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anna-hawk · 1 year

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Fallin' with me

Pairing: Frank Castle x GN!Reader Fandom: The Punisher Rating:E 🔞

Warnings: heavy dose of angst

For @lucy-sky 's ask. Thanks again, Lucy. I mixed a bit of smut and a lot of angst for you 🧡🧡🧡.

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With one hand loosely curled under your jaw, while the other one was pushing one of your thighs up towards your chest, Frank drove into you over and over again. Moans and cries of pleasure escaped your lips with each of his thrusts, your walls fluttering around his cock and begging him back inside each time he pulled back. The sight of you and the sounds you made had pleasure shooting down Frank's spine just as much as the grip your body had on him. Your fingers ran up his arms and to his shoulders, the fingertips pushing into the skin, as your cries changed in intensity. You'd done this often enough by now that Frank knew all your body's tells. You were getting close, and Frank wanted to see every emotion running through your expressive eyes.

“Look at me, Sweetheart,” he half commanded, half begged, as he lowered his upper body over yours and pushed your chin up.

Your eyes opened, although only by half, as you fought the onslaught of intense pleasure that kept you from focusing on him immediately.

“Frank,” you breathed brokenly as soon as your gaze fixed on his, and started coming apart under him.

Frank grunted and gasped as you spasmed around his cock. It took his whole concentration to not let go of the hold he had on his release and instead, put it all on watching yours. Only after you started coming down did he allow himself to kiss you ravenously and come inside you with a loud groan, loving the feel of your hands as your fingers stole into his hair to kiss him back with just as much intensity.

He slumped on top of you, but still managed to keep most of his body weight off of you as the kiss went on, the exchange slowing until Frank kissed along your jaw and nuzzled under it. Fingers trailed absently over his back, one hand moving up to his head and playing with the hair, the act having him hum pleasantly. Your hands suddenly came to a halt, and Frank rose onto his elbows as you began squirming underneath him.

“You alright?” Frank asked with a frown and rolled off you since you kept moving around until he did so.

“Yeah, of course. I just have an early shift tomorrow,” you replied with a smile that Frank noticed didn't fully reach your eyes.

Frank only nodded as he watched you head into the small bathroom of his apartment to clean up. He sighed to himself when he heard the shower turn on. It looked like he hadn't been wrong in the end. Everything had been okay between you just a few weeks ago, but then you'd started pulling away from him. It hadn't been obvious from the start, since you weren't actually together. It had happened gradually, and Frank couldn't explain to himself why. He'd tried asking you several times if things were alright, at your job or otherwise, and you'd always replied in the affirmative. As much as he wanted to know what was going on, he also didn't want to push. You were… Frank didn't really know what the two of you were to each other. He'd met you through Matt Murdock, of all people, after they'd worked on a case together and Matt sought the help of a coroner. Which had been you.

Weeks later, you'd been the one to look for Frank. In your line of work, you knew, saw, the horrible things that could be done to a person. You'd come to him one night, full of rage and despair, on the behalf of yet another victim whose murderer would walk free. You hadn't stayed to listen to his answer; only given him a file with an address, and whispered just one word before leaving.

“Please.”

In the little time you'd stood before him, Frank had still been able to see how scared and ashamed you'd been of what you were asking of him. It had been this reaction more than anything that had him opening the file and doing his research before taking his shot.

The evening after he'd taken care of the target, you'd appeared on his doorstep again. He had barely had the time to fully open the door before you'd pressed into his body and sobbed uncontrollably. His arms had instantly wrapped around you and pulled you into the apartment, where he'd held you on the couch until you'd calmed down. With embarrassment all over your face, you'd pulled away from him with an apology and started to rise, only for Frank to hold you still by gently grabby your wrist. That night, you and Frank had come to an agreement to help each other out. You never talked about any of it, however. Being it you giving him a new name or him coming to you for information, you never talked about what would happen once either of you left.

Things had changed again after months of this going on. You'd slowly begun spending more time together before exchanging information, and Frank had even agreed a few times to stay over for dinner. The conversation had flown easily enough, but you'd taken extra care in avoiding the topic that had you sort of working together in the first place. No matter how many times you had sought his help or he yours, he'd been able to tell that it was far from easy on you. As he'd been leaving one evening after dinner, you'd surprised him by kissing him. You'd stared at him with wide eyes a second later, but Frank hadn't let you get out the apology you'd probably been about to say, and leaned in to kiss you into silence.

Rolling onto his back on the bed after putting on a pair of sweatpants, Frank stared at the ceiling with a huff and rubbed over his face. This was getting out of hand. You might not be in a relationship, and Frank had never intended this thing between you to become more than just something of a friend with benefits or even fuck body thing. Yet, Frank couldn't deny that the feelings he had for you weren't as simple as that. You might not talk about the things that Frank did when it came to your agreement, but you still knew things about him that only few people like Curtis, Matt, or Karen did. So having you pull away from him only had him realize how much his feelings for you had changed.

Frank's gaze returned to the bathroom as you came out of it, dressed again and pulling at the collar of your shirt. His jaw ticked as he saw you glance at him briefly before averting your eyes again and looking toward the bedroom door and then down.

“Uh… listen, Frank… I – I think we should – should stop. Stop this… I-” you stammered without looking at him.

Frank blinked a few times before his jaw hardened. He knew that you weren't talking about your arrangement, but about the physical aspect of your relationship. He felt like he should have seen it coming, considering your behavior towards him. It still didn't make any sense to him. If you didn't want him like that anymore, he would accept it, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something off. You'd been upfront with everything from the start, meaning that your elusiveness was wholly unexpected. That's why he said the next word instead of simply agreeing.

“Why?”

Clearly, you had expected him to go with it like he would have any other time because your eyes widened briefly, and you suddenly stilled in your act of putting your shoes back on. You licked your lips and looked away from him before answering.

“I just think it's better that way,” you said softly and finished with your shoes.

Frank got off the bed and joined you, noticing the way your back went rigid at his approach. He frowned.

“Did I-”

“You didn't do anything wrong, Frank,” you talked over him, shooting him a small, but sincere smile before turning around and starting to leave.

A small, sincere and sad smile.

Something inside Frank loosened when he finally saw what was going on. He smiled and ducked his head with a small shake.

“Why?” he repeated, his voice low and soothing. He was relieved to see you stop in the doorway and walked up to you, coming to a halt a few inches away from your back. “Why?”

Your head fell forward, and Frank saw your body shaking with some unshed emotion.

“Frank,” you pleaded, your despair wrenching at his soul like that first night you'd come to him.

This time, however, you didn't leave before hearing his reply. Frank moved up behind you to wrap his arms around you and press his forehead to your shoulder. He was as scared as you about what was happening between you two.

“It's okay, Sweetheart… 'cause you're fallin' with me.”

His feelings for you were clear, but he couldn't say the actual words out loud yet. Just as much as he knew that you weren't ready to say them either. The feeling still too raw and new to be formed into words.

You heard him loud and clear, nonetheless, since you collapsed against him with a choked out sob. Turning you around to face him, Frank pulled you tight against him and closed his eyes as you hugged him fast.

It would be alright, as long as you were falling together.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle #frank castle smut #frank castle angst #reader insert #gn reader #the punisher #jon bernthal #frank castle fanfiction #mes fics

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torukmaktoskxawng · 1 year

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Fic in the works

Hey, do me a favor? Read this please? It’s been a work in progress long before this blog was made (and yet it still doesn’t even have a title) and I wanna know if people would read it just by the Prologue alone...

It’s an oc fic, but please don’t let that discourage you. It’s a Tonowari x Oc x Ronal fic and the Oc is Jake’s younger sister (I know, not very original, but I like to think I’ve branched out and created a unique story with different situations that I haven’t seen in a Jake!sister fic yet). Again, this is just the Prologue.

Warning: Swearing, angst, sibling resentment, mentions of death and suicide. It’s giving “older sibling is leaving and moving on with their lives and younger sibling is mad because they only see it is abandonment and can’t fathom having to live in this shit world alone.”

EARTH, OVER TWENTY YEARS AGO...

It's like a switch turned off in his head.

One minute he's drinking and actually enjoying life for once, the next he's thrown out of the bar and had been told his twin brother was dead. Seeing Tommy's body numbed everything, sobering Jake up before he even had a chance to puke the stuff out. It's one thing for his legs to stop working, it's another for his emotions to stop as well. The man barely said a word or even composed a proper emotion during the whole funeral process. After watching his brother's body being cremated, he hadn't been angry or even devastated by the loss. There wasn't a single tear shed on Jake's behalf during the service, his mind droning out the words exchanged and the condolences given.

Now, he sat in his wheelchair, staring out the window of his sister's crammed two-room apartment, not far down the road from his own living space. His hair was long and unkept with the idea of shaving it all off tomorrow, the dress jacket he had worn for the service now tossed to the couch behind him. The shaggy, old apartment didn't have much for lights, least of all a view, the only green to be seen being the lights of signs indicating a restaurant or a dollar store right outside. The familiar sound of ice clinking softly together in a glass could be heard behind him, along with a woman's voice.

"Jake? Jake."

"Hm."

The woman's voice drew closer as she crossed the room to him, "I found a job opening down the street. 'Pay is good. Thought we might check it out together?"

Looking up, Jake is met with a small glass with about a couple gulps worth of whiskey in it, and two ice cubes to make up for the shitty water content. He glances up at his sister as she offers the glass to him and he eventually takes the drink but doesn't acknowledge her words. Kayla's head tilts to the side, studying his reaction before speaking again, "What is it?"

His jaw tightens, taking the time to stare down at his drink while he finds the words, "... I'm taking Tommy's job. I'm gonna be shipped out on a shuttle tomorrow afternoon. In about... six years, I'll be landing on Pandora."

"... Really."

"Money's good," he tries offering the bright side, despite his brooding behavior. He gulps back his entire drink with one tip back of his head, tolerating the burn of alcohol before setting the empty glass on the window sill, "And they need someone with Tommy's face and DNA in order to sync up with the avatar they designed for him. I'll be saving them millions of dollars."

He doesn't need to see her face to know that Kayla was trying to refrain from scowling, "You don't know a single thing about science. You're a war dog."

"Not anymore, clearly," Jake muttered while his hands touched the wheels of his chair.

"You know what I mean. I mean you barely passed high school--"

"'And Tommy passed with flying colors', yeah I know," he responds flatly, a bad taste starting to form in his mouth, "I've heard that plenty of times, trust me."

"Jake-- why are you telling me all this the night before you're meant to leave?"

He finally looks up at her. Plain-faced and pale, Kayla still had a shadow of youth in her eyes, with plenty of life ahead of her. She may not be a twin like Jake and Tommy, but she still bore the resemblance of a Sully. Narrow nose, thin lips, dull blue eyes, and a pointed chin, Jake's younger sister could easily be misinterpreted as his twin now that Tom was no longer around. The thought made his stomach clench and the taste in his mouth got worse.

"So you wouldn't be able to stop me."

She huffs, unimpressed as she took a long sip of her own beverage, "Well, at least you're honest when you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

"When are you not drunk these days?" She hissed, "Do you think those scientists will take on a drunk in the RDA or whatever-the-fuck it's called?"

"I'll sober up in my cryotube. I'll be clean in six years and it'll only feel like six hours for me. It's a win-win."

"You mean a win-win-lose because that still means leaving behind your only living family member. Whatever happened to 'Sullys stick together?'"

Jake scoffs while taking a hand to rub his tired face, "You're not a kid anymore. You can make your own living, and start your own family. You don't need me and you definitely don't need this lifestyle. You could do anything with your life without your crippled brother holding you back--"

"Who died and made you the sole decision-maker of what I do with my life?"

"You're clearly leaving an opening for me to say 'everyone died.'"

She pointedly slammed her drink down on the window sill before she turned to walk away, "Fuck you."

"Kayla..." With his sister still exiting, Jake grabbed his wheelchairs ad made the motion to go after her, his arrogance and pent-up emotions now starting to boil over, "Hey! Kayla! What the hell do you want from me?!"

"I want to be the first choice!" She screams, whipping back around to point an accusing finger down at him, "For once! I have never been put first over anything else ever! Not with Mom or Dad. Not with Tommy. And now not even with you!"

The snarl he lets out startled even him, bitter coldness dripping from his words, "Grow up, Kayla."

"What, is it childish to feel wanted?"

"Yes! That's not how you survive out here!" He emphasizes this by swinging an arm in the direction of the window.

"Stomping down feelings and a need for your family will ensure your survival?"

"'A need for your family?'" He grins up at her, incredulous and in disbelief, "Do you even hear yourself? It's not like I'm your first choice for a caring older brother!"

"No, you're not. You're always drunk, mean, and miserable these days."

"Hence why you don't need me holding you back--"

"Shut the fuck up!" She roars back, "Only you can hold you back. So stop trying to sell me this bullshit excuse that you're not worth keeping around only so you can ditch me! Because that's what you really want, isn't it? To ditch your sister?"

The room is silent apart from both siblings trying to regain their breath and posture. Jake had a hard time admitting that his voice had cracked when he managed to tone down the volume, "... No matter how I answer that... it won't be an answer you like."

Pain flashed in her eyes, a visual that would continue to haunt Jake from that day forward. Kayla's dirty-colored hair spills over one shoulder as she straightens herself up, towering over Jake, the hurt quickly being replaced by a wall of cement that quickly hardened behind her blue eyes. Her face relaxed into an expression that slowly bubbled with anger instead of pain, her voice dripping with venom, "You're right. Because you're either leaving me here because you don't want me to watch you die, or you're leaving to start a new life without any reminders of me. Either way, you're a sick son of a bitch and I wish you died instead of Tommy! Go to Hell!"

For added measure, she takes her foot and kicks at his wheelchair, pushing Jake back as he rounds back with more hateful words, quick to defend and pity himself, "I'm already in Hell! Living here, breathing this air, looking like this! This whole place is fucking Hell and I'm sick of it! You can love life as much as you want and make the most of it, but it's still a dying dream! I hate it here! I'd rather blow my brains out on Pandora than here! At least there's something nice to look at when that happens!"

The silence is nearly deafening the apartment, Jake's ragged breaths of anger pounding in his ears as he glares up at Kayla. Spontaneous tears spilled out of her eyes the second Jake found the time to blink, her breaths shaking as she tried to control herself from letting out any pathetic noise resembling a sob. It was a struggle, to be sure, as Jake watched her entire composure slowly crumble and shake, trying to grasp whatever dignity she had left.

"I hate you..." the words sound forced out, but they stab Jake straight in the chest, nonetheless. Kayla's voice croaked as she continued the verbal lashing, "I hate you..." She furiously wipes away her tears with the collar of her dress shirt that she had worn for her big brother's funeral, "When I wake up tomorrow, you better be gone by then."

The pent-up rage had been released in a cold laugh under his breath as Jake tightly gripped his wheels, "How about I do us both a favor and leave now!"

He rolls past her and makes it to the door, letting it slide open for him with a bit of a struggle due to the little power left in the mechanics of it. He doesn't turn back as he aggressively wheels forward, calling over his shoulder, "Have a good life, kid."

"Fuck you, Jake."

Then the door slides shut once more.

So? Maybe? Obviously I don’t wanna give away too much so I hope it captured your attention. I’ve written so much for this fic and haven’t post a single chapter. You guys are the first to see this. I think that if I had support, I’d finally have the motivation and courage to let it out into the world as corny as it sounds. Anyway, thank you for reading it anyway!

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mournmeal · 6 months

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Good evening my mourning doves! I’m in the market for some longterm roleplay partners / friends for Baldur’s Gate 3! Please read it all to avoid confusion BEFORE reaching out. If this all sounds good to you then feel free to message me! I won’t bite. …. I’ll bite you if you ask. THE VOICES. Sorry it was my demons.

Also wanted to add just in case this may apply to someone’s interest, if you are seeking for a Tav ( or Durge ) to write with, are fine with them being a woman and you are wanting to write Astarion ( Spawn or Ascended ), Raphael, Haarlep, any of them you can also reach out to me!

( And for anyone who finds this and recognizes me, I promise to work on your reply early tomorrow or at some point tonight. )

ABOUT MYSELF :

• I’m 24 and you can call me Asta. Any pronouns are fine by me.

• I will only write with adults who are 20 and will gladly accept older. Please do respect this boundary.

• I’d say my style is Multiple Paragraph Novella. A sucker for details and tend to get carried away when enjoying the roleplay. No need to match length, but do give me something to work with. I write in third person.

• Currently unable to work, but have intentions to work from home. Though this means I will be very active. And at ungodly hours …

• I have decided to no longer be ghost friendly. This goes for myself and others. So, to avoid wasting handing out my discord I’d prefer we feel each other out before that exchange. If I get busy with anything I will properly give a heads up. Should I be away for a long period of time.

• I am comfortable writing mature content ( whether that be dark themes. containing violence, blood, dead dove, to smut. ) However I do not want mainly smut focused roleplays. And I do not want to be thrown in head first into smut. Rich Plot with smut my beloved. THOUGH we can still make nsfw headcanons whenever we please.

WHAT I OFFER :

• A longer term writing partner and friend. I’d love to vibe with you ! Match each other’s energy. I don’t want the connection to be transactional. Let’s bond over our silly little game with our silly little characters.

• Love writing OC x CC. And would love to hype up the ship of your Tav / Durge with the character you want.

• Currently accepting double ups! I am more than happy to play any origin character you desire. Or any other characters. Examples being Rolan, Raphael, Haarlep, you get the idea.

• Parings can be MxM. FxF. FxM. NBxF. NBxM. Whatever! This is a safe space. Trans Tavs/Durges are always welcome!

• Me being absolutely down bad for your Tav / Durge. I will hype that babe up like my life depends on it. If you can’t tell, I adore when people create their own characters and give them lore. Flood me with pictures of them, with your headcanons, ALL OF IT. I crave sustenance. Me having to resist the urge of saying our Tav’s should kiss.

• We can have our own little discord server to send moodboards, headcanons, music, videos edits, and the list goes on. Let’s gush over our characters and ships like insane friends do. Literally. Go crazy. I will chime right in any hour. … As long as I’m not napping.

• I enjoy sprinkling other characters into my writings to really help set the scene or add some more depth / detail to our storyline. So if we end up in a situation where they are needed or if we just want them there from time to time for plot - I can do that.

• Also? If you have BG3 on computer WE SHOULD PLAY IT TOGETHER SOMETIME. Let’s go create mass chaos. But be warned I do encourage trying to fight everything.

WHAT I’D LIKE :

• Honestly damn near everything I already stated above. LMFAO.

• Longterm writing partners / friends only. Consistency will be important. As I’m also going to try and be that way too. So if you know you ghost don’t bother.

• I’d like to write as my Tav / Durge who is a female. ( I plan to make more with various gender identities for other runs! And sexualities. This one is pansexual.)

• For her love interest in think maybe Astarion? ( Spawn or Ascended. ) Raphael? Haarlep? My answer may change depending on my muse at the moment so who knows. ( You can still want for me to write as them for you! )

• Would love for our Tav’s / Durge’s to interact! Love making headcanons for them. Creating a dynamic for them.

• Anyone who wants to write dark themes here and there! Dead dove is allowed! We just need to discuss it of course for each other’s comfort. Eat up whatever drama we want going on.

• Speaking of drama. Should you want some where some other character seems to have eyes for your Tav / Durge to get some jealous action … I will fuel that fire. As I’ve said before. We can go crazy. It’s roleplay, let’s have fun!

• Let’s make moodboards, throw / bounce headcanons, share music, create au’s even, whatever we want.

• If anything else comes to mind I’ll throw it here or in our messages. But yes. Message me if interested!! Look forward to meeting you!

#baldurs gate roleplay #baldurs gate rp #bg3 rp #baldurs gate 3 rp #baldurs gate 3 roleplay #Baldur’s Gate 3 RP #Baldur’s Gate 3 Roleplay #SHUT UP I DONT KNOW IF THIS SHIT IS CASE SENSATIVE OR ANYTHING

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deadthingposting · 1 year

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Funny shit that happened to me today

So couple years back me and my mom used to have this agreement of watching tv shows together we watched the good place and Sherlock and all those anyway I got her to watch good omens season one with me and here's the thing my mom is not homophobic she is just a 40 something woman trying her best but I still feel uncomfortable talking about lgbtq issues with my gen x catholic Latina mother

Anyway we watched good omens (that she calls the "little angel and little demon series") and she was obsessed she had been bothering me about season two since we finished season one and I was always felt divided because I wanted my ship to be Canon but I didn't wanted to watch their first kiss around my mom

So I told her today that season two dropped and the exchange went basically like this

Me in clear distress: so season two dropped and i saw spoilers sorry ... *deep breath* look it looks the season is fun but the angel...

My mom: they are gay aren't they ?

Me: how did you find out ?

My mom in a *how dumb do you think i am tone*: Apollo they went to restaurants together... we gonna watch it tomorrow

So yeah even my mom was "theres no straight explanation for them"

Now do I think she ships them?

Absolutely, like no doubt all the other "ships" my mom have(she watches a lot of anime and doramas) are the same opossite attracted enemies to lovers thing so she probably ships them

Cant wait to see this show destroyed her like it destroyed me

#good omens spoilers #good omens #innefable husbands #azicrow #this will be fun #aziraphale #crowley

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theluckywizard · 10 months

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Happy friday lucky!! For some Rose Backstory, "We were always meant to say goodbye" (could be with her old fiance or the gamemaster or some other tryst)

Maybe not the backstory you were expecting, but here's another random chunk of distraction fic I cooked up last Friday! For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 892 Ship: Rose Trevelyan x Garrett Hawke Characters: Rose Trevelyan, Garrett Hawke, Bethany, Varric, Bann and Lady Trevelyan. Leandra Hawke 🥺

CW: Major character death (canon)

Rose weeps for him. Still unclear about the details other than that they were too dark to share in any sort of public announcement, she watches him through the hungry flames of the pyre and lets her tears wash her cheeks. Bethany stands beside him, and her Templar escort behind her.

And Garrett watches Rose.

His look is carried on more than a year of their letters. Thick ones with words and doodles crammed up the margins. Letters that had taken all the embers they’d left behind and fanned them into a steady blaze. Ones her parents tolerated with worn out hopes that she might come around to the idea of marriage after all. But the news of Leandra’s death had reached the Trevelyans and they’d departed for Kirkwall before Garrett's own letter would have arrived.

All the color and spunk is banished from his gaze, leaving behind an agonized, depleted look that reaches desperately across for hers. It pleads with her for a thousand things and hers offers them all, bare before him in all her stiff Wintermarch finery.

Kirkwall’s first families make a show of mourning her while Hawke’s friends hang back behind him in a mix of armor and formalwear. The Chantry’s high cleric, Mother Elthina reads from the chant.

I shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the Fade

For there is no darkness, nor death either, in the Maker's Light

And nothing that He has wrought shall be lost.

Rose lets her words slip into a hum in the back of her mind as she focuses on Garrett through the pyre, working out how she might slip from her family later to see him. What could she possibly say? Their reunion was never supposed be like this. They’d joked in letters that he’d make the ride and they’d steal away to some secret corner of Fenwick to forget about everything for an afternoon. The undercurrent of more flowed steadily under their exchange

Rose moves along with the rest of the Trevelyans in the receiving line, her parents leading her. The line lumbers to a simple dirge, a lone chantry sister singing to the soft, hollow tones of a tom. She hurries to gather the right words, ones that might capture the morass of feeling that twists inside her, but she’s suffocated by them. And when he touches her hand would everyone see what lies between them?

First her father shakes Garrett's hand in his and then her mother clasps his in both of hers. And then she steps before him, her cheeks shining in the mute light of an overcast winter day. He accepts her hand but then reaches up to brush a tear of hers aside with his thumb. The curious looks of his friends and others present bear down upon them, pressing their time together.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he murmurs, hanging on to her gloved hand with his.

“I know,” she says, observing that his hair is cut much shorter than it had been the last time she saw him. His eyes were somehow bluer than she remembered, but all around them is creased and darkened by exhaustion. An incipient beard adorns his jaw, evidence he’s been too preoccupied to care for himself since his mother passed.

“Where are you staying?”

“The Flying Harp.”

He nods. “I’ll come visit.”

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” Rose tells him. The protest in his eyes is immediate. He’d had her for a week last time.

“So soon?” Bethany asks, her cheeks mottled and lashes sticky. “I was hoping you might get to spend some time here.” She glances up at her brother and then back at her Templar keeper behind her. Rose presses Bethany’s hands between hers like they’ve known each other longer than the scant few hours they’d sat together the last time.

“Fenwick is but two days’ ride,” Rose tells her and then flicks a meaningful look back to Garrett.

“You’re holding the line, dear,” says Alsatia over her shoulder, tugging on Rose’s elbow.

Varric hurries after her in such a way that he draws sharp looks from each of her parents.

“Lady Rose, wait,” he says. “You’re not really leaving tomorrow, are you?”

“I’m at the mercy of my parents,” Rose explains.

“He needs you,” says the dwarf. “I mean— I could use the back up. He hasn’t taken any visitors.”

“I’ll try to see him. No guarantees. They’re not easy to escape,” she says softly, glancing back at them.

“You know if you’d stayed last time, things would be different,” mutters the dwarf. “You know that right?”

Rose feels her indignance rise against such an obvious conclusion. “Maybe. But even you know he and I were always meant to say goodbye. It was a mutual decision.”

Varric looks admonished, troubled by the whole affair, Rose suspects. If it hadn’t been obvious from her first visit, Garrett's letters confirmed that Leandra was their a mother hen, welcoming and attending to Garrett's odd gang in spite of the antiquated judgments she’d unleash when they weren’t around. The dwarf pleads with her again. “You gotta try, Freckles.”

The nickname takes her back— Garrett Hawke the Nug King and his lady friend Freckles. She flushes at the remembrance and flicks her eyes back to his.

“The Flying Harp, Varric. Tell him to find me there.”

#DA2 #Hawke x Trevelyan #MatchmakingMoms!AU #rose trevelyan #Garrett Hawke #Blue-purple Hawke #Long distance love #whumpy reunion #Leandra Hawke #Dragon Age 2 #Canon Divergence #Kiss Me Moonstruck

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thecheesebar · 3 years

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Ship Rules

Selca Ships [All Ship requests are Open]

Rules

Send in 2-3 photos of yourself and I’ll ship you with who I think suits your visuals

Request up to 4 groups at a time

I can do private ships, just request if wanted

I won’t do any description since it’s just based off of selcas

Please be patient as I have a life, ha jk but you know what I mean.

Groups for selca ships include:

TXT

Seventeen

TWICE

Astro

Omega X

The Boyz

Stray Kids

✨I hope you all have a wonderful day!!!!!✨

Ship Exchange

🎊CONGRATULATIONS!!!!🎊 You found this secret ship I’m doing, jk it ain’t no secret but it’s hidden...sorta.

Basically it’s a you ship me, I ship you situation

Rules

You ship me with one of the TXT members based on my personality description (at the bottom of this). If you would like a picture of me as well, you can just ask and I’ll send it to your direct messages.

And basically as soon as you send in who you ship me with, I’ll start working on yours right away

I’ll try to add a short reason as to why I ship you with that member (however you don’t have to do that for me but it would be fun if you did)

When you ship me please you can send it in asks or submissions

Also please be patient as this is a new thing I’m trying

Sorry if this was confusing, if you need more clarification just message me

My Personality Description

Some facts about me, I’m a 00’ liner and 5’8.

Personality wise - I like to think of myself as the “comic relief” type of character. I kind of say anything that comes to my mind, which is mostly just silly comments. I don’t really take anything seriously, which could be a problem at times . But I’m very giggly and friendly. I am however, very quiet when you first meet me, because I am nervous but once I get close to someone I’m super loud. I’d rather hang out with a few close friends than a huge group of people. I’ve also learned recently that I’m very blunt.

Hobbies - I love to dance, I used to tap dance for about 9 years, but I wouldn’t say I’m super great at it. Currently, I do a lot of dance covers. I love binge watching shows and movies. I watch a lot of mainly cartoons. And oh foooooooddd, sorry I love food , I am slightly picky but I do like to try new things.

This is a long description. Yours doesn’t have to be this long but the more details the better

❣️Thank you!❣️

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newbie-whovian · 2 years

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I am Asexual and Aromantic I just want to see a QPR (queer platonic relationship, forgot what other word is for the Q. That what I know it as) Can I request a 10th doctor x Platonic S/O reader that is immortal with Rose that hits at the Doctor and the Reader has this open/polygamous relationship type thing. That we push the doctor to seek out Romantic relationships but Rose has to understand that Doctor would choose us, we are his primary Relationship. But overall The three of us become a throuple( 3 people in the relationship). Thank you😀😀

Sorry if this is a lot if you need something clear up message me.

Sincerely ~

(Oh absolutely! Thank you for the ask! Let me know if I need to tweak anything)

Movie Night - The Tenth Doctor x Rose Tyler x Platonic!Reader

The Doctor caught himself admiring his partners from across the console again; it was fairly easy to do, in his defense. You were right there and so very easy to admire.

He often felt spoiled, being able to say that the two most precious people in his life got to travel with him. He'd met Rose when he still wore a different face but he'd met you in the body he had now; you’d sent out a distress signal from your stranded spacecraft, close to accepting the fact that no one was coming for you when a strange blue box materialized in your cabin.

A door opened and a man with odd hair and a blonde woman with a pink jacket emerged, and once a fair amount of blinking objects had been waved over your ship’s controls, they introduced themselves as the Doctor and Rose Tyler. Interrupted by a cacophony of alarm bells, the Doctor invited you inside the box; apparently your ship was spiraling out of control into a supernova. You agreed, remarking that the inside seemed much larger than the outside to which the Doctor replied, “Heard that one quite a bit.”

They offered you the chance to travel with them, and you agreed. You’d been with them ever since.

Today seemed to be a bit of a lazy day, the kind of day that came few and far between, so you and Rose had schemed to have the Doctor join you for some movies. Rose was dreadful at playing subtle, and as the two of you exchanged crafty glances across the console, her tongue was trapped between her teeth. Thankfully, the Doctor remained oblivious for the time being, watching a monitor as he tried to coax the TARDIS into the course he had planned for tomorrow.

Rose slid into place next to him at the console, saying in what she’d hoped was a coy tone, “Doing anything dreadfully important?”

“Other than trying to make sure we actually end up in Regency era England instead of the center of a supernova, naaah, nothing too important,” he said with a theatrical tug of a lever.

You rolled your eyes and said, “C’mon, the TARDIS can handle herself. Let’s have a lazy day, how about it?” Rose backed you up with a nod, saying, “We’ve got popcorn and everything, and there's so many movies you've got to see, why not start now?"

He continued to circle the console, looking up at the ceiling as he muttered, "Alright alright, you know I can't ever win when the two of you join forces." He pressed a few last buttons before clapping his hands together, saying, "Do your worst!"

Rose rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed his hand, tugging him along behind her as you followed with a laugh.

"Well that's not how time travel works!"

"That's not the point!"

"I think that's very much the point! And why would his time machine need gas? That's ridiculous!"

"Because he made it from a car, and cars need gas to run!"

"That's rubbish!"

The three of you were sitting on a couch in some dark room somewhere in the TARDIS, halfway through the last movie in the Back to the Future trilogy and the Doctor had some opinions, naturally. You were nearing the bottom of your popcorn bucket and Rose occasionally reached over for a handful, taking bites between deflecting criticism from the Doctor on her taste in sci-fi.

"I thought the one with the buff German fellow was a doozy, but this is just ridiculous," he said, gesturing with the candy bar he held in his hand.

He stood with a small huff. "I'm going to check our headings."

"You better not be ducking out!" Rose called behind him, watching as he left without another word. She paused the movie with a sigh and leaned back on the couch, offering you a smile.

"He's a handful, but I love him," she said, "have for quite a while now, even back when he was all… leather."

You returned her smile and said, "Leather? Oh lord."

"Yeah, he had this jacket, don't ever think he took it off until… well, he regenerated, and I guess this one didn't like the look too much."

A thought occurred to her and she asked, "What do you think he'll do, once we're gone?"

You glanced back up at the frozen image on the TV screen, sitting silent for a moment before answering, "I have no clue. But I hope he can move on, I mean, I hope he doesn't spend the rest of… however long he lives hung up over us."

"Yeah, that'd be no good," she said, "I want him to be happy."

She smiled again and gave you a playful punch on the shoulder, "And I want you happy too. I care about you both, you know."

You laughed slightly. "I care about you too, both of you, even if you are hooligans," you said, taking another bite of popcorn.

The Doctor strode back inside the room, flopping down on the couch in between you two and saying, "Right! Back to 'trying to kickstart a time machine with horses!'"

Rose wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying, "Whatever, you big goof."

He gave you both a cheeky smile and started the movie back up, tearing into another candy bar.

The three of you watched the movie with occasional comments from the Doctor, and after a minute you rested your head on his shoulder. He smiled and let his head rest back against the couch; how did he get so lucky?

#doctor who #doctor who fic #tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #rose tyler #rose tyler x reader #platonic #qpr #queer platonic relationship

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helpistolethesecharacters · 3 years

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Love Conquers All

Zuko x Male Reader

Word Count: 1856

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Y/n could understand where Zuko was coming from, but he knew he wouldn't be surprised if it didn't go as well as he had perhaps envisioned.

It was all very well and good that he had finally found his way, but he had hurt the Avatars group a fair bit before finding his way. Y/n also knew that as someone who had been a part of Zuko's attempts to hurt them, he had no leg to stand on in helping smooth the situation over. He hadn't been as single-minded in his focus on capturing the Avatar, but he had only cared because Zuko cared.

He didn't think that would matter to them, but then, Y/n didn't particularly care one way or the other how they felt about him. The only person who mattered to him was Zuko. Well, and Iroh, but that was a given of anyone who had met the calm old man.

When they made it to the kids campsite Y/n hung back, staying by the exit. It wasn't that he didn't trust them not to ambush him and Zuko, oh wait, it was that. Never mind.

Y/n watched the exchange carefully. He could feel it in the air mere seconds before she struck.

Faster than their eyes could follow, Y/n moved. By the time that everyone had caught up with the events, Y/n was standing in front of Zuko, sheathing his sword after having deflected Katara's water whip.

Silence reigned for a single heartbeat. Then Katara shrieked in outrage.

"How dare you!"

Y/n was sure she was still speaking, but he had a habit of being selectively deaf when it most benefited him.

And then, with almost no warning she was throwing water at him with increasingly wild movements.

It was no match for Y/n's technique.

It wasn't common knowledge, in fact, he had hidden it for most of his life, but Y/n was an airbender.

Yeah, literally the biggest lie in their world was that there were no more airbenders. The Air Nomads had had the practice of removing non-benders from their society and giving them to the other kingdoms.

What they didn't know was that all it took was for the right circumstances to happen and suddenly you had airbenders in the descendants of those non-benders.

It didn't change much ultimately, they were so few that they wouldn't ever be considered a threat to anyone, not that the Air Nomads had been when the Fire Nation had attacked them a hundred years ago.

What it all came down to, was a confused child suddenly developing powers that no one was able to control anymore.

Luckily for Y/n, the only person who had been around the first time he had bended was Zuko. As secrets tend to do, it had bound the two closer together than anyone would have thought ever since that day.

It was a loyalty that had seen Y/n stowing away on the ship Zuko had been banished on, and one that had been returned by Zuko had never once considered that the apparently Fire Nation child could be the reborn Avatar.

What it came down to, was that Katara was having no luck besting Y/n. Much as he wanted to put her in her place properly, Y/n knew that what they were trying to accomplish here would be hurt by that. From the looks of things though, they might have lost that chance.

Y/n stayed on the defensive, letting her tire herself out instead of outright attacking. He was worried about the look the Avatar was giving him though. That wide eyed expression couldn't mean anything good for his secret. He had always known that it would come out eventually, but he had hoped it would last longer than this dammit!

"Katara stop!"

The kid was trying to get in between then now, but the water tribe girl was apparently past the point of caring. She was just not backing down.

"Wait, I wanna talk to him!"

"No! They need to get out of here and never come back!"

Y/n was sure that her words might have been more intimidating if she weren't so clearly out of her league. He decided to ignore the voice in the back of his head that whispered that if he had used even half of his abilities properly before this they might have caught the Avatar long ago.

The element of surprise couldn't be taken for granted after all, and judging from the kid's reaction just now, all they would have had to do was show him Y/n's powers and he probably would have stayed on the ship that first day.

Y/n pulled himself out of his thoughts with a shrug. It was a bit late for that right now.

The Avatar had managed to get between Y/n and Katara, and seemed to be trying to talk her down from her rage. Y/n watched, only mildly interested. This wasn't how he had thought today would go.

He turned to Zuko, who was still standing behind him.

"Are you okay?"

He just looked Y/n over, head to toe looking for injuries.

"I'm fine, but are you sure it was a good idea to show them that? I could have taken a few hits. I've had worse before, you know that."

Y/n clenched his jaw at the reminder.

"I know. I'm sorry. You know how I feel about you willingly putting yourself in danger though. You didn't even try to defend yourself. Don't think I didn't spot that."

Y/n leveled a flat stare at Zuko.

He at least had the good grace to blush in shame and hide behind his fringe.

Y/n turned back to the group of kids gathered in front of them.

He gave them his best blank stare. He had nothing more to say to them, this was about Zuko teaching the Avatar firebending after all.

Besides, he was sure that anything he said would be twisted around and spat back at him by the water tribe girl.

"You're an airbender!"

Y/n refused to give up his secret that easily.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The little blind girl perked up.

"You're lying. You are an airbender? I thought they were all wiped out."

Y/n stubbornly refused to respond. He could see the water tribe girl's eye narrow at his silence. She was just about to explode on him again when Y/n felt a shift in the air. Less than a second later he felt Zuko's hand on his shoulder.

He slumped slightly. Damn Zuko's soft heart.

"Yes. I can bend air."

The shout of pure joy that the Avatar let out was enough to make Y/n feel slightly guilty about keeping it from him the whole time he had been after him.

"I'm not alone! There must be more, right? Some of the monks survived and hid right? Please tell me!"

Man, this kid was excitable, and as happy as he was, Y/n didn't want to be the one to tell him that he was wrong. He couldn't take the soft option of letting Zuko tell him though, they would probably turn on the both of them and Zuko wouldn't be able to fulfill his destiny.

"No."

"No you're not going to tell him?"

That girl was really starting to get on Y/n's nerves.

"No, they didn't survive."

That shut her up.

It also made the kid tear up, but there was no point building a lie just to make him feel better in this moment. That would be more cruel than the truth.

"The only reason that I exist right now is because of your ancestors though. Your people had a practice of testing their babies for airbending potential."

The Avatar was nodding along. Good, this wouldn't be a surprise to him.

"Well, when they showed to be non-benders your people gave them away. They were sent off to the other kingdoms, not welcome in, nor considered to be, a part of the Air Nomads."

"Air Nomads are airbenders, so if they aren't airbenders they aren't Air Nomads. That's just the way things are."

Y/n grit his teeth. It was an old hurt, but it still stung. He pulled in a deep breath and the only thing that stopped him from screaming about the injustice of it all was Zuko's hand that was still on his shoulder lending him the strength to continue.

"Your people were wrong. Occasionally their methods would be wrong, and they would let a bender slip away into another kingdom. But more than that, its in our blood, in the thing that makes us who we are. When enough of your ancestors were born from the Air Nomads, no matter whether they could bend themselves or not, you have the possibility to end up as a bender."

The Avatar's jaw was hanging open as he stared in horror at Y/n.

"But, they couldn't possibly have known that! If they had, maybe they wouldn't have done what they did."

Y/n's eyes shone with a dark light. This was something he would ultimately have to give up, but it was worth planting the seed if he could.

"So your saying that the only possible use non-benders have is the possibility of benders being born from them?"

The Avatar stopped cold and stared at Y/n in horror.

"What? No! Of course not!"

"Then what? You had no problem with the idea that they would be thrown away like yesterday's garbage up until now. The only thing that's changed is this piece of information."

Y/n pulled back as he saw the tears form in the Avatar's eyes.

"Think on that for a while. You have a non-bender in your group. Do you consider him to be useless?"

The kids all looked like they had been hit over the head.

Y/n was sure that this would be the end of their interaction for the day.

"We'll come back tomorrow. Maybe then we can talk without resorting to violence."

He turned back to Katara who looked like she was getting ready to unleash whatever thoughts had been happening in that head of hers.

"Before you put your foot in it, consider this. We have two things you want. One you desperately need, the other, something you desperately want. Have a good night."

Zuko turned and walked back the way they had come, with Y/n bringing up the rear. He didn't trust them not to attack them from behind.

Y/n hoped that with the reminder that they needed Zuko to teach the Avatar firebending, they would be more open to meeting the next day. If that weren't enough, then there was the added bonus of Y/n being the only other airbender that they knew. He was sure that the Avatar wouldn't be able to resist the pull to be around someone who was like him for long.

Either way, they still had a long way to go to convince them that they didn't want to hurt them and that this wasn't a trap.

'Oh well,' Y/n thought as he lay sleepily beside their fire, 'things always look better in the morning.'

#Zuko x Male Reader #Atla #avatar the last airbender #male reader

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inkandpen22 · 2 years

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Chaotic as the Sea (7/?)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Female!Reader

Warning: Mild swearing

Word Count: 1.8k

Part Summary: As the Black Pearl travels to Tortuga, Y/N and Jack continue to argue about how to handle Blackbeard's aggression. Privately, they each try to cope with the problem in their own ways.

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Y/N

The Pearl rocks as the ship sails closer and closer to Tortuga. The warm breeze from the open ocean brushes my hair back like I'm riding on the clouds. At the bow, I sit with my eyes resting, listening to the waves as they crush against the sides. It's so tranquil up here, far from the action of the deck and the panic that radiates from all of the men currently. They fear Blackbeard and rightfully so, they would be dumb not to be afraid. Yet, I still grow frustrated with the position I'm in. They're willingly keeping me on board despite the danger and instead of being grateful for their sacrifice I wish they would be selfish. I wish they would desert me on some island, at least then I wouldn't feel so trapped. Run from Blackbeard so he doesn't make me his prisoner, but in exchange, I must be a prisoner on the Pearl... always running.

A vast ocean with no limits and yet I'm confined to one route... the route leading to Tortuga.

"I know you're there," I announce right as the floorboards creak behind me.

Jack begins to protest. "But-"

I snicker. "You're not exactly stealthy, Jack."

"Uh... What are you doing?" He questions.

"Trying to clear my head," I remark a matter-of-factly, considering he's interrupting my task.

"Are you..." He hesitates, shifting closer until I see his shadow hovering over me. "Did you have one of those dreams again about Blackbeard?"

"No, don't worry." My eyes flicker open slowly and are met with the sight of the shimmering horizon. "I think if I relax my mind then perhaps I can figure out what it all means."

"The dreams?" He presses, kneeling down beside me.

I turn my head to glance at his eyes. "All of it. I understand why Blackbeard wants me. He knows I can lead him to the Fountain of Youth. In order to access the Fountain, one needs the tear of a mermaid. What I'm saying is I don't understand why Blackbeard wants me or my powers so badly. There are others -- very few but others -- who know where the Fountain is, why go through the trouble of collecting me in particular?"

He reaches up and plays with the ends of my hair with a troubled expression. "I wish I knew..." He mutters as his eyes fall to the strands he holds.

A yawn escapes me. I attempt to fight it before Jack notices but to no avail.

"You should get some rest, Love. We'll arrive in Tortuga by tomorrow evening."

"I'm fine." I try to convince him with a confident shake of the head. "I have tea to help."

"But you haven't slept in days and-"

"I'm aware!" I snap.

Jack's features shift to an even more worrisome frown, only adding to my guilt.

"I'm sorry..." I mumble, placing my hand on his knee.

His eyebrows scrunch together as he wears a weak smile. "Don't be."

"I can't fall asleep when I'm afraid that I may never wake up or that I'll find myself in the middle of the ocean," I confess.

"If you sleep during the day I can keep an eye on you," he suggests as he's done many times since he saved me from falling overboard.

"No, no, you already have enough responsibilities," I reason. "A whole crew to look after. I won't add to them."

He cups my face and peers into my eyes sternly. "Taking care of you is my first priority."

I lean into his touch as my hand reaches up and covers his own. I feel a thousand times more at ease with Jack near and it makes me realize how truly exhausted I am. The warmth of his hand could put me to sleep for weeks.

"Oi, Captain!" Mr. Gibbs calls from the wheel urgently, causing both of us to look in his direction swiftly.

Jack and I look back at one another with a collective disappointment for the interruption.

"Love..." Jack sighs.

I offer him a weak but convincing smile. "It's truly alright, Mo Chuisle. I'm perfectly well. You'd know if I wasn't." (My Darling/My Pulse)

He stares into my eyes utterly torn about whether to stay with me or go perform his duties as Captain.

I lean in a plant a kiss on his cheek. "Go on, I'll be fine."

He gives me a sharp and reluctant nod before placing a quick peck on my forehead. He rises to his feet and marches off swiftly down the stairs to return to the wheel as though if he didn't act quickly he wouldn't have had the strength to go.

My attention returns to ahead of me, to the ocean. Miles and miles of open ocean, freedom, the whole world. Physically, I'm as free as anyone could wish to be. Mentally, I'm chained to Blackbeard without any hope of breaking out.

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The next day...

"Land Ho!" Marty declares, eagerly pointing over starboard side.

The whole crew cheers and tries to catch a glimpse of the distant glimmering Tortuga. I, however, stick to my new favorite spot at the bow of the ship. I lean over the rail and watch Mr. Gibbs turns the boat toward the island more accurately.

The thumping of Barbosa's wooden leg echoes up the stairs until the older man towers beside me. "What's swirling around in that head of your's?"

"How much I hate Tortuga," I state plainly.

He chuckles loudly. "But is this not the place where you and Jack first confessed your undying love?"

I give him the side-eye, but can't help and smirk slightly. "That was many years go, Barbosa. I never took you as a romantic to remember such a thing."

"Less about my liking of romance and more of a fondness for the relief of you two no longer going at each other like dogs," he remarks.

I snicker, turning my attention back toward the horizon. "Yes, we did argue quite a lot, didn't we?"

"Understatement of the century," the pirate grumbles with a roll of his eyes.

I release a deep sigh and push off the rail. "I'm going to go get ready and we'll go to land. Jack made me promise to go together this time." I pat the man on the back as I pass behind him.

A soft smile etches itself on Barbosa's lips. "Wise choice."

Jack

"Marty!" I call sharply.

The man rushes to my side, panting from his trip here. "Yes, Cap?"

"You stay behind on the Pearl and wait for everyone to leave the vessel," I order. "When Miss Y/N goes with me, you shall go to my quarters and anything that you have suspect be magic-related you hide somewhere obscure on board, understood?"

"Yes, Sir." He nod swiftly, but after a moment of thought his brows scrunch together in confusion. "But... well... Sir?"

"What? Yes?" I rush him along.

"What if she... you know... retaliates?" He questions anxiously, clearly afraid of what Y/N can do.

"She's not Calypso or Davy Jones. She can't send the Kraken or a hurricane after you. Now, relax and follow my orders!" I command, waving the man away.

"Yes! Right, Sir!" He salutes me and scurries off.

I swear all of these men are more superstitious than me and I thought that impossible.

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Later that night...

Y/N

It's been years since I've stepped foot in Tortuga and it's still the same. Though, what could I expect? It's not as if someone would clean this place. Drunk pirates, ladies of the night, and rum all over basically sums up Tortuga. If a nun or priest entered the island I think they would die from heart attacks. It's not exactly a sacred place. Well, depends on who you ask I suppose.

The crew files off the ship one by one and I follow suit as I did the last time we docked, except I'm allowed to roam about this time. Of course, under Jack's strict supervision, much to my annoyance. I feel like a child with how he coddles me sometimes.

As I wait for Jack, Will, and Barbosa to emerge from the ship, I wait beside Mr. Gibbs on the dock.

"I don't care if you all find yourself at the bottom of a barrel in the morning! Be here by eleven or we're leaving you to find a new crew!" Mr. Gibbs announces as all of the men shuffle off to go get drunk.

Some grumble, some ignore him, and then there's Pintel and Ragatti. Those two are constantly kissing someone's ass and make sure to give Mr. Gibbs a nervous smile or me a wink as they pass.

A little dog runs down the dock just a few feet away and I stroll over to say hello to it. It's scruffy and dirty, the same could be said for all of the men on this island. I kneel down in front of it and start scratching its ears.

"Well hello," I coo. "And who might you be?"

The little guy leans against my hand and releases a deep sigh. There's no tag of any sort or sign of ownership. Based on its state, it's most likely a stray. I may just have to adopt him myself.

"Cute isn't it?" A voice asks.

I glance up to see a man leaning against a post just a few steps ahead. "Absolutely!" I grin, giving the dog more rubs. "Is he yours?"

"Sadly not." He smirks and approaches. "How much?"

I snicker and rise to my feet. Instantly the dog continues on its way down the dock as if nothing happened. "Oh sorry, he isn't mine either. I'm sure if you tried to catch him-"

"I meant for you," the man interjects.

"Excuse me?" Then, my eyes widen as I process his meaning. I take a step back and he snatches my wrist with a gentle grip.

"You look awfully nice," he concludes as he eyes me up and down. "Are you new?"

A third hand enters the dynamic and shoves the stranger's hand off, freeing mine.

"Oi! Mate!" Jack warns, stepping between us and pointing his pistol directly at the stranger's forehead. "Keep your paws to yourself, savvy?" He smirks.

"Didn't see she already had a taker." The man raises his hands in surrender as he backs away slowly.

After a couple of seconds, Jack lowers his gun back to his belt and turns to me.

I huff. "What are you doing? One more pint and that fella would've been on his ass with his coins in my pocket."

He chuckles and rests his hands on my shoulders. "Now you truly sound like a pirate."

"I'll leave the piracy to you, thanks," I assure him as I wrap my arms around his torso.

He peers down at me with a pleased and satisfied grin as his fingers glide down my back. "So you'd fraternize with a pirate but refuse to call yourself one?"

"Ying and yang, black and white, light and dark. We're opposites, Jack, and one of us has to be the moral compass," I reason.

"That may be so, My Dear, but..." He leans in to whisper in my ear smugly. "Last time I checked, Miss Morals, when you held the compass it pointed to me." His face returns to my sight with his eyes narrowed. "When are you going to admit to yourself that you long for the freedom only our corrupt lifestyle can provide?"

"Never." I stand my ground sternly.

He smirks and leans down until our faces are hovering mere inches apart. His jet black eyes are full of certainty and admiration. "Pirate..." He accuses in a proud whisper before pressing his lips to mine softly.

My eyes fall shut and I relish the moment. I hate it when he does this. A part of me wants to break from him and defend my argument. The other, weaker yet louder, part of me gives in to his antics because he painfully knows exactly what buttons to push to make me toss all willpower aside.

Stupid, smug, and self-righteous pirate.

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nahoney22 · 3 years

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The Faltering Commander | (part 2/3)

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Wolffe X F!Reader

word count: 3.5k

After discovering you, Boost and Sinker takes it upon themselves to gather intel on you for their vod which leads to a very awkward interruption.

warnings: none, mainly fluff, flustered commander wolffe, slight awkwardness but some sweet things too. Boost and sinker... being them.

part one

part two

part three

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After the day's events, Wolffe finds himself walking to his quarters with his tail between his legs out of shame.

The unprofessionalism he showed was replaying in his mind like a broken holorecord but that wasn’t the only thing on his mind either.

His thoughts drifted to you, more than he would ever admit. It had been hours since he last saw you and he couldn’t shake the erratic beating of his heart at the thought of your eyes. It was as if he was walking on air instead of the steel floors of the ship. How he got so captivated was beyond his belief and even now, he scanned the halls in the hopes of spotting you.

Meanwhile back on the deck, you sat down in front of a control panel; making sure everything was in order such as fuel engine levels, any signs of possible enemy fighter ships followed by the cargo hold numbers. Anything you could think that the flagship could maintain - you could access. However, just like the Commanders, your thoughts locked onto him but you had a frown on your face.

Why did he look at you like that? Like you had offended him in any way? Your stomach twists in anxiety, a fear brewing inside you that you had somehow, unbeknownst to you, upset the Commander. Perhaps you should not have interrupted his transmission with the Jedi. That must be it...

You lean forward, arms propped up onto the metal panel and rest your head in your hands. There had been talk before you transferred over not too long ago to be wary of the new Commander you would serve under. Coming from a different legion, wanting a change of tune, many people had told you that your new Commander is a lot sterner than Commander Bly was. Today proved that.

So with a heavy sigh, you turn in for the night/day. You never knew since you were in space.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

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Commander Wolffe had a very special bond with his fellow vod but often, they did wear his patience thin. Especially when it came to Boost and Sergeant Sinker. Although they bring his mood up significantly with their banter, the way they acted yesterday regarding the way he had reacted to seeing you had annoyed him greatly.

As he walked into the hall from his quarters he already saw the two clones heading straight towards him with smiles, mischievous smiles, on their faces. He sighed in dismay.

He quickened his pace down the hall but his vod were faster. “Well good morning to you, Commander.” Boost sniggered, bucket tucked under his arm as the three of them entered the lift to take them up to the main floor.

“Morning.” Wolffe said in a low tone, pretending that whatever overpowered him yesterday didn’t happen at all but as he side-glanced to Sinker, the silver haired clone was already grinning childishly at him.

“Good sleep? Any dreams? Any dreams about a particular pretty Deck Officer?” He sang playfully, earning a chuckle from Boost but Wolffe glared at him, menacing as ever but Sinker didn’t falter under his gaze; not like Wolffe did under yours.

Wolffe stood a little straighter but found himself looking down at his helmet in his hands. “I would never think of a worker like that. You two need to pull yourselves together and stop this nonsense.”

Sinker and Boost exchanged a look behind his back as the three of them stood next to one another in a line with Wolffe in the middle. “Nonsense? Do you not remember what you even did? You got all puppy-eyed. Maybe we should call you Commander Puppy.” Sinker sniggered, earning a harsh shove back in return.

“You will not. Now, what news do we have on Aleen?” Wolffe speaks up, head now raised higher as the lift lowered and lowered. Boost knew he was trying to change the subject but since they were under his command, they gave in on their taunting and began to give him the low down.

However the lift had stopped and Wolffe sighed in slight annoyance. Sighing that someone could call for an already occupied lift and had assumed it was just a batch of Shiny’s that they’d then all have to huddle together inside with.

He was so very wrong.

When the doors opened, Wolffe’s face was dressed in its usual moody fashion but his pupils were as wide as saucers when the doors whooshed open and revealed you. Standing by yourself with your hands tucked behind your back.

Boost and Sinker couldn’t have asked for a better situation to happen, Sinker already side-stepping to allow you to come in with them and Boost holding on the button to the door so it didn’t shut. However this was probably the worst situation yourself and Wolffe could be in.

You stared across at the Commander, his face stoic and lips pursed in a harsh line that created a frown but little did you know that on the inside, his stomach was erupting with butterflies and his brain completely froze of any thought process.

Boost clears his throat, Wolffe snapping out of his awestruck gaze which you had indeed found terrifying instead.

“Would you like to use the lift ma’am?” Sinker spoke up after a few more moments of silence but your throat ran dry as you managed to tear your eyes away from the Commander, cheeks burning pink in embarrassment.

“O-oh sorry, no! I forgot my datapad.” You nod to the Sergeant who spared you a glance of uncertainty but smiled regardless.

“Very well.”

You smile back and then your eyes go back to the Commander who was white-knuckling his helmet and you dared to spare him a smile too. “Commander.” You nod to him out of decency and turn on your heel, shamefully walking away which was when Boost groaned in annoyance and shut the lift door.

“Well done Wolffe.” Boost rolled his eyes sarcastically, shaking his head in disbelief.

Wolffe then let out a loud exhale of breath, not even realising he was holding his breath. He was so captivated by you that he didn’t even hear a single word that left your lips aside from when you smiled at him and said his rank. “W-what?” Wolffe stammered, returning to the land of the living again and looking over to Boost.

“You scared her away!” Sinker snapped, throwing his hands up in the air. “No wonder she didn’t get in. All you did was glare at her.”

Wolffe felt his cheeks redden and a wave of worry hit him like a tsunami. The last thing he ever wanted to do was to scare you away. He cursed at himself, knowing full well that he didn’t really have an approachable look about him - even more so since he got a nice parting gift from Ventress. He pinched the skin above his nose, rubbing the tension away before walking out once the door slid open. “She will be fine. Anyway, back to work.”

If he had the chance or even the willpower, he will try to apologise to you once he gets the opportunity.

That is unless Boost and Sinker don’t mess it up for him.

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Wolffe was walking towards the barracks that was held on the ship, he was happy to have his own quarters since Plo Koon insisted he did, but he did often miss just listening in to his brothers. Since they now had a little downtime before they reach the planet Aleen, he scouts out for Boost and Sinker and notices them by a console, researching something or even someone.

He marches over, hands on his hips as he stands behind the giggling clones who were still unaware of his presence until he loudly cleared his throat. Sinker cursed and flung himself practically over the monitor to hide whatever it was and Boost had squealed ridiculously and stood, turning to face his Commander and brother. “Didn’t expect to see you over here!” Boost awkwardly laughed, nudging Sinker with his boost to hurry up.

“What are you two up to?” Wolffe snarls, pushing Boost out of the way and grabbing Sinker by his shoulder and roughly pulling him away only to see that they were having a deep search on a report file. Your report file that is.

Your picture was obviously the first thing he noticed, although pixelated, your vibrant and stunning looks were evidently clear as you smiled softly for the photo. Boost caught Wolffe looking, not missing how the tips of his ears turned a little rosy. “She’s pretty.” Boost states simply and grinned when Wolffe also acknowledged this.

“We figured,” Sinker says as he straightens out his chest plate again and stands beside the Commander, “that we would give you a kickstart to get to know her. Here,” Sinker leans forward and taps on the screen where your name is, “that’s her name. Now you’re on a first name basis.”

Never did he think that a name would give him so much euphoria. He thought it was a beautiful name and it certainly matched you. He didn’t tell his brothers since and simply nodded. “Right… what does this have to do with me exactly?”

Sinker stares at him in disdain. As if it wasn’t obvious. “Because you’re smitten! And don’t hide it from us either because we know.”

Wolffe shifted a little, feeling uncomfortable at the truth spitting out of his brother's mouth. “Is it obvious?” He grumbled, admitting defeat that he did indeed find you exciting but also feared that you somehow knew and the rest of the ship knew. Then again, he had apparently glared at you so probably not.

“It’s obvious to us, yes.”

Whilst the men were currently stalking over your profile, you received orders to deliver more intel to the Commander. Dread ran through your body at the thought of doing it; even making your skin itch with nerves.

Having the feeling that the Commander dislikes you, you had tried to push it to the back of your mind when you knocked on his quarters but there was no answer. You were slightly relieved until a clone trooper spotted you. “Are you looking for the Commander?”

You turn to him and nod your head. “Yes but I believe he is not in his quarters.” You reply.

“He’s down the hall. Take two lefts at the barracks. Saw him enter there around ten minutes ago.” He told you helpfully and although you did thank him for the help, a part of you wished he would have kept walking and left you alone. But doing your duty, you made your way there.

As you got closer, you got more wary. What if some of the clones were getting dressed? What if some of them were having private time and not wanted to be interrupted by a new person lurking around?

Feeling like you were intruding, you walked around the barracks quietly until you came into a room with three clones, all huddled over a monitor.

Judging by the clone with the silver hair on the left and the one with shaved red hair on the right, you recognised them to be the ones from the lift but that meant that the Commander was in the middle of them.

Gathering your courage, you cleared your throat and tapped on the side of the door. The three clones stiffened and quickly turned to face you each with a different reaction. Boost was looking painfully awkward, Sinker was wide-eyed and looking anywhere else but at you and the Commander looked completely horrified.

“S-Sorry for the intrusion Commander but,” you shakily hold out the datapad, cursing at yourself for behaving in such a way, “I was told to give you this by the Admiral.”

Wolffe swallowed the thick ball of air in his throat, mentally shaking out his nerves and took a step forward but that’s when you snuck a peak at what the three of them were looking at. Knees trembling a little, your eyes spotted your report file displayed and your heart dropped. Wolffe seemed to notice, stopped walking at once and turned to the monitor as Boost quickly switched it off and pretended to be doing something different. Something different being looking at the wall.

“Am I in trouble… Commander?” You bravely asked although your voice shook but you had to know. Kark, you didn’t know what you would do if you were to lose your job. Money was tight enough as it is, the last thing you needed was to be fired for upsetting a Commander of the Republic.

Wolffe looked back at you and for a second you saw his eyes soften upon seeing your nervous state, hand still extended with the datapad. He does you the courtesy of taking it from you before shaking his head.

“No. Not at all.” Wolffe told you, back straight and head held high as he looked down at you. He thought his voice was calm and collected but he swore that his voice squeaked. However, he began internally smiling when he saw the relief flush through you but your face then turned to one of confusion.

“We were looking at everyone’s files, not just your own.” He lied through his teeth, hoping that it came across believable. Clones were known to be notoriously bad at lying. “You just so happened to be the Deck Officer we were looking at before you walked in.”

You didn’t know if it was true or a lie but you were more than happy to know that there had clearly been a misunderstanding. “Oh!” You chirp, a grin plastering onto your face that almost made Wolffe sigh dreamily in front of you.

The more he looked at you, the more he adored your smile though his face remained unchanged. “I thought for a second you may be firing me.” You did speak out of line but you noticed that Wolffe didn’t seem to mind.

From admiring your beauty for too long, he lost his voice and instead just shook his head but he just had to turn away to stop feeling foolish about this clear as day crush he had on you.

“We noticed that you have not stated your interests.” Sinker got a genius plan in his mind, Wolffe giving him a confused look but went along with it.

“My interests, sir?” You tilt your head to the side adorably, Wolffe having noticed and again had to look away as his legs turned to jelly. You had some cruel hold over him, clearly.

“It’s a new policy we have - helps the General and Commander know what kind of enforcements we hire.” For Clones who were terrible at lying, you seem rather influenced by Boosts statement, slowly nodding.

“Oh I see.” You clasp your hands behind your back. “Shall I fill out a form in my spare time or-?”

“No!” Sinker spoke quickly since there clearly was no such thing as a form for this. “T-the Commander,” Wolffe turned straight to Sinker once his name was mentioned, daggers being shot at him as he prayed for him not to do what he thought he was about to do, “will take note of this. Myself and Boost have duties to attend to.” Sinker made sure to maintain his focus on you and now the brooding Commander beside him, sensing his anger.

“Okay.” You smile kindly at the Sergeant and Boost, watching them scurry out of the room which just left you and the Commander who was still yet to now face you.

Wolffe closed his eyes and silently inhaled sharply before he did turn, and gestures towards a chair. “Take a seat.” He ordered and so you do, sitting straight as you flattened out the slight crease in your uniform before you locked eyes with him. Only then did you realise how handsome he was. All clones were in your eyes but there was definitely something about him in particular.

He grabs his datapad and pulls up a seat in front of you but at quite a distance away, not wanting to appear overbearing. You had noticed this as well as the lack of eye contact he made with you which truthfully made you feel a little insecure. But he had assured you that nothing was wrong? That you weren't getting fired? Something isn't adding up but who were you to address him on this? He was your upper.

Wolffe rubbed the back of his neck looking helplessly at the datapad knowing full well you were sitting across from him, watching and waiting for him to speak. He finally does.

“Let's start with your interests. What do you like to do in your own time?” He finally asks, glancing up at you as a thoughtful expression graced your face.

“Hmm, sounds a little boring but I quite like just relaxing and maybe reading a good book or watching a series on my holopad back home. Don’t mind going for walks either.” You grimace at your answer, seeing that it didn’t particularly thrill the Commander by the bored look on his face. However, Wolffe thought it was wonderful because he liked to do that too.

He’s always chasing after his platoon and sometimes likes to transport himself into a new world through reading or watching something. It was very therapeutic and calming for him.

He notes it down for himself, not for your report file. “Any dislikes?” He asks, leaning back on his chair as his foot began to tap nervously against the floor but you couldn’t help but think it was a sign out of boredom or even annoyance.

“I, uh,” you look away from the Commander, sweating a little bit under your collar, “I don’t think I have any really… I don’t like rude people but I think that’s the same with everyone.”

Wolffe did notice your sudden nerves and he racked his brain for thoughts to see if he said anything wrong. Brows furrowing, he stopped tapping his foot and slightly put a small smile on his lips, a very foreign sight to behold. “I too am not a fan of rude people.”

Looking over at him as he agreed and spotting his small smile that was agonisingly cute in your eyes, you began to relax again and let out a small laugh. “Yes, it’s just an unnecessary bother.” You state with a nod, maintaining your smile.

“I agree.” He confirmed again but then struggled to hold the conversation. He even struggled to think of another way to get more information about you without seeming unprofessional and weird. Thinking about what any of his vod would do, he thought back to the time where Comet had apparently tried to woo someone with things they like such as flowers. Ah, maybe that was the right point in direction. But, how could he ask this? He thought long and hard but not too long for it to seem that way.

“What…” he mentally groaned at his ridiculous approach but knew it was probably the best way to go about it, “do you like wildlife at all? Plants or?”

Sucking on your inner cheek you look at your Commander but didn’t think anything of the question. It was harmless and a question a lot of people would ask someone anyway. It being part of a report file seemed odd however. “I do.” You confirmed followed by a small laugh, “in fact the planet Aleen has my favourite plant there.” You say casually, trying to hide the slight disappointment in your tone since you couldn’t actually go to the planet. Instead you’ll remain on the ship and keep systems running.

“Aleen?” Wolffe’s ears perked up. This was perfect! Then again it would be tricky to go off on his own and maintain a plant without it seeming weird. It would also be very out of the ordinary for him. What if someone saw him?

“Yes.” You reply with a small smile. “It’s a small one with a little pink flower that blooms maybe once every five hundred rotations. I believe it’s called a Xerus Succulent.” You carry on since you believed that Wolffe was interested. “Sorry, rambled a little there Commander.”

“Wolffe.” He corrects you quickly, a little more stern than he would have hoped.

Surprise was evident on your face but then again, you felt privileged but also quite confused. “Pardon?” You ask, wanting to make sure you have heard him correctly.

He gulped, his code of conduct of clearly breached. But, for you? He didn’t seem to care. “When we’re alone together… just call me Wolffe.” He grumbles as he clears his throat somewhat awkwardly but you were absolutely beaming. Did you just become friends with him? You weren't too sure and therefore maintained your professionalism and curtly nodded.

“Okay, Wolffe.”

You saying his name was like music to his ears and his heart that he thought was about to leap out of his chest at any given moment stopped. He really had faltered when it came to you so much so he hadn’t even realised you said your farewells to him as you had to resume your duty. When the realisation had come, he remained seated and had to pull his helmet back on over his head to hide his wide grin and flaming red cheeks.

He was going to get you that plant, no matter the cost.

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westanthewaterman · 2 years

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Hi west!! I saw your drabbles are still open, and was hoping I could send in a request? If not, feel free to ignore this :3

I can't stop thinking about a male captain!reader x engineer mark in which the reader is also an engineer but no one knows? And the reader uses this to his advantage to fix things on the ship when he can't sleep, especially after the warp core incident. And maybe marks confused about how things are getting fixed before he can, and he finds out his captain is doing it?? maybe it leads to them confessing their love for each other or something like that? maybe some kisses are exchanged??

- jay

I love this idea. Have this :)

Mark doesn't think much of it at first. The first time he goes to fix something to find it's already been fixed, he assumes either he fixed it already and just doesn't remember or someone else in the department had had the time to take care of it.

But eventually, it stops making sense. Things are getting fixed that no one else on the ship should know how to fix (besides Mack, but he would never do Mark's work for him). He stays up late one night, sitting on the Bridge next to the panel in the wall holding a small system that's in need of repairs. He's not sure who he expects to come through the door, but it certainly wasn't the Captain

"Mark! W-What are you doing up? It's so late!"

"I could ask you the same thing, Captain. Watcha got there? He gestures to the toolbox in your hand. "Nothing, nothing, I was just leaving these here for whoever was going to fix that panel behind you tomorrow."

"How did you know it needed fixing?"

"You...mentioned it earlier, at lunch."

"Captain, what're you really doing here?"

"I was going to fix it."

"Why? More importantly, how?"

"I, uh." You rub the back of your neck. "My first run in with the wormhole, you...you know and there was no one else on board to fix things so I had to learn."

"You taught yourself engineering?"

"I did."

"Okay, that still doesn't explain why you're fixing it."

"Well...I know how tired you've been since the incident and I also know that you won't let yourself rest until everything is in tip top shape, so I thought I would take some of the load off your shoulders."

"Captain, you didn't have to do that. You need your rest too. After everything I've done, loosing a little sleep to make sure everyone is safe is the least I can do."

"Stop that, stop being so hard on yourself, Mark."

"You know what I did, what I caused. This is the last life I have, I'm going to spend it making up for all I've done wrong."

You take his face in your hands, stroking your thumbs over his cheek softly. "You can't keep carrying this; it's going to eat you alive."

"Maybe it should."

"You were doing what you thought was right, Mark, what you thought would save everyone."

"It doesn't matter what my intentions were. I have to own up to the consequences."

"You're right and you will, you have. You do that by taking care of the ship and everyone on it, like you've always done. Destroying yourself isn't helping anyone but your guilty conscious."

Mark sighs, eyes dropping to the floor. "Why...Why do you always have to be right?"

"Because I'm the Captain."

He eyes slide back up to your face. "After everything, why are you still so kind to me? You've seen what kind of man I am, what kind of man I could be."

"The only man I see is the one I've always seen, the selfless man with a heart of gold that will do anything for what he believes is right, the man I love."

You hadn't meant for the words to slip and part of you wants to pull away, stammer out an apology, but you know in your heart that you mean it. So you stand your ground, smiling when his mouth drops open.

"You...love me?"

"I do."

"Despite everything we've been through?"

"Because of everything we've been through."

A small smile lights up his face and you pull him down into a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"There's a lot we have to make up for, Mark, but we do it together. Always."

#west writes #jay #friends #sfw #engineer!mark x captain #captaineer #engineer egghead #the watcher

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icantspeakspanish · 3 years

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Being Atsumu’s, Osamu’s, Oikawa‘s and Nishinoya‘s cool & rich aunt/uncle

Ship:

Nephew!Atsumu x Aunt/Uncle!Reader // Nephew!Osamu x Aunt/Uncle!Reader // Nephew!Oikawa x Aunt/Uncle!Reader // Nephew!Nishinoya x Aunt/Uncle!Reader

Gender: gender neutral

Warning: mentions of alcohol in Atsumu‘s and Osamu‘s part

Masterlist

A/n: I‘m doing literally anything to avoid studying lmao // I‘ll absolutely work on that tomorrow one more time and maybe add sum things besties😗

Atsumu and Osamu Miya

they’d be dead by now if they wouldn’t have you istg

they get in so much trouble😭

If the twins go to a party, they always tell u first so u can pick em up

But this is stuff for another headcanon👹

You couldn’t tell them apart when they were younger and they WILL use it to trick you

At some point u just enter the house with „Alright, before we get shit started, who’s who?“

You weren’t even the one who snuck alcohol to them at family party’s, they Atsumu and Osamu got along with him bc he’s too prideful ig just grabbed the alcohol when they were like 14

You saw that and went 🧑‍🦯

U even distract their mom/dad so they don’t notice LMFAOOO

You spoil the living shit out of them tbh

ESPECIALLY WITH THEIR HOBBYS

Like you had a whole haul with osamu💀

„samu look at THIS!“

„Please Y/n, we got like 10 of them in different colors in the cart“

And if there’s anything their team needs, you’re willing to invest in that🙄🤝

Tooru Oikawa

The gossip when the two of you are together is i m m a c u l a t e

Got his Charme from no one other than you tbh

Iwaizumi often came to you when Oikawa constantly overworked himself because he didn’t want to talk to his parents and thought y’all are closer

🗣SHOPPING TRIPS🗣

If you’re ever getting closer to someone y’all’s conversations just turn to a whole circus

„So there’s tHHIS PERSON...“

„Bestie imma need a pic of em😳“

But you’re the one who finds out EVERYTHING about a girl if it wants to date your precious nephew

None of you has a filter istg

„No, no, no, u can’t go out like this“

Please take care of the way he dresses🤕

Yuu Nishinoya

Yalls insiders are UNHOLY

No but you and him can understand each other just with exchanging looks

Sometimes you pick him up from school and just honk

Nishinoya isn’t even going to be embarrassed he just begins to shout happily😭

Your chat are so funny bye

„👹DÊÁRËŠT ÑÉPHÊW ØF MÎÑÊ👹‼️“

„ANSWER ME🤬👺“

TikTok and vine references r a big YES

„u want a fr e sh a voca do ?“

U laugh at him when his mom/dad yell at him till your sibling gets mad at you too HAHAHA

You and Saeko are besties idc idc

Is ur bodyguard

So if you’re getting closer w/ someone he pulls up like the lil men he is

U get him SO MUCH BLEACH

Invites you to EVERY. SINGLE. GAME

„GET IT, YUU!“

„U BET I WILL“

#haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #miya twins #osamu x reader #osamu miya #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki #oikawa x reader #oikawa tōru #aoba johsai #seijoh #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yū #karasuno x reader #karasuno #seijoh x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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wiypt-writes · 4 years

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You Cut A Mean Rug, Doll Face

Bucky Barnes One Shot

Summary: It’s no secret that Bucky Barnes has women falling at his feet, but it’s very rarely the other way round. He’s the love ‘em and leave ‘em type, well according to Steve anyway. So, when you find him hiding to avoid a certain Private’s advances, it amuses you no end…until she shows up and you find yourself offering to be his ‘Fake Date’ for Stark’s upcoming USO Gala Dance.

Fake Dating in the middle of a war…what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Bad language words. Smut. (NSFW 18+)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: So this is written as part of @anika-ann’s 1111 Follower Challenge. Congratulations darling! My prompt was Fake Dating.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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“Hey, Steve.” You greeted the blonde super soldier as you walked into the little make-shift kitchen, deep in the underground London SSR HQ.

“Afternoon, Agent.” He nodded and you rolled your eyes, picking a piece of fluff off your khaki green uniform jacket.

“Seriously, after everything we’ve pulled together we’re still at agent?” You raised an eyebrow drawing a soft chuckle from the man in front of you as he poured a coffee into one of the tin mugs on offer, holding it out to you.

“Sorry, force of habit. Y/N. That better?”

“Much.” You nodded, taking the mug with a thanks, pulling a face as you took a sip. “God, all the technology we have and I still can’t get a decent cup of Joe.”

“Maybe you should have a word with Stark.” Steve shrugged. “He seems to be able to lay his hands on most things, rationing be dammed.”

“Well, you’re the man with the plan and he’s the man that can.” A smirk pulled at your face as you watched Steve fight the urge to roll his eyes. “Anyway, where’s Barnes? Colonel Phillips is riding my ass about a report he hasn’t filed. Keeps moaning on about us being unable to run strategic operations if we don’t actually do any strategizing.”

At that Steve’s face broke into a grin. “He’s hiding.”

“Hiding?” You frowned. “Chester isn’t that scary, he’s a pussy cat if you figure out how to make him purr.”

“Okay there are so many things wrong with what you just said that I’m not even going to go into.” Steve snorted and you flashed him a grin as he continued. “He ain’t hiding from Phillips, he’s hiding from Private Lorraine.”

“Why?” You paused, mug hovering an inch or so from your mouth.

“Well according to Stark who heard from Jones who heard from-“

“Yeah, yeah, skip to the interesting bit about why Barnes his hiding like the cowardly lion” You cut him off and he raised his eyebrows, his smirk growing wider.

“She wants him to ask her to that USO dance gala thing Stark is hosting.”

At that you felt the heat in your neck, jealousy, at the thought of the blue-eyed solider you’d been harbouring a crush on for months, like some love sick teenager, dancing with someone else. You carefully held Steve’s eyes and licked your lips, hoping you hadn’t given yourself away too much.

“Of course she does.” You shrugged, clearing your throat. “But that doesn’t answer my question. Why is he hiding?”

“He doesn’t want to go with her.” Steve shrugged, taking another sip of his drink and this time you did absolutely nothing to stop the grin that spread across your face.

“How come?”

At that Steve hesitated for a moment before he popped a shoulder again, slightly avoiding your eye line. "No idea."

You knew he was lying, he was notoriously bad at it, but before you could call him out, a deep voice spoke from the doorway.

"Sure your Ma told you it was rude to talk about people behind their backs, Stevie." Bucky grumbled as he walked into the room.

"Yeah, and I'm sure yours told you it was rude to do a lot of things that you still do anyway." Steve shot back and Bucky merely rolled his eyes, walking to the coffee pot and helping himself.

"Well, I’m astounded." You looked at Bucky as he turned around, leaning slightly against the small units that lined the room. "James Buchanan Barnes is fanning a woman away."

"Yeah, I don’t make a habit of it, Doll Face." He eyed you shrewdly over his mug.

"Still, never thought I'd see the day." You hummed, sipping your drink.

Bucky rolled his eyes and gestured with his mug towards Steve. "Now you sound like him."

"So, humour me, Barnes. What is it about her that’s making you run for the hills?"

Bucky hesitated for a moment before he winkled his nose and answered you. "She’s not my type."

"Really? I thought every woman was your type."

At that, Steve gave a chuckle. "She's got you there, Buck. I don't think I saw you without one before you shipped off."

"Shut up, Steve." Bucky bit back before he gave a low groan. "She's just..."

"Just what?" You scoffed. "Tall, blonde with big, come-to-bed eyes and pouty red lips? What's not to fall over? Dum Dum follows her around like a dog."

"Sweetheart, Dum Dum would probably chase a pig wearing lipstick if he thought he had a chance." Bucky looked at you his eyebrow raised and you heard Steve give a little snort of laughter. You turned slowly to him, and his eyes widened a little as you narrowed your eyes.

"What's your excuse?"

"His excuse?" Bucky paused, mug poised at his lips as Steve began to flounder over his words, a pink flush spreading into his cheeks.

“Yeah, he kissed her.” You informed and Buck gave a loud groan, placing his mug down on the side. "Peggy caught them, big time."

"She kissed me." Steve protested and at that Bucky sighed.

"What has my life become? Seriously?" He shook his head, his eyes flicking between you and Steve. "I’m hiding because I don’t wanna go dancing with some broad whilst this punks beating ‘em off with a stick."

"Shield." You corrected as Steve made an exasperated noise in his throat.

"I’m in a nightmare, right?" Bucky finished.

"’Fraid not, Buckaroo." You placed your now empty mug besides his on the wooden counter. "But I suggest that you get your report to me on the Dresden raid or you really will be in a bad dream. Colonel Phillips wants them pronto and I'm not taking the flack because you're too lazy to do it."

Bucky groaned. "How am I supposed to think about that with all this other shit going on?"

"Nice to see you have your priorities straight." Steve scoffed and Bucky glared at him but before he could reply, a loud girly laugh filled the kitchen and you saw Bucky still.

"There you are!" Private Lorraine spoke and you exchanged a glance with Steve, a look of utter glee spreading across his face at his friend's discomfort. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me, Sergeant Barnes."

"Now what on Earth would give you that idea?" You quipped. As usual, she completely ignored you and watched as Bucky turned to look at her.

"Well, you found me." He nodded, a false smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah, I did. So, err, this dance, do you have a date or..."

Bucky took a deep breath, "well, the thing is..."

"Yes, he does." You blurted out, before you could stop yourself. You stepped forward and slipped your hand into his, ignoring the shocked look he gave you as you stood by his side. "He's going with me."

"You?" Lorraine looked at you, her eyebrows shooting up so high they almost disappeared into her hairline.

"Yes, me." You smiled. "So, you'll have to find someone else to go with. I think Duggan might be free."

"Well, suppose there's no accounting for taste." The blonde woman in front of you looked you up and down and you bristled under her glare, your nostrils flaring angrily. Sure, you might not have her model looks, hell, you might not even be conventionally pretty in some eyes, but you sure weren’t going to make her let you feel like shit. You'd been brought up by a loving family who made you realise your worth and that despite what anyone else said, you were just as good as them. You continued to hold her gaze and eventually she licked her lips and looked away.

"Well, erm, that's..." she clicked her tongue against her cheek, before deciding to cut her losses and she left the room.

The three of you stood in silence before Bucky turned to look at you, a smirk spreading across his face. "You, are a genius!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek and you swallowed slightly, feeling the heat in your neck. "I owe you, big time."

"Yeah, you do." You shrugged. "You can start by doing that damned report. And then you’re buying me a drink at the Gala, seeing as we're, you know, fake dating."

"You got it, Doll." Bucky saluted, flashing you a wink.

"Fake dating?" Steve muttered, and you turned to look at him as he shook his head, looking up at the ceiling. "I've heard it all now."

You cleared you throat, and removed your hand from where it was still in Bucky’s and swallowed. "I need to get going. That report, Barnes. Don’t forget."

"Anything for you, Darlin'." Bucky grinned.

You gave him a last little smile, and then turned leaving the room letting out an inward groan.

What the hell had you just got yourself into?

****

“Why did I do this?” You sighed, looking at your reflection in the mirror, shaking your head.

“Because you’re sweet on him.” Peggy matter of factly replied and you shot her a look in the mirror. She gave you a knowing smirk and you sighed.

“I just felt sorry for him, okay?”

“Sorry for him?”

“Yeah, you know what she’s like, she wouldn’t leave him alone.”

“Admirable.” Peggy nodded, stepping forward so she was behind you, reaching up to fix another pin into your up do. “So what’s your master plan? Act the part tonight and break up tomorrow?”

You shrugged. “Haven’t thought that far.”

“I doubt you’ve thought at all.” The brunette looked at you, her perfectly shaped eyebrow raising slightly.

“You know, you and Steve really are a match made in heaven.” You scoffed, stepping to the side as you smoothed down the dress you were wearing. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it traced your curves perfectly and made a nice change from the uniform you spent every day wearing. “Go take your righteous indignation and discuss it with him. That is if you’re speaking to him this week, I can never keep up.”

At that Peggy pursed her lips. “We’re not discussing me and Steve, we’re discussing you and how you’re going to get through the next however long pretending to date someone you actually want to date.”

“Well, it could be worse.” You shrugged.

“How?”

“I could be about to spend however long pretending to date someone I don’t like.”

Peggy looked at you for a second and you held her gaze, challenging her to say anything more on the matter. Eventually she merely raised her eyebrows before she turned and looked at the clock.

“We should go.”

With a deep breath you took one last glance at your reflection, grabbed the small clutch from the cot in your room and followed her out.

*****

The small dancehall in London's Soho District was packed with soldiers and civilian staff alike, and you accepted the drink offered to you by a waiter as you entered the main room, the Big Band already playing a bluesy-jazz number as background music, whilst people stood around the room, chatting. It didn’t take you long to locate Bucky. He was stood with Steve and the rest of the Howlies by the bar, all of them dressed in their best uniforms. Taking a deep breath, those pesky butterflies fluttering away in your stomach, you made your way over with Peggy and she let out an annoyed sigh as the men all blatantly looked the pair of you up and down.

“You’d think they’d never seen a woman before.” She mumbled and you scoffed out a laugh.

“Well, we’ve been running missions with them for that long maybe they’ve forgotten that we actually have boobs and a vagina.”

At that Peggy stopped to look at you, and the pair of you started to laugh.

“You are so uncouth.” She shook her head at you, as you linked your arm through hers and continued your path towards your team.

“Like I said, I’ve been in the field with these bozos for over a year, guess their bad habits are rubbing off on me.”

“Well, as long as that’s all that’s rubbing off on you.”

“Agent Carter!” Your mouth fell open in mock horror, turning to look at her as she continued facing forward, her lips quirked up at one side in a barely there smirk. “Now who’s being uncouth?”

“Ladies.” Dum-Dum greeted you with a tip of his bowler as you approached and you nodded to him, smiling before you turned to look at Bucky.

“Wow.” His eyes flicked up and down your form again, and you swallowed, a warm feeling spreading over you as his eyes took in your outfit and when his eyes finally met yours he cleared his throat and you gave him a small smile. “You err, look great. I mean, compared to how you usually look.”

At that Falsworth, Dum-Dum, Dernier, Jones and Morita all snorted as Steve let out a groan.

“Thanks. I think.” You frowned.

“No, I err…I didn’t mean it like that.” Bucky hastily began to back track as Dernier mumbled something in French, of which you caught the words ‘stupid idiot’, Jones hastily agreeing. “I just, well, it’s different to how I’ve seen you before.”

“Well a tight dress and courts ain’t exactly practical for hiking through woods and mounting stealth operations.” You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink. “But for the record, you look exactly the same as you usually do.”

At that the men all roared with laughter as Bucky sighed, dropping his head. “Guess I asked for that.”

Bucky watched as you gave him a small grin, before you turned to talk to Jones, and he took the chance to observe you properly. You looked good. You always did in his eyes but tonight, you were a knock out. Your dress hugged the curves of your thighs and hips, nipping in at the waist with a neckline that showed him just enough skin to leave him imagining what it would feel like to pepper your collarbone with kisses. Your hair was set in a perfect style, your lips rouged, you looked effortlessly stylish. He swallowed, sliding his finger in between the collar of his shirt and neck in an attempt to loosen the starched material as he suddenly flushed very, very warm. He felt timid, awkward, and that in itself made him feel a strange juxtaposition of irritated and amused. Bucky Barnes didn’t get nervous around women, that was Steve’s speciality. But here he was, flapping over how best to ask you if you wanted to get a drink whilst that punk was laughing away with Agent Carter hanging off his every word.

No, this wouldn’t do.

With a small cough, Bucky cleared his throat and dropped his hand to the base of your back. “You want a drink, Doll Face?”

You smiled up at him, blinking and nodded. “Yeah, thanks Buck. A gin would be great.”

Bucky waved over the bartender, placed your orders and had just turned back to you when he spotted the woman who’d thrown him into this mess in the first place, Private Lorraine arriving with some other poor, unsuspecting soldier from the unit. Bucky didn’t know his name, not that he cared.

“Hey,” he nudged you and you turned to face him and he jerked his head, “guess this fake date worked.”

You followed his eye-line and visibly bristled a little bit before you shook your head and shrugged. “Poor bastard.”

“You really don’t like her, do you?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“Just a hunch.” Bucky smirked, passing you your drink, before he gestured with his arm for you to follow the group who were now moving away from the bar to find a table. “After you, Darlin’.”

*****

You had to admit, you’d had your reservations but as it turned out, the night was pretty fun. Whilst you’d been hyper aware of Bucky besides you, you felt reasonably relaxed. His arm had dropped round your shoulder at one point, pulling you in for a friendly hug, the way he often did out in the field, and you’d simply enjoyed being as close to him as you were.

Because, fake or not, a chance to date Bucky Barnes didn’t come along that often.

It was a couple of hours later when you both found yourself at the table with Steve who made an excuse he needed the bathroom and left. Bucky snorted as Steve headed across the room and shook his head.

“Bathroom, he must think we’re stupid. He’s gone to find Peggy.”

“Aww, don’t. I think it’s cute.” You smiled, turning to look at Bucky. “Don’t you? I mean we’re fighting a war and in the middle of all this bloodshed and horror, he’s found someone who…” you trailed off as Bucky was watching you, a strange expression on his face. “Or not…am I talking nonsense?”

“No, it’s not that.” Bucky shook his head. “I just, guess I never thought about it that way. But you’re right. Suppose none of us know how long we have left, especially at the moment.”

He trailed off, his eyes scanning yours for something, but what you weren’t sure. You felt your cheeks warm and you glanced down at your hands, before you turned to watch the dancing going on around you. It was crazy when you stopped to contemplate that, in the midst of all the devastation and destruction, life was still going on. Bucky was right, your time could be up in a flash at any point.

“Well, seeing as you put it so eloquently,” you looked at Bucky, jerking your head to the dance floor. “Wanna show me how it’s done in Brooklyn?”

“Do you mind if we don’t?” Bucky shook his head and your heart sank. “I just…well, I…”

“No, you don’t need to explain.” You hastily back tracked. “I just thought it might keep up appearances, that’s all.”

There was an awkward silence, Bucky studying you for a moment with an expression you really couldn’t place and then, well, it all became too much.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You made the same excuse Steve had given moments ago, and before Bucky could say anything, you rose from your seat and walked away, as dignified as you could, trying not to let the tears that were stinging your eyes fall down your face.

*****

Bucky watched you walk away from him, your movements graceful as you headed round the tables placed around the edge of the dance floor, taking care to avoid the groups of guests as you went. He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. This was a mess. It had started out as a bit of fun, you helping him out, because that's what you did, but he'd been a wreck all night. Frankly, being in such close proximity to you was making his head swim.

He'd wanted to dance with you, he'd really wanted to dance with you, but he didn’t trust himself because the truth was he liked you. A lot and he had done so for a while. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself to hold you on the dance floor without trying to kiss the life out of you. So he’d said no, and let you walk away, and the look of hurt on your face was now burnt into his mind. With an angry snort he stood up and stalked to the bar, signalling for another drink.

He stood there, nursing his glass for what felt like an age, seething at his own stupidity until a familiar voice cut through his murderous thoughts.

"Did HYDRA scramble your brain or something, Buck?"

"What?" Bucky's brow furrowed as he turned to look at Steve.

"You’re missing a girl's signals."

"Signals, what are you..."

"Y/N, you dolt." Steve rolled his eyes.

"What about her?"

"She likes you, has for ages."

"I don’t think so, Steve" Bucky snorted.

Steve sighed and leaned against the bar as Bucky necked his scotch. "So explain the look she had on her face as she stalked passed me before.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. "She wanted a dance, dames love dancing. I said no.”

“And why did you do that?”

Bucky took a deep breath and didn’t answer. But he knew Steve could see right through him, the punk always could.

“Buck, what exactly did you think I meant that night at the bar when we first came to England a couple of months back? About Peggy having a friend? I meant Y/N."

Bucky blinked, his mouth dropping open. "What?"

"She's sweet on you. Falsworth told me. I was trying to give you a hint."

Utter frustration lanced through Bucky's entire body and he shook his head. "How in the name of Hitler’s left ball was I supposed to understand that?"

"Well, I thought it was obvious."

"No, no it wasn't, Steve!" Bucky groaned, his eyes flicking around, trying to locate you in the crowd but he felt his heart sink as there was no sign. "Oh, I fucked up, big time."

"Suggest you go fix it then." Steve shrugged, his voice a little slow as he himself was busy looking at Peggy as she walked towards him, smiling. He stood up straight and clapped Bucky on the shoulder, before he walked off, leaving his sergeant alone.

Bucky anxiously continued to search the room with his eyes, and felt his heart jump as he saw a flash of colour the same as your dress, and your familiar profile as you walked onto the dance floor, your hand in Howard’s as the man smiled at you, pulling you into a hold.

Oh, fuck you, Stark!

Without wasting another second, Bucky necked his scotch and moved, striding around the dancehall towards you, not watching where he was going which was why he collided straight into Dum-Dum.

"Woah, Barnes, where's the fire?"

"On the dance floor, I hope.” Bucky sidestepped round the broad man quickly, his eyes entirely fixed on you as he weaved his way round the various couples all in the middle of a reasonable slow dance until he reached the pair of you.

He cleared his throat, gently tapping Howard on the shoulder as your eyes fixed onto his, surprise etched across your face.

“Mind if I cut in?”

xxxx

“Did it work?” Peggy asked Steve as the pair of them stood to the side of the hall. Steve glanced over the dancefloor, just as Howard stepped away from you, kissing your hand in an over-the-top gesture before he turned and walked away. Bucky approached you tentatively, and Steve saw you give the faintest of nods, before his friend took you in a close dancing hold.

Grinning, Steve turned back to Peggy, jerking his head to the floor. “See for yourself.”

As the pair of them watched you and Bucky for a second, Steve’s eyes then fell on Howard who had paused to talk to someone. Almost as if he could sense the Captain’s eyes on him, Stark glanced over, a smug grin crossed his face, and he gave Steve the thumbs up sign.

Steve smiled into his glass, the irony at the fact that Bucky had tried and failed many times to fix him up with gals in the past yet he’d managed to turn the tables in a single try, wasn’t wasted on the Captain.

xxxx

“Funny looking bathroom.” Bucky cleared his throat as he steered the pair of you round in a gentle dance.

“Oh, well I got waylaid a little.” You replied. “And seeing as we’re not actually dating, I didn’t think it was an issue.”

“It’s not, I just…” He was quick to reply as he drew in another deep breath before he shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“Before, saying no the way I did. It was rude.”

You took a deep breath, your heart racing as you glanced up at him. “So, is that the only reason you’ve come to dance now? To apologise?”

“Yes, I mean, no.” Bucky stumbled over his words as he shook his head. “No, I wanted to dance. More specifically I wanted to dance with you.”

His admission settled like a bubbling brook in your belly. You wondered why, so you asked, "why?"

Your mind began quickly doing the math, adding up the moments and signals between the two of you, wondering if what you dared to think was actually what he was thinking too. You were nervous but you remained close in your dance, your eyes flicking between his and his lips as he spoke, the words drowning in your ears, his voice sounding like your head was under water.

“Because I like you, Doll Face.”

Then, you felt it, your body leaning in just a smidge as you tilted your head upward as his moved just a pinch to look down at you. Your lips brushed his and the electricity took off as he pulled you in for a deeper, slightly less modest kiss, the hand that had been curled around your waist moved upwards at the same time his other released yours from his hold, and calloused palms and fingers cupped your jaw and cheeks. Despite the roughness of his skin, his warm hands felt soft against your face like the finest silk whilst his tongue dipped into your mouth, kissing you in a way that your Pappy certainly wouldn’t approve of.

But you approved, boy did you approve.

The sounds of the big band drowned out the mewl that bubbled from your delicate throat to those around you, but not to Bucky. He heard the elicit sound clear as day, and that was enough. He wanted to get you alone, away from prying eyes.

He pulled back, casting a quick glance around before he looked down at you, "let's get out of here."

It was a suggestion as much as an instruction, and he waited as you blinked, before you gave the slightest nod and he took your hand, turned, and led you from the dancefloor.

****

How the pair of you made it back to your quarters, you had no idea, but here you were, stumbling into the small room, heated kisses being shared as Bucky kicked the door shut, his lips still fiercely on yours. Your fingers were now deftly undoing the buttons of his jacket before you pulled it open with a flourish, shoving it down over his shoulders and arms as Bucky was quickly pulling off his tie and opening the collar of his shirt. Before long, that was also discarded somewhere on the floor and your hands slid up his strong biceps, down his chest, tracing the taught muscle before your fingers hooked into the front of his uniform pants and you turned your attention to his belt, breaking the kiss a little so you could look down.

“Eager, Doll?” Bucky mumbled as his nose nudged at your chin, pushing your head up. His lips trailed across your jaw line, and then down your neck and you tipped your head back, your eyes fluttered shut at the feel of his lips on your skin, relishing the feel of his soft mouth and the delectable gentle scratching of his five-o-clock shadow.

His hands slowly slid up your sides, before they moved round the back, his lips pressing to yours as you felt his fingers gently guiding the zip of your dress down. Once it was undone, you stepped back and allowed it to fall into a pool at your feet. Bucky glanced down and groaned as his blue eyes scanned the stockings, garter belt, lace panties and matching bra.

“Fuck, Sweetheart.” His lips crashed back to yours as he backed you towards the cot at the side of the room. As the back of your knees hit the metal side of the frame, he gently lowered you down, positioning himself over you, caging you with his arms and his legs as his mouth continued trailing soft kisses down your neck and her jawline.

You were powerless to stop the soft noises of pleasure you were making, try as you might, conscious of the fact the walls in the Quarter-Hall were thin, something you cursed on a daily basis as you could hear the squeak of the cot which belonged to the neighbour to your right as she turned over at night. Luckily for you, your springs were untested so to speak, therefore didn’t make a sound, unlike you at that moment in time.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Bucky suddenly stopped, his mouth hovering by your ear and you stilled, tilting your head to look at him. “I mean, this…well, it aint proper really, but…”

“Since when did you give a damned about being proper with a Dame?” You teased, fingers wrapping in the chain of his dog-tags, but there wasn’t a shred of humour in Bucky’s tone or on his face when he answered.

“When that dame was you.”

You blinked, and looked at his face, finding nothing there but a genuine softness and you were overcome with the emotions and sensations you were feeling and you yanked on the chain in your hands, pulling his head back down as you crashed your lips back to his.

“Yes, yes I do. I want this Bucky, I want it so much.” You mumbled against his mouth and he gave a groan, before he stood up, quickly, reaching for his wallet. He pulled out the small condom packet, one you recognised as the standard issued to all soldiers to avoid them catching anything when they were putting it about during furlough, so to speak, and he sat back down on the edge of the bed, bending down to unlace his boots.

Bucky was mentally cursing the damned things as he felt you stir behind him, the hard mattress of your bed dipping slightly, and he stilled as he felt your fingers gently brushing over the back of his shoulders. Your touch was feather light as your hands gently felt across his broad back and he gave a sigh, tipping his head back slightly to catch your lips in a deep kiss.

“Doll, if you want me to do anything to you tonight, I gotta get these boots off.”

“So take ‘em off.”

“Stop distractin’ me then.” His accent dripped from his tongue as he chuckled, and your lips curled into a smile against his.

“You saying you can’t handle a job with a little distraction?” You gave a tut, but pulled away a little to allow him to finally get the damned things off. “And Steve says you’re our best marksman.”

“Well, what does that Punk know?” Bucky tossed the boots to the floor with a thud, before he quickly raised his hips enough to allow him to slide off his pants. Then, in a flash he turned, pinning you back to the cot, smirking at the giggle that burst from your mouth. His hands trailed down your body, flicking open the clips on your garter straps without so much as a fumble, before the reached up and snapped the hooks at the front of your bra.

He took a moment to appreciate you, the soft, supple lines of your breasts a complete contrast to your toned shoulders and taught stomach, both the result of an extensive training regime.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He leaned over, kissing you softly, his lips tracing a track down your sternum before he softly took a nipple in his mouth, his tongue gently teasing, eyes flicking to your face to watch your reaction.

You groaned at the sensation, rolling your head back on the pillow, hips bucking upwards as you let yourself go, barely daring to believe that his was happening, but just as you were questioning if you were in some elaborate dream, a low moan from above you caused your fluttering eyelids to jerk wide open. You could feel him hard, pushing against you and your hands moved round to his back. You dragged your fingers up his spine, as his hand moved down, sliding into the waistband of your panties making your gasp as his fingers slipped into your folds. As he teased you, your hips began to move in time with his motions, groans falling from your lips as the heat began to build in between your legs, deep in your belly.

“Good?” Bucky’s voice was a rasp, and it was all you could do to do whimper softly, your head falling back further as your mouth dropped open, your entire body shuddering as the pleasure lanced through you. You reached down, grabbing his wrist and his eyes moved to yours, waiting.

“Want you.” You whispered softly. Almost as if he’d been waiting for that final bit of permission, Bucky’s fingers hooked into the top of your panties, gently sliding them down your legs, gathering your stockings as he went, a movement he had clearly perfected through goodness knows however many other clandestine liaisons. Discarding them to the floor, he wriggled his way out of his own underwear before he sat back on his heels and you moved, grabbing the packet he’d placed on the small bedside unit before.

Bucky groaned softly as your hands gently wrapped around his cock, sliding the condom down. It really shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was but he was almost ready to blow before he’d even started. Once it was on, he crawled back over you, his thighs gently parting yours a little further and with a steady, slow motion he slid into you, the sensation caused both of you to groan, your head falling back against the pillows as Bucky stretched you, his girth and length filling you completely.

"Fuuucckkk.” Bucky breathed out as your tight heat gripped him, his word little more than a whisper. He moved his hands to snake his fingers through yours, gently pinning your hands by the side of your head as he began to move his hips. He went slowly at first, picking up the speed slightly as you keened underneath him, his dog tags sliding in the valley between your breasts, the metal cold against your heated skin.

Your hips bumped together with every thrust he made and, with each rock into you, he was rubbing against that soft spot deep inside you. Your soft cries stuck in your throat, your senses completely overwhelmed as the fire in your body was raging white hot.

“James,” you whispered his name, and Bucky let out a low groan, his fingers tightened around yours as he gave a particularly deep thrust, making you purr in delight. He raised his head to capture your lips, plunging his tongue into your mouth before he released your hands, his own cupping your face as he continued to move.

In that moment, you could have been anywhere. In a hotel, surrounded by the finest silk sheets that money could buy or on some far away beach in the corner of the world, but instead you were led on a hard mattress in a military base, knowing full well you were in for some serious reprimand if you were caught, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the man who was currently undoing you piece by piece as the two of you were tangled in your own private dance.

The more Bucky gave, the more you wanted, and as he hiked your leg up round his waist, his fingers curling round the back of your knee you choked out another pant of his name, “James,” as you felt yourself nearing that point where you’d drop over that oh-so-steep cliff edge. The tips of your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, causing him to groan loudly, his head tipping backwards.

“You feel so good.” His voice was nothing but a whine, and at his praise you gave another low, sultry gasp, your breath now coming in ragged gasps. “God, Y/N,” he moaned loudly as you titled your hips, pushing back up against him, his head dropping slightly. “You close?” he gasped and you nodded softly, your lips falling open and once again he kissed you, hard, his movements speeding up ever so slightly.

“Don’t stop.” You begged, shaking your head as you grasped at his back, “please, so good.”

Bucky felt you shudder underneath him and a few thrusts later your back arched and a soft cry escaped your mouth as your eyes fluttered shut and your head tilted back, mouth open in a now silent scream. He could feel you tightening, pulsing around him as you came and that was it, enough to tip him straight over the edge behind you, the surge and ecstasy of his relief causing his whole body to stiffen as his hips faltered. A groan burst from his mouth as he gave a few final, sloppy thrusts before he collapsed forward, his head burrowing into your neck.

You both lay still for a moment, before Bucky regained enough composure to prop himself up, placing a soft kiss to your lips and as he pulled away slightly, he found you looking up at him, lips swollen from his kisses, heavy lidded eyes blinking slowly in your sated state, and he smiled at the fact you wore that just fucked look so damned well.

“You okay?” He asked softly and you nodded, a smile playing on your lips before you kissed him again.

“More than okay.” You grinned, your nails gently scratching at the nape of his neck. “You got moves, Sergeant.”

Bucky let out a chuckle as he kissed you again, his lips hovering over yours. “Well you weren’t so bad yourself, Agent.”

*****

“Nice of you to show up.” Colonel Phillips looked at you as you walked into the briefing room. “Late night, was it?”

“Sorry, Sir. I didn’t get much sleep.” You mumbled, avoiding Bucky’s eyes as he looked down at the table, a grin on his face.

“Huh, I could have sworn I saw you leaving the dance early.” Dum-Dum quipped and you shot him a glare as you took up a seat next to Peggy who licked her lips, fighting a smirk.

“Whatever, I’m not interested.” Phillips sniffed before he tossed a file down on the table in front of Steve who reached over to take it. “We have word that HYDRA are intending to move Arnim Zola.”

“Do we know where to?” Steve asked, looking at the file before he glanced up and Peggy shook her head.

“No, this is hot off the press so to speak. Stark’s team intercepted their encrypted broadcast. All we know is that they’re nervous about moving, and that the route has been carefully planned to avoid any long, open distances.”

“They’re going through the Alps.” Phillips moved to a map at the side of the room. “Trying to maintain a cover so to speak. Our surveillance team still has Zola at his current location, but that could change at any time. Captain, I need you to co-ordinate and mount an operation to intercept that train and apprehend him.”

“If you know where he is why can’t we just bust in and get him now?” Bucky asked.

“Because you’ll never get there in time.” Phillips replied. “As we understand he’ll be moving out in a couple of hours. So we’re up against it. The window of opportunity lies about six hours into his trip where there’s a slight break in the mountain cover.”

“How do we know this is kosher?” Falsworth took the file from Steve. “They could be leaving a false trail.”

“We hacked a number of broadcasts, each saying a different thing.” Peggy answered. “But this one held the code words we know HYDRA are using today.”

“And our codebreakers have never let us down before, so I’m willing to take a punt.” Phillips nodded. “Get to it, we don’t have much time.”

There was a flurry of movement around the table as you all stood up, Steve barking instructions at you all to collect what you needed and head to the transportation hub immediately as Dum-Dum mentioned something about zip wires and ambushing the train from above. As you all sidled out of the room, a hand gently closed over your arm and you turned to see Bucky as he fell into step besides you.

“Just so you know, I don’t normally make habit of splitting before breakfast.”

“Oh, you normally eat first?”

“In a manner of speaking.” He smirked and you gave a chuckle. “I just didn’t want you thinking-“

“It’s okay, I get it.” You assured him, and you did. He’d left in a flurry that morning before he could get caught sneaking out of the small room you had in the female quarters and you didn’t hold it against him at all.

“But, I’d really like to take you out, properly, I mean. When we get chance.”

“You asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah.” Bucky stopped, turning to face you. “A real one this time.”

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that. Oh, but just so you know, I don’t put out on a first date.”

“No? Then what was last night?”

You hesitated, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. In all honesty, you had no idea what had come over you last night. You’d never behaved in a reckless manner with a man like that before and taken him home so easily, for fear of getting yourself a bad reputation. That said, you didn’t really care either. You were in the middle of a war, running dangerous missions, any of which could be your last. Life was for living, and as long as you were breathing, you intended on making the most of it.

You opened your mouth to explain this to Bucky, but you stopped yourself and instead you simply smiled at him, your eyes looking straight into those steel-blues which were sparkling with mischief.

“Doesn’t count, it wasn’t a real date.”

“Oh, that’s how it is?” Bucky arched an eyebrow and you nodded.

“Yup, that’s how it is.”

“Well,” He took a deep breath as the pair of you continued walking, “guess I’ll just have to show you a real good time when I get the chance.”

You snorted and shook your head. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“It’s been said.” He grinned as you reached the end of the corridor. “But, first we’ve got a German scientist to catch. Think you can contain yourself around me long enough to run a mission?”

“Okay, first off he’s Swiss.”

“What?”

“Zola, he’s Swiss. I don’t know why you all think differently, it’s in all the briefings and his file-“

“Yeah, I don’t read those.”

“Well you should, you might learn something. And second -“ you held your hand up, finger extended, instructing him to keep whatever wise crack he was about to make to himself, “-you’re not that irresistible.”

Bucky blinked before he gave a laugh and shook his head. “You know, I actually learned a fair bit last night.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I learned that you cut a mean rug, Doll-Face.” He glanced around, before he leaned closer, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered into your ear. “And that you look even better with your clothes off.”

With that he turned and headed off towards the equipment store, leaving you staring after him, blinking with shock, but feeling an overwhelming sense of smugness that, even in the middle of all this bloodshed and fighting, you had something to look forward to when you got back.

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Chaste | A Din Djarin x Reader Fic

Gif: @bestintheparsec

Pairing: Din Djarin/ The Mandalorian x Reader (fem; no y/n)

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: E | Warnings: NSFW - explicit sexual content, heavy petting, mutual masturbation, creampie, dity talk featuring Din’s bedroom voice. 18+ only.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who voted in my little poll yesterday! And thank you to @huliabitch for encouraging me to write this. This is just something I wrote in between final papers. I don’t want to try to fit it into the current timeline so let’s just say this is sometime in the future well after Din decides to keep the kid. No spoilers for season two. No backstory, no plot; just smut. We might need that to cope depending on how the season finale goes tomorrow...

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Chaste

Unsurprisingly, Din woke up hard. Again.

Your semi-conscious brain registered his erection pressing against even before you’d opened your eyes that morning. It sent a rush of heat straight to your core. Just as it had every morning for the past week. And despite the early hour, you knew he was awake. Gentle fingertips traced abstract shapes along your side where your shirt had bunched up in your sleep. His dizzyingly light touch sent chills across your skin, but at your contented hum, his hand slipped under the hemline.

In his tender explorations he found your breast. You shifted against him, rubbing your thighs together in a pathetic relieve the mounting pressure building within you. He groaned behind you. His fingers circled your nipple before pinching the now stiff peak. You gasped at the electric mix of pain and pleasure.

“I knew you weren’t sleeping,” Din rasped, voice still hoarse from sleeping, as he pulled you back tighter against his chest, calloused hand still cupping your tit.

“You started it,” you mumbled back. Your eyes blinked open as you looked over your shoulder at him to find him lazily smirking at you. “Good morning, my love.”

“Morning, cyar’ika,” he greeted before touching his lips to yours.

What was supposed to be a chaste kiss before the two of you reluctantly roused yourselves from bed to start the day, quickly became heated. Your lips slid against his and your tongues urgently explored each other’s mouths, seeking the familiar pleasure you’d been denying each other. Din deepened the kiss and your body yielded to his as he rolled you onto your back. You carded your fingers through his dark locks, pulling ever so slightly and eliciting quiet gasps from your partner.

Moving without thinking, your legs wrapped around his waist and you ground up against him, searching for even the slightest hint of friction where you needed it most. Spurred on by your actions, Din reached around you, his rough hand grabbing your ass to hold you in place as rolled his hips in time with yours. A matching pair of sighs resounded throughout the small room at the hint of relief.

But it still wasn’t enough. Not when you wanted each other this badly.

“Whose bright idea was it not to have sex again until we’re married?” Din asked in between messy kisses.

“Mine,” you admitted begrudgingly.

... . ...

“Will you marry me?”

Din’s words, delivered softly and without preamble, pierced your heart even before you could process the simple sentence. You flicked on your ship’s autopilot, letting your old astromech take over, and turned to him. You found him watching you carefully.

You paused to admire him and the little foundling sleeping against his chest, needing to remember everything about that moment for as long as you lived. You didn’t have to think about your answer; the two of them had stolen your heart years ago. “Yes,” you replied easily with a smile, “of course I will.”

Din beamed at you. You crossed the small cabin to perch on the armrest of his seat. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he quipped as he leaned in to kiss you, careful not to disturb the baby.

“I was wondering if you were ever going to ask.”

“I know. You’ve been patient. That’s not like you,” he teased.

“Shut up before I change my mind,” you threatened playfully even as you pressed a kiss to his temple. “How exactly does a Mandalorian marry?”

“The riduurok is a simple exchange of vows. We can...” –he swallowed hard– “we can do it right now.”

“Now?” you exclaimed. You grimaced as the baby stirred. Din adjusted his blanket and he settled down. He turned back to you with a raised brow.

You’d been through so much together. Loved each other for so long. Really, marriage vows were just a formality. Nothing would change. But it didn’t feel quite right. Something was missing.

“On my homeworld a marriage is something to celebrate. It’s kind of a big deal.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I haven’t been back in years but I always imagined getting married at home and celebrating with my family. At the very least I always thought I’d take you home to meet them first. I guess that’s stupid,” you shook your head, trying to banish the thought. You had bigger priorities.

“No, it’s not,” Din said firmly. “I– I don’t have that. I’m glad that you do.”

“We can still say our vows in private. Just the three of us. But it would mean the world to me to share this with them.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Then we’ll go as soon as we can.”

“Thank you,” you said around a smile before eagerly sealing your mouth to his.

He made a happy sound before speaking conspiratorially against your lips. “Let me put the kid to bed and we’ll start celebrating.”

A cold heat ran through you at the insinuation. “Shit,” you cursed.

“What’s wrong?”

“How long do you think it’ll be before we can go to my planet?”

Din shrugged. “It’ll be at least a month before we can make it to the Tashtor Sector. Why?”

“Well,” you started hesitantly, “it’s tradition for couples not to have sex once a marriage promise is made. Not until the wedding night.”

Din’s head hit the back of his seat as a long exhalation escaped him. “Anything else I should know about?” he grumbled.

“Nope,” you chirped, stifling a laugh. “I mean there’s a whole bunch of other stuff, but that’s the only thing that’s actually important.”

“Of course it is,” he grumbled with a shake of his head as he leaned forward. Except he paused just before his lips touched yours. “Am I still allowed to kiss you?”

“Yes,” you laughed. His mouth matched with yours and when you parted, he was smiling again. He rested his forehead against yours, an unbroken habit from the early days of your relationship, and you felt the weight of your new situation settle between the two of you. “Think you can last that long?” you teased.

“Can you?” he challenged with a tilt of his head.

“You couldn’t go a whole month without this pussy,” you whispered, hoping to get a rise out of him.

“I’m a Mandalorian.” He said it stoically as if that was an explanation in itself. “You’ll be begging for my cock by the end of the week, cyar’ika. Just like you were last night.”

“We’ll see about that, Mandalorian.”

... . ...

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. And a month seemed perfectly reasonable. You were wrong. It was supposed to make the night of your marriage special, but so far all it was doing was frustrating the hell out of both of you. Every night you slept next to him unable to touch him like this was fucking torture. You trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck in silent apology.

“How the fuck are we supposed to wait two more weeks?” He asked though heavy breaths, not expecting an answer. Normally, you were the wild spitfire that countered his cool demeanor, but at that moment – cheeks flushed, chest heaving, hair mussed – he looked absolutely wrecked. “I wanna bury my cock in you right now.”

“I know you do,” you panted. “I want you inside me. Want you to fill me with your cum so bad.”

“Yeah?” He fumbled with your shirt that had twisted around in your sleep before hiking up your sleep shirt. His mouth latched onto your breast so he could kiss and suck and bite your breasts, marking the tender flesh as his own as he continued to rock against you. “You want that?”

“I miss the way you make me feel so full. The way it drips out of me.” Your cunt clenched around nothing and your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you tried to control your desire. “I need it,” you whined instead.

“I know you do.” He raised his head from your chest to look at you. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”

“Oh, Din,” you mewled, practically on the verge of tears.

“Are you as wet as I think you are?” He leaned back on his knees to reach a hand between your bodies. He smirked, his brows lifting in amusement, as touched you through your panties. You were drenched. “Take it off.”

“What? What are you–” You placed your hands on his broad shoulders to stop him as he repositioned himself between your legs and covered your body with his. “We shouldn’t–”

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” he said as he pulled his briefs down just enough to release his cock, hard and leaking already leaking. “But I am going to fill you. Just like you need.”

Your chest caved in and a broken, pathetic whimper escaped you at his admission. “Really?”

“Can I?” he asked, brown eyes practically beseeching you. He was always so polite even in moments like that. Even after all that time together.

Your hold on him softened, hands moving to gently cradle his face. “Please, Din.”

He helped you strip. As soon as you were exposed to him, his thick fingers teased your folds, coating them in your wetness, before wrapping around his length. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Ready?”

You nodded and he notched the tip of his dick at your entrance. He started pumping himself, using your slick to lubricate himself.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried when you realized what he was going to do.

The feeling of his hand moving in between your legs as he jerked himself off made your head spin. You felt filthy and you fucking liked it. You arched toward him, hips angled to take more of his dick, but he stopped you.

“No, cyare. Not this time,” he whispered against your cheek. You squeezed his tip as your cunt contracted instead, earning a delirious moan from him. “I missed this pussy.”

You could tell he was close. After weeks of hardly touching each other, it wouldn’t take much. You ran your hands down his bare chest and across his soft sides before gripping his hip, hoping to encourage him and hold in place as he neared his climax.

Eyes squeezed shut and teeth bared, he came with a shout. You felt him cum spurting inside you as he filled you. He continued to stroke himself, drawing out his orgasm as long as he could even as his spend started to leak out.

“Touch yourself for me,” Din demanded gently, placing light kisses on your face. “Wanna watch you cum.”

He pulled out and leaned back just as your hand replaced him. Watching him watch you sent a fresh wave of arousal to your center. With a devilish smile, you gathered the cum dripping out of you and swirled your fingers around your throbbing clit. Din groaned at the sight. Two strong hands gripped your thighs and spread your legs further as his eyes locked on your cunt.

Every muscle in your body seemed to tighten as you played with yourself, your own climax was right behind his. But just as you were about to cum, Din grabbed your wrist and removed your hand. The noise he made was practically a growl as he leaned down to spit on your pussy.

“Oh fuck, Din!” you shouted, body keening off the bed. When he finally released your hand, you rubbed furiously at your clit, eased by the mix of his cum and saliva.

“That’s it. Cum for me.”

Your vision blacked out before an array of stars burst behind your closed eyes as your orgasm tore through you. Pleasure clouded your mind, but you could hear yourself chanting his name like a prayer.

When you fell back against the bed, Din collapsed half on top of you, his cheek pillowed on your chest. “Fuck, that felt good,” you sighed. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both caught your breath. “But I think that might be considered cheating.”

“No,” he insisted, “Just... bending the rules a little.” You both laughed and he held you a little tighter. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

“So you can finally fuck me again?”

“No.” He shook his head. “So I can be your husband.” You felt him smile against your skin. “And so I can finally make love to my wife.”

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Polyam Alien Merfolk

GN reader X M mer-alien X F mer-alien, 6,743 words

Crashed on an alien planet and taken in by a couple, this story was uh, pretty self-indulgent for me. Not sure if anyone else is going to like it but I liked writing it.

CW: mentions of being in a cult and descriptions of family death and cult behavior.

“Is it like, alive?”

The voice was soft, coming from just over your head. Something sharp prodded your side. You groaned.

A second voice came from closer to your feet. “Sounds like it’s alive.” This voice was rougher, raspier, though also higher pitched than the first voice.

“Is it hurt, then? We can’t move it if its hurt.” The sharp thing poked your side again. “What if it’s really badly injured?”

Dimly, you were aware of sunlight against your face. Most of your body was covered with your skintight flight suit, but your face was exposed, and, from the feel of it, entirely covered in sand. Actually, given the grittiness in your mouth, most of your insides were coated in sand as well. The hard rock of nausea in your gut told you that you had probably swallowed a decent amount of sand too. Your lungs felt like they’d been aggressively sandblasted. Every breath stung like needles.

“Then there’s nothing we can do and it’ll die,” the second voice said. “It doesn’t look injured. I think. I mean, I don’t know alien anatomy, but everything looks right, doesn’t it? No blood. Nothing’s sticking out weirdly.”

“Internal injuries!” the first voice insisted. “What do we do? A doctor’s not going to know what to do about this.”

The nausea that had been churning in the bottom of your stomach abruptly kicked up a notch. Apparently, your body had decided you were awake enough to retch. Automatically, you twisted onto your side, abdominal muscles heaving, and a gush of fluid poured out of your mouth.

For the next minute or so, you were thoroughly occupied by vomiting. The nasty tang of saltwater mixed with bile filled your mouth and your injured lungs screamed for air every time you heaved. Finally, you were only dry-heaving and coughing into the sand. Somewhere nearby, you could hear the soft rush of waves against shore.

Groaning, you slumped onto your back once more. Sand shifted and crunched as you moved. Your head was clear enough to start putting the pieces together, though. You remembered… a space battle. Your little fighter had been hit. It had fallen.

“Hey.” The first voice was speaking again. You turned your head toward it. “Are you feeling better now?”

The speaker was covered in mottled scales, a dark green-blue near its back and a pale whitish color on its belly. From the waist up, it was humanoid, with a fairly human-looking face, large, fan-like fins along the back of its head and trailing down its back, and finned hands. From the waist down, it had the long, slender and finned body of some kind of sea snake. All of its fins had ruffled, fancy-looking edges and they were flushed a striking shade of red. Next to him was a slightly larger creature of the same species. This one had smaller, much duller fins and a slightly chunkier, rounded frame.

You tried to respond, but all that came out of your throat was a groaning hiss. The first speaker cocked their head at you. “Can you not speak? Could you not do that before or were you hurt?”

“Maybe that’s how it speaks,” the second speaker said.

“No! I’ve seen videos of them before, they speak like we do.” The second speaker rolled their eyes. The first speaker ignored them. “Hey. Hey! You okay? Blink twice for yes!”

You stared at the first speaker. They tilted their head back at you. “No? Not okay?” How were you even supposed to answer that question? You didn’t feel particularly hurt so much as pretty uncomfortable, but you didn’t feel totally put together either. After another moment of consideration, you made eye contact with the first speaker and carefully blinked twice.

“It’s okay!” they cried in utter delight. “Look, see?”

“Then we can move it somewhere. Get the interstellars involved. Go for the head, I’ll get the legs.”

“Why do you get the legs?” the first speaker whined. The second speaker ignored them and seized you by your ankles, hefting your legs up onto their shoulder. The first speaker, grumbling quietly, heaved your top half up.

Despite looking like sea creatures, they navigated the sandy dunes with a surprising level of ease. Within a few minutes, you were being set down on the wooden floor of a tiny, one-room building. The floor was flat underneath you, but you could see a slope leading into the ocean. The home was partially open, allowing for a smooth integration between water and land.

“Can you sit up?” The first speaker carefully lay you against the wall so you were in a seated position. “Naerie, can we get some water?”

The second speaker, Naerie, appeared holding a small, wooden cup. She passed it over to the first speaker, who held it to your mouth. “Here. Drink,” they said.

You sipped slowly. It wasn’t as pure as the water you were used to on your ship- it had a strange, slightly plant-like taste to it. Still, it was water and relatively clean, and it helped focus your mind and soothe your throat.

You leaned away from the water glass and cleared your throat. It was still sore, but it was functional. “Where am I?”

“It speaks,” Naerie said. Their voice was mildly surprised.

“Yeah. It does,” you said. “I… remember crashing here.”

“We saw that,” the first speaker said. “Well, we saw you fall into the ocean and dragged you to shore. I think your suit absorbed most of the impact?”

“They’re designed for kinetic redistribution.” The first speaker nodded, though their expression was entirely devoid of understanding. “Um. That means they’re designed to spread impact shock away from my body. I’m probably bruised, but I shouldn’t have broken anything.”

“I’ve never seen a human before,” the first speaker said. They lifted one of your hands, toying with your fingers curiously. They seemed fascinated by your lack of fins. “Not in person, anyway.”

“Yes. You’re quite a… reclusive species.” Naerie’s lip curled. A sliver of ice-cold worry dropped into the pit of your stomach. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“It-” An abrupt rush of memories cut your voice off. You remembered running, barely able to feel your limbs through the numbness of fear. You remembered navigating a tiny fighter ship with numb fingers. You remembered flying and flying, not toward anything, but just away, away, away. And then watching the slow failure of your ship’s systems, feeling the ice cold of space leech into your cabin, the thinness of the air. The certainty that you were going to die, cold and alone in space and that somehow, that was entirely better than being where you had been.

“Oh, hey. Shh, shh.” Scaled arms wrapped around you, tugging you against a warm chest. The first speaker was hugging you, nuzzling their face against your head. “It’s okay! You’re safe now.”

“I’m alone,” you said, voice choked. Tears spilled down your cheeks. “I swear. I’m alone. No one’s with me. I didn’t mean to come here. I’ll leave.”

“You don’t have to leave! It’s okay!” The first speaker tugged you into their chest and glared at the other. “Naerie! Be nice! It’s okay, shh, shh.” They rocked back and forth, pressing your head to their chest. “You’re okay. You’re safe now.”

“If you’re alone, then I suppose it’s fine,” Naerie said. They seemed unsettled by your sudden tears. “All right. Terraso, let them lie back. We should get a good look at them, make sure they’re not hurt.”

You ended up wearing only the thin undersuit of your flight suit while Naerie probed at you delicately. In the end, it was determined that you were likely badly bruised, but not seriously injured. As Naerie prodded at your body, Terraso prodded at your mind by conversing cheerily. Names and pronouns were formally exchanged, and you learned that your rescuers were a couple, and lived on their own on the outskirts of a large city.

“I don’t suppose you have anywhere to go,” Naerie said, glancing you over. “You lost everything with your ship, didn’t you?”

You nodded. Technically, the only thing you had lost was a second set of clothes, but they didn’t need to know that. “I know how to live on my own.” Not really true, but you were pretty sure you could figure something out. “I can-”

“Absolutely not!” Terraso reared up on his long, serpentine lower half. “If you don’t have anywhere to stay, you should stay with us.” He turned, looking pleadingly at Naerie. “We can’t just kick her out.”

Naerie, despite her cool nature, didn’t seem keen on kicking you out either. Her brow puckered as she looked you up and down. “No, I suppose not,” she said. “You look as though you’re one missed meal away from starvation.”

You laughed. “It’s fine. I’ve missed plenty of meals before.”

Terraso and Naerie stared at you. Apparently that statement wasn’t as reassuring as you’d expected it to be. “You’re staying,” Naerie said. “Tomorrow, we can go into the city and see if we can get you set up with a life preserver pass. It’ll at least let you stay for a couple of months.”

“Life preserver pass?” you repeated.

“It’s like an emergency citizenship card. For people who end up planetside on accident, and are having trouble getting back home. If you get a citizen to stick up for you, you can get a life preserver pass until you figure out how to go home again,” Terraso said.

“That’s the simplified version. There’s a little more to it than that. Terms and conditions and all that. But you don’t need to know that to fill out the paperwork,” Naerie said.

Terraso rolled his eyes and leaned close to speak in a stage whisper. “Don’t mind her. She works for interplanetary governmental communications. Lots of paperwork.”

You nodded. “What do you do?”

“Oh. Mind the house, mostly.” Terraso rolled onto his back, swishing his tail idly.

You stared. “Mind the house?”

“You know. Cook, clean, make sure everything’s all nice for Naerie when she comes home,” Terraso said.

You mulled that over. “You don’t have a job?”

Terraso shrugged. “I mean, I keep everything in the household running. That’s kind of a job. When we have kids someday, I’ll take care of them.” He gave Naerie an eager look. She smiled back at him. “Didn’t they have house spouses where you came from?”

“Everyone worked,” you said. “Both my parents. All my siblings. If you had time to relax, you had too much time on your hands.”

Naerie and Terraso exchanged a look. “Where did you say you were from again?” Naerie asked. Her voice was soft, like she was talking to something easily spooked. You bristled at the implication.

“I’m from the Unity Formation,” you said. Naerie looked at Tarraso. He shrugged.

“Okay. Well. You’ve been through a lot. Why don’t you let Terraso take care of you for a while? I’ll start getting things set up for going into the city and getting you a life preserver pass.” They exchanged a couple more significant looks as Naerie slipped into the water at the other side of the house. It seemed strange, but you were too exhausted to care. You slumped back against the wall.

“You want anything to eat?” Terraso asked. There was a forced, cheery note in his voice. “You really are skinny. It’d probably be good for you to eat.”

It was clear he was trying to distract you, but you were hungry enough to allow it. “Sure.” Terraso grinned and started rummaging through cabinets, chattering cheerily all the while. His voice rose and fell like a wave. After a little bit, you didn’t even hear the individual words anymore. Just the soothing sound of his voice.

The next morning, Nearie provided you with some clothes. They were toga-like, made more for her legless species than yours, but you accepted them regardless. They covered everything important, anyway. Terraso fussed over you until you had eaten nearly two large helpings of breakfast. Feeling uncomfortably full, you left with your companions for the city.

The city was built much in the same way as their house- partially submerged, with other members of the alien species slipping in and out of water with ease. However, you noticed a few other land-walkers, like you, walking easily through the part of the city that was on land.

Naerie noticed you looking. “This city’s one of the more progressive ones. It’s the only interstellar spaceport, so we get a lot of other species here. Not many humans, though.”

You shook your head. “That’s okay.” A hulking, bladed creature strode by. You tried not to stare. There were more species here than you’d ever seen in your entire life. Gawking at them would probably not make a good first impression. Naerie saved you by slithering up to the front door of a tall, stately building and gesturing you inside.

It was several hours of bureaucratic wrangling before you could leave the building again, this time with a subdermal implant marking your status as a temporary citizen. You toyed at the small bump on your skin. It was designed for easy removal, but you couldn’t stop prodding at it, barely holding in the urge to rip it back out. The feeling of something like that under your skin again was unsettling.

The next stop was the shopping district. There were a few small, out-of-the-way shops that catered to bipeds, and you left laden with new clothes. The variety was amazing- you had never seen so many different kinds of fabric in your life, or so many rich, vibrant colors. It was almost overwhelming.

“Is this all right?” you asked as the three of you left the shop. “It must have been expensive. I can try to pay you back-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Naerie said, waving her hand in your direction. “Temporary citizens get a small stipend to fund their lives here until they can get stabilized or off planet.”

“Oh.” You looked down at the clothes. “And you’re okay with me staying with you? I don’t want to be a bother. I-”

“I think it’s exciting!” Terraso cut in. “I’ve never really interacted with a human before.”

Naerie smiled warmly at him. “Terraso’s always been fascinated with aliens. And, regardless, we’re not the sort of people who throw those in need out on the street.” She gave a disdainful sniff, displaying her opinion of those sort of people.

The city glittered with glass spires as you headed out of the shopping district and into an area that smelled mouthwatering. “Want to get some lunch?” Terraso asked. His body bumped lightly against yours as he spoke. He had a habit of doing that, freely letting a hand rest on your side to pressing his shoulder against yours. You nearly jumped every time he touched you. The casual nature of it was surprising.

“I’m not hungry,” you said. “I had a lot for breakfast.” Not to mention that lunch was more of a holiday treat than something you ate every day.

“That was quite a few hours ago,” Naerie said. “You don’t eat much, do you?”

“I’m used to having only two meals a day,” you said, an edge of defensiveness creeping into your voice. Terraso and Naerie exchanged looks again.

In the end, Terraso convinced you to try some sort of fried plant that was apparently the city’s specialty. It was far richer and oilier than anything you’d ever eaten before, and you had to nibble it slowly. Terraso chattered amiably about the city- apparently he was something of an architect nerd and could list off a few interesting facts about most buildings, even the ones that didn’t look particularly impressive.

By the time you had returned home, you were exhausted, and your stomach was in revolt over the fried food. You spent most of the night hunched over their toilet while Naerie and Terraso alternately checked on you.

“I’m really sorry! I didn’t think it would make you sick,” Terraso said, tucking a blanket over your shoulders. You retched once more, bringing up thin bile. “I’ve seen humans eat that stuff before, so I just thought…”

“Maybe I’m allergic to it,” you suggested. Terraso made a chirruping noise of surprise.

“You weren’t gene treated for allergies as a kid?” he asked.

“Was I what?”

“Gene treated? You know, they do the histamine test and then they correct mast cells and…” He stared at your confused expression. “It’s standard medical procedure. Nobody gets sick or dies from allergies anymore.”

You shook your head. “We didn’t have it, I guess. I might not be allergic, anyway. I’ve never had anything like that before. Mostly, we had nutri-slurry.”

Terraso fussed with the edges of the blanket, twisting it between his hands as he tucked it around you again. “Did you grow up on a station in deep space?”

“Er.” You paused. “I grew up on a station.”

“You’re supposed to have one year planetside for every four years on the station. And more to eat than nutri-slurries.” Terraso’s tone was less scolding and more concerned. He gave you a look with his big, soft eyes. “Are you feeling any better? Less sick?”

“I’m okay,” you said. “You don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine.”

“Mm. I don’t believe you,” Terraso said. “You seem like one of those people who won’t admit to being sick even when you’re a fin’s thickness from death.”

“Being sick isn’t an excuse for missed work,” you mumbled. The memorized phrase jumped to your lips before you had time to even think about it. Terraso’s expression flickered for a moment before smoothing back to kindness.

“You don’t have any work to do right now, so why don’t you just rest?” Terraso curled his tail beneath him and smoothed the blanket between your shoulders. “Get some sleep. I’ll stay here.”

You were too weary to protest. Instead, you snuggled further under the blanket and closed your eyes. Even the twisting of your stomach wasn’t enough to keep you from the warm embrace of sleep.

Gradually, you settled into a sort of routine with your rescuers. You woke in the morning, ate breakfast, and Naerie would go to work. Then Terraso and you would take care of any household chores that needed doing. Given that there were two of you, it took much less time than usual, and Terraso would usually spend the rest of the day teaching you about the local culture. It was overwhelming at times, the level of variety that was present. So different from your home, it made your head spin.

As you got bolder with your questions, you noticed Naerie and Terraso exchanging looks more often. You just started calling it the Look in your head- you would say something about your home and they would give each other the Look. The Look usually meant the next few minutes would be full of awkward tension, while Naerie and Terraso circumnavigated the topic.

The first few times the Look occurred, it was strange. After that it quickly made its way to annoying, then straight up frustrating.

When they exchanged the Look after you spoke about the oddness of the local week-long festival, you put your foot down.

“If you think I haven’t noticed the two of you sneaking glances at each other every time I mention something from my home, you’re wrong,” you said. Terraso froze like a kid sneaking extra slurry. Naerie, on the other hand, seemed entirely unaffected. She put her utensils down and steepled her fingers, as best she could with webbed digits.

“We weren’t intending to keep anything from you,” she said. “But… ugh, I’m not going to dance around the reef anymore. Where exactly did you come from? You crashed here looking half starved, you usually refuse to discuss your old life, except cryptic, concerning details, and everything seems to suggest you crashed here on accident while running away from something. So. What were you running from?”

“I’m not a criminal,” you said. It came out far more defensive than you intended. Terraso sucked in a breath through his teeth and tried to play intermediary.

“We don’t think you’re a criminal! We don’t! That wasn’t what we were suggesting. We’re concerned, though,” he said, his voice softening. “We want to know that you’re safe. You don’t talk about your life before you came here. We’re just worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” Your voice was sharp, automatic. Defensiveness bristled all over you, like quills. “There is no reason to be concerned. I am still able to complete my duties.” Terraso blinked and he and Naerie exchanged the Look. “And stop doing that!”

“We didn’t mean to upset you. We’re only trying to look out for you.”

“I have been doing fine,” you said. “Please. Leave it.” Your voice shivered at the end. You swallowed. A shiver of fear rippled down your spine and dug into the pit of your stomach.

Terraso lifted his hands and spread his fins. “Hey,” he said, his voice lowering. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re all right.” He moved slowly toward you until he was within touching distance. Despite being close enough to hold you, he just extended his hands, like he was waiting for you to make the first move. “Breathe. Just breathe. You’re safe. I swear you’re safe here. Just wait for a moment until you come back to us. Okay?”

The soothing rise and fall of his tone relaxed something in the back of your brain. Your chest loosened and the trembling fear in your gut eased. Tentatively, you reached out and touched his hand. His fingers closed around yours, loose enough that you could pull away if you wanted to.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Naerie said. She was speaking in the same soothing register as Terraso, though she was somewhat less practiced at it. “I’m just worried. I want to know that you’re okay.”

Her voice was unbearably tender on the last word. Terraso’s thumb traced along the back of your knuckles. The combination of two, tiny, kind actions made something in you, something that had barely been holding steady all this time, crack.

Sobs shuddered through your chest. Terraso made a quiet cooing noise and you slumped blindly, fumblingly, into him. Naerie slipped around him to rest a gentle hand on your back. For several moments, they held you up as you cried.

Somehow, you weren’t entirely sure how, you ended up on the floor, cradled between Naerie and Terraso. One of Terraso’s cheeks rested on your head. Naerie was rubbing your back up and down in slow, loose circles. “Feeling better?” Terraso asked quietly.

“I think so,” you said. Despite the tension releasing in your chest, you couldn’t get your fingers to relax on Terraso’s arm. He didn’t mention it. “I- I know you’re worried.”

“You don’t have to talk about it,” Naerie said. “I shouldn’t have pushed it.”

“No. I know I should talk about it. It’s… not happy, though.” You took in a deep breath. Terraso nuzzled you comfortingly. “It’s… I spent most of my life on the Unification Centralized space station. My parents joined when I was two. It was supposed to be this… utopia, I guess. A self-sustaining space station. But it wasn’t that. Once you were on the station, you couldn’t leave, and you had to work for the greater good. They said that all the time. You needed to work for the greater good. If you weren’t working, if you got sick, it meant you weren’t strong enough, that there was something wrong with you. And that was life. You worked and you tried to keep on the good side of the leadership, and if you didn’t you were in trouble.”

Naerie was looking at you with a combination of worry and horror. You glanced toward her face, but you couldn’t maintain eye contact. “I… left. My little sister- she was born after my parents joined. She got sick. Really sick. They said that she was being… I don’t know, punished for something.” Tears stung at your eyes, but your emotions had become manageable enough to repress them. “She died. Because we weren’t allowed to get help for her. And I didn’t know where to go after that but I knew I couldn’t stay there.”

“So, you left,” Terraso said. “That must have been terrifying.”

“It wasn’t, really,” you said. “I mean, it was. But it all seemed really far away. I didn’t want to die, but I guess I figured that staying there was a death sentence anyway, so it didn’t matter. I just… I had to leave. I had to.”

There was silence for a few minutes. Terraso rested his head on your shoulder. Naerie’s arm lay across your shoulders. Their touch felt stabilizing, grounding, like it was what was pulling you to the planet, not the gravity.

“I’m sorry,” Naerie said. “I’m sorry that happened to you. And I’m sorry about your sister.”

“Thank you.” Your voice grated in your throat. You cleared it a few times.

“How did you come here?” Terraso asked. “Did you just pick a planet to go to at random?”

You snorted. “I didn’t even get that far. I just tried to go in a different direction from the space station as fast as I could. I used one of the little space hoppers, the ones that are only supposed to be used for short travels. They don’t have onboard navigation systems.”

“That was reckless,” Naerie said. “You could have died. You almost did die.”

You shrugged. “I know. Like I said, I wasn’t really all that focused on surviving. I just wanted to get away.”

Terraso hugged you. His tail swung up, loosely wrapping around your waist. Naerie petted your head absently, though her gaze was distant.

“Please focus on surviving now,” Terraso said. His voice came out soft enough that it was almost a murmur. “It’s… scary to hear you talk like that. Like you don’t care if you live or die.”

You brushed your hand along his head, prompting his fins to stand to attention. “It’s okay. I’m feeling better now. It’s easier, with you two here. Like I have something to live for.”

Naerie smiled at you. Her eyes softened, glittering with emotion in a way you’d only seen when she looked at Terraso. Something in your chest tightened and loosened in the same moment.

“I have a suggestion,” Naerie said. “You have never experienced anything like the festival before, have you?” You shook your head. Naerie smiled. “Well. Why don’t we go out? It will be a good experience for you to have fun.”

Terraso perked up, lifting his head off your shoulders. “Yes! We haven’t been to one of the festivals in so long and it’s so much better with someone who hasn’t been before! You’ll love it.” He straightened up, tail coiling and uncurling with enthusiasm. “Only if you want to go, of course,” he added, looking at you with uncertainty.

“I’ve never been to one before,” you said, “so I won’t know what it is you’re supposed to do…”

Terraso grabbed your hands, squeezing them in his. “You’re not supposed to do anything except have fun! It’ll be good, I promise! And if you’re not having a good time, we can just go home.”

“It’s true. There’s no reason we can’t come back if you aren’t enjoying yourself,” Naerie said. “I think you’d enjoy it. And I think I’d enjoy seeing you have fun.”

“Okay, okay. If you both are so excited, then we’ll go. I just need a minute to get ready-”

“Meet us outside in ten,” Naerie said. She slipped underwater with Terraso, presumably so they could both get ready themselves.

Ten minutes later, Naerie met you outside. She flicked her fins casually in the faint sunlight that filtered through the clouds. “Terraso will be along in a moment. He likes to dress up.”

“Dress up?” The concept of getting into fancy dress to go places was still a bit of a foreign concept to you. Everyone had worn the same uniform in your old home.

“He likes the festivals,” Naerie said. “You’ll see.”

Almost as soon as she’d finished speaking, Terraso emerged from the sea, squirming in excitement. His fins seemed a brighter shade of red than usual, though you weren’t sure if he was slightly flushed or if it was an effect of the bright gold piercings he’d applied. A few of them even had red, fluttering cloths attached to them, giving the impression that he had more fins than he did.

“Are we ready to go?” he asked. Naerie smiled, linking one of her arms through his. The way her eyes roved over his body almost made you blush.

“We were waiting on you.” She reached out and, to your surprise, linked her other arm through yours. You tried not to look too surprised. As strange as it was, you didn’t want to do anything that might make her let go.

The city was enveloped in brilliant lights when you arrived. Aliens and natives alike were out in the streets, laughing and talking and shouting amongst themselves. The air smelled of a hundred different things, all delicious. Stalls were set up all over the streets, most of them with various pieces of art or food or souvenirs for sale. A few of them seemed to be offering some sort of lessons in art or dance or other such things. It was almost immediately overwhelming. Not negatively overwhelming, but it took you a moment to process everything.

“You should decide what we do first,” Terraso said. He looked at you with bright, eager eyes. “See anything you like?”

“Er,” you said. There were a lot of things that looked interesting, but you couldn’t sort out what a lot of them were, much less what you would enjoy.

“Terraso,” Naerie said. “Why don’t you pick first? We’ve been here before, after all, so we should be guides.”

In the end, Terraso dragged you over to some sort of simple game that consisted of tossing small balls into several different containers. You tried a couple of times, but the game was a lot more difficult than it looked. After quite a few tries, Terraso managed to score enough points to receive a stuffed toy resembling one of the many eel-like creatures that lived in their oceans.

“Here!” He thrust it into your arms, smiling triumphantly. You blinked down at it, a little confused.

“I don’t need this?” you said. “You don’t even have stuffed animals in your house. Why were you so intent on winning it? I don’t even think it’s particularly well made.”

“That’s not the point!” Terraso said, still grinning broadly. “The point is winning! Especially winning something for someone else!”

“He loves those games,” Naerie said, leaning over to speak quietly in your ear. “He’ll spend all our money on those things if we let him.”

You looked down at the stuffed toy in your arms. It looked pretty wonky, honestly. “Why? You could probably buy one of these for pretty cheap. Why spend so much money to win it? There’s no point.”

Naerie smiled slightly, eyes glittering. “Of course there’s a point. It’s to have fun.”

Naerie ended up drawing you over to some art booths. There were some live demonstrations, even things like glass blowing. You were fascinated by the careful motions, the way the demonstrator was able to twist blazingly hot glass into delicate shapes. Apparently taking into account how fascinated you were, Naerie practically shoved you into the arena the instant the demonstrator asked for a volunteer.

The demonstrator was kind and gentle as he helped you through the moves. In the end, you had a small replica of an undersea plant. Apparently you had a knack for shaping glass and the demonstrator insisted that you have another lesson when you came to pick up the piece from him.

“Perhaps there’s an apprenticeship there for you,” Naerie said as you rejoined her and Terraso.

“An apprenticeship?” you repeated. It hadn’t been something you were considering.

“Just a suggestion,” Naerie said. “You seemed to enjoy it and he seemed like a good teacher. I was only thinking- you’ve been here for a while. Perhaps it’s time to start… setting down roots?”

Her voice was delicate, gentle, but you could feel the intensity behind both her and Terraso’s gazes. It was true- you’d been living with them for a while, but you hadn’t really made any preparations to fend for yourself. You’d just been sort of floating.

“It’s something to think about,” Naerie said, putting a soft hand on your arm. “You don’t need to think about it right now.”

Your stomach picked that moment to interrupt. Terraso burst into high-pitched giggles. You glared. “Maybe we should get something to eat,” he said. “Something that’s not too hard on your stomach.” You pulled a face. They’d never forgotten your incident after the fried food and, in all fairness, you couldn’t either. Your stomach had adjusted to some of the heavier fare, but you were still prodded to nausea by anything with too much grease.

Naerie ended up picking some kind of grilled plant matter skewered on a thin wooden stick. Terraso practically crawled over her back as she took the sticks from the vendor. “Here, here, take it,” she said, passing him the stick. He bit into it delightedly, tail wriggling. She offered you one as well and you bit into it tentatively.

The fruit was sweet and salty in equal measure, with just a bit of bitterness from the char. You practically ripped into it, eating it with a ravenous fervor. Within a minute, it was gone.

Naerie laughed. “We’ll have to get you some more of those,” she said. She held out her own stick. “Here. You can have a bit of mine, too.”

You paused. Naerie had already taken a few bites out of it, and she was holding it out to you like she was just expecting you to take a bite while she was holding it. Somehow, that idea came across as almost unbearably intimate. A flush started to creep up your face. Still, Naerie was looking at you with expectance. Maybe you were overreacting? And even if you weren’t… you wanted to. Slowly, you leaned forward and took a delicate bite of the sweet fruit.

Naerie smiled. “Good?” Her voice had taken on a melodic tone, one that made your blushing even worse. You nodded slowly.

“Good,” you said. Terraso smiled and winked at you over Naerie’s shoulder. You looked down at the ground, flustered. “Er. We should, er. Keep going, right?”

The rest of the night was spent wandering the festival, attending the booths and activities. There was more to experience than you’d ever seen before- rides and shows and games all in a riot of colors. At some point, Naerie had pressed alcohol into your hands and you’d started drinking. Terraso was in a similar drunken state, giggling and flopping around, his slithering unsteady.

When the three of you made it back home, all of you were tipsy, bordering on drunk. Naerie was the most sober, but that wasn’t necessarily saying much. She managed to get both you and Terraso in the door before she slumped against a wall, giggling faintly.

Terraso was wrapped around you like a scaly rope, tightening his grip every time you tried to wriggle free. His head was pressed into the side of your neck, fins tickling lightly against your skin.

“Tired,” he mumbled. “Go to bed.”

“You can go to bed, if you want, but you gotta let go!” you said.

“No!” Terraso nuzzled further into your neck. “I want to sleep with yooouuu.”

“I can’t sleep underwater. I’ll drown,” you reminded him.

“Then I’ll sleep up here,” he declared. He lifted his head from your neck and, with some effort, focused his attention on Naerie. “Come on! Come sleep with us!” He made grabby hands at her, then started giggling. “Ooh. Sleep together. Ha ha. We shooouuuld.”

The double entendre made your cheeks grow warm. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” you said, trying to gently pry him off of you. That only made him cling tighter.

“But Naerie said she wouldn’t miiind,” Terraso said. He tilted his head, hanging off of you so he was looking at Naerie upside down. “Right? You said you wouldn’t miiiiiiind, Naerie.” He looped his arms tighter around your neck. “You’re so nice and pretty.” He hiccupped. “And- and- I love yooouuu.” His face was almost completely buried in your neck, muffling his voice. “I love you and Naerie and I wanna be with both of you! Naerie agrees!”

You looked up at Naerie. She was staring at you with wide eyes. It was hard to tell with her species, but you were pretty sure she was blushing. “He’s very drunk,” she said apologetically. “He tends to be, er. Very open when he has too much.” She held her hands out. “Here, I can take him and make sure he gets to bed okay.”

“Noooo!” Terraso wailed. He wrapped around you as tightly as he could. “Not goin’ anywhere!”

Perhaps you also had gotten a little tipsy, because you were feeling unusually bold. “I don’t mind,” you said. “If he wants to stay with me, that’s fine. He can sleep in my bed tonight.”

“Yay!” Terraso mumbled from his position against your shoulder. Naerie seemed conflicted, but she helped you and Terraso into bed. Despite how awkward it made things, Terraso was very insistent on not letting go of you at all.

“What he was talking about before,” you said as Naerie helped you into bed. “That stuff he said, about…”

“About the sleeping with you?” Naerie asked. She sounded unusually unsteady. “Yes. It was. I’m sure he wouldn’t have said anything if the drink hadn’t rendered him completely senseless.” Despite her words, her tone was affectionate. “We didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It doesn’t,” you said hurriedly. Terraso moaned and somehow managed to snuggle closer to you. “I like you. Both of you. You’re the first people who’ve ever been really nice to me. And you’re both so sweet and Terraso’s funny and you’re so caring- I don’t think I could ever find anyone better.”

“I was hesitant to approach you about it,” Naerie said in a slow, uncertain voice. “I didn’t want to make you feel pressured to be in a relationship with us because we’re the ones helping you. But we… have discussed it. Polyamorous relationships are fairly common among our species. We’ve been interested.”

“I’ve never had any kind of relationship before,” you said. “Not a romantic one, anyway. So I’ll be a little new to this. If you’re still okay with going through with this?”

Naerie smiled and leaned closer to you. One of her hands lingers on your face. “I think I would be interested in teaching you. And I’m certain you couldn’t drag Terraso away with wild therians.”

“It’s true,” Terraso mumbled into your shoulder.

Something in your stomach fluttered. “If- if you’re sure, then.”

Naerie smiled. “I could not be more sure,” she said. She leaned in, then paused, your faces less than an inch apart. You realized she was waiting for you to make the next move. It took you a moment to steel your confidence, then you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers.

The kiss was clumsy and uncertain, but it managed to be good nonetheless. When you broke apart again, you were giggling giddily.

“Perhaps you need practice,” Naerie said, a faint smile playing with her mouth.

“I’ll help,” Terraso declared. He pressed a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth. Naerie laughed, easing him off of you and into bed. His tail wrapped around your leg insistently, though, and there was no way you would be able to pry it off.

“I suppose we’re staying up here tonight,” Naerie said. Terraso nuzzled into your side with a happy sigh. Naerie smiled. “He’s happy, at least.”

“I’m happy too,” you said. Naerie looked up at you, eyes soft with affection.

“Yes. I am too.”

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