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olympeline · 8 months ago

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You know, I like the idea that one of the first real bonding moments Alasdair and Arthur ever had was in the wreckage of 1776. That widely held headcanon that Arthur hit the bottle reeeally hard and was a rum soaked mess for a good few years after Alfred left. And of course Alasdair would have been around to witness it since their joining in 1707

And it’s quite the uncomfortable surprise, too. Arthur was always such a ferocious little shit - such a thorn in Scottie’s side - that in the end he had to propose a union before they tore each other to bits and sunk Britain’s bright future with their endless wars. Much as he hated to admit it, Arthur was tough. Arthur was strong. But now Arthur’s first born son first colony has up and left, and Arthur isn’t the fire breathing vengeance machine Alasdair expected. Instead of coming up with plots to use their growing empire’s might to beat Alfred to a pulp and drag him back kicking and screaming, Arthur has spiralled into a depressive funk, is going through three bottles a day, and would have already killed himself with alcohol poisoning if he were human. Or maybe he did a few times and just regenerated, idk. Either way it seems Alasdair didn’t know Arthur half so well as he thought he did. He never predicted a reaction like this

Alasdair watches Arthur’s collapse with confusion, followed by disbelief, then open disgust. He tries to ignore it, not wanting to deal with his sibling’s antics. Even when the king and officials beg Alasdair to step in and do something, he brusquely brushes them off. He’s not Arthur’s fucking nursemaid for God’s sake! Until one day they’re due to sail together on the kingdom’s flagship and his little brother holds them up. Alasdair gets the message that the former terror of the waves is once again too shitfaced to stand up, let alone captain a ship. Now the important voyage will have to be delayed

And Scot has just hAD ENOUGH of Arthur embarrassing and inconveniencing them all like this. He swears his brother was less trouble as a mortal enemy! Alasdair storms into Arthur’s room to drag the addlepated sot out of bed and talk some sense into him. With his fists if necessary. Not that it comes to that with Arthur as drunk as he is. Alasdair has to drag him up then hold him up to yell at him. And when Arthur tries to punch him, he would have gone down like a sack of spuds without big bro’s bruising grip. It’s awkward for all involved when Arthur’s pathetic attempts at a scuffle and Alasdair shaking and yelling at him, end with Arthur suddenly crumbling and sobbing on his shoulder. Shocking Alasdair again. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just holds Arthur and haltingly rubs his back, muttering soothing nonsense. Most mortifying moment of Alasdair’s millenia+ life.

He doesn’t push Arthur away as he clings to him, though. As much as Arthur drives him insane like no one else, he’s still Scot’s little brother. So he let’s him cry and just keeps supporting him. Listening in silence as Arthur rants and sobs about Alfred: alternating between professing deepest loathing for the “traitor,” and weeping about how much he misses him and how there’s still time to fix everything and they have to try and get him back, etc. etc. It’s a fool’s hope, but Alasdair always knew Arthur was a fool

But what can he say? A smug, confrontational, fiery, normal Arthur makes Alasdair long for their old days of striking swords and border wars. A pathetic, drunk, weeping, vulnerable Arthur brings out Alasdair’s long dormant brotherly instinct. A feeling usually reserved for Wales and the Ireland twins. But, for the first time since he was a wee bairn, the instinct comes out for Arthur. It’s been so long since he saw him cry, he’d almost forgotten Arthur was capable of it

Alasdair lets Arthur cry himself to exhaustion, then helps him back into bed. Takes off Arthur’s coat, pulls off his boots, drags the blankets up over him. Arthur catches his arm, hands trembling, when Alasdair goes to straighten up and begs him not to leave him too. Alasdair rolls his eyes, cuffs Arthur - gently - and tells him to sleep it off. Then promises gruffly to be there when he wakes up, so stop being a drunk fool and go to sleep

Arthur obeys and Alasdair he keeps his word. Wales and Ireland fill in sailing duty and Alasdair stays with Arthur: king and parliament’s ranting be damned. Planning to help his little brother get himself back on track once he wakes up, starting with getting him off the booze. Or at least getting it back down to royal navy functional alcoholic levels. They can worry about everything else later

Thankfully for both their sanities, Arthur remembers very little of this when he wakes up lol. Alasdair makes sure to thank God extra hard that week at church for big mercies

#hetalia #hws england #hws scotland #aph scotland #aph england #hws uk bros #aph uk bros #my posts #i still don’t know if his name is really alasdair #alistair? allistair? allasdair??#idk 😂#face family

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soleilnomoon · 1 year ago

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Hiya!! I’m absolutely in love with this event you’re doing and wanted to put in an order with you if possible 🥲❤️

Can I please have a glazed donut with caramel and a touch of whipped cream, a Neapolitan rose cake with poppy seeds and whipped cream and a #1 (Kidd) from the secret menu?

For a f!reader (Gn reader is also perfect, whatever you’re comfortable with!)

Thank you so so much!!

hihi!! ty for being patient with my very slow writing 😭💓 anyway i love kidd he's so fun to write and he's just so silly being grumpy like that all the time. i wrote this like i was possessed so i hope you enjoy 😊also as u know enemies 2 lovers is my shit, i love it sfm.

3.3k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, enemies 2 lovers, hurt/comfort, a splash of angst (nothing major it's so tame i promise maybe), and fluff if pretend real good (jk it's there somewhere); feat. oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, kid being a bigass bully but reader dishes it back, kid is a mean bitch when he's jealous but what's new, reader likes it ok; is this toxic??? maybe a lil idk, i'm into it ok. both of them need to do better; killer makes a brief cameo! (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes, no u didn't :))

“listen, memory’s got a hard heart and a soft head. / whatever light the eye sees, the heart says dark, dark, dark.” — charles wright

an empty beer bottle shatters on impact the moment eustass kid chucks it at the wall near your head; thankfully your keen senses allow you to miss the attack, just barely.

“care to explain,” you say as carefully and as cordially as you can, teeth grinding against each other every time you pause to calm yourself, “why the entire fuck did you throw that at me?” you keep your distance from your hot-tempered captain, staring fiercely at him, not at all fazed by his intimidating presence.

kid pours himself a glass of scotch and ignores you altogether, grunting noisily before downing the drink all at once.

“kid,” your tone is anything but amiable, he can taste your annoyance even from across the room; everyone had cleared the kitchen once you and kid started arguing — the crew has been privy to one too many explosive fights and they were tired of breaking them up. when it doesn’t look like he’s going to answer truthfully, you roll your eyes and toss your hair over your shoulders. “know what? i’m done, i’m leaving this stupid ship, because there’s no way i’m going to survive with a shitty captain like you.” the words leave your mouth much too fast, spurned by the two glasses of wine you had previously.

you weren’t even mad that he threw the bottle, you were used to the outbursts and you were equally as destructive as he was — much to the chagrin of your crew mates, who constantly reminded the two of you to figure something out quickly.

kid knows better than to encourage you to leave, even though the words touch the tip of his tongue, but he thinks better of it and says nothing. instead, he fills another glass and drinks again.

“do whatever you want,” he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, eyes closing as he lounges on a chair lazily. he doesn’t mean it, of course, but you decide to interpret that as him giving you permission. bile rises to the back of your throat, and you will yourself not to let a single tear fall. you sniff loudly and turn your face away before storming out of the kitchen.

you bump into killer on your way out, but before he can ask what’s wrong you run off. he doesn’t chase after you as he has a sinking feeling that you and kid had yet another fight that requires his mediation.

a thankless job if anyone were to ask him.

he finds kid with his eyes closed and a frown stitched onto his face. killer sits across from his captain and sighs loudly.

“start from the beginning,” he says smoothly, watching kid carefully to see if he’s actually going to give him the whole story this time.

kid doesn’t move for a long moment, but he knows he can’t avoid killer so he relents. he tries not to think about the shape of your mouth, or the curve of your hips; he tries and tries and tries, but he can’t get your face out of his head.

“it’s not a big deal,” kid says gruffly, voice low, irritation spiking all over again when he slams the glass on the wooden table — the force of it rattling the furniture nearby.

killer crosses his arms against his chest and fixes kid with a steely glare, one that penetrates through his mask. still, kid insists on pleading his case.

“you know she argues with me on purpose, why are you always on her side?” he will never understand; if anything, his crew should side with him always. loyalty above all else, after all. there’s no legitimate reason for why you and kid are always at each other’s throats — it’s probably because you’re more alike than you think and your stubbornness always clashes with his; he’s also controlling and bossy, pigheaded and a pain in your ass.

and yet, there you are, sighing in defeat as you press your face into your pillow and try not to scream.

the funny thing is, as much as you both like to deny it, everyone can see that this is pent up sexual frustration that will implode sooner rather than later. kid would rather gut himself than admit that he likes you, would rather swallow nails for ninety days before confessing to you first. similarly, you hate the idea of him having this sort of power over you — that’s what you tell yourself anyway; if he knew how much you liked him, then you’d never hear the end of it.

his ego knows no bounds and you don’t know if you’d be able to tolerate him being that smug around you.

still, you’re sorely tempted to just tell him and get it off your chest; maybe if he sees where you were coming from, then he’ll ease up. you doubt it, though. while you’re not oblivious to the heated looks that kid gives you, if you give into that desire, there’s no coming back from it unscathed.

your poor battered heart can only take so much, you need to protect it from men like him — men who come in like storms, wrecking your life without remorse.

killer’s lecture only pisses kid off even more, but his best friend has never steered him wrong, so he takes his advice seriously. his issue with you is so painfully simple that if you knew you’d make fun of him forever — at least, that’s what he thinks anyway.

his attraction to you has only grown stronger over the years and you have an iron grip on him without even realizing. he fucks other people to get you out of his head and it only gets worse. you tried your best to flirt around in the hopes of finding someone to take your mind off him, but everyone you meet pales in comparison.

there’s never anything wrong with them — they’re just, so nice, so… tame. and you hate that kid has gotten you accustomed to a certain kind of chaos that you crave without meaning to. you know that you’re much too intense for just anyone to handle, so you don’t try that hard anymore. for some reason, this pleases kid more than it should. he actively sabotages anyone’s interest in you for the sole purpose of keeping you to himself, all without telling you, of course.

killer wants to tell you to wise up about kid, but knows that it’s not worth it; you won’t listen to reason anyway, will you?

you like to lie to yourself and say that you hate him, but you know you don’t. and kid doesn’t want to admit that part of the reason why he likes you so much is because you’re dismissive around him and are one of the few people who dares to talk back to him. he likes that part of you so much that he’s sure it’s an unhealthy obsession at this point — hence why he’s always acting out whenever you’re nearby.

you know you should just let it go, try to find a middle ground with him — and he keeps telling himself that if he fucks you once, maybe you’ll calm down and stop nagging him so much.

one can only hope, right?

after docking the ship on a small island, you take to exploring around the closest town. the others follow kid to a pub and drink heavily. because it’s packed inside, kid opts to finish his drink outside, where the breeze caresses his skin gently; he finds solace in the cool evening temperature and almost heads back in when he hears laughter.

a few feet away, you’re standing with an unknown man — a civilian from town, most likely — smiling like a mischievous cat, batting your eyelashes and touching his arm every so often. kid narrows his eyes, jaw clenched as he finishes his drink, his anger steadily rising at the sight.

you’re in the middle of accepting a date, when kid calls your name out. loudly.

you try to ignore him, but you know that he’ll only be tempted to do something outrageous so you apologize to the stranger and stomp over to your nosy ass captain.

“what do you want now? can’t you see i’m busy.” your face is flushed from embarrassment — and the stranger leaves once he sees the fierce look kid gives him from over your head — and anger, a deadly combination that makes you look every bit as cute as you are alluring.

he wishes you’d stop being attractive so he can get over you quickly; but yet there you are, fussing at him without a care in the world. your lack of fear only makes him want you more. he licks his lips and motions for you to follow him back to the ship.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you say, holding your ground and not moving an inch.

kid swivels on his heels and his audacity reaches new bounds when he says, “either you walk on your own or i carry you. either way, you’re getting back on the fucking ship.”

something about that stirs something forbidden inside of you, a wicked heat that makes you squirm a bit under his gaze. if you don’t comply that’ll complicate things, but if you do that’ll only mean you’re giving in to his demands and you don’t want that.

right?

lips parted, an argument rolls onto your tongue, but he grabs your face roughly with his hand and stops you from saying another word. “i’m serious.” and you know he is. you swallow hard and nod, following after him quietly, heart beating much too fast. you tell yourself you’ll make it out of this in one piece, but you make the mistake of following kid back to his room, all of your self-preservation thrown out of the window when you close the door behind you and sigh.

kid’s anger nearly blinds him; he didn’t think he’d ever be that jealous, but he saw the way your soft features were illuminated in the moonlight, and it became painfully obvious that he wanted you to look at him like that too. but, again, stubbornness and cowardice work in tandem, making it easy for him to avoid that sort of vulnerability for the time being.

“you can’t keep bossing me around, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” your words come out sharp, but your voice lowers when he steps closer to you and backs you against the door. “you also can’t get jealous because you and i aren’t dating.” this is the first time you’ve actually said that out loud to him; he considers your words, but only chuckles darkly in response.

“and that’s where you’re wrong.”

you stare at him, wide-eyed; what an impossible man. whatever residual irritation you have steadily dissipates, as you try to tell yourself that fucking eustass kid will only bring you more headaches. but then he pushes his leg in between yours, and then you’re leaning into him, back arching, chest heaving the moment he kisses you.

there’s nothing delicate about the way kid handles you; with brutish strength, he rips through most of your clothes, laughing when you shriek and chastise him over it. he kisses you repeatedly, tongue swiping against yours playfully as he grabs your ass. heat courses through your body viciously, making you pull away so you can unbuckle and unzip his pants, stroking his stiff cock without prompting, admiring the length and thickness.

this man will be the death of you, that much is certain. but you’re going to enjoy the ride the entire time regardless.

you sink to your knees, the wooden floor cool against your skin. you run your tongue along the length of his cock, soft hands massaging his balls with skill and ease. kid fights to not moan your name, instead opting to tug on your hair roughly. “stop teasing me,” he says in a low, gravelly voice, lust fueling his thoughts and actions.

he’s trying to be considerate, but at the pace you’ve set, he has half a mind to just take over; but he lets you have the reigns briefly, watching you with half-lidded eyes, tongue gliding along his bottom lip as you suck on the thick head of his cock.

“fuck.”

you take that as confirmation to continue, looking up at him, desire burning through you as you open your mouth and slacken your jaw to take in more of him. whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you compensate by using your hands. his hips jerk forward, and he braces his heavy, mechanical arm against the door, while his other hand grabs onto your hair and tugs you off him.

“make it sloppy,” he says roughly, and you squeeze your thighs together, plush lips parted as you exhale deeply. you know better than to disobey that command, so you give him what he wants, bobbing your head up and down his cock, hands twisting and pumping around the base. your saliva coats his length and he sucks in a harsh breath when you moan and suck on his tip, persistent and playful.

he ends up thrusting into your mouth, cock gliding further down your throat with his help. you let him fuck your face, his groans loud, vibrating along your skin, making your pussy slick with your arousal. his hips jerk forward, his breathing uneven as you hold onto his thighs for support. if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you might pass out honestly. he knows if he continues, he’ll only end up cumming in your mouth and he doesn’t want that just yet.

when he tosses you onto the bed, you get on all fours, tempting him with your ass — that he’s admired for far longer than necessary — you look over your shoulder at him, lips swollen from his kisses. he thinks you look pretty like that, a dazed look on your face, insatiable in your desire for him. he’s in the same exact boat as you, muscles tensing as he pulls the rest of his clothes off.

you shiver slightly, rub your lips together and let out a shrill whimper when he licks along your slit, your arousal dripping onto his tongue once it slides in between your folds. you don’t think you’ve ever had someone taste you like that — like you’re a coveted fruit, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t devour you whole right now. kid eats your pussy with fervor, leaving open-mouthed kisses and slurping messily.

grabbing at the bed sheets, you make an attempt to shift away from him, but he holds you steady, tongue circling dangerously around your throbbing clit. you yelp, cry out loudly, and beg for more.

he hums absently, before he slides a thick finger inside of you, pumping it in and out, watching as you fuck yourself against his hand once he inserts another finger. he scissors them recklessly, and you shamelessly buck against him before he swaps his fingers for his tongue.

“yes, fuck, right there,” you chant, breathing erratic as you chase the high that kid is dangling right in front of you. he’s barely holding on himself, but he has a point to prove. he swipes at your clit again, flicking his tongue against it before sucking on it hard. a flash of white blinds you, and when you cum forcefully enough to make you slump over.

still, kid’s not done with you.

he admires all the marks he’s left along your thighs and ass, smiling to himself haughtily. you know he’s probably grinning like a fool right now and you don’t even care to argue with him about it. you rub your ass against his cock once before he thrusts his cock inside of you; he grants you a bit of mercy, pausing so you can adjust to his girth before snapping his hips forward and fucking you at a merciless pace.

with a hand on your back, kid bucks his hips roughly against yours; your thighs tremble and your voice grows hoarse from how loud you’re moaning for him. the walls in the rooms aren’t thick, so no doubt some of your crew mates have heard you already — not that you care about any of that right now anyway.

his balls slap against you with each stroke, his cock burrowing deeper inside your cunt without remorse. he grabs you by the back of your hair and pulls you flush against his chest, back arching as he powers into you with short, frenzied thrusts. your pussy is soft and warm around him, making him think irrational, impossible things — making him want to be different with you.

the pads of his fingers are rough when they rub against your clit, and he wraps an arm around you to keep you close as he fucks you faster. sweat pools at your temples, the room is hot but not uncomfortable. he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out of you momentarily and panting lightly. when he enters you again this time, he plunges in deep enough to have you babbling incoherently as tears glide down your round cheeks.

he laughs at your whimpering. “big baby,” he says teasingly, the taunt dark with intent. “all that mouth but you can’t take my cock, what a damn shame.” you know he’s joking, but your face burns with shame anyway.

“shut up,” you manage to say with great difficulty, moaning shamelessly as he rolls his hips against yours. kid presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and you’re surprisingly okay with the intimacy — and he is too.

strange. very, very strange.

it’s when he angles his cock like that that you cum again, clenching around his girth, holding him hostage as his thrusts become sloppier and frenetic. there’s a feral possessiveness that he exudes when he rolls you onto your back and throws your legs over his shoulders. you barely have the strength, but you do your best to keep up, hips lifting to meet his menacing strokes, pussy squelching loudly.

his bed sheets are soaked, but he doesn’t care; all he cares about is this. you. he realizes that now — very belatedly, but still. he finds himself tipping over the edge when you lean up to kiss him sweetly, almost affectionately. he meant to pull out so he could cum on your stomach and thighs but doesn’t, he cums inside you instead.

it’s thick and hot, you whimper against his lips pathetically, nails clawing along his back, head spinning from the intense way he fucked you.

after a minute or so, he pulls out and clarity hits him. you look over at him as he stretches out on his large bed, lazy like a mountain lion, eyes closed briefly. you wonder if this is where you get kicked out and you dread the walk back to your room — especially since kid rudely ruined your clothes. he feels you shift on the bed, arms and legs shaky as you sit up. he frowns, not liking the idea of you leaving and grabs onto your arm, tugging you towards him gently.

although with a man as large as him, his idea of gentle is different than most. you find yourself laying on top of his chest, confused but also content, smiling secretly as you duck your head to avoid his gaze. he plays with your hair before yawning.

“i was going to—”

he pulls you closer and you clamp your lips together, afraid of saying anything else that might disrupt whatever peace has settled between you two.

kid hesitates only for a moment before saying, “stay.” it’s almost cute, the way he’s suddenly very demure, as if the idea of asking anyone to stay over has never occurred to him. but he knows that if he lets you leave, then things might go back to normal, and he doesn’t want that.

not that he knows what he wants exactly, but that’s beside the point. he’ll figure it out in due time, but for now, he’ll enjoy having your body next to his.

#finally finally done #fic request #milestone event #500+ followers event #🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet event🧁✨🍭#one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #eustass kid smut #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x y/n #kidd x reader #kidd x y/n #one piece angst #one piece fluff #eustass kid angst #eustass kid fluff #eustass kidd smut

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blackholesun321 · 1 year ago

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the mental illness can be called Abandoned Nesting Syndrome-and can usually occur in individuals who were abandoned either young or suddenly and traumatically like say,, a very prominent and very wanted crew breaking up and leaving the two young cabin boys to fend for themselves and assuming that they will be able to see eachother again only to watch the head of the flock be very publicly executed

and given how the would government acted at baterillia on just the rumor of roger having a child….

what do you think they would do when two young, (relatively) inexperienced members of his flock are flying free?

alone?

Ok I kinda went overboard with this one and wrote an entire Fic chapter for you. Idk if it’s any good but hopefully it conveys the absolute mess Shanks is as a person. And how much Mihawk loves him despite this— well there both huge messes. I’ll get into Mihawks neuroses at a later date but enjoy!

⛔️ WARNING⚠️ THIS CONTAINS MENTION OF GORE! DEATH! INFANT DEATH! DESCRIPTION OF SUICIDE! SELF HARMING! AND A DESCRIPTION OF A DISSOCIATIVE DELUSION MANIC EPISODE! If you are triggered by any of this DO NOT READ THIS WORK! I will mark the bit in red when it starts but you will be missing most of the chapter.

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Summary ——Mihawk is visit the red force to show off his new murder child to his husband.

He instead comes upon an quiet ship, a smoking first mate and the terrible horrible feeling that something is wrong.

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Mihawk knows somethings wrong.

Call it intuition, call it knowing his husband, call it noticing that the Red Force is never this quiet without something unusual happening, call it observation Haki.

Whatever it is, as Mihawk's coffin-sloop slides side by side with the giant bastardization between a long ship and a galleon, he can't help but brace himself for the worst.

He removes his hat to check yet again at the vivre card stuck in the band, the motion disturbing his cargo tucked up and held securely against his spine. There’s a shuffle and a small adjustment on Mihawk's part to allow a green head, mussed with sleep and disgruntlement, to poke itself out the top of his wing.

Zoro yawns, a mouth full of missing teeth on display before squinting up at the Red Force. A quiet "woah" on his exhale as the fledgling seems to try and lean back all the way, kicking the inside of Mihawk’s wing to look at the ship in its entirety.

“Your husband must be strong.”

Mihawk hums in acknowledgment, sliding his hat back into place upon seeing that once again the card was just as whole and ivory as before.

“Do you assume I would have married someone who wasn’t?” He wonders idly if he’d have to fly up, dreading the idea of leaving his fledg—student here alone. God knows the number of times Mihawk had had to keep him from walking straight off the bow and into the sea.

“No, but I bet he’s as much of a bastard.”

Now a cold nose and cheek are being rubbed into his shoulder, and lord above, Mihawk hopes Zoro isn’t wiping his nose on his jacket. Children, he has come to learn in the last weeks or so, are disgusting and won't hesitate to use you and anything near you as a hand towel.

“Language,” he can't help but admonish, as someone finally must have noticed his sloop and waves of subtle Haki he’d been sending out for the last fifteen minutes. (And now he knows something is up. Shanks would have never missed his Haki signature, not with him projecting it like a neon sign.) A ladder has started being lowered, and Mihawk mentally sighs at the thirty feet he’ll have to climb with a wriggling child tucked safely to his back.

“Try not to move so much or this will be uncomfortable for us both.” There’s a grumble and some twisting that has Mihawk mentally noting to himself and his student for a quick preening session after this is over. Two tiny arms snake around his neck and grab a handful of down. Scratch that; he’s going to need a long preening session. The ladder finally arrives, and Mihawk starts the long, arduous climb up his husband's ship.

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It takes a second to reach the top, and by the time he does, both him and Zoro are absolutely done with the uncontrollable wind currents slapping them against the hull.

“Permission to board?” He huffs, already heaving himself and cargo over the rail before Benn has a chance to reply.

“Yeah-yeah, fucking welcome.”

Mihawk's wing has started to cramp from holding Zoro close to keep him from falling thirty feet into the sea. Witnesses and prone-to-getting-lost child be damned, he gives Zoro a warning shake before slowly stretching out the offending appendage.

Zoro, instead of plopping down like a normal considerate child, chooses instead to slide down Mihawk's body and puddle on the deck at his feet, grip still clutched in his pant leg.

“Never again, just let me take my chances on the ship next time,” the fledgling hisses as Mihawk lifts up his boot to try and detangle the child from his leg. It isn’t working. With an aborted sigh of a man learning to pick his battles, he gives his wing and boot one more good shake before giving in to his fate of his leg being clutched like a barnacle.

“I see you’ve been.. busy.” He could flip Beckman off and is incredibly tempted to do so, but knows that would only play into what his husband's first mate wants. No one could get under his skin faster, aside from maybe Shanks and the marines as a whole… and Doflamingo, but that was Doflamingo, and the man practically made it his life goal to live under others' skin. But bigger fish to fry, like the fact Benn is smoking. He never smokes unless something's up. Something big. And usually to do with his husband’s stupidity.

“Where is Shanks?” His eyes scanning the deck for red, bloody, and stark against the Red Force's maroon paneling. He finds nothing, and the panic he’s been suppressing goes from defcon 1 to defcon 1.5. His eyes slide back to Beckman, who winces, teeth chewing, sifting at the end of his cigarette.

“He ain’t hurt, Hawkeye, just… he’s a bit.” Beckman glances down at Zoro, who has taken the opportunity to curl up like a cat around Mihawk's boot and is most likely fast asleep.

“He’s been on a bit of a spree.” Spree could mean a number of things for Shanks. Benn was being circumstantial and oblique, and it was pissing Mihawk’s already small amount of patience into the wind.

“Elaborate.”

“It’s an episode, not…” He takes a minute to inhale cancer— and Mihawk wants to rip the cigarette out of his hand and make him get on with it, anxiety and pirate guest rights be damned.

“Obsessive.” Is what he finally lands on, and it’s something, it’s something. “Just all over the place en’ shit. Hasn’t hurt himself, I think? Hasn’t hurt anyone else.”

And that’s ok, not good but enough to make the fear in Mihawks chest curdle into something manageable. He can do this, he’s done this before, but a lot was happening right now, and Mihawk didn’t need—he already had a surprise to show Shanks in the form of his protégé. For someone like Shanks, being introduced to new flock, especially a fledgling, could exacerbate him into something worse.

“How far along is he? Is it just nesting, or is he trying to rearrange the cargo hold?” And Mihawk isn't trying to make light of the situation; Shanks has and will tear the ship apart if it doesn’t meet the unachievable standards his mind has conjured. But not obsessive, not this time— that’s not good; but means they probably won’t have an entire disaster on their hands.

“Not too far, started about a day or two ago. He's been locked in his cabin, hasn’t eaten, and refused to drink when I offered. Was about to call if— you know.” The ashes from Benn’s cigarette are flicked over the bow, and Mihawk appreciates that he made an effort for it to be downwind at least.

He forced himself to breathe and braces his heart. He loves his husband more than he thinks he’s ever loved anything, aside from swordplay, but these episodes can be hard on both of them. Especially if Uta was...

“Is Uta here?” He's going to have bruises from how hard he's pinching the bridge of his nose to stifle the migraine starting to build behind his eyes.

“Nah, dropped her off with Buggy a few days back. We’ve been looking for something to do with the government; didn’t want her involved.” Well, that's a relief. At least he won’t have to be fielding two children today.

Thinking of children, Mihawk's eyes glance back down to a definitely asleep fledgling, wings tucked up and over himself in a display of youthful flexibility that makes Mihawk's back twinge just to look at.

“May I leave my charge with you while I go... talk to Shanks?”

Benn shrugs. “No skin off my nose.” He’s already getting in his last few hits before he’ll have to pitch the cigarette over the side. Mihawk hopes the smell won’t be too much of a bother for Zoro.

It takes a second of removing surprisingly strong fingers from his pants leg before Mihawk is able to lift a still very asleep fledgling over to his husband's first mate's arms.

The boy's face scrunches for a second, feathers fluffing, and Mihawk worries he’ll wake before his protégé turns into Beckman's warmth and starts breathing shallowly again.

“I bet it's a hell of a story how you managed to adopt a fledgling,” Benn grins, gazing moving to the dead asleep boy curled to his chest. “-you, of all people.”

“He’s my protégé,” Mihawk corrects, fixing Zoro’s newly grown flight feathers from getting crushed and smoothing out the down.

“If you say so,” the bigger man chuckles. The only reason Mihawk doesn’t retaliate is that he’s an adult and can rise above the petty need to stab whatever displeases him on a day-to-day basis. If he did that, he’d be a widow several times over by now.

With one last shuffle of Zoro's wings, Mihawk nods once at his fledgling, once at Beckman, and he steals himself as he leaves to find whatever state his husband might be in.

———

Warning this is where shit gets real do not read beyond this point- if trigger by any of the thing wanted about above.

———

There are good days, you know?

Mostly good days now. It used to be bad days sometimes and good days another, and you learn to live with it. You learn— you don’t move on, but you move, and that's something.

It's mostly good days, but when the bad days come and hit like a hammer, it's hard to catch yourself before the fall.

It's not Luffy's fault. Well, it is kinda, but not entirely. It's Shanks' fault mostly. He's not good with kids; it's a rule of his. No kids on the force, no babies or children, just he can't, not him, not them, so small and fragile and—

He dreams at night, okay. He dreams, and they aren't good dreams. Those small, headless, limbless forms drip past his line of sight. They chant dead names and tiny insidious things that burrow beneath his skin, crawling like parasites into his brain.

Memories are funny things. Red had his memories and attachments, but those were nothing to Shanks; separation and repression. And well, ignorance was bliss. That empty murdered town was peaceful, in a way they hadn't felt since...

The square had been, in its own twisted way, the heave of bodies, the humidity, the perfect moment before the blades fell, and red and black feathers, falling with them. He's on the floor, nails in the wood, heaving, knots in his stomach, lamprey twisting up in knots under his skin; he can feel it.

He went, and he saw. Feathers, so much down, wings ripped from corpses, heads and bloated stomachs that popped like bursting overripe fruit, limbs, and burned mother and burn father and grandfathers and whole families, piles on piles.

And the screaming. screamingscreamingscreaming-

—the light skitters like a crab and the ground pools like blood—

No, like feathers, his hands are red and brown, full of feathers, blood just down. He pulls, and the pain shoots down to the marrow, painpainpain. Here, in ripped and ruined sheets

Here in his room. It’s not safe— it’s never safe. It’s never perfect, he tried he tried to make it perfect make it safe and they’re going to die the world is rotting under his finger tips, dripping dropping red-red-red and dead dead Dead!

There is no squeak as the door opens, no tell other than the barest ghost of the air around him shifting, and he doesn’t need to open his eyes to know who it is. A sudden wave of paranoia courses through him, and he can feel his silent appreciation shift. The whisperings in the back of his head grow conflicted, some enraged beyond reason, others whispering comforts and idealizations.

Ignoring them is second nature, but reality is just as cruel as his mind.

“Shanks? Are you.. Shanks.”

The screams of dead children echo through the room, and he absentmindedly picks at the flaking blood beneath his nubs of a thumbnail. “Shanks? Love, I’m going to touch you, ok?” That part of him that is Shanks revolts at its state, and the part that is Red laughs like cracking bones, telling him to pull them out. “Can you hear me love? Nod if you can hear—“ The part that is 13 is a gaping emptiness of nothing but grief-grief-anger-pain, and the part that is 15 screams, “Shanks? i need you to look at me ok I need-“ and the part that is 17 laughs with Red, digging down, down, down! And—

“SHANKS! STOP-“

He's spiraling again.

Shanks breathes or Red does, and there's blood dripping down his face, the nails of his left hand buried deep into the skin. He's here, there, now, and he isn't, but it's enough, maybe, to struggle back up above the screams.

He opens to see, he doesn’t want to look but— Gold and black and gold on black and gold within in gold, ringed and round and—

“Mihawk?”

Mihawk. Birds and flight and freedom, arms and swords and blood, blood rivers of blood— and pressure, hands over his hands, red with stains and red with feathers, and it’s all red, please I can’t, I don’t want to see, I can’t, please—

“I’m here, that’s right, I’m here, love. Benn didn’t say... I am here, your safe; focus on me ok?”

Fingers in his fingers, broad and strong, and heat, not cold, not limp-dead-rotting, not small, focus and focus and focus, not small, here and pressure stinging on his face—

“I’m going to pull your hand away from your cheek; you’re hurting yourself. Nod twice if you understand?”

It takes all that he is, and he is so much, so many pieces, so many times and places, so much pain—it takes all that he is to nod once-twice, to stay here with him, his safety, strength, his—

“Yes, I'm just okay. Yes, that's okay. I'm here, I'm here, you're here with me. Can you talk?”

There is air over fresh cuts and words pressing over his ears and eyes, and holding his hands, broad and warm and alive, and here, and Shanks is so tired.

“I can't... I'm so tired but I can't...” he wants and wants, he's twisted with need, the lampreys squirm, his skin writhes, his wings ache, he wants.

“Shanks, I—Shanks, can you stay with me? I need you with me just a few minutes more, okay? Have you taken any of your medications today?”

There is more, there is always more, it’s a well— a never ending pit. It swallows him sometimes, it rarely swallows him whole, like here, like now. He has things to keep it small and manageable, at bay. He has tells and medication and alcohol—god, does he want a drink—and people who know, who catch him when he starts to fall. But this was so soon, so sudden, he didn't realize, he didn't notice—

“No, I... rum, that’s—that.” And it is, it is, but not enough, never enough. He's so tired, he wants it all to stop, but if it stops, he'll die, and everyone he loves will die. It's not safe. He needs to make it safe. If it's safe and everyone is safe, then no more, no blood, no more feathers, no more red—

"Thank you for telling me," hands, his hands, their hands, nails filled with dirt. He dug so many shallow graves—When it rained, the little feathers floated back up. So many babies—he doesn’t want their faces. He wants, he wants the ground to swallow them whole—

"So many. I don't, I can't. It's not safe. They'll kill you, and Uta—WHERE'S UTA, UTA!" His Baby Were Is His Baby! They killed so many, they’ll kill his Baby— they killed his brother, they’ll take his baby too. He saw the mothers, he saw the fathers, corpses with slit wrists and slit throats, bodies thrown from the cliffs. He can’t, if she dies, he’ll die too. She can’t die, everyone will die if she’s dead—

“Shhh, she’s safe—she’s safe, she’s with Buggy their… hiding, no one can find them. I don’t even know where they are. They're safe, love, we're all safe, I promise.” He doesn’t know, he has to see, he doesn’t know but... this is Mihawk, this is here, and hands pressure on his fingers, moving up his arms to cup his cheek, this is true—he doesn’t know, but it’s Mihawk, and that’s enough—he’s so tired.

“I know, love, I know, you can be tired—” no, he can’t. “I’m here now, I'm keeping watch, you just lay back for me?” No, he can’t, but Mihawk, it’s his husband who asks. There's ashes in his lungs and maggots under his skin, but Mihawk is here, and maybe, maybe?

“Yes, just like—“ the hands move from his cheek and pulse point to slide under and over— a body, firm and warm and alive, pressed to his own, down, down, down to the ground.

“I’m here, shhh, I’m here.” The rain and the mud and bodies, cold shivering, the black heat of his father's corpse, grinning with flies, but hands in his hair, stroking—tangled. Words pressed to his skull— He's here, he’s here.

“That's right, I’m here. I'm not going anywhere.” Shanks is here, Red is dead. Shanks is now; Red is then.

“That’s okay, close your eyes for me, okay?” Shanks is real, and Red can dream.

———

Yeah that’s it for now. I’ll probably be rewriting this first draft and posting it on ao3 with another pov from Benn.

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one-winged-dreams · 1 year ago

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Haunting

ship: a lunar light (adri x isa) (pl: adri & isa & lea) source: kingdom hearts word count: 1253 cw: somewhat suggestive implications/jokes

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife

Idk how busy I'm gonna be tomorrow so we're posting a Halloween fic TONIGHT.

Though the party had been a success, neither Adri nor Isa had anticipated having to drag their dearest and closest pain in the ass back home. Admittedly, Isa did not refrain from complaining the whole way about the fact that they probably should have.

Adri was tasked with unlocking the door while Isa supported Lea's limp weight and, after doing so, showed the prior mercy by continuing to assist him with the latter.

"Theeere you go, Lea," Adri coaxed the man in question as he and Isa lowered him to his bed.

But not… very well.

Lea lay face down, his head missing the pillow just so as one of his gangly legs dangled over the edge of the mattress. All in costume, minus what his two friends were merciful enough to remove from his person.

"Thanks guys… 'preciate it," came Lea's muffled reply as he refrained from moving.

"Looks like the monsters prevail over the hunter tonight, I guess," Isa snorted before shaking his head with a sigh.

This time, Lea raised a hand, weakly shaking it as if to shoo his two friends off.

"Yeah, yeah, you two go make out on the couch or something."

"Lea!" Adri gasped, blushing and turning his head with an embarrassed pout.

"What?" Lea's voice was still muffled by the mattress. "I KNOW that's what you guys are gonna do now that I'm not third-wheeling ya anymore."

Isa scoffed and shoved Lea's costume tricorn back onto his head with enough force to suffocate him in the sheets for a moment.

"Well this third wheel looks more like a flat tire. Go to sleep, Lea. Happy Halloween." And though seemingly annoyed as usual by his friend's quips, Isa cracked an amused smile towards the end.

"Happy Halloween, hope I pass out before I hear any ghosts moaning and knocking furniture around and whatnot."

Adri and Isa turned around at the same time with a simultaneous and equally annoyed cry of "Lea!" before the man in question's waving gave them the cue to grumble and slam the door behind them.

By the time the two remaining members of the trio managed to make their way to the couch, the most cumbersome parts of their costumes lay on the floor to be picked up tomorrow. For the most part, rather.

"Keep the ears, they're cute," Adri grinned as Isa reached to remove the wolf ear headband.

Isa scoffed, clearly embarrassed. "Absolutely not. You're lucky you got to see me in them in the first place."

"Pleeease? I'll keep the fangs in. It took me forever to figure out how to get the moulding to work anyway," Adri pleaded, grinning to make a point. He then proceeded to take pleasure in the way Isa's eyes lingered on them for a moment before sighing.

"Fine. Consider it an act of solidarity," Isa replied, but not without cracking another smirk as he took his place on the couch.

Adri's grin widened before he leaned into him, his delight peaking at the way Isa's arm came up to wrap around his shoulders. "You're sweet. Now what do you want to watch?"

Isa offered an amused hum, smiling thoughtfully down at Adri, who was already resting his head on his chest. "You've always been better versed in that sort of thing, you pick."

"Oh, come on, you know that's a loaded question. What are you in the mood for? Something, like, REALLY scary, maybe something gorey? Maybe something fun? Give me something to work with," Adri goaded, wiggling into Isa's side excitedly.

Unable to keep from chuckling, Isa punctuated with a more good-natured sigh. "Fine. Something fun."

The resulting thoughtful pout charmed Isa to the core, his gaze softening in the instant it took for something to seemingly occur to Adri.

"The Cabin in the Woods?" he quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head with the proposition.

Isa let out some air through his nose in an amused fashion before nodding and turning to look at the TV. "That one's pretty dumb, but I like it just fine. Go ahead."

"It's SUPPOSED to be dumb," Adri mumbled as he played around with the remote, "I put on the entry level shit for YOU TWO, you know."

A full laugh escaped Isa this time, giving Adri's shoulders a gentle squeeze as he did so. "You don't need to put the kid gloves on just for me, you know."

"Yeah, that's what Lea said," Adri quipped without elaborating or so much as looking away from the TV as he flipped through the options.

Truthfully, Isa didn't doubt that, but he was far too enamored by how Adri spoke about his interests, little facets of his personality shining just for him to see. Oh, and Lea too, sometimes, he guessed.

What WAS reserved for him and him alone, however, was that sweet, loving smile that shone up at him as Adri managed to get the movie menu set up. Jealousy was a lingering habit for Isa, he often found himself overthinking the way Adri interacted with people other than him and Lea. He was ashamed of this knee-jerk way of thinking, but it came with a singular perk - he had never in his life seen Adri smile at anyone else the way that he did at him. And in being gifted such a boon, it was enough to dispel any remaining shades of doubt or guilt from his heart.

"You ready?" Adri prompted, to which Isa nodded.

"Go ahead."

As the movie proceeded along, it was enough to conjure the feeling of a proper moment of Halloween-oriented alone time for the two, falling into their roles with laughter and commentary. But even through the fun, the growing sense of intimacy began to spread, and by the time the credits rolled, Isa noticed Adri staring at him with a vexed expression.

"What's wrong? You're not having a mood drop, are you?" Isa's expression grew mildly concerned as he reached up to brush some hair behind Adri's ear.

"What? Oh, no. It's just…" Adri looked down for a moment, frowning pensively.

Isa's head tilted to the side, partially out of confusion, partially because he was trying to read the other's expression. "Just?"

Adri hummed thoughtfully before sighing and looking back up in exasperation. "GOD, I just want to kiss you really bad but I don't want Lea to be RIGHT!"

Blinking at him for a second, Isa couldn't help but descend into proper laughter, his forgotten wolf ears bouncing slightly at the force of it. "THAT'S what's bothering you?"

"YES!" Adri scoffed, placing a hand on Isa's chest. "It's a good thing it's Halloween because that is a genuinely spooky thought, you have to admit!"

As he finally ceased his wheezing, Isa cleared his throat and instead smiled fondly, brushing his fingers against the distressed man's cheek. "It is, yes. Very spooky. But like you said, it's Halloween. Annnnd it wouldn't be the first time I debased myself to someone's expectations."

"Well that was kind of a fucked up thing to say."

"It was, but I'm just trying to get you to kiss me already."

"God I love you."

"Mutual. You know, we might as well do some 'haunting' if we're letting Lea be psychic tonight."

"Oh I definitely feel a poultergeist problem coming on."

Isa ugly laughed for a few seconds.

"Please don't ever say anything like that again."

"Can't make any promises. Now let's see how sturdy the moulding on these fangs is."

"Mh, let's."

#self ship #self shipping #dream fics #a lunar light #pl: lea

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generalkenobee · 1 year ago

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Hiiii could I possibly request a little Mando x reader where reader was raised by the tusken raiders? She's like their princess in a way. She doesn't wear the face thing BUT she's not allowed to leave her hut ever because they see her as super important. But one day she HAS to leave (idk why lol) so they ask the mandalorian to escort her away. Now she travels with him and they have crushes on each other. I'm thinkin tomboy edgy type reader who's also a bad bitch lol

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST CUTIE PATOOTIE 🩷🫣

Warnings: body guard Mando, FEM! reader, reader is kind of a bitch to Mando, I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES MAYBE!, let me know if I missed anything

"Fine.. I'll get you ice cream"

"ok and why do I have to go?! I don't want to go to a stupid invitational" you huffed trying to walk away but your dad grabbed your arm signifying it was no option

Your translator came in the room holding a long flowy purple dress "mi'lady, your father requested that you wear this to the invitational" she smiled at you holding the dress out. You sighed grabbing it

"something the matter princess?" She had a look of genuine worry on her face as she questioned you

"I just feel like everyone keeps making all my decisions for me! I don't want to go so I shouldn't have to..."

You looked down feeling defeated.

And your translator looked away blushing "what is it?"

"I-I have news but now knowing how you feel.." she took a deep breath "you're not going to like it"

You rolled your eyes again Turing to look at her and smiled "nothing could be much worse, what is it?"

"y-your father.. he well- well your father requested that you ha-" she was interrupted as a mandolorian walked in the room "who the hell are you?! Get out!" Your translator looked over at him "I haven't broken the news yet!" She whisper yelled.

As the mandolorian left she turned back to you "mi'lady I'm so sorry.." and it all fell together "no"

"mi'lady try to understand that this- well your father-"

You sprinted out from your hut only to be tacked to the ground "unhand me!" You started to scream and kick your feet back and forth "let me go! Now!" You heard a dramatic sigh "this is a lot harder for me then it is for you" the mandolorian said as he put you down back in the hut

"how is this harder for you mandolorian?"

"I just had to carry you back to your hut and I've only been on the job for 23 minutes-"

You groaned and threw your head back "this is so unfair"

"brat" you head the mandolorian mumble under his breath

" I'm sorry, but have you been locked in a tiny hut your whole? Oh and also, the only time you get to leave is to go somewhere you don't want to go!" To be honest Din didn't like the sound of someone being treated like that

You were right, it was unfair

---

Your translator was currently doing your hair, painting your nails, getting your shoes on. Basically some finishing touches before you had to hit the road with your mysterious new found mandolorian.

"hey mandolorian, is your ship big?" You called over while she was on her knees in front of you. She looked up at you once she had put on your shoes for you and looked away blushing

"you're all ready mi'lady.."

"thank you so much Amber" you leaned in kissing her cheek, this was considered all natural in your culture

---

You waved good bye to Amber while your mandolorian escorted you off to his ship, which was indeed..big.

He pushed in the code sending the door flying open "here" he said pointing to a small cot. "If you get tired you can sleep, and I have some nutrients bars and blue milk over on the bed side table" you watched as he pointed over to the objects he was talking about but you couldn't focus.

What was under that helmet? Why did he wear it? What was the point? But then again he probably had some of the same questions about your culture.

"so it should take about four or so hours to get to your invitational then I'll-"

"FOUR HOURS?" you whaled out "no no no please don't you have like a light speed thing?"

"broken"

"then just fly faster!"

"can't"

"WHY?!"

"if you could lower your voice, that would be amazing 'princess' "

Your face felt hot when he called you that..

"and why s-should I?" You tried your best to maintain composer but with the tall man looking down at you and now calling you "princess"?! Impossible.

"kids sleeping" your heart fell..he had a kid, did that mean he had a wife? Husband? Significant other? Where they married?!

"well he's sort of.. adopted"

Oh thank the maker... "Can I meet him? Please"

That was the first time you had shown respect for the mandolorian, asking him please and everything wasn't like you at all.

"he's sleeping.."

---

You wandered through the big ship, looking at the big boxes of cargo and wires everywhere. This place could use a serious makeover

"hey Mando.." you said leaning over the his seat feasting your chin on his shoulder

"what?"

"I'm boreddd" you sounded so over dramatic (as usual)

"can we stop and like get ice cream?" You looked into his visor with pleading eyes. "Why would I get you ice cream?"

"because there's nothing to do on this old rust bucket! And also- I'm hungry" your stomach was starting to ache due to the little amount of food you had the last few days.

"and your little bar things aren't helping much!"

"fine..I'll get you ice cream"

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randomoranges · 2 years ago

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idk maybe cause i ran out of videos i wanted to repost my old ancient DECADE OLD iamp fics as well. idk why. these are old. but. once upon a time they lived here. then i accidentally deleted my blog. it’s been 10 yrs. [how how how how how]

listen, we all know my go to is the soft moments and all about the “”human”” connections instead of the historical ones. also say what you will about how qcon was the main ship and such, but hey, being from qc it was an easy ship to explore. oh ya also i was also alwayyyyysssssss a bigger fan of using the human names since 5evr. #shrugemoji #aucunsregrets;)

ANYWAYS - i didnt “”fix”” these fics up. i fixed up the odd typo i found and maybe one structure but i kept them as they were in their imperfect decade old state.

idk why i put a preamble. maybe in case anyone Wondered,

IAMP

Bring Me Home

327

Based on a drawing Lomitzz made. At long last, I’m dipping into IAMP land.

Jean remembered being here, in this spot, or at least, the same building, before. It seemed every time Oliver was being shipped to the other end of the world, Jean would drive him to the airport, and then come pick him up, if he could, and if they were on speaking terms. It was almost like a private tradition.

It would be one spot, when he left Oliver and another spot, when he would come and pick him up, but they were the same spots, all the time. He would stand in the same general area, by the same pillar and he would wait. One time, he would wait to see the last of Oliver’s curls disappear, behind the wall, the other time, he would wait to catch the same glimpse, of those same curls.

Jean wished he would have known Oliver’s plane was going to be late, in order to sneak in a cigarette. He knew how much Oliver disliked the smell of smoke, and he tried not to smoke too much around him. He’d go outside when he could and when he remembered, but Oliver still complained about the smell and the taste that clung to his very being. Or so Oliver said.

He frowned, as he looked at the arrivals pane. Flight AC117 was still marked as delayed. He heard someone say, a few minutes ago, that the plane had landed, but if it had, none of its passengers had come out.

Oliver had left for one of his endless business trips, ten days ago. They were used to their hectic schedules, to Oliver’s constant traveling, for one reason and another, but for some reason, this time, it weighed on him. He wanted to hold Oliver close and listen to him prattle on about some detail, he could care less about, until they made it home. He wanted to sit on the couch, with him, and tug at his curls, gently, watching them bounce back, with rapt fascination.

He must have been lost in his thoughts, for suddenly, he heard a distinct yowl and hiss. He looked in front of him, as his eyes focused, and he caught sight of the familiar curls he had been daydreaming about, and the ever present Maple Leafs jersey. Of course, if nothing else, the jersey would travel along. His scowl lessened and his stance relaxed, a little.

Oliver walked over to him, his pace accelerating, as he pulled his suitcase and two travel cages. As he got closer, Jean heard Schrodinger’s angry hisses and Fred’s little plaintive mewls. He couldn’t say he had missed the cats. Definitely not Schrodinger, but Fred was okay. She found him to be okay, and that was okay with him. He didn’t have to worry about his every move, and his life, around her.

He waved at them; to Oliver, really and Oliver gave him a smile and hurried his step. When he finally got to him, Jean took the travel cages from him and put them down. He then opened his arms and Oliver easily stepped up to him, throwing his arms around his neck. Jean hugged him back, holding him close, and buried his face in Oliver’s neck and hair. For now, this felt like home. He’d enjoy the feeling for as long as it lasted.

Oliver let himself be held, leaning into Jean and he sighed, glad to be home, relieved and pleased that Jean had come to pick him up. The flight had been long and tiring and it was nice to have a small something to look forward to.

In all honesty, he had missed Jean, more than usual. He wasn’t sure why, but he wasn’t about to start psycho-analysing it either. He snuggled closer in the embrace and felt Jean’s arms tighten around his waist.

They stayed that way, for a moment, enjoying it for everything it was worth. They remained silent, exchanging words, through their embrace. It was hello and welcome back, I missed you, how was your trip, and all the I love yous they had never told each other, but that they had guessed, in the other’s actions and attentions.

When they finally pulled back, Oliver smiled softly at him and Jean returned the gesture. He then took Oliver’s suitcase and Fred’s traveling cage, before looping their arms together. Oliver leaned into him a little and they both exited the airport, heading home.

FIN 1

Started writing: October 5th 2013, 6:52pm

Finished writing: October 5th 2013, 8:19pm

Started typing: December 17th 2013, 8:56pm

Finished typing: December 17th 2013, 9:12pm

#LOOK AT THE DATE STAMPS #I AM LOSING MY MIND #2023 me is going why the frig did oliver bring his cats along #but i guess ill never know why that seemed like a good idea at the time #what do we tag these things as lamao #iamp: ontario #iamp: quebec #cant believe im using these tags in 2023 #pc: ontario #pc: quebec #qcon #good lord someone hold me what even is this lamao

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memoriesofthingspast · 2 months ago

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youtube

“ehm, idk tbf.”/

{...}

what it used to feel like -

someone else? swims;

coffee from a mug empty

sometime now;

silence spoken;

sliding in the slick of arguments,

losing my-self to fall into space where where

when were

cogency comes

transparent.

everything&everyone&everywhere;

"allatonce" ---

who’re-you?

me, you.?

uwho shaped me.

who

clogged my lungs with years I'll miss,

places I'll pass.

highest ground we could find to climb;

missing the trees and the quiet moments,

between red & green lights.

I miss the pond, nature's

backyard, readingwriting life;

peace in the honest outline of a structure.

free-base.

plucking pieces of me out of those pages, out of your hair, the sheets.

still finding bobby pins on my bedroom floor.

perfectly shiny superstructure;

panic attacks,

long nights,

paint over the art;

work.

or tear:

through it. shaking,

the border & melting the hues.

burning. curling.

pain’s colour?

breath [...]

inoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutoutout,

breathe

life? is love enough?

dumb silly desire

up-down, up-down, open-close, open-close, close close close close close close it.

breaking.

temporality and territory lose meaning;

ontology & epistemology & etymology make me feel better about myself.

that's pedantic.?

roots, digging,

layers.

coats over sweaters over button-down shirts over emotions over thoughts over desires,

over me.

melodramatic&

taciturn-trembling;

"you're always sad.”

{...}

but not when we got lost in Acadia;

or together on the beach,

listening for footsteps to ruin the intimacy of our shared memory.

cuz that one is ours.

I got lost in the We;

in the Ours of the Hours that created the Ours and then, & then, destroys it, sometimes,

poetics of compassion,

grace

open time to

talk,

diachronic destruction…?

"fuck me."

[?]

the windows are blackening and

smoking over; can’t see.

roof fell in. can’t feel. buried.

ship-wreck as spectator of our memories melting;

concrescence of waves' water like

broken splinters of glittering sparkle;

back to decembers roses;

memory,

masked there on that mess-of-beach.

base moves to moans;

screams echo up-down-x, reverberating

back. louder. louder. louder?

sleeps sometimes,

cacophony.

repressive desublimation;

breath in.blue.

breath out.red.

find a space. our space.ur-space, the third place, a good place;

calm water & calm trees & calm moments & calm thoughts.

mountains we climbed.

sick yellow-green sooty soupy haze; suffocates,

i fell in.

bubbles burst;

reality implodes;

i hope we go back someday.

we're the only ones in the world who know where/

it is.

[...]

m’16

lacking courage to watch all the way through. powering. embarrassment.

#art #poetry #words #dark academia #rhetoric #web weaving #light academia #philosophy tumblr #love #language #Spotify #Youtube

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gasmeros · 3 months ago

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I gotta know about sailors and rum

this one is oooold and i have no idea if anything will happen from it ahjdhs. it's basically me trying to fill the void of season 1 zuko alcoholic fics, cuz personally i think that a kid growing up on a boat full of adults, faced with a basically hopeless quest is super vulnerable to underage drinking, but most alcoholic zuko fics are post canon. which is fine, but idk, i feel like there's a lot of untapped potential here!!

this wip is a grand total of 1,064 words. content warnings include (obviously) underage drinking, plus irresponsible adults enabling the behavior.

Still, he didn't expect to miss the first leap. He didn't expect to find it had come and gone without him, that his nephew had jumped in head first, climbed back out, and jumped in a few more times for good measure.

Iroh worries. Of course he worries. How can he not? Zuko has too much familiarity with what he likes and what he doesn't for a 16 year old.

Iroh is not naive. Sailors have a reputation, and keeping a steady supply of booze on the ship is as integral to keeping it afloat as the coal they burn. There is no way to stop the sailors, and no way to stop Zuko from the burning curiosity that any teenager has.

Not delirious, just drunk. Drunk and happy. And he gets along with the crew.

And the worst part of it, the part that makes Iroh feel like a horrible guardian, is that Zuko seems so much happier after a drink. His shoulders relax, muscles pulled taught for days on end finally uncoiling, and his brow softens with each sip. By the dregs of the first drink, he's even smiling. Halfway through the second, he's participating in conversation.

Iroh doesn't know what's going on the first time he sees it. His initial fear is that Zuko's caught something that left him delirious. But then the cluster of crewmates Zuko sits between shifts, (He's closer to them than he's ever been.) and Iroh sees the bottle gripped between lax fingers.

Iroh watches. He sees how they laugh and jeer and pass around the drinks in the bowels of the ship. He sees how his nephew melts so easily into the waves of laughter, how he joins in, and how, for a moment, it looks like he actually has friends. And in the next morning, Iroh sees how their hackles have settled, how they take Zuko's attitude with grace, maybe even a touch of fondness.

He also sees how they scheme, when Zuko snaps at them one too many times in the same day, or when they're sick of the endless crawl to the next deadend and just want to stand on land for a few days. He sees how they grumble and plan and dig into their personal stashes of booze as leverage.

He'd always been surprised at how long they lasted without a mutiny. Now, he knows why. Iroh tries his hardest to keep the drinking moderate. Really, there's no harm if his nephew indulges in a drink every so often. The harm comes from excess, and Iroh knows better than anyone that clamping down on his nephew's freedom is the easiest way to spark a dangerous rebellion. With this, he doesn't want to risk it.

Maybe Iroh hasn't been doing as much about it as he should. He's been looking for his nephew in old loves; theater and music and pai sho. He finds him at the bottom of a bottle of sake.

So no, maybe Iroh isn't doing much. It's the first time he's heard his nephew laugh in two years.

this one is kinda going absolutely nowhere and i haven't really settled on a direction for even a cohesive oneshot, let alone a chaptered fic. i really need to workshop this one if it's gonna make any progress

#i would gladly take any ideas or insights!#this has been stalled out for well over a year #i mean most of my wips have been stalled of a long time but still #THANKS FOR THE ASK!#it made me so happy you have no idea #pewsonal uwu #tag game #asks

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imaginedisish · 2 years ago

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illicit affairs (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! Here's the Din fic I said I'd post lol. It's not my favorite I've ever written, but I think it's good enough to post. It's very clearly written around "illicit affairs" by Taylor Swift LOL. It's very similar to my cardigan fic so if you liked that you'll like this. Anyway, feel free to request something. Enjoy!

Summary: You're supposed to be training with Luke, but your secret affair with Din is worth the risk of losing everything you've worked for.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, like literally right under the cut LOL (oral f!receiving). Cursing, lots of angst, Luke is in this for two seconds idk if you need a warning ab that, Jedi!Reader, cheating on the Jedi code LOL, maybe violence? that's it.

Word Count: 2,473 (much shorter than normal lol)

You always found yourself here, lights out, flush against his chest in the rickety bunk on his ship that you had once shared with him.

“So fucking perfect.” His voice is lush without his modulator – you noticed it that first time he took his helmet off in the darkness. His hands roam over every curve, every inch of your body as he sinks down in between your legs. His palms press against your inner thighs, parting them, leaving a trail of soft kisses as he makes his way towards your cunt.

You whimper as his mouth finally meets where you need him most. “F-fuck,” You sigh, letting your head fall back onto the pillow. He laps at you like he’s starving, but you were the hungry one, the needy one. Maker, you missed him, feeling his mouth on you like this.

“Doing so good for me, mesh’la.” His voice reverberates against your core as he spreads your slick with his fingertips. “Tastes so good…” He trails off, his tongue flicks against your clit as he thrusts his fingers deep inside you. He needs this just as much as you, the feeling of you clenching around him, writhing under him, in his bunk, no one else’s.

Your back arches off the thin mattress as Din takes your core into his mouth, sucking roughly. “D-Din,” You’re calling his name out like it’s some ancient prayer, some age-old hymn. “S-so close…”

His fingers pump faster, pushing deeper inside you with each thrust. “Such a good girl,” He mumbles against you, his tongue swirling with more pressure than it was before. He secretly wishes he could turn the lights on. He genuinely mulls over the idea in his head. You were worth seeing, worth watching, worth breaking his creed for.

“I’m g-gonna…” You can’t finish your sentence, your hips shaking as they slightly lift off the bed. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as your walls flutter around his fingers.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” Din soothes. “I’ve got you, always got you.” Fuck. It’s too much. Your core aches with overstimulation as you fall apart around him, each wave of pleasure more overwhelming than the last. You grip the sheets beneath you, your nails clutching the fabric practically hard enough to leave holes behind. This is what he did to you.

And you couldn’t live without it.

He slowly slips his fingers from you, lapping at you a few more times before finally pulling away. You’re still shaking underneath him. It was impossible not to. He settles back in, hovering over you, bringing a hand up to your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. He wraps you up in his arms, keeping you held tightly to him as if you’d choose to leave if he let you go.

That would be impossible. You’d have to be pulled from him, pried away by some outside source. You’d never willingly leave. But you knew you had to. These moments were fleeting, effervescent. You were loving on borrowed time, on lies and in hidden forests where no one could see.

Take the road less traveled by Tell yourself you can always stop What started in beautiful rooms Ends with meetings in parking lots

“Are you alright, cyare?” He asks, his fingers trailing down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You wish they’d still be there later on, when he was gone. At least then you’d have something that told you he had touched you today.

All you can muster is a soft hum. You were already consumed deep in the thought that you’d have to leave in just a few minutes. It wasn’t fair. None of this ever was. But you both had duties, lifestyles you clung to. You figured that it would end one of two ways: with or without him. And whatever happens in between simply happens. But with every time he lands on Ossus, somewhere you think Luke won’t be able to feel or find him, you become less accepting of those fifty-fifty odds.

And you’re sick at the thought that you could end up without him.

He knows what your silence means. It happens every time. “You have to leave, don’t you?” He asks, his arms seemingly pulling you even tighter against him.

You shut your eyes tightly, forcing your tears back shamefully. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. You were never supposed to fall for him. Din had brought you to Ossus so that you could train with Luke, so that you could make something of yourself. With that came leaving him behind, saying goodbye to whatever relationship you two shared. And now here you were, breaking the only rules Luke and the Jedi had for the third time this month.

Stupid fucking rules.

“I don’t get it,” You whisper, pushing your face into his chest, hiding from the truth, from your responsibilities. “How does he do it?” It’s more of an attack than it is a question. Luke was almost inhuman, a droid. No bonds, no connections, no pull towards the darkness, no questioning what he was doing, no love for someone he couldn’t have. He was perfect. Granted, he had more experience than you, and you weren’t to blame for what the Inquisitors had done to you as a child, but you figured it would be easier than this.

You press your ear to Din’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, looking for more physical proof that he was really there. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He asks tentatively. “To learn?”

You nod once, twice, and before you can nod a third time, a thought smacks you in the face. “Maybe I don’t want to learn.”

“You have to,” Is all he says in return. You can’t help but be surprised by his words.

You lift your head from his chest, pushing yourself up onto your arms to stare into his eyes as if you could even see them. “Who says I have to if I d-,”

He cuts you off before you can get another word in. “Me.” There’s a beat of silence, an air of conflict settling within the confines of the bunk.

You shake your head. “And why is that?” You question incredulously.

“Because you’re meant for so much more than just me.”

“Din I-,” You don’t know what to say, or how to say it. He couldn’t possibly be more wrong. In the darkness he pushes himself up and out of the bunk. You hear him take a few steps against the metal floors of the Crest before picking up his helmet. With a click and a hiss his face disappears behind the beskar. You follow him into the hull, the lights practically blinding you as he turns them on.

“You’re wrong, you know,” You insist, staying on his heels as he walks towards his armor. You watch as he keeps silent, tugging his flight suit over his boxers before dawning himself in his glimmering metal shell. Just an hour ago you had watched him take it all off.

Din turns back towards you once he’s finished. “I’m the problem.” You can hear him struggle as the words fall from his lips, as if he had to force them out.

You want to scream. Not this. Not now. “Why is this happening?” You don’t mean for your voice to sound as cold or as distant as it does. “What changed?”

“Luke was right.”

“A-about what?” You stutter. But you know what’s coming.

“About you needing to be alone t-to do this,” Din starts, pacing the hull as he contemplates what to say next. “I’m bad for you, whatever this is, it’s bad for you.” He pauses, stopping in his tracks to face you. “I can see it in your eyes right now.”

The words sting, searing your heart, slicing it in two. An imaginary string breaks in the background of the universe, severing the connection between you and the beskar clad man just a few feet away from you. But now he felt millions of lightyears away.

“Din, please, I lo-,”

“Don’t, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Your nostrils flare a bit as you bite back those three words. Why give them to someone who doesn’t want to hear them anyway?

You choke back your tears, grabbing the rest of your clothes from the floor, dressing yourself in your robes in a hurried huff. You don’t want him to see you cry. You don’t want him to see when your anger gets the best of you later and you burn down a forest because you can. That’s what drove him away from you in the first place.

You stop to turn to face him as you approach the ramp. How are you supposed to say goodbye?

“Is this really what you want?” You ask, opening the ramp with the press of a button.

“No.” Din’s familiar modulated voice echoes against the walls of the Crest. “But it’s what’s best for you.”

You swallow harshly, doing your best to keep yourself from sobbing. “What’s best for me is what I want.” You can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks uncontrollably, but your voice is still somehow strong. “And all I’ve ever wanted is you.” The confession rattles you to your bones, even though you had planned to say it from the very second you met Din. “I love you; I really do.”

You walk down the ramp and deep into the forest before you let yourself fall apart.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies, and it dies, and it dies A million little times

Luke knew something was off when you got back to the temple.

He asked you why you looked so tired, why your eyes were teary.

Went for a run, was all you could manage.

He asked why you wouldn’t touch your food.

Not hungry.

And then you went away to hide in the little hut you called home. But this wasn’t home, Din was. You didn’t come out. To be honest you didn’t plan to, ever. You’d hide away here forever if you could. You felt sick to your stomach. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to move on from this. Being a Jedi wasn’t your great love. It wasn’t saving the galaxy. It never would be.

It was him. He was your greatest love of all.

A knock at your door makes you jump. You sniffle, wiping your eyes with a vigor you didn’t know you had. You’re more than positive you’ve only irritated them more, made them more bloodshot than they had been seconds ago.

You shuffle begrudgingly over to the door, hesitating before twisting the handle. Your heart sinks when you see it’s just Luke. Who else did you think it would be? Din is gone.

“What?” There it is, that anger again. After all, this was his fault. He’s the reason Din left, the reason you’re here in the first place.

There’s a small smile on his lips. It’s nonjudgmental, completely at peace. “Why are you still here?”

“What are you talking about, Luke?” You furrow your brows, but the touch he leaves on your shoulder indicates that he knows more than you think he does.

“He’s still in the forest, where he was this morning.” It’s matter-of-fact, as if he’s known from the second all of this started. And that’s when it hits you: it’s true, he has known this whole time. “Doesn’t have the heart to leave. He can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your eyes widen as Luke turns around and walks back towards his hut. “But-,”

He cuts you off, turning towards you, looking at you as if he was taking you in for the last time. There’s that smile again, the one that says Don’t worry kid, I forgive you. “He won’t leave this planet without you, but you’ll leave without finishing your training.”

“But Luke, what if I-,”

He cuts you off again. He closes his eyes for a moment, as if he’s feeling out for you, reading you. “There’s conflict in you, but it’s balanced. Self-assured.” He opens his eyes. “Something I’ll never have.”

You take a deep breath, and nod. Balance. It’s something you’re surprised you feel sure about. Something he’ll never have. Closure.

“Thank you, Luke.”

And before he can respond, you’re sprinting into the forest. You can feel your lungs burning in your chest, threatening to be coughed up with each stride you take. But you don’t care, not when he’s still here, not when he can’t leave without you, live without you.

You take the same turn you always did to get to the Crest, and as if it was always meant to be, Din is in front of you, stopped in his tracks.

You didn’t even have to chase after him. He was going to come back to you.

“Din,” You whisper, slowly walking towards him. He reaches out his gloved hand and you take it willingly, without any hesitation. After all, you were his. He could have any part of you that he wanted, and you’d give it away willingly.

He looks at you through his helmet, but it isn’t enough. He needs more. He needs to see you, for you to see him.

With his free hand, he presses a button. And again, there’s that familiar hiss. You instinctively shut your eyes like you had so many times before.

“No, please look, cyar’ika.” It’s not just a request, it’s a plea, to give you something no one else save for his son has ever had the privilege of seeing and living afterwards to remember.

Your eyes flutter open. His brown eyes meet yours, his perfect lips curling into a smile. “You’re beautiful,” You whisper, your words almost entirely unintelligible as you stare up at him in awe. Beautiful and perfect don’t even begin to describe him. He’s something else completely, something unique to him.

“I’m sorry,” His voice cracks, his normal confidence washed away with every inhibition and ounce of control you two had ever shared.

You inch closer to him, your chest flush against his just like it was earlier today. He brings his forehead down to meet yours. You shut your eyes, letting your tears run freely down your cheeks. “Don’t be,” Is all you can manage to croak out.

“I should’ve told you how much I love you,” He says, pulling away from you, his eyes raking over your body as if this will be the last time he ever sees you. But it’s just the beginning.

“So tell me now.”

And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years ago

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Heyyy sorry to be annoying but I just read your old post about missing some requests and idk if you still have mine about Loki confessing to reader on the ship leaving asgard after the explosion in Ragnarok. (Please read this in the nicest way possible I really don't want to sound bitchy) 🤍

Oh not at all, good thing you saw this because I actually can’t find the other one

Sorry though I kinda made them both confess 😀

Because I love you

You sighed waving a goodnight at the Asgardian children running to bed. Everyone was running on adrenaline and a few hours of sleep since the explosion.

Your eyes burned and you desperately wanted something strong to keep you up just a couple of more hours, Thor might be king now but goodness he needed all the help he could get.

"Doing late up checkups again?" Loki’s voice caught your attention, he leaned on the entrance frame with his usual smirk.

"I’m one of the few healers here remember?"

"Of course, it’s impossible to forget your golden hands" you rolled your eyes giggling at his poor attempt to make you lighten up.

Loki wasn’t that better looking himself, his hair look more greasy than usual and his skin desperately needed to face some sunshine to gain some color back because you’re starting to see the dark circles under his eyes clearer.

"Care for a stroll?" he extended his hand to you invitingly, you debated within yourself for few long seconds but finally gave in and took his hand.

His hand felt cool against your warm one which made you tighten your grip on his hand.

The ship had a mix of voices, some coming from sleeping rooms and others the kitchens whole the rest were desperately trying to busy themselves with something in order to pass time.

"Did you get any sleep recently?" You asked.

"As much as you did" which translated to none.

You sighed running your free hand through your messy hair then looking up at him with tired eyes.

"You should rest, it’s not good for you"

"Only if you sleep with me" he chuckled. You blinked at him before leaning your head on his arm "Sure, let’s go to bed" rubbing your eyes.

Loki stopped in his tracks, he looked down at you with big green hopeful eyes "would you now?" He said.

You nodded your head "of course, I mean I would say no to anyone else who suggest it but it’s you" you let go of his hand and walked up a few steps to the front before turning around to face him.

"And before you ask why, it’s because I" you smiled biting your bottom lip "because I love you."

Loki opened his mouth then closed it, watching you closely as his feet carried him closer to you. Warping his arms around your waist and leaning down.

"May I?" He said.

"You may" you replied.

His soft lips touched yours and things just for a minute felt right, the lack of sleep wasn’t bothering you as much and your body didn’t feel as restless.

"Are you sure?" He broke the kiss.

"I’ve never been more sure in my life." then he kissed you again. This one lingered a bit longer than the first and you didn’t want to let go.

"I don’t think I’ve loved anyone the way I love you before" he said. The flesh on your cheeks warmed up and at that you hid your face against his chest.

"Such a romantic, aren’t you?"

Loki smiled lazily at you "that’s nothing my dear, I can make you melt if I want to"

You tilted your head with a mischievous gleam from your eye "oh I’ll like to see that but…I’ll settle for some good sleep at the moment"

"That. I have no disagreement on."

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #loki layfeyson x reader #loki friggason #loki friggachild #loki laufesyon x reader #loki fluff

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years ago

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Royal siren erasermic family? They like adopt you after you hatch from an egg bc they found you or something idk and take you back to the castle and make you their little princess or something cute and fluffy like that.

YANDERE SIREN ERASERMIC FAMILY X BABY PRINCESS READER

Shinso was just out and about, swimming through some forbidden areas he wasn’t supposed to be in, avoiding sharks, when he found an iridescent little ball under some rubble of a shipwreck, it made his gills tingle at the sweet aura that it emmited, he knew, that this creature, was something to protect. It was up until he saw something moving inside that he thought it was just some ancient treasure that would’ve died with this ship, he examined it closer, squinting his eyes, that’s when he realized, it was a Siren. A baby one at that, usually they hatched out of boring white eggs, the royal family’s were gold, but a shiny color changing white that combated the finest of jewels? Never, this little pip was special, he could feel it.

So he brought it back home, through his “balcony window”, debating wether or not he should tell his parents. As you know, he was somewhere where he was not supposed to be, and they would throw a fit. Then again, whatever this thing was, he couldn’t just keep it to himself, something was living inside it, and he wouldn’t know if something was wrong, so he has too. When he did, it came as a suprise that his parents weren’t mad, they jsut kindof stared at the orb, inhaling the addictive scent it gave off, the three huddled around it, aizawa carefully picking the Small thing up, it was only about the size of a pumpkin, extremely easy to pick up, yet he could still feel the heartbeat of a creature inside, it just had to be one of the sirenfolk , there isn’t any other explanation. He stared at it in confusion, noticing the small cracks staring to form.

Then a little hand popped through, and scared the shit out of all of them.

———

As it turned out, you were in fact a siren, a rare subtype of them, thought to have gone extinct long, long ago. The opal-looking scales that littered your arms and tail showed proof of it, this species were intensely more fragile, and weaker, that’s why they went extinct, as they couldn’t hear, and a small crabs pinch could cause major bone breaks, they were just too weak, yet so beautiful. That’s why they were coveted among the royal family. It only helped their growing obsession taht you were so cute.

It might’ve been an act of I’mpulse, but they just needed to have you as their own, of course, their word is law, so they could’ve just kept you, but they felt the need to make it official, they’d already had two pips, you’re just their third! It was simple, of course, you specific species could be born into sirenfolk families, it was just so rare that it had only happened once. You were just so cute, so fragile, just something so breakable, they just

H a d

To protect this tiny lil thing, it was instinctual to feel a protective pull over their little pups, and boy were they feeling that right now, you were special, not just any baby, but you were theirs. Their special little pup, nothing would ever lay a hand on you, ever. It had only be a few days, and word spreads through the underwater kingdom like a wave, from the servant maid who showed them how to take care of you, to the head maid, to a citizen, to the fisher, and eventually, by the end of the week, the whole kingdom was eagerly waiting to get a glimpse of their new princess.

And boy were they shocked to find out it was an opalite, the most rare of rare sirens in the world. Immediately after they had shown you to the world, sitting in a large clam as it was pulled by sharks, the citizens fell in love with you, maybe it was the fact that you were related to their beloved royals, maybe because the royal family would intensely glare at anyone who made negative comments, maybe it was the fact that a few of those people went missing, but who knows right?

You still hadn’t been able to open your eyes yet, and you won’t be able to hear them for a very long time, your hands were about the size of aizawas eye, and you looked closer to a fish than a human, as you hadn’t even developed your face yet, another plus to being the endangered species, note the sarcasm. And guess what? They found it so adorable, just their cute little baby, their little pup who can’t even protect themselves from the water around them. They just loved every part of your little body, from your tails, to your tiny little hands, to your shiny gills. It was all just so perfect- you were so perfect, and you were theirs, they were gonna protect you at all costs.

So of course they did, you were just so tiny right now, they knows practically anything could hurt you, so they opted to be around you all the time, only leaving to hunt for humans that would suffice for their tastes, drawling them in, determined because of that little smile of yours. You motivated them to do it, they were doing this for you. It have them all a sense of pride to have you feel safe with them, to rite them you. On their own terms.

Eri was constantly around you, being that she was a young one just like you, and you were her little sister! So she wanted to always be around while you made those echoing gurgling noises, or flapped your hands around in the water, she didn’t have responsibility in the kingdom yet, unless being cute is a job, so she can be with you jsut as much as she wants. Always sitting with you while you played with the floating pearls that they had arranged over your play area, watching you feel new things, holding you while you dozed off with adorable little bubbles, she always was with you.

Like now, she’s been with you all day, giving you little snacks, glaring at the guards at the door who always had their eyes on you… creeps. The sun was almost setting, and when you’re low down in the ocean it goes pitch black after a little while, and that’s when the jellyfish come out, tonight was one of the most special days out of the year in the northern oceans, the jellyfish festival, the one night a year when the rare white jellyfish would come out to say hi, leaving trails of shimmering sparkle behind them, painting the upper levels of the ocean a shiny silver. It just so happened that it occurred on your first birthday, a very small increment to sirens, as they live almost a billion years, but still a big accomplishment in their eyes. Look! Their little baby girl is turning one! How amazing!

“Do you see them hon? Look, they’re just starting to appear” Aizawa asked both you and eri calmly, swishing his hand through the salty water to pint at the new appearance of white and purple blobs, slowly flouncing their way overhead. Eri smiled up at it, her pointed teeth displayed in full view, her eyes shined at the view, not only of the huge jellyfish, but also at you, who was placed delicately in mics lap, sat up against his chest. Little bubbles escaped your mouth as you blew raspberries into the water, just making the family laugh.

“Mm-hmmm! Look! Look! How pretty! I wanna touch em! Can I touch em!” She yelled at her parents, excitedly pointing towards the jelly’s floating towards the surface, her hair floated behind her as she swished around, shinsho just chuckled, knowing that she eventually would try to touch them, and get zapped, again, like last year, and the year before, and the year before.

“No hon. Don’t do that to us again, you wanna wish your sister a happy birthday? She’s probably really exited!” Mic cheered, distracting his daughter from touching the jellyfish, yet again, meanwhile, you were happily bouncing up and down on his lap, enjoying the freedom of your arms, swishing them all over the place, grabbing the beads around your neck, jsut anything.

“But dad! Why not! It’s not like it’s hurt me or anything I’ll be fi-“ she begged, throwing her hands up in a small tempter tantrum, clearly forgetting her previous events of pain, and idiocy.

“No- nope no no, we aren’t doing this again, please honey, just please, remember last time, we had to clean up your wounds OUTSIDE-of water, you hate going to the surface remember? “

“Yeah but-“ she started speaking, but was soon cut off with a loud giggle, resonating through your lips, kindof rare for you, you hadn’t been very vocal outside of a few gurgles here and there, so it had each and every ones heads turning. That’s when they saw it, your beautiful eyes, shin sing in reflection to the jellyfish. Those beautiful little eyes of yours mesmerized all of them, a pitch black (for protection from the salt), with a shiny silver-like pupal, immediately after they opened, a burst of color filled your vision. You giggled and clapped your hands together with a small toothless smile, watching as the floaty creates went overhead, glittering with the light.

The absolutely gorgeous splash above was admired by the family form their own viewing post, the blues and whites combined to make a heavenly display. You could feel the cool sprinkles of light they emmited hitting your skin, smiling at the feeling, you splayed your hands out and flailed them against the water.

“Ohhhhhh- oh wow. Honey! Honey look! Her eyes opened! Look at taht! Aren’t you just so magical! Look at you, my little pup.” Mic smacked Aizawa over the chest multiple times, pointing at your clearly opened eyes, you just remained oblivious, staring up at all the new things around you, like.. everything! He turned you around to face him, letting you actually see his face for the first time, taking in the long yellow hair, the (also) black eyes, the ethereal face dotted with shiny yellow gills, him, you could see him!

“She’s developing smoothly, I’m glad. Awww, that’s pretty cute.” Aizawa replied to him, holding in his emotions, as soon as he met those new eyes of yours it’s like everything else disappeared, like the world itself didn’t exist, outside of him, and his fmaily. You took his breath away, or what you could call breath, so cute and innocent, such a small thing, that brings so much joy. Your little tail swished back and forth as you stared up at them happily, taking in the features of the people you’d learned to recognize by touch. Blowing raspberries out of your lips with a stream of bubbles.

“Awwwww! I’m gonna cry, she’s growing so fast! Soon she’ll be swimming in her own! In like 200 years! Too soon, way too soon. Comers baby- mm hmmm” mic spoke, knowing full well that even if he did cry, his tears would get sucked in by the ocean. He pulled you close, moving your head I’ve this shoulde is it would rest in the crook of his neck while he hugged you, eventually, the others joined in, eri practically flopping ontop (with careful regard for you of course).

They all stared at you, while you stared up at the “sky”, oblivious to their stares, to the ways they would growl at anyone who came close, to how they kept you from seeing anyone other than what they personally approve. After all, you are jsut their little pup, of course you wouldn’t notice! Their little pup… feels right to say that, it isn’t like you have any family waiting, they aren’t ever gonna come here.

And if they ever did?

Then, well, a few mermaids are going missing

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Thanks for requesting, this was fun to write!

Have a great day today! Goodbye.

#yandere aizawa #yandere erasermic x reader #yandere erasmic #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic family #yandere siren #yandere fantasy #yandere x child reader #yandere x reader #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #platonic obsession

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eevee-eclair · 2 years ago

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If your doing requests rn, maybe 5 or 7 for the kissing prompts with Wither Husbands? (E!Fwhip and Sausage cause I think that might also be AL!Scott and Sausage’s ship name idk lol)

*knocks over several fragile items scrambling over here* Yes that can be arranged. I’ll even do both!

5. Angry kiss

7. “I’m sorry” kiss

To Be Mine (AO3 link)

Tws: kissing, jealousy, possessive behavior (it’s a goblin thing), making out, brief mentions of food at the end, (lemme know if I missed one!)

Fwhip watched from a leafy tree as Sausage had yet another pleasant interaction with Scott. The Chromia king was obviously flirting with him, and Sausage was retaliating. It made his ears twitch in irritation. Sausage wasn’t Scott’s boyfriend! He was his!

Scott said something that made Sausage burst into laughter and it took all of Fwhip’s self control to not jump down and strangle Scott then and there. He itches to go down there and pull Sausage into a searing kiss; to show Scott who he belonged to.

Then, Scott waved. He was leaving! Fwhip watched, leaning forward in anticipation. But then Scott kissed Sausage‘s cheek and flew off. Sausage waved him goodbye and Fwhip’s blood boiled.

As soon as the other man was nothing but a speck in the distance, Fwhip glided down and landed in front of Sausage. His boyfriend jumped at his sudden entrance, but his grin was true.

“Fwhip!” he cried, picking him up like he usually did when he came by. “How’s my favorite goblin?”

He hummed and kissed Sausage‘s nose. “Jealous. Very, very jealous. Can we go inside?”

Sausage flushed and nodded, taking them inside he base. When the door closed, Fwhip wiggled out of his arms and pulled him into a chair. He sat down and he scrambled into his lap, an irritated pout on his lips.

Sausage wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. There was a slight frown on his face. “Baby…? What’s wrong?”

He wrapped his own arms around Sausage’s neck and pulled him down into a hot, angry, and frantically quite possessive kiss. Sausage melted, letting him take control as he shoved his tongue roughly into his mouth and down his throat.

When he pulled back, Sausage was a panting mess. He swallowed and leaned back. “F-Fwhippy…?”

He wasn’t finished, though. He needed Scott to know that Sausage was taken. He reached up and nipped his neck, licking over the red spot. Sausage squeaked at that, and to Fwhip, it was the cutest noise ever.

He locked his lips around his skin and sucked. Sausage gasped above him, reaching a hand to tangle in his hair. He whimpered when Fwhip made several very visible hickies on his neck. Then, he ran his tongue over them before pulling back to meet his eyes.

He smirked. Sausage was absolutely ruined. He ran a hand through his hair and brushed a thumb over his lips. Then he yanked on his hair, making him let out a small whine. “Who do you belong to?” he asked.

He whimpered. He whimpered, at that. “You,” he mumbled.

Fwhip tugged again. “Louder?”

He groaned. “You!”

He smirked and reached up to kiss each hickie. “That’s right. Not Scott, not Joel, me. I’m your boyfriend, not them.”

He nodded and gently pushed him away. Fwhip thought for a moment he had gone too far and was about to apologize, when Sausage pulled him into a proper kiss. It was sweet and gentle, making him melt.

When he pulled back, Fwhip was left craving more. He smiled softly. “I’m sorry you got so jealous,” he said quietly. “But I promise, you’re my whole world.”

Fwhip blinked, his big eyes filling with tears. He wasn’t expecting Sausage to turn it back on him like this. “I-…” He swallowed and smiled back, dropping the possessive front. “I love you, Sausage…”

He peppered Fwhip’s face with kisses, making him giggle. “I love you more.” He kissed him again in that soft, sweet way of his. “I’m sorry.”

Fwhip put a finger to his lips. “Don’t be sorry. I’ve been meaning to find an excuse to mark you up like that,” he said with a wink.

Sausage giggled again. “You goblins and your possessive behavior,” he teased.

He smiled sheepishly. “You love me for it though, don’t you?”

He nodded. “I love everything about you.”

Fwhip melted and reached to kiss him again. Sausage happily did, gently cupping his cheek and tilting his head. Fwhip felt like he was floating. Sausage’s kisses were always so magical.

Sausage pulled back and rested their foreheads together. “So, while I have you here… What do you want for dinner?”

Fwhip paused to think for a moment before he grinned. “Soup?”

He rolled his eyes and stood up, still holding Fwhip. “What kind of soup, baby?”

Fwhip laid his head on Sausage’s chest. “Beef?”

He huffed. “I don’t eat meat, baby.”

A wicked smirk pulled at his lips. “You didn’t seem to mind it yesterda-“

Sausage slapped a hand over his mouth. “Beef stew it is! I’ll just eat a salad!”

Fwhip couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He loved these moments, where they could act like they weren’t kings or rulers and they were just a happy, domestic family.

He kisses Sausage’s jaw. “I love you.”

He looked down and smiled softly. He kissed his head. “I love you more, baby.”

#eevee says things #eevee writes #empires smp #fwhip x sausage #fwhip #mythical sausage #empiershipping #empires season 2 #scott smajor #he’s kinda there

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elliesguitarstrings · 4 years ago

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Just Friends

Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Summary: You and Tom haven’t seen each other since filming Uncharted, and you decide to surprise him at his Jimmy Kimmel interview. Although you’ve always been “just friends,” you can’t help but think there’s something more.

A/N: Hey y’all sorry it’s been a few days since I last posted, I’ve just been super stressed with school and stuff, but I actually really like this fic and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst if you squint

WC: 2.4k

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It’s been months since you and Tom last saw each other in person.

While filming Uncharted, the two of you had become extremely close, hanging out in each other’s trailers and spending all of your free time together. In such a short period, you had become best friends, but neither of you could deny the spark of something more. Unfortunately, the two of you never got to explore that spark because of the short time limit. After wrapping, you and Tom went your separate ways, him to Atlanta to film Spiderman 3, and you back to your hometown for a well-deserved break.

That doesn’t mean you two haven’t stayed in contact though. You and Tom have texted and facetimed almost every day since you parted ways, or as much as his busy filming schedule allows. Throughout this time, however, you never seemed to discuss the obvious love connection between you two. Without actually speaking about it, you both seemed to agree that that conversation would be better to have in person.

This bring us to today, where Tom is backstage at Jimmy Kimmel, anxiously waiting for his interview segment of the show. He picks up his phone and decides to text you before he goes on to settle his nerves, wishing you were here to comfort him in person.

T: Are you watching the show yet?

Y: yep I already have my tv turned to abc! are you going on soon?

T: Yeah, I’m so nervous though

Y: why? you’ve been on the show before and you’re like amazing at interviews

T: Idk, Jimmy just said “be ready for a surprise” and he looked really suspicious so I’m scared

T: I just hope they don’t bring like Jennifer Aniston out or something because I would totally freeze and make a fool out of myself

Y: lmao that would be kinda funny tho, but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about

T: Okay we’ll see haha

T: Gtg I’m on in 10, I’ll facetime you after I’m done!

Y: kk, good luck tommy :)

T: Ahh thank you!!

What Tom doesn’t know is that you are ten times more nervous than him. While he’s under the impression that you’re sitting on your living room couch watching the show, you are actually in the dressing room down the hall from him.

Last month, when Tom told you he was going to be on Jimmy Kimmel to promote Cherry, you had the idea to surprise him. You emailed Jimmy not expecting a response, but to your surprise, he actually emailed you back and loved your idea.

So, here you are, waiting backstage and shaking with anticipation to surprise Tom. To be completely honest, you’re even more nervous now that you know Tom is expecting some big star like Jennifer Aniston, who you know has always been his biggest celebrity crush. But nonetheless, you shake off the nerves as best as you can, just hoping everything goes well.

“Please welcome our first guest… Tom Holland everyone!” you hear Jimmy’s voice over the speaker in your dressing room.

Now that Tom is on stage, you can safely leave the room without him seeing you, and you head to the side stage, waiting for your cue.

Tom and Jimmy talk about Cherry for a few minutes, and you can’t help but admire him. His voice, his face, his outfit, everything about him is just perfect. And even better, he’s here in person, closer than he’s been to you in a long time. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to stop yourself from running onstage and hugging him now. ‘Only a minute longer,’ you tell yourself.

“So, other than Cherry, what other upcoming projects are you working on?” Jimmy inquires onstage.

Almost there…

“Well, as most of you know,” Tom addresses the audience, “I’m filming Spiderman 3 right now, which has been going brilliantly. It’s definitely going to be the best one of all the Spiderman movies I’ve done. And I just wrapped on a film called Uncharted a few months ago in Berlin, which was so much fun.”

“Ooh, Uncharted, tell us more about that!"

“Yeah, well it’s based on the video game, and I play the main character, Nathan Drake, who’s on a quest throughout the film. It’s a lot like Spiderman in a way, with all the stunts and stuff, and I think it’s going to turn out great, I can’t wait to see it finished.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun! And if I’m not mistaken, you seem to have met a certain Y/N Y/L/N while filming?”

“Oh, Y/N, yeah, she’s great,” he starts to gush, and you immediately smile, “we became friends super fast, and I miss her so much. I wish she could be here right now, but she’s watching from home actually, so hey Y/N!” he looks directly at the camera and waves, as if he’s waving to you through the screen.

That’s your cue. You tiptoe onstage behind Tom, trying your best to shush the immediate gasps from the audience.

“Well Tom,” Jimmy smiles, “I think your wish may have come true.”

“Huh?” Tom looks around, confused, until his eyes land on you, and he completely freezes.

“Hey Tom,” you smile.

“Y/N! Holy shit! You’re here, you’re actually here!” he exclaims, not caring that he just cursed on live TV.

Tom immediately springs off the couch and sprints to you, arms outstretched. As soon as he reaches you, he picks you up in a tight hug and spins you around, both of you laughing. He sets you down, but still keeps you in a tight embrace, not pulling away until neither of you can breathe. He steps backwards to take you in, still trying to fathom that you’re actually here, with him, after all this time.

“Y/N, wha-, how? I thought you were at your house!” Tom can barely form a sentence, smiling wider than ever and completely out of breath.

“Eh, my house was boring. I thought it would be more fun here with you,” you smile.

He pulls you in again, whispering, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“You have no idea,” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his.

The two of you lock eyes, and for a moment, it’s like you are the only two people in the world. You both start to lean in, lips almost touching, when Jimmy interjects.

“Alright, you two, while that was very sweet, we do still have the rest of the show to get through, so why don’t you come sit down,” Jimmy laughs, bringing you and Tom back to reality.

“Right, of course,” Tom responds, trying his best to keep cool in front of the audience.

Tom ushers you to the couch, keeping one hand on the small of your back as he follows you. He keeps his arm around you when you sit, staying as close to you as possible without raising any more suspicions from the audience.

“So, you two, huh?” Jimmy smirks.

“What? Oh, no, Jimmy, we- we’re just friends,” you laugh trying your best to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t know, that seemed like a little more than just friend behavior to me over there,”

“What do you expect, I haven’t seen her in half a year!” Tom exclaims, saving you from more embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just friends,” he turns to the camera and winks, earning laughs from the audience.

“Anyways Y/N, we already talked about Tom, so tell us about you! How was your experience filming Uncharted?” thankfully, Jimmy moves on.

“Well, up until this point I had only really done small indie films, so it was definitely a major change. But Tom was so nice in helping me and it actually turned out to be such an amazing experience, probably the most fun I’ve ever had filming a movie…”

You go on for a few more minutes, talking to Jimmy about your role in Uncharted and your career in general, exchanging small glances with Tom, who just sat back and listened, completely entranced by you.

“Alright, well thank you so much for coming Y/N, it was great to have you! I’m afraid I have to keep Tom for a few more minutes for our next segment, but you’ll have him all to yourself soon enough,” Jimmy smiles.

You laugh, “Thank you so much for having me Jimmy, it was such a pleasure!”

You stand up and hug both Jimmy and Tom, giving Tom a small peck on the cheek before you walk offstage, waving to the audience as you leave.

You smile all the way back to your dressing room, completely overjoyed that you were successful in surprising Tom. As soon as you sat down on the small couch, not even two minutes after you walked offstage, your phone starts blowing up with notifications.

You see that your best friend texted you, so you check that first.

BFF: so you and tom huh? girl why didn’t you tell me?????

Y: what no???

Y: we’re just friends!!

BFF: that’s not what literally all of twitter thinks

Y: wdym? they don’t know anything

BFF: go check rn, i’m telling you they’re going batshit crazy over you two

You check Twitter and immediately see the fans already going crazy over you and Tom.

“just friends”????? bullshit did y’all see the way they almost KISSED?????

TOM AND Y/N I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP

did y’all see the way tom looked at y/n? he’s totally in love omg

UGH I’M SO JEALOUS AKSDHJSAHDSHD I WANT TO BE Y/N SO BAD

they’re so cute help omg

THE WAY Y/N FLEW OUT TO CALIFORNIA JUST TO SURPRISE TOM??? JUST FRIENDS MY ASS

Were you really being that obvious? You quickly call your friend, looking for some advice on what to do, and she picks up right away.

“Okay you were right, they’re going absolutely insane,” you start.

“I mean what do you expect y’all almost kissed on live tv!”

“Shut up.”

“Come onnnnn Y/N, I know you like him and he obviously likes you too so just talk to him! You already know that you two would be the cutest fucking couple ever. Plus you already have the approval of twitter what more could you need?”

You laugh, but you’re still hesitant.

“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like me back?

“HE. ALMOST. KISSED. YOU. ON. LIVE. FUCKING. TELEVISON. I THINK HE LIKES YOU BACK BITCH!”

“Okay first of all we didn’t almost kiss, and second of all I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Plus how would I even tell him?”

“Okay YES YOU DID ALMOST KISS! And this isn’t middle school! Just tell him how you feel.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Think about what?”

You whip around and see Tom standing at your dressing room door.

“Fuck I gotta call you back,” you whisper, quickly hanging up the phone.

You turn back to Tom, still standing in the doorway.

“How much of that did you hear?” you ask, blushing profusely.

“Um, all of it I think,” Tom looks down and you immediately start to freak out.

Tom, however, looks back up at you and smirks.

“So you like me huh?”

You stay silent for a moment, a billion thoughts running through your head. You contemplate denying it and staying just friends with Tom. But then you think back to what your best friend told you just a second ago.

“Just tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah Tom. I like you. And not as a friend. This isn’t really the way I intended on telling you, and I get if you don’t feel the same way, but the way I feel about you isn’t just platonic. There’s a connection between us that I felt since the day we met and I can’t help but think that you feel it too. And then today it just got, like, ten times stronger and I-“

Tom promptly cuts you off by cupping your jaw and placing his lips on yours, sending a rush throughout your entire body. His lips feel like heaven, moving ever so gently against yours, and again, it feels like you two are the only people on Earth. The kiss is warm and loving, and although it doesn’t last long, the moment has already been engraved in your mind for eternity.

He pulls back, looking into your eyes, making sure he hasn’t made a mistake, but you only stare back at him ten times more lovingly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper back.

He takes your hands in his, “Y/N, I do feel that connection, and I want us to be more than just friends. I always have.”

As much as you are relieved that Tom feels the same way, you can’t help but worry.

“What about the distance? Are you sure we can handle that?”

“Of course we can,” Tom assures you, “I don’t care how far away we are from each other, I love you, and I’m never letting any amount of distance take that away.”

“But these past few months have been so hard without you, and we haven’t even been dating, I just- I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”

“Then move in with me. Come to London and live with me!”

“Okay,” you grin.

“Wait, really?” Tom questions, taken aback.

“Yeah, why not? I mean, obviously we won’t be able to be together all the time because of our jobs, but it’ll be the closest thing.”

“Are you sure? That’s a big commitment to move that far.”

“I’m positive Tom. You’re my best friend, and now, I guess you’re my boyfriend,” you giggle, “I love you too, and I want to be with you, even if that means moving thousands of miles to London.”

Tom smiles, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“Shut up you dork, come here.”

You pull him in for another kiss, still feeling like you’re floating. Your lips once again move perfectly together, as if they’re made for each other. You’re completely consumed in him, and him in you, and in this moment, you know that he is the only one for you. In this moment, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, and only him, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

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anordinarymuse · 3 years ago

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could you do a kaz imagine based on “the moment I knew” by taylor swift?? super angst but with a happy ending 🥺 ily thank u

my dumbass thought this was for a diff char and made a whole plot for somebody else rip it's ok though enjoy and ily2 <3

departure.

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Summary : you are grisha btw a heartrender bc i'd want

Warnings : angstyish idk i tried; unedited.

Word Count : 756

A/N : i'm halfway through Crooked Kingdom.

the masterlist.

request here.

You hand your heavy second hand trunks to a sailor on the dock. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, feeling all the heartbeats of those around you pumping at different rates. You quickly open your eyes back up.

Turning back around, away from facing the boat, you study the twisty turns of the Ketterdam that lay in the far distance. The dingy smell of the city lingers in the air, mixing with the salty sea breeze. The mist of the ocean waters dust around you, leaving everything slightly damp.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice shouts, you snap your head to that direction.

"Nina?" Your ask, grinning, as she runs up to you hugging you tight. Masking the scent of cross-contaminated air is the wafting of sweet syrup and waffles surrounds Nina.

"Inej and Jesper couldn't come, something with something. I'm not to sure they didn't reveal anything," Nina's voice is filled with sorry, but you don't mind. You'd already said goodbye to them earlier that day, and if they had come you were afraid of shedding tears.

"When do you have to board?" Nina asks, staring at the large boat.

"Soon," you reply, taking a glance at your watch. Nina, for some reason, seemed angsty. "Do you have somewhere to be?"

"I do. I have an appointment thing that couldn't be switched," Nina responds sheepishly, her cheeks turning a light pink, "Have you seen Kaz?"

You bite your lip at Kaz's name, you hadn't seem since you told him when you were leaving. You were almost sure he was trying to avoid you, but you had no idea why, "I haven't."

"I'm sure he'll at least say bye," hesitance is lined in her voice. "I'm so sorry but I have to go now. I'm going to miss you so much, Y/N."

Nina pulls in for a second hug and you whisper, "Me too, Nina, write me if you can?"

"I will, promise," she squeezes you tight before letting you go, waving as she hesitantly walks away, "Bye!"

"Bye!" You wave you arm in return, watching as Nina starts as a figure then turns to a speck of nothing.

You sigh, your heart feeling heavy. When you turn back to look at the boat, a tug makes a you almost regret the decision of leaving Ketterdam. But when you think about it for a moment longer you know that you have to get back to Ravka.

Turning back around to get last looks at Ketterdam, you stare at the path that leads to the dock. You envision Kaz walking down the gravel road but you bite your lower lip when he doesn't appear.

One of the sailors walk past you and your voice is shaky when you speak to him, "Can we wait for a moment?"

The sailor looks down at his watch and looks back at you lacking any sympathy, "All I can give you is five minutes."

You nod, shoulders dropping. You stand and wait at the edge of the dock, not wanting to board to the boat quite yet. If you did Kaz not saying farewell would feel too real.

Is he really not going to come?

I should've known better.

How could I let my hopes get so high?

You feel sorry for yourself as you turn your heel, taking the two steps it takes to get aboard the ship. The bell to begin untying the boat from the posts rings, and it only makes you feel worse.

You lean against the railing of the deck, so far you almost fall off. Your eyes subconsciously study the dock, wishing Kaz would just appear.

You can hear the taunting of sailors when you really do almost fall of the side of the boat but you do your best to ignore them.

When the second to last bell rings your stomach turns, and disappointment ensues. However, as you take a last glance at the dock a shadowed figure in the far distance is running, better hobbling.

"Kaz?" Your voice high in disbelief, you can feel the drop in you jaw as the unmistakable Kaz Brekker, gloved hands, fedora and all, makes his way across the gravel path to you on the deck of the boat.

"Y/N," he replies softly not flinching when you hug him, holding him tight in your arms not wanting to let go.

"What's that?" You ask, eyeing the sturdy leather box Kaz holds by the handle. Kaz's expression remains the same but the feeling of suspicion arises.

"My luggage."

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