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lucy90712 · 1 year ago

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Can you do a pedri x gf!reader imagine where she’s with him during all of The Residency shoot & sees that the girl social media worker has been getting a little too close for comfort. Gf tries to stay calm the whole time until she finally snaps & then she thinks pedri is gonna be upset at her but he’s actually really turned on by the fact that she’s territorial of him

A/n: I changed it up a bit as I don’t usually write stuff like this so I hope it’s ok

WC: 2.1k

Yesterday afternoon Pedri asked me to go with him to his shoot with the residency today because he gets a bit awkward when on camera so he wanted me to be there so there was a familiar face in the room. Of course I agreed to go as I always love spending time with him and I think it's sweet that he wants me there but I'm definitely a little bit nervous too. I have always been really anxious about meeting new people so to be in a room full of them is a bit nerve wracking for me but I am going to be there for Pedri and I'm sure everything will be fine.

This morning Pedri had training which he brought me to as well because we had to go to the shoot right after. I haven't been to one of his training sessions in a long time so it was nice to see the whole team as I get on with them all really well. Getting to talk to the guys before we had to leave relaxed me as I remembered meeting them all and being so nervous but I survived and now we are all good friends so I will be fine with meeting the crew for the shoot. They all knew where we were going so they told us to have fun and Robert told me to make sure I enjoy myself as he knows how anxious I get. Pablo also sent me a smile which didn't need any words with it as I knew what he was trying to say.

On the drive Pedri kept me talking about anything other than the shoot and he held my hand tightly to keep me distracted which he is very good at. Once we arrived the crew all came outside to greet us and Pedri got out the car first to say hi before opening my door for me and introducing me to everyone. My anxiety faded quite quickly as everyone was so lovely and they were more interested in Pedri which meant I was able to just blend into the background and take some time to calm down. We all went inside and Pedri got his hair done while someone else explained everything they would be doing which started off with a live stream and then they wanted him to film some TikToks which I just know Pedri will hate.

"Amor do you want to be on camera?" Pedri asked

Our relationship is semi public so people know we are together but we don't often post with each other only on special occasions. Most pictures of us together are taken by other people as I don't like to put myself out there too much as I only ever get hate anyway. So being part of a live stream isn't really up my alley but I don't mind if I'm seen in the background.

"I would prefer to not be but I don't mind being seen in the background" I said

"Thats ok we can keep you out of shot" one of the men there said

"Thank you" I said

Once Pedri was ready they got everything up and started the live stream so I sat out of the shot but somewhere were I could still see what was going on. Things started off simply as they got Pedri to play some fifa which he does a lot at home so that made him more relaxed and I could tell he was starting to really enjoy himself. Whenever he scored he looked over in my direction to see my reaction like he does when we are at home so I gave him a big smile which he returned. After the game they made him do karaoke which even I've never seen before as he refuses every time we go out, it was so hard not to laugh at him but I held back my laughter as not to disrupt anything.

The next thing on the list was a Q&A but most of the questions were things I've heard him answer a million times so I kind of lost focus and started paying attention to other things. As I was doing so I noticed the girl that's part of the team getting rather close to Pedri. I'm used to seeing things like this as fans quite often get close to Pedri or other girls when we go out places but they never go too far so it doesn't really bother me. This girl however was already getting on my nerves as she was constantly staring at him like not taking her eyes off of him. She was also sat really close to Pedri and I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable with her so close but she didn't take the hint, if anything she got closer to him.

Now that I've noticed it I have found myself constantly looking and getting more annoyed by the second. The girl then touched his hand which he instantly moved out the way but I could feel the jealousy and anger coursing through my veins. I'm not one for confrontation in fact I would usually do anything to avoid it but this girl was really getting on my nerves. She was touching my man right in front of my face without a care in the world which is driving me insane. I know Pedri would never even entertain this on any normal day but today he can't do anything without looking like an asshole in front of thousands of fans on the livestream which is so unfair as this girl is definitely taking advantage of that. If it were possible there would definitely be steam coming out of my ears but it's not so instead I can feel my cheeks heating up in anger.

Eventually after what felt like hours of torture the livestream ended and Pedri was finally able to escape that girl and come over to where I was sat. He sat next to me and put his arm loosely around my waist which made me feel a whole lot better. As much as I hate what this girl is doing Pedri has done nothing wrong and I need to remember that he loves me not this other girl. Having him by my side made me feel so much better as all of his attention was on me and not on that other girl and he was telling me how he is actually willing to do karaoke with me now. We were having a good time and he was just about to kiss me when the girl came over and rudely interrupted by telling Pedri that they had to get back to filming now. He whispered that he was sorry and the look in his eyes told me that he felt bad but it didn't stop the anger building up in me again.

She dragged him away from me and outside so I had to follow behind and find somewhere to sit but everywhere I went to sit she made someone move to get in my way. In the end I gave up and just sat on my phone but I made sure to keep an eye on what was going on as I'm no fool so I'm not taking my eyes off that girl. Having my eyes on her made absolutely no difference as she was getting more and more touchy by the second. Instead of just asking Pedri to move to where he was needed she put her hands on his chest and I swear I saw her drag her hand down his abs but that could just be the jealousy taking over.

The longer I was sat there watching the more I felt like I had to do something. My last boyfriend cheated on me because I was too soft and I just let him go out with all these girls because I trusted him but I'm not going to let that happen again. I trust Pedri I really do but I'm not going let some girl take advantage of that he's my boyfriend and she needs to be respectful of that and leave him alone. As they were filming I was thinking about all the outrageous things I could do to put this girl in her place most of which were absolutely crazy and would probably get me arrested and definitely ruin Pedri's reputation but then I thought of a great idea that wasn't too much but got my message across.

As if the world was reading my mind they stopped filming to take a quick break, I didn't need telling twice so I put my plan into action. I got myself up and wandered over to Pedri with a level of sass I don't think I've ever reached before in my life but it felt great. I walked straight over to Pedri and put my hand on his chest as I stood in front of him which took him by surprise as I don't think I've ever acted like this in my life let alone around him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the girl was staring at the both of us so I put the rest of my plan into action and got on my toes to kiss Pedri. He was still in shock so I was able to kiss him more passionately which helped me release some of the anger I was feeling and it was definitely annoying the girl which is a huge bonus.

After I pulled away Pedri smiled at me and pressed another kiss to my lips before the girl said they were going to start filming again so I walked away and went back to my position on the outside chair. As I sat down my rush of adrenaline dissipated and along with it went all the extra confidence I had just gathered leaving me feeling awful about what I just did. I'm really not one to do something like that and I'm not really sure why I did it, I mean it's not like Pedri was paying any attention to this girl and we won't ever see her again so it doesn't matter if she was touchy or not. Guilt flowed through my body as I realised that in the heat of the moment I made a stupid decision that probably doesn't paint me in the best light if someone were to tell the story without my side. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion and I can't believe I let myself get carried away with it Pedri probably thinks I'm some psycho now as he's never seen me act in such a way in the whole time we've known each other.

For the rest of the shoot I just sat quietly letting my thoughts take over so when it was finally time for us to leave I politely thanked all the crew and said goodbye before getting out of there as quickly as humanly possible. I was silent on the drive home too as I was still feeling bad about overreacting like that and trying to think of what I could say to Pedri to apologise for embarrassing him in front of a brand he works with. When we arrived home I went straight inside to start making dinner as I feel like I need to do something nice for Pedri to help him forgive me for acting like a crazy woman.

"Amor is everything ok?" Pedri asked

"Yeah everything's fine" I replied bluntly

"Come on I know somethings up you were so quiet on the drive home, if it's that girl I promise I would've done more to push her away if I could but I only love you you know that right" he said

"It's not that I feel awful for acting the way I did" I admitted

"What do you mean?" He asked

"The way I kissed you just to get her to back off I shouldn't have done that because it just makes you look bad but I just got so carried away with my jealousy that I couldn't stop myself I'm sorry" I said

"There's no need to be sorry baby you didn't do anything wrong you just kissed me which you're allowed to do plus I thought it was hot the way you wanted to show her I'm yours" he said

"Really you didn't think it was too much" I questioned

"No I loved it you're so hot when you get jealous plus that kiss was amazing 10/10 I might have to make you jealous again so you'll kiss me like that" he joked

"Please don't do that I can kiss you like that without being jealous" I said

"Well go on then" he smirked

#pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagines #pedri imagine #pedri #pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri x reader

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shootingstarwritings · 1 year ago

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"Hey bro, how does a crew battle work...?"

Hey, it's me again! The name's James. Last time we checked up like this, I hopped my roommate's body so he'd get better at fighting games. His name's Korrin, but he prefers Kor.

I gotta admit, these powers were a pretty sweet deal. He suddenly had a brand new genre to enjoy and I got to play with his body every once in a while. Seemed like a win-win, right?

Well, we got caught up talking just a bit too much shit during one of the weeklies. Think I ended up messing with my roommate's personality a bit too much while I was jerking off as him. He was far cockier than before I started taking over.

"Yeah, that's right. $500 crew battle," said Kor, flexing his muscles through the tight t-shirt I had mind-fucked him into preferring to wear. "Me and James could beat the shit outta everyone in this venue. Easy."

I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, saying, "Chill the hell out before you spend all our rent money," through clenched teeth. In response, he leaned over and gave me a deep kiss before talking more shit.

We didn't have to play everyone in the venue, but now we were stuck in a 4v4 crew battle; and Kor had successfully pissed off just about everyone who was a regular. We had two weeks to find two other guys to fill out our team or we'd be going hungry for the next month.

The ride home was quiet, although Kor didn’t seem to mind. He stared straight ahead, one hand on the steering wheel while another was on my thigh. Occasionally, he would squeeze while smiling at me. The way his eyes lit up whenever we were together dazzled me. I couldn’t stay mad at him, especially when it was my fault he was the way he was.

"Aww, don’tcha worry," said Kor as he massaged my shoulders, another trait I had bestowed him. My bed was a bit small for the two of us, and Kor had often wondered out loud if we could fit a queen sized bed in my room. “I’m sure we’ll find some guys. Even if they’re dead weight, you and me can wipe the floor with everyone there.” Before I could say anything, he leaned over and kiss my neck. I shivered, toes curling as he greedily licked one of my more sensitive spots.

After I let out a few… unbecoming moans, Kor pulled away and tittered. “Love making you cry out like that,” he said in a sensual tone. “Well, good night. Gotta get to the gym early tomorrow.”

As the door to his room shut close, I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. I had a few other friends that liked games, but they had no interested in fighting games like me. Of course, that had never stopped me before…

Two weeks should be enough time to make two pros, right?

The first guy on my list was Jason. He was a buddy of mine that I met in college. Smart, kind, and eager to show off the gains he'd made at the gym. "I spent three years to get this bod," he had bragged to me, showing off his toned and sweaty torso. Even so, he still enjoyed playing games, particularly RPGs. He was always throwing one my way or another--with tons of fan translations and cryptic guides as well.

I'd have to play one of them to completion one of these days to thank him for the service he was about to provide.

The night after Kor made his bet, I made my move. I locked my door and focused on flying. My body slowly lost its weight, density, and then mass in general. Skin peeled away and disappeared into dust, waiting for the chance to reform once my mission was complete. Organs twisted into neat little knots that blinked out of existence. My bones ground up against each other before vanishing.

It was only during those few precious moments that my soul was free. I sailed through the sky, unable to feel the wind on my face yet elated all the same. The moon was so close to my fingertips that it felt unfair that I couldn't grasp it. However, I knew exactly what I could grip instead.

I phased through Jason's apartment with little issue and found himself soon afterward. He was playing a battle simulator without a shirt on. "It's about a 73% to one-hit KO," he muttered to himself as he clicked through an innumerable amount of tabs. I knew for a fact some of them were months old and untouched for just as long.

Probably another habit I’d have to kick, but it was hard to focus on that when I kept focusing on that tight body he had. I would’ve licked my lips of I had any in that form. Not wanting to waste any more time, I hopped into him.

“Hnng…! Ahhh…hah…!” Jason let out a moan, tongue sticking out involuntarily as a shiver of pleasure ran all throughout his body. “Wh-what the fuck—is happening—“ Jason moaned as he turned around and began to hump his seat cushions. “AH! NRGH AAAAAHHHH!” Any words Jason would’ve tried to cry out were soon overpowered by panicked pants of pleasure. His hands, which would’ve normally reached for his phone to call for help, could only play with his chest and sensitive nipples.

My will overpowered his own, but Jason didn’t seem to mind. He kicked off his shoes, socked toes curling up in pleasure, and rubbed his trembling body all over the coach. “I-I…! K-Keep go—OOAHH—Keep going!” He said, panting and laughing the whole time. His back arched once more as he let out a strangled scream while his erect cock spewed semen all over his shorts. Jason, mind drowning in a hurricane of euphoria curtesy of me, collapsed covered in a sweaty, semen-covered mess.

Eventually, I opened my new eyes and felt my chiseled body. “Mmm, oh Jason. Let’s get your hand-eye coordination to my level.” As I began to strip so I could play in the nude, I saw angry DMs from Jason’s opponent.

Smirking, I walked over to the laptop and messaged him back. “Sorry bro, too busy playing games and fucking bussy to play with a pussy like you. GG you win, loser.”

I laughed as I got another stream of profanities from Jason’s old opponent, but I didn’t care. I was covered in sweat, smelling like a real man, while I was playing my favorite game.

Once Jason was done and truly mind-fucked, I had one more person I needed to visit.

#male possession #male body possession #ghost possession #spirit possession #astral projection possession

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strangerquinns · 1 year ago

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Deadly Reunion| Chapter 15

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count: 2.6k+

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You let out a curse as you felt the needle thread through your skin again, with Gareth behind you whispering a soft apology. The pain was becoming less and less with each pull of the thread through your skin. It was like your brain was slowly turning off more and more with each passing second.

“I’m almost done,” Gareth spoke with a sigh, the clatter of his instruments against the metal table before the burning sting returned to your shoulder. “You’re lucky that bullet was a through and through or else this would be an entirely different story.”

“I’ll make sure to send a thank you card,” You spoke through gritted teeth, your knuckles turning white from the grip you held on to the edge of the table.

“Your sarcasm is still there, so guess that’s a good sign,” Gareth chuckled softly before finishing off the stitches.

He tied off the thread before grabbing gauze and bandage and carefully covering the wound on either side. Your body sagged even more as he cleaned up. Gareth couldn’t help but shoot a few glances of worry at you, seeing the fatigued look all over your face.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Gareth asked softly, his eyes filled with concern as he looked up at you.

“I’ll be fine,” You nodded your head, not sure if you were trying to convince your friend more or yourself.

“I can walk you back to your room. Fear Eddie will be a while, usually, a debriefing can take…well…”

Soon after Eddie had brought you to the hospital wing, someone had come down to take him away for a debriefing. A part of you wasn’t surprised since Nancy didn’t come back with the rest of you. Karen Wheeler’s screams still echoed through your mind. You weren’t sure if that sound was going to leave your memory any time soon.

“I-I…do you think Eddie would care if I stayed with him?”

Gareth couldn’t ignore how you seemed to turn in on yourself as you sheepishly looked at him.

“I think he’d prefer it, honestly.” Gareth sighed softly. “I’ll walk you back, and I’ll stay with you till he comes home.”

“You don’t have to…”

Gareth spoke your name softly, but firmly, cutting you off. “I want to. Ok? You’re my friend and I wanna make sure that you’re ok.”

You nodded your head and turned your gaze away from him, looking down toward your lap. As you heard Gareth move around the small area cleaning up as you sat there in silence. As your eyes stayed focused on your lap, you began to notice how dirty they’d gotten. Covered in a mix of blood and mud from the travels.

The moment Gareth was done cleaning up, he gently led you out of the hospital wing and toward the back of the camp. As you walked through you quickly noticed and felt the somber feeling that seemed to fall over the small community. It was mostly cast in darkness with small flashes and glimmers of candlelight in the windows or a small cluster grouped together. You didn’t miss the sound of tears as you passed by, and the feeling of guilt returned.

“I’m guessing you and Eddie are good now. Not pissed at him anymore?” Gareth asked, looking back over his shoulder at you for a moment.

“Yeah, we’re good.” You spoke, “We have some more talking to do, but…I understand, I guess.”

“Good. Couldn’t stand his moping around anymore.” Gareth smirked, causing you to laugh lightly.

The two of you came upon Eddie’s trailer tucked along the back of the camp with a few others. Gareth walked in first and flicked on the light bringing the small space to life. The lighting held a soft yellow glow around the room. A small couch was pressed against the back wall, tucked beneath a window that had a faded floral pattern curtain. An older tv was on the other side with a stack of vinyls and CDs sitting within a milk crate. An old worn two-chair table sat beside the small kitchenette with a two-burner stove, fridge, and small counter space.

As you looked around you couldn’t help but feel reminiscent of the trailer Eddie lived in with his uncle back when you were all in high school. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when you saw the faded Garfield mug sitting in the sink.

“His bedroom is in the back, it’s crammed as hell, but I’m sure he won’t care if you make yourself home,” Gareth said.

“I feel like I’ve stepped back in time.” You laugh lightly.

“Wait till you see his room. Nearly like a time capsule.” Gareth smiled. “Uh, the bathroom is the door to the left, sure you would wanna clean up. Though it’s gonna be a cold shower.”

“Any kind of shower sounds good right now.” You mumbled, moving past Gareth and down the small hallway.

In a few short steps you were at his bedroom door, you hesitated for a moment before pushing it open. A bed was pressed into the corner with the sheets disheveled and pillows thrown at the top of the bed. The wood paneling was covered with posters, most faded, but still able to make out the band and movie names. The one that made you smile the most was the Corroded Coffin handmade banner. You walked along the small space left to walk and saw the many trinkets and clutter that covered the top of his dresser. Noticing the ashtray with a few stubbed-out butts, comic books stacked in with magazines, and a small container holding cassettes with a Walkman beside it.

“Some things never change,” You whispered as your eyes landed on the warn-down, dog-eared copy of the Hobbit.

You knew that you were the last to have that book. Knowing there was truth behind Eddie’s story of going back to your home. Opening up his dresser, you grabbed an old tshirt and a pair of sweatpants before moving back out and toward the bathroom. When you stepped out of Eddie’s room, you noticed that Gareth was no longer in the trailer. Moving toward the window you saw him sitting outside near the fire pit.

You stripped down and out of your soiled clothes and turned on the shower. You made sure to be careful of the wrapping on your back, as you washed with Eddie’s body wash. The cold water causes your skin to break out in goosebumps. Once you began to shake from the old, you turned off the water and quickly dried off. You felt more comfortable and relaxed once you were clean and in warm clothes.

“Where is she?” You heard, recognizing Eddie’s voice, outside the trailer.

You froze for a moment at the sound of his voice causing you to hesitate for a moment.

“Inside, cleaning up,” Gareth answered, his voice now sounding heavy with sadness. “How was the debrief?”

There was a moment of silence. Some of you felt bad sitting there and eavesdropping on their conversation, but a bigger part of you couldn’t help yourself.

“Karen Wheeler is torn up, as expected. Steve had to recount everything Robin told him along with everything else that happened.” Eddie sighed heavily, “Chief is sending a group back for her tomorrow…if she’s still there.”

Gareth groaned and shook his head. You pulled away from the small window and stepped back to Eddie’s bedroom causing their voices to fade into background noise. You slowly moved to crawl up Eddie’s bed till your body fell and sank slightly into the soft mattress. Instantly you were surrounded by the musky warm scent that could only be Eddie. A mix of his body wash and cigarettes. You nuzzled your face into the pillows and sighed softly as you felt your body slowly slipping into the safety of unconsciousness.

But that was soon interrupted when you felt the bed dip from beside you. You opened your eyes slowly and were welcomed by Eddie’s forlorn face. His brows pulled together tightly with a deep upset that caused his eyes to lose the sparkle you loved dearly. Eddie reached down and caressed your cheek slowly, his calloused fingers moving along your smooth skin. You reached up and placed your hand over his and held it there, leaning into his touch as you closed your eyes again.

“You ok, sweetheart?” Eddie spoke softly.

You didn’t open your eyes as you shook your head, your grip tightening on his hand. A soft whimper left your lips as Eddie pulled his hand from your face. But when you opened your eyes, ready to protest the loss of his touch, you watched as he stripped out of his clothes. His leather jacket fell to the floor along with his boots, jeans, and flannel. The black and white barbwire and skull bandana are lost to the chaos on the floor. You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes moved down along his body.

No longer was he the slender boy you’d known in high school. Over the years his body became stronger, and it showed. Along with the decoration of more tattoos and scars. Eddie looked at you and saw your eyes and couldn’t stop the blush that covered his cheeks. A bashful look took over his features as he moved back toward the bed.

“Sorry,” You whispered, sheepishly looking away with a small smirk.

Eddie shook his head as he moved onto the bed beside you, slowly moving to press you against the wall to sandwich you. His long legs tangled with yours quickly as he pulled you into his warm body. Your head settles onto his chest and his arm wrapped around you.

“You can look all you want, sweetheart,” Eddie spoke softly, the deep rumble of his voice echoing against his chest.

Now it was your turn to blush as you turned your face into his chest more. Eddie could feel your small smile against his chest as you lay against him, causing him to do the same. Soon the two of you fell into a silence that was comfortable. The sounds of the world outside around you both slowly become the soundtrack to your night. The crackle of the fire Gareth had started earlier. A conversation too far away to hear words but heard the grumbles and tones of voices.

“I’m sorry if I’m…invading your home. I-I can leave in the morning.”

“No,” Eddie spoke firmly, the random pattern drawing on your back stopping, and his fingers gripping tightly to the shirt you were wearing. “Stay. I like having you here, physically feeling that you’re here with me and alive. I would’ve come for you if you hadn’t come here.”

“How is Robin?” You asked after a long moment of silence. The lull of Eddie’s fingers moving along your back continues.

“She’s with Steve. I-I don’t really know how she’s doing.” Eddie spoke.

Now you were even more grateful to be with Eddie. You didn’t wanna be left alone, especially with your thoughts at the moment, scared of how dark and deep they’d take you if you didn’t have Eddie.

“I don’t know what I would have done if it was you,” Eddie spoke, moving the two of you so he was laying beside you face to face, the two of you nearly lying face to face.

“Don’t go there,” You speak quickly, reaching to push back the dark curls away from his face. “Don’t think about it.”

Eddie frowns slightly, “I can’t help it. I heard it…the gunshot. I heard it followed by Robin’s screams and for a moment…for a second I-I had to think…” He shook his head and sighed heavily.

Eddie moved to nuzzle into your neck and relaxed his body into his arms. You rested your head on top of his, the two of you falling asleep like that.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the loss of warmth. Your hand reached out and caressed over the cool and empty sheets where Eddie was laying. A small groan left your lips as your body ached and stretched as you slowly rose from the rumbled sheets of Eddie’s bed. Your feet shuffled down the carpeted hallway. You came around and around the corner to find the rest of the trailer empty. A deep frown was set against your lips before you moved toward the front door. The moment the door opened you saw Eddie sitting at the small picnic table that was right outside his trailer. It was tucked beneath the awning that stretched out the side of the trailer.

“Morning,” He smiled slightly, his eyes trained on you as you stepped down the three steps and toward him.

A small, breathy laugh sounded from you as you looked down to see what was sitting on the table in front of him. Worn, old, and faded copies of Dungeons and Dragons books. A notebook opened up in front of him with writings and drawings along the paper.

“You’re still playing?” You asked, squeezing yourself in beside him.

“Of course,” Eddie spoke a slight offense in his tone, reaching for the cigarette that was resting in the nook of his ashtray. He brought it to his lips and took a long pull, before flicking off the ash and resting it back. “We actually have quite a few that play with us when we can.”

“Still called Hellfire Club?” You asked with a small teasing smirk.

“I can see that you’re teasing me, and I won’t entertain it,” Eddie spoke turning back to his notebook.

“I’m not making fun of you.” You spoke and moved to rest against him looking down and reading over his campaign. “I think it’s sweet that you’re still doing Hellfire. Nice to see that being a rockstar didn’t change you.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call myself a rockstar,” Eddie muttered. “Album didn’t even get released. World decided to end instead.”

“You know what I mean,” You mumbled.

The comfortable silence from the night before returned quickly between the two of you. The rest of the camp slowly began to wake as others emerged from their homes and started their day. In the distance, you heard the small calling of some of the animals that were kept within the grounds. The neighbor in the trailer beside Eddie’s stepped out of the front door. She paused for a moment when she noticed the two of you sitting at the small table.

“Morning Greta,” Eddie spoke with a smile and waved toward the older woman.

“Morning Edward,” She nodded her head toward him, her face lighting up slightly before she turned to continue on her way.

“Edward?” You stifled a laugh, “I remember when you used to bite Wayne, or anyone else’s for that matter, head off whenever they called you your full name,”

“Greta is an exception.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders “She bakes me cookies.”

You laughed again before leaning over and kissing his cheek softly. Eddie turned toward you for a moment, before reaching to pull you closer to him, before pressing his lips lightly to yours. You moaned softly and seemed to melt into him as his lips pressed against yours. Eddie pressed back and pressed his forehead against yours and relaxed more into you.

Neither of you said anything, you didn’t have to.

At that moment, the comfortable silence between you said more than any words you could think of.

Hope you all enjoyed it! Please leave any comments, thoughts, or anything I really do enjoy seeing them from your guys. Wanted this chapter to be more of a filler and a little softer, especially after the tragedy that happened (rip nancy)

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chaosverseline · 1 year ago

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Imu sama as monkey d luffy great grandmother

I had a crazy idea

It a mixture of a lot of one piece theories regarding luffy’s family.

First off , Instead of imu sama being luffy’s mom.I am making imu sama as luffy’s great grand “mother”.

Why?

Because here is how it works,

Imu sama is the immortal ruler of the world government (pronouns are them and they. despite this they prefer female fashion),But secretly yearns for freedom , but can’t because of the responsibility of running the government.

Quoting from a Reddit post, “To make it simple: Imu ……..related to ya boi Joy Boi and because she is a a ruler she Needs to act like one in front of everyone….”

Imu sama may not be able to experience “full freedom”. however ,when they did have free time ,they would traveled around the world and go sightseeing in a disguise.

During this they met a young man named……….

……..xebec d rocks.

Yes that rocks.

But during this time ,rocks isn’t a pirate yet.

Or maybe he was just starting out .

What happens between imu and rocks was what started out as a friendship ,Then to lovers and yeah they banged.

Resulting a adorable baby girl ,The princess of Mary geoise. For now, we call her “Yriaf” for simplicity sake.

After Yriaf birth, rocks loves his daughter but still left to continue his pirate career.Which made imu bitter and harbor a grudge against pirates.

Imu and xebec broke up and went on to their separate ways,Imu takes Yriaf with them,But allows xebec to call from den den mushi ,writes letters and sent presents to their daughter ,Using a cipher pol agent (who swore secrecy )to deliver the mail.

Yriaf grew up to be a kind and benevolent woman despite being the princess of Mary geoise. She disliked the attitude of the celestial dragons and slavery. She treats people like her equal and tries her best to free the slaves and help treat/heal/nurse the injure/sick ones until they are healthy to go home or stay with her (she would pay them with wages)if they don’t have a place to stay.Sadly, she was banned from buying more than six slaves per month by imu sama

Imu sama didn’t do this to be cruel,They are worried about Yriaf getting the wrong people’s suspicions. Imu sama honesty didn’t like the whole slavery system ,But the majority of the world nobles wanted this and imu have to go along. otherwise imu will become unpopular and risk getting deposed or worse case scenario,Getting Killed.

As much power imu has,Imu can’t protect Yriaf if all the world nobles voices their disapproval (Kinda like Garp’s situation ).

because of this ,Imu is strict with their daughter.Eventually Yriaf ran off to her father’s ship to get some fresh air from the royalty business. There she met her father’s crew and develop a relationship with one of the crew mates. Rocks is fine with it,after a long shovel talk.

Imu sama,However…… is a total different story.

Imu straight up disapproves.

But there is nothing imu can do, Other than sending cipher pol assassins to watch but not kill the crew mate who caught their sweet daughter’s eyes.

Yraif marries the crew mate,Whose name is Edward Newgate,Yes that Newgate.

Their child would eventually be known as crocodile.

Yes that crocodile.

Then imu noticed changes in rocks as the years goes by,How by each passing year,Xebec getting even more crueler and unhinged, starting to have bloodthirsty ambitions thanks to his devil fruit that messed up his brain, until imu can no longer recognized the man they had used to loved.

For now,Xebec’s sanity is barely keeping together thanks to his paternal love for their daughter .But imu is not taking any chances if one day xebec snaps and cause irreversible harm to his own crew and potentially to imu’s family. Besides,Imu is still mad about xebec choosing career over them and the lack of child support other than toy stuff animals and unhealthy snacks. Yes ,imu can be petty like that.

So imu hires a hit on xebec, saying xebec is a terrorist threat and a crazy manic. Then sends a message to the elders to inform the world government of this dangerous individual.

Battle of god valley happens and imu takes back Yriaf. Gives her a decision to either take crocodile and never met up with Edward again or hand the custody of crocodile to Edward and forbids yriaf from meeting them again, save for one day per 5 years. Imu allows for calling via den den mushi for during the whole time but that’s it .

The princess chose the 2nd option and tearfully waved good bye to her love and child.

Years pass, crocodile left the white beard pirate crew and joins the revolutionary. Also get knocked up by monkey d dragon.

When Imu founds out , they are not pleased , But At least they gotten a great grand child out of it.

His name is ……

Monkey d luffy.

Pure Chaos.

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sinisterexaggerator · 1 year ago

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Can you please write more Hondo?

Finish what you start

Hondo Ohnaka x Fem! Reader

Summary: Hondo Ohnaka catches you pleasuring yourself in his absence.

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: Masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pining, blowjobs.

Notes: I wrote a fanfic like this for Shriv Suurgav and decided I wanted to try the same scenario for Hondo. Cad Bane may be next! Let's make it a series! ;D Shoutout to @allsystemsblue and @downrightembarassing for cheering me on and letting me bounce ideas off them - we all agree Hondo smells fabulous and practices good hygiene.

*This will probably be the last time I can post a fic before moving, but I have another Hondo one shot in the works - stay tuned! ;D

P.S.: I POSTED THIS FROM BATUU (Yes, I waited. I’m literally in line for Smuggler’s Run this very minute and they are talking about Hondo on the comm. 😭😭)

For once, you were bored. Florrum was all fun and games until the ringmaster of this circus abandoned his big top - Hondo Ohnaka had left you stranded by your lonesome in his lair with some dozen Weequay whose names you could not recall. You wandered its dingy corridors, dined on its sumptuous and delicious foods, drank of its rare and expensive beverages, and even sampled the more local fare – the green ooze known as “pirate’s brew” was an acquired taste and your palate preferred lush, full-bodied wine. Luckily for you, there was plenty to go around and then some, yet Ohnaka’s men did not seem all too pleased that you were there.

However, this did not bother you, going so far as to stick your tongue out in disrespect to one burly pirate who would not stop giving you the stink-eye. You were immune, as Hondo had long ago instructed them to give you anything your heart desired, one additional rule being that no harm should come to you as long as you resided within these halls.

Still, that did not mean it was their job to entertain you – that was Hondo’s area of expertise – and currently your jester king had decided it was best to leave you in the dark on his present whereabouts.

No doubt his exploits were dangerous and full of thrills. You were a mite jealous, wondering if one day he might take you along, or, if on another day he might simply tire of you. He was a fickle lord, and you were his lady - at least for now, and you were well aware your good fortune might come to a hasty end.

But, in that moment, you found yourself to be missing him. Hondo had been gone two days already and no other being on this dust ball of a planet wanted to give you the time of day.

After imbibing more than your fair share of drink for the evening, you retreated to your quarters – Hondo’s quarters – desiring nothing more than to be held tightly in his arms. You sighed deeply, knowing that you were not to get your way.

As your inebriation caught up to you, you sashayed forward, though the scourge of the galaxy was not here to watch you sway your hips. You fell face first onto the bed for the sake of playing into your own imaginary holodrama; you guessed you must appear to his crew like a forsaken hound waiting for its master to return.

Oh, but that is when you caught his scent, the Weequay’s sweet-smelling pheromones mingling with his cologne. The man was a fop for lack of a better word, his personal hygiene at the top of his priorities list. You were thankful for it; he smelled like dreams made of candy, dark undertones of something more sultry and seductive comingling together with sugar and spice, though you could never put your finger on what exactly it was he liked to wear.

You took a deep inhalation, burying your nose in the blankets and sheets beneath you as you let a dejected noise escape, wishing so badly that it was his crimson coat beneath your groping hands and not his ornate coverlet. Still, even in his absence, his heavenly aroma had roused within you a sleeping giant, one that demanded to be attended to – a sudden, all-encompassing lust that you were afraid would not be quieted lest you do something to ward it off.

But you could not pry yourself free of your plush prison, doomed by the provocative fragrance that had already flooded your nostrils. You flipped your body over to stare at the ceiling, all thoughts replaced by your truant pirate king. His toothy golden smile, the butter smooth intonations of his voice – it was the auditory equivalent of velvet, those sweet nothings he whispered in your ear enough to set your loins on fire.

Just thinking about it had already prompted your body to react as if preparing itself for the man’s admittance. You groaned at your desperation for him, somewhere between annoyed at yourself and in dire need of his patented affections. Instead, you took to hiking up your skirt, your own fingers sliding beneath the hem of your panties - you were honestly surprised with how wet you already were.

You cursed his name as your writhed gently atop his luxurious bed, not bothering to even lock the door, though you were sure no one would dare disturb you - not that they cared to, anyway; you were positive the rest of Hondo’s men preferred it when you kept to yourself.

You gently massaged your clit, taking your time with yourself, mind focused on the idea of Hondo mounting you, his cock so unbelievably flawless you wished he was there to ram it inside you. He would do anything you asked; he would give it to you any way you might be keen to try, for Ohnaka was not one to skimp on lovemaking as he liked to call it.

You giggled to yourself before it turned into a moan; you were so entranced with your daydreaming that you did not hear the door slide open or the act of your beloved sitting himself down in a chair that was located just adjacent to the bed. Had you noticed, you would have seen the grin etched onto his striated face, Hondo settling in by way of a leg tossed casually over one of the chair’s two arms.

With eyes closed, you bit into your lip, turning your head in your self-sought pleasure to make yourself more comfortable. As you opened them once more you gasped, though you made no other sudden movements, having been caught red-handed by the scoundrel as he carefully scrutinized you with slanted, stormy greys.

“Please, continue,” he stated nonchalantly, though his mood was difficult to determine by his tone.

With your mouth open in shock, you simply stared at him; that was his cue to lean ever so slightly forward, Hondo’s eyes gleaming from beneath rectangular cuts of transparisteel as the grin he wore coiled into something a tad more lascivious.

“What are you tinking about?” he questioned, quickly followed by another query. “Es et me?” Then, he answered himself on the next beat, even as you continued to gaze straight through his goggles into slatey irises. “Of course et es.”

You moved to rise, barely lifting your neck before Hondo interjected a command: “Ap-ap-ap! Stay right dere, my dear. You must finish what you started.”

You gave him your best pout, but he was not convinced to interfere, motioning with a dismissive wave of one hand for you to proceed with touching yourself as he stayed seated before you. Observing that you chose to remain immobile, he had an idea.

“Let me add some reality tu dis fantasy of yours,” he quipped, rising to turn on some music that he favored.

The man began to dance, removing his signature coat one sleeve at a time for it to be tossed haphazardly onto the back of his chair. It was obvious he was making a show of it, putting no real effort into the act of being seductive, though his hands traveled the expanse of his own torso, waist, and hips before he sillily flipped his braids over the edges of his shoulders.

You couldn’t help but to laugh as you kept laying there, Hondo halting his performance abruptly to press a hand to the center of his chest. He scoffed, asking you something in a tone indicative of offense, yet you were sure he was only kidding: “You dare laugh at me? Am I not sexy tu you?”

Your giggling paused, Hondo walking away from you and back toward the seat he had vacated earlier. “Den you entertain me,” he said with finality.

Your lips trembled; he was always so hard to read, the pirate’s true nature still a mystery to you. Presently, you kept your gaze trained on the man as you cried a pathetic sound of longing. He was not impressed, that one leg kicking itself back up as he idly stroked the frills along his jowls.

“Come, my love,” he encouraged you with a sudden change in his disposition, his somewhat confusing demeanor melting away as it was replaced with something softer and more genteel. “Touch yourself for Hondo.”

That was all it took, at once your body’s arousal rekindling as you began to fondle the little nub between your legs.

“Yes, yes, just like dat, little one,” he complimented, his words urging you to refocus your attention.

He watched you for a time, Hondo’s own carnality easily being activated by the study of just how you chose to caress your little cluster of nerve-endings; they were housed between flower petals of flesh and blood, the pirate beginning to feel a twitch down below his beltline.

“Now, imagine my fingers gently exploring de curve of your waist, de … soft tissue of your breasts, hm? Maybe my tongue would like tu explore as well, ah?” he crooned, his voice low and licentious.

The pirate was deliberately working you, even as his own hand came to rest against the outside of his trousers. His cock jumped at the first sign of acknowledgement, as if just as greedy as the minx upon his bed to be stroked and coddled, which was not out of the realm of possibility.

You quivered on his lavish sheets, the fodder with which he was feeding your depravity effortlessly invading your mind’s eye. How you wished he would just shut up and actually touch you, yet you stopped yourself from voicing your sentiments out loud.

“Maybe et would like tu work at suckling dose exquisite tits,” he mused. “Or perhaps et would like tu very, very slowly invade your mouth for a most warm and wet kiss.” He punctuated the last word of his sentence just so, his statement having a questioning lilt, as if he were also curious what he might do should he allow himself access to your pleasing form.

“Hm, yes-” he started, his tone turning a shade darker, “-et might swirl and flitter with yours, plunging far, far down your throat, so deep dat you will never forget de feeling.”

His teasing sent shivers up your arms and down your legs, radiating outward from your core as you wriggled like a pinned insect among folds of deluxe bedding, your body aching for release.

You were so lost in his dirty talk that you failed to notice Hondo unbuckling his belt; it was emblazed with the symbol of his gang, though for now it lay slack to either side as he carefully unbuttoned his trousers to remove his cock from its cloth imprisonment.

“Ah, but remember, I will not be satisfied with just. one. taste,” Hondo reminded you, his long, ring-bedecked fingers beginning to caress the length of his prick as he settled more snugly in his seat.

“I would trade en lips above for lips below,” he whispered throatily, his words a deep rumbling in his chest. The pirate began seeking his own high, eyelids drifting to half-mast as he leisurely thumbed the head of his hardened cock.

Your teeth returned to tug at plump flesh as you ever so slightly quickened your pace, the increasing friction of your fingertips gliding vertically over your throbbing bud causing you to expel a pitiful mewl. You looked over to your king, at once whining your disapproval – you wanted to be the one handling his cock.

Still, the sight only aroused you further, but not as much as the next few utterances that passed beyond the witty thief’s gilded teeth.

“My tongue tracing de folds of your cunt - and ah - you are already so wet, aren’t you?” he asked, though he had not expected any sort of answer from you.

You gave him one anyway, breathing out an airy “yes” which he ignored, but a discerning eye could see the hint of a smirk smugly twitching at the corner of his thin-lipped mouth.

“Et sweeps across your slit, delving inside you. Maybe et tickles, but ah, et feels so good.” He placed his hand more succinctly around his girth, beginning to pump himself by way of an enclosed fist, Hondo deciding to take part in this daydream to the fullest extent.

“Mm, but I pay de most attention tu de little button dat resides at de tippy-tip-top. Dat es your favorite part,” he mused, the visual aid of him eating you out causing you to whine in yearning as you fretted all by your lonesome on his bed.

“I would flick-flick-flick your clit with de utmost precision and care,” he assured you, “lapping up every. bit. of pleasure you so graciously proffer me.” He hummed to himself for a moment, relishing the perfect speed at which he had taken to addressing his own needs.

“Den I would suck et between my lips, continuing tu dine on you as if you were a delicious meal I must consume. And my dear, you are,” he confirmed, as if there had ever been any doubt.

You moaned again as you were close to the brink, your constant rubbing in addition to Hondo’s narration of your masturbation session nearly having worked its magic. You kept your gaze trained on the man and his decidedly pretty dick, pining for it to be snug within your walls. It was as if the scoundrel read your mind, picking up his tale where your imagination had left off.

“Now dat you are so very ready for me, darling, I would take de plunge. Oh, and you take et, so, so well. Every inch es so satisfying, hm?” He subsequently snickered, peering at you from across the way with drowsy eyes.

“Your desire for me es practically palpable, little bird,” he announced despite it being obvious, yet your thoughts did not wander far from the imagery he had placed inside your head even as he playfully derided you.

Hondo picked up his tempo, palming the full breadth of his cock as he envisioned himself steeping his stout prick in and out of you, your depths warm and slippery with your excess.

You had sulkily frowned in agreement, your breath quickening as you approached the edge of your orgasm. Nearly there, your hips gently bucked beneath the soft fabric of your dress, your heart anxious for the pirate to stop narrating and start fucking you until you couldn’t walk straight.

Instead, you were left to your own devices, Hondo apparently close as well as his storytelling capabilities were dwindling, though he still had sense and wits enough about him to weave the next bit of his risqué yarn.

“So slow at first, just a steady en and out, like de ebb and flow of an ocean on some distant, watery planet.”

“Mmn, mhmm,” was all you had the capacity to say in return.

“I hit all de right angles, for I always do. And you know dis,” he confirmed. “Back and forth, deeper and longer strokes, all de while my deft fingers massage your pretty pearl.”

He beamed at you, his smile brighter than the highly charged particles dispelled at lightspeed off the backs of ion engines, though you were only half cognizant by now of your surroundings.

“And den,” he added simply, “you will cum for me.”

The low notes spoken in that deep baritone, the glint in his glacial grey eyes behind his ever present goggles – you unraveled at the seams as Hondo praised your obedience to his surprisingly well-timed command.

“What a good girl you are,” he concluded.

Delectable mewls escaped your lips in intervals, the air stored inside your lungs expelled in spurts along with them; your hips gyrated gingerly in place of their own volition as you rode the wave of pleasure to its end.

Hondo all the while studied you as he unabashedly continued to guide himself toward the finish line, using the beautiful visual before him to assist him in this process. Then, the Weequay hummed once more; it was a little melody you did not recognize and meant for no one but himself.

You relaxed for all but ten seconds, feeling your own body lose its tension as the breathing of your lover increased its rapidity and fervor; he was about to climax — you refused to let him, not without your aid — you would be damned if you didn’t have your way.

He had his, after all.

You sat up straight, gathering the edges of your skirt so as not to trip as you launched yourself theatrically forward. You tumbled purposefully onto your knees, though making an effort not to bruise yourself, the pirate’s askant eyes expanding before instantaneously contracting. Gold teeth were exposed as he eagerly watched you collect his cock, his upper lip curling outward to add a smidge of something villainous to his expression.

Oh, but it quickly faded from his handsome face as you imbibed his member to the base of its shaft, your tongue running semicircles around raised ribs before you puckered your cheeks to suck greedily to your heart’s content. You sighed languorously at the feeling of it brushing against the back of your throat, murmuring a happy sound as you knew he would not last long.

Hondo’s breath hitched in his lungs before he lifted one hand to fiddle with your hair, mind clouded with buzzing thoughts as he tried to get a handle on his speech.

“So eager,” he muttered, tenderly tracing the curve of your cheek with the back of his index finger. Thick quadriceps tightened, overall the Weequay’s muscles clenching before your mouth finally received the prize it sought.

Hondo’s body slowly unwound itself, decompressing with every pump of semen that shot to the back of your throat, lithe digits remaining to lovingly pet your locks as he gazed down into your eyes — you were staring up at him as you guzzled every last drop he had to give, your muscles working overtime to usher his ejaculate down into your belly for safekeeping.

“And so very thirsty,” he purred, dick still sporadically lurching as you drained him dry. He was not one to tap out, but you were capable of detecting when the man was spent. You skimmed the head of his cock with your tongue for good measure, licking up any that had managed to dribble down.

“You. are. magnificent,” Hondo extolled, failing at first to regain his equilibrium. However, he was not exactly in a hurry, more than willing to sit here a while longer than anticipated.

“You left me,” you puled, kissing the mushroom tip of his alien phallus before you laid it to rest against his spreadeagled thighs. You kissed those, too, fingers traveling over what felt like solid rock, pouting as the pirate gently lifted up both your hands to cradle between his own.

“And for good reason!” Hondo declared with renewed vigor, planting his lips against the center of your palm. Then, he released you, moving to adjust his genitals and to refasten his pants.

“Come, let me tell you a story over a proper drink-” he chuckled, “-see if we can curtail dat insatiable thirst of yours, my dear.”

You accepted his invitation, more than thrilled to keep him company, and, if you played your cards right, you were sure you could convince him for another round – drinks or otherwise.

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thenovelartist · 1 year ago

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Life After Destruction - Chapter 5 - Honkai: Star Rail

It took about three days for everything to fully sink in, but once they did, Dan Heng couldn’t deny he was very excited. If he’d been told as a child that he’d have a family one day, both a wife and child, there was no way he would have believed it. Yet here he was, married to a woman who was pregnant with a miracle baby.

While fully aware that a baby would mean a lot of work, little sleep, dealing with tantrums, and messes everywhere, he had already decided he would be thankful for it all. He’d grown up an outcast, one exiled from his homeworld due to the heavy sins of a past incarnation. It had been intended that he suffer in this life. How ironic to be rewarded so heavily instead.

He would still think that way even if he and Stelle had to relocate. The Astral Express crew had every right to decide it was in his and Stelle's best interest to settle down elsewhere. Even now, after thinking it over and discussing it with Stelle for days, Dan Heng could see the logic in that choice. But ultimately, neither he nor Stelle wanted to leave the place they called home, filled with the people they considered to be family.

“We’ve decided to stay,” Stelle informed the others at the breakfast table. “If you’re all still okay with that.”

“Yes!” March was the first to exclaim.

“Of course!” Himeko followed up with a beaming smile. “If that’s what you wish, then we’ll all make it work.”

“As long as you are confident in your choice, then we are happy to have you,” Welt agreed.

“We’ve given it a lot of thought,” Dan Heng started, “and have gone over every option. But ultimately, we both feel most at home here.”

Stelle nodded her agreement. “We figure that between the two of us, our kid would be up for the adventure being a Nameless entails.”

A new, fluttery warmth filled Dan Heng’s heart even thinking about their child, a recent development that he wasn’t upset about. It was exciting, after all, to think about what a future like that would hold. And the way he spotted Stelle run a hand over her abdomen with a gentle smile on her face told him she felt the same.

Welt chuckled. “That is entirely likely.”

“So!” March piped up, excitedly tapping the table with her fingers. “With that out of the way, I think it’s only fair that I be called Aunt March from now on!”

“Oh!” Himeko joined in, her eyes taking on an excited sparkle. “If so, then I do like the ring of ‘Aunt Himeko’.”

“Now, now, both of you,” Welt gently chided. “They should be the ones to decide that.”

While Welt was right, it took only a few seconds for Dan Heng to warm up to the idea. These were people he cared about, who he worked with day-in and day-out for years and considered the closest thing he’s ever had to a family. Knowing they were each willing to take on such a role for his child, to provide them with a family from the minute they came into this world instead of one Dan Heng had fought for, was once again a blessing.

“I don’t mind.”

Surprise flashed across Stelle’s expression, but an amused grin soon overtook it. “I can’t believe you beat me to the punch,” she muttered.

Dan Heng just returned the grin.

With a twinkle in her eye, Stelle turned back to the two women. “I think you both deserve it at this point.”

“Sweet!” March cried, doing a fist pump in the air.

Himeko, for her part, lightly clapped her hands together.

“So,” Stelle said, looking at Welt. “Do you want to be ‘Uncle Welt’?”

“I feel like he’s more of a grandpa,” March said.

Welt chuckled. “Either one would be fine by me.”

“Oh, come on,” Himeko said, “surely you have a preference.”

“Stelle and Dan Heng can choose for me,” he smoothly returned. “I would be honored with any title.”

After Welt so easily brushed off the topic, March picked up the conversation again, happily proclaiming how she would be the best aunt a kid had ever known. Himeko challenged her for a bit before relinquishing the title of ‘best aunt’ in favor of ‘second best aunt,’ if only to humor March. While Dan Heng would question just how reliable a guardian March would be, he did believe March would be a good aunt. She was, after all, a treasured member of his family.

Breakfast came to an end, and the question of Welt’s title still lingered in the back of Dan Heng’s mind, but not because he was still debating the answer. On the contrary, he had one.

Hence, Dan Heng found an opportunity to approach Welt privately.

“I apologize if you felt put on the spot at breakfast,” Dan Heng said.

“I don’t recall you joining the ‘great title debate’,” Welt lightly returned, his calm expression showing he held no grudge.

Dan Heng smirked. “True. The girls required no assistance in that endeavor.”

“They certainly didn’t,” Welt agreed. “That said, if you would prefer that I have one title over the other, I will gladly accept it.”

“If… you wouldn’t mind,” Dan Heng began, an awkward feeling twisting his gut into knots, “could my child call you Grandfather or some variation of that title? I didn’t talk this over with Stelle, so she might have a different opinion, but I respect you as my elder, hence…” Dan Heng glanced away, unsure of how to finish.

But Welt called his attention back by plopping a firm hand on Dan Heng’s shoulder. No words needed to be said to convey just how proud and honored Welt was. “Then I’m genuinely excited to meet my first grandchild. And I’m happy for you to get the chance to become a father.”

Dan Heng smiled, that knot in his gut only halfway unraveling. They didn’t untie all the way as Welt’s words, oddly enough, struck him once again with the revelation that he was going to be a father. And how overwhelmed and inept that ultimately made him feel. “Forgive me if I’m encroaching on the past, but it’s always struck me that... you know how to be a father.”

“I may have some experience in that area,” he confessed, a wistful edge to his voice. “Never blood-related and never a baby, so calling myself a ‘father’ might be a bit of a stretch. But I understand how parents feel a little too well.”

As someone who also didn’t like to bring up the past, Dan Heng was hesitant to ask for any elaboration on the subject, but wasn't seeking out answers and wisdom the benefit of having a respected elder? “Then… can I ask for your help if I have any questions?”

“About being a father?” Welt clarified.

Dan Heng simply nodded. “It’s… overwhelming. The amount of knowledge I didn’t think I’d ever need yet I suddenly do, and I have a feeling that even though I still have six months, that time is going to go too fast for me to learn everything I need to.”

At Dan Heng's rambling, Welt smiled. “I have a feeling you’ll be okay,” he gently encouraged. “You could have all the time in the world to do your research, yet it will all go out the window when faced with reality. Each child is different; you’ll figure it out as you go. And just as you think you understand them, they do something else to surprise you. You’ll stress over them more than you know you should, but you can’t help it. They’ll be happy… heh, no, more than happy to keep you on your toes, as though it's their very job to do so. But you gladly step up to the challenge because they become more precious to you than life itself.”

He sighed, turning back to Dan Heng after getting lost in his thoughts. “My advice is to not stress yourself out by overthinking it; it’s hard, but not in the ways you think. However, if you ever think you need advice, then I’m glad to offer whatever assistance I can. My door will always be open, for you and Stelle both.”

It was odd, the effect Welt’s words had on Dan Heng. On one hand, they were a comfort, bringing reassurance to the storm in his heart. On the other, they were so personal that Dan Heng worried he'd touched on a sore subject for Welt.

But just like every other time, Dan Heng refrained from asking. Instead, he simply patted Welt’s shoulder in return, offering silent condolences and reassurances all in one. “Thank you.”

Welt’s smile softened, the lines of age and hard experience on his face seeming to erase as he relaxed. “You’re welcome.”

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Just over four months in, Stelle would say she hit the first milestone of her pregnancy: her clothes were growing tight. Specifically, her waistband.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand, it meant she was beginning to show, just a little. It gave her a little thrill of excitement to be able to look sideways in the mirror and realize she could hold the beginnings of a little bump where her and Dan Heng’s baby was.

But on the other, it meant shopping was inevitable.

“And you don’t want to ask March or Himeko for help?” Dan Heng asked.

Stelle sighed. “I mean… yes and no. Yes because they are a help, but no because when it comes to clothes, those two are exhausting. But for once, those two aren’t the biggest problem here.”

Dan Heng was only puzzled for a second before realization dawned on him. “Lady Asta.”

Stelle ran her hands down her face tiredly. Yes, Lady Asta. AKA, the woman with no regard for money who just so happened to take a vacation and fly out to meet the Astral Express upon learning from March that Stelle was pregnant.

Don’t get her wrong; Stelle was glad to have such a good friend be so kind as to wish her congratulations in person. But Asta had already told Stelle in no uncertain terms that she’d gladly help acquire anything Stelle needed for the baby.

“You could just tell her ‘no’,” Dan Heng suggested. “Isn’t Arlan in control of her bank account anyway?”

“Normally, yes, but because Asta was leaving for vacation and traveling, Arlan returned the encryption key to her. And I know this because Arlan sent me a hundred and one text messages on top of a phone call warning me to not let her overspend on anything.”

Despite his sigh, Dan Heng couldn’t temper a smile. “So he put you in charge of Asta, then.”

“Yes,” she lamented. “So as much as I would like to go shopping now while we’re on a planet with a huge outdoor mall so close by, the last thing I need is to give Asta any ideas. I am too tired to fight her.”

At that, Dan Heng’s expression fell. “Are you too tired to fight Asta specifically, or tired in general?”

Oops, here came the inquisition. Her fault, she supposed, considering she knew better than to mention the word ‘tired’ around her husband. ‘Queasy’ and ‘dizzy’ were also words on the No-no List. “I’m somewhere between the two,” she admitted, knowing it was best to be honest at this point rather than lie and get Dan Heng to press. “I did manage to assist on that last mission without overdoing it, but even though I didn’t get into any trouble or start any fights, it kinda took a toll on me. Don’t worry, I’ll sit the next one out and rest,” she quickly tacked on. It was inevitable that she'd be perma-banned from missions soon, anyway. Best not to overdo it and move that inevitability up. She wanted to enjoy things while she still could.

Not to say she wouldn't enjoy being a mother. Honestly, she was excited for it, even if it did mean she would be benched from missions for who knew how long.

Pleased with her answer, Dan Heng relaxed. “Then I’ll help you shop at our next stop once that mission is completed. Unless you need to go shopping now.”

“Nah, I think I'm good. My clothes are getting tighter, but I can still fit into them. I just want things on hand for when I can't comfortably button my skirt anymore.”

“Alright. Then we’ll plan for that, then.”

Unfortunately, as a Nameless, plans go out the window all the time. And this time was no exception.

To be fair, Stelle and Dan Heng should have known better than to have this conversation in the archive room where they could be overheard by March, who conveniently missed the fact that Stelle did not want Asta to know that she needed new clothes.

Well, Asta found out and insisted she do something about it. And since Stelle was too tired to put up a fight against three excitable women, not even Dan Heng could save her from an all-girl shopping trip.

“So!” March began, looking around the outdoor shopping center with a worrisome gleam in her eye. “Where should we go first?”

“This is a mall run by the IPC,” Asta chimed in, looking far too excited for her own good. “So they should have thought to put a map up around here.”

“There,” Himeko said, pointing to a large electronic screen off to the side of the street.

Together, the girls looked over the map, trying to guess which of the women’s clothing stores would have maternity clothes then planning a route around them. Stelle would be thankful to Himeko for doing her best to map out rest areas as well as lunch and possible snack breaks.

“And if it gets too much for you,” Himeko whispered to Stelle when the two more excitable girls started dashing off ahead, “tell me and I’ll put a stop to them.”

Those words did help calm Stelle. It seemed that Himeko was on her side, at least.

Once they arrived at their first stop, the girls began meandering through the store until they hit the maternity section. While thankful they managed to find what they were looking for at the first store they hit, Stelle felt weird looking through the oddly shaped clothes. It was once again a reminder that she was pregnant with Dan Heng’s baby, something that should have been impossible.

The other reason it was so strange was because looking at the models in the pictures made Stelle feel... awkward. Like, how big would she get? The doctors said if she kept active during her pregnancy, she was more likely to both stay in shape and bounce back faster after giving birth. But ultimately, they couldn’t tell her exactly how her body would change. They could only tell her what generally to prepare for. As happy as she was to have a little bump, to have proof that a child was growing in her, it both weirded Stelle out and made her a little nervous.

“Girls,” Himeko called out, pulling Stelle out of her thoughts before they could spiral out of control. “Before you run wild, just remember that we’re looking for pieces that will adapt with Stelle as she grows. I doubt she wants to subject herself to another shopping trip.” With that, Himeko shot Stelle a wink.

Stelle could have hugged Himeko right there for that. Instead, she just let out a breath of relief. “Yes. Please. I can still fit into my shirts, so I just need bottoms.”

“Adjustable bottoms. Got it.” March shot her a thumbs up.

“For now, at least,” Himeko reminded. “I’d say to get some shirts as well for when you do start growing into them.”

Stelle had to admit she had a point. Because her bump would grow to the point she needed those oddly shaped shirts. It was still weird to think about, though. “Alright, but just… don’t go overboard. I don’t want to spend too much.”

“Pshhh.” Asta waved her hand flippantly in dismissal. “You’re not paying for anything.”

And this was exactly what Stelle had been worried about.

“What do you mean?” Stelle asked, already preparing for the answer.

Beaming, Asta flashed a card Stelle knew a little too well. “Arlan gave me my encryption key. Which, by the way, did you know how hard I had to work to convince him to do so? Geez, it’s like he doesn’t trust me with money at all!”

Behind her, March chuckled nervously while Himeko tiredly shook her head. Both of which were appropriate responses.

Stelle tried her best to temper her grimace. “Um… as someone who has helped Arlan hide that key from you, I understand his sentiments.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m still mad at you for your little tag-team game two years ago.”

“It was for the best.”

Asta huffed, propping her hands on her hips.

“You know it was," Stelle countered. "Things got resolved the week afterward.”

"Bearly."

"It is no one's fault but the shipping company's that half the components came in broken. At least they offered to recompensate us by priority shipping all the replacements."

Relenting, Asta rolled her eyes and held her hands up in surrender. “Look, I won’t go overboard; I promise. But my parents did give me permission to help support the savior of the galaxy. So let me do this for you, okay? It’s just clothes. It’s not twenty security bots.”

Stelle knew Asta intended well. However, Asta frequently intended a little too well, even to her own detriment. But if Asta had gone as far as to get her parents’ permission to blow money on maternity clothes for Stelle, then she would be thankful and allow Asta to buy a few things. Heaven knew she’d go back whining all the way if Stelle didn’t. If anything, Arlan didn’t deserve to listen to Asta's lamenting. “Okay, just a few items.”

“Yes!”

Stelle’s mistake. A few items turned into a whole new wardrobe, and neither she nor March nor Himeko could do anything about it. Other than carry the bags for an all-too-proud Asta, that is.

~~~

It was about month five that Dan Heng and Stelle started seriously planning for the arrival of the baby. Particularly, where it would be born.

Dan Heng stared at the tablet in his hands, looking over the list of possible planets that they had slowly crossed off one by one over the last half hour. “So, we’ve narrowed down our options to three places: Herta Space Station, Belobog, or the Luofu.”

“Cross off the space station,” Stelle said from her spot lying on the bed. She’d gotten tired of sitting after a while, the baby now developed enough to begin moving around and making her queasy in the process.

Dan Heng tapped the screen with his stylus. “Can I ask why?”

“I know the space station took care of me when I was comatose and all, which I’m super grateful for, but I really hate being there. If I have other options, I’m taking them.”

With a nod, Dan Heng finally knocked that one off the list. He’d fought to keep it on in the beginning when they were first narrowing things down, just to keep a guaranteed good option open, but with two other options he was comfortable with still on the board, he would relent. “So Belobog or the Luofu. Realistically, the Luofu would be better seeing as Belobog is still a struggling planet with few resources, but I understand that with as often as you travel back there and as many friends as you’ve made there, it has become almost a second home to you.”

Stelle pushed herself up into a sitting position, propped up by the headboard. “As much as I agree, will you be comfortable there?”

“This isn’t about me,” he countered. “This is about you giving birth to our child.”

“Yes, but I don’t need you stressed out about things, either,” she said. “Which was why Belobog is our best option if you’re not comfortable going to the Luofu.”

“But you think the Luofu is the best?”

With a pensive expression, Stelle absently rubbed a hand over her growing abdomen. “I do,” she said. “For a lot of reasons, actually.”

Setting down the tablet, Dan Heng gave her his full attention.

“Starting with Bailu," Stelle started. "She’d mentioned she wanted to be one of the first to meet our child, which I understand. She is the high elder of the vidyadhara, and this is the first one to ever be born. I also know she would want to be there anyway since she looks up to you as a brother, so of course she’d want to meet your kid right away. Being there on the Luofu would be easiest for her.”

“Is Bailu the main reason?” Dan Heng asked. “Because I know she would gladly apply for leave to wherever you have the child.” Thinking about it, Bailu would probably be excited at the prospect of leaving the Luofu to go on an adventure, particularly if it meant leaving work behind for a little bit.

Stelle shook her head. “Actually, the rest is… more a mental thing than anything else.”

Dan Heng gave her a nod for her to continue.

“It’s… because the Luofu is your homeworld,” she eventually admitted. “I know circumstances were different for you, but… since our home is the stars, I just kinda thought it would be nice for you and our baby to share a birthplace.”

The surprise hit him hard, rendering him speechless as his heart gave an odd little squeeze in his chest. That was the reason? Because she wanted to give their child a form of family legacy?

Uncertainty grew across Stelle’s expression the longer the silence stretched on. “Well?”

While still fighting for words, Dan Heng stood from his seat, only to sit back down on the edge of the bed beside Stelle, laying a hand over her abdomen. “I'll ask again, are you the most comfortable there?”

She nodded. “Between Luofu and Belobog, it’s a wash.”

"And you're sure there's no reason you'd prefer Belobog more?"

"Not really. Only if you'd be—"

"This isn't about me," he cut in. "This is about you. I will be fine anywhere for your sake. So, if you prefer the Luofu, then it's decided."

After a beat, she sighed, relief flooding her expression. "Okay."

And with that, Dan Heng felt his own worries begin to ease. "Okay."

However, that didn’t mean all his worries disappeared just like that. Even after all this time, he still had complicated feelings about the Luofu. With everything that had happened—or maybe because of everything that had happened—he knew he could never fully escape his past reincarnation, nor the chains that had once held him down. It wasn’t as though he hated everything about the Luofu, particularly when the company of his companions helped obscure the dark memories he had of this place. However, he could never be fully at ease there because he was seen as two different people instead of just the one person he was now.

But beyond his own feelings, he had other, more pressing concerns. Namely, how would the vidyadhara population at large react when they learned that the first vidyadhara to ever be born in the history of their race was fathered by the reincarnation of the greatest traitor? His reputation as Dan Heng was slowly overshadowing his past as Dan Feng thanks to him assisting the galaxy’s savior in her battle to exterminate an aeon, but how far did that reputation really go? And more importantly, would his child be in any danger because of it? He and Stelle, along with Bailu, had been targets of assassins more than once.

A warmth that cradled his cheeks brought him back to reality.

“Hey,” Stelle softly spoke, concern etched into her face as she tenderly cupped his jaw. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with it? We can go to Belobog if you’re not.”

“It's fine,” he answered, grabbing hold of one of her wrists. Inwardly, he was kicking himself, guilt welling up within him. This was about Stelle and what she wanted. Ultimately, if Stelle felt safe there, then it was his job as her husband and father of her child to ensure she would be. If he had to call on the help of Jing Yuan or Fu Xuan to ensure their safety, he would do so. No one would bring danger to his family for as long as he was alive to do something about it. “Sorry. I just got lost in my own thoughts.”

“Care to share?”

“They aren’t important. I'm just concerned about you.”

“I'll be fine.”

“I know you will.” And to reassure her, he reached out to cup her cheek, leaning forward to lay a brief kiss on her lips.

That seemed to settle her, thankfully. “Then it’s decided?”

Dan Heng nodded, managing to give her a genuine smile despite the worries still clouding the back of his mind. “I’ll start making arrangements with Bailu. I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear of your decision.”

Stelle grinned in agreement. “I’m sure. I bet she knows some good doctors to recommend, as well.”

That was a valid point. Dan Heng would have to admit that one of the bonuses of the Luofu was that they could trust whatever doctors and midwives that Bailu would recommend rather than having to do their best to find one Stelle would be comfortable with on other planets. “Her insight would be helpful. And if she could arrange things for us to be ready when we arrive, then that would be all the better.”

“We won’t be there too long, will we?”

“I’m thinking a month before your due date.”

“That long?”

The surprise on Stelle’s face was a reaction Dan Heng had expected. “I would feel more at ease spending your last month of pregnancy somewhere we could more easily monitor you, and if you go into labor early, we’ll be better prepared. Furthermore, you being off the Express and settled somewhere would be less stressful for you.” And me, he mentally added. The last thing he needed was to worry about Stelle any more than he currently was.

“Two weeks,” she argued. “I don’t need a whole month.”

“What else would you be doing on the Express compared to on the Luofu?”

To that, she had no answer. “But… don’t you want to continue helping the crew on missions?”

“The crew has already assured us they understand,” he countered. “And while it might be a bit much to make assumptions for them, I believe they also would be more relieved to have you off the Express the closer it becomes to your due date. For your own sake.”

Though Stelle crossed her arms in frustration, she didn’t counter. Meaning she accepted it, albeit reluctantly.

“Think of it this way,” Dan Heng said. “With the extra time we have on the Luofu, we will be able to find a crib for the baby.”

Stelle glanced over the room. “Um, we still need to find room for the crib.”

“I thought we could move the chairs and table over there.” He pointed to in front of the bookshelf. “Even though it feels as though it's blocking shelves, it would allow us to move the bed this way—” He made hand motions to indicate turning the bed sideways. “—and move it over, making more room for the crib here, which will ultimately be a better layout.”

“Not a bad idea.”

“I’ll ask Welt and Himeko for assistance moving things around. Don’t even think about offering,” he interrupted before she could say a word.

She just tossed her hands up in surrender.

Before they could continue the conversation, a knock on their door called their attention. “Stelle! Dan Heng! You in there?”

At March’s peppy voice, Dan Heng answered the door. “Did you need something?”

She looked about to explode with excitement. Himeko, Welt, and Pom-pom all stood behind her, excitement written on their faces as well. “We have something we want to show you,” she said, bouncing on her toes.

By now, Stelle had gotten up off the bed and stood beside Dan Heng. "What is it?"

March bowed, making some elaborate ‘this way’ arm gesture. “If you’ll follow us.”

And so they did, making the long trek to… the room next to theirs.

Dan Heng and Stelle shared a puzzled glance at the way everyone was gathered around the door.

“And now," Pom-pom announced, "presenting the brand new, first-ever, Astral Express Nursery!”

… Huh?

March flung the door open, only to stand aside and gesture for Dan Heng and Stelle to enter.

Stelle moved first, stepping into the room with wide-eyed surprise. Dan Heng was certain he looked the same as he followed her. The first thing he noticed was the crib in the corner, one complete with a mattress fitted with patterned sheets and a bunny plush toy. Next to it was another piece of furniture, one he realized was a changing table with little baskets underneath. Then there was a small chest of drawers, as well, on the other side of the crib. Finally, there was a small bookshelf behind them.

Only after that did Dan Heng realize the walls were all painted with different scenes, ranging from an ocean on one side to a sandy desert to a forest with mountains behind it as the scene wrapped around the room. Even the ceiling was painted, sporting blocky, cartoon clouds that matched the illustrative style of the room.

He glanced over to Stelle, whose golden eyes were now glassy as she held a hand over her mouth. She turned to look over at the four other members of the express, who were all looking on with anticipation. “You did this for us?” she asked, her voice warbly with emotion.

“Of course,” Himeko answered. “Each trailblazer needs a room, and the little one is no exception. Do you like it?”

Unable to answer as tears started dripping down her cheeks, Stelle just nodded.

Overwhelmed himself, Dan Heng took his wife into his arms, allowing her to lean against him and sniffle softly into his shoulder. It was rare for her to shed tears, and while he knew pregnancy could affect a woman’s emotions, he felt making that assumption would be unfair seeing as he himself was moved by such a grand gesture. “Thank you,” he said, looking over at the crew, an indescribable warmth flooding his chest. “This is… this is incredible.”

Welt nodded. “Since we didn’t know whether you’d be having a boy or a girl when we started this, we wanted to keep it gender-neutral. But I thought that having something that would age with the child, at least for a while, would be better than something more baby-themed.”

Himeko giggled, gently elbowing Welt’s side. “He did a pretty good job painting the walls, didn’t he?”

“Then Himeko and I picked out all the furniture,” March chimed in.

“And Pom-pom specially ordered the bedding,” the little conductor proudly stated. “And the plush toy. Pom-pom thought it was a perfect decoration.”

Having had a moment to pull herself together, Stelle lifted her head out of Dan Heng’s shoulder to look up at the group. Her eyes were red, and she had to swipe the tears off her cheeks, but she was still grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you so much. I love it.”

“Yes,” Dan Heng agreed, his smile wide as he counted the blessings that currently surrounded him. “Thank you very much.”

#honkai star rail #honkai fanfic #danstelle #romance #found family #its so fluffy #hsr march 7th #hsr welt #hsr himeko

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 1 year ago

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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles--3x03 Quite a Common Fairy

Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 703 (what even are word count limits? They really shouldn't apply when it comes to CS)

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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Coconuts in hand and hook, Killian returned to the clearing where the heroes rested after another long day on Neverland. It was the work of a moment to decide where he should take a seat. After all, the prince and princess were seated together, deep in soft conversation, as were Regina and Tink. Swan sat alone, staring pensively into the fire.

“May I?” he asked, nodding toward the log on which she sat.

Swan shrugged. “Suit yourself. Not sure I’m much company tonight, though.”

Killian settled in and chuckled humorlessly. “It’s rather difficult for anyone to be so in this infernal place.”

She turned to look at him. “This is how you stayed alive for hundreds of years, isn’t it,” she asked, “by spending that time on Neverland?”

It wasn’t a subject he preferred to dwell on, so he merely nodded.

“How did you survive it?” she asked. “I’ve been here, what? Two, three days? And I already feel like I’m crawling out of my skin.”

Killian felt the compassion bubbling up. He knew that feeling all too well. This place bred hopelessness and amplified pain. “I simply put one foot in front of the other,” he finally answered. “I kept my focus on my objective, refusing to dwell on the … oppressive … atmosphere of this place and the sadistic nature of its ruler.”

“Easier said than done,” she murmured, turning back toward the fire.

“Aye, but you have family, friends, those who care about you to help you through,” he said. “Focus on that. If you must think ahead, focus on the moment your lad is returned to you, the moment you, all of us go home.”

She turned and gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks,” she said simply. “And…did you have that too? Did you have friends on this island?”

He was silent for a long time, not entirely sure how to answer the question. He’d had his crew, of course–at least those who weren’t trapped in Echo Cave, killed by dreamshade or destroyed by Pan’s sadistic games–but one could hardly call one’s subordinates friends. And then there was Bae, but it’s hard to call a lad who despises you for selling him out your friend.

He supposed if anyone fit the description, it would be Tink. He’d sought her out now and again when he needed a commiserating ear. They’d swapped stories of the misfortunes that had led them to this place and their less than pleasant encounters with Pan. He’d even spent a night here or there at her treehouse. But theirs was an acquaintance of convenience and mutual bitterness, rather than a true friendship.

If the truth were told, he hadn’t felt the true pull of friendship with anyone in centuries–until he met Swan.

Of course, one rarely felt like an awkward lad fancying his first woman with a friend. One rarely felt his stomach swoop when she looked at him, his heart race when she gave him a rare smile, or electricity pulse through his system when their hands met.

It was best not to continue down that avenue of thought, Killian decided, turning away to grab one of the coconuts and pierce it with his hook. He handed it to her, basking in the grateful smile and simple “Thanks” she sent his way.

“I supposed perhaps Tink could be considered a friend,” he said, finally answering her question.

Swan took a quick sip from the coconut. “So you think we can trust her? Really?”

“Aye,” he answered. “She won’t cross Pan unnecessarily–self preservation and all of that–but I’m also certain she will not betray us.”

“Good enough for me at this point,” Emma said with a quick nod.

They fell into silence for a moment, before she turned back toward him, tentatively laying a hand on his arm. (He tried fruitlessly to ignore the way that simple gesture inspired it all–the stomach swoop, the racing heart and the electricity, all rolled up into one.) “I’m really glad you’re here with us, helping us.”

He smiled. “As am I.”

And suddenly, he realized it was true. Though he’d spent centuries trying to get off of this bloody island, right now there was nowhere he’d rather be.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#season 3 rewatch drabbles #cs fanfiction #ouat fanfiction #my fanfiction #an expansion on the coconut scene that broke the fandom

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rocksandmirrors · 2 years ago

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When people say luz is a lesbian

SHE IS A BISEXUAL ICON AND LITERALLY WEARS A BI PIN IN THANKS TO THEM

SHE HAS SHOWN INTERESTS IN MEN AND WOMEN

PEOPLE STOP ERASING HER ATTRACTION TO MEN JUST BECAUSE SHES DATING A GIRL

SHES STILL BISEXUAL

(This is NOT lumity salt. I love them.)

Also when people say huntlow was rushed and forced as if Hunter didn’t blush in the first episode they met and they don’t have lumity parallels and as if the show wasn’t cut short

oh yeah that shit's infuriating. the crew didn't include a coming-out scene (albeit short) for ppl to claim Luz is a lesbian like 😬 have some respect for bisexual folks (i've never seen anyone do this yet tho, guess i'm lucky lol)

btw this is not to say lesbian hcs are bad, i love my lesbians and bi pals equally. but not only do we already have a canon lesbian (Amity) there are plenty of characters you can headcanon as well (Viney, Emira, Skara, Boscha, etc. hell i even saw ppl giving this hc to Raine)

as for Huntlow, i can kiiiind of see why ppl would be upset, but for the bad reasons imo. first of all you're right, the show has been shortened and Huntlow, despite being in the works since day one, suffered from this, so it's not the crew's fault who did an amazing job at making it canon (btw remember that post i made like 'uuuh i hope Huntlow will stay open for interpretation blabla'?? yeah fuck that, it was stupid)

second of all, i've seen complaints about how they didn't get as much screentime as Lumity, and that's dumb for 2 reasons. not only did Hunter meet Willow during season 2B (you know, when the show suddenly got shortened) and Lumity had time to develop throughout season 1 and season 2A, but Luz is the main character. like it or not, it makes sense for her romance to be more developed and have more screentime than Willow's

you can dislike Huntlow ofc, but at least be coherent, or just be honest and say you just don't seen them together/prefer different dynamics for them

sorry for the sudden rant lol but i get your grips bestie </3

#luz noceda #lumity #huntlow #fandom crit

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chicgeekgirl89 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 8: Meant to Be

A/N: This is it! The final chapter! Thanks to everyone for supporting this one for so many weeks! Read on AO3

“What if Tommy fires me?”

They’re curled up in T.K.’s bunk after another long day. His leg is slotted between T.K.’s and T.K.’s head is pillowed on his chest. One of Carlos’ arms is falling asleep and there’s a crick in his neck from staying in one position for too long. It’s incredibly uncomfortable, but Carlos couldn’t care less. He’s nervous, and he needs the physical reassurance of the two of them being together.

His six weeks are up. And he’s done good work, work he’s proud of, work he thinks the guests and crew have all appreciated. But yachting is fickle, and there’s no guarantee that Tommy is going to ask him to stay on when he meets with her tomorrow.

T.K. stops moving his hand up and down Carlos’ stomach and tilts his head up so he can look at him. “She’s not going to fire you.”

“I sent that lady’s steak up medium even though she specifically put on her preference sheet that she wanted well done. And that birthday cake for the third charter. It was leaning to the side because the buttercream was too soft.”

“Babe.” T.K. gives him a look. “Those are not fireable offenses. You didn’t punch a guest or do damage to the boat or threaten mutiny.”

“I set the kitchen on fire.”

“You did not! That was a wiring issue!”

Carlos groans and rubs a hand across his face. “People have been fired for less.”

“Not on the Firebug. It’s going to be fine, I promise. Tommy is going to sing your praises and offer to keep you on in perpetuity.”

“But what if she doesn’t?” Carlos insists. “What if she has someone else in mind and I have to leave?”

“Like another one of Iris’ ex-husbands?”

“T.K.”

“Carlos.”

He chews the inside of his cheek. He’s scared to ask, but he has to know. “If I have to leave, are we going to…?”

They’ve only been together a month. Long distance boatmances don’t work. Ever. People get bored, people get lonely, people cheat…it’s not if they’d break up, it’s when. And it feels like his heart is cracking in half even thinking about it.

T.K. is quiet. So quiet that Carlos starts to panic even more intensely. He’s about to open his mouth to beg T.K. not to break his heart, but then T.K. says, “I won’t let you go.”

Carlos’ heart stops. Words won’t come, that spark that T.K. puts into his gut intensifying to a point that he can barely breathe.

“If Tommy fires you then I won’t let you go,” T.K. repeats. “I don’t…I don’t know how that would work. But I wouldn’t let you just leave.”

He sits up fully, looking agitated now. “I can’t—I don’t want you to go. I don’t want this to be over. Do you?”

Carlos sits up too, careful not to hit his head this time. “No, T.K. No I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to leave any of this. I—the way I feel about you, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’m not, I’m not trying to freak you out but, I—“

The word “love” sticks in his throat, not quite ready to come out yet, even though it’s all he can feel radiating through his entire body. “I care about you so much,” he says instead. “I want to be with you.”

“Then stay,” T.K. almost whispers the words. “If Tommy tells you that you have to go, then find a way to stay anyway.”

“How?”

“I don’t know! You’ve seen Titanic, right? Stowaway below deck or something. Get creative!”

That gets a half a chuckle out of Carlos. “Okay.”

“Thank you. Good.”

Some of the tension melts out of the room. “She’s not going to make you leave though,” T.K. assures him again. “She’s going to tell you to stay, probably going to beg you to stay. So can we go to sleep now and stop worrying about it now?”

They settle back down, shifting their bodies until they’re comfortably entwined again. T.K. lets out a sigh and snuggles into Carlos’ chest clearly content.

Carlos stares at the bottom of the top bunk, his mind still tumbling around and over itself. He’s not going to be able to sleep.

“You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?” T.K. says.

“Yes,” Carlos sighs. “Sorry.”

T.K.’s lips find the skin of his right pec. “How about now?” he murmurs.

A shiver goes down Carlos’ spine. “Still thinking.”

T.K. lifts his head and traces the shell of Carlos’ ear with the tip of his nose, his warm breath fanning down Carlos’ neck. “Now?”

“A little bit.”

“Mmm, I guess I’m going to have to resort to more drastic measures.”

He trails a finger down Carlos’ stomach and Carlos sucks in a breath. “Starting to forget,” he says, his voice catching.

“Good.” T.K.’s hand slips beneath his boxers and Carlos lets out a small, “Oh”— his eyes closing as T.K. takes hold of his body and his mind.

T.K. hums contentedly. “Now that’s more like it.”

It works in the moment, but by morning the anxiety starts creeping back in. Which is how he finds himself deep cleaning the fridge so he can put off his meeting with Tommy just a little bit longer.

He wrinkles his nose as he reaches deep inside and finds the offending leftovers that have been stinking up the place. He rolls his eyes when he sees Mateo’s name on the takeout container and doesn’t bother opening it before pitching it into the large black trash bag at his feet, already full of other expired, half eaten, or slowly rotting food.

He’s been at it for an hour and the fridge is practically gleaming at this point. So is the rest of the galley for that matter. He’s running out of excuses to avoid going to the bridge.

He takes the garbage out to the dock and then comes back in, washing his hands in the sink as slowly as possible.

“Hey.” Iris pokes her head in. “Did you go see Tommy yet?”

Carlos just looks at her.

“Coward.”

“I know.”

“She’s going to ask you to stay.”

“Did she tell you that?”

“She didn’t have to. I just know it.”

Carlos sighs. “Why do you and T.K. both think you know what’s going on in Tommy’s head? You’re not in her mind. You can’t know for sure.”

“Because we both know you’re a fucking good chef and Tommy’s a fucking smart captain and she’s going to stupidly fucking fire you.”

Her words do not help. “I don’t want to go back to the Precinct,” he says, feeling slightly ill at the thought.

“You won’t have to. Buck up and go talk to her.”

Carlos shifts his weight nervously. “I will. I’m just going to deep clean the oven first.”

“Oh no you’re not.”

She grabs his arm with surprising strength and pulls him toward the stairs. “Let’s go Reyes. Texans are a lot of things, but we’re not lily livered.”

“Okay, ow! Let go of me!”

She releases him and he rubs at his arm. “That’s going to leave a bruise.”

“Oh please. Like you and T.K. haven’t been up to worse.”

His face heats and she pushes him toward the staircase. “Go. Get it over with.”

With no choice left he trudges up the stairs alone. Acid pools in the pit of his stomach as he knocks on the bridge’s door. “Captain?” he says quietly, poking his head inside.

“Carlos! Come on in,” she says warmly, setting aside a laptop on which Carlos assumes she has been doing captain things.

“I brought you some Mexican wedding cookies,” he says offering her a plate.

He’s not above bribery.

“Oh thank you! They look incredible,” she says, taking them from his hands. “You really are so talented.”

“Thank you,” Carlos replies, worry still twisting back and forth inside of him.

She fixes him with the kind of mom look that says she can see right through him. He resists the urge to squirm uncomfortably. “So Carlos, how have you enjoyed your time on the Firebug so far?” she asks.

“It’s been great,” he says honestly. “This crew is amazing. I’ve felt very welcome.”

“Good,” she says. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve been very impressed by your work here. I know we said initially that we would do a trial period of six weeks. And you’ve clearly proven your worth several times over. So Carlos,” she straightens up, looking a little more formal, “I’d like to officially offer you a contract to become part of our full time crew.”

“Yes.” The word comes out of his mouth so fast it surprises them both. “I mean, yes, thank you I’d like that.”

She smiles. “Good. Because if I have to go the rest of my life without your abuela’s ropa vieja, I might die. Not to mention I’m pretty sure I’d have one very sad and lonely second stew on my hands.” Her eyes twinkle and Carlos tries not to look embarrassed.

“Captain—Tommy,” he amends. “I really, I can’t thank you enough. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a job where I felt so welcome and I—thank you for letting me stay.”

“Thank you for being the best chef I’ve ever had the pleasure to work with. Both in talent and temperament.” She nods toward the door. “You’d better go tell T.K. He keeps coming up here with ‘questions’ for me that are thinly veiled attempts at trying to figure out if I’m asking you to stay on.”

Carlos huffs out a laugh. “That sounds about right.”

“And he wasn’t the only one. It’s felt like I have a revolving door on this place all morning. If I’d decided not to keep you, I might have had a mutiny on my hands.”

Warmth blooms in his chest. They like him. They want him to stay.

And he likes them too.

“Thank you Tommy,” he says, her name firm and clear this time as he stands and shakes her hand.

“You’re welcome. Now get out of here. Go find your man.”

He thumbs his radio as he heads back down the stairs, this time much lighter and bouncier than on his way up. “T.K., T.K., Carlos, what is your location?”

It’s not T.K. who answers. Instead Paul’s voice drawls across the radio waves. “Ooooooh must be good news if he’s looking for his boyfriend so fast!”

“Yes! The tamale master lives!” Mateo squawks.

“Oh thank god. I cannot deal with another chef with an ego,” Nancy says.

“You owe me Reyes,” Iris pipes up.

“Ahhh true love lives!” Marjan’s excitement is palpable even over the radio’s static.

“Ya’ll stop teasing him or he’s gonna leave us for some other boat,” Judd admonishes. “Your boy is up top Reyes. Glad you’re sticking around.”

Carlos immediately reverses direction, thumbing his radio once more. “Thanks guys. Happy to be staying.”

He hits the top deck, squinting in the white brightness of the sun. It’s hot already, the gulls crying overhead as he heads toward the prow of the boat.

T.K. is standing at the railing, looking out toward the open ocean, his back to Carlos. He’s rolled up the sleeves of his crew t-shirt so that it looks like a tank top, and Carlos doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around his waist and press a kiss to the bare skin of his shoulder. It’s hot, almost feverishly so, warmed by the light of the sun and Carlos delights in the way it feels against his lips, pressing them there again and again before finally burying his face into T.K.’s neck.

T.K. chuckles. “I’m sweaty and gross.”

“I don’t care,” Carlos says, nuzzling in further.

They stay that way for a moment before T.K. shifts, turning in Carlos’ arms so he can look up at him, a fond smile on his face. “So I guess you’re staying,” he says, lifting his hands so he can run them slowly up and down Carlos’ arms. Always touching. He always has to be touching and Carlos can’t get enough of it.

“Yeah,” Carlos says, throwing on a smug, flirty smile. “I’m staying.”

“Because of the weather?”

Carlos bites the inside of his cheek, ready to play along with T.K.’s game. “The weather’s not bad. But no.”

“Because of your undying love of obscenely wealthy Americans and their bizarre, and sometimes imaginary, dietary needs?”

“Well, you know I like a challenge. But that’s not it either.”

T.K.’s gaze drops to his chest, his look going from flirty to almost timid. “Then why are you staying?”

“Well,” Carlos says, drawing T.K. a little closer, “turns out I kind of like this crew. And it would be a real shame if they all starved.”

“They do get really cranky if they’re not fed,” T.K. agrees.

Carlos lets him sit in that for a second and then says, “But that’s not the only reason.”

He gently lifts one of T.K.’s hands and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “There’s this.” He lets it go and leans forward pressing a kiss to T.K.’s hair. “And this.” He cups T.K.’s face in his hands and kisses the tip of his nose. “And this.”

T.K.’s eyes are closed, his chin tipped up, lips slightly parted, that breathless, wanting look on his face. It’s so soft, so vulnerable and open, and it takes Carlos’ breath away. He marvels at it for a moment before closing the space and capturing T.K.’s mouth with his own, relaxing into the taste of sun and salt and a hint of lime from the flavored water T.K. drinks.

“You’ve changed my whole world T.K. Strand,” Carlos murmurs when they break apart. “Six weeks with you and everything is different. How is that possible?

“I’m inherently charming,” T.K. says, a dreamy smile on his face.

Carlos huffs a laugh. “Yeah, you are.”

T.K. searches his face. “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for you. Is that crazy?”

“Maybe a little,” Carlos says. “Or maybe…we’re just meant to be.”

T.K. nods. “I think we owe Iris dinner.”

A smile, full and pure. “I guarantee she’s planning to hold this over us for the rest of our lives.”

“Worth it.”

“Definitely worth it.”

The radios crackle. “T.K., T.K. Nancy. Stop making out with your boyfriend and go do the sheets in the master.”

T.K. rolls his eyes. “Busted,” he says.

“The work never stops in yachting,” Carlos says, gently putting some distance between them and offering him a single hand instead. T.K. makes a grumbly noise, pulling a face before he takes it and follows him toward the interior.

But when they reach the galley floor and T.K. starts to let go, Carlos’ grip tightens and he pulls him further down the staircase. “Where are we going?” T.K. asks.

“To the master,” Carlos says innocently.

They reach the door and Carlos locks it behind them before pushing T.K. up against it and kissing the shit of out him. When they finally break apart T.K.’s lips are swollen and his hair is a wreck. He looks thoroughly debauched and Carlos isn’t even close to done.

“Didn’t I hear you tell Tommy this wasn’t going to interfere with our work?” T.K. asks, his eyes sparkling.

Carlos drops to his knees and unzips T.K.’s shorts before throwing him a cocky smile. “I’ll be quick. And I think you’ll probably work even harder after you celebrate a little, don’t you?”

T.K. laughs. “I think I might.”

#Come Sail Away #Yachting AU #Tarlos #Chapter 8: Meant to Be #THE FINAL CHAPTER!#911lsfic #Tarlos Fic #911 Lone Star

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everybodyknows-everybodydies · 1 month ago

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KHARISH AND COLETTE 📣

(also asked by @unobtainableitem - thank you!! :'D)

o7 GLADLY 💙💙💙 under the cut for length... whoops 🫣

Which one:

chooses the decorations (and which one does most of the work putting them up)

part of being a Tall Person is cheerfully accepting responsibility for doing anything that someone who is, just for example, 5'3" can't reach. such as taking detailed direction on which garland goes where when the stepladder is in use elsewhere on the premises :')

makes up the holiday menu

we should all hope it's Kharish so that "taste" plays more of a role than "correcting the rest of the year's nutritional imbalances".

gets caught singing “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” in the shower

laughed ALOUD at this one. I need to hear lore-friendly "Baby, It's Cold Outside" immediately. ahem. COULD GO EITHER WAY HONESTLY... I think they're both liable to sing/hum to themselves on the regular. awkwardness of this particular situation is only compounded by the practice of communal baths though because now presumably whoever's caught you loudly singing to yourself is also in the nude as you're going 8| at each other. nightmare

wants to take the perfect holiday photo

Lettie :') to keep on her desk. we can get a street artist in town for the holidays surely...

wants to go downtown, look at the decorations, and window shop

Kharish! ...is there a "downtown" in Winterhold. well definitely not like Orsinium. but she wants to see EVERYTHING and try ALL the food and learn ALL the silly little songs the town kids are shout-singing while they run door to door and throw snow at each other -

prefers to stay in and snuggle by the fireplace

...meanwhile Colette's favorite idea of a nice night off is "a stretch of time where I don't have to do anything, finally". however Kharish would agree this too is an excellent way to spend an evening (she's very good at playing the role of "pillow")

puts up the mistletoe (and which one tries to catch the other under it more)

very specific scenario in my head of Kharish putting it up in the doorway of Colette's office/the infirmary (the same room.) like :D and then going "...wait a lot of people come by here. hold on I need to move it now it's not for them ;-;" which earns a laugh 💙 she puts it over by a cabinet instead and then conveniently whenever she drops in Colette just so happens to need something from that cabinet what coincidental timing (this is not remotely convincing. but it is cute)

buys the ridiculous fluffy socks

Colette fhlskdfj. this is an environment where they are PRACTICAL. they require boots a size up or, if forgoing boots, make a person nigh completely silent on stone floors 👌

worries more about buying the perfect gift for the other [&] is better at buying gifts

putting these together because SOMEONE is always off running around going places and doing things and coming back with little "I just saw it and thought of you :)" presents, and someone ELSE has access to... Enthir's mail-order catalogue. (the worry is not necessary; the thing that makes a gift special for Kharish is the person giving it c': could literally hand her a rock and she'd be like 🥺!!!!! because of whom it's from)

is better at gift wrapping

I think they're both good at it... precision is key in both their areas of expertise! Kharish would tell you it's Colette though because "she doesn't even use a bone folder!"

holds the other’s hands to warm them up faster

Kharish: oh your hands are so cold :) (<- fully an excuse to hold hands)

Colette: your hands are SO COLD (<- actually stopping everything else to improve circulation.)

has a particular Christmas/holiday special they insist on watching each year

I think once being a wizard doesn't get you the evil eye and turned away at the door the town kids' Old Life/New Life pageant should be a huge hit across the board. get some of the students in there on tech crew running special effects. a glittery explosion onstage has professors elbowing each other in excitement like "that's one of MINE" across the aisle from parents doing the same as little Helgi passionately delivers the speech of the sun she's been practicing all month. sorry this wasn't entirely the question was it but the answer is YES

tells the other they love them first on Christmas morning

this is exactly the kind of cheesy sweet thing Kharish is doing wholeheartedly but like... every day 😔 terrible morning person affliction of waking up first and using this to her advantage. "to start the day right!" she says. but never fear this is balanced out by every late-night return where Lettie's still up <3

#THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME <3 grinning cornily at my screen the whole time. don't look at me #Mouse talks!#Kharish gra-Shatul #I need to officially give them a tag don't I ;o; okay shhh here we go ->#Kharence

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immobiliter · 1 year ago

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ship bias for drummer & martha !

ship bias meme / @galaxye

camina drummer !

okay so no. 1 has to be camina & her polyambelterfam - this is her one canon romantic "pairing" and it's just handled so wonderfully by the writers and gives camina so much interesting development from s5 onwards. i'm not sure if i'd say i'm the biggest fan of the way her and oksana's relationship turned out, at least in terms of her specific dynamics with the other main crew members of the dewalt, but i do like what that dynamic achieves for camina's characterisation in addressing that she has so much anger and trauma to overcome in order to accept love from others. it's just so nice to see polyamorous relationships depicted on screen too.

i also have to give a mention to camina & naomi lmao. it should have been canon. they did polyamory with camina and her crew, so it would have been easy to accomplish with naomi & holden too. i'm not sure i necessarily ship camina with holden, i think in an ot3 situation it would have to be a dynamic with naomi at the centre ( as she deserves ), a little like how the writers pitched it during the latter half of s3, but i think they are both incredibly important parts of naomi's life and she deserves to have them both tbh.

then speaking exclusively about the telltale game, i absolutely ship camina & maya. they did everything right when it came to maya ( and one day i'll replay the game so that i can actually save her because rip, that hurt my soul ), camina canonically falls for/chooses to orbit around visionaries and idealists and i think it makes a lot of sense for her to have an early romantic relationship with someone like maya to help inform the sort of preferences she has during the show timeline.

those are my only canon pairings for camina, i think she is way too sharp and savvy for any of the men she spends her time around ( i just can't picture it with dawes, fred or ashford ). but i will always ship her with happiness + people who can look past her scary, tough exterior and appreciate the heart of gold that she has hiding underneath.

martha jones !

so can i preface this by talking about what i absolutely do not, under any circumstances, ship ? martha and ten lmaoooo. no thank you no way. don't get me wrong, i looove ten, he is my favourite doctor and i have so much nostalgia attached to david's run as the doctor, but i have Opinions about him where martha is concerned and frankly would like her to stay away. i do think their dynamic is interesting for very specific reasons, but the further i can pull martha away from her unrequited love plot, the better imo. i'd be even happier if i can just pretend it never existed in the first place. i think this also rules out shipping martha with any other iteration of the doctor too, i'm just Not Interested in really going there, y'know? i prefer doctor who when it's not all about the romantic tension.

martha & mickey is an interesting one. it's the way that martha's story canonically ends and i'm extremely ambivalent about it, probably because we are given absolutely Nothing and no reason to really care about the fact that they are together aside from a quick scene during david's last episode. do i think they could be a good fit ? yes, definitely, do i like that they shafted tom milligan ? nope, not at all lmao. so it's not something i would auto-ship but i absolutely could ship it with the right person, they both have similar experiences of being shafted and dismissed repeatedly by others and both had to prove themselves, so i think on paper it could work really well and i would one day love to explore it.

martha & jack. again, i wouldn't auto-ship it, but i have shipped it in the past and i do love the idea of them together under specific circumstances. do i necessarily think it could work out long term ? i'm on the fence, i'm not sure jack could give martha what she ultimately Needs ( stability, love, a safe home to come back to ) long term. however i love how protective jack is of her throughout both dw and tw and it's obvious that he really really cares about her and her family. and martha is flirtatious, this is a canon fact. so i find it difficult to believe something wouldn't happen between the two of them at some point, however fleeting it was. i think they could learn a lot from each other.

also a quick shoutout to martha & jason ( @synchronzed ) because i always have to credit rat for writing spectacular ships with me and this is one i'm really excited about. martha deserves a silly boy who simps for her, that is all.

and lastly, martha & happiness is up there too. the girl deserves someone who think she is a goddess among mortals because she is and i will not accept anything less for a queen like her. she takes care of everyone around her and it's only right that she has someone who will take care of her in return. i also hc her as bi, so this needn't be restricted to just boys too. i think her dynamic with miranda raison's character in dw ( the showgirl from the 30s ) is super interesting when looked at through that sort of lens.

#galaxye #* / be yourself. everyone else is taken ( ooc. )#ahhh my sci fi ladies !! thank you so much for this !!

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you-are-forever-special · 1 year ago

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Here ya go!

Your OC accidentally helped a mob boss change a flat while transporting a corpse and was rewarded with a "favor." They then find themselves in a position where they need to make that call. -Is it a successful mission or does it require a few steps to complete?

(Thank you~! I got super into this one, lol - kinda dark warning. And sorry if it's confusing; read the chapter 'The Best Years Of Our Lives' for some more context)

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She thought she had escaped this life.

But deep down, Taiga knew all along that that was most likely just wishful thinking.

It had been years, but she would have preferred if it had been a lifetime if she never had to be involved with another gang in any way again.

Yet here Taiga was.

'How do I get myself into these situations...?' She thought; bemused.

She just had to have been outside the woods at this moment to see the near accident caused by an almost blown tire. Just HAD to be so friendly. Unassuming. Nonchalant, and helpful...

To a mob boss.

Better than acting erratic, she supposed, and kept trying to just act normal.

Not that this situation was normal in the first place.

If anyone even glanced at these two, eyebrows would be raised at the very least.

Thankfully it wasn't someone from who she used to run with...

Unfortunately though, this mob boss knew who she attacked the day that her old crew was killed.

Taiga didn't want to kill that man.

But that panicked voice in her head stated that maybe she should have.

Either way...

This explained more on why there wasn't really any freak out or question regarding her appearance.

The only reason Taiga even found out this person is a mob boss, is because they flat-out said it.

They decided to continue their quest in oversharing, because now Taiga was aware that there was a BODY inside their vehicle.

Why her. Why now.

Why EVER.

On the outside, Taiga seemed calm, cool, collected.

And she surprisingly continued to keep it together as her clustered thoughts of 'godthisisitthedayidie-' and resurfacing flashbacks of that night were temporarily interrupted.

Instead of anger, what she was met with was a snide, yet impressed tone after they were done laughing.

But Taiga found nothing humorous about this.

"Ain't life downright ironic...?

Surprised a little thing like you could pull that off. But I think this works out in our favor. We can help each other out here..."

Taiga barely swallowed; her mouth having gone dry.

There it was.

But she knew by the boss' tone that it wasn't a request.

She held back from following any instincts to book it, and chose to hear them out for now.

"...How?"

Taiga's voice came out soft, yet firm.

"Well... I may or may not have come into new power lately.

Been working my ass off to get there, but then I was thrown under the bus after everything I've done...

So, you know what I said?"

Their tone was borderline manic and chilled Taiga to the core. Even after dealing with Séthyan, some things she still could just never get used to.

Yet she continued staying unflinching as the body's identity was revealed to her.

Physically.

The previous mob boss that was splayed out before her, still had that chunk of his ear missing from when Taiga bit it clean off back then...

She felt herself slipping into that familiar pit of suffocation; slowly spacing out some after witnessing the state his body was in.

He sure wouldn't be recognized. This crime was enacted with clear hatred.

The only reason Taiga did was because she could never get his face, body type... Right down to his damn voice, to leave her fragile psyche.

It came flooding back once again. Even after all this time, she could tell it was him. But she was slightly brought back to this harsh reality as the mob boss giggled, saying they answered their own question in a mocking manner:

"Screw "loyalty!!!""

Especially as they spat that last word with such vemon; like remembering part of an oath that was once taken and became tarnished.

Taiga felt nauseous, but just blankly stared off at nothing as her eyes glazed over.

It's all she could do right now.

"I'm willing to forgive your own egregious debt, since this-"

They continued, grabbing onto the deceased man's hair; yanking up and jerking his head around violently before throwing it back down against the vehicle's door.

"-PUTZ decided to be smart and fuck around with me too.

No one seriously cared about you anyways!!! You don't have anything smart to say now, do ya!?

DO YOU!?!"

They took a moment to "collect" themselves after yelling at the corpse like it could hear, but Taiga could still see the truth inside those eyes...

"But only if you keep your mouth shut and don't leave any open ends...

Then maybe I'll be nice and do ya a solid in return~

I really need this to go off without a hitch. But I'm sure the rest of the boys will listen to reason..."

As the fractured soul rambled off to the point of incoherence, Taiga's own fragmented self could see they were antsy and in a bit of a rush, but she honestly couldn't bring herself to care if their plan worked or not.

It most likely wouldn't. Especially with their attitude.

They seemed to react on impulse over rationality, and were hanging by a taut thread at this point.

But Taiga wouldn't dare test its strength.

Even if they seemed sloppy and blabbed about things they probably shouldn't...

People can surprise you.

She didn't feel bad for the dead man, or whoever this self-proclaimed newest mob boss was, though.

Did not feel an ounce of sadness for any of them.

Taiga could understand deep down. Really, she could.

But she was tired.

And she'd never excuse any of this shit.

She just wanted to be done with it all and go back to her happy life that she FINALLY achieved.

Even if Taiga was scared, she would fight tooth and nail each time that she needed to, to keep her life that way.

She didn't want to go against her morals, buy what else could she do here without getting murdered as well?

A voice inside her barely stuck in the thought of 'Maybe that would be for the best' before she smothered it back down inside of her.

As Taiga refocused enough, she agreed, much to the "mob boss'" delight.

And Taiga figured that she might as well try and go for it since they seemed serious in their own way.

If they were, and could somehow pull it off, then...

"Please... If it's not to much to ask..."

She forced herself to go on, despite feeling like she was choking on the vowels of her words.

"I would just want my identity, along with my friends', to be protected.

I know you know enough about me, and I'm done being used by others, and running.

I just want to live in peace.

That's all I ask of you."

She couldn't take it if some ignorant person called the government to run even more tests on her, etc.

She was lucky enough to escape all that, along with any other form of publicity really.

Taiga knew the "cosplay" and makeup excuses, along with any others, could potentially run its course but...

Couldn't she **please** at least just have a somewhat "regular" life for just a little longer?

"I'll take this to the grave."

Taiga looked up into those **icy** irises as they stared right back without a beat; her own now a slight shine of red to them at the intense emotions simultaneously flowing throughout her core.

"Done."

The churl raised a brow as they simply said that with a smirk.

Overall they seemed pleased it wasn't anything to do with money.

That was one thing.

But life isn't always so easy.

"Glad to see someone has a head on their shoulders."

Taiga heard but wasn't paying as much attention anymore. Not by choice, really. She was just losing even more of her nerve as the seconds ticked by.

She also had a feeling she'd be taken advantage of if they were given the chance, despite the words that were so slyly spoken.

Especially if their plan failed.

They didn't really even hide the slimy tone that made things obvious from the start...

Taiga usually preferred honesty without games beforehand, but she wasn't ready for this.

Then again, could she have ever been "ready?"

...

For now, she just shook their hand as her own was firmly grasped.

Taiga could've sworn she was shaking by now, but everything...

Even the air itself was too numbing against her skin.

It was all too much.

...Who cared...

It didn't take long for them to get situated and back in their driver's seat.

"I'll see you around, then...

Taiga."

As they gave a wave, they didn't bother to look back, but grinned wide before revving their engine and speeding off; dirt spraying from underneath the now perfect looking tires and almost hitting Taiga.

For once, her own nickname being spoken gave her more dread than her real name that she could barely ever stomach to hear.

As the crushing weight of paranoia fully engulfed her...

Taiga just started to head back to her cottage afterwards, before she had a meltdown outside; her movement akin to a zombie's.

The questions and doubts flowed free, like a dam was destroyed in her brain.

She couldn't bring herself to try and be positive anymore.

Taiga was currently alone, and too deep into this pit to climb out of on her own.

And as soon as she got into her bed and underneath the covers...

She sobbed.

#Well #that was sad #I'll leave it up to y'all on if she has a happy ending or not after all #Mika “Taiga” Taira #“Taiga”#Mika Taira #Taiga #Mika #Taira #OC #oc #writing #prompt #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompts

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Hi! Could I please request an sfw One Piece matchup with a male character?

My Name is Rachel, Im 18, and my pronouns are she/her. My zodiac sign is Taurus and Im a Gemini rising. I’m a really optimistic person, and I try to help others as much as I can! I’m good at giving advice, and making people feel better. I’m also very charismatic and very outgoing! I love trying out new activities, But, I can get impatient easily and I tend to be stubborn. I’m very affectionate and I tend to make sure that everyone around me is feeling alright before making sure that I am. Basically, I’m like the mom friend.

I’m 5’7, I have dark brown hair that is a couple inches past my shoulders, brown eyes and freckles across my nose.

I really enjoy fashion design. I love sewing and coming up with a new ideas of something I can make! I’m also really passionate about music. I’ve played piano since second grade, and it really helps me to express myself! Some of my other hobbies include baking, crocheting and shopping. My personal style is a kind of mix between softie and angelcore. I love clothes that are pink, ruffly or have some sort of lace on them. Some things I like include, pretty perfume bottles, flowers, and jewelry I have a huge sweet tooth, so I also really like desserts! I absolutely hate bugs.

Thank you so much!! ^^

Hi there! Ofc! You sound like such a kind person! And we have the same style! I love pink⁉️🙏

I think you belong with....

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Franky!

I think Franky would absolutely adore your optimistic, passionate, creative personality!

Franky is also very creative! So he would love to work with you on stuff if you're interested in that. Since he has his own work shop on the ship he would make sure you have a section for all your hobbies. That way y'all could spend quality time together.

Franky is definitely the person to try new activitys/ hobbies with! He is all for trying something new. And if you get stubborn about something not going right he would definitely help/tease you. He finds it cute.

He would love how affectionate you are. Always checking on him and the crew. Making sure he doesn't stay up to late in his work shop. And since you tend to put yourself before others he would make sure to take care of you.

And how you're the mom friend? He is literally the dad friend. He took care of the Franky family. If you would like kids when you're older then they would literally have the best parents ever. Like seriously. (I hope that's not weird to say!)

And if you want a partner that is taller then you then Franky is perfect! Cause it's hard to be taller then Franky! (7'5-10)

He would love to watch and help with your clothing designs. Making different gadgets for you. From a special pair of scissors or a sewing machine that is perfect for you! He would also rock whatever outfit you make. Even if it's a dress!

And music! Franky plays guitar! If you are ever interested in learning another instrument he would definitely build one for you. Or even build a piano for you! And if you would like to learn guitar he would definitely teach you how!

And your style with his would be so cute and funny. Giving very much princess Peach and bowser vibes! It would be like having your own personal guard dog. That style reminds me of a beautiful princess and he would definitely treat you like one.

When ever y'all get off at a knew island to go shopping if he sees a cute perfume or some jewelry that reminds him of you he would definitely buy it. Won't even think twice. Same with flowers. Every knew island y'all come across always means a new thing of flowers for you.

If you don't like store bought flowers and prefer to go out in nature and pick them yourself. He would most definitely go on walks with you. Carrying a cute basket or even carrying you if you got tired.

I can definitely imagine him putting together a cute picnic with your favorite flowers and desserts. He probably write you a low-key cringey love song on his guitar tho so watch out!!

Would probably ask sanji to let y'all have some time in the kitchen to bake together. Even though it would probably end up turning into a fight with flour or frosting. He would definitely wear one of those "kiss the chef" aprons.

And if you make clothes for him? He will DEFINITELY wear them. Like as soon as he finds out you design clothes he's begging for you to make him a outfit. Or for y'all to have matching outfits if you're into that!

I hate bugs too! Like I have a severe phobia?!? And he would most definitely take care of them for you. Even though he would probably say something dumb/silly like. "Your knight is shining armor is here to save you my lady!" and then just step on it or pick it up and release it somewhere. It would secretly boost his ego.

Over all yalls relationship would be full of love whether it platonic or dating! Ik he isn't very popular but he's one of my favorite characters!

I hope you liked it! Have a good day lovely!! ♥︎

SUPERRRRRRRRRRRRR

#franky head cannons #franky #one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece franky #matchup #matchups #Match up #Match ups #heeheemugee #♥︎#requests #request #superrrrr

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mcdgarroth · 1 year ago

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So sorry for the late response!! Unfortunately school doesn't give much time to talk about an old Minecraft roleplay. Very evil of them. My goodness you answered every question AND met the word count for most of them!! That is crazy!! Thank you SO much for taking the time to do this! Like I am so impressed...

I want to respond to as much as I can since you took the time to do all this, so this is also going to be a long response lol

I would like to think Laurance would survive, it would be a great ending for him after all that he has gone through. Such as, like you said, struggling with his Shadow Knight side. I think there was a good chance Jess would have killed him off, even if it wouldn't be the best narrative choice. However, I wouldn't be surprised if he managed to survive either. Also, thank you for mentioning that the reason he left wasn't out of jealously!! It definitely had to be the calling and him feeling himself losing control. Like that isn't even an interpretation it's canon lol. The last scene of season two is Laurance standing in front of the portal and saying that he has to answer the calling, something Vylad said he was struggling with even before he found out Aphmau is pregnant. Sasha asks "Is it getting that bad?" and when he doesn't respond, she says "I see, so she would be dead if you saw her again?" Like, it definitely wasn't jealously lol similar to the whole Garroth betrayal thing back in season 1. I refuse to believe he wasn't enchanted there.

I also don't think he would necessarily hurt her if he was her father, but I do think it would be better if he stayed out of her life just based on who he is as a person lol

Yes, I do believe it isn't as black and white when it comes to her being a good person or not. I see it as she's a good person who did bad things and lost her way, though I do understand why some people might view her as a bad person who has done good things. I don't think Irene necessarily deserved all of her titles, if not just for the fact that the title of goddess and having all those people worship you is too much weight for one person to bare. Anyone would have cracked under all that pressure.

Completely agree with you there!

I actually have an idea I want to share in a post later about museums in the future including stuff about the Divine Warriors and the Phoenix Drop crew (screw the whole "know one remembers the Phoenix Drop people in Mystreet because there were a lot of gods throughout time" excuse Jess said because that just doesn't make sense.)

I would have loved a Gene redemption. I'm not sure how well it would play out though. I would want his redemption to revolve around Dante, and they have a bunch of scenes together that would eventually lead with Gene finally realizing how wrong he was. But with how Jess usually writes things revolving around Aphmau, I have a feeling Aphmau would play a large role in his redemption if he had one and I don't think I would have liked that very much. But who knows, maybe it would have been done well. Has there been any redemption stories in the roleplays? Apart from Zane in Mystreet (which had involved Aphmau) there was Gene in Mystreet to who was better than his high school self, but we really don't see that progression because of the time skip.

I totally believe Zane has a soft spot for his mother, despite all his evilness.

9. Jess had made it canon that the two are connected and it sucks in my opinion :/ should have stayed separate.

10. Yes, it was 100% the calling. I'm glad most people seem to agree with that.

13. Katemau is so cute. I prefer other Aphmau ships over it, but I also very much like katemau lol. I can't see Zane being in love with anyone and I prefer if Sasha and Gene remain platonic, but I totally see where your getting at.

14. Yes. Aaron. Enough said there lol I think replacing his role with Katelyn is a very interesting idea! Katelyn would absolutely love to kick/kill Zane's ass lol

15. That's a unique perspective on their relationship! It would be nice to see them get along.

18. Even though you didn't say much, I completely agree. 100%

19. More! Of! Cadenza! Being! A! Big! Sister! And! Helping! Laurance! With! Shadow! Knight! Stuff! I completely agree with what you said here. And yes, she did have a guard as a shadow knight lol

Thank you again SOOOOO much for responding!! Sorry I didn't respond to every one, I just wanted to get this out there lol I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS!!!

Minecraft Diaries Focus Questions

Please respond within 150-500 words and reply to at least two of your peers (jk)

These are some questions I have about people’s opinions/predictions/interpretations that I’m really curious about!! Feel free to answer only one, a few, or all if that’s what you want, and answer in any way (reblog, reply, in the tags)

1. Do you think Laurance would have survived till the end of the series? What do you think his fate would have been if Jess continued? What would you want his fate to be?

2. Do you think Zane is Leona’s father? Would you think it’s a good plot point if he was?

3. Was Irene a good person? Do you think she was justified with her actions?

4. Do you think Shad is as evil as he is believed to be in the series? Do you think he is justified?

5. Do you think the Divine Warriors are gods or just humans with godlike powers? Are they humans who become gods?

6. Do you think Gene would have been redeemed if Jess continued? Would Dante forgive him? Would he forgive Dante? What do you think his fate would have been?

7. Is Zane capable of redemption in some way in your eyes? What do you think his fate would have been?

8. What characters do you think is the relic holder of each Divine Warrior, apart from the known ones? Would you have a different arrangement?

9. Was it a good idea to connect Mystreet and MCD together? Would you have preferred if they stayed separate universes?

10. Why do you think Zenix betrayed Phoenix Drop, was it the Calling? What would Zenix’s fate have been, and what would you have liked it to be? What do you think Garroth and his reunion would have been like?

11. Do you think Jeffory would have come back as a Shadow Knight at some point? Would you have liked it if he did?

12. What do you think would happen to the Shadow Knights after Shad is defeated? Would there be a difference between those that are immortal and those that aren’t?

13. What non-canon ship would you have loved to see, no matter how outlandish or obscure the character(s) are?

14. Is there any major character(s) that you feel is unnecessary to the plot? Is there any minor character(s) that you feel should have played a bigger role?

15. What do you think of the relationships between the Ro’meave brothers? What dynamic would you have liked to see between Vylad and Zane?

16. Do you think Garte is alive? What would you like his fate to be?

17. Do you think Kenmur’s death was a good plot point? Would you have preferred if he stayed alive?

18. What do you think of the personality changes from MCD to Mystreet?

19. They mention Cadenza has magicks that relates to the Nether portals but never really utilize this. What do you wish they had done with this information?

20. Many people have well established rewrites for MCD. Because of this, would you still want Jess to continue MCD, even though it will most likely go in a direction we wouldn’t like? For example, she would most likely focus more on the relationship between Aaron and Aphmau in her rewrite. Would this still be something worth seeing or have you grown content with the unfinished series?

Thank you so much to anyone who answers!

Edit: my dumb butt mixed up the numbering and had put 11 twice lol. I fixed it by combining the Zenix questions together, so I’m sorry if question 10 is very wordy :)

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