#reck [oc]

[fanaticsnail]

Spit it out, Reck

Hey Doc Masterlist

Word Count: 1,000+

Synopsis: While watching two of the Kid Commanders spar beside your merfolk crewmate, Wave; Reck approaches with a chip on his shoulder and an upset regarding key medical knowledge.

Themes: Reck x gn!reader, suggestive themes, foul language, Kid Pirates x reader, crack series, suggested injury, mention of knuckle-cracking, you are 'Doc' - the doctor of the Kid Pirates.

Notes: Wave belongs to @sodatusks and I absolutely picture him being there with his crew alongside you on your journey as Doc.

“Hey Doc!” A voice rang through the rec room where you were lounging against the variety of warm-down cushions beside Wave. The mer-fishman was clicking his tongue and giving a variety of commentary regarding the friendly sparring match between Killer’s punishers against Heat’s dual Espanda Ancha; some helpful, some hindering, all providing entertainment for you as you read through Trafalgar Law’s notes beside him.

Until the voice called your name once more. 

Reck’s heavy, studded boot heels thudded against the wooden surface, narrowly avoiding a particularly broad breath of flame from Heat to cause Killer to stumble back. Wave let out a bellow of encouragement for Killer while slighting the firebreather for cheating, just as you sat up from your comfortable recline. 

“You’re in a mood,” you pointed out, nodding towards his persons, “What’s troubling you, Reck? I promise I’ll do my best to-.”

“-Oi, Heat! Stop yer fuckin’ flamethrowers and use yer damn swords! That’s the whole point of this shit,” Wave criticizes his commander, causing you to cringe away from his passionate exhale. Wave turns to face you and gives you an apologetic look, one that you wave away as you rise to stand. 

“I’d like to see you try to face him, Wave!” Heat squawked in his defence, “Aint all that fuckin’ easy. Especially when he-, fuckin’ watch it!” Killer cracked a small and high-pitched chuckle behind his mask, intentionally missing a strike with his whizzing blades close to Heat’s belly. Shaking your head, you return your attention back to the gunslinger finally rearing up on his approach towards you. 

“Go on, Reck. Spit it out,” you nod to the gunslinging Kid Pirate. The navy-haired man gives you a look of absolute disgust before revealing a large, tapered, rectangular vial in his left hand. 

“I can’t live like this anymore,” Reck admitted to you, peering down at the tube and back up to you, “Ever since I read that stupid article you got from Trafalgar, I’ve tried my best to stop my damn cracking, but my whole body feels stiff, and gross, and shit, and I just… I’ve been usin’ this and it’s doing fuck all.” 

Confusion dampened your mind, trying to form the invisible lines between each point your crewmate was making, and what exactly was flooding from his lips. Looking to the amber vial, back up to his furrowed brow and upset gaze, you tilted your head to take him in. 

“-The ones where cracking your joints causes arthritis. I know, I read the whole thing back to front, and front to back,” Reck finished for you, folding his arms with the glass hanging below his elbow, “And I’ve been trying to stop, I really have, and this ointment is fucking bullshit.” 

“What article, Reck?” you ask slowly, “I’ve been reading the one about the aquatic pressure differences regarding below-depths travel. The only other ones I got were-.” 

“What ointment,” you asked him as your hands reached for it, “And are you certain you read all of the article? Also, why are you reading my medical journals?” Your fingers brushed with the glass as he handed the small object over to you. 

“We’re light on regular readin’ stuff, and I like learning? Is there another excuse you’d rather me have? I dunno what to tell you?” Reck shrugged in his defence, a shrug you ignored as your tired and frustrated eyes met with the ointment vial. With a small smack of your lips, you move the glass object in front of the both of you and narrowed your eyes at him.

“First of all, cracking your joints doesn’t cause arthritis. The article was debunking that theory, and Trafalgar sent it to me because I said I was interested in practicing some chiropractic studies for Wave and Wire specifically,” you arched your brow while adding, “And you would know that if you actually read the content, not the bold lettering on the front page that said: ‘Cracking Knuckles Causes Arthritis’. If you looked directly beneath that title, it would also say: ‘The theory debunked in depth by Doctor Kureha’, Reck. Secondly…” 

The gunslinger’s eyes grew concerned and sheepish, avoiding your gaze as you held up the vial with a small shake.

“This is lube.” 

Reck gulped back a dry mouthful of saliva, continuing to avoid your gaze as he fiddled with his fingers: knitting and unknitting them together. You felt the swell of a headache begin to develop at your temples as you gestured to the vial.

“Please tell me you haven’t been drinking it in the hopes it would loosen your joints up.” Reck stared directly at the ground, watching your toes begin to tap against the floor in annoyance. Sucking his lips into his mouth, he gives you a curt nod that he hopes you wouldn’t notice. You groaned, hanging your head back and feeling that headache begin to form at the front of your forehead. 

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you return your gaze to his, now meeting yours for the first time since you chastised him. You pocketed the lubricant and removed your note paper and wrote down several notes. 

“No alcohol, a nice, healthy dose of bismuth subsalicylate, dimenhydrinate, and phosphorated carbohydrate solution for, what I’m assuming, explosive, violent and catastrophic diarrhea, lots of water and electrolytes,” you began spewing out your notations as you wrote them, tearing off the paper and handing it over to him, “And, should you be willing to be a test dummy for me, I need someone to practice chiropractic remedies with releasing joint tension.” 

Reck’s eyes warmed immediately, lips drawing into a smile with affirmation on his tongue at the same time as-.

“-Ah, shit! Doc, Doc!! Need some help down here!” was bellowed by Killer just as a string of extremely explicit curses fled the fire-breather’s lips, “Doc, get down here!” You sighed out in defeat, patting Reck on the chest as you moved past him, muttering under your breath: “It never ends,” while moving down towards your two sparring crewmates. 

“Another day on the Victoria Punk, another day closer towards the doctor crew exchange with the Heart Pirates,” you grit from behind your teeth, catching the focussed attention of your captain loitering beneath the steps. Kid’s eyes grow wide, lips part in shock, and heart hammers close to his throat at your single, spoken confession.

You were leaving the crew.

You were leaving him.

You were leaving him for Trafalgar Law of all people.

And Kid wouldn't stand for it.

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[cidsin]

Art by me @cidsin Day 008 Kid Pirates Month 2025

Someone had left a bagpipe on the bench... One still full with a bit of air, enough to cause some loud noise. Hild looked to Killer who was slowly drinking his morning coffee.

Her eyes went down to the bagpipe, then up to him again. How can he say no when she asks like that? Even more so Dive nodding so enthusiastic with a big sharky smirk.

A smirk he could hardly hide himself when Hild jumped up and used her small coyote body to the fullest when hitting that bagpipe.

Hearing screaming complaints and scared voices as they jolt up, Dive laughing her ass off and nearly rolling off the bench. "Told ya." he simply says as Hild proudly sits on the bagpipe.

[hooktongued]

Surprised that I never posted these here, but these are some oldddd character intros for increasingly minor characters in my Crime Boys universe

Gus is actually technically the "protagonist" (or as close as you get in a world with no linear story), but then after i made aloysius i went kind of nuts and stopped paying much attention to him....

Lorelei is the daughter of Gus' mentor/partner in crime - he was formerly hector but has now been redesigned and is called Maury!

[pomanshi]

Art fight prep has started, this is Reece my Hunter the Reckoning character.

You can find out more about her on her artfight page here:

[sketchthetofu]

Might clean up and finish this later but here’s a sketch of me decked out in enchanted diamond armor after spotting the person who stabbed me in the back in capture the flag <3. Dw I got revenge >:)

( @sora-fish here u go <3!!!)

[friendlyengie]

Mr. Dell sir, can we perhaps see more of your TF2 BLU Engineer, Reck? His design looks so frickin’ cool!! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

And, maybe, what Reck’s interaction would be with your headcanon design of Engie? (◕ヮ◕)*:･ﾟ✧

Man this ask is stupid old now, sorry anon! Here’s some of this guy for you tho :) Reck is fun. I don’t think he’s nearly as smart as he thinks he is, but he still manages to make things that work with parts that really shouldn’t work together. All his sentries look scarily easy to push over but that’s usually probably not the case.

He and Dell don’t get along. Texan on Texan violence. He thinks Dell’s a privileged asshole who wants to be better than everyone else and Dell just thinks he’s obnoxious. I think Reck can make him angry more than he’d care to admit <3

[occultvettr]

New and improved lab & programming assistant Occult 2.0

Added: Face plate screen with capability to emote and show warning symbols as it sees fit. Chest screen for simple info. Upgraded limbs.

I liked my previous recks!Occult but I had a couple of things I wanted to improve on. Recks au by @wasyago

Existing features:

Built-in self-learning search-engine software with priotitising for results related to computer science. It can change prioritising for each individual search, but base function is for lab and programming.

Hands great at handling small computer parts. With upgraded limbs it has now slightly better mobility for doing so.

Can attach various plugs to tail as needed.

small - Technically pocket size if you have a big enough pocket.

Not reliant on internet connection to work as an assistant, but does better with it. Will fix the internet connection error themself if possible. Can also do basic tasks like managing texts & emails, playing music, and more. There's a built in speaker in the back - but for music it's reccommended it connects to a speaker system.

The AI have a tendency to be chaotic/playful. It also likes to retain and tell facts that may or may not be useful.

[a-tale-of-legends]

I hope you guys know that while, yes, Naomi's strength is part of due to her being a Chosen, really she gets most of it from her mom. That being said, don't mess with Mama Einar unless you wanna catch these hands 👊

[saltyztuna]

boothill likes pink….

this is huge win for me and my dumb dumb stupid pink bird…

[cidsin]

Art by me @cidsin Day 006 Kid Pirates Month 2025

which comes with three OCs in this picture as well :)))

The Canon characters here are Killer, Reck and Papas.

The OCs are my Hild, @muwitch 's Vilma und @dezelia-blog 's Jude :)))) There had been so many Kid Pirates OCs back then, before Oda threw some more characters to them x)))

[blueberry-mufffinz]

ROBLOX OCS

Okay Actually Wait Before I COntinue Okay So I Like. For One Dont Think Too Hard About The World Around Them Bc I Know Its Roblox But Also Me N My Friend Just Made Shit Up On The Spot Second I Really Like These Guys But Idk If Theyre Like. Cringe Or Whatever So Uh. If They Are Block Me Or Smthn I Guess Sorry Man Anyways This Bouta Be A Long Ass Post So Literally Everything Undercut

GITE

Okay So. Gite, Along With Their Counterpart Who I'll Take About Later, Originally Was Just. An Outfit I Made Using A Bunch Of Items I Had On Hand. Then My Friend Had Me Turn Them Into An OC Which Is Actually What Started This Entire Thing And Goodness Gracious Do I Have A Lot Of Little Guys Now>

Notes

Maasssivee Fucking Yapper. Does Not Stop Yapping Worlds Biggest Yapper

Theyre Very Headstrong And Also A Littleee Tiny Bit Obnoxious Man Oh Man I Sure Do Wonder Why(Yapper)

Gite Plays Whatever (Roblox)Games Reck Plays, Originally Played Obbies

Poor Understanding Of Personal Space, Also Thinks Reck Should Be More Friendly And Talk To People

Uses Sarcasm Somewhat Often But It Always Sounds Friendly Or Passive Aggressive

Cannot Fly With Their Wings

This Guy Dont Rlly Got Much Lore So I Wont Like Make A Dedicated Lore Second For Him But, Okay This Is Where The Like Worldbuilding Gets Confusing But Bare With Me Here Okay, Gite And Reck Are Counterparts Because They Were Like. Spawned(??) At The Same Time In Cribs Next To Each Other. As Those Little. Pill Baby Things Life In Paradise Style Yeah

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RECK

Same Thing With Gite Reck Was Originally An Outfit Then Turned Into An OC I Honestly Dont Rlly Like His Wings But Aint No Way Im Buying New Ones When I. Actually Buy The Outfit Because Genuinely I Only Own Gite's Outfit Out Of All These OCs

Notes

Far More Introverted(???) Than Gite, Doesnt Yap Nearly As Much More Of A Listener

Pretty Calm And Chill Guy Honestly, Just Vibin'

Listens To Music Literally Whenever Possible, I Would Say 24/7 But Not 24/7 Because Gite Exists

Plays A Lot Of Tycoons Usually, But Also Sometimes Jumps Around To Try And Avoid Gite(Gite Keeps Finding Them)

Also I Think Reck Has That Retail Worker Tiredness Like In General I Think Reck Works Retail

Thinks Gite Needs To Back The Fuck Off And Learn Some Personal Space

Very Firm With Their Boundries. If Theyre Unhappy Or Uncomfortable With The Things Youre Doing Theyll Let You Know.

CAN Fly With Their Wings

Gite&Reck Notes

There's Some Notes That Apply To Both Of Them So Like-

Gite And Reck Like. Dont Like Each Other. They Dont Hate Each Other But They Sure As Hell Dont Like Each Other

Theyve Never Said They Hated Each Other But Sometimes They Call Each Other Annoying

I Think Maybe Perhaps I Havent Decided Honestly That They Become Lovers At. Some Point I Dont Know When

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DRAGON LOSER/FLORAL

Okay YEAH I Know Her Name Is A Little Mean But Like. For Context Some Of These Guys Get Names Based On Experience And Like. Itll Make Sense Soon I Swear

Notes

Plays A TON Of Dragon Games, Primarily Dragons Life And Dragon Adventures

Floral Is More Like Their "Roleplay" Name So Technically Her Name Is Really Just Dragon Loser, DL For Short Btw, But Dont Worry About It

They Have A Minor Liking For Fishes, But Its Mostly Dragons(But If Something Is Like- A Fantasy Sea Dragon She Goes CRAZY Over That Stuff)

She Incredibly Friendly And Will Just Walk Up To People And Start Talking Which is Probably Why She Thrives In RP Games So Much

Her Name Doesnt Effect Her In The Slightest

Can In Fact See Despite Their Eyes Not Being Visible

The Paint Is Actually Because Their Head Is Constantly Spewing Paint And Its Actually The Reason They Have A Hat On But Yeah Wiping It Away Wont Help With Anything

Chains Are Purely Aesthetic

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SOUL WANDER

This Guy I Made Like Purely As A Rival Of Some Form For My Friend's OC, Who Ill Be Calling F Because Yeah Also Im Shortening SOUL WANDER(yes its capitalized like that every time)'s Name To SW Because There Is No Way Im Typing That Every Single Time

Notes

Mysterious Guy, Fairly Quiet And Speaks In Vague Terms. Sometimes Riddles If He Feels Like It

Also He's A Little Smug

Ghostwalker(yes the SFOTH sword) Fanboy If You Couldnt Tell By The Shirt

Fucking HATES F, Like Knife Through A Picture Of Him On A Wall Type Of Hate. Does Not Like That Guy In The Slightest

Drops The Whole Vague Thing When Talking To F For Reasons I Genuinely Have Not Figured Out

Lives Alone And Also Doesnt Friends

And He's Also Poor Barely Paying For His Apartment And Food(I Dont Even Know How He's Making Money Honestly)

Like Genuinely Sleeps In A Corner With A Single Blanket Like I Feel Kinda Bad And He's My OC

Literally He Doesnt Even Care Either We Love Poor Self Preservation/j

Practically Half-Blind Pretty Much Also Taking Off Those Bandages WILL Flashbang Him He's Had Them On For So Long

The Face Shadow Thing Is Some He Can Do Entirely At Will

Used To Own A Cat

Ngl I Forgot To Write This But He Plays SFOTH Primarily And. Yeah Thats It Honestly

Lore

Look At That First Guy To Have Actual Thought Out Lore Lets Go Wahoo When SW Was Younger He'd Participate In Like Illegal Fighting Rings Or Whatever To Make Money. Nobody Is Supposed To Die But He Accidentally Kill A Person(Who Is An OC Ill Talk About Later) Once Near When He Started Because He Went To Into A Blind Panic And Punched Them To Death. Uh. Somebody(Also An OC Ill Talk ABout Later) Close To This Person Took Revenge Against SW And Brought A Knife Into The Fight In A Attempt To Blind SW, It??? Half-Worked Because The Sight In His Covered Eye Is Really Blurry(Eye Wasnt Punctured Fully But Got Damaged). This Situation Is Also Indirectly The Cause Of The Whole Vague Thing He Does, Because The Person Who Almost Blinded Him Is Tracking Him Down And Trying To Get Information On Him And SW KNOWS That So He Speaks Very Vague Because He's Paranoid As Fuck. ALSO! He Used To Own A White Cat He Named Spirit But F Stole Spirit When He Was Drunk And Then Kept Her So Now SW Thinks Spirit Is Dead But Actually F Has Her And Renamed Her Sparkle. SW Feels Really Bad For Failing To Care For Spirit, Used To Sacrifice Eating To Feed Her. Anyways Somewhere At Some Point In The Future SW Finally Gets Tracked Down, Cause Its Guarenteed To Happen At Some Point, And Gets Like Entirely Blinded I Drew Art Of Him Actually Ill Put All The Art Of These Guys At The End I Swear Anyways Yeah Gets Fully Blinded And Also One Of His Head Wings Gets Chopped To A Nub Also He Cant Do Whatever The Hell He Was Doing To Make Money Anymore So He's Homeless Again(Forgot To Mention He Was Homeless When Younger) But Its. Significantly More Difficult Now That He's Blind. And Also The Paranoia Is Still There Because He Literally Cant See And Also He Goes Entirely Silent Stops Speaking Completely GOODNESS I YAPPED SORRY!!!

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CAUTION: HAZARD

This Is The Guy Responsible For Almost Blinding, Eventually Fully Blinding, SW. Im Callin Him C:H For Short Because Again Im Not Typing All That Shit Out. I Dont Actually Have A Lot On This Guy or His Brother So Hopefully This Is Shorter Than SW's Section

Notes

Him And His Brother Are Aggressive In Nature, Hence The Whole Caution Thing

Barbarically Aggressive

Played Like. A Bunch A Ro:Bio N Shit With His Brother

Lore

C:H Watched SW Kill His Brother In The Fighting Ring, Overheard SW Talking About How He Went Into A Blind Panic And Decided "Why Dont I Make Him Actually Blind" So Uh. Yeah. His Plan Is To Catch SW Off-Guard In An Isolated Area Which Is Difficult Because Of SW's Paranoia. Has Sent People To Try And Get Information From SW Or Get Close To SW, So SW's Still Persistent Paranoia Is Valid

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CAUTION: RADIATION

This Is The Guy That SW Accidentally Killed. Callin Him C:R Because Long Ass Name. He's Not A Ghost Or Anythin Btw But If He Was He'd Be Actively Cheering C:H On Also Dont Have Much Information With This Guy Sorry

Notes

Yeah He Played Ro:Bio With C:H

And Again Yeah Naturally Aggressive

C:R Is More Sinsterly Aggressive If That Makes Sense

The Toxic Waste On His Head IS Apart Of Him The Barrel Is Not, Barrel For Aesthetic

Toxic Fumes Naturally Eminate From His Mouth, It Doesnt Smell Like Anything But Again It Is Toxic So Mask Holds Filters It Out

He's Immune To It Though So Its Okay

Lore

Not Much Lore Honestly But Basically Like. What Happened Is He Got Punched In The Gut Rlly Hard Which Winded Him Or Whatever Like Out Of Breath And Then Punched In The Jaw So Broken Jaw And Then SW Just Kept Punching Him Til He Died He Did Not Expect, What Percieved As, The Dumb Scared Kid To Straight Up Kill Him

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ABNORMALITY/MORPHO

Okay Last One I Swear Anyways Morpho Here Is Based Of Abnormality Dancin' Girl. I Was Listening To The Song And I Had A Vision™ And Went On A Spree Making Them

Notes

Okay To Start, I Will Be Using They/Them For Them Because Theyre Good With They/Them Pronouns Yes Thats Fine But Internally They Naturally Refer To Themself With It/Its For Lore Reasons

MASSIVE People Pleaser Like REALLY REALLY Big People Pleaser Its Genuinely Detrimental To Their Mental Health

Also A Social Chameleon To The Extreme, Changes Their Personality The Way They Talk And They Way They Dress Just To Fit In With The People Theyre Talking To

Used To Play A Lot Of Simulators And Tower Defense Games. Especially Tower Defense They Were Pretty Good At Those

Lore

Morpho Doesnt Really Know Who They Are Anymore. Theyve Been Changing And People Pleasing For So Long That They Dont Even Know If Theyre A Person, Thinking Of Themself As More Of An Object On On A Stage All Of This Changing Is Literally Like Physically Tearing Them Apart The Switching And Trying To Be Someone Thats A Them They Dont Know Is Physically Destroying Them They Cant Stop Though, Theyre So Tired And Nothing Feels Good Anymore But They Just Cant Stop. Theyre A Ticking Time Bomb Waiting To Die, Waiting To Scatter Into Thousands Of Blue Butterflies Even Then Their Efforts Will End Up For Nothing. The More They Switch And People Please The More They Fall Apart, And The More They Fall Apart The More People Leave, Which Then Causes Them To Change And People Please Even More And Try Even Harder Which Makes Them Fall Apart More And Its Just A Downwards Spiral Speeding Towards Their Death. Uhh. All Of This Started From A Person(I Might Leave This Person Unknown), Who They Were Really Really Close To And Told Everything To, Ghosting Them Suddenly And Leaving Them For Someone Else

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Art Time Yippe Hoorayy

This Is Gonna Go In Order, Also As A Note I Have Not Drawn DL, C:H, C:R, OR Morpho Yet. I Will Ebventually Just. Later.

This Next One W/ Gite And Reck Is Like A Comic Sortve I Made It Rlly Late At Night And Its A Situation That Will Happen At. Some Point Idk When. Dialogue Is Messy im Bad At Dialogue.

I Love Making Angst Of My OCs :)) Anyways Gite Yapping

I Cant Believe I Forgot To Put This Ill Just Put It Here But Reck Does Not Listen To A Word Gite Says A Majority of The Time. Gite Can Say The Most Out Of Pocket Shit Ever And Reck Will Go "Uh Huh Yeah" And Reck Wont Even Notice Until Gite Points It Out

Anyways SW Art Yayayay

Silly Little Video Of What Happened Heehoo Also Last Frame PNG Bc Yeah

Also Here's That Blinded SW Drawing I Promised

Okay Sorry For Yapping Those R All My Guys Wahoo

[thedemises]

yes.

Can I offer you a part of the crew in these trying times?

[reckilious]

Homestuck Troll Junaid Gift Art - 2020 Sketch Art

Back at it again, trying to keep on schedule? This is a gift drawing for my best and closest friend, bubblepop_pictures on FA or BubblepopPictures on DA! This is one of their MANY homestuck trolls! I haven't done a lot with homestuck in a long time, kinda miss it. Anyways~ Love Ya - RA

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[seizur]

THE GAY MEN 💙💙💙 I LOVE THEMMMM

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

This one shot was so adorable and fluffy!!! Definitely needed this today!! I'm enjoying discovering Star and how she interacts with Arthur, the both of them are just too cute for me!

There’s a big bush by your side granting you a bit of shade, its vibrant flowers in full bloom, and Arthur notices how they all seem to be bending towards you. Almost as if you were the sun.

This section is so sweet omg, it's the kind of details that add so much to a scene and to Arthur's perception of her!

“I’ll show you if you gimme a kiss.” It’s ridiculous how quickly he complies, sitting down in an instant, and kissing you so hard and fast that the brims of your hats bump into each other, almost flying off your heads. You giggle loud enough to scare away the birds pecking on the trunks of the nearby trees, trying to say his name between hiccups, and he believes those six letters have never sounded more beautiful to him in his lifetime.

Eeeeeh I'm so weak for that!!! Her being all teasing and him super eager to comply 😤 you know that's the sort of dynamic I live for!! And Jesus, the rest of the paragraph, I'm going to die from sweetness and fluff here!!

With a happy sigh, you wrap your arms around his neck, lifting your hips to sit on his lap, while Arthur brings the apple into his mouth to give it another bite. Its juice drips from his lips and you catch it with your thumb before it reaches the bumpy scar on his chin. Licking your finger clean, you unclasp your other arm from where it’s hooked to grab your old journal.

Sorry because maybe it's me who's totally corrupted by my smut consumption but like, the mundane erotism in this? Her sitting on his lap and cleaning his chin like this before licking her finger? Loved it.

And then,THE STAR EMBROIDERED? HELLOOOO??!! Such a cute and amazing detail!!

Oh my God. The stars protecting him?? I'm dying. The ending part when Star cracks and cries, and Arthur comforts her, it was so pure and true... 💓The way they care about each other, they're everything!

Alba, that was soooo sweet it healed me in ways I wasn't suspecting 🥹 I can't wait to discover even more about Arthur and Star!!!

of stars and hopes and dreams ✮

a/n: this was inspired by my own desire of wanting to protect arthur ⭐️ (reader is actually my rdr2 oc named star but i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless!) (also i understand some readers might find this out of character for arthur? but this was completely self indulgent on my part sooooo yea guilty as charged) (english isn’t my first language so if you notice any grammar mistakes, please let me know in the comments!)

word count: 1212

He finds you laying on your stomach, on a small patch of thick leafy grass with your worn out journal laid before you. Fully focused on whatever you’re sketching, you don’t seem to realize that he’s finished setting up your tent and that he’s now waiting by your feet, so he watches you for a bit longer while you continue to work on your drawing.

It’s been a rough few days, running away from blood, violence and death. For that reason, seeing you resting and at ease brings him a sense of calmness he hasn’t felt in a long time.

There’s a big bush by your side granting you a bit of shade, its vibrant flowers in full bloom, and Arthur notices how they all seem to be bending towards you. Almost as if you were the sun.

The sound of his loud bite makes you lift your gaze from the paper, turning your head to look over your shoulder on alert, until you see it’s just your lover standing behind you.

“You spyin’ on me, cowboy?”

He swears he could melt right on the spot, at the sight of your big toothy smile and the dimples on your cheeks, slightly sunburnt after spending hours and hours riding under the sun. He lowers his head to hide the faint blush of his own under the brim of his hat, though he knows his attempts are futile considering you can read him like a damn open book.

“What d’you have in there?” — his voice sounds a little breathless as he ignores your question, too embarrassed to admit that he’s been caught in the act.

Sitting up, you extend your hand to pull at his faded denim trousers, not once but twice, batting your long lashes and looking at him with a mischief in your eyes that has his heart racing inside his chest in anticipation.

“I’ll show you if you gimme a kiss.”

It’s ridiculous how quickly he complies, sitting down in an instant, and kissing you so hard and fast that the brims of your hats bump into each other, almost flying off your heads. You giggle loud enough to scare away the birds pecking on the trunks of the nearby trees, trying to say his name between hiccups, and he believes those six letters have never sounded more beautiful to him in his lifetime.

With a happy sigh, you wrap your arms around his neck, lifting your hips to sit on his lap, while Arthur brings the apple into his mouth to give it another bite. Its juice drips from his lips and you catch it with your thumb before it reaches the bumpy scar on his chin. Licking your finger clean, you unclasp your other arm from where it’s hooked to grab your old journal.

“So d’you want to see what I was doing or not?”

“Sure, show me.”

You lean into him, your temples touching, turning the pages until you get to the one where your drawing is. His heart skips a beat upon seeing it, an improved version of himself staring back at him. He might as well be looking at himself in a mirror, considering how perfectly you’ve captured the expression of his gaze and the cut of his jaw, as well as the length of his hair and the vest he’s currently wearing. The one you’ve mended for him a hundred times. The one in which you embroidered a little star right above his heart.

You’ve told him to get rid of it already, but he insists on keeping it and wearing it even if it’s more a rag than a proper item of clothing. Because it is his favorite, although he’s never told you.

And he can’t blame you, for having him as your personal muse. His own journal is full with sketches and drawings of you, since you’re all that exists in his mind. You and your hair. You and your striking eyes. You and your bright smile. You and the curve of your neck. You and your scars. You and your hands and rings. You and Lady. You and the things that belong to you, just like he does. You surrounded by nature or inside the intimacy of a room. You awake or asleep. You naked or fully dressed. You as a whole.

“You look too handsome in that vest, so I couldn’t resist myself. Your nose though… I think I should redo it.”— the tip of your finger traces a line over the crooked bridge of his nose, so gently that a thrill runs down his spine.

“Don’t. It looks perfect. Definitively more handsome than I am.” — he grabs your forearm and leaves the tiniest kiss on the inside of your wrist. “What about these, mhm?”

He points at the stars surrounding him, varying in different shapes and sizes, and the question makes you pause for a second.

“Well, those… Those are me, I guess. Me protecting you. Like this.”

You drop the journal and raise your hands above his head, your fingers spread, as if trying to resemble the stars on the paper. He looks up at you then, really looks at you, and that’s when he sees the sadness you’ve been trying to hide from him behind the playfulness of your tone. “What is it, sweetheart?”, he wants to ask, but reading his mind as you always do, you speak first, the words dying one by one on his tongue.

“It’s just… I wish I could protect you, all the time. And I wish we didn’t have to live with this constant fear of losing each other. That’s all.”

Your voice breaks in sync with his heart, his trembling hands traveling from your waist to the sides of your face, where tears have started to flow. He kisses them away, and the tickle of his beard on your skin makes you giggle again, softly this time. Even in a moment like this, in all your sadness and heartbreak, you allow him to see the deepest and most hidden parts of your soul. Because despite all your sharp edges, you’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve.

“Star, look at me, please.”

And you do look at him, with your red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks, a thousand unspoken words in your brown irises. And Arthur can’t help but wonder how did he end up being this lucky, after all the pain and sorrow he knows he’s caused.

“We‘ll live, darlin’. I give you my word.” — his promise comes out of his mouth in the shape of a whisper, a secret shared just for you to hear.

Your arms wrap around his neck once again, tightly this time, and the strength of your hug sends him tumbling backwards, into the same spot you were laying on over an hour ago. Freshly shed tears stain the collar of his shirt, your face hidden safely in the crook of his neck as you continue to exchange words of longing and devotion.

The sun is gone now, a gentle breeze has settled in, and little sparkles have started to appear in the skies above.

And he wishes, upon the star held in his arms, that all you’ve ever dreamed of comes true one day.

[myladysapphire]

A doe, A deer - A Drop of golden sun

being the youngest archeron sister often meant that you were the forgotten one, no one ever saw you, until he did.

Azriel x Archeron!OC

CW: mdi 18+, selective mutism, struggles with eating, talks of nausea, war/acowar? but its not described just happens, kidnapping, angst, fluff, canon character death, violcene, king of hybern being a creep. not beta read!

word count: 2,280

authors note: thank you for so much support in part one! hope you all enjoy this one as much as the last!

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Daphne had yet to wake.

Three weeks had passed, and Daphen remained unconscious. Her face pale, and the rise and fall of her chest was barley noticeable.

The inner circle feared she was dead. Or at least had been dead when she was tossed into the cauldron.

Madja thought as much but refused to admit it as she overlooked the youngest of the Archeron siblings.

She had had to work around a loitering Azriel.

The male was hellbent on watching Majda’s every move and refused to leave Daphnes side.

He only left when the high lord ordered it. And even then, he was quick to return.

The bond between them bounding her to him.

It had since the moment she bumped into him and her pretty eyes connected with his.

And when she had spoken, though little and shy, her sweet voice taunted his dreams as he thought of her.

He had been as shocked as everyone that she had spoken. Having been told by Feyre she had been silent since an event in their youth. And He worried after her departure. And more so as after every visit, she laid bound in bed, and the reck of death loitered around her body.

The had begged Nesta to allow him to take her with him, to have a fae healer her, and he had been refused and forced to leave her to the useless hands of whatever healer the Archerons had employed. The very healers that had all but killed her.

He had felt the bond go dead as she was thrown in the cauldron.

The scream he let out as he wept and mourned the bond he never truly got to experience. He mourned the person he had begged to know for 500 years; the person he had begged Feyre to tell him about.

And now he was stuck preying to whatever gods would listen that she would wake up.

As Feyre retuned home, he was forced to focus his attention on matters of the court, his heart aching as he was forced to leave Daphne, and though she was in the company of at least one of her sisters or even Mor. He hated it.

He hated even more the fact that when she finally did wake up, it was like she hadn’t woken up at all.

she was silent, more so than before according to Feyre.

She refused to eat or leave her seat by the window.

She seemed to rock back and forth on the floor, her hands covering her ears.

He hadn’t been allowed to see her, barred entry by Rhysand, who had all but commanded him to stay away.

It killed him, even more so when he started to see the bond blossoming between Feyre and Rhysand, and even more so when he saw Elain starting to let Lucien in.

She could hear the sound of her heart, the waves in the sea and the whispered words of Feyre and Rhysand outside her door.

She could hear everything, and though she had completely lost her hearing before, everything had gone form being faint and having to focus in order to listen, to sitting as far as she could and being bale to hear everything.

The door to the room she had been placed in opened, and Feyre slowly entered. Her face hopeful as she looked at Daphne.

“How are you today?” Feyre asked, her eyes begging her to speak.

But the want to speak had left her, she no longer wished for the ability to speak, or begged for her thoughts to be voiced. Instead, she simply stared having no will or want to voice her empty mind.

“have you eaten?” she questioned, clearly eyeing the tray still full of food.

She huffed at the lack of response, her hand reaching for Daphnes, only for her to flinch away.

“Please Daphne” she begged, for what neither knew wish.

They sat in silence for a time before Feyre finally left.

And Daphne let out a sigh of relief.

Another week passed, and Daphne, though still refused to speak to anyone, had started to talk to herself.

It had started by accident, with her looking in the mirror and analyse her new Fae form. She spoke her thoughts out loud, and though she had expected he usual nausea to emerge, but none came.

She began to eat, even if it was only a biscuit and tea, at least she was eating.

she hadn’t had any visitors in days, having been finally left alone and being given the chance to think and process.

At least that was until a knock sounded and Azriel entered the room.

Daphne looked at him curiously.

“Daphne?” he spoke carefully, looking around the room and taking in her half-eaten dinner.

His shadow’s whispering relief at the fact she had finally eaten.

“How are you?” he asked softly, taking a seat not to far from her.

She looked down, thinking thoroughly, as if unsure of how she felt.

She looked back out the window, her eyes distant, “I died” she whispered. She didn’t know why she said it, or where the confidence to talk to him came from.

His shadows seemed to circle her, wrapping around her arms, almost caressing her to comfort her.

“What?” Azriel questioned, his voice soft and careful. As if he would spook her and she wouldn’t talk to him again.

Her eyes jumped to the shadows, a soft smile on her face as they danced around her.

“I was dying…and that night my heart stopped” she continued, her face slowly turning to look at him, “the cauldron said so”

A tear dropped from his eye, his face one of devastation, “but your alive now.” He said whether it was to comfort himself of her he wasn’t sure.

“yes” she sighed, not in disappointment. “I can hear everything” she breathed, “I have to stuff my ears with cotton so I can sleep”

“i- fae hearing is rather different to human…I can ask Rhysand to put a sound barrier up for you, so that you can sleep”

She nodded, swallowing roughly.

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes watching her closely, before he stood to leave.

“stay” she murmured, “please” and he did, for the next week he would come and visit her for hours on end, where she would eat and sometimes talk.

Her voice still rough and slow as speaking didn’t come easier to her, but something about Azriel’s presence seemed to comfort her, and made her feel safe.

“How is she?” Feyre asked Azriel, her voice dripping with concern for her youngest sister.

Elain and Nesta seemed to be doing better, making progress even if it was slow.

And with the recent high lords meeting, and the wall falling, Feyre mind had been occupied on the war. She was filled with guilt over neglecting her youngest sister, but Azriel the quiet shadow singer seemed to be spending all his time as of late with her.

“she’s doing better” he spoke, “she…she is eating and she’s been speaking”

Feyre shouldn’t of been jealous, shouldn’t envy her friend for the comfort her sister found in him. And yet she was.

“Really?” she tried to keep her voice even and not show her true feelings on the subject.

It had been a long day and though she was making some progress on flying it was stills sore and tiring.

“What do you speak about?”

“i- I don’t think she want me to tell you…sorry” he mumbled.

“But she’s, okay?”

“Okay as someone can be after what she went through” his tone was dismissing, “though…she does want to see you, and Nesta and elain” he said slowly, gagging for Feyre reaction, “but don’t expect her to say anything…she barley speaks and is very unsure of herself”

“of course,” Feyre nodded, her face lighting up with a smile.

It had started of slowly, whereas nest and elain had greatly improved over the last month and half, even if Elain was still stuck in her head half the time and still needed the company of Lucien to eat or sleep.

She started to venture outside of her room, joining the inner circle for meals.

She had yet to speak to anyone but Azriel, and even then, it was rare.

She was content to be silent but know knowing she had the option to speak if needed filled her with a confidence she hadn’t had before.

And even if she wasn’t using words to verbalise her thoughts, she could sign when she wanted to.

Feyre had evens tarted learning it, after spotting her using it to speak to Azriel and Mor, even Rhysand after she made it clear she wasn’t comfortable with him talking to her in her head unless absolutely necessary.

Then as a week went on, her and Elain started to garden, and she had even asked Azriel to take her into Velaris to shop for plants and seeds. An activity he was more than happy to do.

But all this process seemed to stop as the Archeron sisters found themselves in the midst of a war.

She had found herself chained and gagged. A voice soothing her as she was lured from bed into the enemy camp and tied bound and bed of the to the very person that had tormented her and her sisters so.

Elain too had been lured, though she was kept somewhere else. Having been instantly separated.  

The king looked down at you with a taunting glare, his hand swiping at her face in a way she were sure was meant to be a caress.

Daphne shivered in disgust, her legs kicking at him, as his soldiers tried to bind them too.

“aren’t you pretty” he crooned, “and silent too…most would be screaming, but not you” his eyes gleamed as he spoke. “a shame I need you unharmed and untouched” he crooned, his eyes looking over her body, before he stood to leave, his eyes surveying over her form, his arousal clear, as he exited the tent.

The soldiers gave you a similar look as they tied her down and left to stand guard.

And she was left to shiver in the cold tent and pray your someone came to her rescue.

Her mind instantly went to Azriel, the male she had a hopeless crush on since their first meeting.

He had always been kind to her, looked at her with such care, talked to her so softly and never expected anything in return for his kindness.

She had felt a connection with him from the moment she met him, as if there was a string that tied her to him. She only hoped he felt the same.

But she also feared he did, she feared she wouldn’t be good enough, or not enough for a male such as him. Feared that he would rather rescue Elain and leave her in the hands of the enemy.

She didn’t know why she had these thoughts. But they chased her.

Elain had powers, she was useful.

She could talk.

She was everything Daphne wasn’t.

It was a thought she had had her whole life.

Surely, they would prioritize Elain, she was the useful one whereas Daphne was the burden.

Tears feel from her eyes, and feeling of panic overtook her.

She didn’t want to be left behind, she had scarcely even lived.

She felt a tugging in her chest.

Different from the usual tugging she felt whenever she would have an attack.

This one tugged at her heart and flooded it with comfort.

The tears in her eyes fading as she focused on it.

She had felt it before, whenever she was sad or nervous, often a shadow would appear shortly after, and wrap around her wrist.

And this time was no different.

The tugging felt stronger, as if whatever it was that was tugging her was getting closer, and as more shadows entered the tent, and the sound of guards dropping outside. She realised the source of the tug walked into the tent.

“Daphne” Azriel breathed, his blood-spattered face frowning as he took her in. “are you okay?” he questioned, approaching you slowly, “did they-“ he couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t bare to say the words.

Daphne shook her head “no” she breathed “they needed me intact” she said, her tone angry as she recited the words.

Azriel slowly undid her binds, before lifting her into his arms. “ we need to leave now…Feyre has Elain” he mumbled, as if reading her mind and the question on the tip her tongue.

The journey back was long. From being chased and hunted out of Hyberns came, to the actual journey back to camp.

Azriel didn’t leave her side for the rest of the night. In fact, he refused to leave it all together, and the few moments he did, she found herself tugging on that string between them.

They didn’t talk about it, no one mentioned it as they saw her wrapped around his ar, refusing to leave his side.

It wasn’t what was important, at least right now.

For now, they had the war to think about.

She couldn’t remember much leading up to the moment, only the image of her grabbing truthteller, Azriel’s sword, and plunging it into the king of Hyberns neck. Of Nesta’s Scream. Of their father’s neck snapping.

And then there was a burst of golden light, something the heat of the sun flooded the field, taking the life of Hyberns troops.

And then there was nothing but darkness.

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