his precious ship, he saw that there were some pirates sleeping in hammocks hanging on the deck in the starlight. It seemed that everyone was snoring except for someone, someone who seemed to be hiding in the shadows, smoking quietly.

"I know that look, captain…"

The redhead who hadn't seen him was startled, he tried to see in the darkness but it wasn't necessary, the man with that voice appeared, leaning into the light. It was Beckman.

"Geez, man. You scared the shit out of me" he laughed nervously

Beckman just smiled, taking another drag on his cigarette.

"And I don't know what you're talking about"

Shanks was about to leave when Beckman exclaimed, "You met a woman, and apparently she's not like any other."

The captain looked at him in surprise, he was about to deny everything but gave up and simply laughed softly and tiredly.

"Is it so obvious?"

"You're never away for so long, Captain, and you never come back with those eyes. I can see it in you Shanks, it's love"

Shanks sat down next to him and began to tell him everything he had been through the last few days.

"She drives me crazy, I've never felt like this"

"Looks like the captain finally got a taste of his own medicine," Beckman laughed.

He sighed "Any advice?"

Beckman stubbed out his cigarette by crushing it against the wooden floor. "Listen, Captain, if what you feel is true love, I advise you not to let her go. Go to the festival and confess your feelings."

After saying that he got up and went to his cabin, Shanks after thinking for a while went to his and tried to sleep thinking about what his friend told him

...The next day...

Y/n woke up yawning, she felt like she had slept for ten days, she saw the sunlight coming through her window and smiled, it was warm and bright. Warm and bright… like Shanks' eyes. Suddenly the pirate's face crept into her mind and the memories of the previous night… The barn, his hands on her body. Instinctively Y/n slid the palm of her hand towards her belly and went down, down, down…

At that moment her sister bursts into her room, slamming the door loudly. Y/n blushed and startled, quickly moved her hand away from her lower belly.

"Jesus, Mele! You can't just come in like a tornado!!"

Mele, ignoring her and very happy, jumped onto her bed and shook her like a rag doll. "GET UP, GET UP, TODAY IS THE PARTY!"

Then she noticed that her older sister was blushing like a rose in May. "Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?"

She got up in a hurry. "Nothing, it's nothing. I'm fine. Let's go have breakfast."

In the kitchen was his mother, who had gotten up earlier than usual this time and was pouring fruit juice from a large jug.

"Hello my loves, did you sleep well?"

Mele and Y/n sat at the table eating while nodding happily and chatting about the ceremony that would take place that night.

"Thanks to you the ceremony will be a success, you did a good job cleaning and decorating, Y/n. Did Mele help you?"

"Uh yes mother, yes she did"

The old woman noticed that Y/n was distracted in her thoughts as she stirred the food on her plate with her spoon, not tempted to try anything.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? Are you sick? If you want, I can bring you some medicine.." Her mother said as she checked her daughter with her hand to see if she had a fever.

The older sister gently pushed her mother's hand away. "I'm fine, Mom. I just need some fresh air. Excuse me."

Without looking at anyone she pushed her plate away and left the house, she could feel the scrutinizing gaze of the two of them. With her spirits down and unable to think clearly she headed towards the quiet and silent jungle. She needed to clear her mind, she felt so confused. Is that what love causes? Not being able to eat or think well? Well, what a pain love is. Without looking very well where she was going as she was concentrating on kicking a stone off the ground, Y/n walked and walked until she collided with someone.

"Hey! Watch where you're wal-!"

She exclaimed annoyed but couldn't finish the sentence because when she looked up she was left breathless at the sight of the pirate who had stolen so many of her sighs.

"Me? But the one who wasn't looking where she was walking was you" he laughed amused.

"S-Shanks.. I didn't expect to meet you so soon"

"I was just getting some fresh air, looks like you needed it too…"

She nodded, putting a lock of hair behind her ear, visibly embarrassed. Suddenly she didn't know what to say, she didn't want there to be an awkward silence, but she felt like she couldn't concentrate if she was in his presence. All strength and courage vanished if Shanks was near, she felt more vulnerable, as if he could break through every cold and hard shell, break through that wall of ice to finally reach her warm heart.

"The party isn't until tonight… are you still planning on going?" She stammered timidly

"Of course I'm going, I wouldn't miss it for anything. And I always keep my word." he said, raising one hand and resting the other on his heart.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh softly and Shanks' chest swelled with happiness at having at least managed to make her smile.

"Well, remember that others can't know that you're not an inhabitant of this island, so I'll have to camouflage you."

"Oh yeah? And how?" He smiled, putting his hands on his hips.

She began to circle around his figure like a predator analyzing its prey. "Well.. first of all, you should change those clothes. We like to use other types of fabrics here."

Y/n continued to circle around him, admiring Shanks' figure from top to bottom. She noticed that he was thin but his muscles could still be seen beneath his shirt. The redhead smiled mischievously, letting her continue to look at him like a Greek statue.

"Really? But I like this shirt" He said raising his arms in a T shape.

"Yes, I see, you like it so much that you don't even take it off to wash it" she laughed mockingly.

Then behind Shanks' back and with him still raising his arms, she began to touch the fabric to check its texture and the state it was in. She ran her hands delicately down his back, slowly going up which caused an exquisite shiver in Shanks but he concentrated on hiding it. Y/n ran her hands over his shoulders reaching his biceps, she felt his burly muscles through the fabric and felt her breathing accelerate.

"Everything okay there?" Shanks teased amusedly.

Y/n seemed to come down from the cloud and cleared her throat, standing in front of him. "Of course, but I have bad news for you, your shirt needs an urgent wash. I'll lend you some other clothes tonight."

"Whatever you say." he said, smiling mischievously.

"Mmh and there's something else" Y/n's gaze went to his head "You can't wear that hat" she said pointing at the straw hat.

"Oh, this one?" He took off his hat and she rushed to grab it but he held it up laughing "But it's special, I always wear it."

"Aha, you said the same thing about your shirt. Give it to me."

The woman began to jump, almost climbing over him, trying in vain to reach the hat while the captain continued to hold it with his arm raised and spinning around laughing out loud. Y/n growled in annoyance until at one point she stepped wrong and stumbled backwards, but before falling Shanks quickly caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist and back while still holding the hat. For an instant they both looked at each other and the world seemed to stop.

"Are you alright?" He asked worried

She nodded mesmerized, he smiled relievedly and then placed his straw hat on her head lovingly.

"I think it suits you better than me"

She gulped and slowly stood up, taking off her hat and holding it to her chest. "Uhm, I'll give it back to you once the festival is over. I promise."

"I know you will" he said smiling and gave her a kiss on the cheek "See you tonight, I have to get back to my crew"

Y/n watched as he walked away, she still held the hat but this time she squeezed it tighter as she felt her left cheek burn under the skin where he had kissed her. Without thinking she touched her face smiling sideways. That afternoon was quite chaotic, Y/n and Mele kept organizing some pending things for the ceremony, they chose their outfits without stopping fighting and helped their mother with whatever she needed. On Shanks' ship everything was laughter and alcohol as always, only Beckman and the captain knew about the festival, his friend promised to keep the secret just in case. So each one spent the day busy as best they knew how until night fell, with the sun hiding on the horizon and the sky turning purple.

"Alright, I think I'll go stretch my legs a little, see you later" said the captain without hiding his enthusiasm for seeing Y/n

"Oh what happened captain? Come on! Stay with us a little longer, we'll play cards and there will be a singing competition" exclaimed one

Shanks turned as he continued walking away, "I'm sorry guys, another time."

Without bothering to make an excuse, Shanks walked away confidently while the others stared at him. Yassop walked over to Beckman's side.

"That's weird, he never misses a good competition, he didn't even tell us where he was going exactly. Do you know anything, Beck?" he asked suspiciously.

"No" He said bluntly, "and don't bother trying to find out."

On the other side of the island, Y/n was waiting impatiently for Shanks. Mele and her mother had gone to visit a neighboring family to invite them to the festival. Sitting on a rock, she held a long, clean white cloth resembling a tunic on her lap. Next to her were a pair of shorts and a seed necklace. Every so often, she turned nervously to look at her clothes, wanting to make sure she had everything ready. Suddenly, Shanks came trotting to meet her. When he stood in front of her he noticed her change of clothes, she was wearing a long white skirt open at the sides that highlighted her waist and a white crossed top tied around her neck. She was beautiful

"You're finally here!" she sighed in relief.

He noticed that she had been worried and smiled.

"Did you doubt me?" He said, raising an amused eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, "No time for jokes, come change your clothes."

She dragged him by the doll into the house and to her room. They were going so fast that Shanks didn't have time to admire the house, but when he got to her room he took the time to inspect the place. It wasn't very big but it felt warm and comfortable. The bed took up the whole center of the room while the window on the right was open and let in the cool breeze. Y/n hurried to hand him the clothes throwing them into his arms.

"There in a corner behind you is the mirror, I'll be back in a minute" and after that she ran away

Shanks looked at the cloths in confusion, noticing that a cloth had to be tied on top like a toga. He got rid of his old shirt, leaving him bare-chested, but had trouble trying to tie the cloth over his chest. Luckily, Y/n came back quickly.

"Are you ready?"

She stifled a cry of exclamation upon seeing him without his shirt and quickly, without controlling her blush, turned to look elsewhere.

"So sorry! I thought you were already dressed…"

He laughed, "I think I have a problem with this kind of toga, I've never worn anything like that."

"Let me help you"

Y/n walked over to him trying not to look at his abs or chest and grabbed the fabric with sweaty and slightly shaky hands. She crossed the fabric over his chest and placed it over one shoulder. She then tied it with a clasp in the back.

"There! It wasn't that hard," she laughed and said without thinking, "Do you want me to help you with your pants?"

Shanks looked at her at first surprised but then a wide and amused smile formed on his face, realizing what he had just said she opened her eyes wide and turned red.

"NO, IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I MEANT..UH.. NEVERMIND!"

She told him to hurry up because the ceremony was about to start and she walked away again but this time she would wait for him to come out of his room. She didn't have to wait long when Shanks came out dressed in the new clothes, he looked like a different person.

"Perfect, just this" she grabbed the necklace and placed it around her neck "Now yes, are you ready. Let's go?"

They both left the house holding hands like a couple of lovebirds. In the center of the field the bonfire was already lit and the party was in full swing, people laughing and drinking happy to be surrounded by loved ones. Y/n approached her mother and Mele. The old woman was surprised to see her arrive holding the hand of a stranger, while the younger sister could hardly hide her joy.

"Sweetheart, who is he?" she asked suspiciously.

"He's… Eudora's cousin, do you remember me telling you about him? The one who lived on the other side of the island" Y/n's words had some truth to them, Eudora was a friend of her mother and she had a cousin but he clearly didn't look anything like Shanks.

Cala smiled in relief. "Oh yes, love, I remember it well. Nice to finally meet you, Hako."

Shanks looked at Y/n in confusion and she gave him a raised eyebrow look as if to say 'just go with the flow'. The pirate smiled at the older woman and shook her hand.

"The pleasure is mine, ma'am"

The mother excused herself for a moment and went somewhere else. Mele, unable to resist any longer, pounced on Shanks.

"YOU'RE HERE!!"

Shanks laughed happily and lifted her up to hug her.

"I would never leave my favorite person behind"

Y/n slammed Shanks' hips into hers, exclaiming an offended "Hey!" He was quick to say

"My favorite person after you, of course"

Mele watched as they both looked at each other in love and smiled knowingly. She decided to take the captain by the hand to another side anyway to tell him everything she had done that day. Shanks, seeing himself dragged by the little girl, turned his head back to look at Y/n and shrugged his shoulders in apology while smiling. She nodded laughing amused when her mother returned to her side with a boy at her side.

"Y/n darling, you don't know who I ran into! Do you remember Lino? Noé and Rosa's son?"

Next to her was a boy Y/n's age with black hair and tanned skin, he had a white-toothed smile and emerald green eyes. He took a step and opened his arms to hug her.

"Y/n! Long time no see!"

She stood stiff for a few seconds, not responding to the hug and not knowing how to react. She felt a little uncomfortable. Lino? That boy who played with her and sometimes teased her by jokingly pulling her hair? Suddenly a flood of memories came over her and she smiled, returning the hug.

"Lin!! I've missed you!"

Lin was the affectionate nickname she had for him, Lino had left for another island years ago and now he had returned. They had so many things to tell each other! From afar Mele and Shanks were sitting chatting but his gaze was on that boy who hugged y/n so tightly, he felt an annoying thorn in his heart. Mele noticed it

"Are you jealous?"

"Me? Nah, I don't even know who he is" he laughed sarcastically

"His name is Lino, a childhood friend of my sister's. Years ago he went to live on another far away island, I don't know why he came back just now. But don't worry, she doesn't love him, but she loves you."

The girl smiled and walked away as if she had solved all the world's problems with a few simple words. At that moment Y/n came over and sat next to him.

"Are you enjoying the party?" she asked.

"Much more if you are by my side" he said caressing her hand

They both continued laughing and talking. Lino looked at them dead serious from a distance. He had no idea who that red-haired man was next to his friend but he swore not to take his eyes off him. He had always been very jealous and was suspicious of that strange-looking individual. The hours passed and someone exclaimed that it was time for the dance, Shanks wondered what that meant and Y/n explained that it was the sacred dance that was done around the bonfire. Everyone got up and began to dance, jumping and laughing. Shanks, somewhat clumsy on his feet, had a hard time keeping up with the rhythm so she took his hand and stood in front of him. He let her guide him, put his hands on her hips and they began to swear at him from side to side. With each step they took, he learned more.

"You learn fast"

Their bodies seemed to be one, he was spinning her around and she was not moving away from his torso. From a distance, Lino continued to watch them suspiciously. When they finished dancing, they stared at each other. One second, two seconds, three, four. It seemed like an eternity.

"Y/n I have to tell you something. But not here, in private". Shanks said with a dry throat, wetting his lips

She was surprised by his serious and nervous expression. But she nodded in understanding and they walked away from the party into the silent, dark jungle, not realizing that Lino was following them closely. When they made sure that no one could hear or see them, Shanks took Y/n's hands.

"Y/n… ever since I met you there's something inside me that's been changing, I don't know what it is but you've awakened something in me that I didn't know before. I don't know what happens to me when I'm with you, I'm not the same as before, I don't sleep, I hardly drink or eat. And I don't know if that's a good thing but it must be because when I look into your eyes, I know it's all been worth it. I love you Y/n, and I don't care if you don't love me the same because I'll keep doing it anyway."

Her eyes were wet and her heart was beating like a drum. He caressed her face and tears began to roll down, but they were tears of happiness because she could finally understand that the love she longed for was reciprocal.

"Shanks… I feel the same way. And I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same. I don't know what I did to deserve you, I never thought I'd fall in love with a pirate" she laughed between hiccups.

Hearing the word pirate, Lino, who was crouching behind a bush, pricked up his ears in alarm.

"But I don't regret meeting you, I feel like a better person because of you. I feel stronger every time I see you. I love you, Shanks, and I always will."

She shortened the distance that separated them and they joined in a long, passionate kiss. They seemed one, their bodies pressed together and their mouths roaming over each other's. His hands embraced her waist and hers tangled in his hair. The passion they felt at that moment seemed to explode like thousands of fireworks. It was a slow kiss but full of love, like a promise that no matter what happens, their destiny was to be together. Lino, with his face twisted with hatred, could not resist it any longer and came out of his hiding place running towards them and howling like a wild animal. Y/n and Shanks turned around startled and before either of them could do anything, Lino threw himself at him, taking out a knife and threatening to stab him.

"STOP! DON'T HURT HIM, I BEG YOU!!"

Y/n lunged at her friend, trying to take the knife from him, but he pushed her away and she fell on her back. Shanks, with the strength of a thousand men, held Lino's wrist as he watched the knife get closer to his face. As best he could, he kneed him in the stomach and pushed him away. They both stood up and a tense fight began, with the pirate trying by all means to avoid the blade's edge. Y/n's anguished screams alerted the people at the festival and they ran to see what was happening.

But they were not the only ones who had heard the commotion, Shanks' crew in the distance had also heard noise and screams and came running and armed, worried about their captain. When they arrived with the others they saw how their captain was fighting to the death with another armed man, the pirates pointed their weapons and the villagers around exclaimed in fear but Beckman shouted for them to stop.

"WAIT! THAT WILL ONLY MAKE IT WORSE"

He trusted his captain. The two remained locked in a fight until at one point Lino stabbed his dagger into the side of Shanks' belly who let out a cry of pain. Y/n brought her hands to her mouth in fear, fighting her tears. Then Lino lunged at him again and they rolled towards a cliff, Lino moved away in time but Shanks couldn't hold on to anything and fell into the void.

"NOOO!!!!"

Y/n's heartbreaking scream was heard throughout the island, she ran desperately towards the cliff and threw herself face down, almost falling too.

"DAUGHTER!!"

Her mother and everyone else, including the pirates, ran up to her and held her by the feet. Y/n in turn held Shanks' hand with all her strength before he could fall.

"I WON'T LEAVE YOU! I WON'T LOSE YOU LIKE MY FATHER!"

Hot tears ran down her cheeks as the others lined up to pull her up, pulling her with all their might as if she were a rope. Little by little they raised Shanks, who barely had the strength to hold her hand. Y/n helped him stand up and hugged him tremblingly, tears wetting his bare shoulder as he melted into her embrace with his arm around her. The others sighed in relief as the pirates jumped and celebrated, smiling. Y/n walked away from the hug smiling at him, but his smile faded as he held his belly on the left side. With horror she saw how the toga was stained dark red and became wet, sticking to her skin. Shanks staggered and suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"SHANKS!"

Y/n, scared, stood next to him and held his head while desperately calling for her mom. She came running and sat next to him, she called some pirates to help her pick him up and take him home to heal him.

"Don't worry, y/n, he will be fine, but I have to cure him as soon as possible."

The eldest daughter cried inconsolably as she held the hand of her now fainted lover. The mother did not understand very well what was happening but she understood that that man was someone important to her. Several of them quickly took him to the house and placed him on the mother's bed, who worked quickly to stop the bleeding. Y/n waited anxiously near the door frame along with Mele who was crying scared. The oldest said a prayer to Inti so that Shanks would not lose his life. They spent the whole night awake until dawn came and the tired mother said that she could see that he was already awake and feeling better. Y/n ran to where he was and knelt next to the bed holding his hand, he saw her and smiled tiredly. She began to cry without holding back and Shanks stroked her hair.

"Please don't cry, I hate seeing you like this"

"It's all my fault," she sobbed, "I should never have invited you and put you in danger."

He shushed her gently "hey don't say that, I've been in worse situations. Although I can't remember any right now" he laughed.

She looked up slowly, "You're going to be okay, right?"

Shanks nodded "Yes, but… I must return to my island, I have to regain my strength"

"Do you really have to go now?" she asked sadly

"I promise I'll be back" he kissed her hand.

At that moment a pirate knocked on the door frame to catch his attention. "Sorry to interrupt you, but everything is ready to go."

They both said goodbye with a kiss and hours later Shanks was already on a bamboo stretcher near the beach where his boat was. Before saying goodbye, Y/n had whispered in his ear that she would come see him before leaving and give him something. As if by magic he saw her appear along with her mother, her sister and other villagers. Mele ran next to him crying sadly

"Don't go shanks!"

He hugged her tightly and smiling said "I'm sorry little one but I have to do it, I have to be strong" and smiling he kissed her forehead "Promise me you'll behave well"

The girl nodded and walked away. y/n wasn't ready to say goodbye but she walked over and crouched down, hugging his chest.

"This is for you, a gift. It is a conch that I found years ago, it is the rarest of all and now I want you to have it, I have treasured it for years"

Shanks took her in his hands "she's pretty, but you are the greatest treasure I carry with me"

Before she could cry he kissed her intensely. When they separated her face was still centimeters from his lips. "I'll miss you," she whispered in his ear.

"Me too"

The mother watched the scene moved from afar, at that moment a high-pitched scream broke the air. It was blue that went around and then went down to Shanks' shoulder

"Hey buddy, I think you had forgotten about me" he stroked the bird who purred in contentment.

"Uhm captain? We should leave now" Beckman cleared his throat.

Y/n and Shanks looked into each other's eyes and then carefully lifted the captain onto the ship. One shouted, weigh anchor! and the sails were spread to resume the journey. The ship left the port and headed towards the sea, moving away. Her eyes were fixed on the wooden ship until they became moist and her vision became blurry.

Y/n's mother approached, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Go, angel, run."

Her mother smiled and she hugged her, whispering a thank you. Y/n ran like a gazelle along the beach, high up and behind the hills she saw the white sails of the ship fluttering in the wind. She did not stop running with her heart pounding in her chest until she reached the top of a hill where the ship could be seen in all its splendor. The salty breeze swirled y/n's hair, she couldn't see Shanks but she was sure he was looking at her. And so it was, from the boat Shanks looked up and saw her pretty figure, so far away that it seemed like a point. Y/n raised an arm high in greeting and he did the same. Knowing that he had seen her, she smiled with tears in her eyes, wishing or rather knowing that she would see him again, she whispered in the wind.

"See you soon, my love"

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help, that was longer than I expected lol I'm really sorry if it went on too long and because of that rushed ending, I didn't feel like writing anymore lmao

[just-prime]

Ahsoka is so slow I could cry. She was trained by Anakin and presumably Obi-wan and several other Jedi, and Rosario can hardly do an actual lightsaber twirl, let alone make me believe she could survive Ventress, Maul, Grievous, or Vader, survive order 66, or run in a way that looks fast. Bo-Katan moves faster, Shin moves faster, Sabine moves faster, Ezra moves faster, even Ewan's lazy twirls while walking around and not actively engaged in battle in the prequels were roughly as fast as Rosario's in an actual duel.

It's also canon that in this era, in a less prequels flashy version of standard Jedi abilities, a Jedi can leap SEVERAL feet. Luke in ROTJ- even GROGU can jump higher, while Rosario's feet are consistently glued to the ground. Her choreography and speed are so inconsistent with this established era and people keep writing it off and praising it as her fighting like a samurai now, even though it makes NO sense for her to, given who trained her. She isn't A New Hope Obi-wan, nor sad cave dwelling Obi-wan who hasn't stretched or lifted a weapon in a decade, and a 44 year old Jedi is still supposed to be in their prime.

I truly wonder if part of it is that they can't keep her lekku on properly if she does a flip, and they are shorter because they were meant to be more practical, but I'm really not seeing a character agile enough to need stunt modified lekku.

If they couldn't bring this to life in live action convincingly, it should have remained animated and each passing week demonstrates this more and more.

I'm sorry to anon into your inbox like this, but your post about the last episode has been so refreshing, and I've felt like I've been watching a completely different show than other people and don't know how they considered any of the actors ready. (Rosario has said she was training during filming). Thank you for your brutally honest take, you're spot on on all counts.

Couple of things.

A) I agree with everything you just said. Always feel free to come and rant into my asks.

B) I HAVE BEEN ANTI TINY LEKKU SINCE MANDO S2. It's laughable that we've seen cosplayers with more Rebels accurate headpieces. And of course everyone defends it with the 'it wouldn't be fair to the stunt person to have them try and do flips in that' and it's like NEWSFLASH Ahsoka isn't doing flips anyway!!! And sure, they probably stuck Rosario in a 5 week sword training class, but she's clearly not had to do any serious combat training given how clunky her fights are. And again, this was also a problem back in Mando s2, only she was in the middle of a foggy woods, so it was easier to hide the fact that she is incompetent when it comes to fight choreography.

C) "If they couldn't bring this to life in live action convincingly, it should have remained animated" Exactly. This is why every passing day I am increasingly pissed that this show killed and ate the animated Rebels sequel series that was in fucking development. Everything about this show, from Ahsoka, to Hera (hell, even TBoBF cameos like Cad Banes) prove that Disney is not willing to shell out for a decent makeup and/or CG designer. No shade to the artists that are currently working on it, they are doing their jobs to the best of their abilities. What I mean is they didn't have anyone on set that was in a high enough positions to say 'Hey, have any of you heard of contouring?' Like, just looking at the alien makeup of the OT...which somehow holds up better than state of the art Disney budget makeup. It's just fucking embarrassing at this point. There is no reason everyone should look as flat as they do, but it's no surprise that they do when mary elizabeth winstead is celebrating that her makeup only took an hour. Sure, it's understandable that you don't want to be sitting in the makeup chair every morning of hours on end, but in the end you are an actor who signed up to play an alien...Suck it up buttercup.

D) I totally understand how hard it is to be not liking this show right now. The amount of people who've told me that "well, clearly it's just not made for you" after I point out a simple fact that a character is out of character is painful. Looking at twitter after each episode as everyone seems to think Filoni is creating the second coming is painful. Because it really does feel like we're watching a different show than them.

Okay, I think I covered everything. Thank you again for your kind words and your wonderful rant!!!

[fanfictionalraven]

Piece by Piece Pt 6

Title: Piece By Piece Pt. 6

Summary: It’s date night for Dean and the reader.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester Sam Winchester, Original Characters

Word Count: 4,013

Warnings: Implied smut

Author’s Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published in 2017.

Read Piece by Piece Pt. 5 here.

Between working at the hospital and being a single mother, you didn’t have a lot of time to be glamorous. Sure, you’d been on a few dates and even had a couple of serious relationships but they didn’t last long and your last date had been over a year and a half ago. You’d actually forgotten this dress was hanging in your closet until M.K. found it. It was a simple black dress that Lily had talked you into buying for a date you ended up cancelling at the last minute. You’d been meaning to return the dress but it slipped your mind.

“Momma, wait,” M.K. says, watching you closely. Your hand freezes. You’re leaning over the bathroom sink about to start your make-up for the night. You look over at your daughter, curious. You’re fresh out of the shower, your hair is still up in a towel and you’re only wearing your robe. You didn’t exactly have time to wait.

“What is it, M.K.?” You ask, trying to remain patient. She smiles at you sweetly.

“I don’t think you should wear a lot of make-up,” she tells you. You stand up straight now.

“No?” You ask. She smiles wider, showing off those dimples, and shakes her head.

“Daddy already thinks you’re beautiful,” she says. Your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Did he tell you that?” You ask. She giggles and shakes her head. You nod slightly, looking back into your make-up bag. “Then how do you know?” You lean back into the mirror and she rolls her eyes.

“Because he’s got the prince look,” she says. You stop again and sigh, standing back up. You drop your powder back into the bag before lifting her up to sit on the edge of the counter.

“What’s the prince look?” You ask her. She smiles and shakes her head, like you’re asking her the silliest question she’s ever heard.

“In the Disney movies when the prince looks at the princess. Daddy looks at you like that,” she explains. You stare at her now, stunned. Clearing your throat, you look back at your make-up bag. Now that you think about it, Dean had never seen you with a lot of make-up. It didn’t matter that first night and it didn’t seem to matter now.

“Can I wear just a little bit?” You ask, looking back at your daughter. She laughs a little and nods her head.

“Just your eyes. You always make them look really pretty. And some lipstick,” she tells you. You smile widely and kiss her forehead before moving back to your make-up bag. You carefully apply your eyeliner and mascara. As you move to your lipstick, M.K. watches. “Are you nervous?”

“A little,” you admit, glancing at her. She reaches over and puts her hand on your arm, comfortingly.

“It’s just Daddy,” she says. You laugh lightly and nod.

“I guess it is. How should I do my hair?” You ask her as you pull the towel off your head.

“Like you did when we took those pictures,” she tells you. You nod again, knowing exactly what she means. Down and natural. Your phone starts to ring in the bedroom and you set M.K. down on her feet.

“Can you get that for me?” You ask. She nods and runs into the bedroom as you start to dry your damp hair out. She doesn’t come back in until you turn the blow dryer off and when she does, she has the phone to her ear.

“She’s gonna wear that black dress she bought when you went shopping together and I told her not to wear a lot of make-up cause Daddy thinks she’s beautiful and she’s going to wear her hair down like I like it,” she says into the receiver. You look over and can’t help but laugh. “It’s Aunt Lily,” she tells you. You nod and reach for the phone, tucking it between your shoulder and ear.

“Doesn’t sound like you need my help at all,” Lily says, laughing. You smile as you walk back into the bedroom.

“I know. I’ve got my own little live-in beauty consultant,” you tell her, winking at M.K. Lily laughs again. “Sweetie, I’ve gotta get dressed,” you say, nodding towards the door. M.K. nods and runs from the room, closing the door behind her. “Should I have listened to her?” You ask into the phone. You can almost hear Lily roll her eyes.

“That dress looks amazing on you. You’ve never needed to wear much make-up. And your hair always looks lovely down. She’s a smart kid,” she says. You smile to yourself and nod, slipping out of your robe.

“Okay. Thank you,” you say. You put the phone on speaker and toss it onto the bed.

“You sound nervous,” she observes. You roll your eyes now, starting to get dressed.

“You sound like M.K.,” you tell her. She laughs again and you sigh. “I’m scared to death, Lily. I knew him for one night when he was 19. What if he isn’t the same man?”

“He probably isn’t. Are you the same person you were that night?” She asks. You frown slightly as you slip into the black dress. She takes your silence as her answer and continues. “It’s just a date, Y/N. If it doesn’t work out, then at least you’ll have the answer you’ve spent the last 11 years looking for.” You sit on the edge of the bed and slip into the matching black heels.

“You’re right. Thank you, Lils,” you tell her, picking the phone back up.

“It’s what I’m here for. Now get down there before M.K. tries to break down the door,” she says. You laugh and tell her goodbye before hanging up. You take one last look in the full-length mirror on the back of your door and nod appreciatively. If you were being honest, M.K. did pretty good helping you out. You looked good.

You take a deep breath before going down the stairs. You hear laughter coming from the dining room and turn the corner. It grows quiet instantly. M.K. and Sam are sitting at the table, smiling over at you widely. Dean, in the suit he’d been wearing yesterday, is staring at you, his mouth hanging open. Apparently, you looked really good.

“Wow,” Dean says quietly. You look down, blushing now.

“Isn’t she pretty, Daddy? Like a princess,” M.K. says, smiling proudly. Dean glances at her and laughs lightly, nodding.

“Yea, she’s really pretty,” he says. You look up at M.K. now and she winks at you. You bite back a laugh then look at Dean to find he’s staring at you again.

“Ready?” You ask him. He blinks then nods and walks over, taking your hand in his. You look at Sam as Dean starts to pull your hand. “Don’t play the cool uncle and let her stay up too late or binge on candy.” Sam laughs and waves a hand at you.

“Have fun,” he says. Dean pulls on your hand again and you allow him to lead you from the room and out the front door. You follow him to the waiting Impala where he holds the door open, allowing you slide into the passenger seat. You look around and smile as he makes his way around the car. It was exactly as you remembered it. Dean gets in on his side and looks over at you. He smiles and you can tell that the memories are returning to him as well.

The drive is silent, Dean navigating the town like he’s been here his whole life. He pulls the car into the parking lot and you find yourselves in a line of other cars waiting to be parked. Your eyes widen slightly. This was the nicest place in town. You’d been brought here once and it certainly wasn’t for a first date. You look over at Dean to find he’s frowning. He glances at you and tries to smile.

“Hate valets,” he admits. For the first time, you notice just how nervous he looks and you almost laugh. You reach over carefully, placing your hand on his arm. He looks at you, curiously.

“This isn’t us,” you tell him, shaking your head. “We are not five-star restaurant people.” You see the tension release in his shoulders almost instantly.

“Sam found it and told me to bring you here,” he says. “I gotta be honest, Y/N. I’ve never really taken a girl out on a real date before. Not like this. I don’t have any idea what I’m doing.” You smile and look at the line of cars in front of you.

“Get back on the road. Take a left then the second right. The Burger Joint, that’s what it’s called, is gonna be on your left. They have a drive-up window,” you tell him. He tries to fight back a smile.

“Are you sure?” He asks. You roll your eyes quickly.

“Dean, I’ve been here. I can’t even read the menu,” you say. He lets out a laugh and throws the car into reverse quickly. Following your simple directions, he easily finds The Burger Joint. There’s a car already at the window so he stops, waiting behind them. You slide over into the middle seat and he looks at you. “I’m gonna order.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, smirking slightly. You wink at him then reach for his tie.

“Why don’t we get a little more comfortable?” You ask, loosening it for him. He smiles widely and pulls it off before tossing it into the backseat. His jacket and your heels follow it quickly. You watch as he undoes the top couple of buttons on his shirt and fight back the urge to finish the job.

“Better?” He asks, looking at you as he rolls his sleeves up. You tear your eyes from his arms and nod, smiling. The car at the window moves on and Dean pulls up next. You lean over and see him smiling at you widely.

“Hey, Y/N!! How are you?” The woman at the window, you know as Mama G, asks. You smile back at her.

“I’m good. How are you?” You ask her. She smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

“Can’t complain. Got a hot date tonight?” She asks. You look at Dean and he nods once. Smiling, you look back up at Mama G.

“This is Dean. M.K.’s father,” you tell her. She smiles widely, looking at him.

“Really now?” She asks. Dean smiles at her and nods. “Good. What can I get for you two?”

“Can we get two double bacon cheeseburgers with everything?” You stop and look at Dean for confirmation. He smiles widely and nods. “A large fry should be okay. And…what dessert do you have tonight?”

“Cherry pie,” she says, writing on her pad.

“Two slices please,” you add quickly. She nods and slides the window closed. You lean back into the seat and find Dean staring at you, grinning. “What?” You ask, laughing. He shakes his head slightly. “That’s Mama G. She’s owned this place for longer than we’ve been alive and she is everyone’s Mama. She’s a great woman with an amazing story.”

“I bet,” he says, nodding.

“You’re still staring at me,” you tell him. He laughs lightly and shrugs.

“Can’t help it,” he says, that grin still plastered across his face. You lean in and press your lips to his quickly. You pull away too soon and his hands gently cradle your face, pulling you back into him. The kiss is slow, his lips moving against yours. One hand slides back, his fingers threading into your hair. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “You look beautiful tonight. Have I told you that yet?”

“Not in so many words but I kinda got the idea,” you tell him, smiling. You look down at your dress and run the fingers over the fabric. “I actually bought this for a date a few months ago but cancelled it at the last minute. M.K. ended up sick. I think she was faking it though. She didn’t really care for him. Course she’s never really cared for anyone I dated.”

“Really?” He asks, his hand finding yours.

“Always told me you were gonna come back for us,” you admit. He laughs lightly and nods before pressing his lips to your forehead.

“I’d have come back a lot sooner if I’d been able to find you,” he says, his voice soft. You smile and shake your head, taking his face in your hands.

“Let’s not worry about lost time. You’re here now,” you tell him. He nods before capturing your lips with his own again. A cough draws you away from each other and you both look up at the window. Mama G is smiling a knowing smile as she holds out a bag.

“Thanks,” Dean says as he takes the bag from her. He hands her some cash.

“You two behave yourselves now,” she tells you both with a wink as she hands Dean his change. You feel yourself blush again before Dean pulls away from the window.

“Where to?” He asks. You’re just about to slide back over to the far side when his arm comes around your shoulders, holding you close to his side. You look back at him to find he’s waiting for an answer.

“Ummmm,” you close your eyes, trying to think. “Drive out of town. See if we can find somewhere…private.” You open your eyes and are surprised by the look that greets you. He’s frowning.

“Y/N, we don’t have to – to do anything,” he says. You smile and shake your head before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Dean, that’s not what I’m saying. I would rather go park in the middle of a field and talk all night than go to the city park where it’s just going to be noisy and all my neighbors can find us,” you tell him. He smiles now, relief in his eyes.

He hits the main road and drives out of town. After about 10 minutes, you spot a dirt road and point it out to him. It dead ends and he cuts the car off. You smile widely as you get out. The road had ended in a clearing tucked away between two wooded areas. The night sky was clear and star-filled. Nothing but the sound of crickets and a trickling stream nearby meet your ears. Perfect.

You turn back to the car and grab the bag of food. Dean’s rummaging around the trunk as you close the door. You move to his side and your eyes widen slightly.

“Wow,” you say. In the trunk was the largest assortment of weapons you’d ever seen. It looked like something from the movies. He looks at you and frowns slightly.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “Ah-ha! I knew it was in here somewhere.” He pulls out a blanket, the same blanket he’d wrapped the two of you in all those years ago, and slams the trunk closed.

He spreads the blanket out a few feet out from the car and you both take a seat. You hand him one of the burgers and he starts to ask you questions again while you eat. He asks you every little question he can think of for the next hour. They’re all questions about you and the pregnancy and birth and M.K. growing up. When he finally pauses, you pull the empty Styrofoam container that once held a slice of pie from his hands.

“Alright. There is literally nothing else for you to ask, Dean,” you say. You see him frown as he looks out into the distance. “Will you tell me what happened to you?”

“It ain’t pretty,” he says. You move a little closer to him and touch his cheek.

“I don’t scare easy, remember?” You ask him. He smiles a little then sighs before falling onto his back. You lie on your side, supporting yourself with your elbow. Your other hand comes to rest on his chest. He reaches up, taking your hand in his as he stares up at the stars.

“Dad died. Same demon that got Mom. Then Sam was having these visions cause he had demon blood in him.” He glances at you now but you keep your face under control. He wasn’t going to run you off that easily. “The demon was trying to build an army of these super-powered humans. And Sam got killed.” He looks at you again and this time your face betrays you. “Don’t worry. That’s all Sam babysitting tonight. I made a deal with another demon to get him back.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good idea,” you say, your voice quiet. He smiles a sad smile and shakes his head.

“They gave me a year. Sam and Bobby tried to find a way out but couldn’t. I spent a year in Hell before – well, before the angels pulled me back out a couple months ago,” he says. Your eyes widen as you stare down at him.

“You spent a year in Hell?” You ask, trying wrap your mind around his words.

“Felt like a lifetime,” he says, his eyes far away. You squeeze his hand and his eyes blink back to your face. “Now we’re working for Heaven’s douchebags trying to stop the apocalypse.” You let out a laugh.

“I take it you don’t particularly care for the angels,” you say. He sighs and shrugs.

“I don’t think they’re telling us everything,” he says. You nod and he pulls on your hand slightly. You smile and lay in his side, his arm wrapping around you tight. Your head comes to rest on his chest and you feel him move, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“The apocalypse, huh?” You ask. He nods, his hand running along your side slowly.

“Yep,” he says.

“Sounds dangerous,” you muse. He lets out a laugh.

“Yep,” he says again. You nod and feel him squeeze your waist slightly. “You still sure about this?” He asks. You sit up slightly, looking at him.

“Yep,” you say before leaning in and kissing him. He smiles and his fingers thread into your hair as your lips move against his. Just like before, you feel 17 again. His fingers leave goosebumps in their wake as they move along your arm slowly. A chill runs down your spine and he pulls away.

“Cold?” He asks, his voice suddenly huskier. You smile and look around.

“It is October,” you say. He smiles now too and starts to sit up, allowing you to move first. You look back at him and he brushes his fingers against your cheek.

“Maybe we should move to the car,” he suggests. You smile a little more and rise to your feet, fixing the skirt of your dress. Dean gathers the empty food containers and you pick up the blanket. While he’s stashing the trash in the trunk, you glance at him then slide into the backseat quickly. You lay the blanket in the floorboard and wait. The trunk closes and Dean moves around the car. He reaches for the driver’s side door before realizing you aren’t in the front. He slips into the backseat as well, pulling the door closed behind him again. He watches you for a moment then opens his mouth to speak. You reach over quickly and place a finger over his lips.

“Don’t talk,” you tell him, quietly. He nods once and you immediately replace your finger with your lips, sliding your arms around his neck. He lays you back slowly, his hands moving along your sides. He breaks away from your lips and looks down at you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this here? I mean we can go back to the house, to a bed,” he says quickly. You look at him and roll your eyes.

“If we go home, we’ll have to wait for her to go to bed. You wanna wait another two hours?” You ask. He stares down at you for a moment before his lips start to work along your neck. You let out a laugh and run your fingers through his hair.

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Much later that night, Dean rolls the Impala up to the house and parks on the side of the road. You’re sitting in the middle, tucked closely into his side, completely spent. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before you sit up and look around, sleepily. He slides out and you follow him, his arm coming around your waist instantly.

“You know, there’s room in the driveway for both our cars,” you tell him as the two of you make your way up to the house.

“Easier to get out if there’s an emergency,” he explains. You nod slightly and pull your keys from your purse, handing them to Dean. He unlocks and opens the door, allowing you to step inside first. You can hear the TV on in the living room and glance at the clock on the wall. It was way past M.K.’s bedtime. Dean closes the door and locks it before the two of you step into the living room. Sam looks over the couch and smiles.

“Hey,” he says, his voice dropped low. You look over the back and find M.K. asleep, curled into his side. “She’s been out for a while. I just haven’t gotten around to moving her.” You smile and move to step around the couch when Dean catches your elbow.

“I’ve got her. You go on up to bed,” he tells you. You smile and peck him quickly on the lips.

“You’re coming too, right?” You ask. He lets out a soft laugh and nods.

“Right behind you,” he says. You lean over the couch and sweep M.K.’s hair from her face before kissing her temple. On the way back up, you kiss Sam’s cheek quickly.

“Thank you,” you tell him. He laughs lightly and shrugs.

“We had fun,” he says. “G’night, Y/N.” You wave a hand at him before going up the stairs. Dean watches you go then steps around the couch. He carefully moves his arms underneath M.K.’s sleeping frame and lifts her up, resting her on his shoulder. Her arms move sleepily to rest around his neck and he smiles.

“Thanks, Sammy,” he tells his brother. Sam smiles and rises to his feet, turning the TV off.

“You two have a good time?” He asks as they start to make their way to the stairs, Sam turning the lights off.

“Oh, we had a great time,” he says. Sam lets out a laugh and shakes his head.

“Thanks for the nightmare fuel,” he tells him, stopping at M.K.’s door. He pushes it open and Dean winks at him.

“Night little brother,” he says. Sam nods and goes down the hall to the guest bedroom. Dean carefully lays M.K. down on her bed, thankful she’s already in her pajamas. She opens her eyes slowly and smiles at him.

“You’re back,” she mumbles. He laughs softly and nods, running a hand over her hair.

“We are. Go back to sleep,” he tells her. She nods and rolls onto her side. Dean takes the blankets and drapes them over her before turning to leave the room.

“Daddy,” M.K.’s tiny voice comes from the bed. Dean stops and looks back at her. “Can you turn on my light?” She asks, pointing to the nightlight plugged into the wall. Dean looks at it for a moment then back at her.

“You scared of the dark?” He asks. He can just see her head bob up and down. He smiles and walks over, turning the little flower shaped light on. He moves to the side of her bed and leans down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Nothing in the dark is gonna hurt you as long as I’m around.” He tucks the blankets in around her then leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Read Piece by Piece Pt. 7 here.