#when did it become an island? i have not yet found the answer to this

[ofromtheunderworld]

Tbh, I kinda like this new approach towards Moana now. I feel like it could be a major subplot within Moana 3, like with her discovering more powers and that she’s immortal now, with her debating if she’s wants to become a demigod or try to find a way to make her mortal again.

I feel like she would really struggle which to choose since she absolutely loves her people and her family and doesn’t want to outlive everyone, especially her younger sister who loves her to death. She cares so much about her people and her family that would be willing to fight gods for them. She is the chief (or future chief) of her people and she wants them all to be happy and thriving. But at the same time, she doesn’t want to Maui alone since he was on his own for most of his life.

This could easily create a struggle for Maui too if he realizes if Moana doesn’t want to be a demigod with him. When you think about Maui’s story, it’s actually very sad: His parents killed him right after birth because they didn’t want him, the gods gave him a second chance at life and raised him to become a demigod, he did everything for the humans to become wanted, but that want for acceptance led for him to steal the heart for the humans, which led to the destruction of many islands and tribes and caused him to be in isolation for HUNDREDS OF YEARS.

Moana was the same thing to him in his eyes like all those other tribes: wanting Maui to help her with something. But when they got to know each other, he finally has someone who cares about him. Someone who can get serious yet silly with him. Someone who’s he worries about losing. Something that he possibly never truly had before.

A friend.

He was completely against her coming onto the trip this time, not because he didn’t want to deal with her, but because he doesn’t want her to DIE. You seen the way he was crying when he found out that Moana died at the end of the movie. She was the first human who he interacted with for years and possibly the only friend he ever had in his life. So I imagine when he fully realizes that she can’t die anymore and can fully live with him forever, he would be more than thrilled.

So you could imagine what this struggle could cause for the both of them. Maui would have to comprehend the fact that the person that he’s closest to could possibly not want to join him in the deity life and he may still be on his own for the rest of his life and Moana would have the bigger struggle to deal with and the bigger question to answer: “Do I abandon Maui and the new demigod life that I was given for my people and my family or do I abandon my people and family, INCLUDING my little sister, for my best friend?”

We could have multiple ways this could play out in the 3rd movie: Maui and Moana arguing over this topic and almost causing them to fallout of their friendship, Maui and Moana wanting the other to be happy and doesn’t want to make things more difficult for each other while fighting their own inner demons, Moana fully accepting the deity life but she has to teach her family and people why she chose the path (Which could lead to a whole spiral of problems, especially with Simea), etc.

I could see either one of the endings playing out with Moana either becoming fully mortal again or staying as a demigod, (Unless they pull something completely random out of their ass, like idk, Maui becoming a full mortal again) and it would be very interesting to see how everything plays out in the 3rd movie. I’m kinda excited for Moana 3 now just with this subplot alone, let alone about Nalo being a major villain in the 3rd movie, and let’s just hope that whatever Disney chooses that it’s written correctly in a likable way for the audience and not washed down by a bunch of unnecessary jokes.

moana being immortal now really fucks me up like you're telling me she's going to watch simea grow up and older than her? I'm supposed to be normal about the fact that moana will never return to the sea, to her ancestors, the way everyone she knows and loves will? you mean to say that someday maui will be her only companion, the only one in her life who won't grow old and die? am i understanding correctly that death, originally her biggest obstacle, is now just pretty much off the table for her?

[obaex]

pinch me - jj maybank

summary: when you turn 17, your body begins to mirror anything that happens to your soulmate, but with so many marks and bruises, why is yours so hard to find?

word count: 2.9k

a/n: happy obx writing week! this is for day 1: au with jj! thank you to the lovely @surftrips for planning this event. this fic's a little different, but i am simply a sucker for a soulmate au. italics are jj's perspective. ♡

The flowers bloomed on your skin like a tattoo, delicate but dark. Large roses, orchids, lilies and daffodils tangled with leaves to form a winding pattern that started on your hand before appearing on your arm. You lifted your shirt to see them swirl on your ribs, near your stomach. It was mesmerizing to watch, beautiful, hypnotizing even, the sensation felt like a pleasant tingle beneath your skin that now danced on your cheek, around your eye. You lay down on your bed, closed your eyes, and willed the patterns to disappear by morning.

You knew when you turned 17 that this could happen, that your body would begin to mirror any impact on your soulmate’s skin, so you weren’t necessarily surprised. What did surprise you was the frequency with which the marks appeared, their breadth, their size. Your chest ached with the knowledge that whoever your heart was tethered to underwent physical pain on a regular basis.

You searched for your other half eagerly, knowing they wouldn’t be hard to find: a split lip, a black eye, bruised knuckles, but of course there was no one that looked like that on Figure 8. Your friends sought out their matches based on the occasional skinned knee, maybe a broken finger playing lacrosse; when they asked you about it, you lied and said you hadn’t felt anything yet, too heartbroken to share the truth and the fact that your person was nowhere to be found.

When your best friend Sarah Cameron found her match, you couldn’t help but be happy for her, even though she had found him on the wrong side of the island. She and John B began spending every day together; you were lucky if you could steal her away for an afternoon at the beach, and even then, she spent every moment gushing about him. Before long she was begging you to come hang out with him and his friends. You were undeniably skeptical, but by now your own flowered marks had stopped appearing and even though you knew that was a good thing for your other half, in a way you missed them, missed the connection, the reminder that someone out there was meant for you. You needed something to distract you, and John B and his friends proved to be the perfect distraction, especially JJ Maybank.

You and JJ fell into an immediate friendship that was unlike any you’d had before. Frankly, it shocked the other pogues – what could a marina rat and a kook princess possibly have in common? On the surface, the answer was nothing, but it’s like you just clicked right from the first day you met. You were always laughing at each other’s jokes, tears brimming your eyes, unable to catch your breath no matter how stupid they seemed to everyone else. You would finish each other’s sentences, you could read into each other’s emotions, able to understand one another when words fell short, ready with a hug or a smile when they needed it most. You had a casual intimacy, your head resting on his shoulder when you watched a movie, him always needing to have the seat next to you whether in the twinkie or in the back yard at the chateau, you permanently wearing at least one article of his clothing at any given time. You were having fun, your time with JJ distracting you from the loneliness you had felt before.

Everyone had become so obsessed with this soulmate thing - JJ didn’t think it was even real. He had never felt a thing, grateful at least that that meant his soulmate had a life very different from his own. But, why did people care so much? He had seen and heard John B go on and on about it, but all he wanted to do was ignore it, convinced that that kind of thing just wasn’t meant for someone like him.

He never knew if his parents had had it, and even if they did, what good had it done them? His mom left and his dad was gone now too, having finally taken off for the Yucatan months ago. Good riddance.   

No, JJ preferred to focus on what he could control, to believe what was right in from of him, and for now that was Y/N. He wasn’t sure what a girl like that was doing hanging around with a pogue like him, but he wasn’t going to question it, grateful for every day he got to spend with her. He loved the way she made him feel, like he was always the center of her attention no matter what was going on around them - he’d never had that before, had never been someone’s first priority. He loved the way she would laugh uncontrollably with him, how big her smile got, how her nose would crinkle. He loved the way she curled into his arms when she had a bad day, seeking him out for comfort and reassurance; he loved knowing he could be that for somebody. He loved when she leaned on him when they watched movies, how sometimes her eyelids fluttered closed and she’d breath heavily against him, wrapping her arms around him in her sleepy state – that was his favorite.

The funny thing was, she didn’t seem to believe in this soulmate thing either, never chiming in when the inevitable conversation came up. And that made him feel like maybe he had a chance. He tried every day to muster the courage, to find the right words to say to ask her out, which is where his mind wandered while he spent the afternoon at work at the marina, pissed that he was missing a day on the boat with her.

The HMS Pogue bobbed gently to the rhythm of the waves as John B and Pope cast their rods into the water. You, Sarah and Kie were lying on the bow, soaking in the scorching rays of the sun as sweat dripped down your body.

“OK, I’m getting in the water, it’s too damn hot” Kie said resolutely, standing up.

“Yes please” you said, jumping up, pulling off your sunglasses and diving in, beating her to the punch.

The salt water cooled your skin immediately, bringing instant relief. You let out a sigh as your head breached the surface and you began to float on your back. It was only a moment before you felt something slimy and looked around you to see you had jumped right into a school of jellyfish. You tried to swim away, shrieking, before they began to sting you, their barbed tentacles attaching to your side as you tried to knock them away and scrambled back to the boat. You pulled yourself shakily out of the water, tenderly feeling the burns on your skin as tears overflowed in your eyes.

JJ was spraying down the latest kook yacht to pull into the marina, washing and rinsing mindlessly, his thoughts drifting to you and back again when he felt an itch on his side. He scratched it absentmindedly, attempting to ignore it when it persisted in a tingling feeling. He rubbed it harder before finally lifting his shirt to see a tattooed pattern of vines winding up his side. He shoved his shirt down and looked around, hoping nobody had seen. He dropped the hose in his hand and stumbled inside before he pulled his shirt off to inspect his skin more closely. He was mesmerized by the sensation and the pattern on his skin, his heart racing with excitement until he realized what this meant, his joy waning as his sympathy grew for this person he didn’t even know. He pressed his hand against the vines, like he could make them stop, but they persisted. He could hear his boss yelling for him, so he quickly pulled his shirt back on, his head spinning as he went back to work.

The rest of the afternoon and evening you walked around gingerly, icing your side, putting ointment on it, but nothing seemed to quell the burning sensation of the barbs in your skin. You pulled on one of JJ’s soft, oversized sweatshirts and a pair of shorts and joined your friends in John B’s backyard, trying to focus on anything else to forget the pain you were in.

Thankfully, JJ showed up right after his shift. You had missed him all day, wishing he had been out on the boat with you; he would have known just what to say, how to make you laugh, exactly how to make you feel better, and that’s all you wanted right now.

He settled into his chair beside you, but didn’t meet your gaze, didn’t acknowledge you at all; he looked a thousand miles away.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, picking up on his demeanor immediately.

“Hmm?” he said, glancing at you quickly before looking away. In truth, he couldn’t stop thinking about the tingling on his side, which had started to fade, but that he could still feel. He looked back at you, examining you. You were perfectly fine. No one had hurt you, you weren’t in pain, and he was overwhelmingly grateful for that, but at the same time, selfishly, he knew that that meant that you weren’t his, weren’t the one for him and it crushed him.

He looked at you with sad eyes, his ocean blues scanning yours, opened his mouth like he wanted to say something before shutting it, shaking his head and ignoring you, choosing to focus on the beer in his hand instead.

You scrunched your face in response, hurt by his dismissal, especially after the day you'd had. You had been so sure he would make you feel better, that he would pull you into his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay, and now he wouldn’t even talk to you.

“Okay then” you said, standing up quickly, wanting to put some distance between you before your emotions got the best of you. “Anyone need another drink?” you asked as you made your way inside. John B shook his near-empty can in the air and you nodded, turning quickly so no one would see the tears in your eyes as you slammed the door behind you.

“What was that about?” John B said as he looked over at JJ.

JJ just shook his head and shrugged, trying to shake off your reaction, his feelings, and failing miserably.

“She seemed upset” Kie pushed, not used to seeing the two of you at odds with each other, ever. “You could at least try to be nice to her, Jayj, she had a shitty day.”

“Pfft understatement of the year” Pope agreed as he took a swig of his beer, “she put up a tough front but I’ve never seen stings that bad before, had to be the man-o-wars, she jumped right into them.”

JJ’s ears perked up. “What?” he asked, trying to catch up.

“She got stung, asshole, like fifteen times” Kie replied, gesturing to her side.

The same side where JJ’s skin still tingled.

JJ’s mouth ran dry and he could feel his heart start to hammer in his chest. It couldn’t be… could it?

He stood up, dropped his beer at his feet and ran after you.

“Y/N!!” he called as soon as he was inside, nearly tripping over the furniture on his way to reach you in the kitchen.

You were leaning with your back against the counter, your eyes meeting his as you wiped at your tears, not wanting him to know how upset he’d made you.

“You’re – Pope said – you – today –“ he stumbled over his words as he gestured outside and then to you.

You looked at him, utterly confused.

He shook his head, trying to clear it as he ran his hands through his hair, willing his heart to slow down just enough for him to get his words out.

“Today. You got stung. A-Are you okay?” he said through labored breath.

You shrugged, still angry with him. “I’m fine” you said.

“Nah, don’t do that, don’t play it off, Pope said it was bad, worst that he’s seen in a long time. C-Can I see?” he asked.

You didn’t know what good it would do at this point but you set your drink down and tenderly reached for the bottom of your sweatshirt, lifting it up to expose the angry red skin on your side, wincing slightly as your fingers grazed it.

JJ stepped closer to you, one hand on your stomach, the other on your hip, careful to avoid touching your wounds as he looked closely at it, then at you. He felt his breath hitch as his emotions overwhelmed him at the thought of this happening to you. You immediately registered the sympathy in his eyes and the fact that he seemed completely distraught, his own eyes nearly brimming with tears.

“Hey, I’m alright, it’s alright, J” you said, not fully grasping the look in his eyes.

He took his hands away, but didn’t step back from you as he lifted his own shirt. You could make out the faint remains of a twisted pattern of vines that ran up his side. Your hands flew to your mouth in shock.

“JJ…” you cautioned. Despite how much you desperately wanted this to be true, you both knew that this could be a coincidence, that that happened all the time. Your eyes met his and you could see the longing shining in them as they met yours, unwavering.

“Pinch me” he said, holding out his arm.

“What?” you asked.

“Pinch me, hard, do it,” he said again, pushing his arm closer to you.

Part of you wanted to know the truth, needed to know the truth, but a larger part of you was scared, horrified for this be a coincidence, and what that would mean for both of you. The idea that JJ might not be yours had your chin wobbling as you looked at him.

“Please, gorgeous, I need to know” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.

You reached out tentatively and pinched the skin on his forearm hard enough to leave a pink mark where your fingers had squeezed. Within seconds you could feel the tingle on your own skin, your emotions bubbling up as you laughed and then cried, JJ grabbing you by the shoulders, desperately trying to read your emotions as you pulled up your sleeve to reveal the rose that had bloomed on your own arm, matching his own. He looked down as tears welled in his own eyes.

“D-Do it again” he said, now that he could see it, holding out his arm.

“JJ” you said through your tears, urging him to accept what was in front of him.

“Do it again” he said, and as you pinched him a daisy bloomed next to the rose, leaves tangling together. He watched the pattern, willing himself to accept that this was much more than a coincidence, to accept that he could have this, have you, that you were made for him.

He pulled you into his arms, burying his head in your shoulder as you shook, your arms circling him and hands grasping the back of his shirt like a lifeline, unwilling to let him go.

“My God, oh my God” he muttered next to you as he rocked you back and forth.

“W-wait” you said, pulling back reluctantly to look at him. His eyes were blown wide, totally focused on you.

“What is it, beautiful?” he asked and your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

Your hand came up to cup his face. “Last year” you whispered, tracing your finger under his eye, across his cheek, running it over his lips, tracing all the places you seen flowers on your own skin. He hung his head, pressing his forehead to yours.

“My dad” he said simply in reply as he realized, reluctantly, that you now knew better than anyone what he had been through.

“I’m so sorry” you whispered.

“It’s okay. I’m okay now” he reassured you as his hands reached up to cup your face. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

You nodded as your eyes met his, your mind still reeling, trying to piece together what was in front of you: this boy, with his long hair, his tender eyes, his perfect smile, his infectious laugh, his warm hugs was it, was yours, forever. You smiled at him and he smiled at you as his mind pieced together the same thing.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asked and you laughed in response. “I wanted it to be you. From the moment I met you, I wanted this” he said. You nodded vigorously in agreement, your instant connection so many months ago making so much sense now.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

You nodded more vigorously as he brought your lips to his.

He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in you, but was reassured by the fact that he’d have eternity to do so as he pressed his lips softly to yours, savoring the feeling, and the way you pressed into him, opening up to him almost immediately, grasping his shirt and pulling him against you, against the counter as you hummed in response, your pain long forgotten as the pleasure of his body, his heart beating against your own took over. He ran his fingers into your hair as his tongue tangled with yours and he swore nothing in the world would ever compare to this.

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[thefixations-ofmine]

In which Tommy has a thing for Evan's birthmark (18+)

Pairing: Tommy Kinard x Evan Buckley (911) Word count: 1.2k Warnings: sexual content, blowjob, cum play, facials, Tommy has a dirty mouth, daddy kink if you squint

A/N: This is my first work in... years!?! And I already have like 5 wip ideas in store. I wanna thank my dear friend Amanda @flannelplanet for a) getting me into the 911 fandom, and b) riling me up to start writing again!! Constructive criticism is always welcome. Hope this isn't half bad.

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The first time it happened was an accident. Or so Tommy told Evan.

“Shit baby, couldn’t control that,” he had lied, panting, leaning onto the kitchen counter with his other hand. As if he couldn’t aim his perfectly thick, straight-shooting cum onto any part of his boyfriend’s body that he wished to paint. As if he wasn’t perfectly crowding over Evan’s head that was caged between his body and the island cabinet. He stood straight and helped Evan to his feet.

“Yeah, yeah,” Evan chuckled. “Good thing I have good reflexes old man.”

Tommy had laughed at the joke, a bit dismissive, and simply washed off most of what had landed on Evan’s eyelid with his thumb, before bringing it to his lips. He allowed the few spurts that had stuck to Evan’s birthmark to dry, the poor boy too cock-drunk to realize he still had something warm on his face. They had proceeded to dinner, and eventually it was washed off in their nightly shower - where Tommy paid Evan back.

Tommy was gifted with the best partner he could have asked for; eager, good with orders, and the only cumslut he had stumbled upon in his years of practice. He made sure to put that to good use as much as possible, and relished in the bliss on Evan’s face whenever his offering touched his plush tongue. He would never have guessed that those little red dots would become his favourite playground.

“That’s good, Evan,” Tommy gasped, “right down that throat. Fuck just like that!” Evan had taken pride in getting his beefy boyfriend to lose all sense of control. From the moment he had felt him literally fold in half when the tip of his cock had hit the constricting ring of his throat, Evan knew he had found his secret weapon. Did he get a dildo to practice that when they had opposing shifts? That’s yet to be clarified.

“Working so well for that cum, huh?” Tommy had both hands on the mattress next to Evan’s shoulders, and was holding an unforgiving thrusting rhythm. He watched as inch by inch his cock expanded Evan’s throat, bobbing his Adam’s apple on its way in from how Evan had his head hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Pathetic little dick over there is drooling for my attention. But it’s about me tonight, right? It’s about what daddy wants.” Tommy managed a dozen more strokes before he pulled out and grabbed Evan’s hair to level up his head. Once more, he proceeded to drench the left side of his face with cum, enough to have it dripping down to his scalp and ear. His grunts mixed deliciously with Evan’s deep gargling breaths.

“Gooood boy,” Tommy praised. “Look at you!” This time, the cum was washed off rather quickly with a warm cloth, Evan’s face being a little too sticky from his efforts to go on doing anything else.

By the third or fourth time, Evan had caught up to what Tommy was really on about. For him, as far as he was concerned, it had simply been a huge kink for the both of them. Feeling Tommy’s cum on any part of his body was reassurance that this was real - warm and comforting, like their hugs. But it had been a while since Tommy had aimed to get every drop in Evan’s mouth and he was getting a bit whiny about it.

“You’re gonna have to explain this to me, babe,” Evan had finally brought up, mid makeout.

“What’s that?” Tommy waited for the answer with his lips on Evan’s throat, sucking purple patches on his sensitive spots.

“I remember you saying I was a good boy for never wasting a single drop, and that you love when I share my snacks.” Evan moaned at the sensations happening all over him, and regretted starting a conversation. He pulled back and looked his boyfriend in the eyes.

“I’m serious, Tommy,” he added.

“Oh, sweet boy. You miss the taste of my cum?” Tommy had a devilish smile across his face, and Evan knew he was in trouble. Good. “Daddy’s got a new… fixation, if you will.”

Evan was pushed from Tommy’s lap to kneel on the floor between his legs. Instinct kicked in and Evan found himself waiting for instructions, his hands lingering patiently on his own thighs with his bottom lip between his teeth. We’re getting there.

“Let me demonstrate”, Tommy said before taking his cock out of his sweatpants, letting the band slip under his balls. He gave Evan a headnod and the boy practically leaped onto him, setting his forearms over his thighs for support.

Hungry for a good filling, Evan pulled onto the laces of the sweatpants and meticulously tied them around Tommy’s balls as a makeshift cockring. Right away, the veins on Tommy’s cock bulged deliciously, and Evan started working on the head.

Evan had come up with a good list of gameplans when it came to sucking Tommy off. He kept them secret, deep in his subconscious and rotated between them, keeping score of every little reaction he pulled out of him. He especially loved running his pointed tongue on the underside of Tommy’s tip, right through his glistening slit. He closed his lips around it, before taking everything he could before gagging.

When Evan was given the task to give Tommy a blowjob with nothing expected in return, he loved to stretch this out for a while; his record, he edged Tommy for over two hours. Ironically, Evan came in his boxers twice that day.

Today though, he had a mission, and that meant he had to be efficient. Soon enough, the legs under his arms were shaking and he had to hold Tommy’s hips down just a bit - he loved when the tip bruised the roof of his mouth because Tommy would make the most elicit sounds. 

Tommy nudged Evan’s cheek for him to pull off, and he guided his head so it was laying on his thigh, left side up. He tugged at himself a few more times before rubbing his tip along Evan’s brow bone. Tommy brought his index to his tip - smart bastard - to make sure none of the cum would spray off onto the ground.

“Evan,” he groaned with a shiver and let himself fall into the wave of pleasure, filling the faint cup of Evan’s temple, expertly painting over the precious red spots. “Oh, baby,” he moaned, pulling on the word baby.

He looked down at Evan as he was shivering through his own orgasm, one of his palms rubbing onto the front of his shorts. His chuckle rumbled down his chest and reached his lower stomach, where another urgency was slowly building. That’s not something he wanted to explore with Evan for now.

“Follow me baby,” Tommy whispered as he helped Evan up and guided him to the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Evan didn’t argue, feeling his limbs weaken by the second, but he was not going to let go of his reward again.

As they were walking towards the shower, he tilted his head forward, letting the cum run down the bridge of his nose and onto his lips. Tommy paused at the sight, his mouth agape as Evan licked away the thick white liquid. Tommy grabbed his head and licked up the side of his face for the last few drops.

“Fuck, I love you.”

[nikrei]

To be fair, Gotham wasn't an island back then!

(The Atlas of the DC Universe 1990)

Was Glendale a thing before Moore said its name just then? I do not remember even a little bit, but apparently its the home of the GITs (Gotham Institute of Technology)

(Saga of the Swamp Thing #52)

Translated Alan Moore here: Gotham doesn’t have any established geography, does it? Nah.

You are making my head hurt, Moore. Glendale? “Once a separate town”? There were MULTIPLE towns on the islands?

[chukys-mouthguard]

kinda tempting pt. 5

part 4

3.6k words

featuring: mat barzal x female reader x matthew rempe

note: this is the final part of this series 🥲 i will be writing an alternative ending to come at a later date - there is the possibility of a sequel featuring just rempe 👀 if we want that?

i am not fully happy with the ending on this if I’m honest, but i wanted to leave things open for a possible sequel or more to come in the future

Rolling over you felt the cold space next to you, letting you know the space previously occupied by Matthew was now vacant. Tossing back the blankets, you headed to the kitchen, wondering why he’d left your side.

A small smile creeping across your lips as you walked in to find him putting together a plate of breakfast for you. His tongue nervously peeking from the side of his mouth as he carefully flipped the french toast out of the pan, not noticing your eyes watching him.

“Well good morning.”

Softly speaking, as not to startle him, he quickly looked up at you and smiled. Setting the pan back on the stovetop before grabbing you a fork, then placing your plate at a spot at the island.

“Good morning, I thought I could wake up and make you breakfast as a start to apologizing for yesterday. Not sure if you’re having any morning sickness yet or anything, so I hope this is okay?”

He’d clearly been googling to try and educate himself about pregnancy, which you found quite adorable. Though at this point you were still early on, so you hadn’t experienced much of the morning sickness or other symptoms yet.

“This is perfect, thank you.”

He leaned on his forearms at the island as he watched you try his cooking, nervous that you’d hate it. However you very much were enjoying every bite, not remembering the last time you had french toast.

“So, now that I’ve gotten on your good side, for now…can I ask a few questions?”

Shooting him a playful glare you nodded, knowing that he’d surely have his questions, there was no avoiding it.

“Okay, so, I’m not trying be an asshole or anything when I say this, but…how do you know for sure it, the baby sorry, is mine?”

Wiping some syrup from your lip you took a sip of your water, slightly laughing at your answer in your head before speaking it aloud.

“I mean, to be blunt…Mat pulled out and you didn’t.”

Matthew chuckled a bit himself before he’d continued with his questions. A bit surprised at the thought of your boyfriend being the one that would’ve pulled out rather than him. A blush coming over you as you felt embarrassed about the conversation, immediately feeling like this was now becoming your fault.

“Okay, so, were you not on birth control or?”

Setting your fork down, slightly pushing the plate away, you sighed. Matthew wasn’t wrong for his questions, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were being interrogated or questioned at this point.

“Look, I get it, okay? No, I wasn’t on birth control. To be honest, there were plenty of times Mat didn’t pull out and we didn’t have my scares. So, maybe it’s my fault for assuming that would be the case this time around. And yeah, should I have taken a Plan B or something to be safe. Yes, I should have. I get it. It’s my fault you and I are in this situation. It’s my fault I hurt Mat the way I did. It's my fault he hates me now. It’s my fault for cheating to begin with. It’s all my fault okay!”

You’d not even noticed you were crying until you felt the tears hitting the skin of your arm. Matthew immediately coming to your side as he held you, trying his best to calm you down.

“Y/n stop, absolutely not. Don’t even say that. Look, I don’t care that you didn’t take a Plan B pill. Everything happens for a reason, and maybe we don’t know what that reason is right now, but I wouldn’t change this. It wasn’t just you that cheated, it took both of us to do that. And, I’m sorry that I caused so much shit for you and Mat I really am. But please, you need to stop blaming yourself for everything. Remember that there were things Mat did that pushed you to that point. It wasn’t solely you, I played just as big of a role in this as you.”

You felt your breath slowing down as you relaxed in his touch, Matt always having something about him that could calm you. Hearing his words and trying to make yourself believe them, that this wasn’t solely your fault.

“I know, I just. God there’s so much to deal with now. I haven’t even thought about how the Rangers organization is going to react to this. My job is probably out the window the second they find out, if they haven’t already with that fight being so public last night.”

Matt kissed your head as he took a seat next to you, trying his best to let you vent while also trying to reassure you that things were going to work out.

“I can talk to them, we will figure this out. You’re not losing your job. And if you do, we can cross that bridge when we get to it. But please, just don’t feel like this is all your fault. If anything, we both are technically responsible for this.”

He smile as he placed his hands on your stomach, and you couldn’t help but smile yourself. The idea of Matthew Rempe, the 6 foot tall giant, holding a tiny baby in his arms making you giggle. But also warming your heart. Picturing the kind of dad he would be, seeing him as being more of a boy dad than a girl dad personally. Though the universe would ultimately be the one to decide your fate in that regard.

“Well, I hate to run out in the middle of this conversation. But I gotta get to the rink, coach asked to meet with me this morning.”

Your eyes went wide as you watched him gather his things. “Like, a bad meeting?” He shrugged, though you could see on his face it wasn’t going to be a good meeting.

“He didn’t seem angry, but with Coach it’s hard to tell. I can only assume it’s about last night. But don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

He gave you a hug and placed a quick kiss on your head. Though it didn’t calm your nerves. The last thing that needed to happen was Matt losing his spot on the Rangers to really just make this situation that much messier.

As Matt took a seat in Coach Laviolette’s office, he could feel his heart beating through his chest. Trying to tell himself it was nothing serious, though he knew it wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation.

“Rempe.”

“Coach.”

His voice was stern as he sat across the desk from Matt. His body language not giving away much as Matt could feel his hands getting sweatier by the second.

“You want to tell me what the hell that was last night? And I’m not talking about the fight, as far as I’m concerned that was normal hockey stuff. Not quite sure why one of their star players would drop the gloves with you, but that’s besides the point. I want to know why I’ve got an Islanders player getting in an argument with his girlfriend, our social media manager, and you outside my locker room last night.”

Matt nervously swallowed as he toyed with what to say, knowing that there was no good answer. But he couldn’t lie, figuring that it was better in the long run to be as honest as possible so he didn’t jeopardize either of your positions with the organization.

“Well Coach, I first want to say that I don’t want y/n to lose her job over this. None of this is her fault, if anything, that argument last night was because of me and it should not have happened publicly like that.”

He studied his coach's face for any sign of whether or not the conversation was going well, but he couldn’t read him. Continuing on as he was unsure of how to explain the situation.

“Y/n is pregnant sir. And, surely you can guess that Mat Barzal is not the father based on the argument last night. So, it’s been a rough last few days finding all of this out and trying to navigate things. But, I know that y/n and I could potentially jeopardize our positions with the organization if the news gets out about this. The last thing either of us would need right now is to lose our jobs with a baby on the way.”

Coach Laviolette slightly nodded his head, the room silent as Matt awaited a response. Unsure as to whether or not it would be one he’d like to hear.

“Well, I can make sure that neither of you lose your jobs, at least for now. I’m not sure if come next season that they wouldn’t want to keep you two apart should you be together. I at least assume you’re going to step up in that aspect for the child. But, what I’m going to ask of you going forward is to keep your distance from each other at the rink. I understand that will be hard with her job, but I think that will help your situation in terms of the organization possibly taking issue with this.”

Matt nodded, agreeing that it was probably for the best until things blow over from the argument the night before. Not needing anyone asking more questions then they surely would already be.

“The last thing I’ll say, and this is more man to man then coach to player. This is going to be a tough experience, but one that will be so rewarding. And you have a real opportunity right now, to work hard every chance you get on the ice to ensure that there is no reason we don’t put you in the lineup each night. You want to be sure you can provide for your child, that you have a spot on the roster, so take this as a sign to start busting your ass on and off the ice even more.”

“Yes sir, I appreciate that. I, I obviously want to work hard every night. And, I am so thankful for the opportunity here in New York. I really do want to work even harder to make sure I have a spot here, even looking ahead to next season. But I will make sure this doesn’t affect my focus here, and I’ll make sure any outside issues aren’t brought to the rink anymore.”

Matt could hear himself starting to babble, stopping himself before coach needed to. “Matt, I appreciate that. I can see it in you how bad you want this. And I have no doubt that you’ll continue to put the work in. This wasn’t a conversation to scare you or punish you, I just needed to know what was going on after last night. Now get out of my office and get ready for practice.”

He shot Matt a smile before sending him off, making him feel much better about things versus when he’d first sat down. A few of his teammates questioning him about the previous night’s events, to which he’d tried his best to play off. Not ready to announce the news to any of them, still processing it himself.

While Matthew was at practice you tried your best to make sense of the previous night's events. Hating that the argument happened so publicly, hating that Matthew even said anything to begin with. You wanted so badly to talk to Mat about everything, to let him hear things from you. Despite the relationship being beyond reaping at this point, you owed him that much to explain it all. At least you felt you did.

Surprisingly, you found after shooting him a text that your number wasn’t blocked. You’d asked if he would be open to talking to you, to which he said yes. He was still in the city, having spent the night after he’d apparently gone out with some of his teammates and gotten a bit too drunk.

You let Matthew know that Mat was coming over to talk, which he supported. Wanting you to have the opportunity to be the one to explain things this time around without him overstepping.

As you’d gotten the simple I’m here text from Mat, you felt your palms begin to sweat. Unsure as to what you’d say, how you’d explain things to him. Either way it was going to break his heart all over again hearing the details.

A soft knock at your door came and you thought you were going to throw up. Opening it to reveal Mat, his body language not very excited to see you. Sunglasses hiding his eyes, most likely due to a hangover. Though you’d find once he removed them that they were hiding a fresh black eye he’d gotten the night before at the hands of Matthew.

“Thanks for coming over.”

He walked past you and sat at the island, while you’d grabbed waters for the both of your from the fridge. “Sure thing. I know last night probably didn’t go how either of us would’ve liked.”

A slight chuckle left your lips as you couldn’t agree more. Your fingers nervously tapping the counter as you weren’t sure what to say or how to say it.

“Look, Mat. I never intended to hurt you like this. Believe me, I felt awful for cheating. But, I don’t think you understand how much you pushed me away. Despite knowing it was wrong, I didn’t care in the moment because I was so sure we were done. I had lost hope that things were ever going to get better. And then, you were trying. You were putting in the effort, and I wanted to marry you. I did. But the second I found out I was pregnant, and I knew it couldn’t be yours, I was torn. Because I didn’t want to lie to you that this baby was yours, and marry you and pretend like things were fine. But at the same time, I knew it had gotten to a point that there was no hiding what happened anymore.”

Mat tried his best to hold in his emotions, not wanting to cry, despite the fact that he’d cried last night over it all. Though he’d never tell you that.

“You know, when you told me you were pregnant. I even wondered myself. I knew that night we had sex there wasn’t a chance of us having a scare. But, it all seemed perfect. We’d get married, have a baby. I went along with it because I wanted it so badly to be us. But, you’re right. I wasn’t good to you, for a long time. I don’t blame you for thinking things were ending with us. I even questioned why you never left me yourself. So yeah, maybe I pushed you to hook up with him. I pushed you to look elsewhere for the things I wasn’t giving you. And for that, I’m sorry.”

The two of you sighing as you’d waited for the other to say something, not sure where you went from here.

“I, I just hate that it had to happen like this. For you to find out like you did, to get in a fight over this situation with Matthew, it all is not how I would’ve wanted it to happen. And, if you hate me now, I completely understand. I know you’ll have to explain why there’s no wedding, all of it. And I know your family is probably going to hate me too. I can accept that, I brought it on myself I guess. But, I never stopped loving you. And I’ll always love you Mat. I just need you to know none of this was intentional, or on purpose to hurt you.”

He smiled softly as you wiped away a few tears that were falling down your cheek, moving from his seat at the island to wrap you in a hug.

“I don’t hate you. Like I said, you were right and I pushed you to that point to some extent. And, I have to live with that myself. But, I don’t hate you and I’ll always love you too. And, if you ever are absolutely desperate for a babysitter, maybeee I’d volunteer.”

The two of you laughing as he pulled away, wiping a lone tear from your cheek. “Please, just, don’t be so hard on yourself about all of this, you don’t need that stress on top of everything else going on okay?”

Nodding you smiled back, before walking with him towards the door.

“And, apologize to Matthew for me. I, I know I said some things that, were shitty of me to say. He’s a good kid, and, I don’t know if you two are planning on getting together now or what, but, if he makes you happy then I’m happy for you.”

After Mat left your place, you’d felt slightly better about things, but knew it would take time for you to not be hard on yourself about the whole situation. His reaction was better than last night, and despite him understanding you could still see how he was hurt by it all. Surely not a situation he’d be over in just a few hours, and would have to relive if and when he had to explain the canceled wedding to his family and friends.

“I’m backkkk.”

Matthew playfully called out in sing song voice as he entered your apartment. Tossing his book bag to the side before he’d joined you on the couch.

“What’s verdict? Are you traded? Sent back to the minors?” He smiled at you while you sat nervously playing with the blanket that laid across your lap.

“Nope, and nope! It went decent, as good as to be expected really. He just wanted to talk to me about it all, he recommended we keep distance at the rink as much as we can. He can guarantee we won’t lose our jobs for now, but next season who knows.”

Your eyes went wide as you sat up, mouth slightly open as you were looking for what to say. “Matthew, you said it went decent! We might not have jobs next season now?”

He quickly took your hand in his, trying to calm you down and not stress yourself out too much.

“No no, he just, he’s just saying he can’t make us any promises. But he also told me not to give them a reason to take away my spot. It, it was actually a really nice sort of heart to heart moment. He told me to bust my ass and work hard so they have no reason not to put me on the ice each night. And, that’s what I’m gonna have to do. Gotta make sure daddy’s get paid the big bucks for his baby!”

Matthew leaned down and kissed your belly, earning a laugh from you as he looked up at you a bit embarrassed.

“Sorry, that was a bit much. I got a little too excited.”

He awkwardly ran a hand through his hair as he sat up next to you, but you shook your head reassuring him it was fine.

“Matthew, you’re allowed to be excited. Don’t apologize. I’m glad you’re excited, you think I want to go through this with someone who could care less?”

He smiled at you before heading into the kitchen to grab a water, resting his forearms on the island as he looked at you. His gaze making you blush as you tried to turn your attention to the tv, unsure as to why he was staring.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer!”

Holding up a pillow you blocked yourself from his gaze, only for him to come and snatch the pillow away. Sitting on the ottoman in front of you as he sipped his water.

“Okay, more questions for you.”

Rolling your eyes you muted the tv, turning your full attention to him as you sat with your hands folded in your lap. Unsure as to what in the world he could be asking you now.

“Yes matthew.”

He ignored your sarcastic tone as he mirrored the way you sat, making you smile as he continued on. “So, if we are doing this. Like, having this baby. What does that mean in terms of us?”

“Um, wow, just going right for it huh?”

His question caught you a bit off guard, not that you haven’t thought about it yourself, but you didn’t expect him to be so to the point out of nowhere.

“I mean, I just don’t want to think one thing and you’re thinking the other. I want there to be full transparency as we navigate this together. And whether that’s simply as coparents, or if we are testing the waters. I just want that to be established you know?”

“Well, I definitely would agree. I guess, we test the waters maybe? And just see where things go? I mean, I’ve never had a baby with someone before so you’re kind of in the same boat as me here.”

The two of you laughed as Matt nodded in agreement.

“Well, okay then. We test the waters in our same boat!”

“Oh my god not the dad jokes Matthew!”

Rolling your eyes you playfully kicked his leg as he sat next to you on the couch, joining you for whatever you had previously been watching.

“I promise, this is the last question for today, or at least for now. Is it too early to know if the baby is a boy or a girl?”

[namism]

and money | nami

➳ category: gay awakening in less than 1k words, female reader

➳ word count: 728

➳ note: it's mostly narration i'm sorry

Nami liked men and their money, but when she became a pirate, she liked men less and money more.

The reason for that was a messy mix of annoying crewmates, blood-boiling encounters with men who didn't know respect, and her personal decision to follow her dream regardless of whatever and whoever was in the way. Nami didn't have the time to find a man to fall in love with because she had a world map to draw, and while she had been on countless islands with the Straw Hat Pirates, there was, truthfully, so much more in the world that awaited her.

That said, Nami liked money by a huge margin. Nothing could top that. After all, she was a burglar on her own for many years before becoming a better burglar when she joined her pirate crew.

Nami, however, still liked (loved, if she were to be honest) having men wrapped around her finger, so that she could take their money. She knew that she was beautiful, and she was aware that many thought the same. It was the perfect ruse.

Yet somehow, as time passed, her trickery began to tick her off as she felt that it was not right.

No, it was not because she felt guilty. (She had been doing this professionally for years. What would she be guilty for?) It was also not because she stopped liking money. (There was never a day when she did not think about it.) She wasn't sure what the reason for it was, but she did have an idea.

"That's a very pretty dress, Nami-san!" you cheered from across the table of the dining room in the Thousand Sunny. Nami looked up from the newspaper she was reading. You were happy.

"I made it." She replied.

You were a passenger on the Straw Hats' ship after meeting Nami at a retail store and getting yourself twisted in her business at an island. Nami let you tag along with her crew after learning that you had family to visit at the Straw Hats' next destination.

That happened a week ago. Over the course of your stay, you got closer to the members of the Straw Hat Pirates. Nami, in particular, was the closest to you out of them all.

You told her that she was crafty and you asked if she could teach you how to sew. She agreed. You rushed to her side in joy and hugged her out of the blue.

She was in shock. Her mouth hang open for a few seconds, but overall, she didn't mind.

A few more days passed, and you reached the island. You invited the crew to your home to thank them for having you aboard their ship. Nami linked up with your mother along with Sanji, who helped cook a feast, during which Nami met one of your ex lovers.

"Former...?" Her eyes wandered through the crowd to find who you were pointing at. She found a slightly older woman with short black hair wearing a tight dress, mingling among the other women in the vicinity.

You confirmed that she was your ex and laughed aloud upon Nami's reaction.

(She didn't judge; she had a few friends before who swung the same way or didn't swing at all.)

Ultimately, that led the two of you to engage in an explorable conversation about your past relationships with women, which led further into a sewing class, then a sleepover at your room. As the banquet died down, your home became peaceful until the sun came again the next morning to wake you and the girl next to you.

The Straw Hats disappeared for a few days upon sensing danger in your island, so Nami had to leave. It didn't take long for you to follow them on your own and rescue half of the crew held hostage. Nami ran into your arms as soon as she was free, and that was when she accepted it.

It wasn't your prettiness that pulled her in. It was your aura that she found particularly flattering. You knew how to spend time with her in exhilarating ways that no man could. It was true, what Robin told her weeks ago—women treated women better. And while she had yet to learn what it meant to her, it felt nice to know that she had an answer.

[justpeaxchy]

The Discovery

A/n: So, I originally was almost done writing this when I wanted to change the music I was listening to rq, meaning I had to switch my tabs, and Tumblr decided to not save my draft 🥸?(It hasn't done that before I literally did it so many times when writing this lol.) I had to write it all over again. Hopefully this came out how I wanted it to because I was really liking how it was going.

Warnings: Mentions of being wounded, being taken by a dragon, other than that it should be good.

Hiccup x !Fem oc!

Next chapter,

Fire encompassed the isle of Berk, bringing smoke along with it, as the cries of vikings alerting one another filled the air. Dragons and disaster had become a nearly normal expectation for those inhabiting Berk, though it was by no means pleasant.

One, perhaps two, young vikings seemed out of place even in the midst of such chaos. Their small frames could barely be seen through the surrounding smoke that began to cover the island like mist. Their footsteps barely reached their own ears as they ran deeper into the forest of the outskirts of Berk, farther away from the "main attractions."

"Haddock, what do you think you're doing?" Evelynn, the other young viking, spat out harshly, pushing away any remaining ferns and leaves in her way. The path ahead of her was already bumpy, but the moon only provided so much light that she could barely see her hands in front of her own face.

"Evelynn, I already told you! I just need to get this shot. Then, this dragon can help me get everything I ever wanted." Hiccup, the short and skinny "viking" she was following quickly answered her, not slowing down his pace as he hauled his “new invention" towards the place he planned on taking down the night fury everyone was trying to avoid.

He quickly glanced back at the girl chasing after him, concerned for her safety as she nearly tripped on a tree root that stuck out from the ground, but the adrenaline quickening his body to keep running was taking over his mind as he continued rushing towards the destined area.

She knew that she didn't have to, but when she caught Hiccup running towards the area where most vikings weren't at, Evelynn felt the need to make sure he didn't accidentally fall off a cliff to his death. She struggled to see his already fragile figure as he darted past every bush and obstacle before she found herself tripping over another tree root that caught her off guard.

Within the first few seconds she had, she quickly put her hands out to at least shield her face from the fall, her head nearly missing the ground. "Hiccup, you'll pay for this...!" Evelynn muttered, crumpling up the rough patch of grass underneath her fingers. She hadn't yet noticed the other pair of footsteps approaching her, too focused on the amount of pain creeping up on her leg. It felt like a chore just trying to stand as she leaned against the tree she fell on, her eyes scanning the area around her.

If it weren't for a quick glance in the direction, Evelynn wouldn't have noticed the movement against a nearby bush, as if someone or something had walked through it. She, however, found no culprit for it to be so. She knew the unsaid rules of a viking: never be scared, always show that you're strong and tough even when you're not - but the feeling of uneasiness started to fill her in a way she couldn't ignore it.

Her head turned back to the direction where she and Hiccup came from, the village still on fire as vikings struggled to put out the fires that dangerously swept across most of the land. Once again, something caught her attention, stirring her away from looking at the place she called home, having heard a stick being crushed before seeing a large figure approach her from the darkness, the threatening growl it gave shook Evelynn to her core. Suddenly, the pain in her leg was as if it was never there as fear started to cloud her mind, seeing this dragon supposedly come out of thin air.

The white scales of the beast before her glimmered in the little moonlight that was provided, its color standing out in the midst of the gloomy forest as a dangerous confidence radiated from its eyes. Evelynn felt her breath hitch as she held out her hand in front of her, trying to put some distance between her and the beast. Its steps were ordered as if it had finally caught its prey and the young girl knew she wouldn't be escaping anytime soon.

It was as if all the training on how to be a viking was blotted out of her mind as she took a few shaking steps backwards. Bravery was something she was starting to be known for in Berk, but with the white-scaled dragon approaching her, Evelynn couldn't find it in herself to fake that anymore.

Despite knowing the danger this creature carried, she couldn't help but let her gaze travel across the whole dragon. She acknowledged that, if what she learned over the years was correct, night furies were supposed to be dark, if not darker, than the midnight sky above her. The one approaching her, however, was practically glowing white as its eyes narrowed at Evelynn. The beast seemed to notice that she wasn't attempting to bring any harm to it either, making its nose twitch in confusion.

She found herself in a daze as her eyes stared right back into the eyes of the dragon before her. They were swirling with a shade of green remarkable to the forest around them both, not noticing the explosion that had just occurred on another house, making the shouts of vikings become even louder. Evelynn didn't seem to notice; all of her senses were focused on the large creature who was also intently gazing at her. She noticed its eyes widen ever so slightly with curiosity now that it realized she wasn't doing anything. The dragon's tail swayed to the left, then to the right, as it continued to make cautious and calming steps towards the shaking girl.

Evelynn thought she heard her name be called, but it was like her ears went deaf for the mere moment of looking at the small spikes that decorated the dragon, soon leaving her to be entranced by the slight glimmer its scales brought. Her hand no longer trembled dramatically as it did when she first laid eyes on the beast before her as she slowed down her steps, which made the dragon do the same.

"Evelynn!" The sound of leaves being ruffled and a pair of footsteps coming in her direction finally snapped her out of whatever daze she was put in and she quickly turned her head to see her father rushing to the spot she stood in. Her heart began to beat faster than it already was, worry paralyzing her for a moment before she held out her hand, signaling for him to stop.

"Dad! Wait!" The dragon, sensing her distress and fear, although misinterpreting it, lowly growled and spread out its wings, hovering over Evelynn to grab her by her small shoulders. Her father yelled, his battle axe ready in hand as he tried to get to his daughter.

Evelynn had felt pain before, yes, but when the dragon had hauled her up in the air with it, its claws had sunken into her skin more than what she was comfortable with, leaving her with an agonizing stinging sensation throughout her whole body. She struggled against the grip of the beast that was now bringing her higher up in the air, making it impossible for her to even try and jump off.

"Dad!" Evelynn cried out to her father, tears brimming her eyes as she saw her father still running to her. The last thing she saw before her vision went black, was the look of fear and grief in his eyes as she was carried off, as if she had already died in front of his face.

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Hiccup had been called many things in his life, he was "anything but a dragon killer" as his father, Stoick, had put it. He found himself sticking to that phrase even now as the chief of Berk stood before him on the ship that gently swayed to the waves of the ocean below them.

The enemy they were facing this time around was stubborn and "couldn't be reasoned with." Hiccup didn't seem to mind it as he mounted Toothless, seeing the frustration and worry his father's eyes held. The story of Drago hadn't discouraged him from still trying to change his mind once he found him, even though almost everyone doubted his intentions.

"This is what I'm good at. A-and if I can change your mind, I can change his too." Hiccup gazed at his father, pleadingly and silently asking him to let him carry out his plan. "C'mon." He quickly motioned to Toothless as they flew off the ship, leaving the questioning gazes of his family behind.

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If Hiccup had been in any other situation, he would've considered the view to be breathtaking. Toothless steadily flew above the clouds, which illuminated a soft orange glow from the setting sun before them. It was quiet, nothing bothered them, and it was supposed to be a peaceful moment.

The thoughts of Drago and his father, Berk, the dragons, and every other thing that made him angry seemed to fill his mind, leaving him no room to calm down. Not having the strength to hold all of his emotions inside anymore, Hiccup vainly punched the air, yelling out in frustration as he fell back on his dragon.

Toothless voiced his concerns with a confused grumble as Hiccup weakly patted him near his wing. "Don't worry, bud. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." His gaze fixed on the sky above them, trying to calm himself down as the night fury glanced below them, seeing a strange figure approaching. He cautiously growled, simultaneously letting Hiccup know something was happening.

Though his view was focused on what was above him, he still could make out a figure coming to his vision and he groaned in annoyance, sitting up as he waved his hands in anger, "Oh, c'mon dad, really?" Both he and Toothless flinched as they saw the stranger hovering in the clouds with them, quickly realizing that it wasn't anyone he knew.

Hiccup couldn't find the words to speak as the figure slowly descended back into the clouds below them, leaving another eery silence in the air. "Okay, no sudden moves.." His hand found its way to Toothless' head as he scanned their surroundings, his nerves spiking as he found nothing.

The quietness was soon interrupted as Toothless' abruptly stopped mid-flight as another dragon soared above them, its size intimidatingly larger than the night fury. Hiccup could do nothing but watch as the stranger encircled them, standing confidently on the dragon who roared at them as if to warn them not to do anything. It wasn't as if they could anyway, the clouds started to rise up like smoke due to the constant flapping of the dragon's wings, making it difficult to see anything but what was in front of them.

He didn't see it at first, but when Hiccup heard another roar from a different dragon, he glanced at the second figure who appeared from the clouds, the white-scaled dragon sticking out in the midst of the orange glow that surrounded them all. In a mere moment, he felt his breath hitch. If his eyes weren't lying to him, that looked very similar to the night fury he rode, the one he thought to be the only one left in existence. Only, this one was the complete opposite to the name of "night" fury. Its pale white scales glistened in the sunlight as its eyes narrowed at the young chief-to-be.

"Hold on, hold on!" Hiccup didn't have time to register that the first stranger had waved their staff, signalling for more dragons he didn't know was coming. His gaze finally settled on the stranger who was occupying the white night fury, seeing that they had on armor of some sorts with the same color as the dragon, their mask hiding any clue of who they might be.

Toothless had been too focused on the threat in front of them to notice the ones quickly approaching from behind, as he noticed a second too late, the dragon swiftly picking up Hiccup in its paws as he cried out in distress.

"Toothless!" Hiccup could only watch as his dragon helplessly fell to the ice-cold depths below them, the water growing closer to the night fury with each passing second. Worry gripped his heart as Toothless fell beneath the ice that covered a certain part of the waters, his eyes brimming with tears as he knew that his dragon would drown on his own.

He hadn't noticed the rider on the white night fury stand up just as the other one had, pity starting to fill her as she watched the young man struggle against the grip of the dragon who began to carry him to their base. She knew other dragons would come for the night fury, but she still couldn't help and glance at the other stranger, knowing she would understand what she was thinking.

The only response she got was another wave of their staff as they all began to fly towards their destination. The rider offered one more glance towards the night fury who struggled against the waves of the water. She knew that the ice wouldn't be any help with its struggle, but she counted on the dragons who would soon bring him where they wished, which was to safety.

"Hey! You left my dragon back there! He can't fly on his own, he'll drown!" Hiccup tried wriggling out of the grip of the one who carried him through the fog that suddenly surrounded them as he kept trying to see if Toothless was at least alive.

The strangers gave no response, still steadily flying to wherever they were taking him. The white night fury glided faster ahead of the first stranger, now leading them to a cave covered in dangerous spikes of ice, as they suddenly disappeared with a blast similar to Toothless'. Hiccup's heart raced with a continuous fear as they dove into the darker regions of the cave and finally let him go, rolling on the floor as he got up as quickly as possible.

"Hey! We have to head back for my dragon..!" He didn't fully care that he was surrounded by a whole group of other ones at the moment, his mind solely focused on getting Toothless' back alive.

As he continued to look around for the two strangers in hopes that they would have a change of heart, a dragon had come too close for his liking as he stumbled back. The gears in his mind shifted to the part he knew best as he quickly grabbed Inferno, slowly waving it in a circular motion as the dragons became entranced by it. After a few seconds of success, one of the dragons seemed to challenge Hiccup, showing itself uninterested in the flames, as he began to encircle himself with the gas the sword carried. A small spark went off, lightening the area around him for a moment before he reached out one of his hands towards a dragon, their eyes wide in wonder.

He hadn't noticed the stranger who was observing the whole scene behind him as they suddenly swung their staff, making it rattle as a distant roaring could be heard, making Hiccup turn around to find Toothless being dropped on the ground beside him. Nothing but relief filled him as he ran towards his dragon as he shouted, "Toothless!"

The night fury looked weary as he stood up, gently rubbing his head against Hiccup who embraced him as much as he could. "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. I'm glad to see you too, bud. You really had me worried there.." His hands gently rubbed his dragon's head, turning to face the stranger. "Who.. are you? Where is your...friend?" He said as he couldn't find the second person anywhere in sight. "Are you Drago, uh, Bludvist..?"

The stranger said nothing as they glanced at the dragons behind them, slightly shaking their staff once more as it rattled while they opened their mouths. Flames of fire started to light up the room as Hiccup scanned them all, noticing they were only using it as a light while the stranger started to step towards him. Hiccup felt Toothless wrap his tail around him as the stranger boldly approached the night fury as they lowered themselves to the floor, dropping their staff and shield as he wondered if he should allow Toothless to attack this person or not. He didn't have to make that choice, apparently, as his dragon suddenly fell on his back, purring in delight as the stranger gently glided their hand along his chin while still trying to reach Hiccup.

"Gee, thanks." Once again struggling to find the words to speak, all he could do was try and avoid the hand that was reaching up to his face, uncomfortable at the short amount of distance he and the stranger had before he heard them gasp underneath their mask, quickly recoiling their hand as they knelt on the ground.

"Hiccup..?" The voice spoke as she lifted her mask off, revealing an older woman with similar features that he carried. Confusion was plastered over Hiccup's face as he narrowed his eyes at her. "C-could it be? After all of these years.." She paused, her eyes slightly widening as if fully realizing the situation she was in. "How is this possible..?"

Hiccup stuttered as he tried to make reason for what was happening, "Uhm, should I - should I know you..?" He carefully watched her as she sighed, her shoulder slumping slightly and her gaze locking onto the floor as she considered her answer.

"No... you were only a babe.. and Ev-" She hesitated, catching herself as she shook her head lightly before slowly finding Hiccup's eyes once more, who managed to catch the mess up in her sentence. "But a mother never forgets.."

Silence clung to the air before Hiccup's breath got caught in his throat as his eyes widened as if he were about to scream. Thankfully, the woman held out her hand, gently shushing him not to make any sudden noise or movements for the sake of the dragons. She glanced to the direction she originally sat, finally seeing a small glimpse of the other rider that disappeared. She knew that she was there the whole time, but what made her want to be invisible with her dragon was something she couldn't figure out.

Knowing she probably didn't want to be seen still, she quickly motioned to Hiccup, who was still struggling not to choke on his own shock. "Come..!"

She swiftly left in a different direction, making Hiccup staggering to catch up to her as Toothless sniffed the air, his eyes going to a corner in the room. His eyes widened in curiosity as he found the white "night" fury carefully standing next to another stranger who still had their mask on. When they noticed his gaze they quickly ran in a different direction, making Toothless start to go after them before Hiccup called him.

"Toothless! C'mon, bud! We need to go!" The shock in his voice could still be heard even to the dragon as he bolted after Hiccup, forgetting about his original intention.

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"That was a close one, Aurora... Too close." The girl muttered underneath her mask as she watched Toothless run off in the direction Hiccup had run with his newly discovered mother. The dragon beside her grumbled with curiosity as she wanted to go with them too. She watched with wide eyes as the rider took off her mask, revealing slightly messy light brown hair that cascaded just below her shoulders.

"I'm not ready to face him again just yet.." Evelynn mumbled, gently patting her dragons head with worry filling her eyes.

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A/n: FINALLY! Tumblr kept trying to delete this over and over but I finally finished it. It came out nearly the same, I think, to how I was writing it. Hopefully The links to the songs worked as well. The next part will be out soon! <3

{P.S., it's just the beginning chapter so I know you had to read the lore part first but trust me it's gonna get good.}

[skriblee-ksk]

Ki****’s Home

The children brought to the ******* Island during the year **** were named after flowers.

Ki**** was the brightest in her cohort, both in terms of intelligence and personality.

However, that was exactly what made her the worst subject.

Instead of properly participating in the activities meant to measure the children’s abilities, she was always distracted. Always compassionately helping or curiously asking.

Although seeming to hold no malicious intent, she was still a hindrance. An unpredictable, troublesome child.

In fact, she was the Father’s ultimate failure.

Someone who was too valuable to be discarded, yet too disobedient to be contained.

Even punishments seemed to have little effect on her, as she always returned to her natural state a few hours later.

One day, the Father lost his patience. He stepped up instead of the researchers and tried to fix Ki**** on his own.

It worked for the day. Ki**** completed all the activities as she should have been all along. Even if the results were worse than usual, she had been predictable. Obedient.

That day, when the best children were moved to the reward room, the Father handpicked a gift for Ki**** as a reward.

Since he had proved that Ki**** was able to do what they told her to, he expected no less from her.

Unfortunately, the next day, Ki**** had reverted back to her old habits.

She really did try her best to do what was expected. She really wanted to do her best, she did.

One thing all children in the lab hated to hear was that their best was, in fact, not their best. That their greatest efforts were not enough.

In fact, they would have rather died than heard that.

The Father was disappointed.

And that would be Ki****’s last time in the reward room.

Ki’s backstory that no one asked for!!!!!

Her backstory usually doesn’t play a pivotal role on the medias I insert her into, but it does give a few clues on her behavior and personality. Also I just think she’s tragic because she dies so early. My daughter :(

I actually made Ki during like. 5th grade, so the world where she originally resides in is my OC world (the one with Kristal in it (u can find her in refs btw, if you haven’t seen her yet)).

Generally, Ki**** was a girl who talked with and helped her cohort, even at the cost of being labeled disobedient. She prioritized helping the rest of the children than acing her ability tests (even though she had no reason to. Like she wasn’t even older than them, the cohorts are separated by birth date year).

She placed high on pop quizzes testing intelligence every time, but otherwise if someone else seemed to struggle, she would flat out NOT do any of the work and instead would help them or ask questions in their stead or even just give up on the work to do something else, so they could never measure her correctly. This made it impossible to figure out if she’d be of any help with the Father’s research (which I will not disclose as of now).

Yeah, that’s generally it!

Now, an answer to a few (nonexistent) questions!

1. Why does the Father include the word “the”?

It has “the” in the same way you’d call a creature under your bed “the” Monster.

2. Is Ki’s purple ribbon the gift the Father chose and would she still wear it if she found out about her past?

Yes

Yes :(

3. What are some similarities and differences between Ki**** and Kiyuu?

Similarities: Obsessive organization abilities, intelligence, and they’re both searching for home.

Oh and they both love the scent of the sea and cream puffs, and general things like that.

Differences: Kiyuu develops to become, in a sense, less “helpful”? She finds out most people at NRC like to be seen as someone who can handle things themselves if they wish to, and it’s really just awkward if Kiyuu keeps eagerly volunteering for anything. Like, at first it’s nice, but then it just becomes like, “does she think I’m helpless or something?” Anyway. Yeah. Kiyuu here gains some snark too, just as a defense mechanism. She needs to spit back once in a while.

Taglist (ask to be added!!): @kathxrat-01 @distant-velleity @scint1llat3 @elenauaurs @boopshoops @lumdays @venaue @jewelulu @thehollowwriter

[green-alm0nd]

[Crosshair X gn!reader]: Bigger picture

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Summary:

After Crosshair joined the Empire, your relationship has been complicated, especially since there was palpable and unresolved tension. After settling down on Pabu for the first time in Crosshair's life, you decide it's time to confront him.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR TBB S3, ANGST, lots of angst, Crosshair being a prick, reader also being a prick, arguments, fights, mentions of break ups, reader has a sister who unfortunately was killed, swearing. Basically angst. Not proofread.

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Enjoy!

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The sanctuary of Pabu was supposed to be a place to stay, to call home, to leave your past behind and start over. It was an island, away from the Empire, with little resources yet grateful people.

Now, it was just an island. The isle you admired the most became just an island when the marksman put his feet on the ground tiles.

It had been almost a year since Crosshair had last spoken to you. And you didn't make it easy either when he joined the Batch again. You refused to make eye contact, and actually speaking was not on the list. If anything, you'd respond to his snarky comments with your own snarky comebacks, but having a real face to face and heart to heart talk wasn't even on the plan. The last time you had seen eachother was on that deck back on Kamino, and he denied everything you had. That hurt you more than anything else.

You sighed at the thought. The weather on Pabu that day was rather windy, and messy. It was almost like the Force had decided to match your personality with the island's weather. However, you headed over to the small cottage you lived in, and found Omega on the door.

"Hey." She greeted, with her usual, bright smile. You weren't in the mood, but tried to smile nonetheless.

"Hey, kid."

Omega stayed quiet for a few seconds, before she spoke again.

"You think Crosshair hasn't changed." She said.

Your grip on the doorknob tightened.

"Omega, we've talked about this."

"But he has! He has changed!" She insisted, her innocent eyes full of determination pierced through yours.

You let out an exasperated sigh.

"No. He hasn't." You responded firmly.

"If he had changed, he would've come speak to me when he joined the Batch."

To this, Omega let out a pout, and left you without another word.

It was sad to let the kid down, but it was the truth. If Crosshair truly cared about your relationship, he would've gone see you a long time ago.

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When the night settled on the island, you were still outside, leaning on the railing. Omega's words kept repeating inside your head. What if he had changed? What if he had become a different person? He could've still tried talking to you, at least say something. Then again, you hadn't made it easy for him, either.

You hadn't greeted him when he came on the ship, you always came out with some sort of witty or snarky response to his plans, and you had overall chosen to ignore him.

As if on cue, a shadow leaned on the wooden wall of your house. You knew who it was. There was only one person able to be this stealthy, there was only one person who made your heart quicken. No matter the situation, your heart would always beat for him. Seeing him there, standing near you, made you remember all the nights you spent together. The love, the passion, the laughs, the hope, the excitement. But it also brought a sense of sadness, pain and dread to you.

You turned to face him.

"Look who decided to show up." You chimed, with a fake grin.

Crosshair just kept staring at you, his toothpick moving to the right side of his mouth.

"You're mad at me." He pointed out.

You scoffed.

"Of course I am." You spat, entering your cottage. You expected Crosshair to follow, since you were sure things would get heated pretty quickly.

And so, he did. Without a word. You closed the door, and leaned on the wall with your arms closed.

"You better explain why you were next to my door in the middle of the night."

Crosshair didn't answer at first.

"Omega told me to talk to you." He finally answered.

You let out a huff, which sounded more like a bitter, breathless laugh.

"So you're here because Omega told you to talk to me? Unbelievable."

Crosshair looked away.

"She told me you were angry at me, so I decided to come see you." He responded, curtly.

"And you couldn't find the guts to talk to me without Omega telling you to? After everything we've went through?" You asked, your eyes pleading.

He looked at the floor.

"I've done things." He started. You knew it was hard for him to accept he was wrong, it was part of his stubborn personality after all. But you weren't going to be easy on him.

"Yes, you have. You've done horrible things."

"And I guess I regret...some of them." He said, clenching his jaw. It was hard for him to accept that.

You laughed bitterly.

"Some of them? You guess? Give me a break, Crosshair. You joined the Empire, knowing they would exploit you. You killed innocent people." You replied, fists clenching.

"Back then, I was being brainwashed."

"Don't give me that shit, you joined to save your own ass. You had a choice, Crosshair."

Crosshair's fists tightened, and so did his jaw.

"I didn't. I was being manipulated." He replied, slightly raising his tone.

"You had your chip removed! You could've stopped it the second you were free from its control!" You said, slowly getting closer.

"I needed you. The Batch needed you. Where were you when-" You were interrupted by Crosshair's sharp voice.

"At that point, the Empire had plans for me. I was able to see the bigger picture that you couldn't." He snarled.

"What the fuck are you talking about?! The Empire just wanted to use you! They never had big plans for you!" You responded.

Crosshair spat his toothpick into the ground.

"That's your problem." He said, finally looking at you.

"You could never see the bigger picture! You always did what you were told and you could never see anything further than your damn nose. I saw the potential of the plans they had. You, on the other hand, stuck to do what you were told to do like a fucking lap dog." He spat, poison coming out from his words.

There was a pause, where your eyes filled with tears.

"You got my sister killed."

Crosshair groaned, annoyed and pissed.

"She was Force sensitive. You wouldn't believe me if I told you that I tried to get her to run away."

You wanted to punch him, and you tried, but he was always too quick. He pinned your hands in one of his, so that you wouldn't hurt him. Everything that was happening brought you a sense of painful nostalgia, the memories of a happy Crosshair next to you, dreaming of what would happen after the war ended. Now, it was all gone.

"How the fuck am I supposed to believe you?!"

"I'm not asking you to. I just wanted you to know." He responded, his tone calm once again.

"She admired you. She saw you as a big brother." You said.

Your eyes filled with tears, but Crosshair's cold gaze spoke in volumes.

He let go of your wrists, and placed his hands on his pockets as he headed to the floor. It seemed like the 'conversation' about your sister, and everything else was done.

"Did you seriously believe that I would want to continue our relationship after what you've done?" You asked, bitterly.

The marksman stopped in his tracks.

"No." He finally replied.

"It's over, Cross." You said, the nickname bringing up old and almost forgotten memories.

"But I'm sure it was over a long time ago, was it?"

Crosshair stayed quiet, and sighed.

"Yes. Yes, it was."

He opened the door, and left. You stood still, alone in the living room of your small cottage before your knees gave up.

To think that, if you had actually forgiven him, you could've actually been happy with him besides you.

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I've disappeared for a while, but I'm back :p

I may edit it in a future, but I'm not sure.

Reblogs and shares are highly appreciated <3

My requests are open!

[luffyvace]

Boa Hancock & Neferatari Vivi x female reader for women’s day!!

ik I’m late to women’s day guys!! But I’m still gonna participate! (Totally not an excuse to write for some of my fav op girls that I haven’t written much for yet)

Hancock x a fem reader would be like the ultimate alternative timeline to her not falling in love with luffy lol

let’s say your in the kuja pirates specifically,

that would make more sense as to how you got closer since your on the same crew and obviously get to interact with her more versus just fan girling in the crowd lolol 😂

just the same as luffy, she’d realized her love for you after getting worried for your safety and feeling ill (love sick 😀) mid expedition at the fact that you might be hurt

when everyone gets back to the boat she tried to unsuspectingly scope you out (tried because she was actually frantically searching for someone and wouldn’t say who as everyone panicked-) and as soon as she saw you she sighed in relief! But soon after, she started blushing and she felt a warm fuzzy feeling!

what was this? Is this what they call..? Love?!

it was such a joyous feeling..! She couldn’t believe she was feeling such intense emotions at your presence alone!

”Lady hebihime!! Are you all right?!”

”Lady hebihime!! Are you all right?!”

”Lady hebihime!! Are you all right?!”

”all right..!”

”right..!”

”right..”

Your words echoed over and over again in Hancock’s spinning head. You..we’re worrying for her?! Your so…kind!- So!- so!- your such a selfless woman!!

and yeah that’s pretty much how it went HAHAH

you can pretty much guess you’ll get special treatment from then on, she’s in love with you after all!! Naturally it’s her duty to protect her lover! 😊 (you haven’t even asked her out yet Hancock! - Glorisa)

she invites you into the palace and gives you the best food and treatment straight away!! Put your feet up dear! Are you hot? tired? Do you need water?? “Hurry up and bring the giant fans! My lover is hot!”

no pun intended even though you are 😉

“lover..? Lady hebihime..! May I ask what your talking about..😅”

”o-oh! W-well..I was just thinking…maybe…we could go on a date..?! ☺️😅”

“ME?? Hebihime!! I- I’m honored but what brought this about?! This is….strangely sudden, you know? Not trying to be rude!-”

”Hancock!”

”eh??- I mean!- hebihim-”

”Hancock!! Y-you..can call me Hancock..if you’d like!- I mean if you’d prefer to call me something else like a pet name, honey or dear m-maybe-…!”

”But!- hebihime-”

“-And to answer your question! What brought this about……I’m not sure myself…I have no idea actually, I found myself worrying about you and when I saw you again….When I saw you..! When I…..Kyaaa! 😍”

”Hancock!! Are you all right?! What happened!?

“ !!….You…! You!- You said my name!! This must be..! This must be!! What they call!- Engagement!~ 😍😍”

”huh?? 😀 hebihime?-“

“No! Go back! Don’t call me hebihime anymore!! We’re getting married next month so!- So call me by my name from now on! Okay honey?! 😍💗”

*mutters while being carried bridal style by Hancock* “I’m getting married…to the hebihime..😵‍💫💫”

and yes you actually did get married the next month :)

being the wife of the pirate empress is the liiiife 😎👍 you get whatever you want, whenever you want and however much you want of it!! Without a question! Your words are as absolute as sold gold on the island of women! Hancock will likely even ignore elder nyon/Glorisa for you <3

and yeah you can pretty much just imagine your dream life for the rest! Expect that to become your reality when married to Hancock bc even thanos snap can’t compare 🗿😭

Vivi is such an awesome girl - honorable mention okay? 😤👏

let’s say your not a straw hat tho :) just for funzies :3 imagine you’ve lived on alabasta just as long as she has and even infiltrated Baroque works with her. And also helped save alabasta!

best friends to lovers anyone?? Lesbian edition >:> 👩‍❤️‍👩 🧡🤍💖🏳️‍🌈

after it’s all said and done, and crocodile is defeated, you two say cya to the straw hats and you help Vivi rebuild her kingdom

somewhere during the time things start looking up as for alabasta’s cleanup, she confesses! Oops spoiler :}

“hey!!..I’ve been looking all over for you 😅”

“Oh hey Vivi! What is it?”

”oh nothing I just, well it’s not nothing…can we talk? Uh- you know..in private?”

”oh yeah sure! Come inside I was just cleaning up heheh, excuse the mess..”

“It’s nothing! Really, it’s fine no need to be so formal…we’re close, right?”

“Yeah :) what is it you wanted to talk about though? Is it something bad I’m nervous 😃”

”Oh! Nononono! Nothing bad nothing bad!-“

*sigh of relief* “hah, that’s good 😅”

*awkward yet adorable giggles come from both you and Vivi*

“well..what I wanted to talk about was…us, as in…who we are”

“Oh no Vivi don’t come out and tell me we’re aliens now we’ve barely finished cleaning up alabasta! 😭😂😂”

”what?? Hey! No! I-I’m trying to be serious here! 🤦‍♀️“

”OH! Oops 😄 go ahead go ahead!”

“I meant who we are as in, as a….relationship! Like- um..we’re friends right? Soo..if we could be……”

“Vivi..you mean..?”

”YEAH! 😭😅 I mean if- if we could be..more, if- if you want if not we can just stay friends-“

”No! I- hahah, I honestly never thought you’d ask, like- literally! I’ve kinda been waiting but you never did so is assumed-“

lots of awkward laughing and explaining of feelings ensue from there 💗(🏳️‍🌈😜)

actually being in a relationship with her includes training, yes training, because you never know what could happen. Just as crocodile happened and no one knew he would. So from now on she wants to be prepared, she refuses to be blindsided again—for the sake of her people!

she’s a cute mix of awkward, kind and a tad bit shy 💗 it’s like, she almost wouldn’t know how to act around you if you weren’t so close, but you are! So that makes things easier :)

she’s highly knowledgeable and I feel she’d have quiet a bit of hobbies. if you like to do similar things she’d love to partake in those activities with you! But if you have different interests, exploring each one as you teach her about them would be fun too! <3

Vivi is a literally princess, which means as her lover you get princess treatment! 😘 (all puns intended) She can afford it after all! Pell and Vivi’s father would adore you! You make Vivi so happy, how can they not?!

she talks about you more often than you know 🤫 “Dad!! Don’t tell her that!- it’s kind of embarrassing you know?!” oops Vivi heard him

well anyway 😊

Vivi is a very caring and protective lover as seen with Nami (when she stayed by her side the whole time she was ill). So of course that’s not any different when it comes to you, it’s highly likely Vivi knows first aid so if you get a minor injury? Be more careful!! 🩹❤️‍🩹💋 A major injury?! Hurry! Rush her to the royal hospital! Quickly! Giver her the best treatment! It’s okay, relax, she’s here 💖

Vivi will be with you through thick and thin and her loyalty is unwavering. She may not be the strongest banana in the bunch but she’ll certainly defend you with all she has if it comes down to it! 😤💪

Also!!! Can’t believe I haven’t mentioned this yet!!- Karoo!!!! Karoo loves you <33 Vivi thinks your bond is adorable, especially how Karoo always lets you ride on him :} you bring him snacks and drinks and he runs to you each time. If your tired of walking he’ll carry you without complaints as well so that’s a perk!

I feel the other spot billed ducks would love you as well! Karoo probably tells them how great you are 🤗 You might even like one of them enough to make them your duck! (I would, they seem cooler than a freezer 😎👍)

Okayyy~ lovely readers, followers and anyone new here..!

I hope you enjoyed these headcanons!!~

[norris-lando]

where did my baby go?

Charles Leclerc x reader

based on the song Coney Island by Taylor Swift

warnings: angst, breakup, fighting, character death author’s note: I’m actually really happy with how this turned out and I kinda love the twist at the end. So, I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this! word count: 4.1k

You and Charles had been together for four years. And sometimes you couldn't believe the half of it. The way you treated each other left people to wonder why on Earth you even stayed together when it seemed so painful for you. It was like you couldn't breathe. Like everything was always just the wrong shade of grey. Nothing ever working out the way you had expected it to. All the while you just couldn't stay away from each other. It was pathetic.

Break my soul in two looking for you

But you're right here

If I can't relate to you anymore

Then who am I related to?

A touch here, a sigh there, something always got on one of your nerves just enough to start a fight. It didn't matter where you were or who you were with, when the ball started to roll, there was no stopping it. Spiteful words were being exchanged, causing the poor people around you to be horrified when they heard the way you spoke to each other.

Nevertheless, you couldn't imagine your life without Charles. It didn't matter you couldn't understand anything about him anymore, like he had become a total stranger to you in a blink of an eye, in a matter of seconds. Still, it was always his eyes you searched for in a crowded a room. It was Charles who was your first thought each morning when you woke up and each night you let yourself be pulled to sleep. If you couldn't be with him, who would you even be? It was like you had lost your own identity and now you didn't exist without him.

When you first started dating in 2019, you were happy. You could picture your life with Charles from start to finish. You were in it for the long haul, you both were. Neither of you expected it to end any time soon, hell if ever. You found each other and simultaneously the two of you decided that, this was it. This is where the search ends. This is the end game. You were blissfully unaware of how far from the truth you really were.

And if this is the long haul

How'd we get here so soon?

Did I close my fist around something delicate?

Did I shatter you?

It didn't take long before you had your first fight. It was over something small, comical even. It was something you would laugh over later that same evening. Oh, how silly we were to be fighting about something like that, you would recall later as you thought it over. Maybe you should have seen the signs then? Or maybe they weren't there yet? Maybe it really was just something small. Something every couple would go through, only to grow stronger from it as a result. Maybe you were supposed to grow stronger from it, too, but just didn't know how to.

Later on in your relationship Charles would let his mind slip back to that fight again and again. Going it over in his head, wondering if there was anything he could have done or should have done differently. Would his actions had steered the ship in a different direction? Maybe avoiding a head on collision after all. Or maybe there was nothing to be done. He cursed under his breath each time he went over that first fight. He blamed himself for a lot of it. Honestly, he blamed himself for the most part. Maybe, he often wondered, you were just so delicate and he suffocated you. He would have to come to terms with the fact that he would most likely never find the answers to his burning questions. No matter how hard he searched.

You couldn't bring yourself to move from your seat. It was cold outside and you had far too few clothes on your back to stand the ruthless winds. Still, something forced you to stay. You looked around the park for nothing in particular. A part of you was hoping you'd see something that would jolt you awake from this dream-like state that had trapped you in. Mind spinning but still managing to focus on one thing and one thing only, you couldn't help but wonder what had happened to you and Charles. It was like a carousel in your mind that you were forced to stay on. Like a broken record, it never stopped spinning. Only playing the same painful memories from your past relationship over and over again.

And I'm sitting on a bench in Coney Island

Wondering, "Where did my baby go?"

The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go

Sorry for not making you my centerfold

Over and over

'I'm sorry,' you said to no one in particular as you stayed frozen in the same spot.

There was a sickness in your stomach and tears forced their way to the corner of your eyes. A child was running with a big smile plastered on his face right in front of you and you couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if you and Charles had worked out. If you would have been able to work through your differences and maybe start a family of your own. What your life would be like if it was your child sprinting in front of you.

But that wasn't in the cards for you. Not with Charles anyway. Maybe not with anyone ever.

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Charles had dnf'd in the race and he was, rightfully so, angry. At himself, at the competition, at everything that stood in his way as he walked through the Ferrari motorhome, stomping his feet like a little child. You followed steadily, trying to keep up with him while trying to find words of encouragement. You knew there was nothing you could do or say to make him feel better but you had to try. It was a mistake but you came to learn that too late yet again.

Lost again with no surprises

Disappointments close your eyes

And it gets colder and colder

When the sun goes down

He slammed the door to his driver's room just before you could sneak in after him. The sound of the door hitting the frame at such a high speed made you jump. You knew what Charles was like when he was angry but it still always took you by surprise. A part of you had still not really gotten used to his behaviour when he was like this.

The anger felt always unnecessary to you. Like it was a little too much. It was like a cloud that swallowed him whole and held him tightly in place before it had had enough and it washed over him.

You tried to knock on the door, barely making a sound as your fist came in contact with the material. There was no answer. No ‘come in’, no ‘leave me alone’, nothing. Just silence as you were left to stand there as you mustered up the courage to walk in to the room. If someone had seen you, standing there alone, they probably would have found the sight sad.

The door opened with a creak and you peaked your head in. Charles was on the bed, sat down with his head in his hands. You couldn't see his face, leaving you unable to read his expression.

A sort of fear crept down your spine. You had been in a similar situation with Charles before so you knew full well how this could, would end. But you still held high hopes that you wouldn't go down that path again. You didn't want yet another weekend to end in shouting match between the two of you. For once, you wanted to end your weekend on a happy note. You wanted to be able to walk out of the paddock as a happy couple, your bodies intertwined together. Not so that one after the other, you held your heads down as you avoided the cameras, embarrassed that the situation had yet again turned to that.

But it was too much to ask. The sight of you in his driver’s room was enough for Charles to tip over the metaphorical cliff he was standing on. And as he fell, he took you down with him.

-

Sometimes Charles spent his nights going over everything that ever happened between the two of you. He went over the moments, step by step, reflecting where'd been at in his own life at the time. He'd reflect his own feelings now, when it was too late. When he could almost picture you so clearly as if you were right there in front of him, happy and moving on. Sometimes he thought it was all real and it was your way of getting revenge on him.

It was during those nights, when his memories were his worst nightmare, that he turned to his unhealthy habits. Maybe he would have one drink too much. Maybe he would speed just a little too fast on the empty highway. Whatever it was, it was his best attempt trying to stop the pounding in his head get louder and louder. Maybe, sometimes he thought, it was his way of trying to escape the empty void you had left behind when you walked out on him that night.

The question pounds my head

What's a lifetime of achievement

If I pushed you to the edge

But you were too polite to leave me?

During those nights he realised no matter what he achieved in life, it would all amount to nothing if it meant losing you. It just wouldn't be the same if he didn't have you by his side to celebrate. And it was during those nights when he first started to wonder, if he was just stupid. Maybe there had been warning signs. Maybe you had, in a way, tried to show him when enough was enough. Maybe you were too polite and couldn't dare to leave him in the hopes you could actually change him for the better.

But Charles also thought about how maybe it wasn't your job to save him. Maybe you shouldn't have tried to change him but instead, maybe you should have tried to accept him as who he was. Maybe. But he also knew you never meant to hurt him, not intentionally. So whatever it was that you did or tried to do, or said or tried to say, it was all to help Charles. To guide him, of sorts. If only he had realised it sooner.

You couldn't help but miss him after all. No matter how bad he made you feel half the time, no matter how toxic you two were to each other, you missed him. You missed him and his stupid laugh and his stupid smile and his stupid dimples and his stupid face. You missed the man he was when he was with you and you missed who you were when you were with him. Through the good and the bad.

Do you miss the rogue

Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

Will you forgive my soul

When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

When you broke up for the first time, you stayed away from his world. You left it all to him. Even though it meant you couldn't see your friends, the friends you had made through Charles. It broke you and you hated it but it felt like the only chance. If you wanted to get over him, you had to cut all ties to him and everything that reminded you of him. Because it was so easy for you to fall back into that toxic cycle of breaking up and getting back together. You had been there too many times already and the two of you grew tired of it. Each cycle lasting a shorter period than the last, even though each time you promised each other this time you would be better. This time you wouldn't hurt each other. But just like each year the first fall of snow comes around, the same way you and Charles fell back into your old habits, again and again.

And yet again, even though you had vowed to yourself that this time you were through, you somehow found yourself back together. Your breakup ending up to last only a few weeks. Long enough for the two of you two think you’d made it through the hardest part of moving on but not long enough for the two of you to not miss each other.

At some point after you had gotten back together it all just started to feel like the beginning of a bad joke. Bad habits, right, you'd chuckle to yourself when it happened, though you knew all too well it was a toxic cycle that didn’t do any good to either of you.

It wasn't hard for anyone to miss why you would always fall back into the same endless cycle. You and Charles together, had it worked out, were like one of those cheesy romance novels. Where no matter the hardship, the two main characters that were destined to be together, would find a way to work. Had your relationship worked out, you would have been the love story of your century.

'Cause we were like the mall before the internet

It was the one place to be

The mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams

Sorry for not winning you an arcade ring

Over and over

But life had other plans for you two as tragic as it was. And because of those plans, more often than not the two of you were somewhere around the globe far away from each other staring up at the sky in the hopes that answers would pour down.

Would it be better to just breakup? For good this time. Is it right to keep missing one another? Would it be for the better to just stay apart? No matter how hard it might feel.

Does he miss me like I miss him?

Does she still love me like I love her?

Lost again with no surprises

Disappointments close your eyes

And it gets colder and colder

When the sun goes down

Charles hated to admit it but he spent days upon days going over everything that happened during the years you were together. He thought about were it all went wrong. He tried to find the reasoning behind it, tried to justify his actions.

There were times when Charles felt completely and utterly lost without you. You had been there for him for so long and suddenly you were just gone. The world felt cold without you keeping him warm. Anger turned to fury, sadness to despair. Even happiness was filled with melancholy.

In those moments he was filled with the feeling of not being himself. Yet again he came to the realisation that his life was not complete without you. Just like so many times before.

You had those moments too. A painful sting in your chest as you cried yourself to sleep. Why would life be so cruel? Why would anyone ever have to go through something like this? Why couldn’t you have just stayed home that night? Would you have worked it out or was this something that would have been inevitable no matter what?

Were you waiting at our old spot

In the tree line, by the gold clock?

Did I leave you hanging every single day?

Charles’ mind always going back to the time when you two were supposed to go out for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The two of you had been busy with work and life and had somehow you just let each other just slip by. Always finding reasons why it was so hard to make time for each other, even for one night.

Not tonight, though.

You had planned the perfect evening at a restaurant near your home. The same restaurant you had gone to on your first date. Charles had made the reservations for the two of you and you both had cleared your calendars for the evening, promising each other that this time you’d finally make time.

But something had stopped Charles that night. Some invisible force had put a pin in his plans. And now, in his mind, Charles could see you standing there. He could picture you in a beautiful dress that complimented your skin color, giving you a sort of glow. He could see you lift your head up in even intervals to stare at the clock. He could imagine how you hoped each time as you saw the hands of time that it was wrong. That for some reason the time that was being displayed wouldn’t be correct. There was a twist in his chest when thought about you being disappointed by him yet again.

It brought him so much sorrow when he realised, years later, just how much disappointment he had put you through by not showing up. And for a moment he wished he could have gone back in time and change everything. If he could have, he would have treated you better through every step of the way.

-

Maybe it had been your way of getting petty revenge on Charles’ for all the times he had ditched you. But had it really been necessarily the best way to do it? The thought of you not going to his birthday party still haunted you as the conversation between you and Charles played in your head.

Were you standing in the hallway with a big cake?

Happy birthday

Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?

A universe away

“You promised me you’d be there.” Charles tried his best to sound tough, not wanting to show you how he really felt. But no matter hard he tried, you could hear the disappointment in his voice. Like a little child had been betrayed by their mother. Not really being able to comprehend why or how someone could such a thing.

What could you have said in that moment? ‘I’m sorry?’ Maybe. But in that moment the last thing you wanted to do was apologize. So you did what you had learned from Charles. You steered the conversation in a direction that would make him at fault.

After that it didn’t take long for you two to be in a screaming match. Both of you saying words you would know you’d later regret but not caring in that moment. Your night ending the same way they ended usually. With slamming of doors, one of you sleeping on the couch after you swore to each other that this was the last time. That morning come, one of you would be out the door for good.

And when I got into the accident

The sight that flashed before me was your face

But when I walked up to the podium

I think that I forgot to say your name

Neither of you could pinpoint the exact moment when it all fell apart. Sometimes it felt like it was a number of things combined, other times it felt like it was one specific moment.

Maybe it was the time Charles had ditched you at one of the many parties you attended during your time together. Maybe it was when you chose to ignore him when he really needed you after a bad day, when the only thing that would cheered him up would have been a hug from you.

To you, however, it was most boiled down to the 'podium incident' as you had began to call it.

Charles had won his home race in Monaco. And as he was up there on the podium celebrating, you were stood among the sea of people. Your eyes were fixated on Charles the whole time while he barely glanced at you. In that moment you felt like a plague — something that had to be avoided at all cost in order not to be swallowed by it.

There were so many people around you and it felt hard to hold it all together. To not break down.

That night as you went back home with Charles you were filled with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. You looked around your shared apartment and felt as if you were just a guest there. Like nothing belonged to you. Like you weren't even supposed to be there.

So you took off. The Monaco night feeling chill on your skin.

You didn't know where you were going or what you were going to do or if you were going to go back. You just knew you had to get out.

You drove and drove and drove until your eyelids felt too heavy to keep open. You figured that you'd close them for just a second. Just a teeny tiny moment and then you'd continue and find a real place to sleep in.

But something jolted you awake. There was a smell of smoke and everything was spinning. Flashes of Charles went around your mind. Flashes of memories playing on repeat as you tried to make out which one was which, all of them just being slammed together, not making any sense. You were confused, not sure where you were or what had happened. It was getting cold. So cold you were shivering relentlessly. And then it hit you.

-

Charles held your hand tightly as he wiped his tears away with his free hand. He felt guilty. Torn. Like it was just a really bad dream. He was certain that soon he'd wake up in a pool of his own sweat next to you. He didn’t want to believe that what was in front of him was real. Your broken and bruised body lay still on the hospital bed. But he knew better and the truth was like a slap across his face when your friends rushed into the room.

“Charles,” Carlos called out and tried his best to keep his composure. He didn’t want to cry but the sight of your lifeless body was too much for him to bear.

Lando was the next one to peak his head through the door way. An audible gasp left his lips when see what had happened. He couldn’t come in, not yet. So he turned on his heels and stayed behind.

Carlos sobbed out apologies to Charles as if it would bring you back. Lando fell down on the floor outside the room. Pierre and Daniel were silent and frozen. No one knew what to say or do.

“This is my fault.” The room fell silent at Charles’ words. Carlos was looking at his friend, trying to decipher how this could be his fault. He couldn’t find a reason. He couldn’t find words to make Charles feel better. He knew you and Charles had had a lot of troubles during your relationship but he still couldn’t connect the dots. Not until Charles poured his heart out and told him how you had gotten into a fight, yet again. How you had left in the middle of the night, yet again. How you hadn’t returned home this time. How you would never return home this time around.

Carlos began to understand Charles in a way then. He understood why he felt like it was his fault but he knew it was just the shock and sadness talking. He tried his best to console Charles but found the task almost impossible. Carlos figured the best thing he could do right was just stay there with him for as long as he wanted. To be there for him in case Charles needed him. The room fell quiet as no one said a word. Only occasional sniffles echoing around. It was a sad day for everyone involved, one that would take them all months to process completely.

But for Charles it was different. It was more intense and way harder than to anyone else. Your death had a left hole in him and he was certain nothing would ever be able to fill it completely. In his mind, Charles was certain there would always a spot in his heart that would be tainted by the loss of you. Because after all the rough times you went through, the constant fighting and living on edge, fearing what could be said or done without causing a scene, Charles knew that the love you shared was always real. And there was nothing that could ever take it away from him.

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Nubia: *having a blast with her brothers*

Crocodile: *considering dropping his plans and burning the entire world government to the ground*

Okay so, when this au was first starting to come into being but wasn't serious yet, I said that she was only with her brothers for a couple of days because Crocodile was hot on Garp's heels. But now that it's become what it has, I'm having to retroactively make it make sense lol

The new canon is that she was with them for around a month because I wanted to give them more time to bond. Garp snatched her up when Crocodile wasn't home. When he finally came back and found doors ripped off hinges and his daughter gone with no apparent struggle, he immediately assumes that Doflamingo did it. He winds up wasting a ton of time by going straight to Dressrosa without ever properly investigating, only to find out that, for the first time in his life, Doflamingo is innocent.

Another thing I had to fix was a really big plot hole with Ace. Why wouldn't he have gone after Crocodile as soon as he set off to be a pirate? Because Ace absolutely would have made a bee-line for Alabasta to get his baby sister back, and given the elemental advantage his devil fruit gives him, he would probably win. The new explanation for this is that Crocodile made sure no one saw him when he took back Nubia. She just abruptly vanished without a trace, leading to her brothers and the bandits ripping the island apart to try and find her. They don't get any answers until the next time they see Garp. He keeps it vague and says that Nubia's father wanted her back and leaves it at that. He refused to say who her father was because he didn't want his grandkids getting hurt trying to go after her. Nubia also never said who he was because she only ever referred to him as papa. And while Nubia is certain well known around Rainbase and Alubarna, her celebrity status doesn't really extend beyond that, so none of her brothers ever had anything to go off of when it came to looking for her

Another change that comes with this is Luffy not recognizing Crocodile when they're captured. However, Crocodile does still recognize Luffy because when he finally tracked down Nubia (with Doflamingo's help that he accepted under extreme duress), he realizes that that is actually his son that he left with Dragon. He decides against grabbing him too, but he does keep tabs on him over the years.

Like before, he still tries to spare Luffy and takes him back to his home to keep him out of his way, just now Luffy is going to be really surprised when Nubia comes into to room.

[count-alucard-tepes]

King x Fem Lunarian reader!

An unexpected encounter… Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

A week or so later, Kaido and Big Mom were defeated.

Y/N hadn’t heard anything from King and was growing worried with each day but she couldn’t act on her own…not just yet.

Big Mom’s whereabouts were unknown, whether she was dead or alive…no one knew but no one mourned at the same time. The Charlotte siblings didn’t show much emotion about it and all the decisions were being handled by Katakuri and Perospero.

Y/N would make her way to Katakuri, “…the silence is deafening on Whole cake Island…I’m not sure whether to be worried or not…”, she murmured as she folded her arms across her chest.

“…I’m not surprised, you of all knew the relationship we had with our mother…it was nothing normal…everyone is not getting their hopes up high”, he replied calmly.

She sighed softly in response, “…Will we go to Wano?”, she asked curiously.

“No, it will not be safe for us there now that the marines are somewhat involved…it’s best for us to just remain here for now”, he said looking thoughtful, “…as far as I know…King was defeated by a swordsman…”.

She looked up at him and clenched her jaw a little, “…I see”, she said quietly.

“…there wasn’t a body found so I cannot confirm his status yet…prepare yourself though, Y/N”, he said as delicately as he could.

There were so many thoughts running through her mind, her feelings were becoming overwhelming at that point but she still had to keep it together just until she was alone.

“…if there is anything I can do to help, let me know…”, she said softly before walking out.

She would fly off to somewhere secluded, just to be alone with her thoughts.

It was a short relationship, right? She shouldn’t be feeling so many emotions but then why was she going through it all right now!?

Maybe because of the moments they spent in Skypeia, that’s what was pulling on her heartstrings or perhaps…she was in love.

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During the night, Y/N’s DDM rang several times until she answered as she rubbed her eyes tiredly, “…hello?”.

“…Y/N, I need you to come to the infirmary immediately…when you get here I’ll explain”, Katakuri said gently, “…hurry up”.

She sat in bed and yawned lazily before pouting. It was 2 am, what had happened that required her to go to the infirmary of all places and Katakuri seemed fine so it was him being injured.

She sighed in annoyance and got dressed before making her way to the infirmary, she’d find Katakuri and Perospero both standing outside the surgery doors.

“…I’ll leave this situation with the both of you…”, Perospero said as he smirked at Y/N and headed out.

“…what’s going on?”, Y/N asked as she looked at Katakuri.

He pointed to the window so that she could take a look inside and when she did, her eyes widened.

It was King and he seemed to be having some surgery done.

“…how the fuck did he get here?”, she asked, clearly shocked by what she was seeing.

“…well that’s not the reaction I expected but anyway, the beast pirates that were not defeated managed to grab him while he was unconscious and took him on a ship while all hell broke loose at Onigashima…my siblings found their ship close to our borders and brought him as well as the others for treatment…”, Katakuri said calmly as he folded his arms across his chest.

She looked at King as he laid on the table as the doctors worked on him, once he was out of surgery, she went to his recovery room and sat close.

“…I’ll stay with him…thank you for letting him come on the island, let alone live to see another day”, she said gently at Katakuri.

“This is temporary only because of our relationship, little bird…once he is healed, he needs to leave….you understand this”, he said calmly, “…I’ll see you in the morning”.

She blushed at the familiar nickname that he gave her the first time they met when she was a child and he only called her this when he was being endearing towards her.

Y/N nodded and watched her commander leave.

She pulled a chair close to King’s bed and held his hand in hers. She nuzzled his face lovingly, “…you asshole, you owe him one for this…”, she whispered.

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The sun rose pretty early since it was the summer months and the hospital room was much warmer.

King’s eyes fluttered as he slowly began waking up and looked around the room, he didn’t recognize the place but soon he realized he was in a hospital. He could feel someone cuddling his arm and looked down to see Y/N completely passed out but clinging to him as if he would run away if she didn’t.

He smiled a little before he ran his free hand through his hair and closed his eyes as he tried to recall all that had happened that could have resulted to this very moment.

He sighed softly, “….Y/N, wake up”, he said softly as he reached down to stroke her hair slowly.

Y/N groaned softly as she woke up and looked up to see King staring back at her, she gasped and quickly went to hug him tightly, “You’re awake! Thank goodness!”, she said before kissing all over his face lovingly.

He smiled a little, “…easy tiger…I seem to have stitches”, he said softly as he nuzzled her neck slowly, his hand stroking her back slowly.

She was more gentle with him and blushed a little, “I’m sorry…I got a little too excited”, she said gently, giving him some kisses.

He kissed her back slowly, pulling her closer to him, “…I thought I wasn’t going to see you again…not in this life at least”, he whispered into the kiss.

“…I’m just glad you’re okay and here with me…”, she said softly.

“…where are we exactly?”, he asked out of curiosity.

“We’re in Whole cake Island…”, she said gently, “…one of the beast pirate ships had you on board…Big Mom and Kaido’s whereabouts and statuses are unknown at this time…”.

It took a moment for King to understand all that was going on but for now he had to recover and then he could go look for Kaido…at least he could be with his love for a while.

“Katakuri letting me be here must be a thorn to his side…”, he said with a little smirk.

Y/N huffed, “…don’t be like that, he’s being nice…I told you he’s a cool guy”.

“…yeah…he likes us, Lunarians…”, he said teasingly as he pulled her close again.

She smiled a little and gave him some kisses, “…hm…no, he just likes me and knows I love you…”, she said before realizing what she actually said and blushed brightly, “…I mean…”.

“…what was that? You love me? Did I hear that correctly?”, he asked with a smirk as he pulled her as a tight as he could with hurting himself.

Y/N pouted and buried her face into his chest, “…stop making it worse…”.

He chuckled in response and rubbed her back gently, “…I love you too, Y/N…should have said that before you left me”.

Everything that happened at Onigashima was such a blur, in hindsight, he was glad she was out of there before it all went down…she could have got hurt…her crew too.

Part of him wondered if Kaido was still alive and if the Beast pirates were still going to exist. It was all too much to worry about right now with how little he knew as well.

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Once he was discharged from the infirmary, Y/N took him to her home and would care of him while he recovered.

Katakuri would come to her home as he normally did from time to time but this time he wanted to talk with King since they haven’t had a chance. Y/N was in the kitchen preparing lunch.

“…you healed pretty fast…I should have known better since Y/N is pretty much the same”, he said gently as he leaned against the door frame before walking out to the porch.

King smiled a little as he stood up slowly and followed him to the porch, “Yes, that is primarily due to Y/N forcing me to rest all the time…something I am not used to but I do appreciate her care…”, he sighed softly before looking at Katakuri, “…I wanted to thank you for allowing me to stay here while recovering, Katakuri…I know we have had our differences in the past but I owe you one”.

Katakuri looked at him calmly, “…I am only doing this because of Y/N…she may have forgiven you for how you attacked her upon meeting her the first time…but I haven’t…you will leave this island once you’re able to fly again…”, he stated coldly.

King sighed softly but nodded in understanding, “…I understand completely…”.

“Good because if you try to hurt her in anyway again…there’s no way I’d let you survive….no one hurts my siblings…be they blood related or not”, he said as the tension began to grow between them.

King and Katakuri glared at each other, the threat was not for nothing but one was injured and the other did not wish to upset his second in command.

“…lunch is ready…shall we eat?”, Y/N said as she found them on the porch.

Both King and Katakuri looked at her, before nodding and following behind.

((Somewhat adapted from the original storyline with my own twist to make it a little angsty and my own, ah lovers reunited in a bittersweet way))

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Little Tea Cakes (Jean x Reader)

Synopsis: You and Jean were left to hold down the fort, but when night falls, and your friends aren’t back yet, you start to worry. Jean has the perfect plan to take your mind off of things and enjoy your cozy night in. 

Word Count: 2k

Tags/Warnings: Fluff

Notes: I’m ready to make this recipe

You stared out the window, practically curled up on the ledge as you waited. Jean had lit lanterns that flickered on the outside porch. If it weren’t for those, you wouldn’t have been able to see how the rain poured down in sheets outside in the blackness. 

You saw his reflection as he loitered behind you, unsure what to say. With the night as dark as it was, you could see in the glass how his mouth opened and closed again as he put his hands on his hips. He stared momentarily, watching as you kept your eye on the night.

“They’re fine,” he finally said. Jean slipped his fingers into the pockets of his slacks. He didn’t exactly sound sure of himself. “I’m sure they’ll be back any minute now.” 

“It’s coming down really hard out there,” you trailed off, rubbing the underside of your bottom lip with your finger. A large puddle had begun to form at the bottom of the wooden steps outside your cabin. You looked over your shoulder at Jean. “What if something happened to them, and they need our help?” 

Jean came to stand next to you, leaning the slightest bit back against the dining table. He stood with you, looking out the window at the storm. The wind howled outside, causing a few hung lanterns to sway and knock against the wood paneling. You watched the reflection again as Jean bowed his head acutely toward you. You noted the shrug of his shoulders.

“Captain Levi’s with them. They’re probably just caught up kickin’ ass.” Jean gave you a gentle nudge, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the window. 

A moment went by as the rain continued to pour. You found yourself lost in your worries, hardly registering as Jean pivoted to stand in front of you. A warm touch found your forearm. Your head shot up as you broke out of your daydreaming, and he gestured again with his head. 

“C’mon,” he said with a semblance of a sigh. You blinked a few times, caught off guard by your own spacing. Jean tugged at the fabric of your sleeve, gesturing again toward the kitchen. He repeated himself, and reluctantly, you let yourself be dragged over to the sink. You looked back over your shoulder.

“But—”

“They’re fine.” Jean washed his hands with the rigor of a surgeon, leaving the water running as he motioned for you to do the same. You followed as he proceeded to raid the cabinets. You waited, drying your hands on a towel hung on the island in the center of the kitchen.

Jean closed a cabinet somewhere to your left. You almost jumped as Jean placed a large mixing bowl in front of you. You stared into his honey-colored irises. 

“No use in worrying about something you can’t control.” He ducked down for a moment to pull something out of the island’s storage. Jean placed the container on the counter and shoved a cup between your fingers. “Two of those in the bowl,” he said, patting the container. 

You did as you were told, and by the time you were finished, several other supplies had appeared on the counter. He handed you a series of spoons, giving similar instructions for the next three ingredients before Jean wandered off to start the oven. The rain continued to pour outside.

“What are we making?” you finally asked, staring down at the bowl of mixed powders. Jean appeared to your right with a pile of sliced butter cubes and a tool that looked more like a claw than a kitchen utensil.

“Tea cakes,” he answered softly, dumping the butter into your mixture. He handed you the claw. “My mom used to make them on rainy days. I’m sure everyone will love them when they get back.” You stared at the appliance in your hand, missing the pink that tinged Jean’s cheeks. 

“What am I supposed to do with this?” 

“It’s to mix the butter in so that the mixture becomes crumbly.”

You gave him an uneasy look, gingerly placing the pastry cutter into the mixture and attempting to mix. Jean hummed apprehensively, his hand hovering over the bowl before firmly placing it over yours. 

“Like this,” he muttered, maneuvering himself behind you as he guided your hand. He held your opposite elbow as you kept the bowl steady, almost as if you’d shatter in his arms at any moment. Focused on your task, you hardly noticed the bright shade of red that slowly overtook the pink on Jean’s face. 

Once the mixture turned crumbly and the butter was well incorporated, Jean pulled away from you, his retreating body heat leaving a small chill in his wake. He exchanged your larger bowl of dry ingredients for a smaller one, placing two eggs in front of you with a cup of milk, honey, and a tiny dish of flavoring. During the time it took to measure the dry materials, it had apparently been enough time for him to portion out all the wet ingredients. 

One by one, you added them to the new bowl. Jean took the discarded eggshells for the compost and tiny dishes that held the preportioned ingredients to the sink. You went to place the pastry cutter back into the bowl of wet ingredients to demonstrate what Jean had just taught you, but Jean gently replaced the claw with a wooden spoon instead. 

You smiled at him sheepishly. Jean leaned on the counter, ankles crossed as he leaned on his elbows, watching as you beat the wet ingredients. Once incorporated, you were instructed to pour the liquid into the flour mixture. Jean watched you work as raindrops continued to hit the rooftop.

“See, you’re already getting the hang of it.” Jean nodded. You worked the spoon to incorporate the bit of flour left over on the side of the bowl. 

“Did you eat these a lot growing up?” You slide the finished batter toward him. Jean had already prepared a greased baking tin. 

“More than I’d like to admit.” He let out a light chuckle. The softness in his voice wasn’t lost on you as he spooned the batter into the tin. He scraped down the sides before handing you the bowl to put in the sink. “A lot of rainy days, I guess.”

You took to the dishes as he placed the tin in the oven. You stared out the window as the remaining batter stuck to the bowl washed down the drain. You were just starting to wonder what you did on rainy days as a kid when you felt a gentle nudge.

“I got it,” Jean said, gradually prodding you out of the way until you had no choice but to leave the bowl and sponge. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and once the sponge had been replenished with soap, he took to vigorous scrubbing. 

You studied him: the way his bangs waved with his efforts, the curve of his nose, and the squareness of his chin. He placed the first clean bowl onto the drying rack, eyes flickering up toward the window for a split second as a clap of thunder resounded throughout the sky. Jean pursed his lip, and as he met your gaze briefly, he quickly glanced away. You wondered if he was as secretly worried as you were. 

You tugged open the cabinet to your right. Luckily, the kettle didn’t sit too high up. 

Jean had just finished the dishes by the time you came to fill up the kettle. His brows twisted up in confusion as you pivoted the faucet. You offered him a shrug. Jean dried his hands on a nearby rag. 

“You said tea cakes. What’s a tea cake without tea?”

“Mama always served them with milk,” he trailed off, the movement of his hands slowing as he found himself lost in thought. The realization of what he said aloud must’ve hit him instantly. His eyes widened, only to be met with your mounting expression of amusement. “I, uh—! I mean—”

“Don’t worry, Jean-boy. I’ll grab some milk,” you said, putting the kettle on before making a beeline to the fridge. Jean continued to fidget with the towel in his hands. 

“You really remember that?” he asked sheepishly, a twinge of cringe causing his eye to twitch. You prepared two cups, placing a milk carafe between the two of you. The air in the kitchen had already begun to smell sweet. 

“Nothing wrong with having a mother who loves you.” You poured him a glass of milk. “How is she doing?” You stood across the island from him, watching the oven. 

“She’s alright.” Jean nodded, slowly picking up the cup. He brought it to his lips. “I think she gets anxious while I’m away. Lonely.” You played with your empty cup with a sigh.

“That must be tough… You should visit her when all of this is over. I’m sure that after all the chaos, we’ll get to take a bit of a break.” Jean let out an amused puff, staring off at the near-boiling kettle. 

“Think so?”

“I’m sure she’d be happy to see you. Know that you’ve been thinking about her.” Jean didn’t get a chance to respond, cut off by the high-pitched whistling of the tea kettle. You perked up in surprise. “Oh, that was quick.” You grabbed the hand towel that Jean had thrown on the counter.

“I should probably pull out the tea cakes.” 

By the time you reconvened at the kitchen island, Jean had already put down two trivets. The tea cake had puffed up into a golden, brown pastry that steamed deliciously in the dark pan. You fixed yourself a cup of tea, cooing over the hot dessert. 

“That looks so good!” you exclaimed, the smell alone making you impatient to try. The corners of Jean’s lips twitched upward into a boyish grin. He gestured to you with a bow of his head.

“Well, it was all you. You should be proud of your good work,” he said, leaning the side of his cheek in his palm as he studied the shiny top. “I’ll cut it into squares when it cools down a little.” The thunder that cracked outside sounded so far away.

“Thank you,” you said, playing with the warm rim of your cup. “For distracting me and for sharing this.” You met his eye just in time to see the visible gentleness overtake his expression. Jean’s shoulders relaxed as he nodded.

“Of course.”

A figure moved on the balcony, passing through your peripheral. Just as quickly as you saw it, the front door slammed open. A dripping-wet Captain Levi stormed through the door, removing his boots at the entryway before stalking to his quarters. He gave you a stout, meaningful look as he went, and wordlessly, you worked on preparing him a cup of tea. The rest of the squad followed, a chorus of compliments about the aroma from the kitchen jumbled together as the squad shuffled to the kitchen. 

“Oh wow!” Sasha cried, practically drooling at the sight of the warm, golden pastry. Jean shooed her away, waving the hand towel at her as he protected the dessert the two of you had worked so hard on.

“Hey! You’re dripping everywhere!” he chided with a scowl. Jean crossed his arms. “There’s enough for everyone once you’re dry.”

“You don’t gotta tell us twice. I’ve been wanting to change out of these wet clothes all day.” Connie tugged at Sasha’s leather straps in exhaustion. “C’mon, I’m ready to get warm.” You pulled out some more mugs. 

“I’ll make everyone some tea!” you smiled, relieved that all your friends made it back safe. You missed the sentimental expression on Jean’s face as he stared at you.

“I’ll cut the cake!”

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Notes: I am definitely Jean when it comes to baking, so it was kinda fun writing someone who doesn’t bake haha. It was hard writing this because all I did was want to make the recipe! Maybe one of these days I’ll work in the kitchen to perfect a nice honey tea cake recipe and I’ll post the link here lmao. It’ll be “Kirstein Tea Cakes”!

I feel like the tea cakes were supposed to be made in something like a cupcake tin. But I also thought that Jean’s mom might not have one of those. Or maybe being a mom it’s easier to just put the batter all in one dish, hence why Jean calls them tea cakes when it’s just one cake sliced into squares. 

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Chapter 18

After a rocky night, morning brings surprises....

Fingertips danced over the soft skin of Yara’s upper arm. She was still deep within the confines of sleep but Astaroth had awoken hours earlier. His mind kept turning over everything that had happened since his wife had first walked into his office with the information that she was to be his new intern.

Astaroth did not do relationships. He did not do emotional entanglement. Yet, here he was doing both with the woman in his arms with her head resting on his shoulder. Not only that, but he felt a protectiveness and possessiveness over her that he had never felt towards another. Never was he one to share someone he was with, but his reaction should they stray was simply to remove them from his life. Watching the men in the club lust after Yara had awakened feelings within Astaroth that were completely foreign.

How could one simple demoness have so affected him? He did not believe that she was deceiving him, but he wondered if Lucifer had done something. Was there an ulterior motive? Maybe who Yara’s mother was would shed light on what was going on. It was not like suddenly Death would change after being the same since the dawn of time. Yet, perplexingly, he had.

*****

Hours later, Yara awoke, stiĺl finding it hard to believe that Astaroth hadn’t rejected her or left her during the night. His acceptance and the vow he had made the night before were unlike anything she had expected or experienced before. There was a part of her that kept being afraid that this was one of her father’s illusions and it would disappear before her eyes.

As the couple were relaxing together and enjoying the morning breeze in the tropical island mansion that would be their new home, others were finding that their access to the two of them was no longer as free as it once had been. This did not go over well.

Lucifer was enraged. He’d already tried to send messengers to the island, but they couldn’t make it through the numerous wards erected by Astaroth. By creating his own island, Astaroth had created a pocket dimension connected to Earth, it technically didn’t exist ON Earth, and he was the creator and ruler of it. So, in order to enter it, you had to have Astaroth’s permission and only one being in all of creation did: Yara.

It did not take long for Lucifer’s displeasure to reach Astaroth’s office in Hell. His employees were used to dealing with the demon king and knew that there was nothing he could do to them. They answered him with dismissive tones and threw him out of the office, something that enraged him more. He had forgotten that the only reason he'd been able to entrap Astaroth in this whole scheme was repayment of a debt owed.

That Lucifer was apparently having a royal temper tantrum in Hell amused Yara no end. Astaroth had shown her the text messages and videos he’d been sent from friends of theirs in Hell. They really could not have asked for a better wedding present than him losing his mind over not being in control of the situation in the slightest. When he found out where Astaroth was taking her next on the “A&Y World Tour Honeymoon”, there was no doubt that Lucifer was likely to become even more apoplectic. Not that there was anything he could do to separate them after where they were about to go. Lucifer was a demon with no more power than a lesser god, and they were about to visit one of the major ones to have their marriage blessed. No matter what was in that cursed contract of his, after this day, it wouldn’t be worth the time that it had taken Lucifer to come up with it.

*****

“Are you ready for today’s adventure, Papilio?” Astaroth looked over to where she was finishing getting ready. She seemed calmer than she had been before and he hoped that their conversation the night before had set her mind and some of her worries to rest. Later, when things were calm and settled, there would have to be more conversations.

“I might be able to answer that if you told me where we were going!” Yara was laughing as she looked over at her husband and stuck at her tongue. He absolutely refused to tell her where they were going and it was driving her absolutely insane with curiosity. He promised her that she would enjoy it far more than their venture the previous night. At first she hadn’t been sure if he had been joking or if he had been serious.

“We, my beautiful wife, are going to find out who your mother is.” He sauntered over and leaned against the door frame as she froze and looked back at him through the mirror. It was clear that she was in shock, and not quite sure if she could believe him. “Who it is that is going to tell us, that my darling, is a surprise. One you’re not going to find out if you do not get that lovely posterior of yours into gear and finish getting ready.” He winked at her with a sly smile forming.

“You’re serious?” She looked at him skeptically through the mirror, still so surprised by all that Astaroth was doing and had done. The events of the previous night were still confusing to her, but that he had already arranged for them to take the first step in finding out who her mother was completely shocked her. There was nothing about her husband that made sense to her.

Astaroth chuckled and walked up behind her, placing his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. “I have no reason to tease you with something like that. Of course, I am serious. Plus we are going to have our marriage blessed by a full godhead and ruler of a pantheon. So, you finish getting ready and I’m going to scry my friend.” Kissing the side of her neck, he gave her a wicked smile in the mirror and then turned to leave the room, leaving her speechless.

Less than twenty minutes later, she was ready. Astaroth was grinning, his plans coming together beautifully. If he could have Odin sanctify their marriage, then there was nothing Lucifer could do to break them apart, Yara could relax. Odin also had Mimir’s head, the strange oracle, and that was who he hoped would be able to tell him where they could find Yara’s mother. If not who she was, then at least someone who could help them find her. If this didn’t work, he was going to have to go to Delphi, and he hated having to fuck around with the Greeks.

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I have a request. What about Gundham or Kazuichi (whoever you'd rather write for) during a killing game with a female s/o who's the ultimate ghost hunter and a total thrill seeker who is seemingly unafraid of anything. Perhaps their s/o gets targeted at some point but survives, but becomes much more nervous afterwards and takes days or longer to get over what happened to them, showing they aren't as brave or unafraid as they seem.

Kazuichi Souda x Fem! Thrill Seeker! Ultimate Ghost Hunter! Reader Who Gets Targeted!:

Hi, Anon!! Thank you for requesting. I only did Kaz as I was struggling to write Gundham in a way I felt was accurate, so I'm really sorry.

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♡ “You’re nuts!” you remember him saying, half-laughing and half-spluttering, as you told him you were going out on a mini adventure.

♡ You laughed along with him then, all too confident, afraid of nothing.

♡ How unaware you were.

♡ You replayed the conversation in your head as you wandered the island, an unfamiliar feeling of dread lurking in your stomach.

♡ You had to agree with Kazuichi now; you were crazy.

♡ And, it was this level of crazy that had gotten you into the trouble you were in.

♡ Now, it was no secret that late nights were your favourite time to engage in wanderings.

♡ Whether it be to attempt to find ghosts, or just to ease your mind, you found comfort in the night.

♡ But tonight was not a good night to be out, and yet there you were.

♡ You knew someone had been following you for a while, and you were really trying to lose them.

♡ At first, you wondered if it were some sort of spirit; your mind helplessly hoping for anything else than what it actually was.

♡ However, the rustling and faint, brief, footsteps behind you were more than enough proof that someone was following you.

♡ So, you tried to quicken your pace, only to hear the footsteps increase too.

♡ You stopped, turned around, only to see no one.

♡ And then you saw the silhouette, watching as it prepared to pounce.

♡ You shrieked out a few swear words, defying them, before making a run for it.

♡ You careened around the corner, almost tripping as you made your way to the cottages.

♡ Kazuichi had been waiting at your cottage for you, not wanting to go out, but refusing to sleep until you came home.

♡ He was fully prepared to greet you as he usually did, but when he saw the terror on your face his smile dropped.

♡ “Are you okay?” he asked, voice pitchy with concern as he observed you.

♡ You had to take a moment, breathing wobbly, before nodding.

♡ “Yeah,” you rasped out, “Yeah, it was a scare.”

♡ “Don’t lie to me,” he firmly said, slowly standing up, “What happened?”

♡ You shook your head, but not at him.

♡ “I think someone was going to kill me, Kaz.”

♡ His words fumbled at this as he blinked wildly, “Wh…What?!”

♡ This response seemed to make you talk again, almost backtracking.

♡ “Well, I don’t…I don’t know for sure,” you answered, trying to calm yourself, “I wasn’t attacked or anything, but they were following me.”

♡ “Well, did’ya see who it was?” he demanded, a surge of panic rising inside him.

♡ They could have very well attacked you, and he wouldn’t have known until morning.

♡ You shook your head, “No, they were hiding really well, so it was all just a shadow.”

♡ It went silent for a moment, and that’s when your heartbeat spiked for a moment.

♡ “Oh my gosh…” you whispered, feeling the weird pain that came with it.

♡ And, the next thing you knew, your hands were in Kazuichi’s - and they were firm.

♡ “Hey,” he began, voice gentle, beginning to slowly move, “Let’s step away from the door, yeah? Shall we shut the blinds too?”

♡ He carefully moved you towards the bed, prompting you to sit down, before wandering back towards the door to lock it and close the blinds.

♡ Then, he came and sat beside you, awkwardly stretching his arms out; offering a hug.

♡ You leaned into him, allowing him to hold you close.

♡ “You’re safe in here, okay?” he murmured, rubbing gentle circles against your back, “Nothing’s gonna happen now.”

♡ You didn’t think it would take this long to get over it.

♡ It had been a few days that encounter, and it was obvious to everyone that your confidence had been knocked as a result.

♡ You had suddenly lost a large amount of trust in a majority of those around, except for Kazuichi.

♡ Just knowing someone had tried to do something, but never discovering who, was enough to set your nerves in motion.

♡ You didn’t like being anywhere alone now, especially not in the quiet, or at night.

♡ You had begun to worry you were going to annoy Kazuichi, but he didn’t mind.

♡ He was furious with whoever had caused this change in you though.

♡ Your cool confidence and fearlessness was something he greatly admired, and now someone had taken that from you.

♡ He himself was not one for ghosts, so he never really joined you on your ghost hunting escapades, but he found your attitude towards it both confusing and mesmerising.

♡ You were so cool, and while you always would be to him, someone had taken part of your energy, and that infuriated him.

♡ You had clung to him for a while, hesitant to see anybody else, even going so far as to withdraw and stay inside the cottage for a while.

♡ You could hardly stand to speak to anyone, only saying a few words and clinging to Kazuichi’s side, not wanting to branch out.

♡ It was so bizarre…

♡ You were so different, but it was understandable as to why.

♡ As the days passed, it slowly got better, but you were still so clearly shaken.

♡ It was so devastating to Kazuichi to realise your composure had died.

♡ There was rage inside him, alongside fear.

♡ As angry as he was, Kazuichi couldn’t help but be scared.

♡ The identity of this stalker had gone unknown, and that was scarier than anything.

♡ What if they tried again?

♡ Even worse, what if they were successful?

♡ You two became a protection unit in all honesty.

♡ It started with you clinging to Kazuichi for security, but then picking up on his own anxiety.

♡ So, you started doing the same for him.

♡ If there was something that needed to be done, you’d go together.

♡ You hated being alone, you really did.

♡ Once it got dark out, that was it. Door locked, blinds drawn, hidden inside either the blankets or Kazuichi’s arms.

♡ You knew how deaths could be, especially in this game, and you wanted no part in it.

♡ You didn’t want it for Kazuichi either.

♡ For you, everyone aside from him was an enemy, someone to watch out for.

♡ It was definitely going to take you a while to trust people again, let alone communicate with them.

♡ For now, Kazuichi was the only one you could trust.

♡ And you prayed he would stay alive.