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sirxaibs · 3 days ago

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Red Haired Shanks X Reader

𓆉 𓆝 𓆡 “Red Tides and Restless Hearts”𓆉 𓆝 𓆡

So like, I know very little about this character other than I find him hot. So tiktok and youtube was my best friend while writing

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SYNOPSIS: You’ve never been one to settle, drifting from ship to ship, never truly belonging to any crew until you crossed paths with Red Haired Shanks and his band of misfits. For a time, you sailed alongside them, teasing, fighting, and even falling for the infamous captain himself. But your free spirit always called you elsewhere.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 You stand there, your fists clenched, your gaze unwavering as you stare at Shanks. The tension between the two of you is palpable, the salty sea breeze whipping through your hair. Shanks just grins at you, as if completely unfazed by the storm of emotions brewing in your chest. It’s been a long journey with this ragtag crew, but you’ve never quite gotten used to the way they tend to leave a mess in their wake, and Shanks, the infamous Red Haired Pirate, is no exception.

“I don’t care if you’re a pirate bigshot, Shanks,” you growl, every muscle in your body screaming for action. “You let a kid eat the Devil Fruit? What were you thinking?”

His grin doesn’t falter, but there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You know how it is,” he says, leaning back against the mast of his ship. “Luffy’s got a spirit that just can’t be ignored. Besides, I didn’t think the kid would be so… special.”

The name Luffy hits you like a punch to the gut. You’ve seen the kid his boundless energy, his infectious smile, and that wild determination in his eyes. But this? This is a different side of him, one that makes your stomach churn. You had always been the type to keep moving, drifting between ships, never really settling in one place for too long. But the sight of Luffy, innocent and full of dreams, awakening a maternal instinct inside you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Shanks,” you mutter, the anger shifting into something more complex. “You don’t understand what you’ve done. He’s just a kid, and now he’s tied to something he doesn’t fully understand.”

Shanks raises an eyebrow, his smile softening just a bit. “I’ve seen a lot of people with dreams, and Luffy’s got one that burns brighter than most. Maybe he’s got something special in him. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t screw up.”

Your eyes narrow. This was the same man who could stand there and laugh, without a care in the world, even when the weight of what he did sank into you like a stone. But as your gaze flickers back to Luffy, you see it the spark that Shanks was talking about. The boy was destined for something great. And if no one else would look after him, then damn it, you would.

A deep breath escapes your lips, and you take a step back from Shanks, shaking your head. “I’m not going to let him end up like you, Shanks. He deserves better.”

Shanks chuckles, crossing his arms. “I think he’s got more heart than any of us, don’t you? Don’t worry. He’ll be fine.”

“Don’t underestimate me,” you warn him, but there’s a soft determination in your voice. Your ship’s already waiting to sail, but something about Luffy keeps you grounded, and just for a moment, you feel like you’ve found a new direction one that involves more than just drifting.

Shanks watches you carefully, but the playful glint in his eye is still there. “Just don’t be too hard on him, okay? He’s got a good heart. Trust me on that one.”

You give him a final glance, not a single ounce of backing down in your demeanor. “We’ll see.”

Then, you turn, heading toward Luffy. Maybe it’s time to stop running from something and take a stand for once.

You sprint toward Luffy, the instinct to protect him overwhelming you. Your heart races as you close the distance, and before he can even blink, you scoop him up in the biggest, tightest hug he’s ever felt in his life. The kid squeals in surprise, his arms flailing a bit, but you’re not letting go.

“You better be good, Luffy!” you say, your voice full of both care and frustration. “You’re just a kid! Don’t go doing anything crazy, okay? Promise me!”

Luffy’s face lights up, his grin as wide as ever despite being squeezed out of breath. “I promise!” he says, his voice muffled as he struggles to wriggle free.

You pause, holding him for just a moment longer, then, without warning, your hand snaps forward. Wham! You smack him right on the back of his head, making him let out a small “Ow!”

“That’s for eating the Devil Fruit, you little idiot,” you mutter, your tone now a mix of exasperation and affection. “I swear, if you end up turning into some sort of monster because of this, I’m holding you responsible!”

Luffy rubs the back of his head, unfazed and still grinning. “I’ll be fine! I’m gonna be the Pirate King!”

You sigh, ruffling his hair, though you can’t suppress the smile that tugs at your lips. “Yeah, you will. But don’t think I’m not keeping an eye on you.”

With one last pat on his head, you set him back down, looking into his eyes. “Now be careful, alright? Stay out of trouble, and if you need me, you know where to find me.”

Turning away, you head back toward Shanks’ ship. As you board, you glance over your shoulder, making sure Luffy’s still standing there, eyes wide, watching you.

Shanks calls over from the deck with a smirk, “Did you give him a good talk?”

You give him a sharp look. “He needed it. Someone’s gotta keep him in line.”

Shanks laughs, a hearty sound that echoes across the dock. “Well, I think that kid’s gonna be just fine.”

You roll your eyes but feel a strange warmth in your chest. Despite everything, maybe you’d just found something worth sticking around for.

As the ship sets sail, the sound of the waves lapping against the hull and the wind in your hair feels like the start of another adventure. You take a deep swig from your drink, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through your chest. It’s a moment of calm before everything inevitably gets chaotic again.

You walk over to Shanks, who’s leaning against the mast with that signature grin of his. He notices you coming, flashing you that smile that’s almost too charming for its own good.

You plop down beside him, your back against the wood of the ship, and you let out a contented sigh. The drink in your hand sways slightly as you raise it to your lips again, then set it down.

“Shanks,” you start, your tone a bit too serious for the carefree pirate you’ve come to know, “I think I finally figured it out.”

His smile only widens, that mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh? What’s that?”

You tilt your head, eyes narrowing in playful disbelief. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

His reaction is immediate: he bursts out laughing, his deep chuckles booming in the quiet of the open sea. “Oh, really now?” he teases, looking over at you with that infuriatingly perfect smile. “I’m flattered.”

You smirk, taking another sip from your drink. “Yeah, you’re amazing, Shanks. You’ve got this whole thing figured out, huh? Everyone loves you, you’ve got the world at your feet, but” You pause for a moment, letting the gravity of what you’re about to say sink in. “One day, you’re gonna be in deep waters, and no one’s gonna be able to pull you out.”

The playfulness in your voice is still there, but there’s an edge of truth to it. You watch Shanks carefully, wondering if he’ll actually take your words seriously for once.

Instead, he just chuckles again, slinging an arm around your shoulder casually, his grin never leaving his face. “You think I don’t know that?” he says, his voice warm and carefree. “But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? No one ever gets out of deep waters, whether they want to or not.”

You glance at him, not sure if you’re more frustrated by his lack of seriousness or relieved that he wasn’t taking it as a threat. Maybe he wasn’t as reckless as he seemed or maybe he just knew something you didn’t.

“perchance,” you reply, a smile creeping up despite yourself. “But don’t get too comfortable. One day, you’ll need someone to drag your ass out.”

Shanks raises his drink to you, his smile never wavering. “I’ll take my chances.”

You roll your eyes, leaning back against the ship with him. Despite the mystery in his words, you can’t help but admire his unwavering confidence. One thing was for sure: Shanks was the kind of man who didn’t fear deep waters.

As the wind whips through your hair, Shanks suddenly pulls you close, his arm wrapping around your shoulders with surprising force. Before you can protest, his hands squish your face in a teasing, almost obnoxious manner, pushing your cheeks together until you’re left looking ridiculous.

“Jeez, for a pirate, you sure have a problem with living for adventure,” he says with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with that familiar teasing glint. He holds you there for a moment, making it impossible to escape his playful hold.

You let out a dramatic, exaggerated groan, clearly unimpressed by the way he’s treating you. “Are you seriously calling me out for not living for adventure when you’re the one who’s been causing messes across the seas for years? All im wanting is to minimize that” You squint at him, trying to free your face from his grip. “Who’s the one who can’t sit still, huh? The great pirate, Shanks, running around like a chicken with its head cut off.”

He laughs, letting go of your face but keeping his arm around you, clearly amused by your attempt to resist him. “I see you’ve got quite the sharp tongue, as always.”

With a playful shove, you push him back slightly, still grinning. “Yeah, well, you’re a walking contradiction, Shanks. I swear, you are an amazing pirate but you sure don’t act like it half the time.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Maybe you should spend less time being a happy go lucky guy and more time being a serious pirate.”

Shanks shrugs nonchalantly, a chuckle escaping his lips. “I’m serious enough when it counts. Besides, you’d be bored without me.”

For a moment, there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, the sound of the waves filling the space. Then, out of nowhere, his expression softens slightly, his usual teasing demeanor disappearing for a brief moment of seriousness.

“The kid will be fine,” Shanks says quietly, his voice devoid of the usual joking tone. It’s not a statement of doubt or uncertainty, but one of quiet assurance.

You blink at him, momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in his attitude. You’ve never heard him speak so seriously about anything, especially when it comes to Luffy.

You look at him for a long moment, trying to gauge the sincerity behind his words. Shanks may act carefree, but there’s a weight behind his gaze that you can’t ignore. “You really believe that?” you ask, your voice quieter now.

Shanks meets your gaze, his smile returning but with an odd softness to it. “I do. Luffy’s got a strength in him that you can’t just teach. It’s in his blood. He’ll find his way, just like I did.”

You nod, the feeling of protectiveness over Luffy tightening in your chest, but you can’t help but feel a little more reassured by Shanks’ words. Maybe, just maybe, the kid really would be alright.

Before you can fully process his serious words, Shanks flashes that mischievous grin of his again, and without warning, he squishes your cheeks once more this time, more playfully than before. But the next thing you know, he leans in, and in a swift movement, presses his lips against yours.

The world seems to pause for a split second, and your eyes widen in surprise. The taste of alcohol still lingers on his lips, but there’s something deeper in the kiss a playful but intense spark that makes your heart race in a way you didn’t expect. It’s a brief kiss, just long enough to leave you reeling, your mind struggling to catch up to the moment.

Shanks pulls away, his eyes twinkling as he watches your stunned expression. “What’s the matter? You’re usually quick with a comeback,” he teases, clearly enjoying your reaction.

The crew members, who had been going about their business on the ship, seem to freeze in place as the scene unfolds before them. For a moment, there’s an awkward silence as they take in what just happened.

Then, one of the crew members, a burly guy with a thick beard, stumbles back, wide eyed. “Oi, did that just happen? Shanks actually did that?”

Another crew member, a younger man with a nervous laugh, scratches his head. “I I thought what they had was a joke! Like, one of those really weird jokes, y’know?”

A third, a tired looking yassop, raises an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by the spectacle, but with an amused smirk playing at her lips. “Well, if it wasn’t a joke, I guess the captain’s finally making his move.”

Shanks casually drapes an arm around you, the cocky grin never leaving his face as he glances at his crew. “What’s the matter, guys? Never seen a pirate kiss someone before?” His voice is light and teasing, but there’s a touch of seriousness in it that only a few people would catch.

You, still trying to process the sudden shift in the air, slap his arm away lightly, turning your face away to hide the flush creeping up your neck. “You’re unbelievable,” you mutter, but despite your attempt to seem unaffected, your voice betrays a small, flustered tremor.

The crew, seeing the two of you interacting, exchanges knowing looks, but no one dares to push it further. They’ve seen enough of Shanks’ antics to know when to let him have his fun.

The bearded crew member grins, elbowing his mate next to him. “Looks like someone finally got to the captain.”

Another crew member shakes his head with a laugh, muttering, “Only Shanks could pull something like that off without it being completely out of left field.”

Shanks, for his part, looks completely unfazed by the crew’s reactions. He looks back at you with that same, unshakable grin. “C’mon, don’t act like you didn’t like it. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

You roll your eyes, trying to push down the strange fluttering in your chest. “You’re impossible,” you retort, but there’s a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of your lips despite yourself.

The crew continues to buzz with quiet excitement, but they all know better than to say too much. After all, with Shanks, you never quite knew what to expect next.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

A few weeks had passed since that day, and while the memory of Shanks’ surprising kiss still lingered in the back of your mind, you couldn’t shake the itch for something new. The sea, vast and untamed, was always calling to you its promise of freedom and adventure tugging at your very core. It was a familiar feeling, the urge to jump on a different ship, to discover unknown lands, to experience the world from a new perspective. It was what you did best.

You stand at the edge of the Red Haired Pirates’ ship, watching the sun dip low on the horizon. The orange and pink hues of the sky cast a warm glow over the sea, and the sound of the waves crashing against the ship’s hull almost seems like a song to your soul.

You’ve had fun with Shanks and his crew more fun than you thought you would, honestly but the pull of adventure is far stronger than any comfort you’ve found here. The thought of staying with them forever, as much as you care about them, feels like a chain you’re not willing to wear. The world out there is just too big, too full of possibilities.

As you turn to head below deck to grab your things, you hear footsteps behind you. Shanks, ever the observant one, approaches with that same laid back swagger of his, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat.

“You’re leaving, huh?” he says, the tone of his voice making it clear he already knows. It’s not a question it’s a statement, the kind only someone who knows you well can make.

You pause, your hand resting on the ship’s railing as you turn to face him. “Yeah. It’s time to keep moving. There’s more out there, Shanks, and I can’t just sit still.”

He gives you a soft smile, the same grin he always wears, but there’s something more contemplative in it now. “I figured. You’ve got that look about you. The one that says you’re ready to chase after something new.”

You nod, a small sigh escaping your lips. “I just… I need to see more of the world. I’ve had my fill of this ship, for now. I’m not like you I can’t be tied down, no matter how much fun I’m having.”

Shanks chuckles, shaking his head. “You’ve always been like this, huh? Never content with just one place, one thing. But I get it. You’ve got that fire in you.” He steps closer, his smile never fading. “But don’t think you can run from me forever. The sea’s big, but not that big.”

You laugh, the sound light and carefree despite the underlying emotions you’re trying to bury. “You won’t be rid of me that easily. I’ll be around. Just not here.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” he says with a wink. “But you better make sure to come back one day. Or else I’ll come find you myself.”

You roll your eyes at his usual overconfidence. “Sure, sure. I’ll look forward to it.”

Shanks’s gaze softens for a moment, his expression becoming more serious than you’ve seen it in a while. “Just… don’t get yourself into too much trouble out there, alright? You’re not invincible, you know.”

You give him a teasing smile, knowing exactly what he’s trying to say. “You’ve been hanging around me too long if you think I’m the type to get into trouble.”

“Maybe,” he replies with a grin. “But I still worry about you.”

The sudden warmth in his voice catches you off guard. For a brief moment, you’re struck by how much you’ve come to care for the crew, for him even though you’re still not one to settle. You appreciate the concern, even if you know it won’t stop you.

“Don’t worry, Shanks,” you say, your voice a little quieter now. “I’ve got this. I’m just… doing what I’ve always done. Searching.”

“I thought we were having fun. You sure you’re not just bored of us?” He goes and grabs your hand You tense for a moment, trying to hide the way his touch makes your pulse quicken. You bite your lip, the playful spark in your eyes hiding the truth you don’t want to admit. “I’m not bored,” you reply coolly, though your voice betrays a slight edge, “I just… need to keep moving. That’s all.”

Shanks chuckles softly, his breath warm against your ear. “Is that so? Because I think you’re just trying to run away from something. Or someone.”

You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, holding you close as he shifts so he’s facing you now. His lips are dangerously close, and you can feel the playful challenge in his gaze. “You’re the one who can’t sit still,” you murmur, your lips brushing his slightly as you speak.

Before you can even process it, Shanks pulls you toward him, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss that makes your mind short circuit. It’s intense, almost desperate like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers if he doesn’t act now. His hand move to cup your face, the kiss deepening, his tongue gently coaxing yours to respond.

Your breath hitches, and for a moment, you can’t decide whether you want to break free or give into the pull of him. But the more he kisses you, the more the walls around your heart crack, the uncertainty vanishing in the heat of the moment.

“Thought you were just going to walk away from me,” Shanks murmurs against your lips, his grin mischievous as he pulls back just slightly to catch your breath. “Guess I’m not that easy to forget, huh?”

The teasing lilt in his voice fuels the fire inside you, making your chest tighten. You bite back the urge to tell him how wrong he is, how hard it is to let go of someone who’s so… Shanks. But instead, you reach up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss, this time harder, more demanding. There’s no holding back now no teasing, no banter. Just raw, unfiltered desire.

The kiss grows more urgent, his hands roaming down your back, pulling you even closer, as if trying to make you stay without a word. You let your body respond to his, the heat between you two building as if there was no time left to waste.

When you pull away, breathless and flushed, your heart racing, you both stand there for a moment, unable to say anything. The world seems to have slowed down, the noise of the crew and the sea a distant hum.

Shanks, ever the tease, is the first to break the silence, his grin never fading. “Told you you’d get bored of running eventually,” he says with a wink, the smirk curling at the corners of his lips. “Guess you’ve found something better to do.”

Before you can even process what just happened, Shanks doesn’t give you a moment to breathe. With a mischievous glint in his eyes and that confident smirk still plastered across his face, he wraps his arm around your waist, effortlessly pulling you along with him. You barely have time to react before he’s leading you towards his quarters.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” he teases, his voice playful but laced with an intensity you can’t quite ignore. “You think you can just walk away after that?”

You try to pull away, but his grip only tightens. “Shanks, stop! I need to leave,” you protest, though the words come out weaker than you intend. The closer you get to his quarters, the more your resolve crumbles under the weight of his touch.

He grins down at you, unbothered by your protests, clearly enjoying the way you’re squirming. “Oh, I don’t think so. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you,” he says with a wink, and before you can even muster a response, he opens the door to his quarters, pulling you inside.

The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and suddenly the room feels smaller, more intimate, as if the world outside doesn’t matter anymore. The space is dimly lit, with the scent of wood and the salty air of the sea lingering in the air. It’s a familiar, comfortable like the man himself.

You turn to face him, trying to muster some defiance, but the look in his eyes is too consuming. “Shanks, I’m serious. I don’t have time for”

Before you can finish, he’s right there, his hand brushing the side of your face, his touch almost gentle now. “I know you don’t have time,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost like he’s savoring the moment. “But you’ll make time for this. Just for a little while longer.”

His words send a shiver down your spine. You’ve always known how easily he could change the mood, how he could draw you in with just a few words, a touch. But now, the air between you feels heavier, charged with something deeper than just playful teasing.

Shanks steps closer, closing the distance between you. “I don’t want you to go just yet. I’m not ready to let you leave.”

Before you can respond, his lips are on yours again, this time slower, more deliberate. The kiss deepens, and your body responds before your mind can even catch up. His hands move to your back, pulling you in closer, the heat of his body pressing against yours as the kiss becomes more urgent, more desperate. You can feel the tension building, the desire you both tried to ignore now taking over everything else.

You push back for a moment, your hands on his chest, breathing heavily. “Shanks, I”

He silences you with another kiss, this one longer, filled with an intensity that leaves you breathless. The world outside, the ship, your plans to leave they all seem so far away now. It’s just you and him, wrapped up in this moment that you never quite expected.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Shanks whispers against your lips, his voice rough with desire. “Not yet.”

The room around you feels like it’s shrinking, as if time itself is slowing, stretching, just for the two of you. There’s no escape now, not from him, not from the pull of something more than just fleeting attraction. Something deeper, something you weren’t quite ready for, but something that feels impossible to deny.

And for now, you let yourself give in to it, the need to feel alive, to be consumed by the feeling of his touch. The adventure, the unknown, the pull of the sea… it’s all still there, but in this moment, you’ve found something else something you didn’t expect, but maybe, just maybe, something you needed more than you realized.

His ship may rock in the distance, but inside, the world seems to have paused, the only sound being the rhythm of your breathing as Shanks stands in front of you.

You tilt your head back, glancing up at him, your voice playful but laced with desire. “You know, it feels weird not being able to grab you properly with just one arm,” you tease, a mischievous smile curling your lips as you pull him closer to you, feeling his warmth press against yours.

Shanks raises an eyebrow, that familiar grin of his creeping back into place. “Oh?” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. “You think that’s going to stop me?” His fingers slide along your waist, his touch deliberate, like he’s testing the way your body reacts to his proximity.

You feel your heart race as his hands drift downward, the heat between you rising, yet you can’t help but laugh lightly, despite the tension. “I guess it’s just not as satisfying,” you tease, your fingers lightly tracing the outline of his chest. “Can’t quite get a proper grip.”

His gaze darkens slightly, his lips curling into a sly smile. He steps forward, closing the gap, so close now that you can feel his breath on your neck. His voice, still playful, drops to a more sensual tone. “Trust me, darling,” he whispers, his words like a caress. “One arm or not, I can make you feel good.”

Before you can respond, he pulls you in fully, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that feels like an invitation, a promise. His other arm, strong and free, wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the tension in his body, his muscles coiling with desire as he deepens the kiss, urging you to surrender.

You try to pull back, but the heat of him is overwhelming, the way he holds you like he’s not going to let go. “You sure?” you joke again, your lips brushing against his as your hands wander to his back, where you feel the muscles tighten under your fingertips. “I don’t know if one arm is going to cut it for what I want.”

Shanks chuckles darkly against your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. “I’m more than capable,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky now, full of that intoxicating confidence. “You’ll see. I’ll make sure you feel every inch of it.”

With a quick motion, he pushes you back against the edge of his bed, your body feeling the soft thud of the mattress behind you as he hovers over you. His lips trace a path down your jaw, to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His hand slides under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin, sending shivers through your body.

“You’re going to feel things you didn’t even know you wanted,” Shanks murmurs, his lips now dangerously close to yours, and you feel every word in the pit of your stomach. His kiss is soft at first, teasing, but it quickly escalates, the hunger between you both undeniable. “I told you I could make you feel good. Now let me show you.”

Your body responds almost instinctively, the teasing, playful banter between you both shifting into something deeper, something more intimate. His arm that’s free grips you tightly, anchoring you as if he intends to keep you right here, right with him. You can feel the pulse of his desire, the way he pulls you closer, and there’s no escape. No desire to run away from this pull that’s magnetic and impossible to resist.

Shanks moves over you, kissing you again, this time deeper, as if trying to convey all of his intentions in that one kiss. You feel it in every inch of your skin the promise, the thrill, the desire to see this through. And as his lips move from your mouth to your neck, his touch intensifies, making you gasp as your body reacts to his every movement.

“You like that, huh?” he mutters against your skin, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Guess I was right. I don’t need two arms to make you feel good.”

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

The Marineford battlefield is a storm of terror, with the clash of steel, the roar of flames, and the screams of combatants filling the air. Yet, amidst the turmoil, Shanks stands unwavering, his gaze fixed ahead. His crew moves with precision, navigating the madness of the war, his usual playful demeanor replaced with the weight of responsibility as he commands his crew to continue pushing forward.

As his eyes scan the battlefield, they momentarily catch on a familiar face, standing amidst the battle. You. The sight of you, despite the distance, causes a strange stir deep within him. His heart skips, the remnants of old memories resurfacing like waves crashing on a shore.

For a split second, time seems to slow. The roar of the battlefield dims, and all he sees is you standing on the opposite side, your figure cut sharply against the backdrop of battle. Buggy’s crew flanking you, but your stance, your expression, it’s unmistakably you.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t call out. His eyes narrow, a slight furrow on his brow, but the momentary flicker of surprise fades quickly into the calm, collected gaze of a captain. His focus returns to the task at hand. He’s here for a reason there’s a war raging, and the lives of many are at stake. His crew needs him, the fight is urgent, and there’s no time for distractions. Not now.

Still, in the back of his mind, your image lingers. A strange tug of longing gnaws at him, but he pushes it down, locking it away with the rest of the emotions that threaten to cloud his judgment.

Later, he thinks to himself. Once this is over.

But he doesn’t look away, not entirely. His gaze flits back to you one more time, the flicker of a smile almost crossing his face. He’s not surprised to see you he would’ve known you’d be here, somewhere in this madness, but there’s something in the way you carry yourself that pulls at him, a reminder of the connection that was left behind.

He doesn’t call out to you. He doesn’t wave. Instead, he turns back to the battle, his sword in hand, his crew around him.

For now, there are more pressing matters. But he can’t quite shake the thought of you, distant and still, from across the war.

The battlefield is a hellstorm of clashing wills, where the strongest forces in the world collide in a desperate struggle. The air is thick with the scent of blood, gunpowder, and salt from the sea so much destruction, so much disaster . And yet, amidst it all, Shanks finds himself momentarily distracted.

His grip tightens on the hilt of Gryphon, his breath steady despite the turmoil around him. His crew moves seamlessly, cutting through the battlefield with precision, but his gaze lingers on you for just a moment longer.

The flickering fires cast an eerie glow over your figure, and despite the distance, he can still make out the subtle tension in your stance. You’re alert, battle ready, but you’re not fighting not yet. Buggy’s crew swarms around you, their garish colors clashing against the blood streaked battlefield, and he can’t help but wonder why are you with them?

It’s been years. Since the last time he saw you, since you stood at his side. Back then, your presence was a constant in his life, a piece of his world that he never thought he’d lose. But time, as it always does, had pulled you both onto different tides, leading you to opposite ends of the world.

And now, here you are.

His chest tightens, though his face betrays nothing. There’s no time to indulge in the past. Not here. Not now.

Benn notices the brief pause in his captain’s movements, the barely perceptible shift in his gaze. “Shanks,” he calls, voice low but knowing. A reminder.

Shanks exhales softly, his expression smoothing into something unreadable. He gives a small nod. “I know,” he says. His crew needs him. The war still rages, and he has a duty to fulfill.

But even as he turns away, even as he focuses back on the battle at hand, he can’t help but steal one last glance in your direction.

Later.

He’ll find you later.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

The war had finally reached its bitter conclusion. The bloodshed, the cries of combatants it was all coming to an end, leaving nothing but destruction and silence in its wake. The Marineford battlefield was now littered with fallen warriors, allies, and enemies alike, their fates sealed under the weight of the war.

You stood beside Buggy, hands on your hips, glaring at him with a mixture of exhaustion and disbelief. The battle had subsided for the moment, but Buggy, as always, managed to keep up his ridiculous antics.

“Buggy, what the hell were you thinking?” you snapped, your frustration bubbling over after hours of his nonsensical decisions during the battle. He had done more harm than good at times, running headlong into danger with his usual lack of care.

Buggy, of course, was completely unfazed, grinning widely as ever. “What do you mean, huh? I was a total genius! I took down some Marines, didn’t I?” He gave a ridiculous gesture as if he had just performed the most incredible feat in the world, his rubber arms flailing around in a display of triumph.

“By accident, Buggy!” you retort, throwing your hands up in the air. “You somehow managed to make things worse, and I’m the one left cleaning up your mess!”

He chuckles, oblivious to the irritation that practically radiates from you. “Oh, you love me for it, come on now,” he says with a wink, completely missing the point.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, grumbling under your breath. “I should’ve just stayed with Shanks,” you mutter.

As if summoned by your words, a sudden, familiar presence looms at the edge of the battlefield. You don’t need to turn around to know who it is. The aura of familiarity, that ever present feeling of a connection you couldn’t quite break, fills the air. The distinctive, confident gait of the Red Hair Pirates is unmistakable.

Shanks steps forward into the clearing, his crew behind him, the calm after the storm settling over him like a cloak. His eyes immediately scan the area, and they land on you. The moment his gaze meets yours, there’s a brief, almost imperceptible shift in his expression a flicker of recognition, of longing, of something unspoken. It’s there, but fleeting.

Buggy notices Shanks’s arrival before you do and, of course, reacts in his usual obnoxious way. “Oh, look who it is, the big shot himself!” Buggy says, hands on his hips, a grin spreading across his face. “You think you can come here and just waltz in after all this time, huh?”

Shanks smirks at Buggy, unfazed by his antics, before his attention shifts to you. His smile softens, and there’s an almost imperceptible shift in his eyes a familiarity that you both know all too well. He takes a step toward you, the movement so subtle, so calculated, that it feels as though time itself has momentarily stopped.

You feel the pull, the weight of everything that had happened between you both. The quiet ache of his absence, the unresolved feelings that were left behind when you had parted ways. But the war is over now, the dust settling, and there’s nothing but you and him left in the silence of it all.

“You’re still here, huh?” Shanks asks, his voice softer than you expect, the teasing tone replaced with something more sincere. He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, yet comforting all the same.

Buggy’s voice cuts through the tension, as always, loud and obnoxious. “What, you think you’re gonna take her away now, Shanks?” He throws his hands in the air, mocking the idea. “Not after all I’ve been through with her! I’m the one who actually fought beside her!”

Shanks doesn’t flinch at Buggy’s outburst. Instead, he gives you a look an almost knowing look, as if he’s waiting for you to make the next move. His eyes flick back to Buggy for a moment, but there’s no real hostility there. Just that old, familiar smirk, the one that always made you want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

“I don’t know, Buggy,” Shanks says, his voice playful yet carrying a subtle weight. “Maybe she’s just tired of your nonsense.”

Buggy throws his hands up in mock indignation, but before he can continue his argument, you step in between the two of them, shaking your head. “Enough, you two. This isn’t the time.”

Shanks’s gaze shifts back to you, a brief flicker of something unreadable passing through his expression. Then, that trademark grin creeps back onto his face, like it never left. “I’ll let you handle him, then,” he says, his voice teasing. “But you know… I’d prefer it if you were with me, and not him.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Is that so?” you reply, your voice light but carrying the weight of everything unsaid. “I think I can make my own decisions.”

Shanks doesn’t push further. Instead, he simply steps closer, his hand brushing against yours, a fleeting touch but one that sends a spark through you. “I’m sure you can,” he says softly. “But maybe, just maybe, you’d reconsider joining us again… at least for a while.”

And in the wake of the war’s aftermath, as the world begins to rebuild itself, the space between you and Shanks feels smaller. What happens next? That’s still up in the air. But for now, the tension between you both is thick, palpable, and the future is unwritten.

somehow, amid it all, you found yourself standing in front of Shanks again.

He looked the same too much the same, honestly. Like war and time had barely touched him, like he could still laugh just as easily as he did years ago, like he could still read you like an open book without even trying. His gaze held that same unreadable depth, his presence as steady as ever.

“its been so long” he said, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

You crossed your arms, raising a brow. “Same to you.”

There was a pause, the weight of old memories hanging between you both, before

“OI, OI, OI, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

Both of you turned your heads in sync, just in time to see Buggy stomping toward you, flailing his arms wildly. His face was red though whether from rage or exhaustion, it was hard to tell and he looked offended on a personal level.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, TALKING TO THAT GUY?” Buggy jabbed a finger at Shanks like a petulant child throwing a tantrum. “Have you been brainwashed?! Threatened?! Are you suffering from some tragic, incredibly inconvenient amnesia?! Because there’s no way in hell you’d actually want to stand around talking to this bastard!”

You exhaled through your nose, already feeling a headache forming.

Shanks, on the other hand, just looked amused.

“You really haven’t changed, huh, Buggy?” he said, crossing his arms.

Buggy’s rage intensified. “DON’T SAY MY NAME SO CASUALLY, YOU ONE ARMED FREAK!” He turned to you, wildly gesturing between the two of you. “Seriously, what is this?! Do I need to remind you that this guy is IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST?!”

“You’re just mad youre not getting any attention” Shanks teased.

“THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS! AND ALSO, YES IT DOES, BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”

You let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Buggy.”

“WHAT?”

“Shut up.”

Buggy made an offended wheezing noise, clutching his chest as if you had personally stabbed him. “[NAME]?! After everything we’ve been through?! After I let you stay on my ship?!”

“You say that like I didn’t pay for my place there.”

“Details!”

Shanks snorted. “You’ve been sailing with Buggy? That explains a lot.”

“OI, WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!” Buggy yelled, whirling back on him. “Listen, I don’t care what unfinished romantic subplot you two think you’re having right now, but I refuse to stand by and watch this disaster unfold!”

You blinked. “Romantic what?”

Shanks let out a full laugh at that, shaking his head. “You really are dramatic, Buggy.”

“DRAMATIC?! DRAMATIC?! I AM THE ONLY SANE ONE HERE!”

You and Shanks exchanged glances.

Neither of you spoke.

Buggy’s eye twitched violently. “I hate both of you.”

“You’ll get over it,” Shanks said cheerfully.

Buggy let out a scream of rage, throwing his arms up in frustration before storming off, grumbling loudly about betrayal, stupidity, and how he was surrounded by absolute morons.

You and Shanks watched him go.

“…So,” you said after a moment, glancing back at Shanks. “Where were we?”

Shanks chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Something about not expecting to see each other.”

You hummed. “Right. Well. I still don’t know how I feel about it.”

Shanks’ grin softened just a little, something unreadable in his gaze. “Then I guess we’ll have to figure that out.”

“Guess we will.”

And with Buggy’s distant ranting still filling the background, the two of you stood there, caught between the past and whatever came next.

The tension in the air feels thick, almost suffocating, as Shanks steps closer to you. The battlefield around you is silent for a moment, the echoes of the war finally dying down. The weight of everything you’ve both been through, everything that’s been left unsaid, seems to hang heavy between you.

Shanks lets out a soft laugh, his eyes warm, but there’s a hint of something else there, something more vulnerable that catches you off guard. “Idiot girl,” he mutters, though it’s far from cruel. It’s almost affectionate. Before you can even respond, he pulls his coat from his shoulders and wraps it around you, his movements gentle but firm. His hand lingers on the edge of the fabric, like he’s trying to pull you closer without speaking a word.

“Both of us are getting too old for this,” Shanks says quietly, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “Chasing after adventures, running from one place to the next, never stopping long enough to let things settle.” His smile fades, the usual mischievous glint replaced by a more solemn expression. “We’re past the point of just being carefree pirates, you know?”

The weight of his words hits you harder than expected. A part of you wants to laugh it off, to keep the teasing banter going as it always has. But it’s different now. The battle and the aftermath are finally sinking in, and so is the truth behind Shanks’s words. You’re not the same people you were when you first met, and neither is he. Time has passed, and you’ve both been through so much. The thought of that, of change, of all that you’ve lost, sends a wave of emotion crashing over you.

You feel the familiar sting of tears pricking at your eyes, and before you can even stop yourself, a few escape, trailing down your cheeks. It’s been so long since you let yourself feel this much, to let the emotions rise to the surface, and it feels raw, painful.

But even through the tears, you can’t help yourself. You turn your face toward him with a tearful smirk, your voice a little shaky but still laced with that teasing tone he’s come to expect from you.

“Getting old, huh?” you say, your voice cracking just slightly. “You, the great Shanks, admitting it? You’ve been chasing after adventure for so long… but now that it’s caught up to you, you’re ready to stop?”

He doesn’t answer right away, just watches you with that familiar gaze. His expression softens, his eyes filled with something unspoken. Then, he pulls you a little closer, the warmth of his coat enveloping you.

“Yeah, well i dont know about stopping” he says quietly, his hand reaching to gently brush away a tear from your cheek. “Though I guess we both are. But that doesn’t mean we can’t still live, right? Even if things change, we’re still us.”

You feel the weight of his words, and it stirs something deep inside you. There’s so much history between the two of you, so much shared, so much left behind. And as you stand there, in the aftermath of the battle, wrapped in his coat, you realize that maybe this this is what really matters.

With a shaky laugh, you lean your head against his chest, your voice thick with emotion but still carrying that familiar playful edge. “Idiot,” you whisper, your words barely audible, but the affection in them is clear. “You’ve always been full of crap, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Shanks chuckles softly, his hand resting on your back as he holds you close. “Yeah, well, you’re an idiot too.” His tone is light, but there’s a sincerity there that makes your heart ache.

You both stand there for a moment, the weight of the war behind you, the future uncertain, but in this moment, at least, you’ve found a strange sense of peace. The tears still linger, but there’s warmth in the air, and for the first time in a long while, you don’t feel the need to run.

“I guess we really are getting old, huh?” you say, your voice quieter now, but the teasing still there, as always.

Shanks doesn’t respond right away, his hand still gently resting on your back. Instead, he pulls you just a little closer, his breath warm against your hair. “Yeah,” he whispers. “But we’re still alive. And that’s all that matters.”

#shanks #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece #shanks x reader #shanks reader insert #anime x reader #straw hat pirates #buggy the clown

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mahalachives · 21 hours ago

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Part 4: Plot? I Don’t Know Her. But Azriel Does.

Summary: In which a fan gets yeeted into the world of fae Genre: crack humor, drabble, minor az x reader (bcus why not)

Oops, I tripped Into Prythian - Masterlist

Elain blinked up at you from the velvet armchair, A Court of Mist and Fury open in her lap.

Her voice was calm. Too calm. “What’s… fanfic?”

Everyone turned.

You grinned.

Rhysand whispered, “Cauldron boil me.”

Cassian perked up, excited like a toddler about to learn a new swear word. “Yeah, what is fanfic?”

Mor leaned forward. “Wait, is it like… stories? About us?”

You clasped your hands together. “Oh, sweet summer children. Fanfiction is the sacred art of writing stories about fictional people doing things they should have done but didn’t. It is love. It is chaos. It is 300,000-word slow burns and 1,000-word smutty drabbles written at 2 a.m. with tears and snacks.”

Azriel, from his shadowy corner, muttered, “That sounds… excessive.”

You turned, eyes gleaming. “Azriel. My broody bat. My tragic Victorian husband. There are millions of words written about you.”

He blinked. “Why.”

Cassian leaned forward. “Yeah, why?”

You smirked. “Because, my dear Illyrian himbo, some of us are emotionally unstable and project our issues onto mysterious males with wings and trauma.”

Rhysand slowly slid to the floor. “We’re in hell.”

“Oh no,” you corrected, pulling out your phone (yes, Helion glamour-spelled it to work in Prythian, bless that man). “We’re in AO3.”

Feyre frowned. “AO3?”

“Archive of Our Own,” you said, reverently. “Where the smut flows freely and the plot is optional.”

Elain tilted her head. “What kind of stories do they write?”

You hesitated. “Well, Elain, how comfortable are you with the phrase ‘knife kink’?”

Feyre made a noise. Rhysand choked on air. Azriel just left the room.

Cassian gasped. “Wait. I have a kink?”

You grinned. “Oh, honey. You have several.”

Nesta covered her face. “I hate this. I hate everything.”

Mor was wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “I love this.”

You scrolled through your phone, tapping furiously. “Okay. Okay. Listen to this summary: ‘Azriel x Reader. Hurt/comfort. Enemies to lovers. She breaks his nose with a pan. They kiss in the rain.’”

There was a pause.

Then Cassian said, “...Was that based on a true story?”

You looked up. “Not yet.”

You kept scrolling. “Here’s another: ‘Azriel has a pet cat named Murder. Reader is a librarian with anger issues. They fall in love after he gets banned from the library for brooding too loud.’”

Feyre burst out laughing.

Rhysand crawled behind the couch. “Stop. I’m begging.”

You kept going. “Ooh! Here’s a spicy one: ‘The Shadowsinger has needs… and she is willing.’”

Azriel re-entered the room, heard that, and immediately turned around and left again.

“AZRIEL, WAIT,” you called after him. “I HAVE A MODERN AU WHERE YOU’RE A BARISTA WITH TATTOOS WHO SECRETLY WRITES POETRY!”

He did not come back.

Cassian was now on the floor again, wheezing. “Please. Please read more. Do I have any?”

You nodded solemnly. “You are the people’s himbo.”

He looked proud. “I don’t know what that means, but I accept it.”

Nesta was reading over your shoulder now, silently mouthing the phrase ‘tail kink?’ before looking at Cassian like he had explaining to do.

Cassian winked. “It’s canon.”

You turned to Elain, who was quietly reading a fic on your phone titled “Sunlight and Shadows: An Elriel Fanfic.”

She looked up at you, expression oddly serious. “Do… do they all want us together?”

You hesitated. “Uh. Yes. But also… no. Some people ship you with Lucien. Some ship you with Azriel. Some ship you with that one flower you picked in Chapter Twelve.”

Rhysand peeked over the couch. “...Do I have fanfics?”

You gave him a long look. “Rhysand, people have written smut where you turn into a literal shadow tentacle monster.”

He stared.

Feyre slowly turned to look at him.

Rhysand vanished with a soft whoosh of darkness.

“Every time I think we’ve reached peak chaos,” Mor said, “you raise the bar.”

Nesta was now flipping through your phone, face unreadable. “...You said there’s a fanfic where I murder Beron with a hairpin and then make out with Cassian on the throne of flames?”

You nodded. “It has over 80,000 kudos.”

She smiled. “I’d read that.”

“I’d live that,” Cassian said.

You leaned back, grinning like the menace you were. “So. Weekly book club. We alternate between canon and fanfic. Bonus points for smut.”

“Seconded,” Mor said.

“Thirded,” Cassian added.

Elain nodded. “I’m in.”

Feyre shrugged. “Sure.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes at Cassian. “Fine. But only if you read them out loud.”

Cassian paled. “Wait—what?”

Azriel’s voice echoed from the hallway. “I will set this house on fire.”

And you?

You curled up in a pile of pillows, heart full of chaos and questionable taste in fiction, and whispered, “This is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

To be continued...

(Next time: Azriel accidentally reads a smut fic about himself and questions the very fabric of reality.)

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shikaizer · 16 hours ago

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slip up. jujuwatkins x reader.

wc 1.7k

during one of your teams live, you accidentally exposed your relationship with juju watkins whos on the opposing team.

you always knew dating juju was risky, not because she wasnt worth it, God, she was so worth it, but because of the rivalry, the pressure, the eyes constantly watching both of you.

UConn versus USC, But still , she caught your heart like a no-look pass, and ever since that moment at Team camp, things had never been the same.

every stolen glance during practice. every whisper over facetime late at night, every quiet moment in hotel rooms when your teammates were asleep and you were curled up on the phone with her, just listening to her breathe.

nobody could know, thats what you both promised.

but your teammates found out eventually, maybe it was the way your phone always lit up with her name, maybe it was the secret smile you had whenever USC played and you saw her drop thirty like it was nothing, but your UConn girls, they knew, and surprisingly, they didnt judge, they actually protected your secret like it was their own.

“i mean, its juju watkins” Ice teased once “i'd risk my scholarship too.”

you laughed it off, because what else could you do? As long as the media didnt know, everything was fine.

but then came that night, you were chilling in your dorm, exhausted from back to back practices, some of the girls had just wrapped up a workout and decided to go on instagram live while you were half dozing on the common room couch, you didnt even realize the phone was rolling, you didnt notice the red circle, didnt hear the comments flooding in.

you were just... tired, tired and aching in the space only JuJu could fill, so when someone mentioned USC in passing, you sighed and mumbled, without even thinking “i miss juju so much…”

the room froze, you blinked, sat up “what?”

kk's eyes widened, nika slapped her forehead, ice started laughing “that was live” she said between gasps “that was on live, girl.”

your heart stopped “what?” the phone was still in kk’s hand, comments blowing up the screen like fireworks.

“Wait, JUJU WATKINS?”

“UConn girl dating USC???”

“NO WAY this ain’t real!”

“We need receipts!!”

“Did she just say she misses JuJu???”

panic set in. Your chest tightened. Your fingers trembled as you reached for your phone, already seeing the notifications.

texts from JuJu.

|babe??

|what happened???

|theyre tagging me like crazy right now…

|tell me whats going on.

|are you okay??

you didnt even know how to answer, the rest of the night was a blur, your Instagram was swarmed, people were either shipping you two like it was a damn fanfic or trashing you for “disrespecting the rivalry”

you curled up in your room, overwhelmed and silent, until your phone rang again, it was her.

you almost didnt pick up, almost, but her voice was the one thing that grounded you “hey.” you closed your eyes “im sorry, i didnt mean to—”

“i know” she said softly “i know you didnt”

you swallowed “they werent supposed to find out like that, i was tired, i wasnst even thinking…”

juju was quiet for a moment, then “you miss me?” your heart cracked open “so much it hurts.” she laughed gently, but it had a shaky edge to it “i miss you too, baby.”

You stayed on the phone for a long time that night, she made you laugh through your tears, told you she didnt care what anyone thought, that she’d be damned if she let the media take away what you had “let them talk” she said “we’ve been hiding too long.”

“but what about Coach? what about your team?”

“they dont pay rent in my heart” she said, her voice fierce now “you do.”

the next day, she posted a picture.

it was from that weekend in L.A, when you visited her under the radar you were in her hoodie, smiling into her neck, and she had her arms around you like she never wanted to let go.

Caption: " my love."

the internet went wild, your names trended for two straight days, USC’s media team had to release a statement, UConn’s PR scrambled to shift the story to the “power of love and sportsmanship” angle, but you?

you finally breathed, because after months of hiding in shadows, you could finally walk in the light with her.

and when UConn played USC later that month? The energy in the arena was electric, every camera was on you two when you locked eyes across the court, she winked, you smirked.

—ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

later That Night, the hotel room is dimly lit, warm and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world, the city hums beyond the window, headlights flashing against the curtains, but none of it matters in here, in here, its just you and her, no cameras, no rivalry, no expectations, just the two of you and the weight of everything you held back for far too long.

she drops her duffel bag by the door, rolling her shoulders like shes finally letting go of the tension from the game, you watch her from where your sitting on the edge of the bed, your hoodie pulled over your knees, feeling the familiar ache in your chest, its the same feeling you always get when you have to love her in stolen moments, when time together is measured in whispers instead of forever.

she notices the candles flickering on the nightstand, the soft glow making shadows dance along the walls, a slow smile tugs at her lips.

“you remembered the candles” she murmurs, stepping closer.

you nod “figured we deserved a little peace.”

her eyes darken slightly as she stops in front of you, theres something different in the air now, charged, heavy with unspoken words, her fingers reach for your chin, tilting your face up to hers “this feels like home” she whispers.

“i hated leaving you after the game” you admit, your voice muffled against the fabric of her hoodie "every time i saw you out there, i just wanted to” you pause, breathing her in “i wanted to run to you.”

she kneels in front of you, her hands slipping under your hoodie, fingers tracing slow, familiar patterns against your skin “i felt the same way” she murmurs, her breath warm against your lips “every time we locked eyes, I forgot the scoreboard even existed.”

her confession makes your chest tighten, you cup her face, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones, memorizing the way she looks at you in this moment, completely yours “kiss me” you whisper.

she doesnt hesitate, the first kiss is slow, like shes relearning the shape of your lips, the way you sigh against her mouth, but theres something behind it, something deeper, more desperate, a kind of need that has been building for months, stretching between late night calls, secret hotel rooms, and quick touches stolen in empty hallways.

her hands slip under your hoodie again, pushing it up inch by inch until you lift your arms and let her pull it over your head, she stares at you, eyes dark and hungry, before she leans in again, her lips pressing to your collarbone, your shoulder, the soft curve of your neck.

“you drive me crazy” she murmurs against your skin.

your fingers curl in the fabric of her hoodie, tugging her closer “then do something about it”

she laughs, a low sound that sends shivers down your spine, and then she’s pushing you back against the mattress, her body fitting perfectly between your legs, the kisses turn rougher, more urgent, her hands map out familiar territory, your ribs, your waist, the small of your back, until theres nothing between you but heat and longing.

clothes are shed slowly, deliberately, every inch of exposed skin is met with reverent touches, like shes worshipping you, her name tumbles from your lips in a breathless whisper when her mouth finds the places she knows drive you insane, she takes her time, drawing out every reaction, savoring every gasp and shudder like shes memorizing you all over again.

when she finally gives you what you need, its overwhelming, you arch into her touch, your hands tangled in the sheets, your breaths coming in broken, desperate whispers of her name, she holds you through it, her lips never straying far from yours, grounding you even as she completely unravels you.

the night stretches on, tangled limbs and whispered confessions, bodies moving in sync, slow and deep and intoxicating.

it’s love in its purest form, unhurried, consuming, endless.

by the time you collapse against her, breathless and spent, the city outside has quieted, her fingers trace lazy patterns along your spine, her lips pressing soft, lingering kisses to your temple.

“i wish every night could be like this” she murmurs, you smile sleepily, curling into her warmth “one day” you promise “it will be”

she tightens her arms around you, and for once, you let yourself believe

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violentdelightshavevioletends · 3 days ago

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Dain’s signet means people are afraid of being touched by him. Sloane’s signet means she’s afraid to touch other people.

They are each others balance.

A first year in Fourth Wing (a marked one he was warned about of the rebellion he was raised against) & the third year Wing Leader whose father is responsible for killing her brother; making them “should-be-enemies” yet, they have impeccable chemistry. Challenging each other as one of them was rather by the books (but is slowly fraying/changing) and the other a walking rebellion, pushing them into the gray middle ground; creating a balance between them. From the moment one first says, "I’m going to hurt you" & the other "gods don’t I know it" —

… Much like "You’ll be the death of me & "she’d be the best thing that ever happened to me, I’d be the worst thing that ever happened to her" … sound familiar?

Making them the balance to the last time this happened.

Their signets are the balance, and may very well change the war… Her siphon as a signet which could be the counterpart to the Venin; as instead of draining life, she is “life”. And where a main character is now missing (what may be) crucial memories, his signet allows him to find and see memories; which could help if they don’t wish to be found.

They are the balance.

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velaris-fic-repository · 1 day ago

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What the Tide Brings In (Part 4)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Loading and unloading ship cargo turned out to be a fantastic way to reacclimatize yourself and your healed body after the accident. You made dock friends fast and before you knew it, you knew the name of every ship brat and which mother to threaten to report to when the kids poked around with something they weren’t supposed to.

You wouldn’t of course, it was just fun to scare ‘em a little. Cute kids, all of them. You’d tell them some of your pirate stories whenever they asked. If you embellished here and there that’s fine, it’s what a pirate story was for.

You placed the final crate onto the stationary ship, before returning to the merchant it belonged to on the dock.

“That everything?”

“I believe so,” he said, taking a quick glance at the manifest in his hands. Once certain everything had been accounted for, he returned his gaze to you. “You know, if you were so inclined, we could always use another hand out there on this voyage. It wouldn’t be long, just sailing over to Boreala and back. It would only be a few days, and you’ve been so helpful.”

Dread and shame found a way to get their hooks into you. It had only been a month. You weren’t ready yet, and a very large portion of you hated yourself for it.

Still, you said, “I appreciate the offer, but I’m still settling in here. Maybe ask Evander.”

The merchant frowned but nodded, “thank you dear, maybe next time.”

“Maybe next time, fair winds and safe sailing to you,” and you walked off. The crew gathered and untied from their moorings shortly after as you watched.

A small wisp of wind flitted between your fingers, a neglected power wishing to be used. Smiling faintly, you wove your hands around each other as a small ball of wind gathered between them.

It wasn’t a particularly unique power amongst Summer Court residents, especially those who grew up amongst the ropes and wood of sailing vessels, but it was yours. The sea breeze, if you asked nicely, would come to your aid in small doses. It was incredibly useful when your means of transportation relied on heavy sheets of cloth. The real stunning power from your part of Summer was dominion over water, and in case recent events weren’t enough to go on, the ocean may call to you, but it didn’t have to listen to you in return.

Once you’d gathered the amount of wind you wanted, you pushed your hands outward, sending the wind in the direction the ship had been heading. Your wind caught in the sails, giving the vessel a nice boost further out into the harbor. You could make out some of the crew glancing back your way, so you smiled, sending a coy wave back at them. You got some waves back as you felt a presence on your left.

“Full of surprises, aren’t you?” Azriel said.

You felt through the threads in your chest, nothing on the other side. Not yet. Why did you even bother checking?

“You have no idea,” is how you answered him.

“How long have you been able to pull the wind like that?” he asked.

“It’s a little embarrassing where I come from, I was a late bloomer,” you admitted. You pulled a small amount of air to you, dancing it through your fingers absently.

“So was I.”

You stopped. Turned.

“You?”

Azriel flexed his wings, “I didn’t fly until I was eleven.”

He hadn’t told you everything about Illyrian culture or his childhood. You made a few guesses, but never told him or pushed for more information. It was easy, being around you, he found.

“Well, I couldn’t touch the wind until I was twelve. Looks like you won.”

Azriel hummed, watching the water with you in your customary comfortable quiet.

“You’re not gonna gloat?” you asked, humor in your voice.

His neutral expression, despite its fight to stay in place, cracked a little. Veins of amusement showed themselves on his features as he looked at you. “Do you want me to?”

“I always appreciate a challenge,” you said.

“Then why did you let me win?”

You blinked then recovered, honestly saying, “I thought you’d earned it.” You nudged him with your elbow, smiling, a second after, “but don’t expect a repeat, got it?”

He laughed with you, “got it.”

The stars and moon were out over Velaris as the activity in the harbor continued to pass you both by. Azriel offered you his arm.

“Walk you home?”

“Sure.”

He brought you back to the little apartment he’d helped you find. It wasn’t the prettiest or biggest by any stretch of the imagination. It felt more like a large closet some days, but when your list of belongings started and ended with the clothes on your back, you didn’t need much. You’d spent most of your three centuries of life sleeping in a hammock in smaller quarters. The apartment itself was the adjustment, not the size of it. You’d found sleep difficult without the bobbing of the waves beneath you.

The one window the apartment had though had a clear view of the harbor, and you loved it.

You unlocked the door, “you can come in if you want.”

Azriel offered to help move you in when you’d started in the place originally, but when faced with a smart mouthed comment from you about ‘what exactly did he think he would need to help move’ he realized it was sort of a foolish offer. He’d never actually been inside.

Luckily for you and the golden threaded secret you kept, you didn’t have much in the way of offer-able food. Also luckily for you, Azriel seemed more interested in looking around your space than expecting you to be a host.

In the brief weeks you’ve lived here, you’ve amassed a handful of belongings. The apartment was pre-furnished and not very well, so he did not spare lingering glances on those pieces. The bookcase however, had a few things nestled into it. Small pieces of artwork of various mediums, all in one way or another inspired by the sea. Wood carvings of a shark and a few fish. A small watercolor of the sea at night. A tiny model sailing ship and assorted shells.

Reminders, a shadow whispered curiously by his ear, guessing.

There were a few small books stacked haphazardly in the bookcase too. Seemingly placed wherever it was you deemed to place it with no attempt at reordering them. A short novel or two. A poetry collection seemingly of nautical nature, and what looked like from the spine, a binding of sheet music for sea shanties.

Azriel prided himself on his deductive skills. Even without his shadows, he excelled at reading people. Someone’s place of residence can tell just as much about them as their body language and the pitch of their voice. On habit, he turned his eye to your space.

Disorder in the placement of all these objects. Spontaneity, duh. Bursts of activity. Out of house a lot. Working extra shifts?

Common thread between the pieces. Pride. Longing. Reassertion of personal history. Joy in small amounts.

Pristine state of objects. New, but also cared for. Reverence. Pride, again.

Azriel smiled faintly.

“Find any evidence of treachery or treason yet?” you called from the kitchenette.

Azriel quickly realized you had been watching him. Of course you were, this was a small space and he was about the only thing in it. The words you said were accusatory but your tone and wry smile suggested teasing. More than that, he knew, he knew you. You’d found another way to poke fun at him, and as always, he was unbothered. Liked it even, if your eyes glistened like that.

He locked down that thought as quickly as he could, not that he was terribly successful.

You had two glasses laid out on the little half counter that separated your ‘kitchen’ from the rest of the apartment, each with a small splash of whiskey in it.

“Took the liberty of pouring you some,” you said, your skin unfortunately itching at the thought of just how different this moment would be had it been food, “just a little something. I have to at least pretend like I’m a good host right?”

Azriel chuckled, accepting the glass from the other side of the half wall.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” he said.

“Thanks,” you answered, sarcastically, “a friend of mine helped me find it.”

Azriel huffed a little laugh again, the two of you falling into comfortable silence as you sipped your glasses.

Azriel eventually finished his and set it down, mulling over a thought. Finally, he voiced it. “I saw you with that merchant today. It seemed like a great opportunity to get out on the water again.” He waited for you, when you didn’t respond, pouring yourself another glass, he continued, softly, “why didn’t you take it?”

You took a gulp of your whiskey and scanned his features. He recognized the look on your face, he’d seen it before when he first met you. Looking for a way out.

He stayed firm. Soft and open, but present and by no means going anywhere. You didn’t have to tell him, but his look let you know that he would ask again - maybe not now, but definitely later.

You sighed, downed the rest of your glass in one pull and set it down.

“Because I can’t and I hate it.”

He remained silent, waiting for you.

“I can’t,” you said again, voice and hands shaking.

Azriel reached forward, grabbing your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over one pair of your knuckles. Your hands were not scarred like his, but they bore countless calluses and divots from centuries of handling ropes and wood. You’d seen his hands before, holding your own up to prove his weren’t so bad. He did not fear holding your hands now.

“Tell me how sailing felt before” he prompted.

How were you supposed to do that?

It must have been written on your face because Azriel said, “I know it might be hard. Just try.”

Try. You could do that.

“It was… everything.” A soothing thumb stroked your knuckle, encouragement.

“It was adventure and sunlight and joy. The kind of feeling where your heart just lifts in your chest and you feel… free. The sea spray splashing at your face, the wind whipping around you. I’ve never felt as strong as I do with my boots sturdily planted on the deck of a ship.”

You’re lost in it for a moment, before a stroke across your knuckle pulled you back. Lacking for what else to say, you asked him, “what’s flying like for you?”

He met your eyes, “the same. I’ve never felt more powerful and free than when I’m in the air.”

You let your gaze drop, frustrated with yourself, “and I’ve lost it.”

Azriel reached up with one hand, still brushing your knuckle with the other, and cupped your face by the cheek.

“No you haven’t.”

“I can’t even think about going sailing without a pit of dread forming in my stomach,” you frowned.

“You’ve been through something awful,” he asserted, “of course the last thing you’d want to do is open yourself up to that danger again. When… When I was first learning how to fly, I fell. Bad. Every time I thought about trying again, I felt like I would be sick. I didn’t try again for weeks, resigned that I would never do it. I would never fly. My wings were useless and… and so was I.”

Your chest ached but he pushed forward, “That was until two bastards more stubborn than me all but forced me back up there. It was slow. It took time. But eventually, I wasn’t scared anymore. Not in a paralyzing way like I’d been before. I respected the dangers of the action. The risks I subjected myself to every time I did it. I learned to trust my wings, I learned to trust myself, and I was free again.”

You exhaled a shaky breath.

“You can be too,” he said, “I’ll help you trust the sea again if you’d like to try.”

Tears pricked your eyes but you blinked them away.

“Try. I can do that.”

Series Taglist: @rcarbo1 @shylahstarzz @tele86 @bubybubsters @willowpains @breemitch15 @96jnie @polli05927 @starsidesigh

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #acotar #azriel #azriel acotar #x reader fic #acotar fic

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minor-dot-inconvenience · 2 days ago

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Eurylochus Rant

i need to scream into the void about Eurylochus more because it’s immature and wrong to jump at people through the screen like a fnaf animatronic for saying something I don’t agree with

First thing i wanna talk about is that damn wind bag. Now was it dumb for Eurylochus to open the bag? Yes. Very. BUT— how I interpret it is Eurylochus opened not for treasure; but because he didn’t trust Odysseus. I mean realistically what could you even do with a bag of treasure on a damn ship? If you recall in ‘Luck Runs Out’ Eurylochus is basically telling Odysseus; “hold up and actually THINK for a minute before just blindly going to a God. You don’t know whats gonna happen and we could all get cooked if this goes south.” And Odysseus just basically tells him to be devout no matter what and to stop questioning him. Be so astronomically for real and tell me that you would trust that guy wholeheartedly without a doubt. Opening the wind bag and taking the risk was definitely a stupid decision but I can’t say I don’t blame Eurylochus for not trusting Ody.

And just to add on, even though ive only seen a handful of people say this I just wanna address it; Poseidon was NOT Eurylochus’s fault whatsoever. ODYSSEUS brought Poseidon’s ass on because he didn’t listen to Athena and proceeded to doxx his name and address to the cyclops that he didn’t kill. Poseidon was gonna roll up on them regardless if Eurylochus opened the wind bag or not. Because in Charybdis Poseidon shows up even with the wind bag being closed. Plus if you really think about it the wind bag would be getting opened either way if not by Eurylochus then by Odysseus. Poseidon was gonna show up and then Odysseus would have no choice but to open the wind bag to get away, getting them further from home. So no. Eurylochus did not get (roughly) 558 men killed. Poseidon was going to come regardless of the wind bag because of Odysseus.

The Circe Saga! Where Eurylochus‘s gay ass asks Ody to run away with him. People say he’s wrong for wanting to leave the men behind but… is he tho? Like lets put our thinking caps on and put ourselves in Eurylochus’s crusty raggedy sandals. There is a woman who has just turned the remainder of your crew into pigs. You can do little to nothing to really save them. Mind you: Eurylochus DOES NOT KNOW that Hermes is going to show up and give Odysseus the moly. Realistically; what could he POSSIBLY do besides run away with the last man he has? What he gonna do?? Fight the witch?? Even after Hermes gave Odysseus the moly he still says he might die. Just sounds like a one way ticket to get bodied.

Scylla. Fuckin’ Scylla. I’ve made a short post about this before but me spit to y’all rq: Putting yourself in Eurylochus’s shoes— Genuinely, what on god’s green earth are you supposed to do when you just watched your captain sacrifice 6 people. Actually. And be fr. He sacrificed 6 people. Didn’t tell anyone about the plan. Not even you. Even though you’re literally his second in command. Didn’t consult you, didn’t try to figure something else out or at least discuss it, just had you light up 6 torches and couldn’t care less if you got eaten or not. Being completely fair to Ody I don’t expect him to go “hey I need to sacrifice 6 of you to the hell beast” and be met with a smile and kiss. But I also don’t think he should have been surprised when the crew suddenly didn’t trust him anymore.

Mfs wanna call Eurylochus a hypocrite in Mutiny for getting on Odysseus for sacrificing 6 men but the thing is he just isn’t. Eurylochus didn’t WANT to live his men behind with Circe but he thought they were already gone. At least he told Odysseus they got turned into pigs instead of saying they just died or some shit. Odysseus on the other hand sacrificed 6 men willingly. If anything Odysseus is the damn hypocrite and THAT is what Eurylochus is upset about.

Obviously he’s not happy that his captain just gave up 6 guys but he’s also angry that he’s suddenly going back on his word. The man he’s supposed to be trusting with his life just threw 6 away while contradicting himself. I can’t even imagine that shit. My captain gets on ME for wanting to leave men behind when I think they’re already long gone but a few sagas later goes and sacrifices 6 men and then acts shocked that we’re pissed off? Oh yeah no im lighting the ship on fire. Snitching to Poseidon myself. That Mutiny was completely justified.

Do I even have to defend the cow?? Big bro was starving. Everyone was starving. They were losing hope. With each death Eurylochus’s sanity slips further. Eurylochus had given up by that point and being fair I probably would too. They’re being chased by Poseidon, they’re nowhere near home, and they’re slowly dying. They’re only human. You aren’t thinking straight when you’re starving and desperate. Killing the cow was desperation. Eurylochus says the same thing Odysseus said right before he dropped a baby off a damn wall, “Im just a man.”

I’ve seen people call Eurylochus selfish when its just… not true. If anything Eurylochus is very selfless. Eurylochus speaks for the crew and is always thinking of the crew. Odysseus would be the selfish one because he’s willing to do anything for his family even at the cost of others. Now neither of those are particularly bad things but to call Eurylochus selfish for being human is unfair.

I might make another post comparing Odysseus and Eurylochus properly. They both have very interesting parallels and it would be nice to explore it. They’re both morally grey. They aren’t good but they aren’t bad either.

Also if any of this came off as Ody bashing I apologize. I love Ody like I love Eurylochus. But, yknow, he acted like a dumbass and the mfs who glaze him and act like he did nothing wrong are even worse.

anywayz thas it byyeeee‼️😋

#Someone get the eury bashers off his tag im tryna look at art of my silly not listen to your tomfoolery🥀🥀🥀#epic eurylochus #epic the ithaca saga #epic the vengeance saga #jorge rivera herrans #epic musical #epic the musical #Eurylochus #eurylochus of same #eurylochus they could never make me hate you #eurylochus epic the musical #odysseus #odysseus epic the musical #epic odysseus #odysseus of ithaca #poseidon #poseidon epic the musical #epic poseidon

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starryknight-dragonarts · 2 days ago

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Since a bunch of people found me from this post, I thought I should share my names, some of my description and notes about these characters Benny Buzby (Diggersby) I was looking for more pokemon to make pirate characters and then I came across Diggersby...and I thought to myself...he could probably hold a bunch of swords, which made me think of Zoro from One Piece who briefly was compared to a rabbit once by Mihawk...anyway I decided to make a multi-swordsman Rabbit inspired off of Zoro. He's not meant to be a Pokemon version of Zoro himself. Ferridymium Magnellan the Navigator (Probopass) His crew will always know the way with Master Navigator and Map Maker Ferridymium Magnellan around. Ferridymyum knows that the sea is a realm all it's own, not just the place between other places and it has deep secret passages and shortcuts which you will not find on any normal maps. There are ways to sail through the Land of the Dead or to the Distortion World if you know the right way. Maybe he will never find every single secret the Sea has or every realm they can take you to, but Ferridyium can certainly try to make a comprehensive list of the ones he has found.

Daggett Norbert Burke the Shipwright (Bibarel) Did you know that Beaver's ears are especially sensitive to the sound of leaking water, not just running water but the specific sounds water makes when it moves unevenly over a surface, so they can tell if their den has a leak, where exactly to find it, and how to clog it up so it doesn't leak again. People have used this to control where Beavers build dams, playing the sounds of leaking water so the Beavers are compelled to stop the leak in that area. I think having an intelligent Beaver Craftsman would be good for any Ship's crew, especially if the ship is frequently getting damaged by cannon fire. They could make quick repairs to the ship, or if the ship is too damaged all together then they could build a whole new ship from scratch.

Daggett can make almost anything out of Wood

Ahomana Saab (Hariyama) BOOM! Roll'n with the storm clouds and the sound of Drums CRACK! Chains break and shatter when the Torrent comes RUUUMMMBLE! Feel the ground shake as the crowd comes alive The Brave and Mighty Thunderclap Man has arrived. Give it up for Ahomana Saab!

Ahomana is a Musician and performer first and foremost, specifically he likes to Rap, but that doesn't mean that's all he can do. He may look fat but it's all muscle and power! Ahomana believes Strength brings freedom, and Freedom bring strength! To be strong you must survive, to survive you must be as ruthless and cruel as the seas you sail. Survival makes you stronger; Strength gives you freedom; Freedom lets you Survive. Parisa Hasisi (Medicham) Parisa is a member of the Torrent Pirate crew, though she does not typically look like a pirate or wear a pirate insignia so she can get into places without being suspected. She serving as an agent, a thief, an assassin, and a backup dancer to Ahomana in his performances. He casts a big shadow and has a big presence so she doesn't need to worry about being being recognized most of the time. She also complements him in their combat styles; His attacks are big and powerful, while hers are more quick and precise.

Despite being great partners they are not romantically involved with one another.

Storm Bell (Casteform) Bell is a member of the Torrent Pirates as a Swords dancer and acts as the ship's personal Ship-Bell, waking the crew up in the morning, alerting them at certain times of the day or letting them know about oncoming dangers.

They work closely with Parisa Malik Bureiku (Slowbro (and Cloyster)) He won't talk about it either because of past trauma he's experienced or because he's the Strong Silent type, but something had him moving as a Slowpoke like Giratina was biting at their legs. They were still slow but they were determined and so fed up with being a Slowpoke that he needed to find a Cloyster, shove it on his tail and become the baddest Slowbro there is! The Shipwreck Skullem (Solrock & Lunatone) I got this idea one night and knew I Needed to draw this first thing the next morning! I was thinking about how all the Pokemon Pirates I have made use a Duskull Skull as the universal symbol of being a Pirate. Of course it's meant to be a Jolly Roger but there are no Humans in this setting so I had to use some other Skull and Duskull has a very simple cartoon Skull face so seemed like an obvious choice...But I wanted to come up with an in-universe reason why all these pokemon use Duskull as the Symbol of being a Pirate. I first thought about making it a oddly powerful Duskull, but I couldn't find a way to make it work...then I thought..."Who else would use the Symbol of a Duskull to their advantage...maybe a couple of Hoenn Psychic types?"

Solrock and Lunatone use their Psychic powers together in order to control a mech body made from the broken scrap parts of multiple Shipwrecks. They are the Origin of OLD nautical legends, seen as more of a myth and a monster than a Pokemon. Rumors have it that they are guarding some sort of vast treasure hoard accumulated from all of Ships which frequently crashed upon the rocks of their island, Others say there was already some hidden treasure on this island and the ships of those foolish enough to pursue it have only added to the pile. Whatever it is, it must be pretty important and valuable to need a guardian. Getting close to it's land by boat is nearly impossible and if you are even able to get close enough then you'll have to fight the Shipwreck Skullem!

I recently just felt like drawing a bunch of Pokemon Pirates

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anonmousegosqueek · 1 day ago

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So, I was thinking about poly 141 complete (GhostSoapGazPriceNik)

So, maybe they go in Christmas leave at Johnny's house, and Johnny's parents are completly clueless about their relationship, both because John never addressed having a partner and because they are really casual aboit it (on base they kinda hide it, bot by hiding it for so long it became showing affections in small gestures that you have to look into to notice love between all of them).

The night comes down, the uncles, aunts, cousins and nieces go home, they remain in the Task Force and Johnny's parents and two of his sisters.

Johnny has to go to sleep in his old childhood room (tradition every time he goes on leave) and remain a guest room and the two small couches in the living room.

Maybe they don't fuck, but they defnitely cuddle, maybe one of them can't sleep and goes down in the kitchen and has a conversation with those that are in the living room or something like that. You choose who sleeps where ;)

AGHHHJ- FENNEC IM SORRY

So this was so scrumptious yummy texture thought that I wanted to make a whole fic, right? And I'm still gonna do that, no one can stop me. Problem is: I'm in waaaay over my head.

So yeah, this has been sitting in my ask box for too long 😔

I just wanted to say that I DIDN'T FORGET!

I'm just silly and struggling.

To tide me y'all over, I have some fun little sillys we came up with under the cut.

Ship name? Ghoappricenikroagaz. It's funny because pp.

Sleeping chart: Soap got his childhood bedroom, bottom bunk. They put Gaz in the top bunk, bro slept cuddled up to Soap every single night.

Ghost got the couch, Mama MacTavish apologized constantly about "making such a big lad sleep on the sofa" and such. Ghost didn't mind, Gaz thought it was hilarious.

Price and Nik got the spare room, mostly because they're the oldest. Soap jokes about being jealous, except he also totally sneaks in there one night. They wake up to a Sargent somehow on top of both of them, muttering in his sleep.

Roach comes in later (delayed flight/spent the first bit of break with his mom)

For being the "quiet" member, he won't. Shut. Up.

Everyone is dancing around the romantic aspect, he comes in with a kiss and an offer to suck dick.

He also starts to openly argue with the homophobic aunt. She's not homophobic out of hatred, she just doesn't think about it and keeps on talking about "when they get wives" she supports 'the gays' she just doesn't think about them. Roach reminds her in the most passive aggressive way possible*

*good for him! No notes, let him do whatever he wants.

Nik is out here, zoning the heck out while surrounded by a family all speaking literal Gaelic (yes I know most Scots speak English, I need this tho). 8 languages? Sure! *Scottish*?? Bro does not understand a bit of what they're saying.

Ghost has the easiest time with the language. As the resident Johnny Whisperer™, he can understand (mostly gathered from context clues) what the conversation is about

The sisters all have bets around what the heck is going on relationship-wise

At one point they literally gang up on Soap, cornering him like they're about to kill him.

You'll just have to wait and see how the conversation goes (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Ghost is the favorite uncle, full stop.

#cod #call of duty #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #cod headcanons #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #gary roach sanderson #cod nikolai #poly 141

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gryffindormarveltwilight · 1 day ago

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Knowing You - Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: Sorry it has been a while. This is something I wrote ages ago and just got around to finishing. Inspired by the song 'Knowing You' by Kenny Chesney and is predominately written in JAKES POV. It is not the greatest but thought I would post anyway. As always feedback and requests are welcome.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of cheating, mentions of the movie mission, naval inaccuracies, slight swearing, fighting

Knowing you, you probably got your toes in the sand At a bar on the beach in the sun somewhere Knowing you, you got something cold in your hand Chatting up a stranger without a care

Knowing you, you're still wild and free And knowing you, you're probably way over me

I had been thinking about him a lot in recent days. Jake Seresin. The cocky Top Gun trophy winning pilot who was my best friend since we joined the Naval academy together. The same pilot that I dated from the age of 20 until six months ago when I broke up with him two weeks before my 29th birthday. As I stand here looking at the red neon light of the Hard Deck I can’t help but think of whether he was already here. The best of the best had been called back so I knew he would be coming I just didn’t know when. I wondered what scene I would be walking into would he be there with his arm around some girl while nursing a cold beer and laughing with the other recalled pilots. Or was he sitting out on the beach with the same girl laughing while watching the waves like we used to do when we were down here for our runs at Top Gun, mine when we were 25, then a year later when Jake returned. There was one thing I knew for sure Jake would have moved on from me while I stand here thinking about him. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Pheonix comes up behind me and touches my shoulder.

“I should have known you would be here Chaos.” I turn and hug her, she had been my roommate at the academy and we had been like sisters ever since. I hadn’t seen her in six months, when I called her crying after I ended the relationship with Jake. She had just got back from deployment, I was at her house for two days after the breakup before getting my orders to ship out to a location unknown.

“Pheonix, it is good to see you.”

“Correct me if I am wrong but shouldn’t you be on an aircraft carrier somewhere?”

“Recalled same as you, I landed about an hour ago.”

“So, you haven’t seen him yet.” I shake my head in response, and she grabs my hand. “Let’s do this together then.” As we walk off two other pilots run up behind us calling out to Pheonix, they saw me and quickly introduced themselves as Payback and Fanboy, when I told them my name they seemed starstruck which I laughed off slightly.

As we walk through the doors of the hard deck I hear him before I see him and my breath hitches as he calls out.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Pheonix.” he says it with a smirk as he hands the pool cue to Coyote. I make eye contact with Coyote from behind the pillar I had unintentionally hid behind, and I walk straight towards the bar avoiding the group of pilots forming around the pool table.

“So are you ever going to tell me why you broke up with him?” I hadn’t noticed Coyote step up next to me as I downed a shot of tequila and grabbed my beer.

“I missed you too Coyote.”

“You too Chaos, now are you going to answer my question.”

“Ask him, or more specifically ask him about Allison.” Coyote looked at me with a shocked expression. I finish my beer before looking over once again at the pool table. “tell Pheonix I left, Jake looks happy Coyote, I am glad he is happy with her.”

I walk out of the bar completely unaware of the eyes following me out of the bar.

Knowing you was a free-fall from a hundred thousand feet When you don't even care where you land And knowing you was the kind of rush that you feel When you finally get to sit in with the band

And knowing you, you're still a tumbleweed I only wish that you would tumble back to me

JAKES POV

I caught myself staring at the radio clenching and unclenching my fist as I listened to Chaos and Maverick scream Coyotes name trying to get him out of G-Lock. I relaxed when I finally heard him respond and pull up just in time before burning in. It wasn’t long after that my heart plummeted into my stomach when I heard Maverick yell birdstrike.

“Shit Mav, I am hit, left engine is out, right engine is still spinning trying to restart,”

“Chaos it is on fire don’t……Shit” I hear Maverick yell and Chaos starts swearing

“EJECT CHAOS EJECT!” Coyote screams before the radio goes dead, I don’t know how long I sat there looking at the radio waiting to hear her voice come through. All I could think about was seeing her the other night at the bar and finally after six months getting answers about why she had ended the relationship.

Flashback

I watched as Coyote and Chaos chatted at the bar, Chaos downing a shot of what I can only guess is tequila. She glances over and I quickly turn my head, so she doesn’t see me look as I laugh absentmindedly at something Rooster said to Pheonix. I look over to where she was after a few moments to see her give Coyote a wave as she heads towards the door, I follow her with my eyes thinking about how gorgeous she looks even after not seeing her in six months. I didn’t hear what was being said in the group, but the next thing I felt was a fist hitting me smack in the jaw. I spin back to see Coyote with a fire in his eyes as Payback and Rooster hold him back.

“What the hell Coyote.” I yell at him.

“How could you Hangman! We knew you were an asshole but I never thought you would stoop so low.” He yells back the boys still holding him back as Pheonix approaches telling him this is not the time and place.

“How could I what Coyote.”

“How could you cheat on Chaos!”

I look around at the look on our friends faces when he said it, Pheonix looked down, of course she was not surprised, Payback, Fanboy and Bob looked annoyed and sad but they hadn’t known either of us long enough to show to much emotion towards the situation and then there was Rooster there was a fury in his eyes I hadn’t witnessed in a long time but he managed it as he continued to hold Coyote at bay. I walked out of the bar and sat on the beach nursing my beer holding back tears.

“She came to me you know, in tears heart broken, she couldn’t believe it, then got shipped out two days later, got back about an hour ago. Why Jake, you two were so good together.”

“I didn’t cheat.” It was only then I looked up to see the surprise on Pheonix’s face and it sunk in Chaos really thought I had cheated on her.

“Chaos said she found messages on your phone to Allison, and that she came home early that night and heard you on the phone talking to here talking about meeting up at your usual spot while Chaos was at work. So forgive us Hangman but that sounds like cheating.”

“I didn’t cheat.” I repeated.

“Then explain what the hell she overheard.”

“I was planning my proposal to her.”

I was broken out of the memory by Pheonix grabbing my shoulder. I spin to look at her, I can see tears in her eyes as well listening to her best friend go down was never something you get used to.

“They found her Hangman. She is going to be just fine.” I breathe a sigh of relief at the news. “Why don’t you come to the hospital with us check on her.”

“She won’t want me there.” Pheonix went to argue but I stood up and walked out.

Holdin' my breath 'til the moment When you were gonna leave me too soon

JAKES POV

I didn’t think less than a week later I would have the same feeling of dread. Maverick picked the teams, Payback and Fanboy, Pheonix and Bob and his wing man…..Chaos. We listened as the mission started without a hitch and we listen as they hit the target, which also meant we listened as the 4 daggers fought their way through Coffin Corner, all yelling in complete chaos dodging missiles.

“Chaos, on your six!” yells Maverick.

“Deploying countermeasures……Shit I am out of flares!”

“Evade Chaos Evade!”

“MAVERICK NO!” Chaos screams through the radio.

“Dagger One is down I repeat, Maverick is down.” Pheonix says sadness evident in her voice. I look at Rooster biting back the sad look on his face as I lean forward requesting to fly cover getting knocked back by command. We had almost forgotten about the open line of communication until Pheonix yelled through the radio.

“CHAOS!!” she screamed “Dagger two is down, I repeat dagger two is down. Returning to home base.” This time there was no hiding the sadness in her voice you could tell she was biting back tears. I look over again at Rooster this time he is crying, Maverick was one thing but Chaos she was like his baby sister, Coyote approaches me also fighting off the tears as I once again find myself staring blankly at the radio. I hear the movement on deck that is the other two landing their planes. The next to approach me is Pheonix, who looks at me with tears streaming down her face.

“I never got to tell her.” I say as I break down into tears.

The whole ship went into a spin when it came across the radio that Chaos was supersonic in an F-14. Rooster was quick to jump in his plane as I remain paralysed on the deck Pheonix still next to me. I mumble a prayer for Rooster to get to them in time. It is less then half an hour later when the F-14 is crash landing on the deck. I was quick to move when I see Chaos and Maverick stand up from the wreckage. I wasted no time running to Chaos, who smiles when she sees me. To my surprise she wraps her arms around my neck and presses a kiss to my lips. I look surprised at her.

“Pheonix told me you were planning a proposal and not cheating. I am so sorry for not talking to you about it.” I am stunned and taken aback that she had known and not said anything.

“Marry me?” I ask before I can even process what is happening.

“Yes.” She responds with a wide smile as I pull her in for another kiss.

I'd do it all over 'cause damn it was good knowing you

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