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ragzonacamrencruise · 7 months ago

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Could you do Azutara and the soulmate au for the send a ship prompt?

soulmates au is #1

hehehehe okay let's do this!

this is an universe where the first words spoken to you by your soulmate gets tattooed anywhere on your body.

...

Azula never really believed in this soulmate stuff everyone was always talking about. Maybe it was because her mom realised her dad wasn't her supposed soulmate and left with another man who she thinks is. Well, if you ask Azula, she'd fume that her mom should've figured it out before she had two kids. No, really, what kinda universe would like for a 6 year old and an 8 year old to be motherless?

So, it comes as a surprise to Azula when she turns her head to the seats next to her. She's always been a cricket geek. Don't ask her why, she doesn't know. It can be a nail-biting, edge-of-the-seat thriller sometimes, and she likes it for the excitement, maybe. She'd always come to this stadium whenever the Fire Ferrets are playing. And she'd always book this row of seats to watch from. It had better vantage over the whole ground and she liked the distance too.

The stairs beside her seat meant, she could up and leave whenever she wanted, if the match was getting quite boring or if she realises her team is losing. But today . . . today is different.

Today she looks to her left and across the stairway, and sure enough, there's this moron of a fan who's wearing blue from top to foot and is screaming his lungs out at the ground whenever his team, the 'Pole Waves' is losing or winning. The weird thing that stands out is his quirky pony-tail.

But that's not what gets Azula's attention. This screaming, pony-tail guy leans forward and backward now and then and that reveals glimpses of the most gorgeous girl Azula's ever laid eyes upon. Sure she could use a little make-up to boost her prominent features, but from this distance, Azula's pretty sure that up close, the girl would sure be dazzling.

From the glimpses she's been getting, Azula bets that the girl is embarrassed by the screaming, pony-tail guy. Surely, they've come together. A petty resentment bubbles up inside Azula's chest. Not because she's jealous. But because she doesn't believe in soulmates and she has no idea what the universe has in store for her, if it decides to act up. She doesn't wanna get her hopes up with that pretty girl, who she's only gonna see this one time and probably never gonna see again.

She averts her eyes from seat across the stairway. And good thing she did too. Because the Pole Waves just hit a 6 and the ball is coming straight to Azula's face.

Azula, being Azula, extends her arm out in a cat like reflex, catching the ball in her hand, efforlessly.

The whole stadium erupts in cheer for the Pole Waves, and people around Azula erupt in cheer for her, amazed at the way she caught the ball. She looks at the ball in her hand. It feels gross and wet. Her face takes up a disgusted look before she throws the ball towards the ground, in order to resume the play.

And the next thing she knows, she's flinching from a sudden shrill sound in her left ear.

"OH MY GOD! THAT WAS AWESOME!! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?! I KNOW WE SUPPORT OUR OPPONENTS BUT THAT WAS PRETTY COOL!!!!! I'M SOKKA BY THE WAY!!!!! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!?!?!"

Okay, so, Azula's pretty sure that she just went deaf.

She looks to her side and her eyes instantly find the pony-tail guy with an excited look on his face, looking expectantly at her. The guy spent too long yelling at the ground that he almost forgot what it is like to talk normally, Azula assumes.

Her face is still warped, trying to recover from her ringing ear, when the girl she spent most of the tournament stealing glances at, comes up behind the pony-tail guy (did he say Sokka was him name?! No, she's pretty sure it's Succa-), and the girl grabs his arm and pulls him away, muttering something in his ear, that Azula guesses is supposed to ask him to behave himself.

Azula leaves for her home then, having had enough of this debacle. Her team is losing badly anyways.

...

She doesn't know how. She doesn't know why. But when she looks to her left side across the stairway near her seat in the stadium, Azula's eyes fall helplessly on the same girl her eyes fell on weeks ago and her stomach does this curious back-flip. It's like a weird sort of deja vu, Azula thinks, but somehow she also remembers both the events as clear as glass.

She shakes her head and tries to watch the game. But her wandering mind doesn't stop flying over the details. Azula had spent the better half of an entire week after the last match to forget about the girl with the brilliant blue eyes, brown locks of hair that fall on her shoulders like waves, and her loud as fuck companion (Azula gave up on remembering his name and just calls him 'Pony-tail guy' in her head).

But, Azula never thought she'll be seeing that girl again, considering how she's seen a lot of beautiful girls but never had the chance to see them again. But this . . . this feels different somehow. She doesn't want to think about it, but it's all she can think about. Maybe she also thinks about how the girl would look up close, or how full the girl's lips are-

Wait- The girl's lips are full, right?!

Azula's eyes immediately shoot to her left, unable to resist herself anymore. But she almost reels back in shock when she finds the other girl staring straight at her, hypnotic blue eyes locking on to Azula's golden brown orbs for not more than 2 seconds, before she averts her heated gaze to whatever the pony-tail guy is screaming about.

There's a significant distance between them, but Azula's body reacts to the silent interaction (if she can even call it that) as if the blue-eyed girl was standing right in front of her. What will Azula do if the girl actually stands before her and stares at her like that, Azula doesn't like to spend too much time mulling over. This is hard enough as it is.

The rest of the match, Azula feels eyes on her. Blue ones, to be precise. But she almost nails her own eyes to the ground in front of her, trying not to look back to her left. She even finds herself getting distracted by the game for a little while. After all, that's what she came here to do, didn't she?!

At recess, the pony-tail guy moves to the stairway towards the area where snacks are sold, and he immediately recognises Azula, much to Azula's resentment.

"Hey! You're the girl who caught the ball last match!" He calls over to her. Azula looks at him awkwardly, giving him the fakest smile she could muster. He pays no heed to her unease. "I'm Sokka, remember?! We met last match!"

Actually, she remembers him as 'pony-tail guy', but he doesn't need to know that.

"Yeah . . ." She trails off, not really wanting to have a full-blown small talk. "I remember."

"Cool!!" He beams. "I'm here with my sister. Wanna come join us?!"

Okay, so they aren't together together. They're siblings. Geez, she should've known better. Also, who joins a stranger on their first time meeting?! Second time meeting but it doesn't really count.

"I . . . uh . . ." Azula doesn't know what'll happen to her if she ever has a proper conversation with the blue-eyed girl. Her brother seems to sport the same eye shade too; must be a family event.

The overly-excited brother seems to catch on to Azula's hesitation. "Hey, it's okay. I get it! You don't have to if you don't want to. Have a nice day!" He chirps and gives her a wide smile before heading his way to the snack stands.

Azula's eyes land on the pony-tail guy's sister as he leaves and she looks . . . wait, pissed?! Why does she look pissed off?! She's glaring at her brother's retreating form and Azula's body shudders at the look on the girl's face. She looks extremely fucking hot when she's pissed and Azula doesn't know what to do with this information.

Blue eyes fall on Azula suddenly, and Azula panics and turns to the ground in a hurry, not wanting to look at the girl when her mind is starting to fill with unholy thoughts.

When the game ends, Fire Ferrets gaining victory quicker than she anticipated, Azula walks out of the stadium at top speed, not wanting to dwell there any longer.

...

It's the blue-eyed girl.

She's here.

From this angle, only the blue-eyed girl's wild, wavy, brown locks are visible and yet Azula recognised her in a jiffy.

Azula's pretty sure she hasn't seen this girl in this coffee shop. She would know cuz this is the shop she comes to regularly and never once had she seen this girl here. It's all very suspicious. It's already the third time her eyes are finding the girl in like two months and Azula's getting worried that it's the universe playing tricks on her.

She averts her eyes from the line before the coffee shop counter where the blue-eyed girl is standing at.

No, she thinks. She wouldn't let the universe dictate her life. She's already had enough of it through her mother. She has her coffee order on the table she's sitting at and that's all she needs to look at. NOT the counter.

Maybe the girl and her loud-as-fuck brother are new to town or something. Yeah. That could be it. All Azula needs to do is wait till the girl leaves the shop and then continue on with her life like nothing happened.

Azula looks at the counter slyly, through her lashes, trying to see if the coast is clear for her. But unfortunately for her, the blue-eyed girl turns around from the counter, having received her order, and steps out of line.

Maybe it really is Azula's unlucky day or something, when the blue eyes that's been haunting her from day one, falls directly on her in a sharp glance and Azula's stomach jumps up to her mouth.

The girl stops dead on her tracks, coffee almost spilling from her hand. Azula's heart skips a beat when the girl stares at her with her lips falling open slowly.

But it only lasts a second more, before blue eyes frown deeply and rush out of the shop in a hurry.

Azula blinks at the blank space left at the girl's wake.

She really needs to get her health checked.

...

Azula gets a ticket far away from her usual seat. She does NOT want to run into that damned girl again. Azula would never ever admit to the way her stoamch flips every time they have a silent interaction though.

She walks into the stadium for a much awaited relaxing match, a little strange with getting a different seat from her usual one. And she made sure that the Pole Waves were NOT playing this match, so the chances of running into the girl and her pony-tailed brother are almost zero.

She melts into her seat, excited for her team.

...

Azula's in the middle of watching her team win deliberately, when she hears a sharp voice near her.

"Are you stalking me?"

She whips her head around, almost missing a whiplash. And the moment she does, her eyes fall on wavy, brown hair and stunningly deep, blue eyes that's all too familiar; and her heart jumps to her throat.

The moment she recognises who it is, there is a sudden sharp pain in the nape of her neck. Her eyes are locked on the girl's hypnotic ones, but she can't help but get distracted by the pain she's feeling on her neck.

She hisses softly, her palm flying to her neck and catching hold of her nape, trying to ease the pain. But the girl in front of her is having none of it.

"I'll call the cops if I catch you trailing me next time." The girl says, before turning on her heel and walking away briskly.

Azula stares after her, still wincing from the pain on her neck.

What just happened?!

...

Azula spends almost fifteen minutes trying to angle her phone in a way that would photograph the back of her neck. She's in her room, trying so hard not to think of the girl and how the hell she found her in a stadium full of people.

And damn this cursed pain.

Her neck is sore, and Azula's pretty sure that a bee stung her or something. She really needs to see what's going on in order to plan the best course of action.

She gives up after fifteen minutes though. It's tiresome to twist and turn your hand in order to take a picture of the back of your neck. Then suddenly, and idea hits her. She's seen hairstylists do this and it really is the best course of action.

She runs to her dressing mirror and opens the front camera in her phone. She holds the phone behind her neck and the reflection of the front camera's image falls on the mirror in front of her and-

Wait a damn minute-

Is that a tattoo?!

She gasps and drops her phone in shock.

No way . . .

She picks her phone back up and holds it behind her neck again, not believing her eyes.

It's a tattoo, for sure. It says, "Are you stalking me?" in neat, cursive, black letters and the skin around it is tender and red. But that doesn't stop the faint blue glow that's emanating from the etching on her nape.

It looks . . . beautiful.

The reality of the situation sinks in Azula's brain.

Sure, she knows the significance of this. It's been literally told to her a million times by million different people, what happens when the first words are spoken to you by your soulmate. But she never really wanted it to happen to her, and the fact that it happened with the girl she's been dying to get out of her head is completely insane for Azula.

And imagine the look on the girl's face if Azula goes and proclaims this revelation to her.

Keyword: IF.

...

Azula's scaning through the different varieties of milk kept at the shelves of Walmart. She's been here for five minutes and still hasn't arrived upon a choice.

And that's when she feels herself getting yanked by the arm all of a sudden. She yelps at the quick tug, stumbling along the store out of balance, trying to pull her arm away from the deadly grip.

She feels herself getting dragged to the back of the store to where the restrooms are. The door opens and shuts and Azula feels a sharp pain on her back as she gets slammed against the closed door of the surprisingly big Walmart bathroom.

She hisses in pain, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.

Her collars get yanked forward and her hazy vision focuses on the person in front of her. Her eyes immediately widen as she realises it's the blue-eyed girl standing close to her, breathing hot air against her face in short gasps.

"Didn't I tell you not to stalk me?! I don't even need the police to take you down."

Azula flinches from the proximity, her heartbeat through the roof. She rests her hands on the girl's hips, readily available for her to hold.

And what's this whole thing about Azula being a stalker?!

Azula was literally buying milk. The whole thing is just confusing as fuck to her, so she takes a deep breath. She contemplates the situation for a whole minute, staring at her supposed soulmate in question.

Then she speaks in a firm, soft voice. "I'm Azula, and I'm your soulmate."

The blue eyed girl stares at her. "What?"

"I'm Azula, and I'm your soulmate." Azula repeats herself, thinking that the girl didn't hear her properly.

"No way-" The girl cuts herself short and suddenly winces in pain.

Azula's brow raises as she notices the girl's hand fall away from her collars and clutch her chest. "Ow!" She exclaims.

A faint, golden glow erupts from the girl's chest and Azula can't help but notice that the colour is so pretty bouncing off of the girl's deep, blue eyes.

The hand still clutching Azula's collar is now doing it for a different purpose. The girl is completely bracing herself against Azula and she can't help but think that she wants the girl to do it more.

She's trying so hard to soothe the pain, but Azula knows exactly how that pain feels, as she experienced the same thing mere days ago. It's especially hard if someone hasn't had a tattoo experience before.

"Don't fight it." Azula quips, not really knowing what to say or do.

When Katara looks up finally, Azula notes that she's completely in a state of shock, still trying to make sense of whatever is happening. Her delicate, brown fingers catch hold of her blouse and removes the top button carefully.

When she pulls her shirt collars apart, revealing her chest, a small gasp escapes both of their throats.

The faint gold-tinted glow is wrapped around fine, neat, and precise, black, embedded writing that says, "I'm Azula, and I'm your soulmate."

The blue eyed girl's delicate fingers run over the tattoo that conveniently sits right on top of her chest bone, as if to proclaim that she's Azula's property and no one is supposed to touch her other than Azula herself.

She won't admit it, but Azula likes that idea too much to the point where she wants to kiss the tattoo on the girl's skin over and over again, claiming the blue eyed angel for herself.

The girl stares at Azula, eyes wide with shock.

Then like a whirlwind, she exits the bathroom, leaving Azula blinking at the empty space she left at her wake.

...

Katara's pretty sure she's going crazy. It's not even been a whole week since her soulmate was revealed, and she already feels like the whole world is conspiring against her to make her meet the girl at every chance she gets.

Azula.

Katara would never admit that the stalker's name feels exquisite, rolling off her tongue. She's spent countless hours staring at the glowing tattoo on her chest. It strangely matches the stalker's eye colour and Katara doesn't know what to do with this fact.

She's been trying to avoid anything and everything that is even remotely related to the soulmate situation. It didn't take the humans long to commercialize this whole thing. Anywhere you turn there's a shop that asks you to buy stuff that your soulmate might like.

It's exhausting.

Especially when Katara wants nothing to do with it. She's been dreaming of having her soulmate and ever since she was a little girl, she's been planning their wedding and whatnot. But she certainly did NOT expect a freaking STALKER to be her soulmate.

It crumbled every expectation she's ever had about the whole soulmate situation.

Now, walking rapidly in uptown Republic City, she's determined to avoid any and every commercial shop that is intent on selling her stuff that offers to make the soulmates happy. She's already taken a different route, walking in uncharted territories just so that she might not have to deal with street vendors.

One in particular is this balloon guy. He's been pestering her for full five minutes now, asking her to buy a balloon for her soulmate just because she has the glow surrounding her that only happens to people who've found their soulmates.

"Make them happy today!" He calls out loud towards her, bombarding her with a face full of balloons.

"No, thank you!" She tries to clear out the balloons in front of her face, blocking her vision.

But she isn't quick enough as her foot, unfortunately, finds the step to the sidewalk and she's falling.

She's falling hard and fast, until suddenly, she feels a steady grip on her arm and she's not falling anymore. She jerks forward, her whole body launching in the opposite direction due to the inertia it wants to stay in. But the grip on her arm is firm. A moment later, she's being pulled up.

She's so incredibly grateful for the person who caught her, cuz without them, she would've totally ate dirt.

"Thank you so much for-" Katara's eyes suddenly find the person who helped her and the words die down in her throat.

It's her.

The stalker.

She's looking down at her, casually holding a blue balloon in one hand and Katara with her other. She has this smug smile on her face, as if she knows something Katara doesn't and Katara just wants to slap it away.

"YOU!" Katara exclaims, eyes wide and nose flaring in rage. "This was all your doing, wasn't it?!"

The stalker's eyes narrows ever so slightly. "What?"

Katara's at her wits end here. This is getting waaayyyy outta line and Katara is pretty sure she didn't ask for any of this. "You arranged for that balloon guy, didn't you?!"

Azula's eyes lift up to look over Katara's shoulder and sure enough, the balloon guy is standing there, silently witnessing this happen. All it takes is one harsh glance from Azula and he's running away from them at top speed.

"He was selling balloons for soulmates and I thought something was up." Azula addresses Katara. "So, I bought one."

"Wha-?!" Katara is cut of yet again as she tries to step forward, forgetting that there still is a step to the sidewalk and she ends up falling right into Azula's strong, and ready arms. This time, Azula takes a precautionary step to wrap her free arm around Katara hips, so that she doesn't try and fall on her face again.

The act puts them both closer than Katara would want. But she doesn't yet realise it that it's what she needs.

"And here you are." The stalker emphasizes her point. "Falling for me right on my doorstep."

Katara perks up. "Your what?! NO. YOU are stalking ME."

"Yeah . . . I'm stalking you . . . In my own house . . ."

"Huh?!" Katara frowns comically. "Your house?!"

"Yeah . . . This is my house." The stalker points to the huge mansion behind the gates at the sidewalk. "Wanna come in?" She asks her. "I'm Azula Sei'naka by the way."

"Yeah, no kidding! You've already tattooed that on my chest, didn't you?!"

"It wasn't my fault! You really think I want to have a person like you as my soulmate?!"

Katara blinks at her, offended. "A person like me? What's that supposed to mean?!?!"

Azula wastes no time. "It means that you're obnoxious and entitled."

"Oh-" Katara pauses. "I thought you were offending my ethnicity . . ."

"What? No." Azula's face scrunches up. "Why would I do that? That's lame. I would only intentionally hurt your personality."

"Bold, coming from you, you stalker!"

"I didn't stalk you!" Azula exclaims. "I don't even know your name for god's sake! And you're supposed to be my soulmate! The universe really is trying to test my patience."

Katara's eyes suddenly fall on the balloon clutched in Azula's hand. "That's . . . actually my favourite colour."

Azula pulls back her head. "Yeah . . . I figured." Her golden eyes scan Katara's costume from top to bottom. "That's why I bought it."

Katara takes a step back from Azula's immediate vicinity, giving them both a little room to talk instead of getting distracted.

"Look," Azula begins, already having had enough of this. "You can bicker with me for all eternity, I don't care. But you can make this easier for the both of us and cooperate. I don't think the universe is gonna let you go until you actually talk with me properly. Trust me, I would choose otherwise, but I don't think we're in control. Maybe there's a reason we're paired up."

"Okay . . ."

Azula takes in a deep breath. "So . . . you wanna come inside?"

Katara nods.

***

if i'm ever this inactive here again, come and kill me with a rock. hehehehe.

but here you go! i've been gatekeeping this for long enough and y'all deserve some azutara in your lives :)

if you see any typos, no you didn't 🙈

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goldenblu · 11 months ago

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hold your fire (by the throat) - chapter 4

One Piece | Zosan | Post-Wano AU where Sanji slowly loses his emotions

Chapter 4: the devil that you forgot

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “Putting away the groceries,” Zoro says, like it’s obvious. Sanji is going to break his nose. “Why?”

Preview:

The next morning, Robin comes with him to buy groceries after breakfast. To take a look at what’s on sale, she says, but Sanji chooses to believe it’s because she’s irresistibly drawn to his charm and good looks. And who is he to say no to an outing with a heavenly angel?

When they arrive at the open air market, there’s not too much of a crowd, probably because it’s only an hour past dawn. He made sure to cook breakfast earlier than usual today because he wanted to get the fuck off the ship as soon as possible after baring his insides to the shitty mosshead of all people yesterday. It means that the late-risers won’t be getting freshly made food, but he can take the blow to his pride as a chef this one time.

As he stews over this, Robin passes him a pouch of berry. “This is from Nami. It should be more than enough, according to her.”

“Ah, Nami-san’s so generous! I won’t spend a penny more than I need to,” Sanji promises. He withdraws the shopping list he drew up last night after taking inventory. “Spices first, I think.”

Though he knows it’s seen as a chore to some of the others, grocery shopping is one of his favorite parts of visiting new places. With all the wildly different climates and cultures of each island on the Grand Line, it’s a perfect way to discover new flavors and ingredients that he hasn’t come across before. As someone who’s constantly looking for new ways to expand his repertoire of dishes, he couldn’t ask for a better opportunity.

Flitting from stall to stall, he samples various spices and marinades and produce, crossing off items on his list as he goes. He also finally learns that the island is called Quarry Island, apparently named for the nearby quarry which supplies the mineral ore that makes up their main export. He doesn’t particularly care about the details, he’s just thankful for the way it distracts him from brooding over yesterday’s discovery.

He hadn’t slept well last night, tossing and turning and thinking about what it could mean for him. Because the mosshead could be right that it’s nothing, but he could also be wrong. The little sleep that Sanji had managed hadn’t been restful at all, full of strange half-forgotten dreams, and he’d woken up feeling like shit, with a deep sense of foreboding that he couldn’t shake off.

Now, in the daylight, Sanji refuses to let himself dwell on it too long, or else he’s going to start screaming and never stop. He focuses on the food instead. This island seems to lean towards West Blue cuisine, he notices, with a prevalence of fragrant herb-infused sauces and hearty root vegetables, the kinds that pair well with shellfish. Makes sense, he supposes, given the abundance of crustaceans in the bay.

There’s a booth selling fried crickets that he steers clear of. Even though he’s usually open to trying all sorts of new foods no matter how weird or gross, insects are the one thing he’d really rather not eat if he doesn’t have to. He suppresses a shudder, feeling the phantom sensation of things crawling over his neck, his cheeks, his eyes, cruel laughter echoing through the suffocating weight of a mask on his head.

Abort. Abort. Think about something else.

He’s determinedly examining some regional mushrooms—and wondering if he could cook it in a way that even Usopp would like—when a disembodied mouth sprouts in front of him. Robin’s voice says, “Sanji, could you come over here? To your left.”

(continue on AO3)

#one piece #zosan #sanzo #sanji #zoro #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #emotionless sanji au #hold your fire by the throat #mine #my writing

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blacklegsanjiii · 1 year ago

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North Blue Language CH. 7

“We got company!” He yells pointing up.

“They’re just bugs! Why the hell are you scared of them!” Zoro demands of him and Sanji can't say anything about the iron mask and how Sanji couldn't fit his tiny, bony, malnourished hands into it to get the bugs to stop eating him. His mother cried looking at him during their escape or how his dad had found him in a panic attack because he got bit while outside once.

“They're a cook's worst enemy.” He says because that is also true.

“So you act like a little girl?” Zoro laughs at him. “Pathetic.”

“Stop pissing me off, asshole! At least I don't get lost!” Sanji yells as he lands a solid kick against the green haired man. He wishes he could be honest but he can't, he can't it will kill them if he is. The crew only just found out he's from the North Blue talking to a descendant of Noland the Liar, Cricket, and he's not sure people believe him.

Sanji fights a man who claims to be God in order to protect Nami and Usopp. He's electrocuted several times and he doesn't die. Sanji wonders if his death would be payment for the suffering his mother went through, especially if it was for protecting his crew. Would it be worth enough?

Luffy wins against God, he's Luffy. Of course he won. Enel, God’s name is Enel. The golden bell is ringing and it's gorgeous. He can't help but sing to the dead god under his breath as they leave Skypiea. The hymnal to a god of slaves as they leave. It's comforting as they head to Water 7.

The Foxy pirates are an interesting group and Sanji is made to be the ball in the final game. He's getting his ass kicked with Zoro. All the illegal moves are legal for them and Sanji can feel his ribs break. They win luckily. Luckily. They make it to Water 7.

The Merry is no longer seaworthy unfortunately and Usopp doesn't believe the builders as he starts to work on the Merry. The crew is fighting about it and Usopp leaves and Sanji, regrettably because it's Zoro making a good point, he agrees with the Mosshead that he'll have to make gracious apologies to come back to the crew.

They just don't expect Robin to leave either. They save her with the help of Franky. And Sanji takes on the Sea Train mostly by himself. He finds Usopp and they watch Robin and Franky be saved by Luffy and as they head back to give Merry back to the sea Nami catches it.

“Sanji! You're bleeding! What happened?” She yells at him as she rips the sleeves of his shirt up and sees the scabbed over cuts up both his arms.

“They're not that deep, they've already stopped bleeding too, don't worry!” He says, deflecting easily. “It's not my hands, I'll be fine! Promise!”

“I'm sorry you went through all that trouble for me, Cook-san.” Robin apologises.

“Nonsense, I would have done it for anyone on our crew.” He smiles at her as he fends Chopper off. He wouldn't expect the crew to do it for him because a cook is more easily replaced. Maybe they could find one Zoro got along with. Franky, Paulie, and Iceberg promise to have a ship ready for them in three days. The fourth day the ship is revealed and it's magnificent. Sanji loves the galley, it's for them and their ever growing crew, like Franky. They hang everything up from before.

Nami's trees are back on deck, Luffy and Chopper have a swing, Zoro can lift weights in the crows nest. There's more room in the bunk rooms. Nami's navigation room is huge and she's in love, the aquarium has the bar and library and Sanji finds more books from his childhood than he thought possible.

When they sail and find a skeleton named Brook and a ship island called Thriller Bark. Usopp, Nami, and Chopper are terrified and for good reason. Of course they go investigate the island despite Brook telling them not to. Luffy has to get this skeleton’s shadow back. Sanji will follow his captain to the end but he knows a warning when he gets one, a real one anyway.

After he saves Nami, because she got kidnapped and almost married off to the guy who had the clear-clear fruit and Sanji. Sanji has issues okay and he's so glad his crew isn't around or conscious enough to hear it. His shadow gets stolen and he sees his zombie fight Zoro and maybe they're meant to be enemies after all.

“Okay but we need to get our shadows back because the fog is gone and it's almost dawn!” Sanji yells at Zoro.

“And what do you take me for, Shit-Cook?” Zoro yells back as they fight Luffy's zombie until all the shadows are free. Luffy is passed out from exhaustion and Moria is gone. Somewhere. Sanji can't feel him or that pink haired girl anymore but there's someone new.

“We got company!” He yells pointing up.

“Who the hell is that?” Zoro demands and Sanji could tell him it's Kuma, he could tell him about the paw-paw fruit but he stills in fear because he needs to protect his crew, his captain. Sanji gets thrown away when he attempts to attack as do most of the crew. “Leave my captain alone!” Zoro demands of the Warlord.

“If you take your captain’s pain I will spare him. I will not take his head.” Kuma says.

“You got a deal.” Zoro says and then Kuma gives him a taste and it's awful. Sanji can hear his haki scream in agony and pain. Sanji wishes he would never hear something like that again.

“Tell the crew to find another, Zoro.” He demands as he lights a cigarette and stands in front of Kuma. Except Zoro knocks him out and when he wakes he follows the searing pain until he finds Zoro. “Zoro? What happened?” He asks gently as goes and holds the man upright and starts leading him back. There's so much blood. Too much to be outside a normal human body and live and Sanji feels anger that Zoro, the one Luffy needs most, did something like this.

“What happened?” Zoro breathes raggedly as he lets himself be dragged. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

“Stay with me Moss, we’re almost to Chopper, okay?” Sanji says as he tries to go faster. Faster and faster because the crew needs them back and for Zoro to live. He lives and Chopper is thanking Sanji for finding him.

“You have as much resolve as he does, it was quite beautiful.” Brook says as he plays the piano.

“I thought you were a violinist.” Sanji says instead.

“I know a good amount of instruments.” Brook answers. “Do you have a request?”

“No, it's alright. Thank you, Brook. I'm happy you're joining the crew.” Sanji smiles at him as he goes and sits next to Zoro. “Fucking idiot Mosshead.” He sighs. He watches the crowd sing Bink’s Sake with Brook and wishes he was in Zoro's place. The nicotine steadies his shaking hands as he sings the lullaby about moon softly to Zoro. He sings again when Luffy climbs into his bunk shaking and clinging to him.

“Captain?” He asks at one point, clearly concerned because Luffy hasn't climbed out or fallen asleep. “How about some hot cocoa then? That's what I do-” he cuts himself off but Luffy is nodding and rubber arming himself around the cook so he gets up and makes his way to the galley.

“Luffy, I need you to get off me and free my arms, okay? You can still hold on if you want but I need my arms and hands.” Sanji explains and Luffy nods and his haki is scared and frightened. Sanji makes it and sits with Luffy at the table.

“What happened? I'm his captain, I'm supposed to protect us.” Luffy asks as he burrows into Sanji's side as the elder lights a cigarette.

“He's the first mate, Captain, his job is to protect you.” Sanji explains and Luffy buries himself into Sanji's side.

“Can you sing the song about the moon again?” Luffy asks and Sanji obliges, petting his captain’s hair. If it was him Luffy wouldn't be as sad because a cook is as replaceable as an oil lantern. Eventually he and Luffy both fall asleep and there's a photo of it on the wall the next day.

~*~

The next one comes out two weeks later and Sanji looks both less ridiculous and more ridiculous. Mihawk and Sora stare at it perplexed because this one is an actual photo at least but his heart eyes are sickening.

“I hope it was a cat.” Sora murmurs.

“It was definitely a type of cat.” Mihawk sighed and took a light slap to his shoulder as penance.

They do not get another bounty poster, instead a wailing pink haired teenager, younger than Sanji floats into the parlour. The look Mihawk gives Sora as she observes the girl and flicks her hair.

“Well, she's not Reiju.” Sora says after going to sit on Mihawk's lap. The girl huffs indignantly at them as Mihawk wraps an arm around her and gives Pink Hair a look of anger.

“Ew, what an ugly name. So not cute.” Pink Hair sneers as she looks around. Sora stiffens and Mihawk is furious. He knows Sora didn't have much of a hand in anything involving her kids until her and Sanji's escape. The names were numbers and codes for experiments.

“I suggest you apologise and leave or I will make you leave.” Mihawk snarls.

“I would love to leave but I have no idea where my captain is! Where the hell am I?” Pink Hair snaps.

“Kuraigana.” Mihawk snaps back, grabbing Yoru’s hilt. Pink Hair follows his hand and her eyes widen in shock.

“Oh shit, you're Dracule Mihawk.” She whispers in horror.

“Yes, I am. You just so happened to insult my wife. Who the hell are you?” He demands.

“Dracule, she's a child.” Sora chides quietly.

“She's a pirate.” He says, fixing Pink Hair with a look. “And not a very bright one.”

“Gecko Moria is my captain, he's a warlord as well! I'm Perona!” She squeals out in terror.

“Moria? I haven't heard about him in ages.” Sora says. “You don't know where he is?”

“No, some stupid rubber kid wrecked everything.” Perona groaned. “I haven't heard anything in like a week.”

Sora fixed Mihawk with a look that made him frown at her. They both knew if Sora said the word Perona could stay. They both knew that she held so much power over him that if she told him he would die for her. It didn't take much as he released Yoru.

“She can stay as long as she's polite to you.” Mihawk relented. Sora nodded as she stood once again. She led Perona away to a spare bedroom he assumed. Perona and Sora appeared to be about the same size so she could wear Sora's dresses until he went on a supply run.

#black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #op franky #nico robin #tony tony chopper #soul king brook #dracule mihawk x sora #dracule mihawk #vinsmoke sora #mihawk x sora #vinsmoke sanji #strawhat pirates #north blue language

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s-d23 · 1 year ago

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How I fell in love

with The Walking Dead, Bethyl and Team Delusional. No one asked. Lol but I wanted to share! Back in 2014 I had heard of TWD but had never seen an episode, had no idea of the plot or who the characters were, all I assumed that it was a "scary" TV show and that was it. So in July I was flipping through the channels and ran across the dead, white and blue marathon. I was working but yea I could do my job and watch TV with no interruptions from my then 1 yo. The very first episode I laid my eyes on was Still. Can you believe that? The first random episode I found was my now favorite Still!! I had no idea of any background stories, I didn't even know their names at the time. All I seen was 2 young people running around an apocalypse with zombies who had major chemistry. It felt like a normal date night in the country. Finding an old abandoned house in the woods, drinking moonshine, someone getting too drunk and wanting to fight or argue, sitting on the porch and the crickets in the back ground. Sounds like a normal night in the south especially for a young couple. Hell, the first time my husband told me he loved me was when he was drunk on homemade moonshine and I live in NC but that's a different story. I kept watching these two characters and thinking they are going to at least make out! Really thinking they were going to go back into that cabin and (insert smut) however we all know they didn't. They did burn it down which again is a typical thing to do in the south burn something or have a big bon fire. I never once felt that there was some crazy age difference. I had no idea of their ages. After watching that episode I watched the next few and quickly realized that TWD was not all about scary zombies. I was in love and obsessed. I went and bought every season which was 4 at the time. By October I was completely caught up and so excited to find out what happened to beth and wanted the Bethyl reunion! I had not shipped a tv couple so hard since Spike and Buffy in high school!! Then Coda happened and I was so effected. I felt like I was actually mouring someone real not just a fictional character on a TV show. I cried myself to sleep. Now mind you at the time I was a 20 something year old women with a family and for days I was actually overcome with grief! Then it hit me. The whole thing did not feel right. The way she was shot and the angle of the gun. The way the music played at the end. I began to search on the internet because in my mind I really thought this has to be a fake out death and maybe someone else thought so or there was a spoiler of some sort to prove she was alive. That's when I found tumblr. I didn't know what that was before either. I found team delusional. Some of the people I followed are gone now but what everyone was saying and fact there were missing scenes that they filmed all made sense to me. I continued to watch the TWD until around season 7 or 8 then I lost interest. I never stopped following TD to see what they had to say, hoping eventually TWD would bring beth back. I never stopped reading all the bethyl ff. I did start back the main show to finish the last 2 seasons. Then of course the DD spin off. I notice the parallels on the DD show because the earlier seasons are my favorite and I have rewatched so many times. The parallels i see are of the end of season 4 and the beginning of season 5. All of the big beth episodes. I do believe that we are closer now than we have been to seeing her again! I think currently the writers want the GA to believe that Daryls happy ending will be with either Isabelle or Carol, however I think they are writing the story to seem like that, so it will be an even bigger surprise when Beth returns. ❤️

#beth greene #team delusional #team defiance #beth is alive #beth greene lives #beth is coming #td theories

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amanita-the-spore-druid · 10 months ago

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A friend of mine dared me to write a grimdark story so here's a thing

We were a small task force, six soldiers sent to check on the jungles back on Earth. We expected the mission to be quick.

We’d all heard stories about Earth, about how before the bombs dropped in ‘37 it used to be a haven of Solan life. I mean, Humans still live on Earth sure as there’s air on Mars, but they’re different. All of the boys and I were from Tranquility on the Moon, miner’s kids who just wanted to join the force.

We landed on the surface during the night. We’d never seen the Moon from below, it looked like a tiny silver sliver in the sky. We took our first steps onto the thick moss that blanketed the ground. The locals used to call it Nevada. It was a mess of, well not trees, they were giant woody stalks that rose to the skyline and draped white blankets of what looked like mold.

We heard all around us the drilling cry of something called ‘cicadas’, the cry of birds, and crickets, and with every step we took the crunch of the thick moss under our feet. We walked maybe five hours through the jungle, coming across the ruins of old towns. I’m not sure about much but we were all confused when we saw most of the town ruins we found had Spanish names considering the Old American Empire was supposed to be an English country, but they could’ve been taken from Mexico for all we know.

There was never much in terms of remains in ruins, bodies have been eaten up by bugs and were only identifiable by the growth of mushrooms all over them. But one thing we always knew, is what direction the bombs dropped from since the shadows faced the same directions. It took us a few seconds to notice too, shadows burned into concrete and asphalt. But no Humans.

Eventually, the Earth sunrise came as we trekked, a strange mix of oranges and pinks in the normally blue sky. As sun fell through the tops of moldy blankets enveloping the jungles, flowers on the ground began to bloom, and we agreed to find a clearing free of spores to eat.

We found a small clearing where the ‘trees’ weren’t around, breathable amounts of spores, and survivable radiation levels. We took off our helmets and pulled our MRIs from the bag. And then we made a mistake; we let our guard down on Earth. Someone sat down on some ivy and began unwrapping his MRI, when it started to grow. It grew and wrapped a vine around his leg and once he got up its grip tightened, pulling him to the ground where more vines sprung from the ivy to engulf him.

I rushed with my knife to cut him out, when felt a wet burning on my shoulder; my armor was melting off. We all looked at each other when saw rustling in a bush. Another man rushed to unholster his gun, shot, and we all heard a loud screech and smelt the odd scent of … strawberries. I kept trying to cut the first man out of the ivy when the one who took the shot looked at what he hit.

It looked like a ‘Human’, but its skin was covered in thick bark, its middle knuckle extended out into a sharp spine, and its mouth had a set of insectoid mandibles. It was still twitching. The smell of strawberries grew stronger as I pulled the first soldier free, he was left gasping for air and his armor’s vitals said he inhaled a lot of toxic spores. Someone put a few bullets in the head of the creature, and he started heading back to the ship.

That was our second mistake, not burning the body. As we walked, the sweet smell followed us, and the jungle went silent. Not quite, not low, dead silent. Now, here’s what I can’t understand; we followed the exact trail that we followed from our ship, and found ourselves in the middle of nowhere.

There were deep trenches all around us, as the radiation was highest here. We walked slowly, and carefully. Then, we made our final mistake. We announced ourselves.

A jittery man took a shot at another one of the same creatures when it made a jump at him, and the jungle cried out. All at once every single creature in the jungle seemed to be all around our desolate trench and the air grew foggy. No, moldy.

We ran between the trenches when we saw them; the previous task force. They lay still on the ground, one man kicked the palm of a soldier’s hand when his boot got stabbed. By one of those spines, the dead men started to get up. We heard the same clicking all around us, when suddenly the helmets of the dead started to melt off as they spat acid at my fellow soldiers.

I shot quick, taking the surprise from the others as a chance to run. I hid in what looked like a makeshift artillery bunker and looked from the peephole to see more of the bug men walking by. And then I noticed it, a thin string of mycelium connecting them with everything else. I saw one of the surviving soldiers from my task force being dragged by two bugs, down to a tree in a crater. It was covered in shelf fungus, was was leaking green sap. They forced him to lick the sap, and that’s when I knew what I had to do.

The mycelium all circled around the tree, and as he licked it his body grew a dark oaky bark, his face and hands warped, and he grew a string of mycelium attached to the tree. I scrounged around in the dirt, found an old flask that still smelt like it had some alcohol in it, took out a matchbox, and stepped out.

I ran passed the bugs, spitting acid and running at me. The newly transformed shoulder seemed to be shaking, as he spit acid onto my face. I felt my cheek burning, and with little strength left, I lit the match and threw it in the flask. The capped flask bursted into burning ethanol as I hurled it, and saw the tree catch fire. The bugs began screaming, as I felt the last shot of acid hit the back of my head, and burn through my skull. And my last thought was; “Nature can take Earth back, but Humanity can always kill nature.”

#writeblr #queer writers #scifi #grimdark

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aprincessnotaqueen · 2 years ago

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Get to know me (Take Two)

Thank you for the tag @the-type-a 💕

Are you named after anyone?: The story I was told was I was six weeks old and still no name, but my mam was watching a breakfast news show thing and on came a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes and her name was Chloe. So yes, I am named after a random child on TV.

When was the last time you cried?: Tuesday. I cry every Tuesday in work apparently.

Do you have kids?: I do not and I want not. I like being the fun person in kids lives, who takes them to the park or the arcade and buys them Mcdonalds and sweets etc But I love being able to hand them back at the end of the day.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?: I’m gonna say yes, not really intentionally it’s just ingrained in me.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?: If it’s just someone in passing then usually their outfit. If it’s someone new I’m meeting then usually how they talk, tone and words they use.

What’s your eye color?: Blue!

Scary movies or happy endings?: Happy endings all the way! I don’t like horror.

Any special talents?: My job involves using UK postcodes a lot, so I’ve subconsciously memorized areas. Everyone I work with knows if they give me a postcode I will know exactly where it is, what the nearest town/city is etc, it’s a useless talent 😂

Where were you born?: I am from Swansea, which is a city in South Wales, UK.

What are your hobbies?: I’d love to say reading and writing but I’m very bad at finding time and energy to do both 😂

Have any pets?: I’ve always had multiple pets but I am currently down to one, my very old cat Gizzy 🥰

What sports do you play/have played?: I have tried a lot of sports in my life but I never liked any. Football, rugby, rounders, cricket, basketball, netball, gymnastics, dance, swimming, cycling, ice skating, running, martial arts. My parents made me try everything I could.

How tall are you?: 5ft 7, I wish I was shorter

Favorite subject in school?: I loved Drama, getting to act was so much fun. And English, but I think it was just because I liked creative writing and had a really cool teacher.

Dream job?: My dream is to not need to work but I don’t think I’ll ever get there. My last dream job was working on a cruise ship, probably in some kind of customer service role. I don’t really know what I have a feel for right now.

Thanks so much!

Tagging: @lotsofloveish @xwhatababex @toobadchadlytime

#i love being tagged!#tagged games

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campgoth · 2 years ago

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loetta and/or cricket (i rly like the first name and the second one sounds like a non-binary Choice and i wanna know if i'm right)

I’m gonna do BOTH!! Thanks for sending the asks!

(Please other people do this too, it’s been so fun for me)

(Ask game is to talk about my OC’s. OC’s that haven’t been asked about are Lottie, Fern, Cammy, Kacy, Linna-Zin, Xena, and Bree)

Let’s start with Loetta (my dnd character)

1) Full Name: Loetta Doeson (but technically it’s Aubrey Roe, Loetta is a fake name)

2) Best Friend: Omes (the cleric in our party)

3) Sexuality: Bisexual

4) Favorite Color: Maroon

5) Relationship Status: So so very single (couldn’t let anyone in if she tried)

6) Ideal Mate: she isn’t thinking about that much right now, but probably someone with an investigators spirit, curious and smart, and someone who would would join the sword dance (join in a revenge mission if needed)

7) Turn Ons: Muscles, and a strong will

8) Favorite food: trail mix

9) Crushes: none at the moment (okay lowkey this buff orc that wants to kill the party but that isn’t gonna happen)

10) Favorite Music: Shanty’s

11) Biggest Fear: Dying without ever finding a cure for her disease (she’s slowly being consumed by a carnivorous plant). Sometimes she’s not afraid of death though, sometimes she feels ready. So that or never truly having any close relationships ever again.

12) Biggest Fantasy: Being cured

13) Bad Habits: Secrecy, not trusting friends

14) Biggest Regret: The way Loetta got sick in the first place was by trying a drug in order to get a little extra money she desperately needed. Being a guinea pig. Even though she needed the money, knowing now what it did to her, it’s her biggest regret

15) Best Kept Secrets: Her real name, and the fact that she has a secret underground lab where she grows plants and tries to find a cure for herself.

16) Last Thought: the last thought she had was something along the lines of “wow, I love talking to this tree, it’s really peaceful”

17) Worst Romantic Experience: it’s not like a funny one but probably choosing to have sex with her clothes on because she was afraid the person she was with would see the plants growing in her skin

18) Biggest Insecurity: can I again say the plants growing inside of her? Lol. Probably that, but otherwise, I think sometimes she feels like a selfish person, and that bothers her, but she doesn’t know another way to be.

19) Weapon of Choice: her willingness to die at a moments notice (she’ll do some crazy things in battle, like get willingly stabbed with a harpoon just to pull the chain closer, and thus the person wielding it). Her greatest weapon is her willingness to hurt in order to obtain her goal. Also wolves teeth (she’s a druid)

20) Her parents were here role model, but they’re dead. Now, it’s Archibald. He said worked with her on a ship once, before she got sick, and now they are working together again. He’s like a father figure.

Okay now I will do Cricket! She’s from my book.

1) Full Name: Cricket Hanlon/ Cricket Allan (name changes)

And because you asked, I wanna tell you WHY her name is Cricket. She’s not actually non-binary, her parents named her Cricket. Everyone in the family is named after a different type of animal, and her siblings Lottie and Cammy have full animal names too ;)

2) Best Friend: Her sister Lottie has always been her best friend, but after her disappearance, and some time, her best friend became Martell

3) Sexuality: Bisexual (I don’t think I have any straight characters)

4) Favorite Color: A muted teal/turquoise blue

5) Relationship status: Married! To Martell Allan :))

6) Ideal Mate: An all around partner. An open communicator, a good parent, a total sci-fi nerd, someone she can cry to, someone good in bed, someone supportive of her small business. Martell is perfect.

7) Turn ons: An encyclopedic knowledge of old and long running sci-fi classics, and long hair.

8) Favorite food: does whip cream count?

9) Crushes: Crushin pretty hard on her husband, Martell

10) Favorite Music: Indie-pop

11) Biggest Fear: her daughter suddenly disappearing, like her sister and parent

12) Biggest fantasy: A world where her sister never died. Where they could open their antique store/bakery, like they planned. A world where her best friend didn’t die. A world where she didn’t have to move back home at 19, back to the room they used to share. A world where she could have saved her.

13) Bad Habits: I see cricket as a nail biter

14) Biggest Regret: Lottie dying. She could have prevented it. She’s thought of a million ways she could have prevented it.

15) Best Kept Secrets: Well she’s an alien living on earth and only one person knows so probably that

16) Last Thought: The last moment I’ve written of her is her crying to one of her moms as she realizes Lottie is gone

17) Worst Romance Experience: Probably that girl who didn’t know what Doctor Who was and thought it was a medical show

18) Biggest insecurity: that she’s not helpful enough

19) Weapon of choice: her hope

20) Role Model: I think her role model is probably a fictional character from an old Sci-fi movie that I haven’t figured out yet

Thank you so much for this!!! Feel free to send me more, anyone!!

#asks

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mothusingtheinternet · 8 months ago

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Whiteout

Hawthorn

The Lost Continent

Moon Rising

Arc 3

Arc 2

Pantalan rebels (Cricket, Blue, Sundew, Swordtail, Luna)

Jade Winglet

SnowFox

Burn

‘It was like being hugged by the Sun. Except being hugged by the Sun would probably be horrible. This was a lot nicer.’

More about Sora! And Malachite! Pleaseee!

Hawthorn being such a bad villain. MAKE HIM COOL I’M BEGGING-

2020

Y E S. So many. SkyWings have feathers. IceWings have fur. SilkWings have butterfly wings over their ears for protection. Beetle/HiveWings are fluffy now, like bees. NightWing seers have silver diamonds on their foreheads (to name just a few.)

Yeah; Thorn was abandoned as a dragonet due to a common genetic disorder called thorning. (Made a post abt it on my page.)

Sunny is AroAce, Cricket and Whiteout are autistic, and Moon has anxiety.

SilkWings; I love them for their powers and their designs and everything.

I guess NightWings. Hard to balance them out, and the island is just so hard to write/draw.

Gotta say the biggest ones that actually had me feeling things were FoxFlake (idk idk) and Sunlow. What can I say, I’m a weird lesbian.

Moonbli. It could be great, and I like it more later in the series, like in Luna’s book, but I just don’t find it very interesting. Same for Ripnami. I just ship Moon more with Kinkajou, they would be so so so adorable.

Fav = Cinnabar x Io and least fav = Pike x Tamarin

I like the third arc a lot

Qinter should totally have happened.

Soraaaaa!

About Whiteout’s life after DarkStalker maybe? I want her to be happy so bad dude.

new generation stuff probably?

Umber and the sibs

Morpho lol - he annoys me and I’ll be FURIOUS if Cinnabar ends up with him.

Mandrake x Pike. They were both told by their queens/tribe leaders to care for the sassy lesbian princess who has indescribable power and doesn’t love them.

a sand/ice hybrid called Melt, with no powers, who was best friends with Sunny. She was massively underpowered - she couldn’t breathe fire or frost breath, was not physically very strong, and grew up in Possibly, before moving to Sanctuary. Made them in 2022, I think.

nope, sorry!

also no :/

Nah - this isn’t my art account so none of my art/fic friends would know me lol

Flame

Whirlpool

yup! My active account is @scrollwyrm if you’re interested!

Shipping Sunny :(

F A N F I C

That’s all the thoughts in my head! Gotta go reload them :/

Wings of Fire Ask Game!

| 1. Favorite character? [Can be anyone, even that weirdo that appears for one page]

| 2. Least favorite character? [Same applies]

| 3. Favorite book? [Winglets, guides, graphic novel, ect.]

| 4. Least favorite book? [Same applies]

| 5. Favorite Arc?

| 6. Least favorite Arc?

| 7. Favorite protagonist group? [Dragonets of Prophecy, Jade Winglet, ect.]

| 8. Least favorite protagonist group? [Same applies]

| 9. Favorite antagonist?

| 10. Least favorite antagonist?

| 11. Favorite quote?

| 12. One thing you'd add to an arc/ book?

| 13. One thing you'd take from an arc/ book?

| 14. When did you start reading Wings of Fire?

| 15. Any design headcanons?

| 16. Any backstory headcanons?

| 17. General character headcanons?

| 18. Favorite tribe?

| 19. Least favorite tribe?

| 20. Favorite canon ship?

| 21. Least favorite canon ship?

| 22. Favorite non-canon ship?

| 22. Least favorite non-canon ship?

| 23. Hot takes?

| 24. Cold takes? [Takes that pretty much agree with everyone else]

| 25. Hopes for a new winglet?

| 26. Hopes for a new legends book?

| 27. Expectations for a new arc?

| 28. Character you hope gets expanded on/ viewed in the near future?

| 29. Character you hope is just. forgotten by the narrative? Never to be seen again?

| 30. Dynamics that 100% can't or won't happen in canon but you think would be fun? [Can be platonic or romantic]

|31. First oc you made? When did you make them?

| 32. Have you made any fantribes/ fan continents?

| 33. Any role plays you've participated in?

| 34. Any specific Wings of Fire artist(s) you want to shout out? [Art, writing, ect.]

| 35. Character you want to maul? [Affection]

| 36. Character you want to maul? [Malicious]

| 37. Have YOU made any fan content? [Feel free to self promote]

| 38. Something in the fandom you see too much?

| 39. Something in the fandom you see too little?

| 40. Free space! Ramble as much as you want!

#Wof #Ask game #fun #wings of fire

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tieflingteef · 1 year ago

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couple serpent kadigan snippets (neither of these are final, all of this is subject to change)

As snake demons went, Serpent Kadigan was largely human-looking. This had helped prior to the Shattering of Masks in 2096, since it made the magical disguise much simpler than having to shapeshift altogether. He was tall and slender, with pale skin, golden eyes, a silver tail, and, in his own opinion, rather shapely legs, which the jean shorts and fishnets he was wearing showed off nicely. He moved with a graceful fluidity and a serpentine flexibility which were… distinctly contrasted by his distractibility.

He was currently descending a set of stairs in the tumbling manner of a fool, having been so thoroughly entranced by his own thoughts (he had been thinking primarily about eating crickets) that he’d completely failed to realize he was near them.

“Shit, dude,” Ship said from the top of the stairs when Serpent had reached the landing and ceased his movement. “You all right?”

Serpent gave a weak thumbs-up.

“Oh, good. What the fuck was that?”

Ship Ainsley was one of Serpent’s closest friends, a sapient AI whose primary role was to control a spaceship. She chose her name herself, with the aim of being confusing. (Not to mention that the ship she operated, which Serpent had titled the Astral Voyager, was known by the entirety of Serpent’s circle as the Ship courtesy of Ainsley, and she’d named Caduceus, the small professional shamanistics business he operated, Team Ship. …To be fair, Serpent supposed, he himself was a snake demon named after a synonym for “snake.”) Currently, she was inhabiting her auxiliary robotic body, which was under five feet tall, blue-haired, dressed in deceptively professional-looking clothing, and, at the moment, staring down in amazement at Serpent’s buffoonery.

At her question, Serpent rose to his feet and turned to look at her. “Perhaps that dizzying intellect of yours could discover the answer unaided, hm?”

“Oh, okay,” she said as he walked up the stairs. “So you really did just trip and fall like a moron.”

Serpent sighed. “Yes, I’m an imbecile. Does that satisfy, wretch?”

Ship paused as if to think. “Hm… yep!”

“You’re very fortunate we’re friends,” Serpent said as he passed her by.

“Oh, come on, like you have any real enemies anyway,” Ship said. “You’re the only immortal I’ve ever met who’s that bad at keeping grudges.”

“What?” Serpent asked, squinting in confusion, before his eyes drifted over to his friends Jess Levin and Nyanke James, assassins who had been hired to kill him a few months prior. They were playing a game of cards; Jess appeared to be losing, judging by their dark expression and Nyanke’s cool confidence as she put her feet up on the table. “Oh, dear. Nyanke, what have I told you about shoes on the furniture?”

Nyanke rolled her eyes. “All right, ma,” she said, though she did as Serpent asked. (Actually, she was Serpent’s sister-in-law, as their brothers were married.)

“I appreciate it,” Serpent said. “I try not to be fussy—”

Ship snorted.

“—But as I’ve said,” Serpent pointedly continued, “I have a highly acute sense of smell. It is is important to me that my apartment remain cleanly.”

…and then Serp’s backstory is like

Serpent knelt in the dark in a pool of cold water. This pool was the central basin within a small, ancient temple on the Noctian Seaside, far below a canopy of gigantic mangrove trees, that was fashioned out of the petrified gray wood of one such tree. The stench of damp stone was nearly overpowering.

“Ablanathanalba… askion kataskion lix tetrax damnameneus aision…” Serpent murmured, the ancient words he spoke meaningless yet suffused with chthonic might. Empty words. Words of darkness. “Powers of chaos, I call to thee. I invoke thee, great Thal Leviathan, ruler of Limbo, outermost circle of Hell. I invoke thee, darkness beyond Hell, where the light of Pandemonium does not reach. I invoke thee, Abaddon, spirit of the Abyss which lies beyond the sight of Hesh Lucifer.”

tl;dr: wow. what a little freak.

#serpent kadigan #serpiverse

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Destiny-tober, #6: Regicide

Again, I wasn't around for the Taken King, so most of this comes off the Destiny wiki page. Wish I could've been there though, Oryx is terrifying in lore.

”Horizon!!!“

The man of that name sighed at the voice. The annoying, crackling voice on the other side of his door. He nearly dropped the relic in his hand, and almost crushed the brush in the other. Oh the things he'd do if this little annoyance caused him to break one of his precious research tools.

”Let me innn!!! I'm booooooored.“ Two small thumps sounded on the door. Horizon held his breath, maybe they would think he was gone and leave him be.

”I know you're in there!! Styx told me!!“

He rolled his eyes. His own Ghost, Scribe, flashed into existence beside him with a short bob.

”They know. Styx sent me a ping a couple minutes ago.“

Horizon batted away his metal companion. Scribe rolled in the air, disappearing back into the Light as the door to the lab opened, revealing the Exo on the other side.

”Horizon! I knew it!“ They rushed into the room and stood beside him, hands on the edge of his desk. ”What do you know about Oryx?“

Horizon raised a hand to silence them, opening his jaw, a retort to their witty comment on the edge of his tongue, but it never came. Instead, he froze, eyes watching them as they asked their question. He raised an eyebrow plate, slowly setting down the Hive relic in his other hand.

”What?“

”What do you know about Oryx? The Taken King?“ Risk asked once more, their blue eyes shining a faint glow on the table before them.

”I heard you, but what? You're not the type to be interested in these kinds of things. Why now?“

Horizon swiveled in his seat and waved a hand toward them. Risk was not a scholarly Warlock, absolutely not. Not like he was. They were a Warlock with the soul of a Hunter, a ball of impulsive energy waiting to burst out, to cause problems on purpose.

”Well.. I was on patrol on the outer giants when I saw the Dreadnaught. Cricket mentioned Oryx, but not much, and now I wanna know more.“

Horizon hummed. ”If you promise not to touch anything, I'll tell you.“

”Promise!“

Horizon grabbed their hands and pulled their grip off his table, glaring at them. They held their hands together with a shy chuckle. He couldn't help the tired sigh from his voicebox.

”Oryx was one of the original three Hive Sisters, the one who pioneered the Sword Logic. He was the oldest of his sisters, Savathun and Xivu Arath, and the one to make the pact with the Darkness that turned the Krill into the Hive.“

He paused for a moment to observe them. If they were confused, they hid it well, so he continued.

”By killing his worm, Akka, he was given the power to Take.“ Risk held back a laugh and he shot them a glare. ”Becoming the Taken King, any person and any race could succumb to his ability. They would die, an empty husk, a new body for him to add to his army.“

There was an empty look in their eyes.

”The Taken. The Blind Well? In the Dreaming City?“

He gestured toward them until their face lit up, snapping their fingers. ”Oh… right. Sorry. Continue?“

”Right.“ Horizon swayed in his chair, tapping his foot on the tile floor. ”Well Oryx had a couple children, the most well known being Crota. Crota was killed a long time ago by Guardians, and when news reached Oryx, he was enraged. He swore revenge for his son and made his way toward Sol. Our solar system.“

Despite their lack of knowledge, Risk looked genuinely interested in his words. They were captivated by his story, hanging on every word, fingers fiddling with the edges of their jacket. He couldn't hide the small smile that grew in the glow of his mouth.

”He arrived in our system in the Dreadnaught, as you know, a massive ship that also held his Throne World. This turned out to be his downfall though.”

“How?”

“Well, as you know, the Hive Gods can only be killed in their Throne Worlds.” He paused for a moment to let them process. “Savathun was taken down in her own Throne world, and Xivu was recently cut off from hers. Oryx is dead now, so..”

He waved a hand. It took a moment before it clicked in their mind.

“He was killed in his Throne World!”

Horizon nodded. ”If he hadn't brought his Throne World with him, we likely never would have won the war against him and his Taken army. His body was calcified in Saturn's orbit, his heart left behind, turned into a weapon by Eris Morn.“

”His logic, once steadfast and powerful, now broken and abandoned. Though I don't know which Guardian took him down, and Ikora refuses to tell me, whoever they are.. they refused to follow the ideas of the Hive.“ He paused for a moment, glancing at the artifact on his table. It was Hive, with various runes he had yet to decode carved on the surface, only one he recognized. The symbol for Oryx. ”Through the Sword Logic, this Guardian was to become the new Taken King, killing Oryx and taking his place. But.. they refused. They took his heart and left, abandoning the Dreadnaught, leaving the Taken leaderless, cracking the ideals of the Sword Logic to it's very foundation.“

“The Taken can never truly be killed. When shot, they return to the Ascendant plane to fight once more. Despite his death, Oryx remains immortal. His legacy lives on, through the infestation of Taken in our system, through the weapon his heart was molded into, through the corpse buried in the depths of Titan.”

Risk gasped. “Oryx was the fucking corpse we were standing on???”

“Wh— Yes, you didn't hear us screaming about it?” Horizon sat straighter, crossing his legs and resting a hand on the arm of his chair. “Over and over?”

“I was a little busy trying not to die to the moths!”

“Well, you were the one to crush the Ghost that would've been his, so technically you have a hand in keeping Oryx dead.”

Risk threw their hands up and let them fall limp, groaning and pacing in place. Several silent seconds passed.

“I understood barely any of that.”

“Of course you didn't.“ Horizon sighed. He rubbed his fingers into his temples, legs stretching as he stood from his chair, metal muscles stiff and tired.

”Come on, let's go out to eat. I've been working all day.”

He turned to the door and motioned for Risk to follow. It took a moment before they smiled widely, bounding across the room as he walked, back to their usual high energy self. He could worry about explaining the Hive when he wasn't hungry anymore.

#melting words #destiny 2 #destinytober23

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featherfoils · 6 years ago

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stupid dorks in love but they dont know it

#blue wof #cricket wof #wings of fire #wof #the hive queen #pantala #whats the ship name?#crickblue #hivewing #silkwing #and yes. all the silkwings are poc they are literally racially oppressed.#AND yes. im hcing blue as asian deal w it.#AND also yes. the hivewings are extremely white.#human wof

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inspired by the last ask you did where would the rebels of pantala go out on dates if you dont mind

The rebels r my fav thank u <3

Blicket: library. They’d go to a big library and they’d take a train to it and bring little well thought out energy bars but they get side tracked and end up eating at a cute bakery and then cricket goes and finds books that she thinks are interesting and blue just listens to her ramble and thinks about how much he loves her

sunlow: I feel like they just show up at each other’s houses at midnight and wisk each other away to mc - fucking - Donald’s and act like it’s the most romantic shit in the world and that’s because it is

swordtail/Luna (what’s their ship name??): they canonically go on dates to art museums and satue gardens and swordtail buys her candies they’re very cute

#Wings of fire #human au #Blicket wof #Sunlow wof #Swordtail/Luna wof

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16 - Morgan Stark's Future

Iron Stone masterlist

@fanficismydrug

Loss.

I've never experienced it with so many people at once.

Peter Parker is gone...with countless others.

"You know why Ton. I can't sleep...like I used to." He hums into my hair as I felt tears start to slip. "Because when I close my eyes all I see is - Peter collapsing into dust in my arms. I know that he wasn't our kid -" I pause starting to lightly sob. "But I connected with him, like he was. He - he was our son, in a way Tony."

Tony and I are stuck in space with Gamora's sister not probably gonna make it back to Earth or to our daughter. Tony has my head laying on his shoulder as I'm peacefully sleeping until a blinding bright light consumed the ship. Squinting I see it's a glowing woman who transports our ship to Earth. Rhodey, Steve and Pepper with a talking Racoon all watch us exit the ship. Pepper carries Morgan before helping me walk and Steve helped Tony. We're home. Tony is in a wheelchair with iv's as I'm on crutches with an iv in my left arm, bags under my eyes from lack of oxygen on that spaceship. "What wrong with him?" I glanced over to a mopping Thor. "Oh, he's pissed. He thinks he failed. Which, of course, he did...but there's a lot of that going around, ain't there." The talking Racoon named Rocket spoke. "Honestly, until this exact second I thought you were a Build-A-Beer." Tony points at him. Tony and Steve started arguing once again, mentioning Ultron to deal with our problems. Tony tips off his fake chest piece collapsing on the floor. Pepper and I sit at his bedside before I let my eyes fall closed from lack of sleep, cuddling into Morgan wrapped in her blanket. There doesn't seem like a light out of this dark reality...I hope I'm wrong.

2 months later

Tony decided to move our family to a log cabin in the middle of the woods by the lakeside. Pepper thought he was right that we deserved a simple life after everything we've been through. Opening the front door I closed it gently not wanting to wake up Morgan or Tony as I take a seat on the porch swing. It's nighttime but I can't sleep, like Tony couldn't after the attack on New York. I'm wearing one of his long sleeved shirts with some black gym shorts looking up at the stars shining through the tree line. "Sneaking out to stargaze, huh Y/n?" I don't remove my gaze from the sky hearing Tony take a seat beside me on the swing, gently laying his head on my shoulder.

Tony pulls me closer to his chest letting me grip his AC/DC shirt, combing his hands through my knotted hair trying to calm my nerves. "Breath honey, just breathe. I miss him too. But - we did everything we could. I'm here - I'm right here." He tilts my chin up to look in his dark brown eyes. "I love you 3000. Never forget that Y/n."

5 years later

"Oh Tony, I love you 3000 too." Moving my hands up his chest I wrapped my arms around his neck gently pulling him down for a kiss. His hands rest on my hips deepening the kiss, feeling both our tears mixing together before we broke for air. "How about we go cuddle inside, huh?"

Life became better over these years after Thanos destroyed half the population. Morgan is now five years old now, acts like her father half the time. I'm wearing a grey thin long sleeved shirt, ripped up jeans and muddy tennis shoes. Tony sits on the ground outside her little tent for camping. "Morgan H, Stark, you want some lunch?" The girl comes out of the tent wearing a blue and gold iron helmet, aiming her left hand out that has a fake hand blaster that's her size. "Define 'lunch' or be disinterested." Her father holds up his hands in surrender. "Okay. You should not be wearing that, okay. That is part of a special anniversary gift I'm making for mom." He removes the helmet brushing her messy hair back. "You thinking about lunch. I can give you a handful of crickets on a bed of lettuce. That's what you want?" She shook her head no grossed out.

"How did you find this?" He lifts the iron helmet as I walk towards the pair. "Garage." Morgan smiles weakly. "Were you looking for it?" He inquired more as she shakes her head no. "No. I found it, though." Tony sees me leaning against a tree smiling at the pair, causing him to pick her up in his other arm. "You like going in the garage, huh. So does daddy." He grunts walking to me the wind blowing his hair so you can see grey hairs forming. "It's fine, actually. Mom never wears anything I buy her."

I scoff playfully shaking my head taking our daughter from his arms. "That is a total lie, Ton. I've worn expensive dresses, my suit and these..." I show him my left arm with the iron bracelet and my wedding ring. "You know that fiery spirit is one reason I love you." He pulls me into his chest, deeply kissing me. Morgan groans at the two of us being together. "Ewwww." A chair door closed for all three of us to see Steve and Natasha. What are they doing here.

Morgan was inside playing with Pepper who I called to babysit tonight. "The stones are in the past. We could go back. We could get them." Steve has this crazy Idea to reverse what Thanos did with time travel. "We can snap our own fingers. We can bring everybody back." Natasha says but Tony isn't hearing it. "Or screw it up worse than he already has, right. I believe the most likely outcome will be our collective demise." Tony slumped down into a porch chair beside me on the swing. "Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel. It means no talking to our past selves...no betting on sporting events." Tony cut Scott off raising his right hand. "I'm gonna stop you right there, Scott. Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe...is based on Back to the Future?" Natasha lifts her head up looking at Tony then at me. "We have to take a stand."

Running my hands down my face I sighed bringing up Peter again after years of me crying. "We did Nat, and we lost a lot." Tears well in my eyes causing Tony to gently grab my hand in his, rubbing his thumb knowing there's a lot of sleeplessness nightmares because of what Thanos did. "The Avengers failed. We failed and it cost us nearly everything. It cost me...Peter...who I treated like he was my own son. So, I'm sorry guys but I can't go through that pain again."

"I know you got a lot on the line. You got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did. And now, now we have a chance to bring her back...to bring everyone back. And you're telling me that you won't even..." Tony squeezes my hand still in his. "That's right, Scott. I won't even." He turns his head in my direction holding tears in his soft brown eyes as well. "I can't...we can't."

The front door creaked open for our daughter rush to her father's arms. "Auntie Pep told me to come and save you." He lifts her onto his lap as I reach over ruffling her hair. "Good job. We're saved." Tony turns his head back to our friends. "I wish you were coming here to ask me something else. Anything else. I'm honestly happy to see you guys, I just..." He gets to his feet as I give Steve a sad look making him cut him off. "Tony. Y/n. I get it. And I'm happy for you, both of you. I really am. But this is a second chance." Tony holds Morgan with one arm, tugging me into his side with the other. I lay my head on his shoulder seeing Morgan snuggled into his neck. "I got my second chance right here, Cap. Can't roll the dice on it."

Nighttime had come after we finished dinner. I'd just put Morgan down for bedtime before I lean in the doorway, seeing Tony pick up a framed picture of him and Peter with me being silly in the background. He sat it down messing in the library with Friday's assistants. The words 'successful' appeared on the screen. He leans back in his chair breathing sharply. "Shit!" I rounded the corner climbing in his lap but before I can say anything Morgan's voice fills the room. "Shit." Turning our heads that direction I gasped as he whispered holding a finger to his lips. "What are you doing up, little miss?" She said it again so he warns her. "Nope. We don't say that. Only mommy says that word. She coined it. It belongs to her."

Morgan sweetly asked. "Why you up?" He replied pointing to the tech screen. "Cause I've got some important shit going on here!" I snack his chest harshly for cursing again and he grunts. "No, I got something on my mind. I got something on my mind." Our daughter tilts her head to the side smiling. "Was it juice pops?" Getting off his lap I pick her up in my arms, eyeing my husband. "Sure was, princess." I lay her down in her bed, tucking her under the covers. Tony is on his knees pushing her hair from her face, taking her empty stick in his mouth. I sit on the edge of her bed as she mumbled. "Tell me a story." Tony put his hands together quickly speaking. "Once Upon a Time there was a little girl who went to sleep." She sticks her tongue out not satisfied. "That is a horrible story." He disagreed but kissed her forehead mumbling. "I love you 3000." Getting to my feet I give her a hug and a kiss whispering the same as she drifted to sleep.

I'd give anything to be with my darling daughter again. Instead of in this life and death situation. Steve decided to have us go into the past and retrieve the stones. That plan worked until now. Steve struggles to fight Thanos as I fly around his head until Thanos grabbed my leg throwing me harshly into the ground where I get dizzy. Steve gets thrown into the dirt hearing someone talk to him through his earpiece right before gold portals starts opening around us. I see a man wearing a red eye mask and someone flip out in a red and blue suit that brings tears to my eyes. "Quill....Peter..." Everyone else that got taken returned drawing their weapons ready to fight. Steve stands beside me getting in a fighting stance. "Avengers....assemble!"

Tony and I launched up into the sky with Pepper following beside us in her own iron suit. The giant ant man knocked down the flying sharks with one punch like it was a little feather. I drop down to the ground seeing Peter gasping for breath seeing Tony and I. He started to ramble off in thought as I feel tears appearing in my eyes. "Do you remember when we were in space. And I got all dusty. I must have passed out...because I woke up and you two were gone. But Doctor Strange was there...and he was like it's been five years, come on they need us. And then he started doing the-" Running forward I tackle him in a hug wrapping my arms tightly around him. He stumbled a little then hugs me back feeling tears falling down my cheeks.

"You have no idea - God I missed you, Peter....I missed you so damn much!" I started crying uncontrollably into his shoulder until Tony pulls me away to hug him too. Peter hugs him back smiling until I saw Quill get kicked in between his legs falling on the ground. Dropping my iron mask I shoot up into the sky blasting one of the flying metal creatures we battled in New York awhile back. Thanos removed the purple stone blasting Tony away next to me. Dropping down on the ground Strange raised one finger causing me to gasp looking to my husband mumbling. "That's it. This is our chance." He nodded rushing forward and I fly forward where both of us grabbed a hold of the gauntlet before Thanos threw us far. Thanos raised his fingers declaring with a snap that did nothing. "I am inevitable..." Lifting myself up on my hands and knees I gasped seeing Tony holding all the stones that connects to his Iron Man. He struggled through labor breathing snapping his fingers pausing everything. "And...I...am...Iron Man."

Thanos disappeared into dust when Tony collapsed to the ground. Getting to my feet I rushed forward with Peter starting to cry. "Mr. Stark...hey...it's Peter...We won." Tony started shaking as I rest my hands on his shoulders crying through shaky breath. "Tony, hey its me...You're, gonna be fine..." He weakly puts his right hand over my left one wheezing. "Y/n....I...love you...3,000....you will always be my Iron Stone." Reaching up with my hands not ready to let him go so I bury my head in his iron chest sobbing. Pepper bends down beside me shaking me quickly. "Y/n, your powers. You're necklace - you can save him." Lifting my head up from his chest I bawl my right hand into a fist creating the orange surge of power. I still never understood why I was born with these powers but maybe just maybe this is why. To save the man I love. Pressing my hands to his chest I sniffed through heavy tears calling out to him. "I love you 3,000 Tony Stark...so please fight...please come back to me...I can't live without you, not anymore."

My hands turned his chest orange and I suck in a breath feeling my power getting weaker. Tony's eyes fluttered open and closed a couple of times scaring me. "Friday report now!" I croaked out feeling my heart rate increasing. "Vitatls are still low, Ms. L/n." Pepper rests her hand on my shoulder about to pull me away but I force the rest of my power into him, feeling blood coming from my nose. Tony's chest started heaving up and down with his heart beating normally again. My eyes started falling closed and I felt it harder to breathe. My head gets dizzy where I collapse to the dirt from exhaustion. Pepper rushed to you searching for a pulse and finding a weak one. She glances to Tony seeing him suddenly gasp for air dropping on his knees pulling your head into his lap, crying as he asked Friday. "Friday, is she - tell me she's..." He couldn't form a sentence not wanting you truly gone. "She's alive, sir. Barely holding on."

Y/n's POV

A repeated beeping sound rings in my ears before I can even open my eyes. Blinking my eyes opened slowly where they feel heavy I see I'm laying on a hospital bed. Turning my head from side to side there's an iv in my left hand and everything hurts even with pain meds. Someone suddenly blurted out through tears grasping my freehand and kissing it. "God I thought I'd lost you for good, baby...." Blinking my eyes a few times I don't register that it's Tony's voice at first. Coughing with a sore throat I squeeze his hand intertwined with mine. "Tony...it's you...it's really you." He brushes my hair back crying through happy tears. I hope and pray this isn't a dream or in this case a nightmare. Where I'm alive and he's not. But he squeezes my hand in his climbing into the empty space of the bed beside me. Wrapping his arms around me where I throw my arms around him sobbing happily into his shirt. "I'm here Y/n. I'll never leave you....us bad asses have to stick together."

Lifting my head up from his stained shirt he wiped away some tears on my face with his thumbs. His hair is a tousled mess and there's visible bags underneath his eyes meaning he hasn't got much sleep. "I love you 3,000...Tony." I whispered leaning up and kissing him softly. He moves his right hand cupping my face gently kissing back. The door opened and a fit of giggles warmed my heart. "Mommy, daddy!" Morgan climbed into the bed with Pepper's help hugging me happily. I sigh into her hair pulling her into a hug. Pepper smiled down at me once I broke the hug brushing my daughters hair behind her ears. "I know we gave you quite a scare, princess. But don't worry we'll always be here." Morgan wiped away some tears as Tony pulls us both in for a family hug. Burying my face in the crook of his neck he mumbled into my hair. "Pepper, I believe this has been needed to be said for a long time. Thank you for bringing us together." Pepper smiled mirroring my grin on my face. "Well there had to be a match out there somewhere for Tony Stark." Morgan turned to face us sitting on her knees with puppy dog eyes asking adorably. "Can we go get cheeseburgers when mommy gets out of the hospital?" I snorted in laughter seeing Tony ruffling her hair. "Anything you want, princess."

Well this is the end of Iron Stone. I enjoyed re-writing Tony's end. I hope you did too.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#iron stone #tony stark x reader fanfiction #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark x reader #tony stark #robert downey jr #iron man #wattpad fanfiction #comments really appreciated

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