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i-am-vita · 8 months

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Ghost Rose musings: Loves and Friends

Some shorter Headcanons for OcReader because I have too many ideas to concentrate in my actual WIPs. And I still have to finish her bio and family. And her Phantom Pirates crew because stupid overachieving brain has to create full Ocs and lore. I swear I worked on this a normal amount of time.

Based on my first OPLA older menxfemreader headcanons

👉 Masterlist

Phantom Pirates Crew already.

Soon the Strawhats.

Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Mihawk, Bogard, Garp, Buggy, Zeff, Kuro, Crocodile, Do Flamingo, Big Mom.

Warnings: Swearing, back at excessive and unnecesary use of the word Fuck. Suggestive themes. Some spoiler of future OP (for the just OPLA readers).

Expect: Use of You, not y/n. Still bad english. These are not the Consistent Time Tenses you are looking for. I wrote half of this instead of working.

Still not beta'd because I exist in the void.

Redhead "I Ran Away with Him not Abducted by" Shanks

Bestie (with benefits most of the time). The person you trust most in the world. Always there when you need him, somehow. You love him to death, as a friend because man’s anti commitment in the best of days and you know it.

He is NOT jealous that Mihawk is interested in you and you reciprocate enough to have ended his benefits indefinitely. Not at all... Of course you deserve someone who loves and cherish only you as the treasure you are, to wake with you in his arm for the rest of his life... Fuck.

Fave of your Captain Erik. He still believes he can convince Shanks to settle down with you. Maybe he should arrange more jobs where you end up stranded somewhere and Shanks has to pick you up.

Benn "Hang in There, Old Man" Beckman

Just marry his Captain already so he has another babysitter that's not him, damn it! Give a man a break. May teams up with Eriksson to rid Shanks of his libertine ways.

Totally not getting Shanks all riled up by wondering out loud if Mihawk would actually propose to you. Should he tell him about the Bathhouse incident?

Dracule "I'm not Falling for Him" Mihawk

Woman, you stole from him, cinderella-ed him and he keeps looking for you. Get your shit together and fuck him already instead of running away after smooch him and heavy making out with him every time he finds you. It's not like you're falling in love with him. Nop... Fuck.

He is absolutely not so head over heels about you that has started to name your future child. Damn, you want to bring over your redhead plaything idiot from time to time? Go ahead. That Marine fucker better keep away from you. No, he’s not drunk in your favorite sweet red berries juice wine that he despises but still drinks because it reminds him of The Day You Met and the taste of your lips… Maybe.

Fave of your captain's wife. Full going for he's-the-catch-of-the-season victorian-matchmaker mode. May be arranging an unusual amount of balls and inviting him. Has the wedding planned already.

Bogard "It Would Never Have Worked" Rick

We don't talk about Bogard. Too sad and guilty for leaving him hanging in your youth. You can't help but still care for him. Maybe still love him. A little. Let's not think about him.

He's not dying inside to have discovered you're the Ghost Rose and you may be in love with Mihawk. Absolutely no... Fuck.

Wait until he finds out about Shanks.

Monkey D. "My Son is the Most Wanted Man in the World" Garp

He is all for Bogard to "go fight for her, you idiot". Actually likes you and your boss.

If the Duchess arranges a ball, he's sending Bogard undercover to inform him if he notices some "suspicious activity". Bogard isn't getting it, would just byronicly sulk in the noir corners, doing his job and longing for you from afar.

"And why didn't you dance with her, moron? yOu WeRe DoInG yOuR jOb... I didn't get married and had a son by staying away just doing my job." Wait, was he married to the mother of his son? "Am I a barbarian like Roger? Of course I am married to the mother of my son." Wait, is she still around? "Like alive? Of course. She left and hates the guts of me for being absent all the time and driving our son away to an anti-government life but... still!" Hence...

Neither of you knows what is your bosses deal or history but Garp may be the only Marine in the world who knows that Duke Shostakovich Eriksson is the Phantom Captain. And gives no shit because he's a pal.

Who else is going to snitch all the gossip from his son's whereabouts and the marine highest ranks info they try to hide to him? All those jobs of sneaking in Marine Bases to get intel? They didn't come from him. Not at all... Oh.

Buggy "It was Just One Time" the Clown

You were wasted-drunk and freshly dumped Kuro!!! Not happening again because STANDARDS. Just don't let him sweet talk you and look at his pretty blue puppy eyes at the same time. DO. NOT. LOOK.

Somehow, your captain adores him, thinks he has potential. For what? You have no idea. Outdo him in extravagance?

Buggy kisses the ground your captain walks on. Even when he already told him that Roger never confessed to him about the One Piece. Doesn’t matter. Eriksson rocks. Yes, he knows his identity as does Shanks since he was besties with their captain. Never telling, clown’s promise!

Your crewmates Raoul and Carlotta may or may not have a crush on him. They can have all his chop-chop parts for all you care.

Red "I Ate my" Leg "to Save This Little Flirty Gremlin" Zeff

Eriksson's old bestie. Worked together for a while to seek information about the All Blue. They just talk in insults to each other.

They were supposed to meet that time his ship was wrecked and looked for him for months until your crew found him in that rock with his new kid. "And why the fuck did you tough it was a great idea to raid a ship in the middle of a storm, you mangy landlubber?" “There was something suspicious! Germa 66 was in the area some weeks ago, gossip said they may have planted something important there, you hornswogglin' son of a biscuit eater!” *Kid looks around pretending not being there*. "And that's why the intel dealer is me, not you, scurvy-ridden old sea rat!" *Eriksson looks pointly at kid while Zeff isn't looking*.

Helped him to retire and open his restaurant. His kid may have had a massive crush on you.

Not-friends/Hated

Kuro "Fuck That Guy and His Fucking Plans"

Except you did. Literal and metaphorical. And then dumped him for being a piece of shit. But the guy dared to threaten your niece and spat your identity in front of Bogard. Now they can truthfully give him up for death.

Sir "I Hate that Guy" Crocodile

He DARED to mistake you for an escort and groped you when he went to try to make a deal with Eriksson (as the Duke, not the Phantom Captain, he’s unaware of his alter ego). You almost beat the shit out of him (Gara vs Rock Lee style, see: Naruto) but ended up very even at the time.

(Doesn't look like I thought about this obsessively.)

After that, he actually respected you but still ogles you shamelessly. Not forgetting it for the rest of your life. It goes without saying he never got a deal from the Duke.

It would be a shame if in the future it reaches the ears of a certain Best Swordsman to whom Croc is allied.

Don Quixote "That Fucking Bastard" Do Flamingo

Your captain despises him. They have history. Say no more, for you that's enough.

Charlotte "Big Souless Ugly $%&! Bitch Mom" Linn Linn

Hate her with all your being. No more comments or you may stab someone.

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Following your encounter with the Shelby family, you try to get accepted but you have no idea how. This is why Ada comes out with a good idea: organizing a tea party in the garden. You accept, hoping things will get better between you and Arthur's family... But it does not go as planned.

featuring John x Platonic!OCReader

Words: 4.3k

TW: Foul language but hey, that's about Peaky Blinders, witchcraft ??

Notes:

✞ This chapter is longer than what I attended to do, so unfortunately I could not follow the poll's result. Hence, here is a quieter chapter but nonetheless tinted with a bit of angst. Moreover, the three next chapters are going to be quite violent and intense so consider this the calm before the storm.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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“I don’t like the kids being around her.”

“Come on Esme, she’s not going to eat ‘em eh.” Arthur brought the cup of tea to his mouth and drank it, its sweet flavor melting on his tongue. It was a necessary and momentary relief, which kept him from yelling at his sister-in-law for what she had just said about his sweetheart. She had not stopped making snarky remarks from the day he introduced you to the family. Somehow, it was not about hatred or personal resentment, but rather about fear: she was sincerely scared of you.

After meeting the Shelbys for the first time, you were left utterly confused and did not know what to do. That was when Ada’s idea popped up. She had helped you organize a small tea party in the garden of the house Arthur had brought for you, in order to have a cozy family gathering. Then, John grew fond of the idea. These two surely had adored you as soon as their eyes had fallen on your angelic face. Following the invitations you had sent, Esme and Polly agreed to come to the event even if they did not trust you. More superstitious than the rest of the family, they were genuinely anxious when you were nearby — but family was family, and they did it for Arthur. Concerning Michael and Finn, they were too busy playing tough boys in Small Heath to bother sipping on a cup of tea in a flower garden. And regarding Thomas… Of course, he would not come. His refusal had been quite obvious following your disastrous encounter with little King Shelby, even though he pretended to be far too busy with work to come. His manners were on point, at least when he was not insulting you and grabbing you by the throat. Admittedly, you had been disappointed in the boys’ lack of commitment but you did not let it show. People still came, you thought.

“What if she brings evil spirits upon them?” She insisted, her dark eyes staring at you as if you would kill her children if she dared to shift her eyes from you for one second. Annoyed with her disrespectful claim, Arthur rolled his eyes and exhaled loudly through his nose.

“Listen, girl,” He put back his cup on the table a bit more bluntly than he intended to, “if you keep saying dumb shits in my bloody house I’ll kick ya out. Heaven invited ya and y’all talk shit in her back tsk… Damn ungrateful women.”

Esme opened her mouth to say something but she closed it straight away for Polly had rested her hand on her arm to keep her from doing so. The last thing they needed was a quarrel. She finally sighed, admitting her defeat. Then, she went on observing you playing with her four children alongside her husband, John.

“At least she’s not filling your mind with stupid Christian things. “ Polly said, stirring her tea with a little silver spoon. She was observing the liquid with great attention, looking for any sign of poison or suspicious ingredient. Somehow, she feared you had served her some kind of magical potion. Witnessing this circus of a conversation, Ada closed her book and frowned.

“This is ridiculous. You should stop judging her because of stupid rumors. She’s no witch…

Heaven is a delightful woman, clever and polite. Far away from that bitch Linda.” She paused to look at each of the faces around the table, “And if she is, well… She might as well fly on a broom and turn people into frogs I would not mind. I’ve never seen Arthur that happy before, and that’s all that matters.” She argued, her voice filled with determination and her tone highlighted with her natural fury. The Shelby sister sure was a wild and entitled woman.

“Thanks, Ada,” Arthur looked at her with sincere gratitude. He was starting to get tired of the two women’s nonsense and constant judgmental behavior toward his lover. His steel blue eyes abandoned his guests and fell on your graceful body — not interested in anyone but you. Bewitched by the sight, Arthur’s traits relaxed as he observed you running behind Katie in an attempt to catch her, with your dolly face enlightened with a smile so beaming even the sun was green with envy. His heartbeat quickened in his ribcage as seconds passed — the more he stared at you, the more the world around him vanished: you had the gift of making him forget everything. Your wild ivory mane floated at the wind’s discretion, along with the overhanging fabric of the Greek-inspired white dress you were wearing. How he loved to see you covered with the beautiful dresses, fur coats, and jewels he kept buying for you — nothing was too precious nor expensive for his angel.

“You can’t catch me, Heaven!”

“You think so, Katie? I’m coming for you!”

Esme and John’s children had adored you from the minute you met. They seemed to have adopted you into the family, judging by their blooming smiles and their joyful laughter each time you would catch them in your arms. A sudden comforting wave of warmth overcame Arthur’s heart. Seeing you playing with kids definitely did something to him. He tried not to let it show, for you were younger than him and he did not want to put any pressure on your shoulders, but he had always wanted a family. For years he had seen his siblings being blessed with the joy of love and children, to the point he had wondered if his time would come or if he was deemed to live off prostitutes, drugs, and bland momentarily reliefs. Yet the more he watched you with children, the less he could keep domestic thoughts from flooding his brain. How deeply he wanted to put a ring around your finger to make you officially his, and fill your belly with a child. His child. But the truth was he still doubted you truly wanted him, his insecurities whispering to his ear that you’ll wake up one day and see the monster he was. He already could barely believe you wanted to see him every day. Let alone the surprise of you agreeing to live with him, by his side.

“Shit Arthur, it’s getting serious.” Ada teased, smiling behind her cup of tea at his brother’s blissed out expression, “She did cast a spell on you.”

“Oh fook off, Ada. Don’t say that, Polly and Esme are going to believe it.” And he was right, for the two women were now watching Ada with pure terror on their faces, which only made her burst into laughter.

John grabbed you by the wrist, gently forcing you to stop running. You turned around and pout, visibly unhappy of your poor performance.

“Gotcha, little Angel,” He said, one brow raised and his beautiful lips stretching in a wide, cunning smile from which a toothpick was hanging, “Following the rules, you’re excluded from the game.“

“That’s unfair. You cannot hide in a bush and bounce on me, John. This is cheating.” You retorted, pretending to be outraged, but the smirk etched on the corner of your charming lips left no doubt about your amusement.

“I’m a Shelby. Of course I cheat.”

“That’s such a lame excuse,” You said, your sentence punctuated by a thunder of complaints that rose when the kids noticed you had stopped chasing them. All the four Shelby children wished was to keep playing with you, but John wanted to take advantage of this moment to enjoy your company without the protective presence of Arthur towering over him, “And I think the whole team disagrees with your decision.” You added, shrugging, with a false innocent expression on your face, which gave you a bratty look more than anything else. Gosh, John thought, you were a hell of a woman…

“Oi herd, why don’t you play together for a while so that Dad and Heaven can talk eh?”

Another wave of protest, but the focus of the little crowd was soon diverted by a small white bird that had just landed on the handmade birdhouse near them. The children decided they did not want to play Tag Your It anymore, but rather chose to observe the bird from the closest spot as possible. So was kids’ ability to focus, as flickering and ephemeral as a moth. John freed your wrist as they moved away and winked at you. Then, he pulled a silvery cigarette case out of his pants pocket. He gave you one and proceeded to light it up politely. You leaned over his hands until the tip of your cigarette brushed the flame — John’s sky-blue eyes looked at you during the whole moment, his iris shining with a playful gleam. To be honest, he was probably the nicest Shelby of the family, Arthur not included. At least, he was always absolutely caring for you and would never forget to pull you in a bear hug each time you met. Hugs so tight, so comfy that you could almost feel the shattered piece of your heart brought back together. John Shelby had spent countless hours helping you move to your new house, refusing to let you carry heavy furniture and stuff. More than being helpful, he fancied the moments you both spent together. That was why he would sometimes keep you company and teach you some tricks with his personal deck of cards when Arthur was busy working for their boss-brother. In exchange, you would mend his torn shirts after a fight and offer him shelter whenever he and Esme had a heated argument.

“How’s going with Arthur?” He asked, his tongue playing with his toothpick. You let out a cloud of smoke from your juicy lips.

“This is going so well, I can’t believe it. Your brother is so soft, so caring… He’s an Angel.”

“Soft? Caring? Are we really talking about Arthur?” He chuckled, “I mean he used to throw Michael out of the window when he was just a kid.”

“Well, you were there to catch him though. Pretty sure no one did when Arthur would throw you out of that same window. You must have hit your head against the concrete more than once.” You raised a brow, your teeth digging into your cigarette as your smirk widened. Blown away by your quick wit, John shook his head.

“What the hell, I don’t know why Arthur calls you angel. You’re a fucking devil,” He said to tease you. Yet the soft traits of his baby face turned into a more serious expression, “So yer really happy with him? I’m asking because he loves you so much that he would not stand losing you. Hell, he talks about you every fucking minute!”

“Does he?” You said with a softer note in your voice before glancing at Arthur. Your aquamarine eyes met his, for he had not stopped staring at you. Blood rushed to your cheeks, “I’m truly blessed, John. Arthur is — he is unique you know? I can’t find words powerful enough in any language to describe my feelings for him. But trust me, I am a lucky woman. “

Domestic life with Arthur Shelby had a surprising taste of blissful paradise. Obviously, it had its ups and downs, for the path to healing was always a long and somehow troubled one, but you knew what you were stepping into the first time you met — his face was splattered with blood after all. You had been aware of the scorching fits of rage and his past troubles with addictions right from the start. He also told you about the nightmares that would wake him up at night, screaming and panting, and that time he cheated on Linda and cried doing so. Yet, he had promised you to do his best to tame his demons — and when he said “best” he did not lie. Whether covered in blood or not, he often came home right after work, wanting to spend his time with you rather than doing anything else. When he did not it was simply because he was drinking with his brothers. And even wasted, at the edge of the abyss he was so familiar with, he never touched another woman — No matter John’s behaviors and Tommy’s pressure. How could he when the fairest creature of this bloody world was waiting for him at home? Moreover, sex with you outperformed everything he had experienced before. Arthur knew that having you by his side was a miracle, and he was determined not to sabotage it. Because you were everything he needed to survive, and what he had craved all his bastard’s life. Sometimes he would wake up at night, afraid you had been just a dream, and when he would realize you really existed he would pull you in his arms and watch you sleep peacefully, his fingers caressing your porcelain skin until he dozed off. Yes, Arthur Shelby was the most loving and loyal man you ever had.

Maybe that was what made the moments he snapped even more terrifying. But you weren’t scared, for Arthur never laid a finger on you and would never do it. In fact, he was never mad at you, but rather at himself. Or at the rest of the world. But not you — how could he?

He was simply terrified of hurting you. Sometimes he touched you so lightly, afraid to break you… And when his spirits heated and he squeezed you a bit too fiercely, all you had to do was gently remind him to relax and his embrace would loosen.

“But tell me John. Are you really interested in Arthur’s well-being or is it because you’d miss me if I leave?” You joked, taking another puff of your cigarette and shifting your gaze to him. You expected a roast in return but all he gave you was a strange silence. Your smile slowly faded away at his pensive face, the oceans in his eyes lost in thought.

“Yeah,” He said, a bit embarrassed. John swallowed, then, after a brief moment of hesitation, he gently pressed one of his big soft hands on your shoulder in a tender sign of affection, “I’d miss you. I really like you Heaven. You’re good for Arthur. You know when he goes back home after work it’s because he really wants to. Because he misses you so deeply he physically aches. Plus, I really love spending time with you,” He rubbed his nose with the back of his free hand in a nervous reflex, his handsome eyes fleeing yours, “And I’m deeply sorry for my wife’s behavior.”

“Ah,” You waved the topic off, “That’s okay,”

“ Oi! That makes more room for me eh!” He blurted out, an irritating yet adorable playful grin plastered on his face.

“Oh Gosh, what an idiot you are!” You slapped him behind the head, which made him laugh even more, “you have such a punchable face!”

“That’s what my brothers always say, little angel. Find a better roast next time.”

“What do we always say, dumbass?” A hoarse voice asked. Two strong and large hands grabbed you by the waist. Arthur had left the women, who had a heated discussion about politics, for he grew already frustrated not to be with you. His familiar perfume made all your muscles relax as if your instinct linked his presence with undeniable safety — which was the case. To be true, Arthur was not only loving, he was clingy. Adorably clingy. From the day you met — to probably the day death do you part— he constantly felt a deep-rooted need to touch you. On the one hand, he wanted your attention, on the other, he could not get enough of your affection. You let out a soft and amused snort, and you raised one arm to slip your hand in his hair. You almost hear him purr at your touch, his lips against your ear.

“His face is punchable, don’t you think so?”

“Fook yes, it is! It really is.”

“Two against me?! Now who’s the one cheat—“ John could not finish his sentence for he was cut off by the children’s screams. The three of you rushed to the small pack as one to check what had just happened.

When you reached their level, you saw all the children encircling something, their heads down and their eyes looking at one specific spot somewhere in the grass.

“The hell’s wrong with ya kiddos? Ain’t no reason to scream like that!” Arthur complained, his gravel voice tainted with fading worries now that he realized all the kids were safe and sound.

“The bird! It’s the bird, uncle Arthur!” Cried a little boy.

“Dad, dad! What’s wrong with the bird?” Katie asked.

When you came closer, you realized that the children were circling the same bird that had landed on the birdhouse fifteen minutes ago. The poor creature was laying in a bed of green grass, as petrified as a statue. Its small beady eyes were glassy, utterly lifeless. It did not take more than one second for you to understand that it was probably dead.

“That bird’s bloody dead.” Arthur stated. Maybe tactfulness was not his best quality.

“What?! Is it?!” The children spoke as one. A terrified expression veiled their round faces at their uncle’s harsh words.

“Good job Arthur.” John replied, visibly annoyed by the situation.

A soft breeze made the bird’s pale feathers dance in front of your eyes. How come this creature, which was joyfully whistling not so long ago, had stopped living all of sudden? The futility of life would never cease to amaze you… The fact remains that you had to do something, whether it was for John’s children or for the animal itself. Without the slightest word, you kneeled in the grass. Its comforting caress on your skin sent a shiver down your spine and reminded you how you loved taking naps in the forest when you were a kid, back in France. You forced your mind to focus on your task and finally cupped the bird’s body in your cold hands.

“Don’t touch it, love.” Arthur told you. The gravel in his voice was coated with softness and care: he did not want you to catch a disease or something.

“It’s alright.” You answered, absentminded, before standing up on your feet. Your brows slightly furrowed as you observed the dead creature in your hands. There was something about dead birds — something in the way their small black eyes were always wide open as if they had frozen at the sight of Death’s face right before it struck them with its lethal kiss.

Arthur, as well as the rest of the Shelby family, looked at you in confusion. They did not comprehend what you wanted to do with the corpse. You took a quick glance at John’s children and offered them a soft smile, then you looked back at the bird, “You know,” you started, your voice sweet and enchanting, “my mom used to tell me that some birds only have one love during their life,” Your words stirred up curiosity among the young ones, whose faces turned from fear to vivid interest, “they can die from a broken heart. Just like some humans.”

“This is sad. I don’t want the bird to have a broken heart.” One little boy with feckless said.

“It’s true. That’s a sad fact. But … If you give it a bit of love and a lot of hope…” Pausing your sentence, you closed your eyes for one short moment and exhaled loudly. Doing so, you raised your arms with closed hands facing the clear blue sky, “Maybe you can repair what has been broken.” And as you concluded, your sweet words and soft voice hypnotizing your audience, you opened your hands: against all odds and natural laws, the white bird twitched and, all of sudden, flew away in panic as the witching hour struck. White feathers lazily spin to the ground, carried away by the wind and the melody of flapping wings. A peaceful grin grazed your full lips at such a magnificent sound, “See?” You finally said, reopening your Bambi lashes and turning towards the mesmerized kids that were now cheering. However, that dazzling smile of yours quickly faded away at the sight of Esme, Polly, and Ada’s bewildered faces — they had witnessed everything.

“What the bloody hell was that?” John’s voice was merely a whisper. You had resurrected a damn bird. In front of them. No trick, no ruse. You had brought a fucking bird back to fucking life.

You looked at Arthur with a tint of anxiety in your eyes, not understanding if you did something wrong, but all he did was stare at the bird’s silhouette up in the sky with his cold blue eyes.

“Fookin’ hell…”

He could not believe it either.

When Esme had grabbed her children, panic on her face, and left the house slamming the car’s door, you had felt utterly disappointed in yourself. Here we go, you thought, they are all going to hate me. And Arthur’s going to leave. You thought, still standing in the alley with your eyes fixed upon the horizon where she had disappeared. The horror with which she had looked at you was haunting you — were you that monstrous? You blinked and remembered you were not alone. John, Ada, Polly, and Arthur were still there, probably ready to flee too. Your heart ached at the thought, to the point you did not dare move for fear of facing them.

“Angel.” Arthur’s voice called with such a soft and delicate tone no one would have recognized it. You finally turned around slowly, jaw clenched and eyes looking at your feet.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Arthur.” That was all you could say, apologies falling from your quivering lips each time you would part then to speak.

“Hey. Stop that.” He said, a bit more strictly, yet he gently cupped your face with his two rough hands at the same time. The sensation of his warm skin against yours managed to bring back peace in your tormented soul.

“Don’t mind her — Yer fucking perfect. Yes, you are, and I don’t want ya to think you’re not.”

“I should not have done that. Maybe that wasn’t what you thought, maybe the bird was just playing dead and…”

“I love ya and I’m not gonna leave if that’s what yer scared of. That’s okay, love.” He said, pressing his forehead against yours in that so specific habit of his, “Just don't cry please, I hate to see you cry.” Lavishing you with sweetness, Arthur left little reassuring pecks on your lips for it was the only thing he could do to keep the tears away from your eyes.

How much he hated to see you in pain. It made him want to bend the skies and raise hell. Made him want to destroy everything that had hurt you.

Fortunately for him, your hard heart did not let you shred a single tear. You felt wounded and frustrated, simple as that.

“Don’t worry, Mon amour.” You finally say, taking a deep breath. You were about to give him a little smile, eyes lost in Arthur’s blue iris when Polly literally pushed him away from you with quite a surprising strength. She had snatched your man from your arms with such fierceness that you stood still, eyes wide open, unable to move.

“HELL, POL’! BLOODY FOOKIN’ FAMILY!” Now he was yelling — roaring like a wounded and enraged lion.

“Shut up Arthur!” She snapped back without looking at him, before grabbing your shoulders with her two frail hands. You were once again astounded by her strength now that she was holding you firmly.

At such a sight, Arthur’s protective instincts kicked in. He was about to place himself in front of you to face Polly Gray, within an inch of tackling his own Aunt, when John and Ada grasped each one of his arms to hold him back.

“You have brought it to life, haven’t you?” She questioned, her brows slightly furrowed and her brown eyes trying to probe the meanders of your soul. It was more than enough for you, who came to the edge of your patience. You exhaled slowly and swallowed.

“Why do you want to know? Gonna hang me high? Gonna burn me?!”

“DON’T TOUCH HER!” Arthur roared in the background.

“You did it!” She blurted out.

You did not reply, rather leaving her to draw her own conclusions.

“You did it.” She repeated with a surprisingly softer voice.

And everything changed.

Her face. The spark in her eyes. Her whole attitude. Polly’s hands loosened their grip but remain on your shoulders. The coldness of her face melted in a brief proud smile, whose rarity rendered it even more inestimable. Polly’s mouth opened to say something but it took a little while, for she was still trying to find the right words. And when she did, she said something to you in Romani. Something you could not understand, even though the tone of this unknown language sounded beautifully in your ears. The meaning behind her words remained a mystery — all you knew was that what she said had surprised Arthur and John, who were both now looking at their Aunt with lips slightly opened. Confused, your gaze shifted to Ada — and contrary to her brothers, a magnificent smile was adorning her face.

Polly gave your shoulders a last gentle squeeze before releasing you from her embrace and pointing Arthur out.

“You better keep this one.” She simply stated, then she headed back to the garden.

You blinked, still utterly confused by Polly’s behavior, “what did she say?” You turned to the three Shelby siblings but especially asked Arthur. However, he struggled to produce a proper answer. He opened his mouth but Ada cut him off right before he could speak.

“Miracle.” She stated.

“She said you’re a miracle.”

Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

Each chapter of this series can be read as stand-alones but I advise you to read everything if you want a better understanding of details.

Tagging those who might be interested: @areyenotfondofmelobster @meowtastick @babayaga67 @sired-to-hybrid @shelbyssins (tagging u honey because it’s bby Arthur)

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The (Almost) Capable Woman

TW: mature and sexual content. Minors don’t interact. Mentions of three people. Professor Riddle X ocreader (Amaya) X oc(Jackson) 🔞

Amaya and Jackson are mine. Thank you 😊

Author notes: I wrote this while putting my kid to sleep. So I’m sorry if it seems off. Also they are all adults in this time. I absolutely love how this went. Even though I made Amaya seem like a whore. But I swear in actuality, she is a loyal one type gal. I wish to roleplay her again.

Amaya wasn’t capable of many things.

Like simple equations or how to act well around others without slipping a few mumbled curses under bated breath. No. She couldn’t even hold a broom properly. Each slip up and she would fall. Or the fact that her history of magic was as bad as Professor Binns. Even though he would go on for hours. Poor girl and how she now became a herbology professor for Hogwarts. At least she had her friend, Jackson who aided her during their school days. Now that he was a top Auror. How kind and gentle he was to her. The way he offered to take her to the Hogsmeade fall festival dance if no one else would. The way her fingers slip so easily and delicately into his hands. Or how a pair of unwanted eyes gazed at her from afar. Seething and wishing to take her as his own. Professor Riddle was quite the character. Either you catch him on his good days or bad days. And the fact he aided her on her defense spells was a phenomenal achievement. Behind closed doors that is. Those private lessons paid off once she won her first duel. And he stood in the corner cheering her silently with a fist almost torn off by his teeth.

Oh how quite the character..

Now it was a matter of time when Professor Slughorn decided to have one of his annual dinners. The old man would talk on for hours and boast about how Tom Riddle was his prized student. And now had her friend, Jackson being the star pupil. How Jackson smiled with pride as she complimented him on his achievements. And Professor Riddle would clench his fork in his hand to the point it almost bent out of shape.

“Excuse me for a moment.” Amaya said softly, placing her napkin onto the side of the table of her now empty plate. Only for both Jackson and Professor Riddle to not hesitate for even a moment. To stand from their seats, the table shifting abruptly. As they wished Amaya a good night. She wasn’t even out of her seat yet when they suddenly stood. Or how oblivious she was to how smitten or head over heels they were for her.

How one wishes to taste her skin while the other wished to have her themselves. And that’s when she realized. She was capable of something.

As she stood in the empty dark classroom. Sitting on top of a desk. Her leg over one man’s shoulder, Jackson on his knees. Letting his lips brush along her inner thigh. While Tom was behind her, his hands touching her sides like she was just a canvas needing to be painted. His lips grazing across her neck. She had the power. She had full control over them. And she was enjoying every minute of it.

#hogwarts oc #hogwarts #professor riddle #tom riddle is daddy #tom riddle #tom riddle x oc #original character #hogwarts witchcraft

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inkbone-phalanges · 7 months

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Welcome to my blog!

Most of my posts will be OCreader/canon, I may do some canon/canon here and there but a large majority of my work is around my almost-self-insert original character. I will be posting my most recent works and thoughts first but will scatter some older works through out to give an idea of my writing style and progress.

Currently I'm hyperfixated on One Piece, specifically Buggy, but I still have thoughts on other fandoms I was in (Overwatch, TF2, Good Omens, etc). My One Piece knowledge mostly comes from my girlfriend and Tumblr, let me know if I get anything wrong and I'll try my best to fix it.

If this blog gets enough attention, I'll post an explanation of the OC being used. At the moment, I worry about his reception online. I have gone through the Mary Sue Cycle (Make cringe OC -> Regret cringe and backpedal -> Embrace cringe and increase) so he may come across as overpowered, because he is.

I want to get back into writing. I want to improve a bit. I want to produce the fics I can't seem to find. At first, they'll obviously be really personal, but I will try my hand at /reader stuff and requests later. I will almost exclusively write for male/gender neutral readers because that is what I am comfortable with as a transmasc person.

I hope you enjoy!

#Inkbone Phalanges #Not Fic #Authors Note

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masa-yuume · 5 years

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Past of the Seraph [Owari no Seraph x Oc Reader] (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/7UuhmffxMX Yukari is a child who ran away from her home when she was little with her older brother Yuuta and her little sister Yui, they meet with a strange man dressed in black who offered them a home at the Hyakuya Orphanage where they meet Yūichirō, Mikaela and Akame along with the other children of the orphanage. When the world turns to ruins and is almost fully taken over by vampires, Yukari and her family is found in a bind where they are treated as livestock by the vampires. Follow Yukari on her adventure of trying to save the world, read more to find out.

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thecometseries · 7 years

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MASTERLIST

Imagine Being Derek’s Best Friend and getting attacked and bitten instead of Paige.Imagine Being Derek’s Best Friend and getting attacked and bitten instead of Paige.Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow X Reader

The Girl In The Woods: A young Jon Snow got lost in the woods went he meets a girl name, Amara (Reader). She gave him her necklace for him to remember her and maybe someday they would be reunited. Years pass by and the two reunited again.

Prologue

Robb Stark

Imagine Being Robert Baratheon Eldest Daughter And Marriage Robb Stark

Gendry Waters

Imagine Being The Oldest Stark Daughter And Traveling With The Hound And Arya And Falling In love With Gendry

Reunited

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Stories

Not Afraid To Love Anymore MasterList

Imagines

Imagine dating Derek and not realizing that you’re pregnant until Derek discover a heartbeat.

Imagine Being Stiles older sister and finding out you’re Derek’s mate.

Imagine Going on a vacation with Derek

Imagine Being Derek’s Best Friend and getting attacked and bitten instead of Paige.

The Comet Series MasterList

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Imagine being the only person who Bucky feels like a human being went he’s with you.

Dear Bucky Masterlist

#teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #jon snow x reader #derek hale imagine #derek hale x reader #fanfic #ocreader #robb stark x reader #robb stark imagine

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enjolrasgirl · 5 years

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Lewis Capaldi Imagie Requests Open

I’ve decided to start writing some imagines about this angel!

If you’ve got an Lewis Capaldi imagine requests then please let me know.

I may put out a prompt list soon for ideas and maybe a list of other people I’ll write for!

#lewis capaldi music #lewis capaldi someone you loved #lewis capaldi bruises #lewis capaldi scene #lewis capaldi fluff #lewis capaldi x reader #lewis x reader #lewis #capaldi #lewis capaldi imagine #lewis capaldi #lewis capdi x og #lewis capaldi x ogreader #lewis capaldi x ocreader #lewis capaldi ocreader #british singer #scottish singer #imagine

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chachadelight · 3 years

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I Hate You

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Pairing: Druig x Fem!OCReader

Summary: Hate was a strong word, but the pair of you were sure it’s what you felt for each other. Two intense characters battling against each other in a never-ending tirade; a fight to see who was smarter, faster, stronger. Constantly trying to outdo the other but always ending in nothing but annoyance and dread. Was this hate or was this something else?

You and Druig were made to butt heads. Ever since the pair of you left the Domo onto Earth there was nothing but sarcasm, annoyance and crudeness. The other Eternals could barely stand to be around you two. Were the pair of you meant to be enemies as you served Arishem or was there more to it. Was the tension you felt something entirely different?

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Slow burn enemies to lovers and back to enemies then back to lovers, Eventual Smut and a lot of it lmao, cannon level violence, asshole Druig, cocky reader, MINORS DNI, won’t use any specified name for oc just ___, multiple part fic

WORD COUNT: 2.1k (Will probably write them longer in the future)

A/N: So, I haven’t written fanfiction for a good few years so be easy on me; I’ve been in love with MARVEL for a long time and have been meaning to write for my favs and now here I am. Convinced myself to write a fic with Druig since like everyone else on here I instantly fell for this bitch after Eternals. I was inspired by a lot of the fics I read but could never find one that really tickled my pickle. So here I am with this piece of trash I’ve been concocting in my dreams. Also, who doesn’t love a good enemy to lovers especially with stoic bitches like Druig, Bucky an Loki?

Reader is based mostly on the OC I envisioned. I will mention some descriptive qualities, but the rest is up to you. OC’s powers are based off Sirens. She regains her strength from the ocean or sea. When wet her skin is slightly covered in scales and can manipulate water. Has similar abilities to Druig in which she can mind control men or women with her voice. Also has the ability to manipulate water to form a trident to use as a weapon but she must have a water source to do so. Remaining away from water for too long essentially weakens her. The usual watery goodness, can call to the fish to bring closer for humans to catch and eat.

PART 1: At first there was light

You remember mostly nothing; simply waking up and peering down at your hands. The light was soft, dim and your mind was at peace. You also remember one other thing, locking eyes with a pair of blue ones. You simply smiled softly and nodded in a greeting, noting the nine other fellow Eternals aboard the Domo. But he, he was the one who caught your eye the most. Especially when he didn’t hesitate to smile back, immediately finding a spot next to you as the pair of you gazed out the window and into the starry abyss.

“Druig...” He hummed softly, a nod in your direction to pair with his greeting.

“___” You couldn’t help but smile back, unable to stop looking into his piercing gaze. “What were you brought here for?”

Before he could reply his eyes begun to glow a soft gold, the smile permanent on his lips. As quick as they started to glow, they disappeared, leaving you furrowing your brow with confusion.

“It wouldn’t work on you but...” He paused; his accent thick in the air around you. “To control them--- the humans. Make them do or believe what I want them to”.

“--- Need them to”. You added.

“Yes...need them to”. He chuckled softly, his eyes turning back to the window to the outside. “And you... ___?” Your name sounds lovely on his tongue, almost like it was made for him to say.

“Well,”. You grinned as you scanned the room for a moment before turning back to Druig, the view of Earth now clearer than ever. You pointed forwards, your grin widening. “See all that blue...I’ll need some of that to show you”.

Druig looked at you and quirked his brow before nodding his head in understanding. “Oh, and I also can make others do what I want”.

The male gave you a double take, his brows immediately furrowing, and you simply continued to peer out towards the young Earth, a grin on your features.

BABYLON 564 BC

“Do you mind pointing that in the other direction!?” You could hear Druig’s annoyed tone from the distance, but you only focused on the geyser of water you had been controlling in

front of you, streams and swirls of gold rushing through the rushes of water that glided through the air. You simply smirked and scoffed at his annoyance as you swung your arms in the direction of the deviant bounding its way towards Kingo. It struck the beast directly into the side, sending it shrieking through the remaining rubble that was left over from a destroyed structure.

With the deviant now somewhat stunned, Kingo had enough to charge up his surge of energy and with one quick blast there was a gaping hole in the side of the creature left where the heart should have been.

“Nice one Kingo!” You beamed up at your fellow Eternal, shooting a hand in the air to direct a finger gun to him.

He grinned, smugly shrugging his shoulders as if it were no big deal. “You too ___”.

“Yeah yeah nice one ___, think you could master the art of air manipulation while you’re at it and dry me off?” A wet and unhappy Druig appeared at your side, his brown hair soppy and wet, sticking to his features.

You quirked a brow at him and reached for a small dagger that was strapped to your thigh, the brown-haired male looked at you in confusion and before you could say anything you swung the dagger past his face, a grin on your face as you saw the pure shock in his eyes.

Another deviant could be heard shrieking, and as he looked behind, he noticed the creature reeling back only for a moment that gave him time to grab a hold of its curled horn, swinging himself in the opposite directing to get out of its line of sight.

“How about you stay out of the fight Druig, so we don’t have to scrap your remains out of the dirt?” You snarked back, a growl forming through fanged teeth. You quickly sprinted out of the way as well, watching as you saw Thena bound out of nowhere, leaping through the air with a loud cry, landing on the back of the deviant as she plunged a golden sword in the back of its head.

You watched carefully; your brow furrowed as your hair stuck to the wetness on your forehead.

He also watched, he always watched you. Especially you. He hated it; he didn’t know why he did it but he could never keep his eyes off you. His heart beat a million miles per hour, every inch of him shaking with worry that a deviant will one day tear its way into you. With how reckless you can be the possibility of it happening seems to grow bigger every time you fight with the Eternals. You were strong, but you were also cocky, hard-headed. Often underestimating the difficulty of the situation. Constantly berating him and showing off, getting yourself hurt at any opportunity. He hated you for it.

And here you were, crouched on the sandy ground, your hair stuck to your face. The wetness had clearly brought your scales on display, the soft blue and purple glimmering on the shine of the sun. It was beautiful, you were beautiful. Determined eyes locked on Thena

as she growled; the beast clearly wasn’t finished off with her blow, shrieking and bellowing, bucking harshly and leaving it almost impossible for Thena to hang on. The other Eternals had their focus on a couple more remaining deviants, the sound of Ikaris’s beams shooting through debris and flesh ringing loudly,

It was clear she wouldn’t be able to for much longer, the deviant bounding towards another set of small huts by the water. Druig peered at you again, another growl and huff leaving your lips as you sprinted towards Thena and the deviant.

Typical he thought to himself; there you go again putting yourself in danger.

You skid to a sudden stop, calf deep in the water below you. “___!” Thena called out to you and your determination was stronger than ever. You circled one arm, and another followed, fingers curling and moving swiftly as gold strands floated through streams of water. Within seconds a trident formed in between your hands, a mix of flowing water and beaming jets of gold.

Without a second thought you leaped into the air, another geyser of water providing you with a boost as he pulled back the trident in your hand. Swiftly bringing the weapon down with a hiss you plunged it deep into the deviant’s head.

It took only moments for the beast to fall, collapsing on its side as both you and Thena landed gracefully on the ground beside it. Your breaths heavy in your chests, each taking a moment to look at the deviant on the ground before looking at each other, smiled forming as Thena wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“What would I do without you ___?” You smiled at her, shaking your head to dismiss what she said. You all knew Thena would do absolutely fine on her own. She was one of the strongest out of all of you.

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By the end of the battle, you and all the Eternals were celebrated thoroughly; the humans rejoiced as music and the sound of laughter pounded through the streets. Ajak had healed the last of your wounds, not noticing the giant cut you had on the side of your thigh, the crimson almost invisible against the black of your armour.

“You must be more careful ___” Ajak spoke softly as the glow of her hand subsided, and the gash had disappeared to nothing.

You chuckled softly and leaned back into the lounge you had found yourself laying on. “You always say that Ajak”.

Everyone was happy, at peace. Not a care in the world as now the deviants were gone. For now, at least. For now, you could all enjoy the entertainment.

You were accompanied by Makkari at the lounge by this time, the two of your laughing and enjoying a cup of wine some of the humans had brought for you all. Watching intently as Sprite showed the human villagers her usual display of fantastical illusions. All was well...

All was well until he appeared out of nowhere.

“So ____, couldn’t find yourself a human male to sing song your way into bed with you tonight?” There he was, smug little grin on his face, blue eyes boring into you and you glared right back.

Makkari’s eyes widened as she awkwardly sipped her wine, briefly glancing between you two in silence.

You squinted your eyes at him for a moment before letting out a scoff; you weren’t one to let get to you so easily. For years now he was hell bent on making you miserable, taking every moment to press any button you had to make you mad. “Unlike you Druig, I don’t need to mind control someone to come to bed with me”.

The male laughed inwardly, turning slightly so he could lean his head back against the stone wall. Eyes still trained on you, those damn eyes. Those damn, beautiful eyes.

He couldn’t help but notice the way you had laid yourself against the lounge. Sprawled out without a care in the world. Your body on full display as your armour hugged every curve so perfectly. Your hair loose, framing your face, beautiful braids with small blue beads twisted inside them at the sides, done up by some of the children from the village. Just lying there as if you didn’t almost die, as if you didn’t just have a huge gash on your thigh just moments before. He couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t stand to see you so blissful when you had put yourself in harm’s way not so long ago.

“No no you’re right; I’m sure you’ve probably slept with every man here. Wouldn’t be surprised if you also had a little taste of Ikaris too”.

You were almost not listening at this point. Almost. But when he spoke that last line you immediately stopped sipping your wine and Makkari was quick to stand from her spot, beelining her way away from the pair of you.

“What did you say?”

“What? I think it’s pretty obvious you’d sleep with Ikaris. Hunky, macho...doesn’t matter Sersi loves him, right? A man is a ma-“Before he could even get the last word out you were on him, forearm pressed right up against the base of his neck, pressing him harshly into the stone wall.

In seconds everyone’s eyes were trained on the two of you. Including the Eternals; for now, they remained quiet. Not wanting to get between you and Druig, knowing just how heated you could get around each other.

“If for a moment you think I am some bottom of the barrel whore you are sorely mistaken Druig”. You growled through gritted teeth, your fangs beginning to show as you tried to boil down the fury growing inside you. “What makes you say such things huh? Would you be jealous if I did? If I fucked Ikaris?”

Druig’s smile quickly dropped from his face, his gaze never leaving yours as your push tightened against his chest. “Don’t be stupid ___. Why would I be jealous? How could I be? You heard the stories the humans made up about you. The seductress of the sea, luring men to their death, their demise. All you do hurt yourself and others”. His tone was low, cold. The emotion in his eyes non-existent as the words that flowed from his mouth were laced with hostility. Your heart twinged with something; was it pain? No... it couldn’t be. It was hatred, anger. It had to be.

With a vicious snarl, your face contorted into that of a watery beast. Your skin turning a pale blue as your eyes went completely black. Human teeth quickly being replaced with pointed, shark like teeth, gills appearing at the side of your neck. You brought your free hand back, nails now long and pointed as you swung it forward.

With a loud crack your fist landed against the concrete right next to Druig’s head, The stone beneath your feast crumbling to pieces.

“I hate you Druig”. Your face was now back to normal, the beastly version of you gone in an instant. You harshly pulled your arm from his neck, not wasting another moment to look at him as you turned and walked away.

The man stood there, silent and still. His hands were curled into fists as he peered around the room, meeting the gazes of the Eternals. Sersi with her brows furrowed with worry, Ikaris with anger in his eyes, Ajak with disappointment and the rest with shock and confusion. Druig huffed and swiftly followed suit, disappearing into the halls and away from you and the others.

#marvel #druig #the eternals #marvel eternals #druig fanfic #druig x you #druig x reader #druig imagine #druig angst #druig eternals #druig fanfiction #druig x oc

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twdeadfanfic · 4 years

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Do I try to write the angsty break Daryl that I always talked about and never wrote fic now that I feel like shit or do I drink a lavender tea and chill?

I have a fic idea (I've had for a long while) but I'm not sure I can write Daryl anymore. Hell, I'm not even sure I can re-watch the show anymore. I feel too bad.

So. I feel sick, like I've been stabbed, I feel brokenhearted. I can't breathe properly.

I don't hate Daryl. It'd be easier if I did. There's nothing to hate him for in this mess, we'll yes, one thing. But nothing else.

Nonetheless, I want to make him suffer. I want to make him feel as bad as I am. I want to break him. Because I can. Because I feel broken. I've never written this idea because I couldn't get myself to make Daryl suffer like this fic planned. But shit, maybe I'll do. When I’m sad like this, I’m chaos and I just want to destroy, when I’m sad like this, I know I can’t have anyone or anything I love near because I’ll do my best to drestoy it, and yet I do it anyway. And right now I’m sad enough to feel like destroying.

Plotting under read more

I posted years ago a fic called “Sad love life” which you can find in my masterlist. In it, Daryl and Reader told each other their sad love stories of their lifes. I’ve been wanting to write a couple of the stories that Daryl tells for a long while.

I want to write the one, if you hadn’t read that fic I’ll summarize. Daryl was young (I’m going with early twenties just to make him legal XD), and Merle is a drug dealer with the business going pretty strong at town, and so he always has girls around because of that.

And one of them starts trying to talk to Daryl and eventually to flirt with him, and yes, you know he’s going to freak out and snap and all that baby Daryl things. But she keeps doing it and being all nice to him, and seeming genuine and so Daryl end ups believing she does like him and they get together, (maybe just shagging at first, I haven’t make my mind) but turns into an actual relationship.

But if you have read “Sad love life” you know it’s not true, that girl was only playing Daryl and using him, to make him he trust her and he get attached to her, to then make him get her drugs from Merle. And when at some point Merle finds out that Daryl has been stealing from him, yeah, you can imagine the fight...and when the girl finds out that Daryl can’t get her drugs anymore, she walks away from him and goes for the next.

That is, that’s the story he tells in “Sad love life”.

Now. I may not leave it like that. Even if I want to destroy, I feel like shit. My heart is broken. But part of me can’t do that to Daryl and leave it like that, without any gesture of true love, even in my angstiest fics.

So I’m thinking about throwing in an oc or reader if you all wish (It’d be Daryl’s pov in third person anyway) who was maybe Daryl’s friend, or at least they know each other, since years, and who cares for him (yes, okay, she got a crush on him), and who knows that girl is playing something and tries to warn Daryl with no results (I don’t know you but when I like someone I’m brainless and my friends warned me and I just walked away from them and got myself into...I’m gong to say a mess, so I’m making Daryl the same, and considering the spoilers it might be the most in character I’ve writen), and then once he’s dumped, ocreader will be there to confort him. Not confort him in like “It’s okay I’ll fuck you now”, no, in a friend trying hard not to tell you I told you so but going back to take care of you way. If it ends up developing in something romantic, I’m okay with that.

So. What you think.

Do you want to read this? Otherwise I’ll write it just for myself, like without trying to make it more enjoyable to read (aka grammar) and crafting a plot and that.

If you want to read...do you want me to just have Daryl being broken? Do you want to step between him and my rage and throw him the ocreader?

Do I chill and just get over the heartbreak like a normal human being without writing shit?

#man...I feel like Taylow Swift

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i-am-vita · 7 months

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The Phantom Pirates

Not my brain expanding into my OcReader Lore just because.

Based on my first OPLA older menxfemreader headcanons and more elaborate here.

👉 Main Masterlist, Oc Ghost Rose Masterlist

Mysterious crew of thieves and intel dealers. They are a legend even among pirates. Nobody can find them unless they want to.

Duke Shostakovich Eriksson (aka the Phantom Captain)

Last earl of a noble family, sailed away in his youth to discover the secrets of the world. Became besties with Gold Roger in their youth and was his main informant.

Two Hakis bearer and secret Devil Fruit user. Miru Miru Fruit. Has the ability to create illusions, change his and other things’ appearances. And his secret for his swift sailings. He can disguise or hide things as big as a fleet to cross through every territory, even the Calm Belts. An illusion of his can last until 48 hours when the object or person is at a far distance from him.

There had been only one sight of the Phantom Captain by the Government 20-something years ago, and they just got the image of a dark figure with a cape and white mask, hence his current surprisingly low bounty of 150.000.000 for a man of his reputation, the rest are rumors. He chooses his acquaintances carefully and knows none of them would betray him or sell him out.

As the Phantom Captain, it's rumored he's the only one who had sailed the entire of the Grand Line, aside from Gold Roger, and knew the location of the One Piece but truthfully, that's the only secret Roger kept from him. And Eriksson respected the old troll's last wish of letting it be.

After Roger's execution, Eriksson claimed his forgotten title and an island of the Grand Line as his dukedom to establish a very legal trading business.

He totally refused to deal with weapons or slavery which gained him the disdain of many who long to discover his secret trading routes to sail through the Blues and the Grand Line, even the New World, so fast and without losses.

Hates to be considered a pirate but since he uses his alter ego to have deals with the Revolutionaries and pirates of his liking, it was inevitable to be targeted by the Government as such.

Mostly neutral, doesn't have any open alliance with any world power, aside from being a noble. If he likes someone, he will help them by giving information or stealing it.

He knows a change is necessary in the world and has been preparing for it.

Duchess Shostakovich Christina

Eriksson's wife and original Phantom Captain. Eriksson sailed away with her in their youth as her First Officer to pursue the world's secrets.

All Hakis bearer. That one sighting of the Phantom Captain? It was her, disguised. Had a brief but intense encounter with an Admiral and came out with severe burns in half of her body, disabling her from keep sailing.

Currently manages the affairs of their dukedom while her husband keeps her pirate legacy.

Ghost Rose (aka You)

First Officer of the Phantom Pirates until 8 years ago. Expert infiltrator and knife wielder. Two Hakis user. May be one of the fastest persons in the world without being a Devil Fruit User.

Got your alias 11-ish years ago, after an infiltration for information in a Marine Base gone wrong at the last minute. You decided to be the bait while your crewmates escaped with the intel. You managed to lure your pursuers enough time and almost unseen, but left behind one of your knives with rose carvings. Got you a bounty quite high of 80.000.000 for a first and only sight of you, earning you the title of Ghost Rose.

It was after the sudden and suspicious demise of your family that you went into hiding in the East Blue with your little niece.

Earl Shostakovich Raoul

Son of Eriksson and Christina. Expert in deviations and navigator. At first, he didn't feel a proper earl for his parents' legacy, prefering to let you take the place of First Officer. But after some years, and a lot of coaching from you, he gained confidence in himself as a leader and was ready to take the mantle as his father's second when you had to go into hiding with your niece.

Meg

Crewmember expert in deviations. Talented brewer and perfumer.

Carlotta

Crewmember expert in infiltration and disguises.

#one piece #one piece live action #x reader #opla #one piece original character #one piece oc #opla x reader

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gusgus48 · 6 years

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Celeb Ideas

Reality AU (Celebs stories)

Reality AU idea (Favorite Actor searches for you, his biggest fan, loves your fanfics of his characters) - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/169383294968/reality-au-idea-you-wrote-fan-fiction-about-your

Your favorite actor secretly loves the fics you’ve written about them. You are granted a choice from a genie, being able to meet the actor – but they get to read everything you’ve written about them, or have an enchanted lollipop that never looses its flavor. You obviously pick the lollipop at your fear of them knowing what you’ve written. Not knowing the actor is already in search of the mystery author. — ridiculous idea —

Aiden Turner idea - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/172948497353/aiden-turner-idea

Babysitting your niece becomes more difficult when she sprints off. But the man she ran into makes it more difficult as she shared your love for him and invited him along to the zoo with you. – ridiculous I know. —

Celeb idea - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/172983673563/celeb-idea-meeting-your-fave-celeb-the-next-week

Meet a celeb one day and soon after you run into them at a wedding you’re performing at as well as filling in as maid of honor. - Tom H requested

No Smoking - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/174408171023/no-smoking

A celeb tries to pick you up, normally you would say yes but a certain habit of theirs turns you away.

Celeb idea - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/173584231808/celeb-idea

A celeb sees you pass ‘your number’ off to a stranger who wouldn’t leave you alone, they check on you to see why.

RA/TH Dreams - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/174638572088/dreams

Random dreams I had, might never get turned into anything.

Sorry - random celeb/character -https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/176156739858/ocreader-meets-character-in-the-hall-of-their

Meeting a celeb in the hall of your shared apartment. The first thing you ever say to them is sorry. – needs fill in details of why they are sorry.

Shoelaces - Chris Evans - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/176509104988/shoelaces

Working and bonding with Chris Evans in marvel movies as female version of Capt. America.

Secretary - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/178225405428/secretary

Being a secretary/assistant on a film/show, being asked to play the character written off of you and your habits when no one else could do it. The lead notices you and starts to fall hard and fast.

Going away - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/178478906558/going-away

Another dream of mine, might not ever get turned into anything.

Spare Room - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/179958493053/spare-room-idea

A celeb gets stranded and possibly stuck spending the holiday with you and your family. But when your ex shows up you get bumped straight into the celeb’s lap.

Actor Idea - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/175092929774/actor-idea

You meet an actor on the set of their new film. They get close to you to learn more about their character’s world only to grow more jealous as they see you have clearly fallen for someone. They are headed back home (either for a break or at end of filming) when they spot your gift realizing it was them.

Support Idea - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/175506249108/support-idea

You got some good news and without anyone to share it with you bribe the person seemingly sharing your daily transit habits to pretend to care. Turns out they have quite a lot of practice at pretending.

Random Celeb Idea - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/180745557198/random-celeb-idea

Flirting with a celeb you see a few times each day.

Baby Cupid Idea - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/181543596723/baby-cupid-idea

Babysitting goes a bit sideways when you meet a certain actor. Bad habits are learned and the celeb jumps in to help you fix it.

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X Richard A

Uber Driver - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/177362446823/being-mistaken-for-an-uber-driver-after-your

Your relative borrows your car and since then you’ve been mistaken as an uber driver. But after you are flagged down Richard’s agent hires you to be his personal driver during his stay in the country. Bonding ensues.

Fumbles Idea - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/178083134708/fumbles-idea

Every time he runs into you he manages to embarrass himself. - Requested

The Borrower - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/181316030608/the-borrower-idea

Buying the clothes of the actors on the set you work on and you get teased for.

…

X Tom H

Tom H Random - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/172957087183/tom-h-random

Out doing errands your nephew draws the attention of your favorite actor, who soon finds himself tagging along with you through your day.

Tom hid. Disneyland idea - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/173189814478/tom-hid-disneyland-idea

Meting Tom then shortly after when they are escorting their niece to Disneyworld guess who is dressed up as the princess his niece is obsessed with.

Tom H piggyback - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/174752414128/being-an-extrasmall-part-character-on-one-of-tom

Being on the set with Tom and not being able to see over the giants around you leading to his adorable way of helping.

Tom H Competition - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/174752602188/kinda-have-an-idea-about-winning-a-competition-to

Your Cousin wins you a chance to meet Tom, marvel cast group meet n greet outing, possibly a marvel exhibit about their characters. He gets called away for some tasks and you end up having to leave due to a family emergency. He returns and dips full scale into a panic that no one has your contact information. A hushed comment leads to the cast flocking around the guide you seemed to get cozy with in hopes of getting your contact info.

...

Possible series

Tom H/Aiden Turner Romance/Luke Evans roomate idea - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/170075532278/thought-a-new-story-not-gonna-write-it-out-for-a

Finding out your fiancé is already married you leave that life behind and focus on your new job, meeting a new friend along the way, Luke Evans. You bond and one of your crushes becomes known to him and he tries to nudge you both closer unnoticed.

LP/RA possible - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/173187587308/lpra-possible-random-and-might-not-get-filed-in

Lee Pace and Richard Armitage get a bit excited at a cast panel with their new on screen love interest and end up breaking her chair. Through the panel they insist on sharing, blushing and flirting ensues. - Requested

In Progress

Extra on the Hobbit - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/169317661803/extra-on-the-hobbit

Idea in Progress for series already. Snippets of OC getting to know and bonding with Hobbit cast.

Tom H Best Friend’s Sister - https://gusgus48.tumblr.com/post/174818611173/tom-h-falling-for-his-best-friends-little-sister

Idea in process of being written for another series idea. Tom falling for his best friend’s Sister.

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littlegoldboat · 7 years

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Need catharsis? Wednesday, August 16, 7 p.m.: Attend a resistance poetry and prose reading in conjunction with the "Women & Word" art exhibit at Laguna's BC Space Gallery, right next to the Candy Baron (little door straight up stairs). Reading will be in back. Please spread the word and bring friends! #lagunabeach #lagunalit #lagunaunite #writersresist #ocunite #artistsresist #womenonwords #ocwriters #lagunawriters #lagunapoet #bcspace #thirdstreetwriters #lagunabeachpoets #writetheresistance #ocreading #ocliterary #literaryoc (at BC Space Gallery & Photographic Art Services)

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i-am-vita · 8 months

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I just spent an immoral amount of my day writing more background about my pirate OcReader Ghost Rose, her crew and family, friends and enemies that imma turn it into a three posts... and it's not even half finished.

She even has a name now and I'm not asshame that she, her sister and niece are all rose related because I have no imagination left XD

I don't like that my brain made me elaborate on the Phantom Pirates because now I have to think in a reason for them doing what they do instead of just vibe in a Phantom of the OperaxPirates aesthetic.

#one piece #one piece live action #opla headcanons #one piece fic inspo #one piece headcanons #opla x reader #one piece original character

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chachadelight · 3 years

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I Hate You Part 4

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Pairing: Druig x Fem!OCReader

Word Count: 5k WHOOPS

A/N: Hey yalllll, thanks for bearing with me and waiting for part 4; this one took me a while to write as you can see it’s 5,000 words like why. I probably could’ve split this into two but oh well pls enjoy it’s a whole lot of emotions in one part.

Part 4: Revelation

After that afternoon when you left Druig standing alone in the market street; flustered and completely taken aback by how you treated him. He started to second guess himself, wondering where his mind was when it came to you. He thought about the way your voice made him feel, how your breath fanned across his face, the way your touch burned the skin of his neck, practically branding him permanently with your hand. He never thought you could catch him off guard the way you did that day, and the way it made him feel frustrated him. It flicked the final switch inside his mind, broke through the final barrier he had been building up to avoid the true feelings he had for you this whole time.

You...you were all he could think about day and night and his heart softened for you. The thought of ever hurting you again made him nauseous, he was flooded with the undying want, need to protect you, to caress you with the gentlest touch, to shower you with the attention and affection he finally realised you deserve. He wanted to love you. But he knew you didn’t feel the same. There was no possible way you could ever look at him that way, not after how he’s treated you, used your body and mess with your mind at any given chance. All because he couldn’t come to terms with how much he felt for you. Druig was too scared to open up, to look vulnerable and to seem like he could actually care for something. He had worked for so long to make it appear like he was stone cold, mostly caring about himself. For the most part he did, he had a certain love for his family sure. But you, it took him this long to realise he was yearning for you and his mind was telling him it was wrong, his mind hated him for loving you and in turn he treated you like shit.

He wouldn’t let that happen anymore; he was finally going to leave you alone. Despite the thought of avoiding you being painful, how he’d have to give up your touch...your kisses. He knew he had to do, for you. He cared about you, and he knew he was no good for you. Druig wanted you to be happy, and if that meant he would no longer be involved with you then so be it.

How he couldn’t realise it before; you were stubborn, gods you were stubborn, but you had unlimited kindness to those who deserved it. You were good with others, you made people smile and laugh and the other Eternals all enjoyed your company. Something Druig couldn’t do. Even with your kindness, you were strong, brave, you were practically scared of nothing, and you knew how to protect yourself. You never let anything get in your way and you consistently fight to the last breath, refusing to let anything else win. As much as your stubbornness annoyed him, he adored it all at the same time. How even if you were covered in bruises while you sparred with Thena, you would push yourself to keep going, to get better, voicing how one day you would actually beat the goddess of war at a fight.

How you managed to keep that smile on your face he could never figure it out; it seemed like nothing could hurt you. But he couldn’t complain, you were gorgeous when you smiled, and now that he could accept this fact, he could never stop looking at you. Silently standing in corners or to the side, from across the room or during the Eternals’ meeting. His eyes

were constantly on you. This time it wasn’t just lust. It was longing, desire...the unrelenting want to just wrap his arms around you so he could call you his.

BABYLON

Today, today you were particularly beautiful. That same smile on your face, the two singular strands of braided hair framing your face as you twirled a rush of swirling water between your fingers. Twisting and shaping the molecules to form the shapes of varying animals and creatures as a group of children watched on in awe. Druig wasn’t sure what it was that had his gaze hooked on you, but he suspected it had something to do with the way the orange light of the setting sun shone over your features, highlighting his favourite parts perfectly. The blue and green colour shifting lines that decorated your armour shining incredibly as you moved. You were so enthralled in what you were doing, laughs spilling from your lips as Sersi joined in beside you to form your shapes into solid stone and wood, allowing the children to get their hands around them.

All the while from afar, Ajak watched contently as a soft hum left her lips in thought.

Then you looked up and noticed him, your smile fading only slightly to fall into a simple smirk. You were being friendly, raising your arm to give Druig a wave. He immediately avoided your gestured, turning his from you. This made you grimace, your smile quickly turning to a frown as you were taken aback by Druig’s actions. Not even a snarky comeback or snide comment? He acted as if didn’t even see you.

Druig shook his head as he made his way back to the Domo, eyes plastered to the ground while he furrowed his brows. If he was to keep his distance from you, he was going to need to control himself, to stop coming near you, watching you...

“You know Druig. It might make things a whole lot easier if you just told her how you felt”. Ajak’s voice interrupted Druig’s thought, his confused expression looking at the Eternal who had appeared from nowhere.

“I have you no clue what you’re talking about Ajak”.

Ajak simple smiled, folding her hands in front of her. “I see the way you look at her”.

“At who?”

“I realise the two of you haven’t had the most peaceful past Druig. But recently I’ve seen something shift; the energy is different. Especially with you”.

“Don’t be ridiculous Ajak. ____ is insufferable, we may have had some intimate interactions but that was all it was”. Druig’s brows furrowed, frustration bubbling up inside him.

Ajak quirked a brow “I never said it was ____”

Druig froze, his gaze on Ajak as she simply smiled and stepped closer to the male Eternal. “We have lived too many years together for me not to know what you all feel Druig”. She placed her hand gently on his chest.

“We may live forever, but the sooner you tell her the truth the be-“

“I can’t!” Druig pushed away Ajak’s arms, the female Eternal frowning with concern. “Don’t you understand? I can’t”.

“Why?”

Druig scoffed “Why? She wouldn’t...couldn’t be with someone like me. I’ve made her life miserable; I’ve used her, she could never love me. I’m not good for her”.

“Druig...”

“No! I won’t do that to her, she deserves happiness and love and I wish I hadn’t been so narcissistic in the first place. But I was and I was too proud to let her in, to let her win. I just had to have the upper hand and I couldn’t stand to the thought of her being with anybody else, so I had to have her body to myself”.

“I’m disgusting, I’m not letting that happen again”.

Ajak carefully reapproached Druig, sadness in her eyes as she could see the tears welling in the male’s gaze. His cheeks flushed red, and his fists curled tightly to the point his skin turned ivory.

“I will not tell you what to do Druig. But I will tell you that I believe there is something there between you two and if you never try. Never speak to her, you may regret it forever”.

Druig sniffed, looking briefly at his leader before pulling away to return to the Domo like he was in the first place.

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Just like Druig told himself he’d do, he avoided you. Completely. It killed him to do so but he knew he had to. He knew eventually it would become easier, but if there was one thing that was for certain, he didn’t think he would ever get over the faces you made every time he ignored you. The disappointment and confusion splayed across your expression had Druig doubting himself millions of times. But this was for your own good, he had to remind himself of this fact.

You never thought Druig could hurt your feelings; sure, in the past he would anger you so badly you would lash out and more or less break whatever was in your surrounding area but that was due to your poor excuse of a temper. Nothing Druig said or did every really left an imprint in your heart, you were often quick to move on and go back to how you were. In the

end, the little feud you and Druig had was nothing but simply annoying, particularly for the other Eternals. Hell, you even found small moments of enjoyment from your interactions, they could definitely be amusing.

But then the two of you begun getting intimate, if that’s what you could call it. The interactions were rough and heated, most definitely fuelled by nothing but lust, you were sure of it. For a little while. But things started to change the more time you spent together. Comments with cruel intentions turned into snide comments that elicited nothing but chuckles and eye rolls.

Whenever you caught Druig looking at you, you swore you caught him blushing and usually you’d eat into him about it. But eventually you found yourself smiling, heat creeping to your cheeks at the thought of Druig just looking at you. After everything the two of you had put each other through, it was as clear as day that love could never be an option. You had no idea where these thoughts came from, for the longest time, from the moment the pair of you stepped foot on the young Earth, you were convinced you hated him. That all that pent up emotion was resentment, but now...now you weren’t so sure. There were nights you even just imagined him kissing you...that’s it, just to feel his soft lips on your own, slow, careful. A kiss that was unlike your usual, a kiss that had love behind it. You fantasized about it, what it might be like if Druig actually liked you. Maybe...just maybe if he loved you. How different things would be, but you knew it was impossible. Even if that were true, you would still try your best to be involved with him, even if it meant that it would be nothing more than meaningless exchanges of body heat and moans on sleepless nights. It frustrated you beyond belief, but you were strong minded, you wouldn’t let it get to you. You couldn’t. Arishem had a job for you, and you weren’t going to let anything get in the way.

Especially Druig.

But here you were, your grip tightening on the cup you were holding, your fist turning white from frustration. Not only had Druig been completely avoiding you for weeks but anytime you could actually squeeze a word from him, it oozed with disdain. This was worse than how things were at the beginning. He constantly sneered you, clicked his tongue with annoyance. Every time you would enter a room, he’d waste not a moment to leave, not forgetting to glare at you before he left.

It hurt. It hurt bad. It pissed you off that you genuinely had a thought that maybe things could be different between you and Druig, but now you let him in ever so slightly and now your hurt stung every time his gaze burned into you. Burned into like he hated you. Just like you had always thought.

Druig refused to speak to you at this point, let alone look at you. Your patience was wearing thin. How could he change so suddenly you had no idea, but you had enough. The next time Druig walks into the room, you were going to set things straight. If Druig wanted nothing to do with then so be it, but you weren’t going to let this affect the rest of the group.

Ajak had summoned the group to the Domo for a meeting about the most recent sighting of Deviants by the settlement and you had seated yourself at a table in the main room, waiting patiently for the moment to come. You watched intently as Druig strode into the room, hands crossed in front of him and an unreadable expression across his face as usual. He took his position by Makkari, leaning over her shoulder to peer at the book she was flicking through at an unintelligible speed.

You quirked a brow, your hand that wasn’t around the cup resting atop the marble table, sharp fingernails tapping against it patiently. Your gaze was fixed on Druig, waiting for him to notice you staring.

Just as you hoped, Druig sensed a burning gaze fixated on him which caused him to peer up and immediately notice your burning stare. Druig held back the need to take a gulp but immediately sneered at you, turning his head away and making his way over to Sersi.

“Tell Ajak I’m not feeling well, I’m leaving”.

“What...what do you mean?” Sersi’s voice was soft yet laced with concern for her fellow Eternal, oblivious to the try reasons behind his behaviour.

Druig didn’t bother to explain himself before promptly leaving the room and this instantly triggered you to get to your feet and follow him. Of course, not before Ikaris had grabbed you by the wrist, stopping you for a moment.

“Ikaris...let me go”. “Why do you waste your time with him ___?”

You lifted your glaring gaze up to the male and without a single word Ikaris was able to read you loud and clear as he let go of your arm, allowing you to continue your pursuit.

“Druig!” No answer.

“Druig, stop right now before I hold you down myself. I think we both know I would do so easily”.

And then he came to a sudden halt, his back still turned to yours as he spoke in a low voice.

“What? What do you want ___? I thought I made it pretty obvious I want nothing to do with you?”

“Why? What did I do for you to treat me like this all of a sudden?”

“Are you stupid?” He turned on his feet, a crease in his brows as he looked at you with pure disdain in his eyes. “When have I ever treated you differently ___? I’ve never liked you, I thought that was clear too”.

Something in your heart twanged, your stance slightly faltering as you tried to take on his words with your usual confidence. “Sure...sure we have had our differences Druig but you were never genuinely cruel to me like this. I thought we were getting better?”

“Better!? You’re delusional, what? Did you think we’d fall in love eventually, realise our true feelings and things would be wonderful?” He strode towards you, a growl in his tone that took you aback, causing you to take steps back as he got closer.

“I thought you were smarter than that ___, but I guess I was wrong. I want nothing to do with you anymore, you’re a distraction, I can see that now. Sure, you’re my fellow Eternal, but beyond that. You are nothing”.

As much as you hated to admit it, tears begun welling up in your eyes, For the first time in your Eternal life, you felt your heart break. This whole time you knew Druig, in the past you thought he hated you. But no, now you could see, in this moment, Druig hated you. The look in his eye shattered you, like he was waiting for you to disappear, that being near you was the worst thing he could experience.

“Fuck you Druig...” Your voice trembled, a slight crack in the last syllable as a tear finally dropped down your cheek. “Fuck you!” Your voice echoed, the walls shaking under the octave of your sound as you shoved your palms into the male Eternal’s chest, sending him crashing into the wall adjacent to him.

Druig’s eyes widened as the breath was stolen from his chest at the impact against the wall. HE looked at your broken expression and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Tears stained your reddened cheeks, your eyes darkened, and your hands curled into tightened fists. He hadn’t expected you to react in such a way, he really thought you had no feelings for him enough to be heart broken.

“___ I...”

“What!? What more is there for you to say Druig!? You have said quite enough”. Your voiced continued to tremble, the fangs you usually hid away now on full display, expressing your anger to him even more so.

“This whole time...this whole damn time I thought perhaps we could turn things around. You...you did this to me. You played with me...I thought just maybe you might have started to feel something, as I did. But...are you happy Druig? You won; you finally beat me”.

Druig frowned in confusion, hearing you speak had him lost. “You feel something for me?” His voice softened as he carefully begun reapproaching you, careful to assess the situation before making a drastic action.

You scoffed, flinging your head back to grin at the ceiling in defeat. “I guess I did Druig. Well done, you successfully made your pretty little siren fall in love with you”.

If his heart didn’t ache before, it definitely shattered in this moment. You actually did love him, the whole time he thought you resented him you too were developing feelings for him. Now not only had he begun pushing you away at the most crucial moment, he had said the cruellest things to you; hoping you would stay away from him. How would he every recover from this.

“___, I wish you told me sooner”. “Why? So you could revel in it?” “No...”

Before you could make your way out of the room the pair of you found yourself in, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your torso. First the warmth and familiar scent caused your body to relax, but when you remembered who it was you immediately started to fight him off.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!”

“____, the only reason I did and said all these things was for your own good”.

You fought him again, writhing in his arms as the tears continued to fall from your eyes. You couldn’t bear to have him touch you, every piece of skin that touched your own burned like poison.

“What are you saying!? What do you mean my own good?”

“____!” Druig raised his voice as he pushed you into the nearby wall, grabbing your trembling wrists before pushing them against the marble, pinning them to the either side your head. You continued to struggle, barely able to hold your eye contact with his own. But a she held you down, peering at you with his blue orbs you were able to take a moment to relax. To hear what he had to say.

“I wanted you to hate me...so you would want nothing to do with me. I wanted this because I...” Druig’s head hung low for a moment, his chest rising and falling in tune with your own bated breath. “___ I love you”.

Your eyes widened, your heart rate once again picking up. All these racing emotions, you were beginning to lose track, your head spinning. “Why...”

“Why what?” “Why would you ever think that was a good idea?”

“___ I didn’t think I was...good for you. That you could ever feel the same way for me, you deserved better. Everything I did or said...I didn’t mean it. I could never, you are the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen, and it scares me to think I could hurt you”.

“Druig”. Your muscles relaxed under the male’s grip, your eyes scanning Druig’s saddened face.

He peered up at you through his lashes, you could practically hear his heart thumping inside his chest. You waited to find the right thing to say to him, but you were overwhelmed with emotions. You managed to pull your wrists from his grip and in that moment, Druig was convinced this was where you would leave him, but his breath hitched when you gently placed your palms to his cheeks, your thumb caressing his skin so gently it made his heart pang.

“You’re an idiot”. Slowly the sides of your mouth twitched upwards. “Unfortunately, I love you too”.

Druig let out a laugh from pure shock, sounds beginning to spill from his lips but never fully able to let out a coherent sentence.

“You have a lot of apologising to do”.

Druig grinned, his blue eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips, his tongue quickly darting over his own. “I know where I can start”.

Without another moment wasted Druig’s lips crashed onto your own, eliciting a delicious moan from you that encouraged him to continue. Druig’s arm swiftly curled around your waist to pull you in against his chest, the feeling of his beating heart vibrating against you as he meticulously moved his lips against yours. His tongue darted across your bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss in which you happily accepted.

Druig smirked into the kiss as his hand gripped at your clothed waist, squeezing needily as a groan vibrated from the base of his throat, expressing the need he had for you.

You pulled away from the kiss only for a moment, but it already had the male Eternal pouting from the lack of contact. “As much fun as I’m having Druig, I’m thinking we move this somewhere else?”

“I suppose, but then the look on Ikaris’s face would have been one to remember”.

You simply rolled your eyes with a chuckle but soon the pair of you found yourselves in Druig’s quarters, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and fingers tangling themselves in his brown locks. Tugging at his hair, you moaned desperately against his mouth, wanting and needing more from him.

Druig lay atop of you now, his body pressing against yours, armour shredded long ago to leave the pair of you relishing in each other’s body heat. “It’s time I treat you the way you

deserve”. He cooed softly against your bruised lips, his blue eyes flicking up to meet yours. His gaze never broke away from you as he made his way down your body, peppering feather light kisses that burned against your skin, causing you to writhe against the sheets, anticipating what there was to come.

“Druig...” You could barely let out a sound, but it was clear you were growing more and more desperate and Druig absolutely relished in it. He grinned against your upper thigh, smug to get you to this way so soon.

Druig pressed a couple more open-mouthed kisses to your inner thigh, sending butterflies to the pit of your stomach. Nudging your legs open with his nose the male Eternal hummed softly, drinking in the sight before him. “Gods you are beautiful ___”.

Then you felt his tongue press against your folds, a sharp hiss leaving your lips as you fisted the sheets beside you. “I’m going to make you mine forever”.

Just like that he began his assault on your soaking core, a moan leaving him immediately as your taste coated his tongue. You were already arching your back against the bed at this point, as if your body was begging for Druig on its own.

He expertly flicked his tongue against your clit before he slowly pushed in a single digit, eliciting a whine from you that him smirking against your core, he loved the way you were reacting to him, and it only egged him on to continue; this time pushing in a second finger. Druig gently sucked at your clit as he began pumping his two fingers in and out of you gently, curling them up slightly to massage that special spot deep within you.

The moans that were falling from you lips one after another was enough to let him know that whatever he was doing was just what you needed. It didn’t take long before you were an unravelling mess at the hands of the male Eternal, your body writhing against the sheets as something snapped inside you. You cried out with pleasure, your hands flying down to tangle themselves in Druig’s brown hair, tugging desperately as he continued to flatten his tongue against your core; lapping at your juices as you came down from your high.

You were left a panting mess and Druig was all but smiling above you, his lips glistening with your slick as he took his position above you once more, dipping down to press a kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his mouth. Your hands found their way around his neck again, the heels of your feet digging in the low of his back to pull him in; you wanted him as close as possible and the moment you felt his hardened length press against the underside of your thigh you moaned again, breaking the kiss. “Druig...”

“What is it my love? Tell me what you need and it’s yours”. His voice was soothing against the crook of your neck, and you could only smile and press your lips to the shell of his ear.

“Fuck me...please Druig”.

That was all he needed as he groaned roughly, wanting nothing more than to please you and give you exactly what you wanted. Druig grabbed the base of his cock before lining it up with your entrance, teasing you with the tip for a moment to savour the way you whined impatiently. Druig pushed himself into you with one swift motion, another delicious moan leaving him as his hips faltered slightly at the feeling of your walls close around him. “Ah...___”

This was pure bliss to you; the pair of you had sex before but something about this felt so different, every feeling was electric, and it was as if your whole body was on fire. The simplest of touches had you teetering on the edge and now as Druig slowly pulled himself in and out of you, you had no idea how long you were going to last.

You could only hold onto Druig, fingernails digging deep into the skin of his back as he begun to pick up the pace, his eyes fixated downwards, watching the way the pair of you met.

“Druig look at me”. You moaned out, dragging your nails across his back that had him hiss at the pleasurable sting. Druig looked at you, sweat beginning to form across his brow as the sound of skin on skin filled the room. Watching you there beneath him, face contorted with pleasure, skin slick with sweat and lips red and swollen; you were driving him crazy. HE wanted more of you, desperate to have you even closer than before.

Druig wrapped an arm around your waist before pulling you up to a position that had you seat in his lap; this new position allowing his cock to reach an all-new depth inside you that had you screaming out. “Fuck!” You let out an exasperated gasp, and you were sure that if Druig wasn’t holding onto you in this moment you would surely fall.

With Druig’s arms securely around you he returned to thrusting in and out of you. He quickly picked up the pace, pounding into you harder and harder as he started to chase his own high.

You could only hand onto his shoulders, your throat beginning to become hoarse from the constant cries you couldn’t control. You moaned once more, your forehead falling downwards to rest against Druig’s own, his jaw was slack, blue orbs fixated on you as he concentrated on getting you to your ending.

“My beautiful beautiful ____”

Telling from the stuttering groans that left him and the way his thrusts started to become more erratic, his climax was fast approaching. You were not far behind as that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach started to ache, begging to break free.

The pair of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes as Druig continued to thrust into you at a pleasurable pace and it didn’t take that much longer for you to cry out in pure bliss, your second orgasm tearing through you without mercy; the way your core contracted wildly around Druig’s cock had his hips stuttering again, the male Eternal pushing through with his lip caught between his teeth to concentrate on helping you ride out your orgasm, in absolute awe at the way your face contorted into expressions of pure pleasure.

“Mine”. Druig managed to whisper out before his hips came to a sudden halt, stilling as he spilled himself inside you. A guttural groan ripped through his chest as he held you close against him, your heaving breaths in unison as the pair of you slowly came down from both of your highs.

Once Druig had somewhat regained himself he finally opened his eyes to look at you, a smile pulling at the sides of his mouth as he reached up to push the strands of sweat soaked hair away from your face. “I love you ____”.

You let out a soft sigh followed by a chuckle, reaching up to cup the side of Druig’s face affectionately. “I love you too”.

To ever think you hated Druig was now an obscure construct to you. Now...there was nothing you wouldn’t do for him and him to you. This whole time the pair of you were oblivious to the fact that you were made for each other.

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