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h1nanii · 2 months ago

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Silent tunes, played by you.

[CH1] [CH2] [CH3]

(Sanji x Deaf!Reader | F!Reader) inspired by the 2004

Japanese Drama "Orange Days".

[Fluff, Angst, maybe smut as the story progresses.]

Genre: Romance, Drama, Adventure, Slice of Life (with canon-verse context)

Setting: Post-Enies Lobby, during the "calm" moments on the Thousand Sunny

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Deaf!Female Reader (former musician)

Inspiration: Orange Days (2004 Japanese Drama)

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The next morning came heavy with memory.

Sanji stood at the sink in the galley, hands braced against the edge of the counter, the steady drip of water the only sound in the room.

He hadn’t slept again.

The echo of your kiss was still on his lips. Not warm. Not romantic.

Desperate.

It hadn’t been meant to make him feel good.

It had been meant to make him feel.

And it had worked.

He remembered the way your hands had clutched his shirt, the tremble in your breath, the sheer pain etched across your face. You had given him something sacred. Something raw.

And then you’d walked away.

Now he stood in your silence, wondering what the hell to do with it.

You didn’t avoid him that day.

But you didn’t speak, either.

Not in sign.

Not in touch.

Not in notes.

You just moved through the ship like someone walking through thick fog, eyes unfocused, shoulders slightly hunched as if protecting something precious—and still bleeding.

Sanji watched you from a distance.

Until he couldn’t anymore.

—

He found you on the upper deck that afternoon, sitting with your violin case closed beside you.

He didn’t rush over this time.

He walked up slowly. Deliberately.

Then knelt in front of you, one knee to the deck, eyes low.

Not pleading.

Just… present.

When you finally looked at him, he held your gaze for a long time.

Then lifted his hands.

“Why did you kiss me?”

Your stomach dropped.

Not because you were afraid.

Because you weren’t ready.

Not for this.

But his hands didn’t move again. He didn’t ask more. He didn’t assume. He didn’t guess.

He waited.

You closed your eyes.

The sea filled the space between you.

Wind tangled in your hair.

Your hands moved slowly.

“Because it was the only sound I had left.”

He blinked.

“I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t cry out. I couldn’t tell you to stop asking me for something I can’t give you.”

Your hands trembled as you signed.

“So I kissed you. Because I needed you to understand how much it hurt.”

Sanji’s face softened with something too big for words.

He reached for your hand.

Stopped.

Waited.

You didn’t pull away.

So he held it. Gently. Just that.

“I do understand.” His fingers moved slowly. “Now I do.”

Tears filled your eyes—but you didn’t look away.

You let him see you.

And in that fragile moment, there was no music.

No voice.

No notes.

No heat.

Just a human ache.

And two people holding it together.

That night, you sat in the galley together.

You with your journal.

Sanji with his cigarette untouched, burning out in the ashtray beside him.

You didn’t sign again.

But before you went to bed, you left a page torn and folded on the counter.

He opened it.

And read:

I kissed you because it hurt too much to hold it in.

But I think I’ll kiss you again someday.

Because I want to.

——

Time passed like the sea: steady, moody, always moving.

You and Sanji found a rhythm that needed no words.

He learned your language. Not just the signs, but your silences. Your pauses. The way your eyes darted when something upset you, the subtle shifts of your shoulders when you were tired or overwhelmed. He noticed everything.

You let him.

And somewhere in the quiet, you started to smile again.

Not just polite smiles.

Real ones.

The kind that curved your whole face and crinkled your nose and made Sanji forget whatever he’d been cooking mid-stir.

You didn’t kiss again—not yet.

But there were moments.

Moments when your fingers brushed as you passed plates.

Moments when your head leaned on his shoulder in the sun.

Moments when he made dishes just for you and waited until you signed “delicious” before he took his first bite.

The crew noticed.

Zoro grumbled.

Nami smirked.

Luffy asked once, “Are you guys married yet?”

You only laughed silently.

Sanji turned bright red.

——

One night, after a shared dessert and two cups of jasmine tea, you finally signed:

“Next island. Will you go on a date with me?”

He looked at you like you’d just lit the stars, immediately raising his hands to respond.

“Yes.”

Then again, slower.

“I’d go anywhere with you.”

——

It was a small port town, tucked between a lush green coast and pale cliffs. White stones paved the walkways. Wildflowers grew in the cracks. The air smelled like citrus and salt.

Sanji was the first to go ashore for the usual safety sweep.

“Just a quick check,” he told you that morning, brushing a hand briefly against your arm as he passed. “Be back before the tea gets cold.”

You watched him from the deck of the Sunny, arms tucked around yourself, heart drumming harder than it had in months.

You’d planned it.

You didn’t know if you could do it—but today felt right.

He stepped onto the stone road, a few yards away, eyes sweeping the alleyways with practiced calm.

You stood at the rail.

And you breathed.

In.

Out.

Steady.

Then, almost without realizing it, your lips parted—

And you called.

“…Sanji.”

The sound was soft.

Unsteady.

A breath laced with air and tremor and fear.

You didn’t know what it sounded like.

You didn’t need to.

You felt it in your throat. Your chest. Your ribs.

His name.

He stopped walking.

His back straightened.

Then—slowly—he turned.

His eyes searched the deck until they found you.

You saw the change happen in real time.

His mouth fell open.

He froze.

Then—he took a step back toward the ship. Then another.

You were still holding the railing, both hands white-knuckled.

He was at the gangplank now. You hadn’t moved.

He said something you couldn’t hear, but his lips shaped your name.

You stepped back.

He climbed aboard.

You were trembling, lips parted, heart trying to beat its way out of your ribs.

And Sanji stopped just short of you. Arms at his sides. Breathing too fast.

“Did you—” His voice was hoarse. “Say my name?”

You nodded once. Slowly.

“I didn’t hear it,” you signed, your hands shaking. “But I… I needed you to know.”

Sanji blinked hard, jaw tight.

Then he laughed.

One small, strangled sound. Half-joy, half-heartbreak.

“I heard it,” he whispered. “I heard you.”

And then something broke.

In both of you.

Because this wasn’t just a name. It wasn’t a sound. It was trust—fragile and trembling and holy.

You stepped toward him.

He didn’t move, didn’t breathe.

And then—your fingers slid up, gently, to the collar of his coat.

Your hand trembled at his jaw.

And when you rose on your toes and kissed him—

—he melted.

Not into hunger.

But relief.

His arms came around you, slowly, carefully, like he was afraid to press too hard and shatter the moment.

He kissed you like a man who had waited for the storm to pass.

Soft. Reverent. Deep.

And when you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your cheek.

“You called my name,” he murmured.

And you smiled—tears on your lashes, nose brushing his.

“I wanted you to know I could.”

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novemberheart · 1 year ago

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Thank you for the support on the last post! Here’s Chapter two!

Chapter 1 <- Chapter 2 -> Chapter 3

{overview} It’s move in day!

{Warnings} Female reader, poly relationship (the gay kind), light pricexghost and Gaz/Soap banter, Ghost already being a bit of a softie

The aggressive grind of the bandsaw covered the sound of approaching footsteps. Yet the tingle behind Simon’s neck was all he needed to know someone was there. He removed his foot from the pedal, shutting the machine off. He slid his safety glasses up to his head as the work shed door clanked open. He needed to grease the hinges.

“How’d it go?” He asked, leaning his back against the worktop. John shrugged, a pleased expression on his face.

“Good.” Price responded, leaning back across from him. “She seems like a good girl. It’ll only be for about a month anyway. And you know how it is, one- if not all of us will get shipped off sometime.” He sighed rubbing a hand over his face. Simon clicked his tongue in agreement.

“The boys like her?”

“I hear wedding bells.” John teased, causing both men to chuckle. “They like her.” He affirmed. “Would’ve been nice if you’d join us.” He continued slowly. John extended his leg so it pressed against Simon’s. A small action to show he meant to harm. Simon pressed further into Price, clearing his throat softly.

“Wouldn’t have mattered. Johnny already seemed hell bent on helpin’ her out, and you know if Johnnys thinkin’ it, Kyle is too.” Simon suddenly stood straight up, bending forward so his palms rested right next to John. “And you can never say ‘no’ to them.” He murmured, his cheek brushing against John’s.

Price let out a strangled gasp-laugh of sorts, his hand flattening against Simon’s chest pushing him away. “I can’t say ‘no’ to them?” He accused. “Tell me, what have you been up to in here?”

“Making another planter box for Kyle.” Simon responded quickly, a playful spark lighting up his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“I thought there was four of them?” You questioned absentmindedly, adjusting yourself so you sat on your knees. Today was move in day and Kate was helping you pack what little belongings you had. She paused, all her attention on the task at hand- folding one of your t-shirts. She has always been a perfectionist.

“Yeah there is. You haven't met Simon yet. He’s a good guy, just a bit”- she trailed off, refolding another one of your items.

“Shy?” You leant.

“Sure we’ll go with that.” She sighed.

“I thought he was the mean one.” Kate’s wife, Robin interjected from over the phone. Your eyes widened and you turned over your shoulder to look at Kate.

“No I didn’t mean that- I hadn’t even met him when I heard that. He’s not mean, I just didn’t have a word for it at the time.”

“Do you have a word for it now?” You pressed. Robin giggled from over the phone. Kate opened and closed her mouth a few times.

“No- but he’s not as mysterious and complex as he likes to think.” Kate confessed. “My advice would just be to steer clear of him, you’ll only be there for a month anyways.”

“You’re making him sound scary.” Robin whispered harshly. You nodded your head in agreement.

“He won’t do anything to you.” Kate said firmly. There were times when you forgot what Kate did for a living. You forgot the emotional and physical turmoil she goes through on a day to day basis. She was protecting Simon. Her tone shooing off any idea that he was a bad man. You wondered what it would be like to have that type of bond with someone. A bond that is forged out of otherworldly trauma. Yet, you should be grateful you don’t have a tie like that. ‘Well there’s always tomorrow’ you thought to yourself. You shook that idea away. “We should get going. Love you, Honey.” Kate held the phone up to her chin, making a kiss noise into the speaker. Robin blew a raspberry.

“Bye Aunt Ro!” You shouted.

“Bye, lovie! And good luck!”

All in all you had three boxes. You never bothered to put any money into your place, knowing the likely consequences. When you and Kate pulled up to the house, John and Jonny were waiting for you.

“That’s it?” John asked, already opening the car door.

“Yeah. You don’t have to do that. That one’s heavy”- You stopped yourself as he picked up the box with one arm supporting it.

“Nonesense bon. Can’t have the neighbors thinking we aren’t gentlemen.” Johnny grinned also lifting a box like it was full of helium.

“Thank you.” You spoke sincerely. They nodded practically jogging back to the house.

“Don’t bother with things like that. They are pains in the butt- all of them, but they do get a weird satisfaction out of lifting heavy things. And opening jars.” Kate snickered. “Help me with this one?” You and Kate made it to the porch by the time Johnny came bounding back.

“The neighbors!” He scolded. “Let me help you with that box!” He yelled, taking a quick look around like the neighbors would be judging him from their windows. You and Kate both laughed and his face beamed. “You’ve got a pretty smile, bon.” Johnny blurted.

“You too.” It came out before you could stop it. It was the truth- one that you wished you hadn’t admitted. The last thing you needed was a flirting match on your first day. He said nothing, but Kate rolled her eyes at the noticeable pep in his step.

“Here’s this.” She handed you a key card to get into the housing area. “I transferred it to your name, but it’s old and the only one I could find so it might take a few times before it opens the gate. You’ll have access to the pool, gym and the clubhouse area. John said you can borrow one of their keys for the time being.” She gave you a soft smile, before wrapping her arms tightly around your shoulders.

It suddenly dawned on you this was goodbye. She was heading back home and you were going to be here, by yourself. You winced and held her just as tight. “Be a good girl.” She whispered. You nodded your head, thanking her heavily.

“Bye boys!” She yelled through the doorway.

“You’re not staying.” Kyle spoke peering his head from around the corner. It was like the same realization dawned on them. No more Laswell= no more buffer. She shook her head, heading down the porch. You watched her as she hopped into the drivers seat. Her movements were eager. You couldn’t blame her. She missed Robin desperately.

“Everything okay?” You jumped at Kyle’s voice, but quickly threw on a smile. You couldn’t not seem grateful.

“Yeah, just going to be weird not seeing her all the time.” You took a few cautious steps into the house. Even though it would be “yours” for the next month it still felt wrong entering without a direct invitation. Kyle nodded his head in understanding.

“Ready for the rest of the tour?” He smiled, wiggling a brow at you.

Next to the dining room was a bathroom. Next to the bathroom, close to the entryway was a downstairs office, which you were politely asked not to enter. You are more than willing to comply. Past the bathroom and dinning room was the mudroom and back door. These men were active and there was evidence of almost every hobby you could think of. The backyard was breathtaking. Plush outdoor seating (handmade from wood thank you Simon), a fire pit, barbecue, another wood table with chairs for outdoor dinning and last but not least a picture perfect garden. You just wanted to sprawl out in the grass and soak up the sun. You’re sure they would let you. In the far right hand corner there was a medium sized shed, painted black. “That’s Simon’s workshop.” Kyle had explained.

Up the stairs was another “office” type room. But this one was for play- not work. An air hockey table, a projector, the largest bean bags you’ve ever seen in your life, a wall with video games, movies and boardgames.

“Can this be my room?” You pleaded.

“You can come in there whenever you want.” Kyle promised. “Me and Johnny would enjoy the company.” Your stomach fluttered at smoothness of his voice. You wished you could record it for nights you had trouble sleeping. Next to the game room was another bathroom- this time a full one with a nicely sized tub and shower combo. “This’ll be your bathroom.”

It was as carefully decorated as the rest of the house. “You’ll share it with me and Johnny. Don’t worry he’s house trained.”

“Over here is your room.” Kyle presented. “It’s the plainest room in the house, but we rarely have people over.”

It was plain, but there was still a warmth to it. The thing that caught your eyes first was the large window overlooking into your surrounding neighbors backyard. Good thing you love to people watch. Your bed was in the center of the room with a plush white comforter and equally sinkable pillows. The closet was across from the bed with a sliding door. Your boxes were placed neatly in front of the window. “Oh and.” Kyle began. He took a few steps into your room, signaling for you to follow. He shut the door, leaving the two of you alone in your new bedroom.

“Simon installed this. We told him about the break ins- hope that was okay and he took it upon himself to install this bad boy, so you’d feel more comfortable.”

It was a swing lock, one that could only be opened from the inside. A soft gasp left your throat. “That’s so kind.” You whispered.

“Don’t make too big of a deal out of it.” It was a light warning. “He gets flustered easily.” You giggled, trying to suppress the tears building up in your eyes. You wanted to meet Simon now more than ever. Laswell was right- he wasn’t mean in the slightest. Next to your bedroom was another bedroom and across from it was the master bedroom.

“There’s only three rooms?” You hummed. “I’m not stealing someone room am I?” You doubted it with how unused your room look. Kyle shifted on his feet, his hand scratching the back of his neck. Laswell must’ve not given you ‘the talk’.

“Me and Johnny share that room.” Kyle said slowly. “Cap’ and Simon share that one.” He pointed towards the master bedroom.

“Oh!” You chirped. He could tell by your face you still didn’t catch on to what he was hinting at. In your mind they were all so close anyways, why wouldn’t they share a room? He sighed, but felt like it might be better for you to catch on naturally than for him to make it sound like a big deal. I mean it wasn’t like they were going to have an orgy in front of you.

“You hungry? It’s a nice day out. Cap’ usually throws something on the Barbecue.” Kyle offered already turning towards the stairs.

“That would be alright?” You questioned slowly. Kyle’s face softened.

“Course. Besides Johnny needs a new tennis partner.”

“What happened to the old one?”

“He’s a big ol’ cheater. No one wants to play him anymore.”

As promised John was just setting up his area and Johnny was bouncing a tennis ball against the side of the house.

“You play, bon?” It was a simple question, but it felt as if he was persuading you.

“I heard you cheat.” You felt as though you could be playful with him. His eyes scrunched in challenge.

“That’s what he’s been feedin’ you, hmm? Well bon, I have never cheated a day in my life. They just can’t wrap their heads around losing every time. It’s a coping mechanism.” He smirked. John shot a glare over his shoulder and Kyle shook his head quickly.

“Liar and a cheat.” Kyle yelped dodging a neon ball.

“I’ll go easy.” Johnny had turned his attention back to you.

Your hands twisted in your shirt. “Alright.” You sighed.

He did go easy on you. A part of you wondered if he was bored, the ball bouncing back and forth between the two of you at a snails pace. Yet every time you caught his gaze his face would express there was no where else he’d rather be. Well, you’re sure that wasn’t true. He was a people person. He made whoever he was interacting with feel like they were the only person in the world. Kyle had a similar effect. Though his was less assertive. With Johnny you would get attention, but with Kyle held back just enough to where you wanted it. Even now as your eyes carefully watched the ball they couldn’t help but drift over to him, sitting in the lawn chair keeping score.

You missed the ball.

“That was a record.” Kyle boasted, clapping his hands together. “15 passes in a row.”

“What’s the score though?” Johnny insisted.

“I don’t know, mate. 29 love.” Kyle shrugged. Johnny rolled his eyes.

“You won Johnny. Don’t worry.” You soothed.

“Didn’t make it easy, bon.”

He was competitive. You wondered how many fights had to be broken up in the game room.

“Foods just about ready, Johnny go get Simon.” You perked up in your chair.

“Yes sir, yes sir.” Johnny mocked stomped off, back into the house.

“You take cheese on your burger?” John asked. Your stomach had been growling for the past fifteen minutes. You quickly nodded. “We usually have chips but someone ate them as a midnight snack.” John chided placing a large plate of burgers in the center table.

“Simon too.” Kyle muttered, getting up heading back inside the house.

“How do you like your room, honey?” John asked, closing the grill top.

“I love it. It’s like a hotel.” You beamed. John’s lips quirked up into a smile.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Thank you again. You’re doing more than just giving me a place to stay.” You didn’t go into depth, but you could tell by the way his eyes softened that he knew what you meant.

The door slid open. Kyle came out with his arms full of condiments and two bags of potato chips or “crisps” as John called them. Johnny bounded out not soon after with a jug of soda and five cups balancing in his hand.

“Drink soda, Bon?”

“Umm not usually this late. I’m a wimp when it comes to caffeine.” You admitted.

“So what do you drink?” Johnny continued.

“Uh water.” You smiled sheepishly.

“That’s a new concept to him.” Kyle chuckled.

“I’ll go get it.” You took a glass and stood up. “Do you have any filtered? If not tap is fine.”

“There’s a pitcher in the fridge.” John answered. You slid the door open once more heading past the mudroom and slightly down the hall to turn into the kitchen.

You nearly dropped your glass at the large figure leaning against the kitchen island. He wasn’t much bigger than the others, but he looked more out of place.

“Hello.” You greeted. “Simon?” You asked slowly. He was handsome. You wished this group would make a calendar. They’d be sold out in no time. He looked about the same age as John. He had a beard trimmed close to his face, leaving enough of his strong jaw on display. His nose was a bit crooked and bumpy- must come with the job. His hair was honey ginger and cropped. But the thing that caught your attention first, and held it, were his eyes. A deep chestnut color, with absolutely no emotion it made you shudder.

Your name left his lips in a gravel breath.

“Yes.” You responded in an instant. “Just came in to get some water.” You stammered. He fixed his posture so he wasn’t blocking the way to the fridge. You grabbed the pitcher, almost overflowing your cup from the speed of the water. “Thank you for my lock.” You blurted. You peaked at him from over your shoulder. Turning your body to face his felt like too much of a commitment.

“Welcome.” He replied bluntly. “Sorry that happened to you.” He added. He cleared his throat, not turning back as he headed to the backyard.

So far, so good.

Hope you liked this next chapter. I personally believe that Ghost would not wear his mask in his home- or anywhere other than on the field or when he is physically on base. A man walking around town with a skull mask is much more likely to drawn attention- which is the last thing he wants. I also believe that Simon is a ginger 🙊🧡 based off of his two seconds without his mask on. Anywayysss This description isn’t set in stone and you are always welcome to think your own thoughts 🥰

See you next time!

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alexa-yukiyu · 1 year ago

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Could I request child reader where she ate the devil fruit that turns her into a spotted rusted cat( it's one of the smallest cats in the world, they grow up to 5'9 to 11 inches) i think it would be fun seeing her on whitebeards ship. Just a tiny kitty running around the deck, she was in her cat form and kinda dozed off. Maybe in a crate of supplies

Please just whitebeard holding this tiny kitten in his palm or by the scruff by the neck. She just turns back into a Human. She just feral because she's an orphan and looks after herself. She isn't scared to bite and scratch.

Claws out (Whitebeard pirates x f!Cat!reader)

Pt 2

A/N Guys I COOKED here, I have like one curse word here so be on the lookout for that, I also had to tease our favorite Freckled man on his origins on the Moby dick, just had to. Also double post today since I have homework I have been pushing back and have to do tomorrow so im not sure if I can upload tomorrow so wanted to feed you guys before

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which means Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“How was the mission, Thatch?” Izou asked, walking next to his brother

“Ace and I rounded em in no time; he replied, making his way into the kitchen

“They never stood a chance,” said commander pipes in

“You should have- Is that a cat?” he asks, interrupting his statements as he glances at the feline freely dozing off on top of his kitchen’s oven

“Not again! Hey! Up and at’ em! Skedaddle!”

Dokusha opens her eyes as the sound of screams directed her way abruptly wakes her up, narrowing her eyes and hissing at the commanders

She shifts into her human form, taking a defensive position, ready to pounce on the two strangers

“Who are you?”

“Woah! It talks?” Ace asked his brother in disbelief with a broad smile

“Golly, Looks like it’s a zoan type,” Thatch says, glancing at the girl on his counter

“I don’t think she likes us,” Izou says, matching the stare of the stowaway and narrowing his eyes

“Get closer, and I'm clawing your eyes out,” she hisses

“Well, someone is grumpy,” Ace says, chuckling as he holds his hands up

“Now, aint that cute?” Thatch says with a small smile

“Hey, lil lady, how about you get off the counter, and we can talk things out?”

“How about you fuck off?”

“Aww, don’t talk like that lil’ one. Ya hurting my feelings,” Thatch says, smirking as he tries to come closer to the girl

“Careful, Thatch, this one is rather feisty,” Izou says

“Don’t worry, he can handle it,” Ace says, also coming closer

“Get the hell away from me!”

Ace and Thatch look at each other, smirking as they try to approach the girl

“Don’t be like that kitty, I just want to get to know ya,” Thatch says, trying to take another step forward

They hiss at him, pouncing on him

Thatch laughs easily, taking hold of her wrists and trapping her against him, bringing her closer to his chest, effectively hugging her trapped

“Sorry, Pumkin’, it’s gonna take a little bit more than that to take me down.”

Izou quickly steps close to the two, snapping a sea stone bracelet on her wrist

She frowns as her claws go back to normal, effectively leaving her defenseless, struggling against the hold Thatch had on her

Thatch keeps holding her close, ignoring her struggles with a grin on his face

“Quite the wild one,” Sighs Izou, glancing at the girl and ignoring the constant hisses and struggles

“Reminds me of yer early days, Ace,” Thatch laughs

“You think so?”

A smirk was visible on Ace’s face at this, and he replied with a sarcastic tone of voice

“I reminded you of a cat?”

“A dejected one, always trying to get to Pops,” Izou comments

“I was not a dejected cat! If anything, I was a fierce one.”

“If ya say so, Ace,” Thatch says with a grin on his face

“Let me go you lowlifes!” she continues hissing and struggling, unable to move and trapped in his grip

“Quit your bellyachin; we’re not even tryin’ to hurt you,” Thatch says, still holding her in his grasp

“Come on, we just want to talk,” Ace says

“Let’s talk without these on then,” she growls, gesturing to the bracelet now bound around her wrist

“Sorry, the bracelet stays on,” Izou says, smiling

“We should take her to Pops, see what he wants to do,” Ace comments, glancing at the cat girl, frowning when he notices the various scratches littering her skin

“We should also have Marco take a look at her.”

“Let me go, you giant troll!”

Currently, Dokucha had found herself once again under the hands of the pirates, held by the scruff of her shirt and under the scrutiny of the captain, who simply watched her with a laugh

“Well, aren’t you a squirmy one?” Whitebeard grins as the girl continues to struggle in his hands

“She does remind me of you, boy.”

“Not this again, Pops; I was not this bad, was I ?”

“You were, went at it hundreds of times before you came around,” Laughs Vista, looking at the Flame man

“Let me down!”She yells, continuing to struggle in the hands of the large pirate, now starting to kick her legs in the direction of the large pirate

“So what do we do with this one?” Ace asks

“Take her to Marco; it seems she’s in a rough shape,” he said, placing her down

“After she has been patched up, you can show her where she’ll be sleeping; you will have to take turns watching this one.”

“Will do Pops”

She takes advantage of the small handoff and makes a dash for one of the Junior Boats

“Woah there, slow down, Madam, you’re not going nowhere but the medic bay,” says Vista, quickly taking hold of the woman, making his way to the clinic with her

“Let me go, you damn brute!”

“Brute? I’ll have you know I'm far from a brute, Madam,” he retorts

“Don’t let her get to you, Vista; you know how the new ones are,” Izou pipes in, walking next to the swordsman

“I swear I will claw your heart out once I get off these!” Dokucha growls, pulling at the restraints that now held her to the examination table

“I apologize for the restraints, but I really need to take a look at you; you have wounds that need attention, and you are at risk of an infection if they are not taken care of-yoi, please understand” sighs Marco

“How did you get all of these wounds-yoi?” Marco asked curiously once she had stopped struggling

“I don’t need to answer that,” She hisses through gritted teeth, glaring at him, trying her hardest to keep her arms from pulling at the restraints

“You certainly don’t, and no one here will force you to; we just want to help you, is all; it’s the least you could do, seeing as you are a stowaway in our ship-yoi.”

She remains quiet for a few moments after that comment

“You don’t want to talk about it, right?” Marco asks, tilting his head to the side as he takes down notes about her condition

And the many scars she had

“That’s fine; you can speak when you feel more comfortable-yoi.”

“It’s none of your business,” she mumbles

“Alright, I won’t pry then-yoi,” he replies, taking down more notes before speaking again

“Do you feel anything weird lately? Like an uneasy sensation, headaches, fatigue, or anything similar-yoi?” he questions, glancing up when he receives no response

“Let’s do something. You seem to have calmed down, so answer me the question, and I‘ll get those restraints off-yoi.”

“I have been getting fatigued lately, lots of headaches,” she mutters

“See? Not so hard now, was it-yoi?” he said, taking notes of her comments, placing the clipboard down, and snapping off her restraints

She rubs at her wrists once they have been removed

“And the sea stone?”

“We’ll keep that on until we are sure you’re not a danger to anyone on board-yoi,” Marco replies, looking up at her

“Tell me more about those headaches-yoi. Are they the throbbing type? Do they come and go?”

“No, it’s pulsating and constant.”

“And the fatigue?”

“Constant, I always feel tired and end up dozing off.”

“Have you been eating?”

“I don’t have the liberty to eat as I please,” she growls

“Been struggling lately?”

“I have since my folks were killed.”

He glances up at her

“I ‘m sorry for your loss.”

“…I appreciate that.”

He smiles, ruffling her head

“There you go, you can relax her. None of us mean any harm-you”

Be pauses as he hears a rumbling sound, his smile growing into a wide grin

“Are you purring-yoi?”

She blushes, slapping his hand away

“No!”

This has potential for a part 2 doesn’t it 👀 okay so I feel like I always start it in the supply room so I decided to switch things up and started up in the kitchen this time, spice things up a bit ��🏽

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

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twojastarakoparaxo · 26 days ago

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HOT TAKE

90% (That is not a literal calculation, no im not the whole 10%) of this fandom refuses to see it for what it actually is and instead mcu-fiy it into found family sunshine and rainbows.

At least I will be talking about Adler, Bell, And their ship because that’s the most popular thing here on Tumblr

Exit: I’m gonna highlight the things that I noticed majority didn’t read and add explanations.

Another edit so don’t be surprised it changed

If my wording of “you” In this post is mean to you, then i’m sorry but that’s just the way I write, It doesn’t mean it’s pinpointed at you, whoever you are, it just means i’m speaking to a group. I’m not gonna rewrite the whole post because then it wouldn’t make sense just to make it sound, i don’t know, scientific, If I talk about an oc or adler and you too have an oc or your own version of adler and know you can differentiate your version from canon then, again, it’s f i n e

(disclaimer i know it’s FANFICTION it’s for FUN and yadayadayada But At some point there’s a boarder between fanfiction/ fun and straight up micharacterisation and changing literally everything, again, Mcu-fiying.)

(Explanation- I’m not saying that’s the only way of enjoying a fandom. I’m saying there are multiple, you guys act like Everyone have to micharacterise and that’s the only way to enjoy a fandom, or like I said the only way to enjoy a fandom is the opposite, I POINTED my opinion that you don’t have to agree with)

BELL

(and their involment as they are actually in the whole post)

Whatever some may like it or not, Bell has canon, Bell was Perseus second in command, And however you want to think they did nothing wrong or whatever, It’s straight up not true to THE CANON.

The whole group

and i mean WHOLE would know who Bell is and what their purpose is. Like Do we realise how high the stakes are in this mission? its not fun and games? They all HAD to know who they are working with for the mission to be successful or at least have a lot higher chance of being successful. If Sims knew why Woods, Lazar and Mason wouldn’t know? It wouldn’t make sense. No mason would not kidnap Bell to live with them in a hut in alaska or whatever I saw people say, Sure Mason was put through brainwash, sure he could feel a bit bad because someone went through what he did but that doesn’t mean he would love bell or feel so SO bad for them. Because let’s not forget, Just because bell was brainwashed doesn’t mean all their deeds magically disappeared! They had to climb the organisation ladder for years to end up being the SECOND IN COMMAND! They didn’t wake up one day and decided they will Become Perseus’s right hand and puff they automatically did. And if your oc did than it makes zero sense sorry

(No I’m not saying every oc that doesn’t stick to canon is bad, If you admit your oc has nothing to do with canon that’s why they automatically became second in command or aren’t even second in command but someone different then it’s fine it’s not about you)

ADLER

Most biggest problem here is Adler’s mischaracterising, And no I don’t give a f about “interpretation” because i think some people don’t understand what interpretation means atp, with interpretation you work with what you have and add things based on what is given to you. You don’t come up with a whole different meaning for something that a base of is shown to you. And sure as hell It makes no sense to come up with things like Adler being a scientist who was the only person working on bell, Or that he is obsessed with the single mission out of hundreds he did, or whatever.

Yes this one is very harsh but after that interpretation part I literally point about stuff that are canon to the game so

If i need to remind, Adler has no collage degree he canonically enlisted the army at 18 years old, And NO he did not brainwash Bell himself like.

A group of scientists had to brainwash him. Adler was only doing what he was told to do, also a reminder PARK was taking a part in it too, like i’m so sick of people hating Adler but loving Park. Your girl is the same amount of guilty as he is and why are we forgetting that.

Also changing his entire personality to match some twinkle dinkle femboy * (I appologise if that’s an actual word i thought i made it up, but from decency i’m not gonna cover that up and leave it so one one’s gonna tell me i am covering that up) , Emo Machoman, Submissive Malewife (sometimes femboy too), Actual crazy man that needs to be in a psychic ward, Bell lover or whatever the hell people can make him out,

examples are clear exaggerations are are not meant to be taken 100% deadass

Come on. Do you Actually like the character or you just like your imaginary version of him?

And if you can admit that you left nothing from his actual personality and your adler is just a copy of a Cold war Character Named the same than I have no problem with you, because at least you’re honest,

but if you think that femboy is adler then. no. Sorry.

Like From what i saw it’s Mostly going with him from one extreme to another, Like I swear it’s not hard to use your eyes and actually see how a character is acting and based on that, how would they react in other situations not shown to you directly.

Explenation- No it’s NOT about art i never even thought about any art in this post, Again I talked about it as being a GOOD option to ALSO choose when being in a fandom For so long.

ADBELL

Coming to his relation with Bell it’s the same,

Again, I don’t care if you can admit Your Adbell has nothing to do with actual game and is only for your own personal enjoyment,

But if you think they are the same characters in the game? Did we play the same game, Like i’m tired of acting like this is the only fandom in which It’s okay to just straight up play the game with eyes closed and earplugs in. First of all, Adler would have to be the sickest man on earth wanting to be in a relation with his own victim. Like what in Killing stalking is this.

(Like just because it’s fiction it doesn’t mean we cannot use our synapses and brain cells to see how things would work in real life, Just because it’s fiction doesn’t mean it’s only purpose is to alter it beyond recognition, some people actually like seeing fiction as how it would be if it was real life without extremes)

see the word ONLY. here? That means that besides altering there are different ways to enjoy fiction THATS what i meant, not that the only holy way is to stick to the canon, but that sticking to the canon is also available.

So now from THE GAME not interpretation but what is shown. Adler and Bell starts actually talking from february 23th to march 15. Not even a month. i’m not counting The month of brainwashing because, why would I? During that time, Of course, They are gonna be quite nice to bell, Of course Adler is gonna encourage Bell that they are doing good, WHAT ELSE WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO. again, THEY ARE AT THE BRICK OF WORLD WAR. Do you think Adler is stupid enough to let his feelings out that he doesn’t like bell (or just is neutral, for sure he doesn’t have huge love for them!) ruin the entire mission? Sorry but the interpretation “He was nice because he liked them” Is just dumb, Because we are forgetting they are grown ass people in the military? In military you work together, there is no place for “I don’t like him/her” No matter what you feel for anyone, You work together or you die. So of course no one is gonna risk to show anything negative towards bell, They aren’t even quite stable enough that’s why most of them tip toe around bell at first because they are scared that something’s gonna switch in their brain and the entire mission is gonna go to waste.

Explanation- I don’t know if anyone have seen this as an attack but that’s just the most logical way of explaining what is happening in the game so I don’t know what you can have a problem here if you do write a COMMENT

Okay but “Bell thought they knew Adler for years” ( I’m not quoting anyone this is a made up argument by me against what i am saying) And for how long did they thought that? again, A month. And during that month they only had missions to take apart in, so not much to spend time in itself, and i’m quite sure they were still closely watched during any interactions to make sure the mission is still gonna work.

Now the ending, Sure Bell helped them, No matter what the explanation to it would be. Maybe They felt guilty or something maybe after all that brainwash they realised nuking the world isn’t the best idea and they don’t want that anymore, But they still were a horrible person. And coming to the end of the game, Is it seriously not obvious why Bell dies? Like yes they pull Bell out of the rubble because they can’t risk Bell running away, their literal US walking war crime? Of course they have to Kill Bell because bell is a proof of their dirty secret and inhumane treatment? Bell HAD to go there is literally no other option in any reality because If they don’t US is literally in a threat rn. No it wasn’t a quick decision Adler made, no he didn’t do that just because I am more than sure that was the exact plan from the beginning.

So yeah, I’m sorry, But That ship in any possible way is just wrong, No i’m not saying “Grrr dark ships are forbidden” A dark ship is okay as long as we aren’t changing characters literal personalities so this ship can exist in the first place. again. You Can have a toxic ship if you aren’t changing the CHARACTERS AND THEIR CIRCUMSTANCES.

explenation- This is my personal opinion, if you don’t agree, and want to write about it, Write to me why you don’t and not make a post without mentioning me thanks

And this is only about them, I could go on about Adler himself even more, Or the whole Dadler bullshit, Or even The shadow company itself but it’s not about black ops in that case. Feel free to comment

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bipanicoverthegravessiblings · 1 year ago

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I’ve been following this blog ever since your first headcannons and I’m in love with your writing. I’ve been DYING for someone to request this but nobody has so I will! Could I request a Yandere Andrew with a willing fem reader? She’s just pretty chill and doesn’t mind Andrew’s possessive and yandere nature and is even willing to cut ties with people because she loves him and genuinely sees nothing wrong with it?

P.S I just love the Ashley and Gabriel ship! I think it’s adorable! I love Gabriel’s design and the pairing looks adorable together! I’m always looking on Tumblr multiple times a day to see if you’ve posted something new.

If you accept, please take your time and have fun! Thank you!

Anon- you are so sweet. Thanks dog <3

totallynotcryingtotallynotcrying—

Yandere!Andrew Graves x Willing Fem!Reader

You can’t remember the last time someone cared about you as much as Andrew did

Someone who would do the things he did just to protect you

Really you couldn’t be luckier

Most women would be terrified to see the dark silhouette of their partner standing outside their window late at night

Not you though, you know he was just making sure you were safe.

You waved to him once, and though it was difficult to see- he waved back

It was endearing how much Andrew cared about your safety

It was sweet how much he noticed about you

Small details that would go overlooked, like the shampoo you used- or the way you held yourself while conveying emotions. He noticed.

Andrew loved you. And you loved him.

“I’m just…worried.” Your friend’s voice felt like the vocal equivalent of chewing cardboard. If it wasn’t for the subject right now, you would’ve tuned her out ages ago. But this concerned you and your life, so you listened, “Like- he’s a stalker Y/N! Straight up stalker! What if he like- wears your skin like a jacket or something.”

“Hm.” You shrugged, “I’m sure he’d sew a lovely jacket then.” A small grin formed on the corners of your mouth as your friend gave an annoyed sigh.

“I’m being serious! He’s obsessed with you!”

“Boyfriends are supposed to be obsessed, aren’t they not?”

“No! Like weirdly obsessed!” You could hear the desperation in her voice, “Y/N, you don’t get it. I’ve been- I’ve been getting letters, voicemails, goddamn post it notes on my desk to stay away from you and they’re all from him. He broke into my house!”

Andrew….did all that?

“Oh my god…” you let out.

“Thank you!”

“Oh my god…he- really must not trust you then.”

“WHAT?!” You had to hold the phone away from your ear as your friend yelled into it.

You slowly brought it back to your ear, “Well- yeah? I mean- clearly he doesn’t trust you.”

“Clearly he’s insane!”

Alright- you had enough.

“Look,” you took a breath, trying to remain calm, “If you have a problem with my boyfriend- that’s fine. But I’m not going to sit here and listen to you insult him.”

“I’m not insulting him I’m—“

“Don’t call me again.” You said flatly, and not a second later hung up the phone.

You should feel awful. You should feel apologetic for what you said. You should consider your friend’s words..

But you didn’t.

It wasn’t like how they thought it was.

That friend, and any others who had something to say could fuck themselves over it

It was hard every time you had to do it

But Andrew- bless his soul- always comforted you

Hell, sometimes he even did it for you cause he knew how difficult they could be

He’s so sweet

Still would make them call, but you slowly blocked out the incessant sound of the phone’s ringing

When one of those conversations would bring you down, Andrew would be right there to lift your spirits

Andrew’s hands cupped your face, his thumbs trying to lift the corner of your mouth into a smile. The more he did it, the more it amused you- causing an actual smile to stay.

“There we go.” His head tilted a little as he gave you a small smile of his own, “Much better.”

“You’re a dork.” You buried your face into his chest, sighing happily as the familiar feeling of his hands stroking your hair.

“I’m your dork.” He hummed, “And I like your smile. So you better keep it, or I’ll carve it on to you.”

“Awwww, is that a promise?” You tilted your head up to look into his pale green eyes, your chin rested against his chest.

He nodded, “Mhm! Now C’mere.”

He leaned his head down, kissing you softly. You returned the kiss, reaching your arms up and wrapping them around his neck to hold him there. Not like he’d pull away, but as a measure for yourself more than anything.

For all the “warnings”

All the “concern” people gave your relationship with Andrew Graves

You didn’t care

You loved him

You loved his fucked up ways of affection

His twisted form of love

And he loved you back, tenfold

#the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves #tcoaal #andrew graves x reader #x reader #genuinely this ask warmed my heart #I’m glad people like Gabriel and my dumb shit

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saccharinesatoru · 11 months ago

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (preview)

Pairing: Gojo x reader (afab)

Genre: cowboy!gojo x bandit!reader + smut

Word count: uhh like 1.7k (haven't finished the full fic yet lmao we'll see what the wc gets to)

Summary: how does the strongest fare in the wild, wild West as the newest sheriff? we're about to find out!!

a/n: shout out to whoever made this fanart bc jesus fucking christ. i have more written for this fic so I'll post it in the next day or so I just wanted to give a preview lol this isn't proofread my apologies

xx Jay

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You were fucked. And, fuck, did you know it.

“You idiot!” you cursed, “Do you wanna die? How could you be so stupid?”

Your partner in crime (literally) turned to you with a crazed grin on his face, high on the rush. “What? Don’t tell me you’re scared of some little sheriff.”

The sheriff, in question, is none other than Gojo Satoru. Not only was he the youngest sheriff in the region, but he was an incredible shot and phenomenal horseback rider. The man was known all throughout the west for his strength, wit, and impeccable skill as a marksman. And he just so happened to be the man hunting you down as you speak.

“Am I scared? Am I scared?” you yell in disbelief, “Hell fucking yeah I’m scared! You just had to rob that bank, didn’t you? Toji, this is insane. We’re going to die, and it’s all because you wanted a little extra cash to blow at some saloon since you’re shit at cards and are always too drunk to make a reasonable gamble!”

His eyes widened at your statement, “I’m just down on my luck that’s all!”

You roll your eyes and continue pacing around the small room, almost internally counting down the minutes until you're inevitably caught and thrown in a cell to rot. Maybe Toji could tough it out in jail (assuming he wasn’t hanged for his crimes), but you knew you weren’t cut out for that kind of life. It’s not like you meant to get caught up in this life, after all. A few bad decisions led to this nightmare of a reality, and now you were about to ride this sinking ship with the buffoon in front of you who was pushing 40 and still thought it was a good idea to devote the little cash he had on reckless gambling instead of caring for the adorable, perpetually scowling son he left behind to pursue a life of crime.

“Don’t give me that look, doll,” his tone is sickly sweet but showing no real affection or warmth. “Don’t forget that you’re an accomplice in this crime too. Who was in the carriage waiting for me when I ran out of the bank with the cash, huh? Oh, that’s right! It was you!”

Running your fingers through your hair, you sit down and rest your head in your hands. “Don’t remind me, asshole,” you spit out, tone equally as harsh. “You think I wanted this? I didn’t know you were gonna do that shit! I owed you a favor- one favor, Toji! What, you think because I owed you one, I wanted to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for the most feared sheriff in the west? Believe it or not, but I don’t want to live this way!”

He huffs and sticks a cigar in his mouth, lighting it and letting out a puff of smoke before meeting your eyes again, “Well, tough shit, doll. This is the hand you were dealt, and now you’ve gotta decide whether or not you’re gonna fold.”

You roll your eyes, sensing a migraine coming on. “Shut the fuck up with your poker references, Toji. You’re not good enough at any card game to warrant that kind of talk.”

“Bitch,” he mutters under his breath.

You turn around and are about to rip into him when you hear the sound of incoming horses and a voice call out, “They’re just up ahead!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Toji curses as he puts out his cigar and stands up hastily. He looks around the room frantically and meets your eyes before darting out of the shared space.

“Fuck! Toji, come back!” you shout as you rush after him. You’re not all that well-versed on running from the police given you’ve literally never had a reason to do so. To say you’re relying on Toji to get you two out of this predicament is an understatement. After all, that man has committed more crimes than interacted with his own son.

Running out of the room and following his footsteps, you exit out the backdoor. Your jaw drops to the ground at the sight in front of you. Toji’s sat on top of your very own horse, grabbing her by the reins and turning to you with a devilish smirk on his face. “Sorry, doll, I gotta cut ties here. ‘Can’t afford to get caught, you know? I’m sure you understand. Let me borrow your horse, yeah? I owe ya one.”

You can’t even fully process his words, you’re seeing red with the amount of rage consuming you. Frozen in place, you watch Toji ride away on your horse, effectively abandoning the house that was about to be raided by police.

Toji gets a fair distance away from the house before you hear the same voice yell, “There he is! You lot track him down. I’ll stay back and search the rest of the house. He had an accomplice. I’m sure they’re hiding out here somewhere.”

As soon as the man is done speaking, you hear multiple horses run off in Toji’s direction. You’re scared shitless of what’s to come. You just know the man about to search the house is the famous sheriff you had just been professing your fear of to that backstabbing bum who stole your fucking horse. Even though you know you’re thoroughly, laughably, undeniably fucked, you can’t help but laugh internally at the thought of Toji being captured by the sheriff’s men. You hope they don’t hurt your horse, although you doubt she’ll be yours much longer since you’re about to be sent off to jail.

Cutting your losses and acknowledging defeat, you walk back into the house, ready to face the renowned sheriff. Walking back into the kitchen, your footsteps alert the man of your location, and he makes his way into the room.

If you weren’t scared out of your mind at what’s to come, you might have started drooling, honestly. If this man weren’t known for his near superhuman abilities, he would have been known for his looks alone. You had never seen or even heard about a man that looked like him. He had bright white hair that peaked out from his hat. His skin was so fair and beautiful you swore he was made of porcelain. His lips were a pretty pink that somehow had a glimmering shine to them. He wore black denim with a black button up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his large hands and delectable arm veins. For a reason unknown to you, he wore a blindfold over his eyes. You could only wonder what his eyes looked like, although you imagined they were as beautiful as the rest of him.

He looked unreal. This whole situation felt unreal. You still hadn’t wrapped your head around the fact that you were about to be arrested let alone the fact that you were standing in a room with a man that looked like that.

“Well, well,” Gojo chuckles, “Here I was thinking Toji’s accomplice had to be some ugly brute with a tobacco addiction. But here you are instead.”

You rocked on the balls of your feet out of nerves, “I- I’m sorry to disappoint.”

He laughs fully this time. “And a sense of humor, too? What did Toji do to get you roped into this in the first place, huh?”

Your eyes widen slightly at this. It’s like he could see right through you. Was it that obvious that you didn’t live a life of crime? You suppose it’s times like this where your naturally expressive face and body language actually benefited you, as Gojo must have known about the true nature of your involvement just by the way you reacted to his presence.

“I, um…” you tried to pick your words in a way that made you look the least guilty of committing a crime. “I only agreed to help him since I owed him a favor…”

This seemed to pique Gojo’s interest. “Oh? And what did the lying, deceitful, manipulative, gambling addict do to earn a favor from a pretty girl like you?”

Your face flushes when you process his words. Warranted and accurate insults about Toji aside, the human embodiment of perfection called you pretty.

You must have been frozen in place for a second or two because when you blink again, Gojo is standing closer to you and leaning inward, “Are you with me, sweetheart?”

Eyes widening, you nod your head vigorously and elicit another chuckle from the man.

“Well,” you sigh after being able to mentally calm yourself, “he helped my family in a tough situation. My mother was very sick, and Toji just so happened to have the proper remedies to heal her…”

Although you can’t see his eyes, you can tell that Gojo raises his eyebrows in curiosity, and his silence prompts you to continue.

“Believe me, I never wanted to help him out. Or, at least, when I agreed to help him, I had no idea he was gonna drag me into this mess. But I couldn’t just walk around my house and pass by my mother without thinking that, if it weren’t for that lunatic, she wouldn’t be with us anymore.”

Gojo hums and brings his hand to his chin as if in thought. “I bet your family would be pretty disappointed to see you now though, right? Doing all this for your mother is admirable, but you still committed a crime… What kind of sheriff would I be if I just let you off the hook because you told me some sob story and batted your eyelashes at me, hm?”

You didn’t know how to react to his words. Sure, he’s right, your family would be disappointed to see you in this position. You’d never gotten into any sort of trouble before- certainly never done anything illegal.

“You thought you owed a simple favor, sure… But last time I checked, the pathway to heaven wasn’t paved with good intentions.” he tuts. “But jail time seems a little harsh, no? What do you think we can do to solve this little problem?”

Your heart is beating so hard that you wonder if Gojo could hear it from where he stood. “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ve never broken the law before, and I can’t afford to leave my family and go to jail.”

“Anything, huh?” Gojo smirked and pulled down his blindfold to reveal the most striking, beautiful eyes you have ever seen in all your life. “Well, how could I turn down an offer like that?”

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i want him on me and in me I need him carnally I want him in my guts, so deep in me that I feel him in my throat okay bye I'll release the full fic soon lmao <3

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baldursgat3 · 2 years ago

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so like a week ago I saw a post I can't find again about the idea of like an elf Tav who had grown up with Astarion before Cazador

so here's 4.5k words of that

lightly nsfw but the pants stay on (except in my half finished drafts that I gave up on)

A hog ran out of the bushes and you felt a blade against your neck as the man bodied you to the ground. He hovered over you, dagger pressed to your throat as he leaned in close with a soft smile. "Not another sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours." This was the first time you really managed to get a good look at him. Still, it took you a moment to recognize him. He looked so much older than you remembered and his eyes were blood red. "Astarion?" He was clearly not expecting that. His eyes widened in confusion and panic before he pressed the dagger firmer against your neck, the tip drawing a prick of blood. "How in the hells do you know that?" He hissed. "Who are you?

You stumbled along the beach away from the illithid ship. Your head was pounding and you just wanted to lay down but this was not nearly the time or place. You had to get away from the crash site and, preferably, find a few other survivors to watch your back. The cleric you picked up was fine and all, but you didn't entirely trust her. You were certain you'd need more help than that anyway.

Corpses littered the surrounding area, of humans and mind flayers alike. Not much survived the falling, flaming debris. It wasn't hard to make out a voice over the crackling fires.

You jogged towards the voice, quickly spotting it's owner. A slender elf with white curls that were surprisingly neat for surviving the nautiloid wreck. "Quick! I've got one of those brain things cornered."

That voice was… familiar? Still, you couldn't quite place it and it didn't really matter. If you helped him kill the thing, perhaps you could convince him to join you.

You followed where he was pointing, sword in hand. Really, you should've known better. Or perhaps Shadowheart could've been quicker to alert you?

This was the first time you really managed to get a good look at him. Still, it took you a moment to recognize him. He looked so much older than you remembered and his eyes were blood red. "Astarion?"

He was clearly not expecting that. His eyes widened in confusion and panic before he pressed the dagger firmer against your neck, the tip drawing a prick of blood. "How in the hells do you know that?" He hissed. "Who are you?

"You- you died…?" It didn't make sense. You saw them bury his body and everything.

His eyes flicked back and forth, studying your face. You wouldn't be upset if he didn't recognize you, but you weren't exactly sure how you would talk your way out of this in that case.

Fortunately, you wouldn't have to find out. You saw the moment it hit him as he jerked his dagger away from your neck, scrambling to get off of you. "It… can't be. Of all the people… you." He laughed bitterly, stowing the dagger.

Honestly, you weren't exactly sure how to respond to this situation. You couldn't even tell if he was happy to see you or not. So you decided to press on the most concerning issue still. "You died. I went to your funeral, Astarion. What… happened to you?"

You were nearly the same age, you'd grown up together in his family's estate. Your parents were hired hands and you served as a live-in friend for their reclusive son. He was only a few months older than you, so why did he look so much older? So much paler, more exhausted than someone your age ought to be.

On top of it he still looked fucking fantastic. Gods you hated how effortlessly beautiful he was.

His gaze darted between you and Shadowheart, anxiously weighing his options. "Ah, yes, well. You know how it goes, surrounded by adoration and opulence. It all gets to be too much, you fake your death, you flee the country. Standard business really."

That definitely wasn't the truth but clearly he wasn't about to share it in front of Shadowheart. It hurt, finding him like this, though. You were so close as children. It had gotten a little harder as you grew up but you always kept in contact. But he let you think he was dead for 200 years anyway? "Right. Of course. Well. Care to join us?"

~*~*~

It's not like you were still in mourning or anything. He had been a good friend for so long, at times even your best friend, but two hundred years was enough time for you to move on.

You had thought about him from time to time. Fondly remembering stories from your past that would turn into a quiet sadness for the life that was taken from him.

They never had an answer for what had happened to him. He had been murdered, you knew that much. No one ever said how or why, though. Magistrate's weren't exactly beloved and his family held a high enough title there was always the vague threat of assassinations but Astarion seemed like such a strange target.

It was compounded by the fact that nothing ever came of it. No one was ever caught, no political move was made on his grieving family. You would think maybe he'd been jumped, but nothing had been taken from him. Honestly, you never expected to get an answer. Certainly not from the dead man himself.

The two of you were sat in his tent, it had been a few days but what a wild few days they were. Tomorrow you would set out to level the goblin camp but tonight you were going to talk.

"I'm sorry." He started. It kind of surprised you, really. You had been learning over the past few days that the man you had once known was all but gone. The Astarion in front of you now was always bitter and irritated with half the things you did.

"Astarion I swear to Kelemvor, it is not naïve to rescue a twelve year old from a crazy lady with a snake for 'no reason.' The reason is rescuing the twelve year old from a snake."

"Where did you go? What happened to you?" The apology was nice but really, you just wanted answers. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He sighed, leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees. His eyes were fixed on the ground between the two of you and he looked so… sad. "I thought about it, about finding you. At first and, only for a moment."

Well that didn't really clear anything up, all right. You kept quiet though, you were smart enough to know when not to push.

"You want the truth? I was captured. Kidnapped by an evil man who turned me into a monster and forced me to do his bidding. I couldn't have told you. I- I didn't want to get anywhere near you. Not like this."

A picture was beginning to come into focus. Honestly, there had been enough pieces that you had already begun to wonder. "You're a vampire."

"A spawn, yes." He practically spat the word out, scowling at the ground. "He turned me into his little pet. I was to go out and catch him the most beautiful souls I could find for him to feast on. All the while I was starved and tortured just for his amusement."

"Astarion…"

"I don't want your pity. I mean - I do, sort of but- ugh…" He rolled his eyes, leaning back. "You've made this all extremely complicated."

"Why didn't you ever try to find me? I would've helped, I could've tried to get you out of there."

"I… well I couldn't." He glanced up at you, a sad smile crossing his lips. "You would've tried, certainly. And I would've watched him kill you as punishment I'm sure. No, it's quite all right." He waved a hand dismissively, as a perfect, easy grin spread across his face.

You couldn't exactly argue. It's not like you had any idea what you would've been up against. Still, your blood boiled at the very idea of what he must've gone through in your centuries apart. "Well, you're safe right now, anyway."

His face softened at your words, seeming to relax into the very idea of your protection. "I am, aren't I? How strange." His head cocked to the side, an almost calculating look crossing his face. "Would you… care to stay the night?"

~*~*~

You had always had a sort of off and on crush on Astarion, growing up. When you were very small he had told your parents that the two of you were already married, obviously.

As you got older, you had been sidelined pretty hard as the best friend and you took it with grace. You had plenty of other people who caught your eye and it was nice to always have someone you trusted to be there.

There was that one time that he had drunkenly wept into your arms about being the only person he would ever truly love. It would've meant more had he not just gotten his heart broken hours prior, but it did rekindle an old spark in your heart for a solid year.

The two of you had drifted apart as your social circles moved in opposite directions. You never connected with the upper class, he wouldn't be seen with the rabble. You always kept in touch but, by the time he was murdered captured, you were struggling to keep up with your monthly nights out at the Elfsong.

Right now, though, in this moment? You felt as though you couldn't possibly be closer to another person if you'd wished for it.

Astarion had practically crawled on top of you in his effort to kiss you. One of his hands was tangled in your hair while the other rested firmly against the small of your back. He was colder than you were used to but that wasn't unwelcome. Instead it just sent shivers through your entire body with every touch.

You slowly lowered yourself down to your elbows as he leaned further into you, chasing this kiss like he needed it to survive. The hand in your hair held you firmly against him, not that you had any intention of going anywhere.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, pulling a pitiful little noise out of your throat. He let out a small breath of a laugh as his fingers began to slowly tug your shirt out of your pants. Every move was so delicate and effortless on his part. Gods he was flawless.

He freed your shirt from the prison that was your waistband, pulling back just far enough to whisper a soft "May I?" against your lips.

You couldn't help the grin that spread across your face as you blinked up at him. "Only if you return the favor."

"Gladly." A devilish smile crossed his lips as he pulled back, taking your top with him. A moment later, he had his own pulled over his head and both were recklessly discarded.

One of his hands found it's way to your back again. You couldn't help the way you jumped as his icy fingers made contact with your bare skin. His other hand came up to cup your jaw, ever so gently applying just a bit of pressure. Just enough to encourage you to lay back underneath him as he pressed your lips together again.

You went so easily, he was so gentle and sweet and he tasted like vanilla and ever so slightly like copper. He was intoxicating.

Once he had you on your back, his hands began to wander. They trailed ever so delicately over your chest, lighting a fire inside of you as they went. Your own hands were so much more inexperienced. One helplessly pressed flat against his back, the other unwilling to pull away from his curls for even a moment.

He didn't seem to be bothered by how little you were really helping. His hands continued tenderly mapping your body as his kisses began to trail away from your mouth, along your jawline.

You let out a small gasp as his kiss trailed down to your neck and you felt him pull back, just a bit, just enough to look at you. "Now… it is just a thought… it's just that, well, some people are into biting."

"Are you asking if you can drink my blood?"

"Well, only if the answer is yes."

You gently brushed your hand through his mess of curls as you pondered this. "What would it… do?"

"To you? Not much. A bit of dizziness perhaps, nothing out of the ordinary for some good old fashioned blood loss. But for me? I've been living off rats and wild boar for decades. Just a sip from someone as decadent as yourself could probably give me the power of the sun."

You couldn't help but laugh at the blatant flirting, but damn if it wasn't working. "Maybe a bit exaggerated," he continued "But it would make me feel stronger. I could fight better, think clearer. You don't have to-"

"Go for it."

"Oh. Shit really? I still had a whole monologue about not feeling pressured."

"Getting less sexy by the second, Ancunín."

"Gods, shut up." He rolled his eyes, pressing his lips back to yours as you giggled.

You could feel his anticipation now, though. He kissed you just long enough to push you back into the right headspace before his attention turned back to your neck.

He lingered there longer than you expected, tenderly covering you with his kisses. Then, without warning, he pulled back and his gentle lips were replaced by an acute sting as his fangs sunk into one of your veins.

It was a unique feeling, you could say that. You'd been stabbed before but this was different. It was cold. Like the first snow of winter, dark and freezing but glittering like crystals in the moonlight. You heard yourself gasp and felt your body arch up into him as your head tipped back for him.

You could've easily lost yourself in the feeling, just basking in this closeness you had with someone who was so dear to you. You had just enough awareness to feel the dizzy, light headed bliss start to tip towards darkness.

Your grip on his hair tightened, gently trying to tug him back before he got carried away. "Astarion…"

He only let out a gentle moan before seeming to catch himself, quickly pulling away with a small gasp. "Gods…" he wiped away the small trickle of your blood that had escaped his lips, licking it from his fingers as you stared up at him, slack jawed.

"I couldn't have wished for a finer vintage." He crooned as he ducked his head back down to clean the blood from your neck.

Gods, he had your heart about bursting out of your chest. His hands started to wander again as his mouth continued it's assault on your neck. Every touch was so careful and perfect, each one sending sparks flying through you.

He cupped one hand around your neck, gently applying a bit of pressure to stop the bleeding as his mouth moved back to yours. "You're gorgeous, you know? I've always thought so."

You were obsessed already. He was intoxicating, the way his touch felt against your skin, the way his honey sweet words pierced your heart. There was an old version of you that had dreamed of just having him like this.

Here you were, pampered and loved by a man you had adored for so long. Gods, you really never thought you would ever see him again, let alone have his hand down your pants like this. In this moment, the world was nearly perfect. The only thing that mattered to you now was making this boy yours.

~*~*~

You woke up in the morning, a bit sore, a bit disoriented, and very alone. It took a moment to remember why you were in a strange tent. Another moment for you to realize Astarion was gone. You couldn't help the disappointment that bloomed in your chest at that thought. You couldn't blame him, exactly. It's not like the two of you were a thing. Still, it would've been nice to wake up beside him.

You sighed softly, quietly getting dressed in the still morning chill. It felt like early morning, the golden light filtering into the tent and lack of noise from your companions clued you in. Maybe Astarion had run off to feed before the rest of the camp woke up. Maybe he'd hoped to be back before you had gotten up?

No such luck. You pushed open the tent flap to find your vampire quietly staring at the dim embers of your campfire. You had to bite back another sigh as you stepped forward, apparently making enough noise to draw his attention.

His neck whipped around, though he relaxed instantly once he located the source of the sound he'd heard. "You're up early." He said, quietly, turning back to the fire.

"I could say the same."

"I'm always the first one awake." You could hear the eye roll in his voice.

You stepped forward, moving to sit beside him with a small, awkward smile. "And you just had to get away from me?" Don't freak him out, play it cool. You weren't disappointed at all.

He didn't seem to find it funny, though. He just drew his knees up closer to his chest. "I told you. You made things… complicated."

That was weird. Honestly, you had no idea what he meant. "I'm sorry?"

"Not your fault." His voice was flat and unreadable. He'd really changed so much since you last saw him. It made sense but that didn't stop it from hurting.

You missed the man you used to know. Snarky and a bit full of himself. But also shy and awkward and comforting. You recognized many of his old mannerisms but they'd changed. He was bitter, focused on how to protect himself above all else. It made him violent and trigger happy in a way you weren't used to. Quite frankly, it was a little scary sometimes, the amount of joy he took in violence.

"Can I help?" It was all you had really. You couldn't change what had happened to him. All you could do now was try to help.

"Can you help? Sure. If you could just… go back in time, stop yourself from finding me after the nautiloid and let me carry on my merry way, presumably to be murdered by the first person I annoy too much."

"Okay, well, I'm not sure I can do that." You couldn't read him, no matter how hard you tried. "Did I… do something wrong?"

"No, gods, no." He curled up tighter. He looked so… vulnerable. He never did vulnerable. Especially not now. "You're perfect. That's the problem. You made it complicated."

"Astarion, I don't understand."

He sighed, finally turning his head to throw you a small, tired look. "I know. Hells…" You could see the confliction writing itself across his face. "I want to tell you something but you have to swear that you won't hate me for it, I mean it. It's not good, but you cannot hate me."

"I've never hated you, Star." Maybe the nickname was a bad idea. You practically saw it stab him directly through the chest, forcing him to turn away for a moment to collect himself.

He couldn't look you in the eye again, he just stared off to the distance in any other direction. "I know. I mean it though, promise me, please."

"All right." What could he possibly tell you that was worse than 'I spent two hundred years forced to kidnap people to be killed by my master.' "I promise. I won't hate you, no matter what."

You saw him relax a bit, his shoulders loosening. He turned back, just enough to glance at you out of the corner of his eye. "I… Last night, that- it…" It was so rare that he struggled to find his words.

He took another breath, trying to collect himself before turning back to the fire. "I was just… using you. I wish I could say I didn't mean to but- gods, I did. I pushed it that way on purpose. Its all… part of the plan, you know? Seduce you, sleep with you, secure my safety and position in the group with you. It was… easy."

Oh. Well that wasn't exactly great to hear. He was still trying to collect himself, find the right words. You didn't want to interrupt and, honestly, you didn't really know what to say.

"I didn't think about it, I just… did it. Like I had to. I needed to. And by the time my head caught up it was too late. You were already into it, I couldn't just stop."

"What?"

"I mean," He continued quickly, seemingly trying to get ahead of your presumed anger. "It's not like it wasn't good, it's not like I don't… care about you. It's just, it was an instinct. I think."

"Astarion-"

"Please, you have to understand-"

"No, no, stop. Hold on." You saw the panic in his eyes as you interrupted. "Astarion did you not… want to do that?"

The look he gave you was, honestly, almost a little pitiful. "Like I said, you've made this complicated. I don't know. I don't know what I want."

You turned your attention away from him, towards the dying fire in front of you, pausing for a moment to collect your thoughts. "I wish you hadn't done that to yourself." He was right. This was complicated.

He wasn't the same person you had grown up with. Whatever had been done to him had clearly changed him fundamentally as a person.

But, still, you couldn't look at him without seeing your old friend. It was still the same laugh you had known. Still the same smile. You saw it, when you agreed to help the tieflings, the way he cocked his hip out and rolled his eyes. His little mannerisms that still lingered after all this time. He might not be the same man you had known, but you loved him anyway.

"I don't know what happened to you," you continued before he could get defensive. "I don't know what made you feel like you had to go to such extremes just to win affections you've had since we were children."

You saw some kind of spark in his eyes. It was so difficult to read him now, you wanted to get better at that. "I'm… sorry." He sounded so unsure. Honestly, you didn't care for it, he was always so confident. Now, though, he just looked… sad, maybe?

"You don't have to apologize. Astarion," You carefully reached a hand out to cover one of his. "The first thing you did when you saw me was put a dagger to my throat, and I still would've tossed Shadowheart into the ocean if you'd asked me to."

That pulled a startled laugh out of him that you briefly worried might've woken up your companions. Gods you really would do just about anything to see him smile. "You would not have. You're too much of a goody two shoes."

"Maybe." You grinned, giving his hand the smallest squeeze. "Still. I'm just sorry you felt like you had to go that far for my affection."

"I'm not the man you used to know, I'm not blind. I don't know who he was anymore. Up till now, I think I'd forgotten my own parents' faces. But you look at me like you expect me to be him and I don't know how. I can't be what you expect, at least if I could keep your bed warm you'd have reason to keep me around."

"Astarion…" Your hand tightened around his as you scooted just a bit closer. "I was sitting in the Elfsong, a long time ago. At 'our' table, you know? I was waiting for you to meet me and I grabbed a day old copy of the Gazette to read while I waited.

"I didn't even notice at first. There was a headline for one of the articles, 'Magistrate Murdered', but I didn't notice until I got closer to it. I saw your name and it was like the roof caved in over me. I was sitting there, waiting for you to show up, and a shitty, ale stained piece of parchment told me you never would."

You looked up at him with a sad smile before continuing quickly, trying to stay ahead of the guilt you were sure was creeping up in him. "I cried for months over you. And for years after when something reminded me too much of you. Star, neither of us are the same person we left behind, it's been two hundred years. I've been through plenty, and you've been through hell. That's not what matters though."

He looked so small right now. He was nervous and upset and vulnerable. You hated it, you didn't want him to be so anxious with you, gods you wanted him to trust you. "What matters is right now. We're here together. That's so much more than I ever could've dreamed just a month ago. You don't have to earn my trust and love again. And you certain don't have to force yourself to have sex with me to do it. I never stopped loving you, Astarion."

He was still for a moment, his eyes flicking over your face, scanning you for ill intent. You watched him cycle through a dozen emotions as he processed what you were saying. Then, almost like a switch flipped, he just melted.

With a choked out sob, he collapsed into you. You wrapped your arms around him as he curled into a ball, practically in your lap. His whole body shook as he quietly cried into your chest. You really did hate seeing him cry but you could feel the tension lifting from his shoulders as you held him tight.

You let a silent prayer fly to whichever god was keeping your friends asleep through this, asking them to keep up the good work. The last thing he needed right now was everyone else seeing him like this, you knew how much he wanted to keep up appearances.

Ever so gently, you lifted a hand to card your fingers through his curls. He curled up just a bit tighter, leaned into you just a bit more. It had been so, so long since the two of you had been this close. You really, truly never wanted it to end.

Eventually, though, he pulled back with an awkward laugh and a hasty scrub of his face. He didn't go far, just enough to sit back and look at you. "Gods… well. That was sexy."

You rolled your eyes, throwing him a soft grin. "You're ridiculous, Star. Come on, everyone'll be up soon. Big day, you know? Let's go kill some fucking goblins."

#bg3 #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav

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adelaier · 20 days ago

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streamer!ellie hcs

⋆⭒˚.⋆── .✦ SUMMARY : pure chaotic hcs. that’s it.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟭 ⠀ᰋ word count 803 | pairing : none

↳ CW : swearing, ellie is not a good teammate or a good cook, dina, jesse, joel, and abby mention !! ellie plays league of legends, valorant, and the sims. (also an untitled horror game)

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟮 ⠀ᰋ A/N : i had way too much fun with this i am not even going to lie LMAOO anw reqs are open <3

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who loves playing horror games at night. she says it adds to the spook factor and makes the experience better.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who later regrets playing in the middle of the night when she needs to go to the bathroom or hears a sound.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who pulls up a stock photo of a bodyguard on her ipad.

“he’s gonna protect me when i get scared.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who has a cat named cosmo !!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who hits her knee against her table so hard that the stream disconnects for a good 3 minutes.

“look, a note! ‘don’t look down’?” she reads, moving the angle to look down and see nothing. “pshhh see, chat? nothing was even there. this game is actual cheeks.” she lifts the character’s head up only to get met with a big jumpscare. “WHAT—”

stand by ! stream is starting soon …

coolusername1: aint no way bruh 💀💀

littlefirefly: look at my favorite streamer dawg we are not winning the best gamer award

dingleberrytickler: calling the game cheeks and then breaking your set up is wild

ellienoticeme: is the stream paused for anyone else?

[MOD] dina00: LMFAOOOOOOOOO

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who was playing ‘ultimate roblox obby 250 levels’ when the stream came back on. face blank like her soul left her body, quietly clicking away.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who posts thirst traps but always gets clowned for it by her fans.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who does the 100 baby challenge but makes the sims woohoo in the most unconventional locations.

“NO WAY THEY’RE FUCKING— sorry, guidelines — FREAKING IN A PILE OF LEAVES RIGHT NOW.” and then she reads the messages, “THEY CAN DO IT ON A ROCKET SHIP???”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who plays league and valorant with dina and jesse on stream. despite being the tank in league games, she’s always the first one to leave teamfights.

“I CAN’T SEE MYSELF. I CAN’T SEE BRAUM. THERE’S TOO MANY, I’M GOING BACK TO BASE.” she says into the mic as dina shouts at her, telling her to do something, and jesse fighting for his life alone until : “an ally has been slain.”

in valorant, she likes playing jett ! when she dies, she sings into the mic or talks major trash. unmuted. “broooo, oh my god. this abby person cannot play for shit. please quit the game. pleaseeeee.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who introduces joel to the stream one day, teaching him how to play the games that she does.

“i think you’ll like brimstone, he kinda looks like you. if you were cooler.” she says, earning a small look from him.

“choose heimerdinger, he’s cool.” she says, nudging him to pick a champion with a smile.

“what the hell is a heimerdinger…” he murmurs, squinting at the screen as his brows furrow in confusion, and ellie just laughs uncontrollably.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who tries to do a cooking stream. keyword: tries. the stream ends abruptly after the smoke detector goes off and about 10 minutes later, she posts on twitter.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who watches chiikawa on stream and laughs her ass off. momonga is her favorite.

BONUS : how she started !!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who started streaming her gameplay for dina and jesse on discord mainly to provide background noise in the call and to show off her “godly skills”.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who immediately makes a twitch account after jesse tells her that you can make money from it.

“dude, you should try twitch out. a lot of streamers nowadays make more than a 9 to 5 desk job.”

“yoooo that’s actually so crazy.”

…

“okay, so my username is-”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who has the corniest and longest username known to mankind and it’s only funny and cool to her.

“so…you’re telling me…the username you went with…is xX_6elliedafcknrealestwilliams9_Xx…?”

“i wasn’t allowed to put a swear word in it so i shortened it. fucking sick, right?”

“no, ellie. it’s not sick. if anything, it’s making ME sick.”

“aw what :(“

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . streamer!ellie who eventually changes it after getting a donation begging her to get rid of the username.

intertwinedtoes just donated $150!

please change your username, i hope this is enough.

“huh…” she blinks, dumbfounded at the donation which was just for her to change her user. “…never in my life did i expect to listen to someone called intertwined toes bruh.”

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spnbangbang · 9 months ago

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Handfasted

Author: tiamatv

Artist: anyrei

Primary Ship: Dean/Castiel

Other Ships: N/A

Length: 28,000

Warnings: N/A

Tags: AU- Royalty, Arranged Marriage, Temporary Marriage, Prince Castiel, Prince Dean Winchester, Strangers to Lovers, Internalized Homophobia, Cultural Differences, Misunderstandings, Rope Bondage, Pining

Posting Date: November 9, 2024

Summary Dean Winchester never wanted to wear a crown. He had no idea that he even could. It wasn't until the Campbell royals all got themselves assassinated by demons that he and Sam found out that King Samuel was actually their grandfather, and well, shit.

But Dean was a soldier before he was anything else. So maybe that's why he'll do anything to stop this awful demon war--anything. Even try to make an alliance with the angels.

They think they're gonna scare him off by telling him he's gotta be magically married--okay, okay, handfasted, but call it what it is--to some snooty noble angel for a whole year? They think Dean's gonna back out because the angels want him to be handfasted not to a proper princess, oh no, but to a prince?

Bring it on. Excerpt Gods and goddesses. Dean hasn’t even kissed the guy. Is he supposed to? The thought makes his whole face tingle–the thought of pressing his lips to that rich, pink mouth–but… that’s not what this is about, is it? Right?

“Look, I know you're not… I know this wasn't your choice,” Dean says, low. “Mine either, not really, I just… Lemme do this, okay? Pretty sure I can make it feel good for you.”

Shit, Dean's babbling, but what the fuck else is he supposed to do? He’s been thinking about how to fulfill the handfasting magic without everything going wrong for a while. Too long.

‘Consummation,’ right? Seed going into… somewhere? Yeah.

Castiel doesn't stop him, his hands falling back to hang loose by his side when Dean carefully untangles their fingers and then undoes the buttons of the placket of Castiel’s snowy white, coarse linen breeches, one by one. He does say something in that low gravel of his language, but none of them are the few words of Enochian that Dean understands. Dean just hopes he's not commenting on how Dean's hands are shaking.

His little sigh against the side of Dean's face as Dean starts nudging his breeches downwards with his fingertips, a warm, sweet, shaky puff on Dean’s cheek, sure doesn't sound like he's mad about it, though. His halo is glowing soft and bright, brighter than the lantern lit in the corner of the room, not that angry lightning flash that Dean’s gotten way too used to in the past week.

That does make Dean feel better. A little.

“You doing okay?” Dean says, pulling back and running a hand over the jut and arch of Castiel's hip, under the linen. And then doing it again, ‘cause. Huh. It's weird to feel those hard, firm planes, the jut of bone, rather than softness and curves. Weird, but not bad. He’s not wearing smallclothes under the stupid sacred pants–neither is Dean��but unlike Dean, Castiel hasn’t got any hair on his legs or his belly to catch on the rough woven cloth.

Cas nods and voices a low Enochian affirmative that Dean recognizes. Well, at least there's that.

But the quizzical look on Cas's face, the lilt of his voice, says volumes when Dean carefully pushes him down to sitting on the bed and then gets slowly down on his knees on the rug, shuffling his way forward between those spread thighs–shit, it's gotta be obvious to him by now what Dean's up to, right?

Because sure, Dean was in the Campbell army a long time, he’s heard some things about the kind of activities that men can do with other men… but like hell is Dean going to be sticking his bits into someone who can barely understand what he's saying.

He's not thinking about how hard–no, nope, difficult, difficult–it was to shimmy those breeches down and off Castiel's thighs, because well, fuck, the dude might be a prince of the angels, but he’s juicy like a game chicken, and–

Nope, nope, nope.

So here Dean is, down on his knees, staring face-level at another guy's floppy dick, surrounded by the same thick, dark curls that Castiel has on his head but nowhere else on his body, smelling of incense and linen and… something musky and heavy. Not sweat, something darker than that, sharper, and…

And Dean’s mouth is fucking watering. It's watering. And he can feel the heat on his cheeks. On his neck. Spreading into the line of this stupid, scrubby, itchy linen tunic. Twitching in his breeches.

Gods of sea and stars. Is this the handfasting magic? What if it is?

But what if it isn’t?

#spn bang bang #spn bang bang 2024 #spn fanfic #spn bang #spn fic #spn art #spn fanworks #supernatural #spn

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glitter-stained · 10 days ago

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Honestly DC fandom, as much as I love you, I am disappointed in our ship names. Take a look at what the marvel fandom has going on! Winterfalcon, Winterwidow, Ironstrange, Spiderpool, Winterhawk, (i am noticing bucky barnes doing a lot of heavy lifting here)...

Idk maybe it's because I don't know enough about the marvel fandom and am missing out on some good dc names but I think in general we need to aim higher! Big energy you guys, go big or go home but there's a housing crisis!!!

So anyway here are some humble alternative ship name proposals and why i like them, feel free to add your own!

Donnakory -> Troyan Star : i personally think it's pretty

Dinahbabs -> Augury: an oracle who uses birds. Is it a little vague? Yeah but I think we could make it work also it sounds cool.

Stephcass -> Batgirl²: they share batgirl like a hoodie

Jason Todd/SuperBoyPrime -> Primehood: the suffix -hood added to a noun, if i understand english correctly, seems to suggest a state of being here? Like "days of primehood", the state of being in your prime. It makes up a cool new word and that's neat.

Diana/Artemis -> Wondermoon : something something two women who have been wonder woman and wear the name of different versions of the same moon goddess, the many faces of the moon two sides of the same coin idk it feels romantic

Wondercheetah-> Wonderkitty : self-explanatory

Rena/Jason Todd -> Reason: I think it'd be funny to have a ship of two vividly unreasonable people named reason (ofc you can hc adult rena as reasonable it's just. In my heart I know she matches his freak as an adult as well.)

Grace Choi/Anissa Pierce -> Thundergrace: idk i think the idea of graceful thunder sounds pretty cool

Honorable mentions:

Dickkory -> Nightstar: I've seen it used as a shipname a couple of times and it is beautiful! I understand the potential confusion with their daughter, whose superhero name is Nightstar and how unpractical it would be for tagging, but also I think naming your persona after your parents' ship name is kinda cute.

Dickwally -> Birdflash : widely used by the fandom already. It's not extremely specific and yet due to the popularity of the ship it is understood perfectly, the reason I think Augury could work, I keep picturing a bird sprinting super quick into my window and smashing against it and falling but like getting that vision in the corner of my eye, love when a ship name gives me visual energy

Selina/Bruce -> Batcat: again, already used in fandom, this is the energy we like to see the phrasing is so fun I want to try and say it fast a bunch of times

Helena Bertellini/Helena Wayne -> Helena²: already mentioned it in a previous post about math ship names and it has been adopted, hell yeah!!! Sans if you see this ily

#dc #dc comics #is this anything should i tag the ships idk

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arthelia · 1 month ago

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Mattdex Soulmate AU

Short warning upfront: After I finished writing this, I had to realize the style of the post pretty much shifts into like two short paragraphs of what reads more like an actual story at the end. This wasn’t what I set out to do, it just kinda happened… so very weirdly written mix of regular post/story snippet ahead:

One of my favorite tropes for ships where the characters are enemies in canon are reluctant Soulmate AUs. I just love those! And Mattdex has so much potential there imo. So much angst and a very toxic, dysfunctional relationship (at least in the beginning) guaranteed.

And because I am not able to stop thinking about this and there is no Mattdex Soulmate AU story around yet (at least I couldn’t find any… I am still very much hoping someone will write one at some point though ^^) here are my thoughts/my rough idea of how this could go: Firstly, how do they realize they are soulmates? There are a lot of different concepts here, and many rely on people being able to see each other, so I think I’d be going with touch here. Not general touch but actual skin on skin touch. So while Matt and Dex fought during S3, I think Dex always wore the Daredevil Suit which left almost none of his skin uncovered and Matt's hands mostly were wrapped up in bandages and rope. Although we should probably not look at those scenes too closely. But for the sake of the AU, I think this works well enough. After the end of S3 they don’t see each other for 8 years.

Dex’s trial ends with him being locked up in a mental institution, Matt continues being a lawyer by day and Daredevil by night. Then the attack on Josie's Bar happens. Dex shoots Foggy. They fight. In the beginning both are suited up, but then towards the end Matt rips off Dex’s balaclava. That doesn’t do it right then, as Matt is still wearing gloves when he punches Dex. But then in the moment right after the sound of Foggy’s last heartbeat dies off, Matt leans his forehead against Dex’s and in process the uncovered part of his face brushes against his skin.

It’s like heaven and hell clash in a maelstrom of light. Like stars exploding in a void of darkness before being swallowed by it whole. All emotions and sensations a human being can feel, experienced in the fracture of a second. Two lifes colliding, existing separately until this moment, now being relived in one heartbeat, merging into one. ‘The union of two souls. To be joined forever until the end of times.’ So says the bible in this world. In other words, complete sensory overload. For every person who experiences it. More so for Matt, whose senses are already heightened. Who hasn’t seen a spark of light since he was a child.

He is completely overwhelmed. This is the wort possible moment with the worst possible person, this could have happened. Foggy just died. Dex is the one who murdered him. Him and about 10 other people.

Dex on the other hand hasn’t been in the best place mentally from the start of their fight, by this point has almost checked out completely. Just letting things unfold. So when it happens, at first the only thing he feels is apathy… then an almost manic, sardonic exhilaration overcomes him. How completely and utterly ironic. Hilarious in the darkest way. Dex has waited to find his soulmate since he was a child. His soulmate would be his North Star. The one to guide him, to be good and kind where Dex is lacking. Together they would be whole.

He may have given up on the concept of a purehearted North Star in the almost ten years since his last true one died and Fisk used and discarded him, betraying the trust he had placed in him. But even after everything, even during the time he spent sedated into nothingness in the mental hospital, he still sometimes thought about finding them. That one touch that changes everything. Makes him finally feel better… feel something. His other half, that is going to fill the emptiness inside him. Now, it seems this one last, however small, hope he has dared to hold on to has worked out just as well as all his other hopes and dreams have: It doesn’t matter anymore.

At least they are in the same boat together in this. He surly isn’t exactly the soulmate of choice for a man like Daredevil, and especially not for one like Matt Murdock. Dex never considered his soulmate might be a disappointment. The only thing they share mutual hatred for the other. He starts laughing. Pats Matt on the arm.

And Matt can’t deal with this. It’s too much. Of everything. He is done. For all his life, even in his most difficult moments, he has placed his faith in god. Has strayed, as humans do, but found his way back to him in the end. He believes in a god that may sometimes be vengeful and demand retribution but ultimately is good and just, that forgives if a sinner repents, offers absolution. Absolution, Matt had thought he’d been granted. Forgiveness he had hoped himself to be worthy of.

For where Dex seems without remorse for anything he has done, Matt repents every day he walks the earth. But what does this God –his God– really think about Matt's soul if he has chosen Dex as his soulmate. This isn’t the holy union of two kindred souls he has been promised in sermons and scriptures. His soulmate is no gift by god, picked specifically for him. He can’t be, because if he is what does this say about Matt?

Matt crosses his one, his only line. Throws Dex, who doesn’t even struggle, off the roof.

Dex isn’t surprised to be -once again- discarded like this, in his eyes, that’s what happened to him all his life, so why should this end any differently? He falls. Which isn’t new either, in truth he has been falling since the moment he shot those Albanians and saved Fisk's life over eight years ago. And at the end of this one final fall, darkness awaits him as he hits the ground.

But Dex doesn’t die. Matt hears his heart stop beating for about ten seconds before it starts anew, and he comes to with a grasp, while Foggy still lies dead and bleeding with Karen weeping besides him.

Is this punishment? For what Matt has done? For the sins he committed in the name of justice? For finally crossing the line and not by killing just anyone, but by the cardinal sin of attempting to kill his own soulmate… and by the churches teachings part of his own soul? So maybe he deserves it. Deserves that Foggy remains dead when Dex doesn’t. When he is alive and recovering somewhere in a hospital, handcuffed to the bed and with an armed guard by his door. He will never know freedom again. Matt will make sure of that. But neither will Matt. Not now that he knows. Not with Dex the living, breathing reminder of his sins, his failures… with their bond a cruel mirror forcing even a blind man to see how rotten his own soul must be to its very core for it to be a matched to his.

Yes, maybe he does deserve this…. But he cannot think about that now. Not about this, and not about the ultimate consequences of their bond. Not about tomorrow. Or about what any of what happened means for his future. Because tonight he griefs. He griefs for all the souls that lost their lives in the meaningless, senseless violence of the attack on Josie’s. Griefs for Foggy. Foggy, who is… was the kindest soul he had ever known. Who never stopped trying to do what he thought was right, but did so without the fists and the blood. And his own. A soul he has always known is drawn to darkness, grapples with it each night when he puts on the devil's suit, but never deemed beyond salvation because until now he had believed that in the end he always came out on top of that fight.

But he hasn’t. And his soulmate is proof of that.

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So, that’s it. Maybe that got a little bit out of hand towards the end there, and not sure what the endgame for such a soulmate AU would be, except for angst, angst, lots of angst (before a –maybe slightly bittersweet– happy ending). But I just find the concept so very much intriguing!! Also, the worldbuilding would be so interesting. I hadn’t really given that much thought before, but while writing this is realized that the Catholic Church 100% would be ALL OVER the concept of soulmates in a world where they are a proven reality. In my head, a lot of the very angst-ridden thoughts Matt had been of course church propaganda. While soulmates are a reality here, not everyone attaches the same beliefs to them. I do think, however, there generally would be a widespread stigma if your soulmate is a criminal/murderer etc.

Update: Decided to add some gifs ^^

#daredevil #darevil born again #benjamin poindexter #bullseye #ben poindexter #mattdex #dexmatt #bulldevil #matt murdock #fic ideas #and what almost could be considered a small snipped of a story maybe #(me rambling about)#soulmate au #fanfiction #fanfic #gifs

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roronoacherries · 2 years ago

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𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞 | roronoa zoro

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content: fem. latina reader, fluff, post time-skip, zoro watches reader dance and sing while she cleans the sunny.

notes: i miss rbd... yo digo r, tu dices bd, rbd, rbd!

zoro loves to watch you clean. he likes to stay back with you while the others explore a new island, knowing that you like to take advantage of the time alone. he’ll make himself scarce to let you work in peace but he's always there, keeping you company.

sometimes he closes his eyes to rest, enjoying the comfortable silence of the empty ship, hearing only the sound of you humming or singing softly; although most often, all he does is watch. it doesn't really matter to him; so long as he's near you, he's content.

there’s something endearing to him about the way you zone out, moving from one thing to another as if all the chore work came naturally to you.

she’d make a perfect housewife, he thinks to himself, knowing full well that if he ever uttered those words aloud, you and your tiny frame would make sure he hurt (and that thought is only further proof to him that you would be).

he likes it most when you play your loud latin music and sing along to it, almost always sounding terribly though he's convinced if you bothered to try you'd sound like an angel.

you hold the broom like a mic, singing each syllable like you feel it in the depths of your soul and zoro wonders what the hell you could be singing about; he rarely asks anymore, knowing well enough that it'll likely be a feeling you've never actually felt before.

you're dramatic and loud and he's certain that you wouldn't act this foolishly around anyone else. something he couldn't be more thankful for.

"y aquí estoy rendida a tus pies." you drop to your knees in front of him and the swordsman raises a brow, silently wondering how long it'll take you to sweep the room this time.

"y sé que no hay nada que perder..." you stand, stepping closer to him and your hand rests on his cheek and he thinks it might take at least another ten minutes for you to be done.

"pensando en ti," you lean in close, your hand falling into his and all that's left on his mind is that he could kiss you for those next ten minutes instead.

but you pull away before your lips can touch, fingers slipping from his as you sing the next line. "hasta que no me dejes ir."

you sing the chorus as you twirl around the room, picking things up from the floor, your eyes meeting zoro's enough for him to know that this time the song is about a feeling you know.

"no quiero vivir sin tu amor jamás..." you take a seat on his lap, your legs on either side of him and zoro's hands find their place on your waist, deciding not to let you stand up again.

"what're you singing about this time?" he grunts, his thumbs drawing circles into your skin.

"nothing special. just loving you and needing you and never wanting to let you go..." you say, pressing kisses to his face between every few words.

"what was that last line?" zoro questions, somehow knowing that whatever it was, you'd left it out. a part of him thinks he deserves a nice little treat for the spanish he's inadvertently learned from you.

you think about the line for a moment before translating it, "i don't want to live without your love, not ever."

and there's something left hanging in the air when you've said it. a twinkle of uncertainty in your eyes. something left unspoken.

"you won't."

it's the kind of oath that is rooted in regret. the kind that feels certain — set in stone, despite the impossibility of it. like he's promising you the stars and there's nothing you can do but believe him. it's not up to him whether you get to be at his side forever or not, but you believe it when he says you will.

"i missed you a lot." you can't help but say it and it feels pointless to mention, but you can’t put it out of your mind either. those two years taught you what eternity can feel like.

"i know," zoro’s lips brush yours without kissing you. instead, you feel his breath, the warmth coming from his body, and you wish you could get to know a different kind of eternity with him. closing the gap between you and him, you think this is the next best thing — the little taste of eternity on his lips.

"‘m going to love you for a long, long time…"

zoro doesn’t mean for the words to come off as romantic, doesn’t intend for them to make your heartbeat stutter, and you know that as well as you know him but they do regardless. the swordsman doesn’t even realize the sweetness of his blunt sincerity and you couldn’t love him more for it.

“i love you,” you utter the words in a faint whisper, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips before resting your head on his chest and listening to the music still playing. you could sit there in his arms forever, you think, until a familiar rapid beat meets your ears.

"da-ddy yan-keh..."

and zoro doesn’t fight it when you leave the warmth of his arms to dance again. he still has an eternity to hold you and to love you, anyway.

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friendly-neighborhood-kinnie · 1 month ago

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My Thoughts On Buddie, as well as BuckTommy

Here is the warning to anyone that likes Tommy Kinard, and/or BuckTommy (Idk the ship name sorry)

this post will not be pro either of those, do not read if you like these characters!

Also, warning that this is just me rambling for way to many words.

And Warning for Spoilers of Episode 14-18 of season 8.

So, I keep going back to the same thoughts when I think about everything happening in cannon.

And, I especially keep going back to Season 7 Episode 4 (Buck, Bothered, and Bewildered)

Because it makes no sense that Buck was trying for Eddie's attention this entire episode just for him to tell Tommy that he was trying to get his attention?

I've seen people say that Buck is probably just projecting his feelings for Eddie onto Tommy, but it kinda felt like the writers wanted them to be canon for real.

But, Tommy sucks, and the whole relationship was bad.

Like, don't get me wrong there were a lot of parts that I thought were really cute when it came to Buck and Tommy. There were just a lot more scenes that irritated the hell out of me.

Like the way he talks to Buck in such a condecending tone when Buck is trying to work through things with his sexuality?

I am absolutely not saying Tommy should have been more helpful with Buck's first time with a guy or how he was antsy and secretive about it.

But, if Tommy is going to choose to pursue a relationship with Buck then mabe try and be helpful?

Or, when Buck was so confident that Tommy would be his last and Tommy just crushed it because of his own insecurites.

Like, yes it's possible Buck is just pushing down his feelings for Eddie to pursue this relationship with Tommy, but if he is then he isn't even aware of it himself.

So, Tommy just telling him that he knows he won't be his last while Buck wants him to be?

there is just so many things about the way the writers wrote this relationship that feels both like they wanted it to be full canon, but they also did want it to seem like Buck is projecting his feelings for Eddie onto Tommy.

My last parting thought before I word dump my thoughts on Buddie.

I hated there relationship but I will say one of my favourite parts about Bucka dn Tommy hooking up was Buck pulling on Tommy's shirt to drag him to the bedroom.

I don't know, I thought that Buck's face expressions were really cute.

Now, for my thoughts on Buddie.

I am and ultimate Buddie shipper, okay I won't lie to you guys.

They've got cute moments, they practically raised Chris together, they really are just such a great duo.

But, I'm glad they didn't make Buddie canon in season 8.

I know that is an unpopular opinion, but I think the small bits of build up we get near the end is a great place to start.

Now, there are two solid reasons why I didn't want Buddie canon this season.

Eddie, he had a lot he needed to work through post Kim, as well as Chris being in El Paso. He needed to relearn that he isn't a terrible father, that he is human, and the storyline of him finding his joy is so important.

I think, if they had ended up making Buddie canon this season it would have been to rushed, which I know sounds crazy for the ultimate slowburn that is this ship, but there just wasn't a place I could imagine them doing it that wouldn't just feel to random with how Eddie's storyline was going.

My second reason is Bobby's Death. I hated it don't get me wrong. and I think they might have used it as a reason to either push Buddie forward or to halt it until next season.

But, I have seen quiet a few people talk about how Buddie wouldn't work the way we'd want if they got togehter while grieving. yes, they should have each other, but I think for how everyone is struggling with Bobby's death it's best that that isn't why they got together.

I will say though, the scene with Eddie saving Buck and Ravi? The look Buck and Eddie shared?

Maybe I'm delusional, maybe it's mabeline but it feels as if there was a shift.

I really hope Buddie does become canon in Season 9, but I am prepared to be disapointed.

On a bit of a side note, if Buddie doesn't become canon lets not blame the actors? They can't control the writing, often times actors can only make suggestions or consultations.

I see people blame actors that aren't apart of the writers room for things they don't like in a show as if they have that much control over it.

Back to the original thoughts.

I already have quiet a few Buddie fics prewritten, but, i won't be transferring them over to my laptop until I'm finished doing so with the Sonic ones.

Just know, my brain has been working overtime on decent sized oneshots and dablign with the possibility of a mini series or two.

Anyway, that's my final parting for this post, which got way longer then intended and was honestly just an excuse for me to put all the thoughts in my brain somewhere.

Let me know your thoughts if you read this whole thing and it wasn't incoherient.

#911 series #9 1 1 #911 spoilers #911 show #911 abc #911 season 8 #911 eddie #911 eddie diaz #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #911 evan buckley #911 buck #evan buckley #buck buckley #I'm not tagging this with T or the ship and I'm not using his name in the tags #because I know I don't like when hate posts are in the tag for something I like #so basically I feel guilt #lol

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tinfoil-jones · 7 months ago

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Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch.22

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here.

WARNING: non-consensual groping

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CH.22

Jingle

Click

Creeeakkk

“Hey fellers, I’m back! I hope ya’ll are ready for- hello?”

“F… Fiddleford…”

“Stanford? Where are you at? Why d’you sound so-.”

“L-Living room...”

“What in tarnation - Stanford, why’re you dressed like that? And why’re ya’ll laid back on the armchair like that?”

“Can’t… move. He left Naloxone on the coffee table… I can’t reach it… I’m paralyzed.”

“How did this happen?”

“Stanley got me with my own tranq gun…”

“Oh, for Heavens sake. Here friend, let’s get you that Narcan.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. Stanley underestimated his ability to metabolize opioids, or he overestimated mine. It took sixteen hours for me to wake up, and I’ve still been paralyzed for the past six or eight.”

“Why would Stan do this? And did he switch clothes with you?”

“Yes.”

“...This makes me uncomfortable.”

“We don’t have a lot of time, I’ll explain as much to you as possible on the way down to my lab. Follow me!”

(...)

“So cosmic-level authorities placed you under arrest.”

“Yes.”

“And you tried to save your sorry hide by requesting a transdimensional trial by combat?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

“And Stan - who has been to multiple planets and different dimensions - cut his hair, knocked you out, stole your spare set of glasses, and switched clothes with you to take your place?”

“Correct.”

“And you expect me to believe all of this?”

“Fiddleford, we scavenged several parts for my computer at crash site omega, you know extraterrestrials are real, why does this seem so far fetched?”

“That’s different! That ship was millions of years old, and long abandoned! Whatever left it behind should have died out eons ago.”

“Didn’t you ever wonder how I was able to decode the alien language so fast?”

“I imagine you put your doctorates in Linguistics and Etymology to use.”

“I tried to at first. But Stanley already knew that language, and translated it for me. Well, the major structures of words and sentences at least, cultural context was missing.”

“...I beg your pardon?”

“The language is called Gromflomish, it’s the standard language of the Galactic Federation due to the dominant species of that regime being the Gromflomites. Stanley learned it while he was galavanting in space.”

“Are you even listening to yourself right now?”

“Fiddleford, I understand that what I am telling you is a lot, and I am sorry we weren’t more forthcoming with you from the start; but we need to focus on rescuing Stanley.”

“How in Sam Hell are we supposed to do that?”

“When Stanley switched our clothes, he also switched our wallets. I imagine this was to avoid scrutiny if he was searched. I found some items of interest inside.”

“You didn’t search what was in it when you confiscated it the first time?”

“No. There was not a lot I expected to find in there given his lifestyle. I only did a precursory check for illicit substances. But what I found with a more in-depth search is… Interesting.”

*Ford quickly types on his computer, and pulls out a photograph and an I.D from Stans wallet*

“Who… are all of those strange characters and critters in the photo with him?”

“Apparently he was the bouncer for a group called the Flesh Curtains… a band made up exclusively of intergalactic criminals. And there is one member who can help us.”

“You want to call a space outlaw to help us find your brother?”

“Fiddleford, I will remind you Stanley is not just an ex-convict, he is also an intergalactic and interdimensional wanted criminal. And trust me when I say, I also very much do not like who I am about to send a beacon to.”

(...)

“Stanford Filbrick Pines, step forward.”

“Almost a whole day in ‘the hole’, just to drag me into court anyways? What happened to the Gladiatorial challenge?”

“SILENCE! You will be read your charges before you make your attempts to clear them in Globnar! First and foremost, your most heinous crime is Unlicensed Nightmare Fueling! You are wanted under suspicion of giving debilitating nightmares to the following individuals; Federico Fidel “Rico” Leiva Arias, Jorge Andrés Martelo Visbal, -”

‘Hey wait a second, these names…’

‘These are a from the list I gave to-’

‘Has he… has he been giving them nightmares?’

‘But why?’

‘Why would he…?’

‘Has he been doing that the whole time?’

“FURTHERMORE, a standard DNA scan has linked you to the crimes of the petty outlaw, and notorious first and second person to ever break into and out of the Infinetentiary; Staniel Danger Malone.”

‘Why did I ever let Rick submit the paperwork for my Federation I.D..?”

“REGARDLESS of what name you use, any crime committed that is linked to your DNA signature will be held against you, and can only be cleared by Globnar, or an imprisonment up to a number of Schwabe cycles equal to xn+1=rxn(1−xn), whereas x represents the amount of crimes you are convicted of. WHAT SAY YOU, The Accused?”

“Bring it.”

(...)

*Ford is heavily hugged from behind by a much taller figure, who practically drapes over him*

“Hey-Hey Stan! I was wondering when you’d call back. Took you long enough.

Has someone been trying to install tracking chips on you, by the way? I’ve gotten like, six notifications from how many have been shorted out in the past four months or so.

Didja miss me, Stan?”

“...Sanchez.”

“...”

“This is Dr. Stanford Pines, while I did send you that beacon, you are mistaking me for my identical twin brother, Stanley.”

“Huh, so I guess it was short for Stanley, I owe Birdperson a Kalaxian Crystal.”

“Please remove your hand from my groin. I will only request this once.”

“Wow, you two really must be identical, the way it fills my hand-.”

WACK

(...)

“So you’re Stan’s brother huh? You must be that thing he was looking for. Here I was, thinking he buried some gold somewhere.”

“Sanchez, we’ve met before.”

“Have we?”

“I attended several of the same classes in Backupsmore University as your late wife.”

“Hm, still not familiar, pal.”

"I have six fingers."

"So you'd be more expensive to animate, but I'm still blanking out here."

“We had a heated debate once because you claimed you solved the Hodge Conjecture.”

“Was it a heated debate? Really? Sounds more like whisky-over-the-rocks chat to me.”

“...Perhaps a bit more heated on my end.”

“Still not- Oh! Wait, I think I remember you now.”

“Good, now-.”

“You were that slutty shorts guy!”

“...Now, we need to discuss Stanley. My brother has recently been apprehended by the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron. I called you here because I am aware you possess advanced transdimensional portal technology.”

“And what’s in it for me?”

“Excuse me?”

“You want my help? What can you give me for it?”

“I was under the impression you and Stanley were friends.”

“When he calls me I could at least expect a booty call.”

*Fiddleford in the background clearly tenses up, and angrily crosses his arms*

“But you? I can tell just by looking at you that, the only thing you’ve ever fucked is your own sleep schedule. Also, you just gave me a black eye, so excuse me if I’m not feeling charitable.”

“Why you selfish, short sighted, arrogant-.”

“Wait, those plans over there? Are those yours?”

“Those are my schematics, actually, Mister Rick.”

“Hmm, interesting. A gun that wipes out memories based on a typed-in word, phrase, or concept? Looks like it can be edited to store what’s removed as well, what a mindblower. Tell you what, Ford, I’ll get you teleported over to your superior half, with a way back, but your little lab partner lets me study his invention.”

“Fiddleford?”

“If it's what it takes to bring him back… but I’m not gonna like it.”

“Alright, Sanchez. He’ll share his concept with you. But in exchange you need to help us find and retrieve Stanley.”

“Finding him is easy enough, I had a tracking device stored into one of his molars. It shorts out any lesser tracking device.”

“He said you didn’t alter his physiology.”

“Oh, he doesn’t know about it. The shady dentist he went to who surgically re-grew all of his missing teeth, he owed me a few favours.”

“I have no idea what Stanley ever saw in you…”

“Ha! You think your brother’s some kind of saint? He once took a rocket gun, said “I am the god of destruction”, and vaporized an unmanned warehouse full of Galactic Federation pharmaceuticals, because the local supply depot didn't accept the prescription pad that he forged, in English.

He got us both banned from The Gambling Dimension because he wrote a three hundred page manifesto on bribery called The Holy Brible, which created a new religion called Stanentology that became the third most practiced faith in the entire dimension. And then he kept advising his followers to overthrow the government, kickstarting The Crusades.

One planet has a picture of him in the dictionary when you look up ‘customer complaint’, because he sold them really shitty copper.

He did a keg stand with liquid ecstasy once. You think it sounds insane, me just saying it? Imagine what it was like to see it. He did a keg stand with liquid ecstasy.”

“I am sure your influence did not help.”

“Oh, definitely. I know I made him worse, but he was already fucked up when I met him. Also, Ford, not using contractions doesn’t make you sound smarter. Just confirms how much of a hubristic turd you are.”

“Are you going to show us where in the Sam hell he is or not?”

“That southern guy has more bite than you do, Ford. Buuut, a deals a deal. Here we go.”

*Rick takes a cable and connects his watch to Fords computer, and then begins typing*

“Alright hot dick let’s see where you managed to get yourself cornered this time.”

“Stanford, you better hurry when you find Stan. Because if you leave me with this man for too long…”

“Yes, he is insufferable, I understand.”

“There he is. He’s in the Time Dimension - in the Future City Court Room? Ouch. That isn’t good, he’s wanted by the jurisdiction of Future City because he broke into their maximum security prison to get me off, and also out, twice. And they’re still pissed about it.”

“But you’ve pinpointed his location?”

“Yes. But I’m not giving you my portal gun, you couldn't possibly even begin to understand how to use it. Instead, you’re going to put this watch on. Here.”

“Fine.”

“I’m going to open a portal that will drop you directly next to him. When you’re ready to come back, just press the button on the side of the watch, it’ll send me a notification that you’re ready to come back, and I’ll open another portal for you.”

“I won’t be long - Fiddleford, keep an eye on the place. Sanchez, behave yourself.”

“You really do have less bite to you than Stan does, he would have told me to go kill myself.”

“The day's still young, Sanchez.”

(...)

“[The winner gets a precious Time Wish, and then decides the loser's fate. And you are officially ch-.]”

“WAIT!”

*Ford suddenly drops out of a green portal vortex right next to Stan, who is still in shackles. The portal winks out instantly.*

“Doc?!”

“Stanley, I cannot believe you thought you had to save me from-!”

“Both of us.”

“Excuse me?”

“They were never just gonna charge you for your weird brain crimes… They were gonna charge you with my stuff, too. And my rap sheets a lot longer than yours.”

“I would have done it anyways!”

“I know you would, that’s why I had to trick you. By the way… about those nightmares you caused- why did you do it?”

“You know why.”

“EXCUSE US?! This is unprecedented! An imposter among us?”

“I am the real Stanford!”

“No, he isn't! Don’t listen to him, he’s crazy!”

“SILENCE! Timebot, run a DNA analysis of the interloper.”

“[Scan complete. DNA 102% match for the accused, with a 2% margin of error.]”

“Identical twins? Clones? How can we possibly tell the difference between them, Lolph?”

“That new one has six fingers, and his glasses still have their lenses.”

“Yes, but our reports never specified the number of fingers of the suspect. And the suspect was always reported to be wearing goggles designed for skiing.”

“Really, Stanley? You judged me for the outfit I chose, and yet you-.”

“Can it, PhD. We both know you just like playing dress-up.”

“Why don’t we use footage from the Infinetentiary Break to count the fingers?”

“We cannot reliably do so, the graininess of the footage is cleared up by an A.I that almost never gets the amount of fingers right.”

“Nah, you listen here ya future jerks, you can’t tell us apart! If you’re gonna take us, you’re gonna have to take both of us- in combat. I want to specify and put that to record right now, I mean take us in combat.”

“Stanley, why are you repeating that?”

“Trust me. This one time, just trust me. Specification is important.”

“[Agents Dundgren and Lolph, do you accept a challenge of two versus two?]”

“We accept. We have advanced, expert training.”

“And those two are just a pair of nobodies with many identities under their belts, but no true purpose with any of them.”

“Hey, doc?”

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna punch that guy.”

“Understandable.”

*A large hole opens up above the arena, and the Time Baby floats out of it, and the crowd in the arena goes wild*

“Welcome Globnar tributes! I have a very important nap to get to so let's make this quick. You each have a chance to settle your time-crimes through gladiatorial combat.”

“[You will have until Time Baby finishes drinking the cosmic sand in this hourglass.]”

“Get ready, Stans. When we win and decide your fate, you’ll both be subject to the maximum punishment under time law.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Stanley! Put the finger- fingers, down!”

“...Dundgren, why is the pudgy one giving us the universal symbol for good luck?”

“Maybe he’s taunting us by suggesting that we will need luck to beat them.”

“That one is tricky. I’ll be sure to stab him before he becomes a problem.”

To be continued…

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