#//but I refuse to give up hope because that’s what helped me climb out of my last endless pit | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

igotanidea · 2 months

Text

Dirty work: Jason Todd x reader

A/N: I am a firm believer that even in his post-patrol haze and surge of energy all Jason Todd needs from his beloved princess are hugs, not fucks and i will die on this hill.

***

The adrenaline was still fuzzing in his system, even after hours and hours of his night job in Gotham. It was stressful and hitting on all his sensitive spots hidden so deep under the surface. Muscles moving in the trained motion he practised milion times before, each instinct spurred on by imagination running wild.

Hurt, scared, innocent kids, left to tend to themselves on the streets.

Ordinary citizens exposed to the aftermath of whatever drama and destruction the mobs and gangs decided to wage that night.

Terror on the street on women who were working the night shift, trying to make a living, make ends meet.

And the same shit going on over and over again every fucking night, because fucking someone had a fucking moral code. Because fucking someone refused to put an end to something terrible, too afraid to stain his fucking soul.

Red Hood didn't have a soul to save anymore.

Not after everything that happened in his life.

Dirty wokrk, but someone had to do it.

One life taken, dozens of other's saved. Felt like constantly being at war and the heat of the fight made it so much easier to forget about the sacrifices made along the way.

Red Hood was strong, tough and ready to take on the hardest responsiblity of cleaning Gotham of scumbags and crimnals.

But after?

Once the first rays of a morning sun loomed on the horizon, Jason knew it was time to go home. Take off the mask. Became an ordinary man once more.

Hoping, wishing and praying she wouldn't kick him out again this time. That she would take him, despite the blood on his hands, the injuries on his body and deep scars on his soul.

Not a Red Hood anymore.

Jason Todd. Human. Man. Boyfiend.

The energy was still high when he climbed to the apartment and stood on the wooden floor, carefullly avoiding that one screetching floarboard, almost stepping on his toes to not wake her.

"Jason."

Years of vigilantism and dealing with shit.

Hightened instincts and senses.

And yet, Y'N's voice in the morning, in the empty, quiet apartment made him jump from surprise, causing her to giggle, causing the surprise to give way to a wave of warm feelings.

"Morning, sunshine."

"Depends. Did you bring me breakfast?" she teased

"Since when do you eat breakfast?"

"It doesn't matter if I do!" she got out of the bed, yawning widely, rubbing her eyes and stepping closer to him, taking his helmet off, mindful of the explosived installed there (biting her tongue to not say something about using a protection that was simultaniously life threatening) "You are supposed to preach me about not eating healthy and feeding me with the best groceries. Croissaints, fancy salads, low fat cheese. All that stuff!"

"Are you for real?" he frowned in confusion upon her words. What was going on here?

"Nah, I'm joking cause I can tell that under all this pose you're tired. Though maybe a bit of laugh would do you good. Even if it;s at my expense" she smiled cupping his cheek and meeting his eyes "What do you need? hugs, kisses, cuddles? Or somehing more intense?" that was an obvious hint she was willing to help if he needed some action to blow off some steam.

"Can you just be with me? I just need your presence next to me. Knowing this is all real and I won't wake up alone again." hearing those words coming from Jason was the biggest leap of faith. He was not the one to admit to feeling tired or that something was weighting on his conscience once out of the mask. Never in the million years. But with her - it was simpler, easier, knowing she would just listen and observe rather than fill the silence with silly questions and talking and preaching and lamenting about his behaviour.

"I'm here. I promise, it's all real. You're not alone." She nodded calmly.

Jason produced the tiniest smile and let her guide him to the warm bed with the soft sheets smelling like her, with her arms wrapped around him like a soft cocoon.

And it was just fine.

No need to talk or to explain or to fight anymore.

Getting rid of this feeling that nothing made sense, his efforts were futile and no one would ever understand him.

Finally, a little bit of peace and maybe - just maybe - the tiniest amount of happiness brought by the steady beating of her heart in his ear and the gentle movement of her fingers in his hair.

True meaning of intimacy between two people.

Bonding for life.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff

396 notes · View notes

seokjinsonlyone · 9 months

Text

this is how i think bts would be if you were in an on again off again relationship

a/n: i'd like to interrupt my regularly scheduled drought to drop off this headcanon that nobody asked for <333 lemme know what you thoughttttttt

namjoon:

"why do you let me treat you like this?" you asked, pushing at his chest forcing him to lay straight down.

“you don’t wanna be on top?” he asked brows furrowed, undoubtedly confused seeing as you were the one that climbed on top of him. he tried to sit up, but you kept your hands flat on his chest not allowing him to move.

“no. why do you let me treat you like this?” and you weren’t referring to the position at all. you were talking about the way he always let you back into his bed, back into his heart.

every time it didn’t work out with someone else, you’d call him and he’d answer every time. he would kiss you all over until it didn’t hurt any more and help you put the pieces of your heart back together. kept it safe for you until you were ready to give it out to someone else. and every time you walked away he let you.

here, now, sitting in his lap, in the exact position you’d been in countless times, a wave of deja vu so strong you couldn’t even pretend to ignore it any more passed over you. all lust abruptly replaced by confusion and the only thing running through your mind was why?

he gently removed your hands from his chest and sat up. a subtle reminder that he had more power than you realized. he kept you close to him his hand on your lower back, keeping your chest pressed against his, leaving you nowhere to look but right at him. "because i love you. and i want you. in any way you'll let me have you."

you shook your head fiercely. "you're too good, joon. you don't deserve any of this."

"then do better. be better. for me."

you opened and closed your mouth multiple times, left speechless at his suggestion. "i- i don't deserve any of this. i don't deserve... you," you concluded, eyes cast downward.

he tipped your chin back up. "you deserve everything. and more."

seokjin:

"i'm sorry. i didn't want to call you but..."

"it's fine, hobi, really."

"are you sure?"

you nodded giving him as kind of a smile as you could muster. "i can take it from here."

he pulled you into a hug anyway. you were grateful for it. it gave you a little bit of strength and lord knows you were gonna need it to deal with the drunken mess before you. "alright seokjin. come on. get up now. i'm here."

you couldn't keep in the giggle that slipped out as he popped up, the complete opposite of the dead weight he'd allowed himself to become, refusing to get off the floor unless you were the one picking him up.

"i missed you," he slurred, latching onto you, head obviously swimming, thoughts lost to the whiskey he downed with his friend.

"i missed you too," you admitted. it wasn't like he was going to remember in the morning. "we gotta go now. hobi wants to go to bed."

he perked up once again at the mention of hobi's name. "ohhh yeah j-hope. thank you bro!"

you heard him giggle from down the hallway and call out a "take care!" as you stumbled out of his home.

you huffed as you made your way down the street. seokjin wasn't that heavy but he was nearly six feet and really leaning into you. it was a good thing they lived in the same neighborhood. you hummed along to whatever he was babbling about, not really paying much attention until he suggested the one thing you knew you couldn't do. "stay with me."

"i will. just until you get to sleep," you replied, taking his keys from him and letting you both inside, opting to play dumb.

even in his inebriated state he wasn't having it. he gripped your hips. "not just tonight. forever."

you sighed. "seokjin... we want different things. you know it won't work. we tried and it didn't work."

"i'm different than i was before. i don't care about all those other things. i want you. as long as i can have you, i have everything."

you shook your head. you weren't having this conversation when he was drunk. "come on. let's get you to bed."

he relented, letting you move him around as you pleased, undressing and redressing and just before he finally succumbed to slumber he grabbed your hand one last time. "stay."

yoongi:

"are you going to stare at me passive aggressively all day or are you going to say something?"

you didn't appreciate his attitude at all, so you had no problem pointing out what'd been bothering you all morning. "there's a mark on your neck."

he furrowed his brows in confusion, raising his hand up to feel around before walking to the mirror in the hall to see what you were talking about. "hmmm... that's weird."

"yeah i think so too," you spat. "imagine my surprise when i wake up and see that on you after you were out all night with namjoon doing god knows what."

"crossfit."

"what?"

"we were doing crossfit."

"i don't know who that is or why y'all chose that codename, but it's stupid as hell."

"it's not a codename. it's a type of workout."

"that leaves hickeys?"

"it's not a hickey. it's a bruise."

"on your neck?"

you could tell he was getting angry by the flush that was creeping onto his face and the way his nostrils were flaring, so it's not a surprise when he says "you can go if you want. no one's stopping you."

but you were ready for a fight. you'd been stewing ever since you woke up and found him in the kitchen, sipping on coffee with that mark on his neck. had been waiting around for an explanation and the one he was giving now was way too lame. "oh. so you want me to leave now?"

"no. i want you to trust me." he sat down next to you. "i just got you back. why would i go out and do something stupid like that? why would i go looking for anything else, when everything i've ever wanted is waiting for me at home?"

and suddenly all the anger in your body dispersed, transforming itself into shame, relief, love. you crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he hugged you back for a moment then pulled away, swiping at the tears welling up in your eyes before they got the chance to fall. "don't cry, okay? just trust me."

you nodded. lord knows you'd follow him anywhere, but if he cheated on you, that's a trip you wouldn't make it back from. "i will. just don't go where i can't follow."

hoseok:

you jumped at the sound of his voice, accidentally dropping the shirt you'd just picked up.

"if you leave this time, don't bother coming back."

“i- i- i wasn’t.” you were.

it was dark in the room, so you couldn’t make out the expression on his face but the way he rolled over, back turned toward you spoke volumes. if you were leaving he didn’t want to watch you go.

you scurried to the bed, tucking yourself against his back. “hobi. i wasn’t.” you don’t know how you were supposed to convince him when you couldn’t convince yourself. “i was just cold.”

he grunted. you wrapped your arm around his middle, rubbing at his abdomen. “do you believe me?” you peeped.

“no.”

your heart cracked. “do you want me to go?” you wouldn’t blame him if he did. wouldn’t blame him for saving himself from you.

a beat of silence passed. he intertwined his fingers with yours. “no, but i want you to want to stay.”

you didn’t know what to say so instead you just hugged him closer and hoped that for now that could be enough.

jimin:

jimin was good with people. better with you. that's why you came back here again after three months. that's why you always came back.

jimin was too good with people. they loved him. he loved them back. he loved you more. at least that's what he always said.

it was hard to remember when he was touching and kissing on you in a way that varied from the practiced ease you were used to before you broke up. it wasn't bad but it had your mind racing trying to figure out who he was touching, loving, while you were trying to get over him.

took away any ability to focus on the feeling of his lips on yours, trailing down your neck, sucking and soothing the marks he was leaving on your collar bones. your lack of response had him reversing his path, kissing back up your neck, on your cheek, the corner of your mouth, until he was able to look you in the eye. "everything okay?"

you stared at him dazedly. he nudged your nose with his trying to regain your attention. "were you with anyone else while we weren't together?"

he opened and closed his mouth a few times like a fish out of water. "i- i- yeah." he deflated at his admission.

you recoiled slightly. it hadn't been that long since you two decided that you wanted to work things out again. your heart was still tattered and torn. you felt a piece of it slip out of the confines of your chest.

"i didn't cheat on you," he defended.

"i know." and you did know. but it didn't stop you from feeling a hint of betrayal. while you were somewhere curled up unable to even think of anyone else, he was already on to the next thing. someone better than you probably. someone he wouldn't have to keep doing this back and forth thing with. a single tear slipped down your face.

he cupped your cheeks in both his hands. "it was one night, and it didn't mean anything. we had already been broken up for like two months when it happened. we've never been broken up for that long. i thought we were done for real this time," he explained softly.

"i know. i'm not mad. i'm just..." you needed to get out of there. you needed some space. you started gathered your belongings.

he grabbed your wrist before you could get too far. "babe... don't go," he whined.

"i have to. i need to think."

"think with me."

"i need to do this alone. i'll call you later."

you slinked out the door, head and heart a complete and utter mess, and spent the rest of the night wondering was it all worth it? is he worth it?

you came back in the morning. you always came back.

taehyung:

he frowned looking at his screen, you blocked him on instagram and like everything else. his messages weren’t even being delivered and every call was going straight to voicemail. straight away he could sense that this was different.

you two fought a lot and he could take some of the blame for that. he liked to pick fights with you probably more than necessary. he couldn't help it though. it was the only time he was sure he was on your mind. and he'd take the knowledge that you were seething over him over thinking you weren't thinking of him at all any day.

the fight that transpired a couple days ago, however, was not like that. it was major. it wasn't solved after a couple hours. the last thing you said to him was that maybe you two shouldn't be together and he agreed, and now he was here 2 days later, staring at his phone, with no feasible way to contact you.

he wasn't going to let that be the end of you. not over things he said in the heat of the moment, things he didn't mean, he'd never mean. he was in his car before he realized what he was doing. at your doorstep knocking before he thought of words to say.

you opened the door slowly, not entirely surprised at his presence but off put all the same. "yes?"

he just stared at you for a moment. you were so pretty sometimes he forgot how to speak around you. definitely lost his mind at times because he simply couldn't be without you, but he'd fix that. he'd be better as long as you took him back. "you blocked me," he stated dumbly.

"yeah."

"why?"

"bc we're not together anymore." you don't know what he wanted. why he showed up on your door stating the obvious.

he huffed, running his hands through his hair. "i didn't mean that. when i said we shouldn't, i- i didn't mean that."

"i did. taehyung our relationship is unproductive. we're not getting anywhere except on each other's nerves. let's just stop before we hate each other for real."

he stared at you in shock. he knew he could be petty at times. he knew when you two were fighting he said some things he probably shouldn't have, but how could you ever believe that he felt anything but love for you? he was so wrapped around your finger, so irrevocably yours that he couldn't fathom being without you. how could you not see that? his only problem was that he felt you weren't as invested as him and maybe he could've done a better job of communicating that and he would after he was sure that his last time holding you in his arms wasn't his last time.

he dropped down on his knees. "one chance."

"tae," you sighed.

"please," he begged, eyes getting teary, "give me one more chance."

jungkook:

you sighed leaning back from jungkook's embrace. his hands were lower than they should've been, grazing at the very top of your thigh right below your butt. you let him. you always did.

you stared at each other for a few more seconds. he was so handsome. he always was. kind eyes, sweet smile, hair all soft and fluffy. you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through it. you stopped yourself when you saw the way his eyes dropped down to your lips. time to pop the bubble you found yourself trapped in.

"thanks for the ride, jk. i had a really good night."

he whined out your name, hand going from lightly grazing your thigh to flatly palming it, attempting to keep you in place. "you really not gonna invite me in?"

you couldn't help yourself. you draped your arms around his shoulders, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, dopey smile set on your face. "what would i do that for?"

he wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you tight, and nosed at your neck. "because i wanna make your good night a great night."

"mmm... i want that too," you agreed. and because you were a weak weak woman you couldn't help but peck his lips. he perked up at the feeling of your lips on his, but deflated once you continued talking. "but you know what i want even more?"

he averted his eyes, tongue poking at his cheek. he knew the answer to the question.

"i want you to be mine!" you chirped. he knew that. it was the only reason you'd even agreed to go out with him again. you'd given your heart to him so many times and just sat back and watched as he tossed it around carefully, strung you along for months with no promises of more. you were done with that though. you needed more. you told him that. he promised he'd consider it. it was the only reason he was standing too close to you right now. and until he could commit to you a peck on the front porch of your house was all he was gonna get.

643 notes · View notes

ioniansunsets · 6 months

Note

with all this new HEARTSTEEL stuff; i urgently NEED a scenario where f!reader is in the studio helping Kayn write a song or even Kayn doing a verse for reader!

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Writing Songs With/For You ✖

✖ Word Count: 564

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I decided to make it a scenario of Kayn writing a solo song in his room with you instead of one with Heartsteel in the studio, I think it feels a little more personal? Cuter? I hope I didn't make him too OOC >< I kept in mind that he was Heartsteel's rapper and instrumentalist. EDIT: There is now a Part 2, Here EDIT2: The confession in reference is here.

----

" Mmm...what rhymes with Love? Ugh, how does Aphelios do this!"

You couldn't help but laugh at your lover. He sits by his computer, face scrunched up in frustration. His hands tapping a steady rhythm on the desk, a tune playing in his head but no words to go with it. He spends a good few minutes whining and groaning as he types, deletes, pauses and does it all over again. Suddenly, he stops, turning to look at you.

" Babe come here I need you."

He turns to the you sitting on his bed. An arm out, inviting you close. As you walk over, he quickly pulls you in, dragging you onto his lap. His head leaning on your shoulder. Affectionately nuzzling his face into your neck, seemingly trying to shake away his writer's block. His hands leaving the keyboard to wrap around your waist. Slowly he relaxes. A soft tune? He's humming a song against your skin as his fingers play an imaginary instrument on your waist. As his feet tap out a beat he finally lets go of you. Words now coming to him in a perfect rhyme as he whispers his new song. A smile now on his face.

" Mmm~ I love you my muse, you're just so good for me you know that? The way holding you clears my head."

He laughs loudly, giving you a charming smile as he starts furiously typing on the computer. You giggle at his cute outburst, turning to look at the screen, slowly reading and digesting the words he typed. The scenario suspiciously reminiscent of your conversation with him when he first confessed to you. Wait, was this a love song about you? The feelings and emotions captured almost perfectly. Is that him writing about not being able to sleep the night before because he was so excited just to be in love with you? It almost feels like a sin reading the things he typed. It felt so deeply personal to him.

" Kayn? Is this about us?"

As you tease him, his face confirms it. His shit eating grin of pride from writing a good verse now turning into an awkward shocked look as a blush rises up his face. He has been caught in the act it seems. Forgetting that by having you on his lap means you have a very clear view of his screen.

" Ah! Get off me this is why I work alone!"

He tries to shake you off his legs, arms wrapping around you as he tries to lift you up. You let out a chuckle as you hold him tightly, refusing to let go. Reassuring him that you love it. He grumbles, your reassurance turning his embarrassment into a cheeky smile. Laughing, he effortlessly picks you up in a princess carry. Dropping you on the bed a few steps behind him. He climbs on top of you, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before lightly caressing your cheek and getting off.

" Now give me some space, a musical rockstar genius is at work! I'll show it to you when I think its good enough. Go go!"

He shoos you away, asking for privacy as he laughs and continues typing away. You can't help but smile as you see how happy he is now compared to his frustration from earlier. How lucky you were to have him.

#Heartsteel!Kayn #Kayn x Reader #Shieda Kayn #THANK YOU ANON I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM #i read this in the morning before school and had been thinking of this scenario the whole day #im shy reading this and i wrote it LMAO #THE NEW HEARTSTEEL ART REALLY MADE MY SCREAM #Anon Answer #KaynLeague #Kayn League #League of Legends Imagines #Heartsteel AU!#Kayn LoL #League of Legends Scenarios #SCENARIOS

303 notes · View notes

spinningwebsandtales · 10 months

Text

Imagine Tracing Law’s Tattoos

Trafalgar D. Water Law X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Law isn’t taking care of himself, suggestive themes, steam, reader takes charge

Word Count: 1.5k

(A/N:) I’m reading the manga faster than I can watch One Piece and after seeing Law’s backstory and how much tragedy he went through I want to make him so happy. I love how One Piece can balance out it’s tragedy and comedy and with so many good characters I can’t wait to see what happens next for the beloved pirates of this series! So please enjoy this indulgence that I had to write. For some reason driving is good for the creative juices as I’ve been getting some good ideas to write while working! Hope the Law fangirls enjoy this piece! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess 💀

Law had been up for several days and it was beginning to show as the shadows under his eyes continued to darken. While you tried to get him to lay down and sleep, as soon as he knew that you had gone into deep sleep after you both laid down, he would get up and go back to his desk. The stack of books never dwindled and he was always careful not to wake you up. He barely ate and rarely took breaks. If he wanted to find something out or fix it, he would relentlessly pursue the knowledge until he collapsed or the mystery was solved. Whichever came first. He would brush away your concerns, giving you some sad excuse that he was fine. But tonight you were not having it any longer. You refused to let your husband grind himself into the ground any further.

The gentle waves lapped at the side of the boat as the stars twinkled overhead. Chill was setting in and the crew had taken to their quarters. You sighed deeply, your breath fogging in the air until you too went inside your and Law’s quarters. Naturally he was at his desk, reading away and scratching away in a notebook. You spoke his name but he didn’t even acknowledge that you had spoken to him. Your frustration levels climbing more at his lack of focus on his health. Without a word you went over and forcefully shut his notebook, leaving his hand sandwiched between the pages.

“Can I help you,” he sighed, finally giving you the attention you’ve been trying to receive.

“Yes you can,” you bit back. “You can help me, help you, and go to sleep. Right now.”

“I’m not tired,” Law replied starting to reopen his notebook. You slammed a hand on top leaning on it a little where it would keep his hand pinned.

“Law if the bags under your eyes get any darker they’ll have their own gravity field and start sucking us all in!”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Law was becoming angry. His lack of sleep was making his patience even shorter but that was something you were willing to deal with as long as he got the rest he needed.

“No you are,” you retorted. “You’ll be the one they call black hole face because you refuse to sleep.”

“Are we sure I am the sleep deprived one in this relationship?”

“Okay I may be a little tired too but it’s only because I’ve been so worried about you I can’t sleep well. So will you please come to bed with me,” if arguing didn’t work maybe pleading would.

He kissed your cheek giving you a tired smile, “I will when I’m finished here.”

Okay being gentle and sweet wasn’t getting you nowhere. Law could be the most stubborn man but you knew you could be just as stubborn. You also didn’t mind to play dirty either as he had finally left you no choice. You refused to move still keeping his hand pinned between the notebook. This time you slammed the book close that he was reading. That had his temper flaring and he opened his mouth to say something but you quickly went to the second step of your plan. You removed his hand from the notebook and placed it on your cheek. The warmth of his palm bleeding into your skin. Law watched curiously as you grabbed his other hand, trailing your fingers across every digit, tracing the callouses and scars. He shivered as you nibbled at his fingertips before interlacing your fingers with his. Law’s hands were so large but gentle when it came to you. His charm could make you giggle like a school girl but it was your turn to make him blush this time and to get some sleep.

Leading him away from the desk, Law followed you a little speechless at your forwardness. You shoved him backwards letting him fall on the bed before you jumped in beside him. This time Law didn’t try to get up as you took the hat from his head, his messy black hair sticking in all directions. You kissed his temple while playing with the facial hair on his chin. He groaned in bliss as your plush lips made him forget everything while your long hair tickled his cheek. Normally he was the one to make the first move as your normally shy behavior took over. He liked this new side of you that you had kept hidden from even him. You sat back up taking his hand again with your slender feminine one, your fingers slowly and tenderly tracing over the inked letters on his fingers. Law shivered while you made your way up to the back of his hand. You only stopped to help him open his shirt and remove it so you could see all the tattooed lines that covered the majority of his body. His forearms were next and the muscles flexed under the skin as he reached his hands up to hold onto your waist.

“Sleepy yet,” you cooed.

“Not even a bit,” he retorted.

You hummed a lullaby your mother always sang to you when you were a child before trailing further up his toned arms. You took your time at his shoulders as the patterns grew more complicated. Law could only grin as he let you take control. His research and work completely forgotten as he was at the mercy of your wandering hands. His skin becoming enflamed at every gentle touch and stroke. You straddled his hips causing Law to stiffen until you placed a tender kiss on his nose. Burying his face in your chest you giggled as he sighed in pleasure as his face sunk into your breasts. You shook your head, hoping that was a sign that he was finally relaxing and giving into your womanly wiles. You moved along to his back.

Like you were scratching an itch that had been bothering him all day, Law relaxed further. His arms becoming laxed and he moaned, though it was muffled by your chest. You moved further away from the tattoo, leaving no spot untouched as you worked knots out of his muscles he didn’t realize he had. Sitting so long had taken it’s toll on his body but he had ignored his health for the sake of his goal. When you were happy with your work on his back, you focused on the last place that was his chest. The front of his body was the main tattoo, it started from his pecks and went all the way down almost to the waist of his pants. He peeked up from his spot before loosening his grip. You kissed the top of the heart on his chest making Law jolt. You eased him back down, going down with him as you nuzzled into his side. With one single digit you made the rounds, going over every bump of muscle to trace those black lines embedded in his skin. Law yawned and you felt victory so close as his eyes began to droop. You stopped right at his pants and he raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe later,” you promised. “First you need to sleep.”

He yawned again, “You win.”

You didn’t reply, as your thoughts went towards making Law as comfortable as possible. You left his side even though he tried to grab you and pull you back. Holding up on finger had him relaxing back into the mattress. You tugged the boots from his feet and placed his hat somewhere safe. Next you helped him wiggle out of his pants leaving him only in his boxers. You pulled on the shirt he had abandoned on the floor and with a little work you were both snuggled against one another under the covers. Stroking at his black hair Law began to lose the war on staying awake. He wanted to enjoy a few more moments of you pressed against his weary body, but exhaustion was catching up with him quickly. He held you close as he drifted away.

“I love you,” he mumbled while taking one more glance at your face.

You kissed him deeply going back to stroking his tattooed chest, “I love you too.”

The crew knew that their captain was finally getting the rest he needed so they were under orders not to interrupt unless dire emergencies. You watched Law sleeping peacefully and the worry that had been pressing on you finally lifted. With each rise and fall of his chest, you found yourself relaxing more and more until you too were drifting off to sleep. You wanted to give Law happiness that he never really got to have in his life. It was only fair since he had made you the happiest woman in the world, you only felt like you needed to return the favor. As you slept against the man you loved dearly you vowed to protect him and be there whenever he needed you most.

#Trafalgar D Law X Reader #Trafalgar Law X Reader #Trafalgar D Water Law #Trafalgar Law #Trafalgar Law Imagine #One Piece Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

606 notes · View notes

just-some-user-hunny · 7 months

Text

Comforting Pino after a long day...

~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~

This is a commission of sorts I've been working on a while, coming back to it now and then, as my college work has been very demanding as of late so I haven't been able to dedicate much time on it 🥲

(The premise is that he gets back to the hotel very early in the morning, hoping to just remove his legion arm and climb into bed with you, but he doesn't find you in your room so he's all :( until he finds you leaving the kitchen with a cup of milk and honey because you can't sleep, and he just hugs you. He tries to explain, but he just can't get the words out and gets a bit frustrated with himself so you Just give lots of soft reassurance and comfort as you help remove his legion arm to get fixed in the morning, setting it Eugenie's workbench to be looked at, and you just pull him into your bed and stroke his hair and speak to him till he feels better. I may have wandered off track a little, but I hope you enjoy it!)

~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~

~As the veil of twilight fell upon the derelict streets of Krat, Pino found himself at wits ends. No matter how persistent Gemini was with his encouraging crickets and chirps, his mood refused to shift. At this point it was as sodden and groggy as the cobblestone streets were. With every fleeting encounter of clashing blades and flying sparks, he only found himself growing more and more irate.

His legion arm was practically immobile at this point, the fleeting moments of rest in-between fights were spent rolling his shoulder- and all Pino could do was lightly grimace as his shoulder popped and creaked.

Broken.

With such a bitter way to end the evening, Pino could only clench his jaw and straighten his posture.

~ "we better get that fixed up real quick, huh pal?". Gemini chirped from the confinement of his lantern, at which Pino only held his breath back and huffed softly. His expression fed-up and sullen, and continued his way onwards all the while ignoring Geminis cautious little whines of 'you annoyed at me Pino?'

~ the warm glow of the hotel illuminated in the darkened sky was a welcoming sight, a beacon of light and safety, and it eases pino's clenched fists a little. The lit lamps flickered with warmth, contrast to the cold glimmering starlight amongst the heavens, and pino's footsteps quickened in pace as he hurried to the hotel entrance. Eager to feel the embrace of warmth- and most importantly, the sight of you waiting patiently for him.

~ shouldering the heavy door open, he peers around the golden entrance hall- crimson and amber filling the room, whilst the stargazer glimmered with a cold blue light- Sophia poised solemnly, seemingly in deep thought.

Pino wastes no time searching the room for you, glass jeweled eyes peering around, before his brows knit a little in confusion.

You weren't there...

~ as if he has brought the rain in with him, his face falls once again. With his brow fallen and his eyes glassy and blank, he sets himself on the task of finding you- the desire to be within your presence burning within him wildly to the point it was the only thing driving him forward. At this point, it burnt brighter than the ergo within him.

~ the door to your bedroom was closed, and your room was absent from your heartbeat and your breath and your voice... Pino stood dumbly at the door, a little voice that wasn't Geminis whispering poisonous words in his head.

They're gone. They've left. They don't need you. They've found a human to be with. What did you expect?

~ "Pino?"

~ the swiftness of his head turning caught you off guard a little, almost making you drop the steaming porcelain cup of warm milk that you've been cradling in hot palms ever since you left the kitchen. The sound of your voice felt like he had just been pulled out of the deep end- his saviour.

Your puppet companion stood tall in the lavish hallway- out of place, like a ghostly phantom. Drenched like a wet cat in oil and rain, there was something not quite right with him... The way he carried himself right now. Usually he is tall and confident and sure in all his silent will of steel- but now he seems like a weeping willow. Befallen, drooping. It was not him at all.

~ "hey- are you alright Pino?"

Like a sirens call, he follows.

~ the way he walks alarms you. He looks... hurt. Eager, but hurt.

At first- he seems to stumble, a misguided step that practically has him slumped against you, and it takes every strained muscle in your body to not allow his weight to take you down with him. With your arms clumsily steadying him by his waist, his head falls into your shoulder- an idle hand palming the curve of your side before his face comes out of its retreat from the warm crook of your neck, the chill of his nose pressing against your cheek barely registering in your head.

~ he looks so tired- which was startling. Surely puppets didn't get tired, right? Although Pino was a unique puppet, so who was to say...

~ "oh no..." you gasp softly, peering agastly at pino's arm- which appeared in rather poor shape.

His expression stills at your concern- before he rolls his shoulder, which only creaks and startles you more by the irate jagged sounds it makes.

With a knit in his brow, his lips part as if to speak- but nothing more than a silent breath passes by his porcelain lips, and it only seems to deepen the knot in his expression.

~ after ushering him into your room, you begin to lightly inspect his arm with your touch, your fingertips run up the grooves of his wrist up to his forearm, where a rather large gash was torn into it. Like a broken doll limb, and you force yourself to leave your warm milk and honey to be forgotten on your chest of drawers.

With a few words of assurance, you help him take it off, and you're so careful with him whilst doing so he can't help but admire you as you do so, the tension in his body unwinding from your gentle touches.

Pino is still drenched in rain and oil, his pale porcelain skin splotched dark and glossy stains, and you could feel that there was smear of it on your cheek where he had nuzzled against you earlier.

~ running the bath, you turn to see Pino standing behind you, unmoving- his gaze piqued in interest of the running water and the foaming bubbles.

Seeing him make no move, you do so yourself. Lightly ushering him to you, he follows without question, and he stands perfectly still as you begin to unbutton his shirt and lightly tug it down his shoulders. Only then do you realise that he's staring at you, and you can't help but retreat away a little in embarrassment because you've just hurried to undress him all the while he looked at you so endearingly and devoted. His doe eyes are all droopy and gentle as he gazes at you softly.

~ Pino reaches for you, wanting to gather you close, before realising he's only got one arm to embrace you- so he gently manouvers his remaining one around your shoulders to pull you to his chest. A soft hum leaving him as your arms wrap around his waist, his face resting contently against the crown of your head. His lips brushing over your hairline.

~ his hand lightly prodding your shoulder to get your attention, before he timidly signs you a thank you :(

~ giving him privacy to clean, you throw a spare shirt that he had learnt you earlier for him to wear on the bed. You work diligently to make the room as cosy as possible- snuffing out candles and drawing curtains, the faint glow of the oil lamp on the bedside table illuminating the room just a little. You also peel your now slightly damp and messy clothes off and change into fresh pyjamas, after all you practically got hugged by a sopping wet puppet 😅

~ appearing at the doorway of your en suite is pino, now fresh and clean. Helping him into the shirt, as he struggles a little with only one arm- you gesture invitingly to the bed with a tired smile.

Pino expression speaks enough, his face elating subtly at your words. Expecting him to huddle under the covers, you're startled as he suddenly picks you up with one arm and flops you both onto the bed- his sturdy arm embracing you close to his chest, and his soft smiling face nuzzled soundly into your chest.

~ for the remainder of your night, Pino's lonesome and poisonous thoughts dissolve like seafoam in the warmth of your body against his. His doubts and worries seep away like the blackened bathwater down the drain. Nestled in the embrace of your heartbeat and breath, he falls into a peaceful state of rest. He's not quite sleeping, but he's also not quite conscious... Like a deep state of vulnerability, and he does so willingly because he knows he's safe with you. There is no need to be on guard, nor survey his surroundings, because he's with you right now and you always make everything ok

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #lies of p pinocchio x reader #lies of p x you #my writing

382 notes · View notes

ineffablydaydreaming · 7 months

Text

Okay. I need to ramble.

Crowley's entire existence revolves around the apple, it's an event that's in constant repetition. Let me explain:

To humanity, he only had to give them the apple once. With humanity, neither the two hesitated: Crowley says it out loud, he doesn't get what's wrong with knowing the difference between good and evil (even though personally I don't interpret that as being the only thing the apple is about), so he didn't hesitate in creating the original sin, because he either didn't think it was a big deal, or because he thought it was important that humans gained that Knowledge and formed their own opinions and thoughts on the universe rather than being eternally naive, or both. And the humans didn't hesitate to grasp that knowledge either, because... Well, we're humans, you and I. I think we can probably relate.

So as soon as he climbed that wall of Eden he was done, but just with humanity. When he re-encountered Aziraphale, the apple event started to repeat itself again. Over and over, throughout their entire 6000 years of being together, Crowley tried giving Aziraphale the apple, but differently from humanity, Aziraphale hesitated every single time and only took small pieces.

Over and over, Crowley voices his thoughts on God's plan and God Herself. "You can't kill children! [...] But that's something one'd expect my side to do..." He also voices his thoughts on Heaven and Hell's way of working, especially the way they treat humans. "Our administrations don't care how things are done, they just want them done." "That only works if you start everyone off equal. You can't start someone off like that and expect them to do as well as someone born in a castle."

All of this is Crowley offering Aziraphale the apple. The apple is knowledge, it's the knowledge that you aren't the good guys. you are flawed. you are corrupt. they are brainwashing you. you're just a tool for them to meet their own goals. they don't care about you nor humanity, just keeping the status quo.

He's tempting him, constantly, with the knowledge, for him to finally realize the truth, and sometimes it works. The Beginning, The Deluge, A Companion to Owls, The Ressurectionist and Armageddon were all attempts Crowley made for Aziraphale to finally eat the apple. In The Beginning and in The Deluge it doesn't do much. You can see the doubt in his eyes and his voice, how he doesn't approve of what God wants to do but can't say it nor do anything about it.

In A Companion to Owls, it's the first time he lies without lying by omission, instead directly lying to Gabriel. He looks at Crowley before he does it. He looks at Crowley, because they share empathy for humanity, for Job's children they refused to let die.

He looks at Crowley, and Crowley offers him a slice of the apple. And he bit it.

In The Ressurectionist, it's not about Aziraphale going against his staff, it's him questioning the morals he was taught by Heaven. It isn't much in comparison... But you can see he regrets what he did and chooses to help Elspeth. The one who rebels is Crowley, who prevents her from dying and going to Hell, and it's implied he's tortured because of it (next flashback is him asking for Holy Water).

In this case, Crowley simply led him to the apple. Humanity offered it. He took another bite.

In Armageddon, Crowley offers him the apple, saying that they can't just let the world end while watching it. Aziraphale hesitates, then bites it, agreeing to help raise Warlock. They realize they got the wrong boy and Crowley wants to give up, but Aziraphale doesn't give up, instead continues his search. Crowley offers him the apple, saying they need to kill the antichrist somehow, saying he won't do it because of his own morals while Aziraphale says he won't do it because of Heaven's reputation: he refuses to bite it. But only this time. After their two breakups, he's hopeful, he thinks he can fix things, he talks to Metatron. His hope vanishes.

He bites the apple, at last. It's why he doesn't hesitate trying to shoot Adam while he's in Tracy's body. It's why he tries to defend Adam saying Heaven and Hell might be going against the Ineffable Plan. It's why he tells Crowley to do something when Satan is coming. It's why he and Crowley swap bodies in order to survive. He eats the apple, he has the knowledge, and he doesn't give it up.

He and Crowley always do what they think is right. I doubt I need to explain Season 2 in this post, do I? Entire season is Aziraphale evading Heaven and trying to find a solution to Gabriel's situation on his own. He bit the apple on the first episode before Crowley even showed up.

But then, why did Aziraphale give Adam and Eve the flaming sword if he didn't talk to Crowley beforehand? Wasn't that his own idea?

Well. Before the Beginning, I truly feel like that conversation about how the nebula will have to be shut down in 6000 years didn't just plant the seed of doubt on Crowley, it also did on Aziraphale. His was much tinier, quieter, he was still loyal to Heaven... Until he no longer could be. Until he saw an unarmed Adam and a pregnant Eve leaving the Garden to the outside world where everything was cold and deadly and out to get them. The seed of doubt tied its roots on Aziraphale's sympathy and kindness, for Crowley but, especially, for humanity. He's their guardian, after all. He couldn't just stand and watch.

Because, back then, in space, he had bit a tiny piece of the apple when Crowley, unintentionally, offered it to him. "You can't create an entire universe, run it for a couple thousand years, then stop!" He tasted it, even if just for a fraction, but then handed it away. "It's not up to us to make decisions for the Almighty." But the taste, the seed of doubt, was still there, lingering. So he gives away the flaming sword.

Their sympathy for humanity (and for each other; "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble!") is a trait they mutually share, and because they've both tasted the apple, they're willing to break their respective rules in order to stand for what they think is right. And we can see that Aziraphale's sympathy doesn't extend only to humans, he feels it for Gabriel when he says something terrible would happen if he didn't come to the bookshop.

But Crowley wasn't the first person in the universe to offer someone the apple, you see.

This is the ironic part.

You see, Crowley offered the apple to Aziraphale, then to humanity, then tried, for thousands of years, to make Aziraphale eat the rest of it. But do you know who made Crowley eat the apple himself? Do you know who made Crowley receive the knowledge? Do you know who made Crowley differentiate fair from unfair, good from evil, bad from good? Do you know who made Crowley decide to disagree, to form his own thoughts, to express his unsatisfaction with God's plan?

Aziraphale.

Aziraphale started it -- he stated a fact, a knowledge, that Crowley disagreed with and thought was unfair and a bad idea. Crowley's Fall began right then and there with him voicing his concerns and losing his faith.

Aziraphale stated where the apple was and Crowley willingly picked it up and ate it, and now, Crowley is in a constant loop of offering the apple to Aziraphale himself.

Crowley fell because he bit the apple before it was even called an apple. Aziraphale offered it to him without even knowing and now he's doomed to eat it too.

"I'm just a demon who goes along with Hell's plans as far as he can."

[...]

"You're just an angel who goes along with Heaven's plans as far as he can."

"But that sounds..." "Lonely? Yeah."

[...]

"We're on our side."

#hissing around #good omens tv #good omens #go2 #gomens #gomens 2 #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens season two #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #good omens s2 #good omens spoilers

329 notes · View notes

zionworkzs · 7 months

Text

Okay, but I need to talk about Good Omens and The Sound of Music.

First of all, I’m genuinely obsessed with it being explicitly canon that The Sound of Music exists in the GO universe and is, for some reason, God’s favorite movie. Neil says here that Heaven misses the point of the movie/musical, but I find it incredibly fascinating that Aziraphale outwardly despises it.

Brief summary of The Sound of Music incoming as well as some really interesting parallels:

So we've got Julie Andrews playing Maria, who is studying to become a nun in an abbey in Salzburg. Problem is, she isn't the best nun, and is often late to chapel and just isn't the shining beacon of holiness that the rest of the nuns expect her to be.

In response to this, the Reverend Mother of the abbey decides to send Maria to live with sexy widower Georg von Trapp, a navy captain who desperately needs help with his seven children. The Captain is a bit of a hard-ass since the death of his wife, and has been treating his kids like little soldiers as well as banning music from the house.

The 7 kids are rambunctious and make things difficult for Maria at first. But one night, a thunderstorm scares them, and they run to Maria for comfort. The kids realize that Maria is really fun, and then later, when their dad is off to Vienna, the kids and Maria end up running around Salzburg singing, dancing, climbing trees, and having a blast.

When the Captain comes home and hears about this, he sends Maria away. But then he overhears the children singing a song Maria taught them and he gets all emo and remembers how much music meant to him and his late wife. He asks Maria to stay after hearing the song, telling her she's brought joy back to their house.

And oops, Maria and the Captain are falling for each other, but the Captain is sort of kind of dating this blonde bombshell.

There's a big fuck-off party, and the Captain and Maria dance together.

But, oh, no, Blondie saw them and can clearly tell they're in love. She tells Maria what she's seen and Maria is freaking out cause she's just realized she's in love.

Mentally, my girl Maria is going through a lot. She thinks she’s disappointed God by falling in love when she was supposed to be doing a job. She feels scared by the depth of her feelings and because of all these emotions, she runs away. Back to the Abbey. Back to presumed safety.

Mother Superior figures out what happened real quick and tells Maria that she isn’t wrong for falling in love. She sends her back to the Von Trapps, and it's such a great scene. If you wanna watch, I included a link below.

youtube

Maria goes back, and the kids are elated and she and the Captain confess their feelings (and oh my god, don't even get me started on the lyrics to the song they sing to each other while confessing, Something Good).

(I’m unwell.)

So that's the Sound of Music. There's a subplot going on with WW2 and the Captain being pressured to join the Nazi regime (which he is very against). King, we love him.

I pointed out some obvious parallels, but I'd also like to pull some random thoughts together here:

Mother Superior (God) is the one that sends Maria (Aziraphale) to help the Von Trapps (humans) in the first place.

Maria (Aziraphale) extends grace and patience with the children (humans) and refuses to give up on them, even going so far as to disobey their father by letting them fuck around and be kids (going against God's wishes and giving humans the flaming sword).

Mother Superior (God) also sends Maria (Aziraphale) back to the Von Trapps after realizing that Maria (Aziraphale) is in love with the Captain (Crowley).

Here's to hoping we see God telling Azi that loving a demon is chill and he should go back to earth in S3.

Overall, it's incredibly amusing to me that Aziraphale, our Aziraphale, doesn't like The Sound of Music, with the main plot being about a woman who choses love over religious obligations and a man who rejects an authoritarian regime so that he might make his own way in the world.

Maybe Aziraphale recognizes the parallels and is in denial. Or maybe he just prefers Sondheim...

#can you tell i watched the sound of music too much as a child #fuckin love this movie #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #aziraphale x crowley #good omens season 3 #good omens meta #good omens season 2 #the sound of music #Youtube

265 notes · View notes

cozage · 7 months

Text

The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 13: Shared Sake, Shared Secrets

Start From Beginning | Next Chapter | Table of Contents | Read on AO3

Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.3k

Whereas life had been miserable trying to find Whitey, finding your uncle was faster, easier, and far more painless.

You only slept for one or two hours a night, but ate plenty to keep your stamina up, and drank as much water as you could. It felt like a fair tradeoff. You had to hope it was.

Your child must’ve understood your desperation, because it never once complained. A part of you worried that you had put too much stress on it and something was wrong, but that was a problem for another day.

The Grand Line was kind to you, not giving you any issues or storms to navigate. You barely even saw any pirates, and once you got into the New World, people ignored you due to your flag. Even amongst pirates, there was a code to be upheld. Only the evil or the stupid would bother a member of the Whitebeard Pirates right now.

Once a day, when you saw an island, you stopped and searched for the News Coo. On the third day, you discovered Ace’s execution would be in ten days at Marineford. You didn’t stop again after that. You were wasting too much time.

One day later, the vivre card inched towards a ship on the horizon. You could see the flag of the Red-Haired Pirates, and your body finally relaxed. You were almost there.

You knew that Yasopp had already spotted you, and had likely already told his captain of your arrival. You clipped his vivre card back into your stack and prepared for departure.

“There she is!” Shanks called out, throwing down a ladder for you to climb up as your small sloop sailed in next to his. “The most beautiful girl on the Grand Line!”

“Uncle Red!” You gave him a wave and grabbed the rung of the ladder, climbing up to meet him.

When you reached the top, he helped pull you aboard and wrapped you in a tight embrace.

“You’ve grown!” He laughed. “The last time I saw you, you were just a little moody teenager. And now look at you!”

The rest of the crew crowded around you, all giving you hugs and high fives. Things almost felt normal. As if you were just running a quick courtesy call for your father, just like old times.

“Sit down, have a drink!” He cheered, grabbing you a tankard.

“I brought sake,” you said, handing him the jug.

He admired it, his eyes sparkling. “East Blue!” He cut his eyes to you knowingly. “You must need a favor.”

You grinned nervously. “You know me so well, Uncle Red.”

“If it’s about Ace,” he sighed. “I already warned your father that this would go south. I can’t offer any more assistance after he refused to heed my warning.”

“You talked to Pops?” You asked, your brow furrowing in confusion.

“I told him what you and Ace were doing would end badly. Recommended that he pull you guys back, but he disagreed. Said it wasn’t fair for me to-“

“Hang on,” you interrupted. “Pops didn’t want us going either. We went against his advice.”

Shanks looked at you, slightly surprised at this information. It was clear your father had claimed your mistake as his own, even against a fellow emperor.

“Let’s drink, and then we can talk.” He poured some of the sake out into a dish and handed it off to you.

“Drink my portion for me,” you offered, holding your hand out to decline.

You could feel the air change with your refusal. It was suspicious for you to decline your own sake on an enemy ship. Everyone on the crew watched you, nervously eying their captain’s drink.

“Come on now, girl,” Shanks said, still holding the drink out to you. “I’ve never known you to refuse a drink.”

You shook your head. “I can’t, Shanks.” The realization came crashing back. You were alone.

Tears filled your eyes as your hand moved to rest over your stomach, and you could see understanding cross over Shank’s face.

“You’re pregnant,” he whispered.

You nodded, wiping your tears away. “Ace is-“

“Who knows?”

“Just you, Ace, and Whitey. My dad and Marco know too, I think.”

“Whitey. Do you trust her?” His voice sounded urgent.

“With my life,” you said, softly sniffling as you held back more tears.

“Good. Because with the information you told her, that’s exactly what you’re doing.” Shanks sat the drink down and ran his fingers through his hair. “This is quite a nasty trap you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“Please-“ you let out a sob and pressed your forehead to the deck, bowing to him. “Please help me.”

“Hey! Cut that out! Raise your head!”

But you kept it there, glued to the floor. You wouldn’t raise it until he agreed to help.

“Kid-“

“I’ll do anything,” you sobbed. “Please just help me get him back.”

“Oi, Captain,” Lucky whispered. “She’s begging you.”

“You’re a strategist, so let’s talk strategy.” Shanks grabbed your shoulder and gently guided you back into a sitting position. “What are you proposing?”

“Pirates will come after us while we head to Marineford,” you said. “They’ll see us and know they can overwhelm us while our eyes are focused on Ace. My biggest worries are-“

“Kaido and Big Mom,” Shanks said, nodding along. “I can’t fight both of them, you should know that.”

“I don’t think Big Mom will be an issue, actually,” you admitted. “One of her children is about to get married. She’ll be more focused on the wedding and her already established territory rather than fighting us.”

Shanks chuckled. “Even in distress, you sure do stay up to date on current events. So, Kaido then?”

You nodded. “He might be occupied with things in Wano, but-“

“He always wants more,” Shanks agreed. “What else do you need?”

You shook your head. You were asking for more than enough already. You should’ve brought more sake.

“Come on, kid! I know there’s more we can do!” He sipped on the sake, letting out a satisfied sigh. “East Blue sake is worth more than Kaido. So tell me, what else?”

“Captain, I think-“ Beckman started, but Shanks shot him a look to silence him.

“I can’t ask anymore,” you said. You were certain Beckman was going to say the same thing. Asking Shanks to hold off Kaido was already asking too much. You couldn’t ask anything else.

He laughed and took another long drink. “Then we’ll meet you at Marineford after we hold off Kaido, and we’ll go from there.”

“Shanks-“

“Do you doubt me and my crew?” He asked, looking at you. “We’ll meet you at Marineford.”

You nodded, tears flooding into your eyes again. “Thank you.”

“You need some sleep,” he said. “Take my room. I’ll call your father.”

“No!” You yelled. You knew your father would be here tomorrow morning if he found out where you were.

Shanks raised an eyebrow, curious at your desperation. It took him a second to realize, but he began cackling, the whole crew joining in with him.

“He doesn’t know you’re here, does he?” He wiped a joyous tear from his eye. “Oh, kid. You’re in so much trouble.”

“I need to do what I can,” you said, grabbing your bag and standing to take your leave. “I’ve got other people to go see.”

Something pricked your neck, and you rubbed at the sting. At the source of the pain, you found a small needle buried halfway into your neck, and you could feel your vision begin to get blurry.

“No-“ you whispered, trying to push away the exhaustion.

“You need sleep,” Shanks said, his voice sounding distant and far away. He picked you up, holding you against his chest as he carried you inside. “Just rest for a bit.”

You tried to fight it, but you were no match for Yasopp’s sleep darts.

Tag list! @taeyoge @teiza @tojislawyer @trafalgardnami @bloopbopsblog @dancingnewcat @dxestyi @flooofity @nyxthedragon01 @deadsnothere @h-rhodes1598 @morgyyyyyyy @trafalgardvivi @fiestynatureweeb @frogpogjoghurt @beepboopcowboy @ms-portgas @luvyallbabes @appalost @zuchkaa @saybeyonce @stray-npc @kitsunechan707 @theyluvmesblog @heartysworld @aira-needs-sleep @mothmomjay @ophelias-flowerss @aqualein @sehyojae @fanficwriter5

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #portgas ace x you #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #cozage #✧˚ace✧˚

175 notes · View notes

leaderpinhead · 2 months

Text

Malleus - Pen Pals

Prompt: Letter or Package

Malleus stopped everything when a housekeeper silently presented a letter to him. He plucked the envelope from the gaudy tray and retreated into his room. Flipping the envelope over in his hand, an unfiltered smile stretched across his lips. The handwritten Hornton (Also Known As Lord Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley and Majestic Fire Breathing Lizard) would have identified the sender even if she had not signed her name above the return address.

After making himself comfortable at his desk, Malleus deftly sliced open the envelope with his silver letter opener. He pulled a thick parchment of paper out along with a small stack of photos. Putting aside the photos, he eagerly unfolded the paper and skimmed the child of man’s scratchy handwriting.

Dear Hornton, Firstly, I have been informed by Sebek that I have grievously offended your sensibilities by mailing my letters at the attention of “Hornton” instead of “Lord Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley and Majestic Fire Breathing Lizard of Twisted Wonderland.” For that I apologize and hope your sensibilities have been healed accordingly with the correction you have likely seen. (Sebek is currently having a frothing seizure from reading over my shoulder. The next letter you receive from him will probably be an entire rant on my atrocious behavior. I’ve included a photo for your entertainment.) Other than that, we have all been enjoying the last few weeks of our classes. Grim and Ace managed to cover an entire lab room with slime last week after they fought over our cauldron. Something fell in, and Ace still refuses to tell me what it was despite me threatening him with a bucket of fresh oysters. Professor Crewel decided Deuce and I were innocent, so we got to make fun of Ace and Grim cleaning the slime. Speaking of Deuce, he and Jack had a track meet last week against RSA. They totally decimated all the RSA guys’ times! Jack took first with a record-breaking time in the 100m dash, and Deuce was right behind him. The spelldrive game we had last week against them didn’t go so well, but Epel has been walking on clouds ever since he scored a goal from centerfield. It would have won the game if an unfair penalty hadn’t extended the game and let RSA score again. Other than critiquing my letter writing skills, Sebek has been helping me with a few new martial arts moves. He insists I need to master them as quickly as possible because of my weak, magicless existence. My goal is to have him flat on his back by the end of the month. I will send photo evidence of his shock when I succeed. How have you been? Sebek sings nothing but praises (of course), but Silver said in his last letter that he’s found you wandering the castle late at night. Have you been getting enough sleep? You know, spring break is right around the corner. I'll gladly orchestrate an elaborate kidnapping if you need one (and I’ll bring Lilia out of retirement to let me stand on his shoulders while I climb through your window). Kalim could set us up in Silk City for a few days, or we can find a beach to lay out on and pretend politics don’t exist. We can even pop into the Sunset Savana and heckle Leona a bit. I’ll give you the chance to choose while I start drawing out my dramatic siege on your castle. Write back to me soon! Yuu

Malleus chuckled at the small smiley face Yuu had drawn beside her name. Setting the letter on his desk, he carefully spread out the photos she had included. He matched the photo of Deuce and Jack in their Track Club uniforms, both of them grinning widely as they held up gold and silver medallions. The photo of Grim and Ace covered in green slime and glaring into the camera made him chuckle. So did the photo of a crouched Sebek clutching his head, mainly because Yuu had scribbled He’s going into Draconia shock in the corner of the photo. The action shot of Epel sending a spelldrive disc across the field —his expression of fierce determination highlighted by the fiery sparks from the disc—impressed Malleus and reminded him of the three years he had played spelldrive on the campus.

His smile softened when he picked up the last photo. Even when he still attended Night Raven College, the prefect had been averse to having her photo taken. She had preferred snapping photos of everyone else with her Ghost Camera, though Malleus had seen her occasionally give into taking a picture with Diamond using his phone.

Ever since they began their letter exchanges—the year after his internships concluded and he returned to Briar Valley—she had included at least one photo of herself. At first, they had been candid shots taken by another: her caught mid-yawn, her tiredly staring at Vargas, her hovering over a cauldron. After a few months, the photos had become more deliberate. The photos were taken from an angle that clearly indicated she took them herself, usually to show him the myriad of activities she participated in. She had even taken a picture of herself in the mirror to show him her Halloween costume that year.

This photo was a simple self-portrait of her pointing at a cluster of tiny sprouts peeking out of the ground. There was no note written on the photo, so he concluded the sprouts were from the seeds he had mailed to her a month earlier. She had insisted he send them despite him adamantly arguing it was a plant only capable of growing in Briar Valley. She was clearly set on proving him wrong as indicated by her wide eyes and raised brows.

Chuckling at her cheekiness, Malleus reached for a quill and blank sheet of parchment. After dipping the tip into a jar of ink, Malleus began writing with a light flourish in each stroke.

Child of Man, You need not worry how you address your letters. I have informed the staff any letters from Night Raven College are to be delivered to me immediately. I shall reiterate this to Sebek when his next missive arrives. (While I enjoy seeing yours and Sebek’s friendship grow, I must caution you not to push him too far. He will one day be at my side as a trusted retainer, and I require his wits be intact.) I see that your final year on the campus is shaping to be a very lively one. Though I must insist you share with me your current accomplishments as well. Have you attained the proper paperwork to begin your internship with Professor Crewel next year? Are you still enjoying the presence of other students in Ramshackle Dorm? Has Crowley requested your assistance since solving the mystery of Octavinelle’s missing fishes? As for your inquiry, I will simply say learning all I can from my grandmother is quite a feat. She wishes to retire soon, and I understand her desire to wipe her hands of the council. I strive to attain the knowledge and practical skills to take her place. But on the off chance a dastardly human managed to climb through my window and force my departure from the castle for a time...I feel as if I would almost be required to oblige. Awaiting your dramatic kidnapping, M. D.

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #twst yuu #ffc 2024

63 notes · View notes

angstysebfan · 11 months

Text

Always The Friend Part 2

Pair: Bucky Barnes / Female Reader Summary: It’s the next morning and you have to decide if staying is the best choice since Bucky obviously doesn’t want you as a friend either. Warnings: Implied smut... thats all. Oh and the feels. lol

A/N: Rewriting my whole masterlist, so hang on tight. Hope these will be better than the originals! I tend to write for female readers, but I try not to use any details so this will be for all races. If you see me miss a detail, please let me know so I can fix it. I want everyone to be able to enjoy my stories.

My stories have not been beta’d or really edited, so sorry of there is some mistakes.

Read part 1 here

The next day you wake up feeling horrible. Like you were hungover but didn't drink. You still can’t believe you unknowingly told Bucky your feelings and he hasn't said anything. He hasn't come to talk to you or anything. Now, not only is your heart broken from unrequited love, but you also lost your best friend in the process. You knew you shouldn't have told him, because look what happens when he finds out. You're sure he is probably laughing with Emily over your stupidity.

You drag yourself out of bed because you are hungry. You skipped dinner last night, not wanting to see him, but you know you can't skip another meal. You figured you would lay low for the next few days and let things die down. If it's still too awkward, or Bucky and Emily make it hard on you, you will have to make a decision on whether to stay or not. But for now, you will lay low and stay hidden if possible. First you will sneak into the kitchen for food and then hunker down in your room.

“Friday, is anyone out in the hall right now?” You ask the AI.

“No, agent Y/L/N,” she replies. You sigh in relief and head out your door. You quietly walk to the kitchen hoping to grab coffee and a small box of cereal to bring back to your room.

When you walk into the kitchen it's empty. Thank god! So you quickly put get everything you need and start the process of making coffee. You're trying to be quick to get out of there before someone, especially Bucky, sees you.

“Y/N?” you hear quietly. You close your eyes in both frustration. Damn silent super soldier.

You take a deep breath and refuse to turn towards him. “Morning. I.... uh... just wanted to get coffee and cereal. I won’t bother you,” you say quickly.

You continue to make your coffee feeling the heat climb up the back of your neck. Already the tears are starting to form. Stop! Don't give him anything!

“I-I actually wanted to talk to you,” he said taking a cautious step toward you.

You turn and look at him. “Please don’t,” you say.

You look at his face and see that he hasn't slept at all. The dark circles under his eyes, the puffiness and redness, he looks... horrible. You ignore it cause he made you feel horrible.

“I don’t need to hear how embarrassed you were to hear what I said in front of your girlfriend, or how you don’t feel the same way. I'll assume our friendship is over, which sucks, but I understand,” You voice cracked.

You grab your supplies and head out of the kitchen back to your room and lock your door. Only then did you allow the tears to come out again, your proud that you stood your ground and said something. It doesn't help your broken heart, but right now nothing will help that. As you sit there silently crying, there is a light knock on your door. You ignore it, not wanting to see anyone, when you hear Bucky call through the door.

"Bells, please. Let me in. I just wanna talk. Please," he whispers that last word, but you heard it.

You decide to hear him out. At least then you can get closure and decide if staying here is the best thing for you. You wipe your tears and walk to the door, opening it and walking away, letting Bucky walk in on his own accord. He comes in and slowly closes the door as you sit on your bed, refusing to look at him. He sighs and sits next to you, allowing your shoulders to touch. Your betraying body once again burns with the skin to skin contact.

“I have a lot to apologize for Y/N. First is that I should've ran after you yesterday or at least come last night after allowing things to calm down. I was just scared I guess, but I'm sorry. I've been trying to get the guts to come here and talk all night. So, when I ran into you in the kitchen I knew if I didn't talk to you now I was truly going to lose you, and... and I can't have that.”

You looked at him for a moment. “What were you scared of?” You asked, ignoring the fluttering in your heart at the rest of his declaration.

He gulps and takes a deep breath. “Scared that you didn’t really mean it. That you're not really in love with me. I-I've been in love with you since the day I met you, my Bella, and the thought of you feeling the same way doesn't make sense to me. I mean you're so amazing and I'm... me,” You’re speechless.

"When will you finally see yourself the way everyone else does? Bucky, your the most caring person in the world. You would give anyone the shirt off your back if they needed it. You're amazing Bucky. More amazing then you even know, which is why I meant it. I've been in love with you for so long, but I was scared I would lose you, and well now you have Emily, so."

“I broke up with Emily right after you left the room. She kept me away from you on purpose, and I wasn’t 100% sure about her anyway. Besides, if there was even the slightest chance I could be with the love of my life, I was going to try.” He said shrugging at you. “I’m just sorry I didn’t come to you yesterday. I should have and told you all of this right away. I should have told you awhile ago. But...”

You put your hand to his mouth, silencing him. “We both should have said something awhile ago. I’m sorry I never did, but... I love you Bucky. I’ve loved you since I met you.” Bucky smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Can I kiss you, Belle?” He whispered rubbing his nose against yours. You nodded wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowers his head to bring your lips to his.

You and Bucky spent the whole day in your room. You talked more about your feelings, and expressed them in the best way possible. Finally you both decide it's time to stop hiding, you showered, together, and head to dinner with the team with large smiles on your faces. When you walk in, hand in hand, the team all looks at the two of you with a smirk.

“About time you stopped being an idiot, Tinman!” Sam yelled.

Bucky flipped him off as you giggle leaning into Bucky. Bucky looks down at you with a soft smile wrapping his metal arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head. Dinner was eventful. The whole team talked about how it was about time you both told each other how you felt. You curled into Bucky’s side blushing by the end of the conversation.

“Well I for one am so glad you two finally figured it out,” Steve said as dinner was wrapping up, staying silent up to this point.

“Oh yeah? Why's that punk?” Bucky said with a raised eyebrow. Everyone at the table looked at Steve, who had a big smile.

“Because... now I don’t need to hear you whine and pine about Y/N. 'Oh I love her but she will never love me back. Do you think she likes me?' You sounded like a teenage girl!” Steve said imitating Bucky.

Everyone was shocked at this, but then the whole table started laughing hysterically. You looked up at Bucky, who still had his jaw dropped in shock, and blushing. You laugh, taking his face in your hands, drawing his eyes to you. “It’s okay baby, I love how much you whined and pined for me. Makes me feel... special,” You bring him toward you and peck his lips.

Bucky smiled at you. “You are the most special, my Bella. I love you,” He says before kissing you again to the sounds of your team whooping in the background.

Gotta love happy endings!! Hope you all enjoyed. Feedback is appreciated. And stay tuned for my other works getting a reboot!

Permanent Taglist: @rebekahdawkins @marajade1974 @missvelvetsstuff @phillygirl77 @pattiemac1 @winterslove1917 @vampire7595

Story Taglist: @vicmc624 @jackiehollanderr @vampire7595 @learisa @wintermischief @magnificentsvn @winterslove1917

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #Bucky angst #angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #always the friend

323 notes · View notes

fandoms-in-law · 6 months

Text

Trees Bend

Summary: Steve figures out he's bisexual and starts using a metaphor to counter people when they call him the straightest.

Author's note: I was in a Christian puppet group as a teen and in one of the sketches I had to practise puppetry to, the tree metaphor was used for a guy who wouldn't go to church if his pew was taken. After reading all the fics where spaghetti is used as a metaphor I thought the tree one fitted here too so I wrote it.

/\/\

It started with Robin, except it really didn't. Steve knew that she would listen, understand and believe him about the thoughts and feelings going through his brain. That was exactly what happened when he shared that he was fairly sure he had a crush on Eddie, that he'd probably had crushes he'd suppressed in the past.

She'd hugged him and asked if he wanted help working through it, or to just ramble about his crush. Between them they started to try and find out if there was a label for being attracted to both men and women. The discovery of bisexuality as a term took a long time to find for the pair of them, but a welcome find.

…

The actual start of it all was Dustin. The brat was somehow still convinced that Steve and Eddie didn't get along and needed to spend time around each other to do so.

Steve wasn't against the idea, actually he was going along with almost all of the kids ideas to get them talking and spending time together. He'd agreed to have Hellfire move to his house so Eddie could remain part of it and the rest of them could hang out at the same time even.

“I just don't get why you don't like Eddie.” Dustin began almost as soon as he was in the car for a lift to the arcade this time. “You and Robin have said you're trauma bonded often enough so why isn't that working here.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I do like Eddie, probably more than you want, and the fact you refuse to see that is getting annoying now.”

“Is it because he's gay? Is that why you don't like him?” Of course Dustin didn't listen to his words, but that wasn't why Steve abruptly pulled over.

After parking he twisted in his seat expression serious, “Did Eddie tell you that and did he give you permission to tell me that?”

“Why would he need to-” It was clear Dustin was floundering with his response.

“Is Eddie meeting you at the arcade?” Steve carried on, leaving explaining for a moment.

Dusting nodded slowly, and Steve turned to start the car again. “You are shutting up now. When we get there, you, Eddie and I are going to find somewhere quiet, or possibly just get straight back in the car and discuss just how badly you talking like that could go.”

For a few moments it looked like Dustin was going to argue but couldn't find the words, then he settled to staring at Steve and then back at him. It would have been a peaceful drive if he wasn't imagining a hundred reactions Eddie could have to being outed by Dustin and hoping he wouldn't be too upset by it.

Eddie was already outside the arcade when Steve got there, waiting with the other kids and clearly looking for them. The grin he had when coming to greet them dropped quickly at Steve's stern expression and Dustin's confused one. “Hey guys, took you a while.”

“Tell the other boys to go start playing. Dustin needs to apologise to you or have it explained to him why he needs to before we're going in.” Steve smiled but it was still tense, and he nodded towards the other kids, one hand going to Dustin's wrist when he tried to head out.

The words got Eddie yelling over his shoulder still trying to figure out what was happening and deciding to climb in the back of the Beamer when he realised how ready Dustin was to run off with his friends away from whatever had happened. “So that sounds ominous. What's up?”

“This shithead is still set that we don't like each other and was rambling trying to figure out why on the drive.” Steve gestured when Dustin remained silent for once.

“And he's gone insane. All I asked was if he doesn't like you because you're gay.” Dustin chose that point to exclaim, getting two frowns directed at him.

Steve nodded though. “That. That is not your place to share with anyone. Eddie has not told me that himself, and given you had no clue why I'd ask if he gave you permission to share it, he hasn't. You Do Not share anyone's sexuality with anybody else, unless they have given explicit permission to. I don't care that I'm safe. I don't care if you think you can tell who's safe and who's trustworthy. You do not share that information for other people.” He lectured, arms crossed to stop from pointing or getting in Dustin's face to emphasis.

“Geez Kid, I told that to Hellfire because Wheeler was being a shithead about some NPC's. For a bunch of little genius's if you're gonna out me for no reason I'll go hang with Jason to see how long I survive.” Eddie groaned. “Everything Steve just said. Don't out me to anyone, don't out anybody to anyone else unless they've told you to.”

“Another secret to keep? Why the fuck does everything need to be a secret?” Dustin tried to argue. “I want to talk with my friends about them sometimes.”

Steve levelled a glare at him. “And that should not include information that could easily get them killed. It's easy to not mention someone's sexuality. We do it every fucking day. You need to apologise for it and never do it again.”

“Sorry, I guess. I just thought it was why you two don't get along cause You suspected and are like the straightest of the straights.” Dustin grumbled, barely even turning to look at Eddie when he wanted to keep arguing the point.

Steve huffed a little but decided against openly saying anything about it. “Definitely not the non-existent reason Eddie and I don't get along. I like Eddie. He's my friend just like you are and deserves a better apology than that.”

“And seeing Mom Steve defensive for me does not qualify as that apology. It's just very flattering and I'm so grateful this was your response to Mr Thoughtless's words.” Eddie grinned, softening Steve's expression with how relaxed he was being over it.

Dustin looked between them, frowning before letting out a heavy sigh. “I'm sorry alright. I didn't realise it was such a big thing to do. I won't do it again.”

Steve looked back at Eddie, waiting until he nodded, accepting the apology with a “Your PC will die if you do it again.”

“Let's go see Max destroy you all at video games then.” he agreed, unsurprised when Dustin was immediately out of the car and racing into the arcade.

“Thanks for doing that, Steve. I really wasn't sure if you'd accept me coming out.” Eddie lingered, speaking quietly so people passing didn't hear.

Steve just shrugged, locking his car and heading into the arcade, “Course man, I'd hate it if that happened to me.”

“Wait what?”

He smirked over his shoulder, glancing over the trees that lined the street. “I've decided to take a few lessons from the trees. I bet that one bends and waves when storms come in.” He stated before disappearing through the doors. It had been one of the things that he and Robin had tried using to describe who he's attracted to and he liked it more than spaghetti. Trees are strong and stood tall, even a toddler could break uncooked spaghetti into pieces.

…

It happened again during a Hellfire night a few weeks later and honestly Steve wasn't annoyed by it.

He'd been absently listening to the game, treating it like a story with actors except he could hear the thoughts of the people writing it. At the point they'd reached there had been a discussion going on about how to get information from a guard they'd yet to annoy and Gareth had suggested flirting with him.

“No, man, no. I get that you think you'll be able to get all the information that way but just look at him – he's... Actually Eddie other than in the kingdom's armour what does this guy look like?” Jeff had protested, making a few of them grin at his argument against Gareth's plan being interrupted to ask for description.

Eddie smirked, but sat up to begin narrating, “Currently the guard is watching you huddle away from him in bemusement, an eyebrow arched in curiosity over what you're doing. His hair is carefully styled away from his face with his helmet held under one arm. He's got piercing brown eyes and a clear tan on his face and hands.”

“You're making our strategising take time in the game, dude.” Mike groaned, “No fair.”

“Besides that makes my point. This guard sounds like if Harrington was a guard and couldn't have his fluffy hair. He's not going to go for your flirting Gareth.” Jeff insisted, turning along with most of the table when Steve snickered.

Steve just gestured out the window. “I'm like a tree out there. Pretty bendable if necessary and I choose what's necessary.”

“That makes no sense!” A few of the kids exclaimed but Gareth and Eddie both had considering looks on their faces.

A moment later Gareth's decision was made as he reached out for a die. “I want to flirt with the guard to ask if he knows whether the treasure we want is owned by the kingdom.”

“Roll charisma.” Eddie agreed, over the top of Jeff's repeated protests.

…

The final time Steve confused everyone with his tree metaphor was a film night and he didn't need to say it to be the one confusing them all.

He'd made a comment about Luke's boots and started a conversation or rather a debate among the kids over whether you could assume someone's sexuality based on what they wear. It was quite amusing to see, especially when Eddie decided to try fanning the flames with contradictory comments the kids could have known which were meant and which weren't if they'd only watched his expression. Some he grinned as he said them, others were said through a smirk one twitch away from becoming a grimace but all of them had someone arguing with them.

Nancy was the one to eventually get annoyed with the debate after it was around twenty minutes long. “Come on guys, you're slowly deciding that any guy wearing fancy clothes or who puts time into his looks must be gay and that entirely ignores the evidence that is Steve sitting right there, straighter than anyone.”

Robin, Steve and Eddie all snickered at that, even more so when Dustin piped up, “Can't say that Nancy. He'll compare himself to a tree again and refuse to explain more.”

“Now now, Dusty-bun, tree metaphors can be very enlightening if you only pay attention to how they're described.” Eddie leaned over putting on a voice as if he were disclosing sage advice.

“He just stays the trees are straight too but bendable in the weather. It's nonsense.” Mike protested.

Steve shrugged when Nancy and Jonathan turned to look at him. “So you are bendable? What are you subtly trying to say you are?” Jonathan asked, eyes narrowed as if already anticipating the answer.

“That I'm not as straight as you all keep insisting I am? I'm bisexual, attracted to both, and kind of getting bored of everyone calling me the straightest of the straights.” He explained easily, leaning back between Eddie and Robin on the sofa.

Most of them nodded then, before Dustin exclaimed, “But why trees? Seriously? So many other things could be used for that but you keep going on about trees? Are you a gardener without telling us?”

“One, why would I tell you about gardening if that was my hobby? You only ever want to talk about your game and I've had you try to give me a character type enough time that I don't need new ones considering any hobbies I might not have shared with you? Two, Trees are strong. They're so strong that we make houses, furniture, a whole host of things from them, and while everyone thinks they're completely still they move a heck of a lot, not just with the wind but in growth and with the seasons. Course I want to be a tree, I'm like the strength of the group trying to fight the battles head on so you guys can do something smart to actually defeat the monsters while they're distracted. It fits.” Steve rambled now, enjoying giving in more to the way he found easiest to identify as if uncertain how accepting people would be.

“Plus I really want to climb you like a tree. So it even works there.” Eddie quipped, getting groans from the kids but a curious smile from Steve.

Before Steve could reply Robin's hand was over his mouth. “Thanks for that image, Eddie, how about you put a pin in that to talk about when you and Steve are alone and not in front of the kids or me.”

Eddie grinned then, nodding, “Sounds good to me. When are we sneaking off together, Stevie?”

“We could now.” Steve offered, shifting to stand before Robin pulled him back down.

“After the film is over and we're heading home.” Nancy stated to pouts from both men.

When they disappeared under the guise of getting more snacks and drinks 10 minutes later she just sighed.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #Coming out #steddie #bisexual Steve #sexuality metaphors #dustin henderson #accidental outing

98 notes · View notes

iceinwrt · 2 months

Text

Chocolates

Happy 14th of February!

Sitri: ¡Solo...!

Paimon: How pretty you look todaaaay! *Scratches Sitri and pushes him out of sight* Weeell, today is a special day, because this is the first Valentine's Day you're with uuuus. So, I wanted you to accompany me just for a...

Zagan: ... *He arrives suddenly at your side, with a small box decorated meticulously in one of his hands, which he extends to you silently, but before you could see it clearly, a shot is heard from the distance, and the pink box disappears.*

Leraye: That's so unfair! They didn't even wait for...!

*And before you could hear the end of Leraye's complaints, or even register another movement, you dived underground. Pink ribbons kept rising on your body, until finally you emerged from the ground.*

Eligios: You're finally here! The best thing would be to hide you before...

Bimet: Don't even think about it, you cheap bastard, she'll get my...!

Valefor: It is clear that you are both wrong. She will get first what I worked so hard to do.

Foras: I've got you. *He holds you in his arms, and cuts the ribbons, before entering the space inside the coffin.* Walk with me for a moment please, soon we will be in Hades and...

*You look at Glasyalabolas, who was standing in front with his arms crossed.*

Glasyalabolas: You weren't thinking of cheating, were you?

Foras: ... I brought her here first, so I have the right to be the one to give her my...

Barbatos: Solomon's daughter won't disappear whether you give her chocolates first or not, won't you accept my present first?

*A bright smile shows on his mouth, before he gives you a deep, lighthearted kiss. He holds you by the waist, pulls you away from Foras quickly, before some tentacle struck Barbatos and leads you into the corridors of Hades with a humming hum.*

Barbatos: I hope they don't take you from one place to another, so let's sort that out first before we....

Marbas: With your permission, descendant of Solomon. *He holds you affectionately from behind your back and his chin touches your shoulder.

Stolas: Solomon's daughter has an engagement with Abyssos. *A raven is placed over your head.* It's only fair that Abyssos should have his guest back.

Barbatos: This palace belongs to Hades and...

Marbas: I refuse. Paradise Lost is waiting for Solomon's descendant...

Morax: Anyway... It is not important for you to go anywhere, always... You can choose where to stay. *He came closer, breathing irregularly, before the pretty cheeks were stained red. The skin under the bandages was more interesting than Marbas, Barbatos and Stolas' fight* I came as fast as I could, I just want to hand you over....

*White fur covers your sight, and a long tongue runs all over your face. Morax helps you remove the Dog god, and you laugh, when the color of his skin becomes more reddish.*

Buer: Looks like he filled you with slime... I'll clean you. *A broad smile greets you, and Buer's fingers slide down your cheeks* By the way, can I give you my chocolate too. It may not be much, but I'd like to give you a present from me. Would you accept it?

*Before you could open your mouth, the Dog god lifts you up with his snout and makes you climb on top of him. You try to hold on, before you fall, and he left Hades' palace at full speed. The god seemed to have no course in mind, before another dog, with three heads, pushed the god away.*

Amon: Dogs. *He sighed, as he pulled you away from the dog fight, with Naberius and the white fur rolling on the ground.* How about eating something delicious? I saved it for...

Naberius: Don't you dare! *You turned your head in the direction of Naberius' furious shout, before the giant dog appeared again.*

Amon: We'd better go before he starts coming. *He whispered, as he grabbed you and flew too fast to realize you were already in Abyssos, entering the palace.* Hasn't anyone given you anything yet? Then, can I be the first to give you...

Bael: Do you want some chocolates?

*You turn your head, and stare at Bael. Your mouth waters at the sight of the sexy demon in an apron, spreading a strangely shaped tray on it.*

Stolas: *Suddenly arrives and throws the tray* What the fuck! Do you want to poison her?

*You, Amon and Bael look at the chocolates on the floor.*

⛧✃✃✃⛧✁✁✁⛧✃✃✃⛧✁✁✁⛧

A little late, but I had fun. I even overslept today after the horrible time with exams. 😵‍💫

But finally, I hope you enjoyed it! I don't know if I'll post an illustration, and I'm sorry if I didn't cover the kings, nor the other demons besides these, but it was more out of ignorance than not wanting to.

I already had this idea saved for you guys, that's why I didn't write any nsfw for the moment, but anyway.

#whb #what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb all characters #ice's headcannon #whb headcanons #whb sitri #whb stolas #whb foras #whb morax

88 notes · View notes

firstkanaphans · 7 months

Note

Can we get a fic of Ray trying to thank (read: seduce) Sand for taking care of him after his accidental and Sand folding like an eclair?

So, I don’t think this is exactly what you were looking for (spoiler alert: there’s no smut), but I thought it was kinda cute anyway 🥹 Hope you enjoy! Rating/Warnings: Teen & Up Audiences; mentions of past suicidal ideation Word Count: 1727

Ray had tried to get Sand to leave at least a dozen times, but Sand refused to go. He had been by Ray's side for twenty-four hours straight and each time he chose to stay, the fondness in Ray's heart grew, blossoming into something deeper and more genuine than anything he had ever known.

After the accident, Sand had sat by his bedside in the hospital, offering what little reassurance he could while simultaneously researching lawyers to help with Ray's pending DUI charge. He had listened to the nurses explain Ray’s discharge instructions, knowing Ray wouldn’t do it himself. He had driven Ray home, run him a bath, shaved his face, and Ray deserved none of it. Because the last thing he had done before driving off on a suicide mission was call Sand a whore.

He didn’t know how to explain that he hadn’t meant it. That the words had been intended to hurt himself, not Sand. That he had driven away thinking he would never see him again and he hadn’t wanted Sand to grieve him. Because he didn’t deserve that either.

And yet, here Sand was—helping him out of the bathtub, drying him off, getting him dressed. He was an angel; Ray was sure of it. He couldn’t stop staring at him.

“Come on,” Sand said, running the towel over Ray’s hair one last time before tossing it to the floor. “Let’s get you to bed.”

And although Ray wasn’t tired, he went, because that’s what Sand wanted him to do.

Ray’s room was cold. The whole house was. It always had been. Ray hated it. He hated that his father was never there, hated that the ghost of his mother still roamed the halls, hated that everything smelled like liquor. But he liked that Sand was there with him. So when Sand held up the covers on Ray's bed for him to climb inside, he went, assuming Sand would follow him. Only Sand didn’t. Instead, he dropped the blankets and took a step back.

“Where are you going?” Ray asked, slightly panicked. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the flash of headlights coming towards him. Every time he was left in silence, he heard the screech of tires, the honking of a horn. He didn’t want to be alone when the memories came back to him—and, more importantly, he didn’t want to let go of Sand. His life line. His savior.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch,” Sand said, his voice emotionless. “If you need anything, just call out. I’ll hear you.”

He moved to leave, but as soon as he did, Ray’s heart started racing. Sand was the only think keeping him sane. The only thing holding him together. He couldn’t leave. He couldn’t. So he sat up, grabbed Sand’s hand, and pulled him back towards him. Sand turned in surprise.

“Stay,” Ray begged. “Please.”

Sand’s face was unreadable. “I think it would be better if I didn’t.”

“Why? Because I yelled at you? I yelled at everyone! I was drunk.” He pulled a little harder on Sand’s arm. “Please don’t be mad at me. I almost died.”

“And whose fault was that?” Sand asked. But this time, finally, he was smiling. “You never give up, do you?”

He sat down on the edge of the mattress and Ray’s heartbeat steadied enough for him to lay back down. He stared up at Sand, mesmerized—the boy that kept saving him. The boy he had taken for granted.

“I really am sorry,” he said, pulling Sand’s hand closer to his chest as if it were a stuffed animal keeping him warm. Sand let him do it. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“Then why did you say it?”

Because he was hurting and he wanted other people to hurt too. Because no one ever listened unless he screamed his thoughts loudly. Because sometimes the only way to justify his drinking was by pushing everyone away and blaming them for his pain.

“I was angry,” he said. “And drunk. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore because I’m never drinking again.”

Sand raised a single eyebrow and glanced over to the bottle of whiskey sitting on Ray’s nightstand—a remnant of before. This was after. Ray pretended not to see it. He understood Sand’s doubt, but he was serious this time. He could have killed someone driving drunk. He could have killed Sand. And how would he have lived with himself then?

“Just stay. Sleep in here with me,” Ray said, eager to change the subject. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Ray,” Sand warned.

“Please,” Ray begged, pulling on Sand’s arm more insistently, but he could see that he had finally reached the limit of what his puppy dog eyes could get him because Sand was not budging. So he pulled out the big guns. “Ouch,” he said suddenly, cradling his broken arm to his chest.

“Are you okay?” Sand asked. Immediately, he scooted closer to Ray and helped him sit up. “What’s hurting? Do you need more medicine?”

He gently grabbed Ray’s arm and began running a searching finger along it as if searching for cracks himself. Ray just watched him. It was the first time in a long time that he felt truly taken care of. He removed his arms from Sand’s grip and twined them around his neck instead.

“You dirty little—” Sand started. His eyes were already mid-roll when Ray kissed him, falling back onto the mattress and dragging Sand down with him. But Sand, it seemed, was still worried. “You were lying, right?”

Ray shushed him, ignoring the question, and then kissed him again. This time, Sand kissed him back. Hard. So hard that Ray couldn’t tell whether he was aroused or angry or both.

“I thought—you were—dead,” Sand said between kisses, his hands slipping beneath Ray’s shirt to trace the lines of his body as if he wanted to make sure everything was still exactly where it was supposed to be.

“I’m fine,” Ray promised, although it wasn’t entirely the truth. His arm was throbbing and Sand’s kisses were making him light-headed, but he ask him to stop. Not for anything.

Sand growled, clearly annoyed by Ray’s indifference, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he kissed him with the passion of a man who had thought, even if only for a moment, that he would never kiss his lips again. It touched Ray that he cared so much and he desperately wanted to repay him.

He reached between their intertwined bodies, searching for the buttons on Sand’s pants, but without the use of his left hand, it didn't do him much good. His grip was clumsy and inaccurate. Sand laughed and pulled away.

“What are you doing?” he asked even though Ray thought it was pretty obvious.

“Thanking you for saving my life,” he said, leaning in to give Sand a brief peck on the lips.

Sand pushed him away. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I can rest afterwards!”

“You really want to thank me?” he asked. Ray nodded. Sand leaned in, lips parted as if he meant to kiss him, but instead, he turned at the last second to whisper in Ray’s ear, “Then never, ever drive drunk again. Do you hear me?”

Ray let out a heavy sigh as Sand backed away, but he could tell by the look on Sand’s face that he was serious. That he wanted an answer. That he wanted a promise. “I won’t,” Ray said. He had learned his lesson and he knew now, unequivocally, that he had someone he could call if he ever needed help. Someone who wouldn’t judge him. A new emergency contact.

Sand nodded, pleased, and then crawled out of the bed.

Ray let out a noise of protest. “Where are you going? I agreed! Are you seriously just going to leave me like this? I can’t even jerk off.”

“Your other hand works fine.”

“Yeah, well, your hand would work better.”

But it turned out that Sand hadn’t been abandoning him at all. He had simply gotten up to shed his jeans and overshirt so that he could crawl back into bed and settle down for the night. Ray preened as he lay down beside him.

“You’re staying?” he asked, needing the confirmation. Needing to know that if he fell asleep, Sand would still be there when he woke up. He felt like a child seeking comfort after a nightmare. Maybe he was.

“If you can keep your hands to yourself, I will,” Sand snapped, straightening the pillows. “Otherwise, I’m leaving.”

“I’ll be good,” Ray said immediately. And he would. He didn’t want to risk this. Not when the thought of Sand leaving sent him into a panic. Sand laid down and closed his eyes to sleep, but Ray didn’t. Ray couldn’t. Not yet.

“Sand?”

“Ray, go to sleep.” Sand sighed. “You must be exhausted.”

Ray was. He hadn’t had a single moment of peace in over twenty-four hours and it had started to weigh on him. But there was one more thing he had to say.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” he said, making sure Sand could hear the sincerity, the vulnerability, in his voice. Making sure he knew, without a doubt, how much it meant to him. Sand opened his eyes and looked at Ray. “Seriously. I won’t forget it.”

Sand stared at him for a long time without speaking. “Go to sleep,” he finally said, his voice gentle and loving and kind. Then he reached out and ruffled Ray’s hair playfully.

Ray let out a squawk of protest that made Sand laugh and then they just lay there, staring at each other, the past and the future meeting in their gaze—a single perfect moment that never would have happened if Sand hadn’t been there to save Ray from himself.

Sand kissed Ray's forehead and then his lips before pulling him tight to his body, being extra careful not to hit his broken arm. Ray lay on his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart, and soon fell asleep feeling like a whole new person.

#asks #only friends the series #only friends fic #sandray #sandray fic #sarah writes things

139 notes · View notes

loveackermannn · 10 months

Note

Forbidden Love between Levi x Reader just pure fluff where like she's a princess and he's her knight to protect her, no context needed just fluff 🤭.

YOUR MIND. I LOVE YOUR MIND.

knight!levi who swore on his life to protect you at all costs – even if it means giving himself up for you. yet, who also swore to never fall in love with you because there's no way that could actually happen.

knight!levi who guards your door every morning and every night, waiting for the sound of your voice to call his name. at times, he couldn't help but want to hear you call out for him just so that he could be closer to you. in his mind, he was convinced it was only out of pure duty to ensure of your safety and that it would be guaranteed by him in your direct presence. though, deep down, it was because he couldn't stand the thought of being apart from you for even a second.

knight!levi who brushes through the messy strands of your hair with your hairbrush and occasionally steals glances at your restless posture through the dusty mirror. his brows furrow, letting his fingers slip through to gently caress at your scalp.

"how long did you stay up for last night? you look like a zombie," his voice is forward and could be seen by anyone else as a bit disrespectful towards his lady, but just to you, you fondly smile at him as if acknowledging his concern.

"a little past midnight, i had some paperwork to take care of, princess duties."

"would it kill you to get a few more hours of sleep than that? i'll do your shitty paperwork for you," he firmly says, noticing your eyes slightly widening at his proposition. of course it's out of his place to say such a thing, he's nothing more than a mere knight in shining armor awaiting for danger to strike at any given moment.

knight!levi who is quick in his apologises afterwards and urges himself to leave as soon as he entered – until he felt your hand surround the flesh of his wrist, hoping that he'll stay. you want him to stay.

"i'll get more sleep, i promise. can you please help me finish getting ready?"

knight!levi who couldn't refuse you even if he so wanted to, because he could feel himself give in to you the more he stays, the more he touches you, the more he is with you. you tempt him so much without even trying. you could talk about all the stars in the universe or the sand that grains the earth, yet all he could think about is how beautiful his own universe is front of him – you.

knight!levi who accompanies you on your daily walks around the palace with nowhere else to run to, because these 4 walls are what you've known your whole life. sometimes, he finds himself dreaming of a small cabin where the two of you can easily roam free to the nearest lake or climb the tallest mountain together. together. he can see it all so well, but the position of knight and princess makes it nearly impossible. perhaps, one day or maybe in another life both of you could be granted that freedom.

knight!levi who eats breakfast, lunch and dinner with you. he makes sure that the food is cooked exactly how you like it, that your cravings and sweet tooth are satisfied because he is the only person to have ever known these small things about you. he'll wipe the crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a napkin or sometimes even with the tip of his thumb, because he knows how messy of an eater you can be.

knight!levi who can't hide his feelings for any more capacity than his heart will allow. knight!levi who loves you to the ends of the earth, that he would gather up all your desires and needs and fulfill them in any way that he could. knight!levi who cares deeply for your heart, soul and mind that he can hardly contain it anymore. knight!levi who is yours forever and has always been yours.

knight!levi who stands at your door, shifting uncomfortably between his right and left leg, thinking about stupid he must look right now to the guards who walked past him. his hand meets the wood of the door, knocking once, twice, then thrice. he's holding his breath and for some time, he wasn't breathing.

knight!levi who waited patiently for your footsteps to be audible to his ears and soon heard the creaks of the door pry slowly open. your eyes appeared to have been deprived of sleep, but you greeted him with the same enthusiasm as you always have, as if the life in your eyes were brought back to life.

knight!levi who can't seem to get the words that itched desparately at his throat and instead, ushers you inside of your room and closing the door behind him. he looks less composed than usual and you began to grow worried at his frantic expression as you sat on your bed. your immediate thought was that someone had broken into the castle or was plotting a rivalry against your kingdom, but as soon as levi got to his knees in front of you, taking your hands into his and bowing his head – almost in.. shame? you knew it had to be about something completely different.

knight!levi who was quiet in words, but coherent enough to reach you,

"i can no longer hold this in, milady. if my words are nothing but indecent to you, i would ask to resign from my position as your knight, but you must know this now, that-"

knight!levi who finally gathers the courage to look up at you with such earnest, you couldn't turn away. he finishes with the remainder of his shakened breath,

"i am in love with you. i can hardly fucking stand near you without having the urge to pull you in because i crave for your heart so badly. i lay awake most nights dreaming of what it would feel like to be beside you. i cannot concentrate because you constantly plague my mind as if you own it."

the unwelcomed silence filled every corner of your candlelit room and the tensed breathing between the two of you was all that could be heard.

as speechless as you were left, the rest of your body spoke for you. your palms met the tops of his hands, tenderly circling your thumb around his calloused skin. your lips were parted and he continued to look up at you as if you were the last thing his eyes could devour. you leaned down and slowly closed the distance between your curious faces. one of your hands reached out for his nape, grounding yourself before placing a clumsy kiss on his lips.

knight!levi who didn't pull away nor did he move from where he knelt. his eyes were slightly opened to a half-lid and his hands were still cupped by yours. he was no expert in initiating physical touch whatsoever, but he wanted to try just for you.

knight!levi who moves his hands from your lap to the sides of your face, arising from the floor but never breaking the kiss. he situates himself beside you, keeping one hand on your cheek and the other on your hip. it was passion, it was love. everything that couldn't be said in words was perfectly conveyed in an array of kisses and the molding of your body to his.

knight!levi who didn't want this to ever end, who wanted to be stuck here in a bubble of warmth with you forever. for as long as this night will allow for it, he will savor every part of you. he would worship you as if you were his temple and he wouldn't want to stop even when the morning rises.

☆ — 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @luvjiro , @youre-ackermine , @lovolee3 , @notgoodforlife , @averysmolbear , @bejewelledd , @leviismybby , @evas-leslas , @roseofdarknessblog @cometlevi , @21aurora (! ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝💌)

219 notes · View notes

evelightnavi · 5 months

Text

Midnight Blue Ⅰ

♤ Featuring: Neteyam x Female Omatikaya Reader

♤ Word count: 1k

♢ This is going to be a story with multiple parts.

♢ I'm Evelight_Navi on wattpad, parts will also be uploaded there.

Part 2

♢♢----------------------♢♢

You leaned against a tree right outside the forest waiting for Spider. It didn't take him long to run out the door with Norm behind him, saying he should take a spare like usual. Spider ignored him and ran to you. "Good morning, y/n. Where are we going today?" He laughed as he nudged you. You rolled your eyes. "I don't know. Where don't we usually go?" You played along as you both started walking. Suddenly, he ran to a nearby tree root and climbed on top of it. Making him tower over you as you walked towards him. "We should go to the Sully kids and befriend them. It's time to finally meet them after avoiding them for years!" He stated as he puffed his chest out.

"But there is no way of telling what they will do to you since..." You gave him a worried face as you walked past him. "Since what?" He questioned as he walked beside you. "Spider, you know. You're human and... slightly smaller!" You teased him before running away. He called after you as you started running. You knew you could always get him by stating he was smaller. It didn't take long for you to reach the clan with Spider still running after you. You looked behind you to see how far away he was. He actually was that far. If he stretched out his arm, he could definitely grab your tail. Not that he would actually do that.

As you turned back around, all you could see was a blue chest before colliding with it. Making both of you to fall down, with you on top of this person. You opened your eyes, which you didn't notice you closed after colliding. A familiar face staring back at you. "Nice to see you too, y/n." Neteyam laughed from under you. Your eyes widened as you heard him say that. "If it isn't

y/n make an entrance!" Lo'ak said as he walked to the scene he just witnessed. You quickly stand up, also helping Neteyam up. "Well, I guess you got your payback." Spider stated as he pats you back.

"What made you run in such a hurry?" Kiri asked as she and Tuk walked closer. "Well, y/n and I were joking, and she..." Spider started. Tuk wrapped her arms around my leg. You patted her head before placing your hand on her shoulder. "She called you small again, didn't she?" Lo'ak interrupt Spider. Spider nodded as Neteyam chucked. "You small boy." Tuk giggled before sticking her tongue out. "You wanna be tickled?" Spider asked as he approached you and Tuk. "Y/n will protect me!" She stated, looking up at you.

As the day progressed, all six of you ran through the forest and climbed many trees, reaching incredibly heights. Tuk sometimes falls behind because of her younger age, but never being left alone. Lo'ak and Spider racing each other to the top of the tree, while Kiri and Tuk walk through the forest. You sat on the edge of the mountain, admiring the scenery before you. It wasn't your first time seeing this, but it still amazed you. Neteyam sat down next to you, giving you a small nudged. "You never get used to it, do you?" Neteyam questioned as he looked towards you. You shook your head with a small smile. "It's still as breathtaking as if I see it for the first time." You say looking at the scenery in front of you, which had become slightly darker.

Neteyam noticed it too, making him stand up and reach his hand to you. You gladly took it as he pulled you up. "You know, the others are probably already heading home." He trailed off. You nod, knowing what he meant. "We should head home too, I guess." You said as you started walking. Neteyam grabbed your hand, pulling you back before letting go of your hand. "If you don't mind, we could make a detour home. I want to show you something, which I hope you find as breathtaking as this scenery." He claimed with a gentle smile and big eyes, knowing you can't refuse if he does that. "Sure, but we can't be late. My dad will ground me if I'm late again." You stated before Neteyam grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him.

The sky had gotten dark as you guys reached the place. Neteyam let go of your hand and thouched the plants surrounding him. The plants reacted to his touch, making them glow a beautiful bright purple. Your eyes widened in admiration. Here and there, the spiraling animals fly up. You quickly follow the same movements Neteyam makes. Making the whole area around the two of you light up. Neteyams looks at you as you move around through the plants. The plants make your skin shining purplish against the darkness. Neteyam likes seeing you happy, if only this moment could last forever. "Neteyam, this is beautiful! Thank you." You said as you looked at him. He gave you a gentle smile as he walked closer to you. "How did you find this place?" You questioned him. "I just happened to stumble across it." He laughs as you shake your head. "You can't just stumble upon this! You find this treasure." You stated as you make turn around.

"You know, as much as I want to stay here. We must get back before my father grounds me." You sighed as Neteyam walked next to you. "Or you could pretend to be lost, so we can stay here longer." He said a little nervous as he nudged you. You looked at him shocked. "You know my father will never believe I got lost in the forest! And I didn't get lost. We got lost together, or did you forget your family will search for you as well?" You said as he nodded at you, ears down a bit. You both started walking back to the clan, still talking about early. You two got quicker to the clan than you both thought you would.

"Promise me you will take me there again." You said standing in front of Neteyam. He nodded, giving you a reassuring smile. "Our secret place!" He said as you waved him goodbye before going home.

#avatar fanfiction #neteyam x reader #neteyam x female reader #neteyam #neteyam fic

96 notes · View notes