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very late but. wesley :]
favorite thing about them
as will be a constant refrain throughout this post I have said this before but I have an overactive older sibling instinct so the most important thing here is that he is a little guy doing his best. in terms of actual traits, ik some people find him bratty but that’s always confused me bc like over and over again he goes out of his way to help people. like the whole b plot of icarus agenda stands out as being real endearing and yeah it’s goody two shoes characterization whatever but it is my god given right to appreciate some kindness in a character. it’s a harsh world yknow? but conversely i also like when he’s a bitch bc i think it’s funny.
i just. also. this requires giving credit to r*n m**re whose heart i would eat in the marketplace etc etc but the first duty is so fucking episode and the progression to journey’s end conceptually is really fascinating. execution of journey’s end? needs improvement. but the idea is SO. it’s so. like yes there are really interesting undertones to wesley’s character present in seasons 1-4 but i think a lot of them are far more meaningful when you return to them after the late season episodes. like. there’s a reason i think about the first duty-lower decks-journey’s end arc all the fucking time.
hang on this got long as shit so im gonna hit this with a read more before we continue on
least favorite thing about them
from a writing perspective they fucked up by not letting him make any significant mistakes pre first duty which is part of why first duty is so good. like that’s just not...how making a character works. i personally think it would’ve been good to have him fail the psych test the first time because there would be a lot to work with there but in s1 that just wasn’t the show they were making. from like a personality perspective. i mean i cant blame him for being the most repressed bitch alive in several key ways but please go to therapy.
brOTP
ok i gotta use this opportunity to get this off my chest (again. because i think this was in my post first duty rant somewhere on my other blog that i gotta find again) but like it’s so weird when the show tries to convince us he has meaningful friendships with kids his own age on the enterprise because like. he definitely doesn’t. his friends each show up for like one episode either for a plot point or literally just to prove to his mom or whoever that he has friends but he spends all his free time either alone or with the senior officers. he does not have friends his own age and i think that very much plays into his dynamic with the squadron later. that said i do think his dynamic with riker is fun and i also love writing his friendship with jaxa now that i’ve nailed down a vibe that was kind of eluding me lmao.
OTP
#cralbertgang but like. do i trust anyone else with it? outside of the little universe i have constructed? unsure. i just know that i watched first duty and was like hey man it’s kinda gay to forget your sweater on a ski trip with the kid whose entire civilian wardrobe is weird sweaters and then to keep it for a month after and while that is by no means the point of the episode, it was an interesting little side thing to ponder. in canon i don’t think it would have been a mutual thing but it’s interesting to explore out of canon. it’s also. like. as stated above none of wesley’s earlier friendships are that convincing so it’s wild that they did actually successfully imply this friendship with like four lines let alone set up the potential for anything else.
nOTP
i mean. wesley x literally any of the adult main characters but i feel like the one ive run into the most is wesley x riker which is like an incredible misreading of their dynamic to me and also like. even if it’s after wesley turns 18 it implies that riker was Waiting For Him To Turn 18 which is. uh. uhhh. don’t like that! and like ik it’s not 1:1 writing a fic about something equals glorification of that thing, i understand that sometimes people want to explore a dynamic Because there’s something wrong with it that they want to examine, but a lot of times with this specifically im like oh you wanted to ship two white guys and picard was too bald for you.
random headcanon
man i gotta stop posting every thought i have the moment it comes into my head bc now im like uhh what haven’t i already said. ive already said that half his classmates definitely think he’s dead post journey’s end. i think he likes the idea of marriage because he only got to see it very briefly with his own parents but this is another concept that’s idealized to him, and whether or not he ever manages it himself is up to your personal perception of postcanon. i think he’s bad at poker because he has not accepted his queerness but the correlation there is just that that happened to younger me. i think he talks in his sleep.
unpopular opinion
yeah like both of us have said he is not a funny gen z meme kid. and like a certain percentage of content for any character is gonna be. incorrect quotes style content? of like VERY loose very exaggerated characterization but i feel like for him that’s kind of all you get. admittedly i don’t check tags and shit that often im kind of just vibing but it doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of engagement with the actual character. this isn’t really an unpopular opinion ive just kind of gone off the rails. whatever.
OH wait okay i thought of something but but a bunch of the youtube comments for the nemesis deleted scene are about how like it wasn’t canon compliant that he would come back for the wedding or be back in starfleet temporarily or whatever and i have beef with that bc im like. dude maybe he just missed his friends and family and wanted to hang out with them for a while. let him chill.
song i associate with them
this is really just me consolidating every post i’ve ever made about him huh. but like kiss off by violent femmes IS the post first duty-pre journey’s end wesley song to me. just like. everything adding up over time until you’re miserable and it feels like the universe is against you and you start lashing out as a result. like it’s a depressing association but i heard it for the first time in years like a month ago and was like holy shit. wesley song.
favorite picture of them
i have a fondness for top 1 photo of wesley crusher that could also be a photo of gordie lachance
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Star Trek Lower Decks S2 trailer analysis!!
So here I am with some Trek trailer breakdowns!!!!!!!!! It’s been days since the First Contact Day celebration dropped a bunch of clips but I’ve finally calmed down enough to actually sit down and screenshot everything. So now I present to thee, Lower Decks analysis!!!!!
So we open on the lovely USS Cerritos (my precious space sled)
Mariner joins Tendi and Rutherford, “What up, we doing sci-fi stuff today?”
Followed by clips of exciting adventures lol
This looks like some alien ship chasing after and firing upon a Miranda Class ship named either the USS MacDuff or Macouff, registry NCC-1877. Trek fans will be familiar with the Miranda Class ships which have been in service since the TOS era, meaning this ship class has been over 100 years old by the time that Lower Decks takes place in. This specific ship has been updated a little bit from the old school Miranda Class design.
Here’s two Denobulans hiding...
From an angry Mugato, which was last seen in the TOS episode “A Private Little War”
And Denobulans of course was the new alien species introduced in ENT, made famous by the ship’s doctor, Phlox.
Here’s Mariner in anbo-jyutso outfit, we learned in TNG that anbo-jyutso was the ultimate evolution of martial arts. Riker and his father Kyle fought each other using this in the TNG episode “Second Chances”, and Kyle Riker used to do it with his son when he was young.
I have no idea what first officer Ransom ate this time but looks like he gained some powers, blasting people (Mariner and Dr. T’Ana among them) away, and then shooting rainbow fire out of his hands?
I mean look, if this is the show’s way of announcing that Ransom is LGBTQ+, well, I’m all for it!
This looks like a Starfleet away team firing against some Pakleds, the person at the console is Boimler, so I’m gonna assume that this is a Titan away team still dealing with a Pakled problem that may be left over from last season’s finale.
Mariner meanwhile is kicking some Cardassian ass in what looks to be Gul Madred's torture room from TNG’s "Chain of Command" two-parter, it’s even got the four lights that Picard was yelling about.
Here we got Tendi with an Octupus looking alien, both worried about this other alien creature with numerous heads. It is possible that this may be the true form of the alien species, Kelvan. They appeared in the TOS episode “By Any Other Name” but that was in humanoid form, however they were said to have a hundred tentacles in their natural state.
Also in the background, there may be some creatures in a tank, don’t if what they are but kinda looks like the Centurian slugs last seen in the 2009 Star Trek movie set in the Kelvin timeline, which would be ironic if the alien is actually a Kelvan because Kelvin/Kelvan.
Looks like a very concerned Rutherford, maybe he gets his memories back?
We got Tendi and Rutherford sitting with Mariner who’s behind a force field, is she in the brig again?
Tendi says “only thing missing is Boimler, he’s gotta be having the time of his life!”
NOPE.
He’s definitely not having the time of his life on the USS Titan.
Captain Riker meanwhile has jazz references galore! Even when your life is on the line! A True Dad!
“Red alert! I’m starting to think this jam session’s got too many licks and not enough comps!”
Boimler screams, “WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN???”
In case you are as confused as Boimler, my research tells me that licks in Jazz are usually original short phrase/series of notes used in solos and melodic lines and accompaniment, while comps is short for comping, which is the chords, rhythms, and countermelodies that musicians use to support another musician’s improvised solo or melody lines.
So essentially Riker seems to be saying that this battle’s got too many solos and not enough accompaniment/support.
We see the USS Titan being fired upon by numerous ships near this space anomaly, may be a wormhole or something. Not sure what these alien ships are either.
Finally we end with the Season 2 premiere date being announced to be August 12!!!
It has also been officially announced that Lower Decks has been renewed for Season 3 so we got that to also look forward to!
Lower Decks is the only show of the three that’s meaning to air this year that’s got an air date, so it’s possible that this will drop first with Prodigy Season 1 and Discovery Season 4 to follow. But we will see.
Looks like we’re gonna be having another season of fun adventures and lots of easter eggs!!! Mike McMahan and his team did an absolutely brilliant job with the first season, that season is to me possibly the best first season of any Trek show, I honestly can’t wait for season 2!!!
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CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 LOVE💚💚💚 You deserve it and more because you are TALENTED and SO SWEET and everything you do is just 👨🍳🤌
I took the chance to spin your wheel… and first spin I got was Mando with a lactation kink… I KNOW this man loves kids and wants a big family so I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!!! All the love!
Woooo!!! This broke me. I was really going for XTRA FILTHY SMUT but that did not happen. This one surprised me when I wrote it by sneaking up all soft and sweet, and then ending that way too. That's okay, though, I like a good soft smut.
Hope you enjoy!!! :D
Word Count: 2030+
Rating: Explicit/mature, 18+ only
Outline: Din Djarin x “You”/Din’s wife (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)
Warnings: starts soft, ends soft; Din has a filthy mouth; praise kink (use of “good girl”); lactation kink; unprotected P/V sex in the context of marriage; sprinkling of breeding kink
Evenings and nights were always your favorite with your husband. It was the best time of the day, everyone settled down and quiet, the ship docked for the night wherever you were visiting or set to autopilot to the next destination. You knew your husband’s moods, the slight slump of his shoulders telling you that he was getting drowsy, ready to head below decks and rest, curled up in your arms.
You nursed your son, putting him down before heading up to the cockpit to knit for a bit and watch the stars race by. After an hour of that, you saw the telltale signs and knew that Din was done for the day, even if he didn’t know it himself. He pushed himself too hard, always believing that there was more of him to go around than there was.
Now that the baby was here, growing healthy and strong, Din had resumed his habit of staying up too late, tweaking just one more thing in the cockpit or looking over the available jobs just one more time. He had spent too many nights slumped sleeping in that pilot’s chair, and you had finally started being gently pushy, in the hopes of getting the man to just stop and rest.
You waited until you saw the helmet keel an inch too far to the right, knowing how heavy it felt on his head, his old habit of wearing full armor at all times in the cockpit in case things went sideways and he had to spring into action. You didn’t push him to relax or remove it, you knew how much he needed that feeling of being in control. But you could be sweet and soft, remind him how much you needed him at the end of the day, how good it would feel to finally remove the Beskar and curl up against you, skin to skin for the night.
“Din,” you made your voice soft. “It’s bedtime.”
His helmet tilted back to center and you heard him clear his throat. “Just one more thing, mesh’la.”
You smiled to yourself and finished off your row of stitches, giving him a few more minutes, tweaking knobs and fiddling with buttons. You got up and stretched, then came around to his side, placing one hand on the back of his neck with a gentle squeeze.
“Let’s go. You need your rest, or you’ll be no good to anyone tomorrow.”
Din lifted one hand to grip your waist affectionately. You could visualize the fight happening on his face, the urge to take care of just one more item battling against the pull of your soft curves in the dark. You leaned in, letting his helmet come to rest against your side.
“Let me take you to bed, you big, strong man.” Your voice was soft, your nails softer as you slipped them just under the cowl and dragged them across the back of his neck.
Din sighed and then set the ship to autopilot before he removed his helmet. His eyes were rimmed with hints of red, the circles underneath deeper than they had been yesterday. Your heart squeezed, and you immediately took the helmet to set it gently on the floor. You kneeled in front of his chair and didn’t say a word as you started to help him remove his gloves, then all of the parts of his armor that you could reach. For his part, Din let you worry your fingers over him. Then he stood up and took off his back plates and cape, piling everything neatly on the ground.
“Sit.” You left no room for argument, and Din complied. You muttered gently to yourself as you reached down to help him remove his boots, “Kriffing crazy man, pushing yourself so hard…”
Din let you undress him, let you massage your fingers up his calves and across his quads, and that told you more than anything how tired he really was. Normally he would at least protest, say that he didn’t need the help, but this quiet acquiescence was worrisome. Still, though, you knew how to relax him, get him to stop. You weren’t above using your feminine wiles to bend him to your will, all in the service of getting him to rest.
When he was finally down to his flight suit, you opened the front of it and peeled it down and off his shoulders, and then straddled his lap in the pilot’s chair. You started by skating your nails over his shoulders. Din closed his eyes as a shiver ran through his body. He nearly moaned, a soft “Ohhh…” floating out into the quiet of the cockpit.
You gently pushed his forehead so that he could lean his head back on the headrest, and increased the pressure of your fingers as you rubbed circles into the knots of his biceps and trapezius muscles. Din let his hands rest on your thighs as you worked him over, and by the end of it, he was putty in your hands. You finished by laying a soft kiss to his velvet lips, and you were surprised when he kissed back and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight.
“Sweet man, I thought you were tired?” You smiled as he brought his eyes to rest on your face.
“No, mesh’la. I think I just got a second wind.” Din raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled as you felt him twitch hard underneath your crotch.
“No, you need to rest, my husband. You’re awfully tired.”
Din groaned as he buried his face against your sternum, grinding up against your through your clothing. You threaded your fingers through his curls and scraped your nails from his ears down to his neck, pulling a moan from deep in his throat.
“But I need to have you, just like this.” Din brought his hands up to untie the laces of your wrap dress, sliding his thick fingers under the fabric as it fell open. “Please? Can I taste your milk? You know I love to taste you, mesh’la.” He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts. You felt a thrill run through your body, finding it harder and harder to be stern with him.
“No, Din, you really need-” You gasped as he cupped your breast with one big hand and brought his mouth to the nipple. “You need…” But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember the next part of your orders. You let your dress slide down your arms and off your shoulders, pooling on the floor of the cockpit. Your panties were damp, and Din’s strong arm wrapped around you, holding you firmly in place.
“I know what I need, my sweet wife. I need you.” Din dove back to your breast with his hungry mouth, swirling the nipple with his tongue as his erection grew and pressed harder against your clothed cunt. You felt your milk prickling behind your areolas, knowing that if Din applied any suction, you would start leaking from both breasts, and then you would entirely lose control of this mission to get him to bed.
“No, Din, bed-” but he cut you off with a growl, something primal and low that rumbled from deep in his chest and took your breath away as he gripped you closer, teeth scraping against your budded nipple.
Din began to suckle, and you threw your head back with a gasp, clinging tightly to his shoulders as the muscles flexed under your touch. He was quiet but greedy, sucking at one side before moving to the other. The feel of your milk letting down made you moan, and giving in was just too easy, too sweet to resist. You let your husband take what he wanted, what he needed from you. There would be plenty for the baby still.
“You taste like the stars, sweet girl.” Din’s voice was a hoarse whisper in between his lapping, and his praises made you wetter. “You taste like honey and sunshine like this.”
“Diiinn…” Your head was fuzzy, wiped clean of everything except desire. “Din, please…”
You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, but Din took charge, lifting you half out of his lap so that he could free his cock, before hooking one thick finger and pulling your panties to the side. He swept the head of his penis back and forth against your slick folds and then thrust up inside, settling you back on his lap with his arm wrapped tight around your lower back.
“My wife, my girl,” he growled into your mouth as he worked you against him. You braced your feet as best you could, but Din was determined to do things his way. You let him pull and release you with that iron grip, canting your hips back and forth as he rocked you on his length. He ducked his head back down and lapped at you again and again.
All you could manage was a breathy, “Ohhh,” as he kept thrusting up into you at a steady pace. You grasped at his shoulders, his hair, anywhere you could find a purchase to steady yourself.
“My wife has the sweetest tits in the whole galaxy. Such a good girl, letting me fuck her like this.” Din’s eyes sparkled as he looked up at you. “Want me to fuck another warrior into you, mesh’la? Another baby?”
“Yes, oh!” You felt your climax start to unfurl, every nerve tingling as his cock rubbed against your clit from this angle.
Din suckled you again and again, pausing only to growl praises and promises up into your mouth.
“You’d like that? You want me to fill you up again? I’ll keep you pregnant all the time, full of milk for me and our babies.” His arm wrapped tighter around your waist as he fucked up inside of you harder. “Keep your tits full? Keep you dripping sweet milk, all for me?”
You nodded and kissed him. “Yes, please- yes, yes. Fill me up, Din. I want you to.”
“Come for me first, sweet girl.” Din cupped his free hand under your knee and lifted your leg high and open. “Touch yourself. I want my wife to come around my cock.”
Your hand flew down inside your panties to touch your clit, rubbing and pressing it in circles, trying desperately to follow his wishes. Finally you felt the finish coming. You gasped out to him as you came and Din kept his eyes pinned on your face as you cried out. Your cunt squeezed and milked his cock as he began to spurt his own release deep inside. Din let go of your leg, and both arms wrapped your waist in a vise grip as he ground himself into you and climaxed.
When you were both spent, Din brought both hands to cup your breasts, licking the last of your milk from the swollen nipples.
Din’s “Hmmmm…” reverberated through his lips, the deepest and most satisfied sound you could imagine. You felt him hot inside of you, and you were reluctant to lift yourself off his lap. He softened inside of you bit by bit as he licked your nipples, squeezing both breasts until he was satisfied that he had gotten every last drop.
You draped your arms around the back of Din’s neck and let his cheek rest against your breast, curling your fingers gently in the back of his hair and feeling him finally soften fully.
“Will you sleep well, my husband?” You gently teased him, a soft smile on your lips as you looked down at him and stroked his face.
Din looked up at you from under his lashes, and your heart ached at how peaceful his big brown eyes were, how comforted he looked there in your arms. You wanted him to look like that forever. You wished you could somehow wipe all worry and strain from his life. But maybe this was the best you could do for your husband, just comfort him and give him solace when he needed it most.
Din closed his eyes and breathed deeply, and you let him rest there a while longer.
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More cuteagen stories!!! You are a gift to the fandom Rawr, truly. May i interest you in one specific to our lovely Cats? Angry cuddles. Yowling and growling and hissing but still head butting their partners for attention and pets. My cat does this all the time and its hilarious! I cant get over the idea of Gaten sitting in Lethos lap and growling but still demanding his scritches.
Gaetan is getting better at asking for affection when he needs it. Letho’s endless patience is the balm to his chaotic anger…
“I’ve fucking had it!” Gaetan threw his swords down onto the rough-hewn planks of their current hiding place. It was an old manor house—or rather, what was left of it—abandoned since the unstoppable march of Nilfgaard into the northern kingdoms swallowed the surrounding area whole. There was a roof, a fireplace, and plenty of blankets lying about. Luxury compared to sleeping outside in the autumn rain.
“They not pay you?” Letho glanced up from his sewing.
“No,” Gaetan snarled. “They paid me half. And you know what? I should’ve taken the rest in blood. That’s the third fucking village that’s screwed us over. What’re they expecting us to do? Magic equipment out of thin fucking air? See if I help the next lot with their alghoul problem, see if I—.”
Gaetan continued to storm around the expanse of the room, unhooking his thigh bag full of potions and unbuckling the plates of his armour. The last thing to hit the deck was his gambeson, until he was storming about in a just his billowing grey shirt and wool trousers. Letho leaned back in his nest of pillows and blankets. And waited.
His small ball of fury was standing in the centre of the room, fists clenched, still spitting and cussing, but he was eyeing Letho’s lap and hands with intent. A pause. Letho adjusted and leaned back, presenting the bountiful surface of his lap for further consideration. Gaetan, who was still mid-tirade, decided that it would be far more pleasant to be comfortable, warm and angry, rather than aching, cold and angry. He stalked over and planted his ass in the centre of Letho’s lap, shaven head immediately pushing beneath that angular jaw.
“Like I was saying, they’re dicks, all of them. I was professional, tidy, I brought back more proof than I usually do—,” Letho stroked Gaetan’s back first; big, open palmed circles until tight muscles began to ease. He worked his way up to the back of his neck and squeezed ever so slightly, before dropping down to hunched shoulders, “—and then, they had the cheek to suggest I misremembered the amount they offered. Think ye’ got yer numbers wrong, witcha’. Fuck off did I get my numbers wrong, and—Letho, higher—then the pitchforks started looking a little sharp, and you know how much I hate pitchforks.”
“Mmhm,” Letho murmured, thumb smoothing over the back of Gaetan’s right shoulder. “But you walked away. That’s a good thing.”
“Why should I have to walk away? It’s not fucking fair. I put my—harder, lower, right… ahh, yeah, right there—I put my ass on the line, and they don’t even pay me. You know what? I’m going to quit. I’m going to be a fucking baker, Letho.”
“A stabby baker,” Letho nudged and adjusted Gaetan until they were facing each other, Gaetan’s knees either side of Letho’s hips. “You can’t poison people you don’t like either.”
“Then what’s the point in being a baker?” Gaetan’s voice grew softer as Letho continued his gentle massage. Those hands were so big, but so tender. His litany of anger faded, until his eyes began to slide closed. Letho’s heart beat strong and true beneath his ear, and his deep, rich scent underpinned that of the burning cedarwood logs in the firepit. “Mm. Could be worse.”
“Why’s that?”
“Could be on my own, couldn’t I?” Gaetan whispered, head tilting for a gentle nuzzle against the side of Letho’s neck.
“Mm.” Letho grinned and closed his eyes. You’ll never be alone again, moggy.
#rawrkinwrites#Vipurr#Letho#Gaetan#Angry Kitty#Stabby Kitty#Little Ball of Rage#Soft Kitty#Warm Kitty#Purr Purr Purr#That's How it Goes#right?
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Wish Upon A Star
This story is for @starr-fall-knight-rise and his Humans are space orcs stories.
Adam Vir, Jim Vir, Sunny, Ramirez, and Maverick all belong to him.
I love your work and the characters you have developed, I have not seen a story like this so I took the liberty of touching on the subject. I hope it is to your liking and my apologies if any character appears to be OOC.
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It started like any other day for Adam Vir; he got up, brushed his teeth, got dressed, and headed to the mess hall for breakfast, running into Sunny along the way the pair struck up a conversation about a topic relevant to them. They entered to find the area usually packed, “Commander over here,” a woman’s voice rang out, arm-waving through the air, “we saved you two a seat,” she added as the duo skirted around the room.
“What is going on?” Sunny asked from Vir’s side.
“It’s Thompson’s birthday,” Vir said, “you wait here with Maverick and Ramirez. I’ll be back with food,” he said, disappearing into the crowd.
“What is a birthday?” Sunny asked, sitting.
“It’s a way to mark the passage of time,” Maverick said, “its the day you were born, everyone has a birthday even if they celebrate it or not.
“That sounds like fun,” Sunny said.
“Do the Drev have anything like a birthday?” Ramirez asked.
“I have food,” Adam called placing a big bowl of green and golden colored flowers in front of Sunny and a plate of pancakes in front of his place, “round one is served.”
“How many helpings do you think you’ll make it this time?” Maverick asked with a smirk.
“I say three this time,” Ramirez said, standing, “off to get more, back in a sec.”
“Bet you a week of latrine duty, I can make it to four,” Vir said between bites.
“I’ll take it.”
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An hour later, Sunny left the mess hall caring Vir in her arm’s as he held his stomach, “you should have stopped at six,” Sunny chided.
“It was worth it,” Vir moaned before he belched, his face turned bright red, “my God Sunny, I’m so sorry!”
“It’s fine; Maverick makes worse noises when it’s just us girls.”
“I don’t want to know, sorry, though. Thanks for the lift.”
“Don’t worry about it and no problem, I don’t think you would have made it to the bridge without...what is the saying ‘tossing a cookie’ or something.”
Vir laughed as she lowered him to the floor, “it’s ‘tossing one’s cookies’ but close enough, thanks again.”
The pair walked on to the command deck, he and the crew enjoyed a peaceful morning and early afternoon when a call came from earth on a privet line.
“Patch it through,” Vir said, thinking it had to be some politician calling again for him to make an appearance, “This is Commander Vir of the Harbaginer who may I ask is calling?”
“Hello, Commander,” the silky voice of a woman greeted, “my name is Abagale Hexing. I am from the ‘Make-A-Wish’ foundation. I am sending authentication to you now.”
Vir looked to his communications officer, “it’s good, sir,” they said.
“Well, Mrs. Hexing, what can I do for you?” he asked, curious what they had to say.
“Please call me Hex; I am calling on behalf of one Nataly Ross, a 13-year-old with leukemia, which is a big fan of yours. Her wish is to meet you, Commander Vir.”
“Me!? Are you sure it’s me and not…
“It’s you; she wanted to be a scientist when she grew up and to go out into the stars to explore but didn’t think that was posable because she is missing both her legs. When she saw an interview with you from when the movie was coming out, well, she, in a sense, fell in love with what you represent. A chance to do what you want with nothing holding you back, but nature is a cruel mistress and cancer hit. She’s a trooper, but with everything, her body can’t keep up, and her final wish is to meet you.”
Silence ran through the bridge before Vir spoke up, “I don’t know what I can do for you; we are far out from the earth.”
“I know, it took two months to be able to call you, and I did explain to her that a face to face meeting would be almost imposable, but I was thinking about a conference call so you can talk with her.”
“You know what let me make a few calls...give me two hours,” he said, hanging up with the agent.
“Are you alright, Adam?” Sunny asked, seeing a single tear roll down his face.
“I’ll...I’ll be fine.”
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Two weeks later Vir found himself packing a suitcase for the final leg of his trip to Chicago, his father had picked him up at the airport an hour ago, and now he was settling into his old room.
“Where’s mom?” he asked, coming into the kitchen to see pizza boxes.
“At the gala in New York,” Jim said, taking a glass from the cabinet.
“Oh, right forgot that was coming up, thanks again for letting me stay.”
“You’re always welcome home. Now eat your mother cant know I had a pie well she was gone she would have my hide.”
The Vir men laughed and had a long night of catching up before Jim shooed his son to the bedroom, the following morning Vir took to the air in a civilian transport that he found noisy and overcrowded. He landed three hours later in one of the older cities of the country. It still held such beauty despite how small it is.
Making his way to the hospital he met Hex in the main lobby, “I can’t believe you came, thank you so much, Nataly will love this,” Hex said as they moved towards the elevator.
“It’s the least I can do; I’m still having a hard time believing someone wants to meet me, and not someone of the dozen spices we’ve meet.”
“That would have been far easier like I said it took two months to get in contact with you and another month before that to find the right department. They kept messing with me, what are the odds of calling six departments and getting someone named Adam every time.”
Vir snorted at that, “yes, what are the odds,” he said.
They arrived, and Hex entered first, “hey Nataly, do you remember me?” she asked.
“Ya, your that ‘Make-A-Wish person,” came the quiet voice.
Vir’s breath caught he’s heard voices like that before, ones laden with regret, pain, and hope all in one, “well we managed to get in contact with Commander Vir, but…
“He’s a busy man and can’t make it; I know my dad said it was a stupid idea to ask…
Vir stepped into the room, “well your dad is wrong, kid,” he said enjoying the shocked look on the parent’s faces from the other side of the hospital bed, but not as much a seeing the light in the girl’s eyes, they were bright green like his, he noticed.
“Oh. My. God, it’s...it’s...it’s…”
“Your name is Nataly, right?”
“He knows my name,” the girl squealed, “Commander Vir knows my name!!!”
“Call me Adam; Hex here said your a big fan, and...well, you have me for the whole day.”
Hours flew by for the Commander, he enjoyed every minute of his time with Nataly, she’s smart, funny, a bit crazy basically a mini him, he could see her becoming a brilliant and well-respected scientist.
He forgot why he had been called and why the child had been in the hospital in the first place, “you know I could see you working on my ship one-day, you’d fit right in,” he said over dinner.
Nataly’s face fell at his words, “unfortunately, ‘one-day’ won’t come for me,” she said, “sorry I didn’t mean to kill the mood…”
“It’s alright, I should be the one to apologize, mouth meets foot,” Vir chuckled.
“It’s time for bed, Nat,” Nataly’s father said, “thank you, Commander, for today, I haven’t seen my little girl so happy,” he added, walking Vir out of the room.
“I’m glad she had fun.”
“Have a safe trip home.”
“I will thank you.”
Three more weeks pass before Vir returned to the Harbangier and back on duty, those weeks had been a blur for him as he thought long and hard on the situation he had been in with Nataly.
He decided before walking on to the bridge; he would do it again in a heartbeat.
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Note: Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed.
Story two: https://nmjd1234isazombie.tumblr.com/post/613680391235289088/the-reunion-tour
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can you do 3 and 4 for mando? :)
3. Don't be nervous, you can come closer
4. I'm sorry, my bed is so old
This kinda long, swear I cant write anything without turning into a keen bean lol
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You felt relieved as you saw the Razor Crest come into view, eager to be rid of the heavy bag of supplies you needed to repair the ship.
Din had made an emergency landing after being attacked by an old colleague of his who was still annoyed about his actions surrounding The Child, eager to return the bounty and reap the rewards. Din had disposed of him, but not before sustaining substantial damage to the ship.
He had landed on the closest planet, where you had both endured a two day trek to the closest village, and a three day trek back with two bags of heavy parts and tools.
"We can begin repairs in the morning. It's too late to start now." Din declared.
"And I'm exhausted." You added, dumping your bag by the entrance. You were tired and aching, and craved nothing more than a good night's sleep.
Din nodded in agreement before making his way to the upper deck. You hesitated by your own bunk on the lower deck. Usually you slept here, but while you had been on your excursion, you and Din had slept next to each other, sharing the single blanket you could fit in your supply bag.
Truthfully, you had grown used to his presence as you slept. It was grounding, making it easier to sleep in the bitter cold. Now you were back on the Razor Crest, things would have to return to normal.
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Your attempts to sleep had been futile. After tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable, you realised it was no use. You needed Din.
Swallowing your pride, you made your way to the upper deck.
"Din?" You whisper yelled, hoping he wasn't already asleep. You heard movement before a light was switched on. Immediately you covered your eyes with your hands, just incase he didn't have his helmet on.
"It's fine, you can look."
You peeked between your fingers before lowering your hands. He waited for you to speak first, but your words caught in your throat, suddenly shy.
"What is it?" He prompted, his voice soft.
"Can I sleep up here?"
"Is there something wrong?" His voice was laced with concern.
"Yes. No." You sighed. "I can't sleep. It feels weird sleeping on my own now."
He shifted over and lifted the covers, giving you a non verbal answer.
"Are you sure? I can wear a blindfold so you don't have to leave your helmet on."
"I can leave it on." He patted the space beside him to try and encourage you to move.
"Are you sure?" You repeated, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"I left it on every night we were outside."
"That was different." You looked around for something to cover your eyes. You settled for some of the strips of spare material you had by the med kit. "If I wear this, will you sleep without it?"
"Yes."
Happy with his answer, you slowly climbed under the covers next to him. You put the material in his outstretched hand, and turned around for him to put it on you. He sat up, tying a knot at the back, his hands brushing against your hair.
"Thank you." You said as you heard him remove his helmet. You were still unsure about yourself, even more so now you couldn't see.
"Don't be shy, you can come closer." His raspy voice sounded behind you.
You settled down into the pillows, pulling the covers up over your shoulders. The sound of a spring in the mattress caused you to still, worried you'd accidentally broken something.
"I'm sorry, my bed is so old."
His comment initiated a small laugh from you. Finding a new found confidence, you reached behind you and grabbed his wrist, pulling it forward so his arm was wrapped around you. You settled back, enjoying the feeling of his warm body pressed against your back.
"Is this okay?" You whispered.
He hummed in response, tightening his arm around your waist.
#kinda an abrupt ending lol#the mandalorian requests#the mandalorian one shot#the mandalorian x reader#the mandalorian fanfiction#din djarin requests#din djarin one shot#din djarin oneshot#din x reader#din djarin x reader#din djarin fanfiction#mando x reader#mando x you#mando fanfiction
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22. Argy-Bargy
Gwen adjusts to life in Limsa Lominsa just as easily as she had in Ul’dah, though with much less to fill her time. She settles into a familiar routine of leves and odd jobs while waiting for the Admiral’s reply to the Sultana, exploring the city and surrounding La Noscea in the process.
Something that stumps her for a bit, however, is the dialect. Or rather, the dialect that a few certain Lominsans seem to have. The Lominsan accent itself is easy to adjust to, but there are a few folk she’s overheard in passing or at the Drowning Wench that almost sounded as though they were speaking a different language-- or at least part of one, as what she’d heard sounded more like peppering foreign words into an otherwise understandable sentence.
“Ah. Sounds like ye heard a few o’ them Dutiful Sisters,” Baderon says when she asks about it. “Tend to be a quiet lot, but every group has one or two what can’t lower their voice to save their bloody lives.”
Gwen tilts her head curiously, surprised he’s so certain when she hasn’t had the chance to tell him more than a few of the strange words she’d overheard. She hasn’t even described the people, or what she thought they were talking about.
“Surprised I’m so sure?” he asks with a laugh. “I know this city and the folk in it like the back ‘o me hand, lass, and them Dutiful Sisters are the only folk around what toss around jargon like ‘cove’ an’ ‘argy-bargy’ an’ ‘fambles.’”
She hums thoughtfully. Right, that would make it rather easy to identify them, wouldn’t it? The name ‘Dutiful Sisters’ does ring a bell, now that she’s thinking on it. She’s caught a few mentions of, ‘The Dutiful Sisters of the Edelweiss,’ but nothing particularly informative. “Who are they?”
“A curious lot,” Baderon says with another laugh. “But a mighty decent one, as Lominsans go. Aside from that? Ye’ll have to ask ‘em yerself. Actually.” He makes a considering sound and gives her an appraising look, folding his arms and drumming his fingers on the crook of his elbow. “Actually, speakin’ o that…”
He abruptly ducks down below the counter, out of sight. She hears him muttering under his breath as he rummages around, wood scraping, metal clinking and paper rustling. When he straightens up again, just as abruptly, he has a plainly wrapped box in his hands. “It just so happens this here is meant for the Dutiful Sisters. Soddin’ postmoogle has his pom in a knot and dropped it here by mistake. What say ye go and deliver it for me? Then ye can meet the Sisters for yerself.”
Gwen tilts her head thoughtfully, considering. It’s plain enough these ‘Dutiful Sisters’ aren’t all they seem, but Baderon proved he isn’t the sort to purposefully steer people wrong or put them in danger. Cautiously prudent as she is about what the Sisters themselves do, her curiosity is certainly piqued, and delivering a package would certainly give her a reason to seek them out and learn a bit more about them. Not to mention she has time to spare. The Admiral had been pretty plain that her response would take a week or two to compose, and Gwen has naught to do in the meantime but wait and work. And try to track down that ‘associate’ Thancred had mentioned, though he’d --purposefully, she’s absolutely certain of it-- given her very little information that might actually help her do that.
There are worse ways to waste a few bells than delivering a package and getting answers for her questions. Who knows, perhaps she’ll stumble upon Thancred’s mysterious associate during her delivery. She’ll just need to keep her wits about her and her ears open… ha, so what else is new?
Gwen meets Baderon’s expectant look with a smile and a nod.
“Perfect. Two birds with one stone,” he says with a grin, pushing the package across the counter. “Right, then. Ye’ll need to make yer way to the Lower Decks and head for the Fistherman’s Guild. From there, set yer eyes south across the jetty and ye’ll see a big red door. Somewhere around you’ll find the doorman, one-eyed fella called Lonwoerd. Hand over that there box and tell him I sent ye, and he’ll set ye straight.”
The little box is heavy for its size, something inside shifting around as she lifts it from the counter. She tucks it securely under her arm, considers her course, then heads for the Lift.
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Argy-bargy - phrase
A fight
Not thieves’ cant, but it sounds like it could be to me XDD
The Rogue’s Guild is... interesting for Gwen XD They already know who she is, as they caught word of her deeds in Ul’dah and that she was coming to see the Admiral and hanging out. They're impressed by her skills and general do-good, go-getter scrappiness, but much less so with her ineptitude with stealth. She learns a bit of knifework and daggers and does a few jobs with/for them, but she doesn’t stick around for long. She’s leaves on good terms and stays friendly with the Dutiful Sisters of the Edelweiss after the fact, but she’s not really a part of the Rogue’s Guild.
Like @autumnslance, I picture Gwen basically doing the intro storylines for every city before joining the Scions. She starts in Ul’dah and completes that intro storyline first, then travels to the other city states as the Sultana’s emissary and does their intro storylines and lowbie dungeons, getting acquainted with the other Scions along the way. Limsa Lominsa and Sastasha are second, then Gridania and Tam Tara Deepcoft happen last. Then she returns to Ul’dah (and meets the Levellieur twins & Brendt on the carriage ride into the city) does the Copperbell Mines, and then finally gets recruited by Thancred to join the Scions.
I haven’t decided how long all of this takes (probably a couple of months?? Half a year??), or if I want to cut out any extraneous quests or anything, but that’s basically the gist of it.
#ffxivwrite2020#Guinevere Ashe#My writing#the early/intro days#A Realm Reborn#Limsa Lominsa#Rogue's Guild#Dutiful Sisters of the Edelweiss#I like writing Lominsan accents actually#But I think I lean into it a little too hard sometimes XD#some storyline blabbing in the comment#I'll make an actual storyline post at some point...#...once I've hammered it all out myself >.>#whenever I do that I'll cut out that block of text hahaha
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Telling the Paladins Your Pregnant Preference
Request; Can I be your first Voltron request? Reader being pregnant with the paladins baby and revealing to them?
They start getting shorter towards the end :/ sorry
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Pidge
"What're you gonna name him?"
Your eyes watch as Pidge pulls the small chip from the computer, grinning at her older brother and jogging up to him and the robot next to him,
"How about Chip?" She teases, holding up the chip between her fingers and handing it to Matt,
"You and your puns," Matt shakes his head, Pidge shrugging sheepishly and placing her glasses on the robots nose,
"Sorry, I just cant wait for someone else around the house," She hops on her toes, looking over at you when you stand from her desk,
"Maybe we wont have to," Chest tightening, you watch Pidge tilt her head in confusion, before she follows your hands placed at your stomach,
It takes her mind a full half minute to process your gesture, before she gasps, loudly, "Oh my God! It worked!?"
You nod, tearily, hand coming to your cheek as you sniffle,
"It worked!" Pidge turns to Matt sharply, grin hurting her face, "Oh my gosh, Im gonna be a momma!" She turns back to you, "You're going to be a momma!"
You laugh, Pidge running up to you, hands at your face, "This is amazing," She pecks your lips, "This small piece of tech could help millions of women wanting to be mothers," Pidge takes your hand, tugging you outside of the shed, "Mom! Dad! You're going to be grandparents!"
"It worked?" Samuel turns to the two teenagers, your eye's already red from tears of excitement,
"Oh that's great!" Colleen embraces you, your eyes pinching shut as your arms slide to her back, "Congratulations! If you need any help during the pregnancy dont be afraid to ask!"
Colleen leans back, hand wiping your leaked tears, "Now that means no more skipping meals and sleep to work all night, both of you, understood?"
She eyes Pidge,
"But Im not the one pregnant," Pidge reminds, Colleen rolling her eye's,
"Yes but Y/N is also going to become very moody and very touch starved. We dont need you out of her reach or snapping at her from being too tired," Colleen demands, your eyes looking at the ex paladin next to you,
Pidge crosses her arms, faking a pout, "Yes mother,"
Keith
Keith was easy to find. If he wasnt in his lion or with the team, he was either asleep, with you, or training,
He hasn't been in his room all day, and he hasnt seen you since lunch, so that only meant one place,
The training deck
Watching him clash bayards with the training bot, you lean against the thick wall behind you, twirling the small device in your hand behind your back,
You had woken up sick for the past week. Asking Coran and being placed in the healing pod for two minutes, Coran revealed you were in fact pregnant,
He had transfered the reveal to a smaller device, claiming it would be easier to show Keith that way, and calmly pressured you to talk to the Red Paladin
So here you were, face flushed with terror and stomach tightening as if threatening to puke again for the second time that day,
Keith watches as the bot vanishes in defeat, before his gaze finally catches you and his smile is back on his face,
"Hey," He pants, clasping his bayard on his belt and walking up to you, "Want to train?"
"I think I enjoy just watching you," You smile, placing your lips over his slowly, "I need to show you something,"
"Sure," He heaves, brushing black hair from his face and looking down at your extended hand, "Whats this?"
He lifts the small device, two pink lines visible,
"Coran gave it to me after I was put in the healing pod," You speak quietly, Keiths eyes snapping up to yours,
"Why were you in the healing pod?" His hand presses to your forehead, "You okay?"
"Im fine," You smile, "Keith, Im pregnant,"
"You're-" Keith inhales, looking back down to the lines, "You're pregnant? And its mine?"
"No its Zarkons," You shoot, rolling your eye's, "Yes its yours,"
"I'm going to be a dad?" Keith slides his hand into his hair, stepping back, "What if I become just like my father? Abandon you and the baby?"
"You won't," You grasp his shirt, pulling him back to you and placing his large hand at your stomach, "Because you aren't your father, you're Keith Kogane, the father to my baby,"
"This is the worse timing ever," Keith groans, head falling back, "You're not allowed to leave the ship, understood?"
"Yes sir," You grin, Keith dropping the device to cup your face and pull your lips back onto his,
Shiro
"I'm what?"
You step out of the healing pod, eyes wide on the red head in front of you,
"Pregnant!" Coran smiles, twirling his mustache in his finger, "And I hope its Shiros, no?"
"Of course its Shiros! Whose else would it be?" You grasp your hair, eyes watering,
"What's going on?" Shiro steps into the medic bay with Allura on his tail, catching you covering your face, "Is everything okay?"
"Wonderful, actually," Coran raises an eyebrow, "Congratulations,"
"On what?" Shiro furrows his eyebrows together, looking at you, "Y/N, are you okay?"
You slide your hands from your now stained cheeks, sniffling, "I-I dont know," You shake your head, Shiro looking at Coran before pulling you against him, "Coran, whats going on?"
"Well you see," Coran clears his throat, "Have You noticed Y/N getting sick lately?"
"Yes," Shiro nods, "But I thought it was just from the food goo. Maybe eating it too much,"
"Im pregnant," You pull back before Coran could reveal, looking up at the man, "Its yours,"
"Oh Y/N, thats great!" Allura smiles, Shiro blinking, his hands tightening at your waist,
"Pregnant? In the middle of war?" Shiro swallows, and you hug yourself, looking down,
"Y/N will be safe here in the castle with us, of course," Coran nods once, Shiro tilting your chin up so your eyes were forced to meet his,
"We'll work it out," His thumb drags over your cheek,
"You're not mad?" You whisper, Shiro smiling weakly and pulling you closer, lips bonding to yours,
"How could I be mad? Im going to be a dad,"
Lance
"No wonder the bed was cold,"
You glance up and over your shoulder at a voice, eyes landing on Lance standing in his plad blue pjs, "You're in here by yourself and not in bed with me,"
"Couldnt sleep," You force your lips together, turning back to the tea Coran had made you,
"Everything okay?" Lance pulls a stool next to you, sitting down and resting a hand at your upper back, "You look pale,"
"Im pregnant," You pinch your eyes shut, before turning to face Lance. His hand had retracted, eyes staring at your face for what seems like hours but its only a minute,
"Please say something," You squeak, eyes brinming with tears Lance instantly notices,
"No no no!" Lance quickly remembers it late at night, lowering his voice, "Dont cry," His hands slide to your face, laugh weak, "This is amazing,"
"It is?" You swallow, "But we're in the middle of battling Honvera, our reality could be destroyed,"
"All of that doesnt matter," Lance stands up, raising you to your feet and pulling you into his chest, "Because I know once we go back to earth, my family is going to be thrilled,"
"They're going to flip," You choke out a laugh, looking up at the boy, "I cant believe this is happening,"
Lance flashes you his famous grin, kneeling doen and placing his hands at your stomach, softly speaking a flurry of Spanish you dont understand,
Putting a hand in his hair, you sniff, Lance standing back up and pressing his lips against yours, eyes shutting,
"Too bad its night time and everyones asleep,"
"Whys that?"
"Because I really want to yell in Shiros face that theres a new Space Dad in town,"
Hunk
You hadnt meant to wake him up. He looked so peaceful in the three seconds you got to look at his face, before your body forced itself to the bathroom to kneel at the toilet,
You thought you were quiet, but the hair pulling itself from your face was an answer alone that Hunk had followed you to check up on you,
"Thats the third time this week youve thrown up," Hunk frowns, grabbing a hair band to pull your hair into a messy bun, "And its only Tuesday,"
"Guess I just have the jitters," You force a laugh, coughing into the toilet and groaning, Hunks hand running up your back, "Or the stomach bug,"
"I can make you some green tea," Hunk suggests, your watery eyes looking at him and catching his soft smile, "Itll help ease your stomach,"
You nod, wiping your mouth and flushing the toilet, taking Hunks hand to stand on your own two feet, "I'll go see if Coran can give me a check up," You put a hand on your stomach, Hunk wrapping his arm at your waist to help you out of your shared bedroom,
"You two alright?"
You look over, Pidge standing just outside her door and staring, "I heard someone running,"
"Sorry I woke you up Pidge," You say genuinely, Pidge waving you off,
"Can you make sure she gets to Coran okay? Im going to make her tea," Hunk steps back from you, Pidge taking his spot by grasping your arm,
"You know, I dont want to spook you," Pidge looks up at you, "But weird food cravings? Sudden tiredness? Sickness? I think you might be pregnant,"
"What?" You dont notice your knees buckle until Pidge has her arms at your torso, and Keith is running up to throw your arm around his shoulder and lead you to the medic bay,
"Oh quiznack!" Coran starts up a healing pod, waving you inside, "What happened?"
"Coran, I think Y/N's pregnant," Pidge admits her theory, the shatter of a cup making the three turn to face Hunk, his eyes wide and face pale,
"She's what?" Hunk squeaks, Coran looking over in time for the pod to ding,
"Yep," He leans back, your body stepping out, "Y/Ns pregnant. Three weeks exact,"
Your wide eyes look at Hunk, before you yelp when his arms wrap around you, lifting you up,
"Holy- this is amazing!" Hunk sets you down, grin wide, "I mean, Im not ready to be a dad yet but no dad ever is,"
"I'm pregnant?" You murmur, hand running through your hair, "Oh God, I need to sit down," You pinch your eyes shut, Hunk lifting you and placing you on the table nearest to the pods,
"Its always a shock at first to new mothers," Coran explains, Pidge bringing in a new cup of tea, "But you will both be great parents, I can reassure,"
"Im not ready to be a mom!" You cry out, "I'm only nineteen, I was wanting to go to college and get married first- you know if our reality doesnt get destroyed, which, how the hell am I supposed to fight Honvera if Im pregnant!?"
"Well of course you wont be fighting," Coran clicks his tongue,
"But we'll need Voltron, shes the white lion," Keith reminds,
"Can we focus on the bigger picture here?" Pidge snaps, "Theres a baby Y/N or Hunk in here," She grins, hand at your stomach, "Maybe she'll inherit Hunks cooking skills,"
"That would be amazing!" Hunk cheers, your tears visible in his eye's, "Y/N, you have nothing to be afraid of," Hunk places a hand at your cheek, wiping away a tear,
"But what if something happens? I lost my father to the military and my mom struggled to raise me alone," You grasp at his yellow shirt, sniffling into his chest,
"Hunk is going to be there for your baby," Pidge declares, "And thats a promise Im making myself,"
#hunk garrett imagine#hunk garrett x reader#hunk garrett#keith imagine#keith x reader#voltron keith#keith kogane#takashi shirogane#shiro x reader#shiro imagine#shiro#pidge imagine#pidge x reader#pidge gunderson#lance imagine#lance x reader#lance mcclain#lance
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Chapter 21
A steamy, romantic, champagne fuelled hot tub was bound to get a bit handsy. You had to make things up to Taron and he didn’t seem surprised in the slightest when your fingers delved beneath the waistband of his swimming shorts. His semi soon became rock hard at your touch, slowly working down to his balls and then rubbing your thumb over his tip. He didn’t even try to hide his grin, just relaxed back smugly and let you see how much he was enjoying it. Your other hand caressed over his chest and shoulder, up to the back of his neck as you kissed him and into the back of his hair as you started to whisper filth into his ear.
“You feel so big, it’s making me throb for you.” Taron responded instantly, dropping his arms from the sides of the hot tub back into the water so his hands could take hold of your waist and move you to straddle over his thighs. “You like that?” You hummed back as you tugged his shorts lower and set him free. There was only a hungry kiss in response as his hands dropped to squeeze your bum.
“I really want to, but we can’t, not in here.” He looked over his shoulder to see the bistro chairs left on the other side of the balcony and then back into your eyes.
“You want me to ride you on one of those chairs? Out here in the open?... Or I could bend over the railing and you can take me from behind?” Even suggesting your ideas out loud was turning you on and you knew Taron could feel you tensing your thighs in excitement.
“Fucking hell, yes. It’ll be cold but if you keep talking like that it won’t take long.”
“Come on then.” You smirked and then giggled as you stood up from Taron and climbed out the hot tub, rushing over to the edge of the balcony and then leaning out to check that no one else could see you from either side. Once you’d seen it was all clear you flattened out your back and left your arse up for Taron, feeling his fingers tug your bikini to one side. “Pull them down, halfway down my thighs so I can feel everything.”
“Jesus this is hot.” Taron commented under his breath as he followed your instructions and was then quick to push himself into you and feel your warmth surround his erection. He wasted no time, thrusting hard and fast as he held onto your hips and had you rocking with him.
“Oh, yes! Fuck. Yeah!” You cried out as every move Taron made felt incredible. He didn’t let up the pace, panting heavily behind you as his eyes were fixed to the sight of his hips slamming against your arse. You wanted to be able to take a moment to look up, to look out into the forest and remember where you were, what you were doing and how fucking good it felt, but Taron never gave you chance. This was a quickie for sure. There had been so much pent up tension between you, mostly anger and frustration but getting to release it like this was the best possible outcome for both of you. Your orgasm rushed through your body, hitting you hard and fast, and leaving you breathless. Taron lost it just after you did, spilling out in such a rush that drips landed on the decking between your feet.
“Fucking hell, we’re good.” He sighed as he supported you into an upright position against his warm chest and then pulled your bikini back up into place. “We’re definitely having sex again tonight.”
“It’s our anniversary, we’re having sex all night.”
“But we’ve got a romantic dinner to get through first so hold those naughty thoughts.” He left a kiss to your cheek before wrapping one of the large, soft towels around your shoulders and leading you inside.
You started to fill the roll top bath, adding in the complimentary bubbles and then noticed Taron watching you from the doorway through to the bedroom. An offer for him to join you was made but he declined it, preferring to admire you as you stripped bare and relaxed back into the warm water with a sigh.
“Still not tempting?”
“I was thinking I could have a shower instead.” His eyebrow cocked to the walk in shower at the end of the bath and you nodded in agreement as you realised you’d have the perfect view of him whilst he was in there. There was no need to be subtle either as you took in every inch of his skin. Watching his shoulder blades as he rubbed the shampoo suds over his hair, then taking in his chest as he turned around beneath the falling water. He caught your eye contact for a second and then smiled as he saw you look down his body to his cock, his hand deliberately stroking down his length a few times as he watched you watching him. You were in heaven. You considered getting yourself off in the bath but decided to hold onto the feelings of arousal for the rest of the night, knowing something amazing would come of it in a matter of hours. Taron appeared to do the same, resisting his semi and reaching for the soap for distraction. The rewards would be worth it.
You smiled up to your boyfriend as he offered out his hand to help you out of the bath. The thirsty kiss he left to your lips could easily have led you straight into bed, but instead you wrapped a fresh towel around his hips and sent him on his way.
“Stop tempting me, I need to be hungry not horny.”
Having taken a minute to compose yourself you walked into the bedroom to find Taron in a black pair of boxers, only now unpacking one of the weekend bags he’d brought. Your new dress was hanging on the wardrobe door.
“Y’know I was quite concerned by what you might have packed, seeing as you did most of it in the dark. These are a cute touch though.” You nudged your toe against your favourite pair of silver heels, the ones you’d worn on your first proper date with Taron, which were waiting at the foot of the bed. “So do I get any underwear or am I going commando to dinner?”
“Like I’d forget my favourite part!” Taron scoffed back as he pulled his chosen pair of knickers out of the bag and threw them at you. “Bras and dresses are a minefield so I did grab a few extras from your drawer, hopefully one of them works?”
“This one’s perfect, so don’t worry.” You reassured him with a kiss to the cheek as you collected the one you wanted. “Let me unpack the rest of this too, you’ve done more than enough today.”
“Nah-ah. Bags are off-limits all weekend for you.”
“Why? What are you hiding in there?”
“Things for tomorrow!” Taron replied innocently whilst folding his arms across his chest.
“What did we say? No more secrets, no more surprises... So what’s in the bag?”
“Argh, fine…Coats, umbrellas, wellies and your beanie too. But it might be too windy for the umbrellas so we’ll see… Go on, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He added as you looked back to him with confusion.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you, I’m just wondering why that was being kept as a surprise? I saw the map of the grounds earlier and that there was a woodland walk that leads down to the coast. I was going to suggest it tomorrow if you’d not booked us in for something else at the spa.”
“Oh. Well that’s good then… apart from the weather looking crap for tomorrow.”
“Stop trying to make everything perfect!” You teased him lovingly, reaching out for his arm and stroking his soft skin. “Whatever happens, whatever the weather does, I don’t mind one bit as long as I’m with you so stop over-thinking all of this. Why don’t you grab a few of those little bottles of gin from the kitchen and bring them back in here so we can have a drink whilst we get ready?”
“Alright, sounds good. Sorry for stressing.” His face softened as he leaned in to kiss you quickly. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
A glass of gin and tonic was placed next to your makeup brushes a few minutes later and you spotted Taron relaxing back on the bed, still wearing only his boxers. He had an ipad in his hands and was reading the screen closely.
“We need to select what we want for breakfast in the morning. There’s this hatch thing by the front door and they deliver it to us so we can have it in bed, or on the balcony if it’s sunny.”
“That’s such a good idea! What can we pick from?”
“Absolutely everything. Croissants, toast, eggs, full English, waffles, pancakes, fruit, bread and hams, bagels… it’s never ending!”
“Wow,” You spun around on your chair to face Taron. “Get a selection then? I don’t know what I’m going to want… might depend on how much of an appetite I’ve worked up over night.”
“Naughty.” Taron sniggered. “I’m ordering the unhealthy things seeing as we’re only here for one night. I’ve also booked us a lift back up to the main house for dinner in 15 minutes so we’d better get a move on.”
You gently curled your last strands of hair, wriggled your little black dress up over your hips and secured the ankle straps of your silver heels before standing in front of the full length mirror to check you’d not missed something. Taron appeared in the view behind you, a crisp white shirt tucked into his navy suit trousers but with the top two buttons left undone and the sleeves neatly turned up to his elbows. He caught you admiring his reflection and stepped in behind you, his hands naturally resting on the sides of your hips, and nose burying in against your neck so he could inhale the sweet scent of your favourite perfume.
“Gorgeous,” He whispered. “Utterly gorgeous.”
You grabbed your jackets on the way out and walked hand in hand down the wooden bridge to the awaiting cart, ready to start your anniversary evening together.
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Drawing Darcy
Rating: PG (part of the scenario ask game)
Word Count: 3,071
Summary: Tae loves taking random photos of you secretly, and one day when you're looking through his phone you find out
Taehyung’s hair is slightly fuzzy on the back of his neck.
The cut is messy, blending into the peach of his skin but you cannot tell him this, because then he would know you were staring. Right now, you are supposed to be looking at the professor’s slide deck, not at Taehyung but, sneaking another glance, you confirm this fact to yourself. Yes, definitely fuzzy.
Slouching lower, you drum your pen against the paper and pretend to be paying attention to the board when really, all you cant think about is him.
Him, meaning Taehyung. Your best friend, Taehyung, with the too-long fringe in the back. Taehyung, who is squinting up at the slides because he forgot his glasses in the dorm and cannot be bothered to grab them. Your best friend, Taehyung, who has no idea you are looking at him because your best friend, Taehyung, has no idea you like him.
It started out innocently enough, as most things do. He was the friend of a friend, the boy who roomed with the boy you crushed on freshman year. Each time you went over he would be present, hanging off the edge of his bunk bed and throwing out suggestive comments with the arrogance of someone who knows they will get away with it. When you and Taehyung’s roommate began to date, you wound up spending more time with Taehyung than anyone else. His roommate worked out a lot, was captain of the crew team and spent most of his free time in various states of gym clothes.
While you waited for your boyfriend to come home from practice (or ‘bulking up,’ as he called it), you would be in his room, sprawled out on their futon, eating their chips and inevitably watching Taehyung play video games out of boredom. He was fun to be around because you could pretty much tell him anything and he would just grunt and agree. You ended up telling him more than you meant to – and one day, you realized he was listening.
“It’s just...” Sighing, you dug around in the bag for that perfect crinkle-cut. “I feel like I have to filter everything I say around him. Anytime I give my actual opinion, he looks at me like I’m crazy – which drives me crazy. I have opinions!” you declared, waving the chip. “I have a lot of them and true, not all of them are winners, but I wish he didn’t make me feel so –”
“Y/N,” Taehyung interrupted, tossing his controller aside.
You blinked. You had never seen Taehyung stop playing like that. The game was still happening, his character getting pulverized onscreen but he turned roughly to face you.
“Taehyung, what are you doing?”
“Break up with him,” he demanded, completely serious.
“I – what?” you gaped. Taehyung was your boyfriend’s roommate, his friend – the turn of events was startling, to say the least.
Taehyung flicked the hair from his eyes. “I’ve been sitting here for months, listening to everything wrong about your relationship and while, yeah, everyone bitches about their significant other – not this much,” he informed, slightly red in the face. “It sounds like he’s a real dick, most of the time. Even if he’s my friend, that doesn’t give him a free pass and you deserve better.”
That was it.
Taehyung picked up the remote, sunk back into his game and you sat there, staring at him on the couch. Even after you and his roommate did break up (Taehyung was right, he was a prick), the two of you remained friends.
Which brings you full-circle to today’s state of affairs. You are completely, totally in love with your best friend and he has no idea.
It is not your fault, honestly. It is Taehyung’s fault, with his stupid, square smile and that stupid, high brow and his stupid, smooth skin. He has this way of making you feel at ease with just a look or a word, or a weird quirk of his eyebrows. It is his fault you like him, because Taehyung is perfect. Okay, maybe not perfect. Perfect is a dangerous word, as Taehyung likes to say. He laughs at your books and TV shows, since you tend you slot yourself with the hopeless romantics of the world – the ones who sit waiting for their perfect white knight, an ideal which Taehyung continuously scoffs at.
“None of those guys are real,” he chided you once, poking your sketchbook with his big toe. “You’re so obsessed with drawing that one guy – what’s his name, again?”
“Mr. Darcy,” you responded, automatic. “The Colin Firth version, not the reboot.”
“Right.” Taehyung arched a brow. “He’s not real, Y/N.”
“Oh?” Ignoring this, you continued to sketch – that was your major, after all. A graphic designer, always half-in and out of reality. “No shit, he’s a fictional character. He’s one I happen to like, though.”
“A romantic, idealistic character who urges the female population to buy into this notion that hey! That guy’s an ass but maybe he’s just misunderstood and maybe he likes me and how romantic,” Taehyung batted his eyelashes in your direction, “that all is!”
“Shut up,” you grunted, continuing to sketch. “Until I can find a normal guy who makes my heart flutter like he does, I’m going to continue to draw Darcy.”
Glancing down at your notebook, you quickly shut it, since it is all filled with Taehyung.
Taehyung stands from his seat, stretching both arms overhead and it seems almost on purpose – the bottom of his shirt rides up to reveal a tan, flat strip of stomach. You look quickly away. Taehyung is not perfect. He is better. He is real and solid and entirely human. He is different from you, always keeping you on your toes and making you discover things about yourself you did not think possible.
Taehyung is a business major of some sort, with a minor in Photography and while you always carry a sketchbook and pencils, he is continually lugging around a giant camera for ‘spontaneous brilliance.’
Like now. Taehyung finishes stretching, lowering his camera over the panes of his chest. He looks at you, quirking a brow. “That was boring,” Taehyung complains, watching students stream by. “Probably the worst lecture of the past three months, what do you think?”
Trying not to smile, you follow him up the steps of the lecture hall. “Oh, I don’t know. The one on endocrinology was stranger.”
“Really?” Taehyung pushes open the door. “I thought that one was interesting.”
“Well, sure.” You nod, tucking your sketchbook away. “What was weird is that it took place in Theology 101.”
“Ah, true.” Taehyung grins, spinning when you exit the quad. “Smile,” he instructs, snapping a pic. “Fuck, blurry.”
“Taehyung,” you groan, shoving both hands in between you. “Stop! I barely put on make-up this morning.”
“And still.” Taehyung snaps another pic. “You look ravishing. Oh – damn. Blurry again.”
“Lord,” you laugh, pushing past him. “I have to get to Anthro – see you later! We’re still on for dinner, right?” you ask, turning around as you walk.
“Yeah,” Taehyung nods, still observing his camera. “Meet at my dorm room, okay?”
“See you then!”
Walking away from him, you clutch your drawings tighter. You are not sure when the drawings began turning to Taehyung. There was a night last year, when you woke around 3:00 AM but, instead of doodling Darcy as usual, found the head shape you drew to be oddly familiar. Still half asleep, you squinted at the lines flowing forth until the portrait was complete and you sat frozen in shock.
It was Taehyung. Your favorite Taehyung, with his hair messy and shirt misbuttoned – which brought on another wave of shock, realizing you had a favorite Taehyung to draw. Fingers trembling, you set down your pencils and burrowed deep in your pillows. Sleep did not come easily that night, since although the sketch came out in perfect clarity, your thoughts certainly were not. You liked Kim Taehyung, but he was your best friend.
That was the first sketch you made of him, but it was not the last.
Taehyung’s dorm room is on the fourth floor of Sorin dorm, all the way at the end after three flights of stairs. He chose this room on purpose, since it is a turret and despite Taehyung’s hatred of romantic heroes, he certainly likes to act like one. The first time you visited, he sat hunched in his chair, all the blinds drawn while he stared at his table.
“Y/N,” he declared as you entered. A thin smile stretched his lips, nodding to himself. “Excellent, excellent. I knew it was you.”
“No shit, Taehyung.” Rolling your eyes, you closed his door. “Who else visits you?”
“Ladies,” he drawled, swirling a photo in the chemicals before him. Taehyung did not do that often, but occasionally he went for the darkroom effect. It explained all the blinds at least, which was a small relief. “I’m incredibly popular with the ladies.”
Thinking about this now, you push open the door to his room. It is empty, but you know on Wednesdays and Fridays Taehyung has a class which sometimes runs late. It is not concerning for you to be alone in his room; the two of you are close enough by now, that this hardly matters. Lowering your bag to his floor, you plop down on his bed and place your sketchbook before you.
Starting to shade in his jaw, you lose track in your work. It might be risky, working on a drawing of your best friend when he could walk in any moment – but Taehyung is smart enough not to look at your sketchbook. He learned this lesson firsthand when he tried to steal your notebook freshman year and you jabbed a pencil into his side.
Eraser first, yeah, but he got the point (ha).
There are just a few features left you find hard to draw – his eyes, for one. Taehyung’s eyes are crescent-like when he smiles, scrunched in when he laughs but always alive, always expressive. It can be hard to capture on the page and – oh, shit. A muffled thud hits the floor, caused by your foot lashing out. Leaning over the comforter, you see Taehyung’s phone on the ground.
Frick. Sitting up and forgetting your work, you glance at his door, which is closed. Taehyung must have forgotten his phone before class – lord knows he would forget his head if it was not screwed on straight. Bending to grab the device, you flip it over in your palm – only to freeze, seeing the wallpaper before you.
Curious, you swipe right on his phone. Taehyung really needs to update his passwords, you think, keying in the birthday of his mom. The intrusion is worth it though, when his phone is open and you can see clearly the face of his background.
It is you. Or – it is you, but not a photo you remember him taking. It is none of the ones from the quad, nor of the cheesy shots he forces you to take in the classrooms. You sit in your room, it seems – yes, that is the corner of your dresser, there – and are immersed in your drawing, lower lip held between teeth. Your expression seems softer, as it is one you have never seen on yourself. Then again, you have never seen yourself drawing before.
Without understanding why, your thumb hovers over the album icon on his phone. This is wrong, it is a complete invasion of privacy but for some reason, you click anyways. Unsure what you are looking for, you flick through his photos – until you find an album that stops you, staring down at the title.
Y/N, Candid.
Slowly, you press on the square and photos fill the screen, leaving you speechless. You dazedly swipe right, one after the other. There is one of you sitting, brow furrowed while attempting to play Taehyung’s video games. There is one of you in a park, bent over with laughter while Taehyung makes fun of your stride. So many photos, each one unique, each one different and none of them – none of them you can remember him taking.
“Oh, fuck.”
Head jerking up, his phone slips through your grasp. It clatters aimlessly against the floor while Taehyung stands framed in the doorway.
“Uh. Hey, Taehyung!”
He does not move, gaze traveling from your hand to his phone. “Is that…” He halts, shaking his head. “Is that my phone?”
“What, this?” you blurt, bending to scoop it up from the ground. “No – this is just a square, silvery mobile device. That… you use as a phone.”
Taehyung blinks. He adjusts the strap of his camera. “Were you… were you looking through my phone, Y/N?”
You hesitate because on the one hand, Taehyung saw you. On the other hand, blind denial is always good. “No.”
Slowly removing his camera, Taehyung places this down on his desk. He stares for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh,” he exhales, glancing at you. “I don’t know how to put this. I have a lot of photos on my phone, a lot of ongoing projects and well, some of them are… personal.”
Managing a nod, you push to your feet. “Right.” Swallowing hard, you shove your sketchpad into your bag. “Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything. I – uh, Taehyung I want to stay for dinner, but I actually just stopped by to say –”
When you attempt to leave, his hand closes over your upper arm. “Hey,” Taehyung breathes, effectively stopping you.
Freezing, you stare at the wood wall of his dorm. “What,” you mutter, still trying to make sense of it all. Taehyung has photos of you on his phone. An entire album of photos, ones taken when you were not looking and you do not understand why he would do that.
Slowly – gently – Taehyung turns you to face him. “I know you saw the album.”
Looking up, you cannot respond because yes, you saw but you still do not understand. “I saw,” you admit, meeting his gaze.
Taehyung’s eyes widen. Quickly, he lets go of your arm and steps backwards. “You saw?”
“You – what?” you respond, suddenly confused. “You said that you knew!”
“Well, yeah, I said that, but...” Taehyung trails off, stunned. “I wasn’t sure. I was trying to find out!”
“Well,” you sputter, crossing your arms over your chest. “You should have just asked!”
“I did! You lied!”
“Oh, right!” you yell back, the room falling silent between you.
Taehyung stares, slightly wild-eyed. “I,” he hesitates. “I can explain.”
The image of you sleeping sprawled on his couch comes to mind and you blush, remembering the drool hanging from the corner of your mouth. “Those moments were private,” you complain. “Taehyung, there are photos of me sleeping! There are photos of me at the gym, doing drunk karaoke, stuffing my face with burgers! Private moments,” you hiss, “between you and me! Those weren’t meant for your photography class, or whatever.”
“I know,” Taehyung nods, expression wretched. “Those pictures weren’t for my class, I swear it! No one has ever seen them but me.”
“No one has ever seen them but you,” you repeat, shaking your head. “What are you talking about? If no one has ever seen them, what were they for?”
“Me!” Taehyung yells – wincing, he lowers his voice. “They were for me,” he repeats, softer.
Staring back at him, it feels as though all the wind has been punched from your chest. “I – what?”
“They were for me,” he admits, flushing. “God.” Taehyung groans, burying his face in his hands. “This is so embarrassing. I like you, okay? I like you, Y/N,” he mumbles in-between fingertips. “I took all those photos because I like you, Y/N and you inspire me, and I just like all the ways that you look.”
“You…” This does not make any sense. It is ridiculous because Taehyung, your best friend, does not think of you like that. You would have known, somehow. You would have seen. “You... like me.”
“Yes.” Taehyung groans, face still covered by his hands. “I liked you from the minute I saw you but you were dating my roommate, and then we were just friends and now we’re still just friends – which is okay! It’s cool, it’s just... I also want to hold your hand and shit. I don’t know,” he exhales, dropping his hands to look at you. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N. You shouldn’t have found out like that.”
“No,” you repeat, stunned. You want to move closer, but seem to be rooted to the carpet. “I shouldn’t have found out like that... I should have told you I liked you a long time ago.”
Now it is Taehyung’s turn to be confused. “You… what?”
“I like you,” you breathe, dropping your bag to the ground. Yanking free your notebook, you thrust this into his arms. “Look,” you nod, bracing yourself for the motion. “Look at my drawings, all of them. I won’t stop you.”
Taehyung frowns, not understanding until he flips open your notebook. Then he pauses, eyes wide as he stares down at his face – and flipping the page, he sees the panes of his back. The curves of his shoulders, the white fabric of his shirt. Taehyung quickly inhales in amazement.
“You,” he blinks, hand splayed on the page. “You draw… me?”
“Yes.”
Taehyung looks up in shock. “These are beautiful.”
“Well,” you stutter, glancing away. “That’s debatable. I do think you’re beautiful though, so... there’s that.”
“You... do?”
When you look up, Taehyung has set your sketchbook aside. Gently – lovingly, because he knows how much it means to you – but right now you do not care, because the way he looks at you means more.
“Well, yeah,” you stumble. “I think everything you do is amazing, and –”
Taehyung steps forward and kisses you. His lips are soft, open and you feel yourself melting. You feel yourself falling, even though you have already fallen. Hands rising to wrap around his neck, you pull him close and Taehyung lets out a groan. He walks you back towards the wall, body curving over yours, mouth opening while his tongue flicks to find yours.
There is always that kiss in your life. That one which defines all others, makes you realize you have never been truly kissed and for you, this is that kiss. Just the way Taehyung breathes, a sound hiccuped between movement, or the way he touches you, as though afraid you might fall through his grasp. It makes you want more, makes you want him and by the time he pulls back, you feel drunk on his lips.
“Taehyung,” you exhale, forehead bent to his own.
Taehyung’s lips brush your brow, then your nose. “Y/N,” he whispers. “You have no fucking idea, how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Oh?” you return, tightening your hands on his neck. “About as long as I have, I’d imagine.”
“Longer.”
“You wish.”
“Longer.”
He kisses you again.
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Kinky cards
Pairing: Leo & Aria (mc)
Rating:NSFW/18+
Warning: This series is full of NSFW content, graphic sex, and lots of KINK! If you have asked to be tagged, you acknowledge that you are over the age of 18.
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** This is a time jump 2 years from where my series For You is right now**
Aria walked into their bedroom with several bags in hand, after a long day of shopping with Annabelle. “Have fun with Belle today love?” He looked up from his laptop. “Oh yeah, spent way to much money, but it was a good day.” She leaned in placing a kiss on his lips. Leo shifted the computer from his lap, he pulled her down onto him, wrapping his arms around her. Aria giggled as she straddled him, Leo’s hands grabbed her ass and gave it a rough squeeze. His lips trailed down her jaw line to her neck. “Mmmm Leo, wait!” She sat up. Leo groaned in annoyance as she climbed off his lap and grabbed her purse. “Annabelle gave me something today.” She tossed the pack of cards at Leo.
“Kinky challenge?” He examined the cards eyeing Aria. “Yeah, Belle said they really spiced up their Sex life.” She twirled her hair. “Hmm I can’t see Drake agreeing to half of these.” Leo chuckled as he sorted through the various challenges. “So, what do you think? Are you up to it?” She bit her lip.
“When have you ever known me to pass up on sex with my beautiful wife? Like right now, you know what that does to me.” He motioned to her lips. “Fair point, so are you game?” She questioned. Leo fanned the cards out and held them towards her to pick. She approached the deck selecting one of the cards.
“Always ready.
For 3 full days (of your partners choice) you can not refuse sex from your partner.” She read the card
A large grin formed on Leo’s face “oh no of all cards.” She covered her face. Leo pulled her hands back “oh yes love, anytime, anyplace, If I want it, you must comply. Are you up for the challenge?” He mischievously eyed his wife. She took a deep breath “yes, I’ll do it.”
“Well since it is night time, we will start tomorrow.” He picked her up slinging her legs to the side, he placed her on the bed. “Tonight, is a preview.” He said through kisses.
The next morning Aria awoke to the feeling of Leo’s lips pressed against her neck, his hand roamed her sides. “Mmm good morning.” She stretched. “Good morning love, today is day one and I want to start the day off right.” he kissed her throat and roamed his lips lower down her chest. His fingers found her center as they parted her folds and grazed her clit. She arched her body into his touch. Leo looked at her through lust blown eyes, as he rolled on top of her grabbing her thighs pulling her closer. He lined his hard cock up with her entrance and shoved himself into her, he pulled her legs up over his shoulders allowing himself deeper access as he pounded into her with delicious force. “Oh fuck. Yes oh my God Leo harder.” She screamed.
“As you wish Love.” He picked up the pace slamming into her with painfully pleasurable force. Leo felt her walls flutter around him. “That’s right love cum with me.” He grunted. “Yes, yes Leo fuck yes.” She screamed her juices crashed up against his thigh length. He thrust into her expelling his milky seed deep into her. He collapsed onto her, both trying to catch their breath. “Well that’s a damn good way to start the day. Good morning Mr Rhys.” She giggled. “Good morning Mrs Rhys."he kissed her ” you are right Love, that was just the start.“ He kissed her again rolling off the bed.
The next few days flew by in a flash. Leo was definitely taking advantage of this challenge. As Aria adjusted the hem of her dress and fixed her lipstick she couldn’t help but smile. They had just got done having sex in the limo, but she thought back to the many other times over the past two days. The shower, twice. the movie theater, in the middle of a meeting with the other dukes and duchesses from Duchy’s across Cordonia. She remembered Olivia’s smirk when Aria had to abruptly announce her and Leo needed a moment because "they got a call from the nanny” and needed to check on the twins. Leo drug her into Liam’s office and took her right on the desk. In the kitchen in the middle of the night when she crept down for a drink. She made a mental note to give her employees a nice holiday bonus this year, as she thought back to the sounds of their moans echoing thought the estate. The lake underneath the stars when the decided to take a night time swim.
The limo rolled to a stop in front of the Beaumont estate. “We are here love.” He excited the limo and extended his hand, she took his and they walk inside. The party was lovely. A nice dinner followed by the normal Beaumont shenanigans. She looked around at her friends celebrating Ellie and Maxwell’s engagement. Leo strides up with two glasses of champagne in his hands. “There is my smokin hot wife.” He hands her a flute and takes a seat next to her. “Thank you my sexy Husband.” She smiles at him.
“I cant believe we have been married a year already. And the twins are 2.” Aria beamed. “Yes, it’s been a wonderful two years love. Do you remember our honeymoon?” He grinned as she felt his hand slide up her leg slipping under her dress. “Mmhmm, I think anyone in a 10 mile radius remembers. ” she giggled. His fingers toyed with her panties as two digits slipped between her folds as he rubbed circles on her clit. She jumped at the sensation. “Keep a straight face love. And dont cum.” He ordered. “Fff fuck.” She softly moaned. He continued his sensual assault on her sensitive nub until he could feel her legs shake. He leaned in towards her his voice low and husky “Are you ready for me to fuck you now love?” “Yes. Leo NOW.” She tried to stand but her legs were like Jello. Leo toss her over his shoulder Aria squealed, as he rushed through the halls of the Beaumont estate before he found a vacant room.
He lowered her onto the floor quickly removing her dress. He yanked off her underwear and popped her bra off. He peppered kisses down her jaw, to her neck, his lips settled on her breast as he tweaked each of her nipples with his tongue. His touch was like fire burning her flesh with a searing pleasure. He lowered her onto the bed, he quickly discarded his clothes as he kissed up her leg from her ankle to her wanting wet center. His tongue darted between her folds as he flicked her clit with his tongue and pumped two fingers into her. Her body writhed from the pleasure. “Oh God, oh my God.” She moaned as she felt her climax coming to a head. She screamed his name as she finally gave into her orgasm.
Leo grinned as he snaked up her body, his lips met hers in a searing kiss. He thrust his cock into her without warning. “mmmmmm” she breathed out as Leo stroked her dripping wet pussy. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking wet. Oh God you feel amazing.” Leo moaned. He pulled out and flipped her over. “On fours love.” He ordered as he pulled her ass closer and thrust himself back into her. His strokes were short and hard as he slapped her ass watching it jiggle around his length. “Oh fuck Leo.” She screamed out as he pounded into her hitting her sweet spot with each stroke, “Leo fuck, oh my God, yes, yes yes.” Her walls contracted around him as her juices exploded around his cock. “Mmm Leo.” She breathed as she came down from her climax.
“I’m not done with you yet Love, climb on top.” He pulled out of her and laid on the bed. She lowered herself down on his thick length and started to rotate her hips, she picked up the pace as Leo started to buck his hips into her harder. “Fuck Leo. Oh fuck.” Leo grabbed a hold of her her hips slamming her onto him harder, her hands found the top of the headboard as she braced herself for the wild ride. One of Leo’s hands slid down letting his finger trace circles on her clit. She felt the fire ignite inside as she screamed his name, her walls tightened as she flooded his cock with her sweet nectar. “Oh fuck baby, Jesus Christ, fuck Aria.” Leo pumped two more deep thrust coating her walls with his creamy white seed.
Aria collapsed onto Leo, her breath ragged. Their bodies heaved together as they came off their lust filled high. They lay in the bed, Leo stroking her hair as he held her tight. “Maybe that challenge wasn’t a bad thing huh love?” Leo chuckled. “Not at all, I am glad we did it.” She giggled “but I think we should pass the cards along to another couple, and I know who I am giving them too.”
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Just finished season five. I am now imagining your blade shiro au where sendak kept Shiro as his mate. (Keith escaped/ran away to the blade) sendak bringing home Lotor as a slave like he threatened. Lotor forced to serve Shiro.
A/N: Discussions of slavery; references to sex
From the “Shiro stayed with Sendak” collection of the Blade!Shiro series…
Shiro found no difference between the imperial complex in Drule Centraland Central Command. Following the lighting of the eternal flame at Kral Zera,Lord Sendak took the throne and Shiro received his first official title in the empire,“His Majesty’s Consort.” At Sendak’s side, he remained silent, hands cuppedbefore him, chin raised high to meet any resistance to a lower lifeform holding such a privileged position.
He met little.
After he killed an assassin who snuck inside the royal chambers, breakingthe Galran’s neck and leaving him on the floor for the sentries to clean, fewdared to meet his gaze, let alone voice their opinions of his status. Instead,Shiro filled the day by planning the necessary galas and meetings, setting upthe schedule for the gladiator arena, and tending to the emperor’s home.
Because of his upbringing and the struggles he met in the empire, Shironever needed nor expected Sendak to present him with the gift of a personalslave, especially one in the form of the one-time prince of the Galra Empire. Buthe also knew better than to refuse a gift from the newly crowned emperor of theGalra Empire.
“Lotor is yours to do as you wish,” Sendak said before leaving thepersonal quarters for a meeting with his commanders.
Shiro sucked in a deep breath and glanced down at the prince who knelt,hands bound, sentry keeping pinned on the floor with a hand upon his shoulder.
“Do not believe I will stay on my knees,” the prince sneered the momentthey were alone. “I bite.”
Shiro crossed his arms and frowned. “You do realize my mate is eightfeet tall and endowed in many ways.”
“You – and he…actually…?” Thewondering question hung between, and Shiro rolled his eyes.
“We are partners, your highness, in all ways.”
“You are a lower lifeform, his property.”
“I am his mate and the royal consort,” Shiro affirmed, tone crisp tocommand as one in his position should. “I will treat you with the respect of your title,your highness. I request you do the same.”
Lotor was not fooled. “So you say as I kneel before you.”
“Yes, you are correct. Allow me to rectify that.” Shiro motioned forthe sentry to release Lotor and waited for him to stand before reaching for thecuffs about the prince’s wrists. “I am sorry, but you’ll have to remain in yourquarters for some time. When it is time, I will come for you.”
“Time? Time to do what? For me to make your bed or warm it?”
Shiro sighed and shook his head. “Again, I will treat you with therespect you deserve. I request you do the same.”
The sentry led Lotor out of the royal quarters, and Shiro guessedthe prince behaved because there was no way Lotor would escape Central Commandand live. Shiro wasn’t even sure the prince wanted that, but he could discussthe future with Lotor later. He went about his duties as needed, meeting Sendak forbreakfast and dinner, but the new emperor generally tolerated a working lunch.Shiro decided to start taking his in Lotor’s quarters. The prince feignedpleasantries well, though within a movement of his enslavement, hebecame anxious.
Shiro decided the best he could do was offer the prince an outlet forhis frustration – perhaps a few rounds on the training deck – when Lotorfinally exploded.
“Why are you doing this? So when you eventually decide to assert yourdominance over me, you will have won yourself a prized and pampered pet to completeyour dirty work?”
Shiro blinked. “I do not wish to win you over, your highness. I am simplyregarding you as I should.”
“I am your slave!”
“You are the prince of the empire.”
“Was the prince, and I am nownothing more than the treasured petof a lower lifeform who parades himself about like the royal consort.”
Shiro snorted. “ ‘Treasured’ is a bit of a stretch. And I certainly donot parade.”
Lotor blinked, caught off guard, before he let out a rich if breathlesslaugh. When he finally calmed himself, he shook his head. “You are not how Ienvisioned.”
“You are exactly as I had heard.”
Lotor jerked. “Heard? I do not understand.”
Shiro snatched a handful of grapes and headed toward the chambers’exit. “It is difficult being anything but Galra in the empire, your highness,but perhaps it is easier for someone with an official title. And a person whouses that privilege to help others – he deserves both loyalty and kindness.”
The prince’s neutral expression gave away nothing. “You know not ofwhat you speak.”
“I know your generals are all half-breeds,” Shiro said with a tinysmile, “and I know you do not revere them as such. Perhaps one quintaint, youwill not revere me as a lower lifeform, as well.”
After that, lunches became carefree, friendly exchanges with Lotor, andShiro enjoyed the company. A sense of camaraderie,if not true friendship, developed, and they eventually led into sparringsessions and discussions about diplomacy. Shiro asked Lotor’s opinions oncertain matters of state and accepted his snide comments about Sendak’s bodyand killer abs. Shiro agreed with those, of course.
Eventually, Shiro received word of an unscheduled transport, and hewent to retrieve Lotor. Cameras went dark and sentries powered down, and Shiroled Lotor through the deserted halls toward the hanger.
“I do not understand,” Lotor said, anxious, even though he followedShiro without hesitation. “Why are you helping me escape?”
“Your generals are all half-breeds.”
“We established that, yes. It is not a secret.”
“You’ve never asked them about their non-Galran parentage?”
“Of course, I have. I know of my generals and the families they wereforced to leave behind to serve me, but that doesn’t answer my –” Lotor stoppedjust before the entrance to the hanger, shock and perhaps a bit of awe palinghis features. His voice sounded lofty and faraway when he spoke. “You areKeith’s brother, the human chosen to be a commander’s mate.”
When the doors open to the hanger, a Blade waited on bended knee, fistto his chest. “My prince.”
Shiro regarded Lotor with a glower. “Go. Now, before the guardsdiscover what I’ve done.”
Lotor walked over to the kneeling Blade and touched his shoulder,allowing him to stand. For the second time in as many clicks, the prince wasoverwhelmed. Keith released his mask and pushed back to his hood, and theprince swayed. Keith caught his wrist, and Lotor immediately pulled him into aquick embrace.
“You are all right,” he murmured into Keith’s hair, relief filling hiswords. “I feared for you after the Kral Zera. I thought – I did not know whathad happened to you.”
Keith hesitated but eventually returned the embrace, just as strongly.“I will never leave you willingly, my prince.”
Shiro hated to break up the reunion – he owed Lotor as much as Sendakfor his brother’s life – but their time was short. “You have to go. Now.”
“What of you, your highness?” Lotor asked, turning from Keith. “I cannotleave you here to suffer the fate of – ”
“– a treasured pet belonging to the emperor of the universe?” Somehow, it didn’thurt as much when he said it. “I made my choice annuals ago, your highness. I donot regret it. Good luck to you.”
He accepted the grip, wrist to forearm, then leaned over to kiss hisbrother’s forehead. “I’ll see you next movement.”
Shiro turned and left, hitting close the hanger doors. When he arrivedback in his chambers, he wasn’t surprised to find Sendak waiting.
“You released your slave.”
“There’s an old Earth saying.” Shiro unclipped his breast plate and letit drop to the floor. “If you love someone, set them free. If they come back,they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.”
“Hm.” Sendak’s rumble vibrated against Shiro as the emperor cant hiships and accepted his mate. “Are you asking to be set free, Takashi?”
“No, my lord.” Shiro rested his hands upon the emperor’s warm andheaving chest. “After all, you’ve done that once and came looking for me.”
“And I would again.” Sendak rested his claws upon Shiro’s hips, pullinghim even closer. “There is absolutely no where you could hide from me. Theuniverse is mine and everything within it – including you.”
Pushing up on his toes, Shiro admitted, “Especially me.”
Sendak lowered his head to nuzzle against Shiro’s cheek and murmur,“You know Lotor is never coming back.”
Shiro sighed and relaxed in his mate’s hold. Unfortunately, Shiro knewSendak was wrong, though he wanted, with all his heart, for the newly coronatedemperor to be right.
#shiro#sendak#lotor#shendak#voltron#vld season 5#blade!shiro#ptw30 pens#kral zera#prompts#sharpening the blade#anon
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Honourable part 3
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean Character: Hector Barbossa, Jack Sparrow Relationship: Barbossa/reader Request: Can you please please do another Barbossa one for the series Honourable… just whatever your brilliant mind can come up with. Part 1 - http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/159049471079/honourable part 2 - http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/159388056834/honourable-part-2 You sat at the bottom in the stairs that lead up to the upper deck, a bottle of rum in your hand. Some of the crew had asked you if you were okay, to which you glared and even let out a snarl before taking a swig of the bottle. It was your 2nd bottle and you were nearly done. You had no doubt in your mind that Jack would scold you for this despite his addition to the liquid but you didn’t care. How else were you meant to mend a broken heart? Not even mend, just numb. Fresh tears filled your eyes and you tried to blink them away and took a swig of the bottle. Only 3 hours before you had been the happiest girl in the world. You had had everything in the world. A brother who would do anything for you and a lover who adored you. Or you thought he did. But, if you were honest with yourself, you should have known it would never have worked. It had started with you overhearing Jack and Barbossa fighting. You had been going to see Barbossa with the hopes of retrieving a kiss from your lover, but stopped when you heard raised voices. “Then how did she get your ring?” Jack growled, his voice filled with an uncharacteristic anger. “what ring?” Barbossa matched Jacks tone. “The one on the neckless!” “How in blazes should I know?!” Barbossa retorted and your hand flew up to your neck. You had looped the ring Barbossa had given you as a proposal around a golden chain Jack had given you for your birthday many years ago. “Maybe she stole it. She is a pirate, after all.” You felt your heart break slightly. How was it easier for him to brand you a thief than to say he loved you. Not that you weren’t, but to steal from the captain was cause for death. Would he rather condemn you to that than admit his feelings to your brother. ‘Because he doesn’t really love you.’ A voice whispered from the back of your mind. The voice you thought you had silenced a long time ago. “She isn’t a pirate and don’t call her that again!” Jack snarled, only adding to your pain. Both were normally quite calm but from the sounds and tones of their voices, they had been at this a long time. “then whats she doing aboard a pirate ship?” Barbossa snapped. “She wasn’t supposed to be here that long!” jack retaliated. “Then how long was she?” “Not that longer with the likes of you. I’ll leave her at the next port!” “Fine!” “Fine!” They both shouted at each other and you couldn’t control your anger and hurt. “Fine!” You shouted through the door, slamming your fist against it as your other hand ripped the neckless off and dropped it to the ground, the ring rolling off it. There was silence from inside as you turned on your heel and stormed across the dock, tears brimming in your eyes. you had taken refuge at the bottom of the stairs solely because you knew neither would come down here. The crew were mostly sleeping apart from a few who lay awake in their hammocks. But neither would risk waking the crew for a heart to heart with you. “If they even have hearts.” You mumbled to yourself as you took another swig of the rum. They wanted you gone, then fine. The ship was sailing near a village on the shore that you had visited once before not too long ago. Close enough to row a boat to but not the to dock the ship. The plan had been to go tomorrow to restock on items such as water and food but you weren’t waiting for then. You got to your feet and ran to your hammock and quickly packed up your things, which didn’t take much time before your eyes searched for one pirate you could trust. You found him, asleep in his hammock. “Gibbs? Gibbs?” You shook him, your voice breaking from the crying you had just been doing and was obvious even when you were whispering. “Good god, whats wrong?” He shot up, hearing your voice break and seeing your tear stained cheeks in the soft glow of a candle. “I need you to help me get one of the rowing boats down.” You turned your face away from the light as much as possible. “Why?” He asked, his eyes darting across the cabin, looking for trouble. “I have to leave.” You kept it vague but you saw him about to ask questions. “Jacks going to throw my off at the next port anyway. Please, I want off this ship tonight! Please, Gibbs. They cant see me leave.” He instantly understood who you were referring to. He could tell by your voice you were serious and he reluctantly agreed. The two of your snuck up on deck after he called to you that neither Jack nor Barbossa was around. It was late or maybe early morning, you really couldn’t tell when you and Gibbs lowered one of the row boats in to the water. You swung your bag over your shoulder as you climbed over the side and to the top step of the step ladder. “What should I tell them?” Gibbs suddenly asked, coming to stand opposite you. “Tell them nothing. You didn’t see me. You didn’t have anything to do with this.” You told him, not wanting him to get in trouble. Gibbs gave you a sad smile. “I wish we could have parted under better terms.” He chuckled, making you smile. “me too. When you come into the town tomorrow, meet me in the Old House. It’s a pub. I owe you a drink.” You smiled, wanting to say a proper good bye to the one person on this ship who had never said a bad word against you. He nodded, smiling at you. With that, you descended and climbed into the boat. Setting your bag in front of your feet, you picked up the oars and started to row. ---------------time skip ----------------------- You had found the Old house and rented out a room. The gent behind the counter asked for how long you would be staying, so you just said tonight and then decide tomorrow. It was late when you got to bed, not that you slept much. You had spent the last god knows how many nights in the arms of Barbossa, cuddling to his chest and feeling the warmth that radiated from him in the coldest weather. But now you lay in a cold bed. Eventually you did drift off between fits of crying. But you were woke the next day by someone knocking on your door. “Yes?” You called out. “Someone downstairs askin’ for yah, miss.” A member of the staff called to you. You said you would be down in a minute and they left. You shoved on a dress and quickly gave yourself a once over, not wanting Gibbs to think he made the wrong choice by helping you. You left your room and walked quickly into the pub area of the Old house. You glanced around, not seeing him at first until you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you down into a seat. You blinked a little but saw it was Gibbs, who gave you an apologetic smile. You quickly understood why. You were now seated across from Jack and Barbossa. Turning to Gibbs, you glared at him, pursing your lips and frowning hard. But before you could say anything, he got to his feet and shot to the bar, leaving you stuck at the table with the two men you hated right now. “[y/n]…” Jack started to try and speak to you but you whipped around, ready to fight him. “DON’T YOU DARE! Either of you. I heard what you said about me last night! Well, you don’t have to worry about me getting in the way of you and your fancy fucking ship.” You snarled at both of them. “I didn’t mean it like that!” Jack tried to defend himself, his voice a little more high pitched than normal. “Yes you did! You always have done. I was never good enough in your eyes. You would pick me up and drop me off where ever your heart decided. I was never good enough to sail with the ‘great jack sparrow’. You always have done this, ever since we were children. You would run off and play pirate but the second I tried to join, you would say I ruined it. Well, guess what Jack, im better than you at some things. And that drives you crazy so you fob me off every chance you get.” You kept your voice low to avoid making a scene because you had no intentions of staying here. Seeing Jack was hard enough, but Barbossa as well. You hated that you loved him so much. “He started it!” Jack cried out, pointing to Barbossa who rolled his eyes slightly. If it were any other time, you might have giggled or even laughed, but this was different. You stood up abruptly, turned on your heel and left at a quick pace. You heard a chair scrap and boots following you. You sped up, fumbling with the key for your room as you turned a corner and went to your room. “[y/]?” A voice called for you, sounding broken and desperate before Barbossas hand grabbed your upper arm. You ripped yourself from him and continued to your room. You knew he would catch back up with you when you unlocked it and you were right. You could feel his powerful presents behind you as you unlocked your room and opened the door. You tried to dart inside and close the room over but he wedged his foot between the door and the door frame. You growled, but stepped back, allowing him to enter. He closed the door behind you and you took the chance to turn away from him. “[y/n].” Barbossa said your name like a prayer as you heard him step closer to you. “You know as well as I do that stealing from the captains a hanging offence. You’d really rather see me hung than tell my brother about us?” You asked over your shoulder. Your voice was a lot softer with him than with jack. But Jack had got the brunt of your anger which had now turned into hurt. “Nah, love. That’s not what I intended.” Barbossa said softly to you, stepping closer. “Or maybe you never planned to tell him at all. You didn’t seem to protest to me being dumped at some port, anyhow.” You shrugged, tears cascading down your cheek as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Love-“ He started. “Don’t call me love.” You half growled, half sobbed. “Im so stupid! God, I should have known this was how it would turn out. I should never have let myself fall in love with you!” You scolded yourself, gripping your elbows as you shook your head. “Sparrow came in, accusing me of playing with you. We started tah bicker and it escalated. I didn’t think you would want him finding out in a fight with me, so I denied it. I just wanted to stop so I could come and get you.” Barbossa stepped closer till he was right behind you. “When I heard you shout, my heart dropped to the bottom of the ocean. And when I found the ring on the floor and you were nowhere to be found, I realised I couldn’t be without you for even a day.” He whispered in your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against his chest. You closed your eyes, hating yourself for feeling so warm in his embrace. Shaking your head, you dropped your hands to his and pulled them apart so you could walk away from him and over to the window. “Are yah certain you wont return ta the pearl?” Barbossa asked you. You frowned and closed your eyes. “yes.” You called over your shoulder. You were so scared of what he was going to do next. You wanted him to beg for you to come back, to tell you how much he needed and wanted you. You wanted, just for a second, for him to stop being a captain and just be your lover. But you knew that would never happen. “I’ll stay with yah.” You spun around, your eyes wide as you stared at him. Had he really just say that? “Wh-wh-what?” You stammered. “I’ll stay here, with yah. I aint going back to that ship without you.” Barbossa looked you in the eyes as he spoke and you searched for any sign of deception. You couldn’t find any so you shook your head, looking away from him. “No you wont.” You whispered, closing your eyes tight as tears ran down your cheek. “Aye, I will.” He walked up to you. Your eyes fluttered open and found his own. “But, you’re a pirate.” You tried to rationalise. Barbossa hook his finger under your chin and bringing your face up to his. “So are you.” He mumbled. It broke you. Tears cascaded down your cheek uncontrollability as you tried to cover your face with your hands. Arms wrapped around your body, pulling you back into his embrace. He was dead set on staying here with you. He adored the sea, it was where he had lived, grown up, he belonged there. Sobs raked through your body as you lowered your hands from your face to bury yourself into his neck. Your hands gripped at the front of his coat. You pulled away for just a moment to lean up and kiss him. Barbossa was taken back by your sudden action but quickly kissed you back, deeply. He leaned down, dipping you back a little and you honestly felt like he desperately needed you. He had offered to stay, to give up the sea, the pearl, everything just for you. You jumped when the door slammed open and jack stumbled in. He had a bottle of rum in his hand and his hat tilted forward over his eyes but you still jumped back from Barbossa. “Listen, [y/n]. I don’t want you getting’ hurt, allllll right. I aint wanting you out there with them and them hurting you. You gotta be safe! If I could take you with me and know you were safe, I would!” He spoke loudly and slurred, obviously drunk. You quickly ran in front of him before he bumped into something or fell out the window. Because of the way he moved, he ended up with his back to Barbossa and you in front of him. “Shh, its okay.” You hushed him, trying to calm him. You moved his hat back so he could see. “I wasn’t gonna throw you out. I was just trying to get Barbossa tah admit he was takin’ advantage of you!” He gestured wildly with your hands as he swayed from side to side, as if he was on a ship and not dry land. “Jack, listen to me. Me and Barbossa, there has been something going on. For a while now. But I assure you, he isn’t taking advantage of me. He treats me really well, a lot better than anyone else ive been with. He respects me, he cares for me and I really care for him. I love him, Jack.” You told him, realising you were staring at him as you said you loved him. You were all too aware you had never actually said the words to him, it was more implied than anything else. Your attention was quickly drawn back to Jack, who was staring at you. “You love him?” He asked, sounded slightly disgusted but curious. You nodded. “Right, well, I think im gonna go find him and have a word with him.” Jack nodded to himself, looking past you. You gave Barbossa a subtle hand gesture to move out of his line of sight as Jack turned and took long and purposeful strides to the door. He left without another word, but you knew he’d be back when he remembered that Barbossa had followed you. You stared at the door which closed over by its self as you smiled to yourself. “That wasn’t so bad.” You mumbled, tilting your head to the side as Barbossa let out a laugh. “Nah, you’re right, lass.” He chuckled as he walked over to you, his arms instantly wrapping back around you. “We’d better get back out to the pearl. God knows what will be happening with both captains gone AND Gibbs as well.” You mused, feeling Barbossa freeze for a moment. “You’ll come back?” He mumbled, and you saw his eyes sparkle. “Yes, Neither of us really belong on land, anyway.” You shrugged, making Babrossa let out a soft chuckle before ducking down for another kiss. You were happy enough to kiss him back, feeling the nights burdens lift from your shoulders and your heart mend. “I love yah.” Barbossa mumbled against your lips, making your heart skip a beat. “Really?” You pulled back a little, your voice filled with a child-like hope. “I wouldn’t have asked yah to marry me if I did-nay.” He smiled down at you before he pulled away and reached into his pocket to pull out two items. His ring and your neckless. You gasped at the sight of them, instantly feeling immense guilt for leaving them but you reached out and took them from him. You fiddled with the ring for a moment, debating whether or not to put it on the chain again. Barbossa let out a low chuckle before reaching out and taking the ring from you so he could slid it onto your ring finger. You smiled as he did so. You offered him the neckless, which he took and you spun around, lifting up your hair so he could put the neckless on for you. Once he was finished, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your exposed neck, making you shiver slightly. “We’d better go find Sparrow.” Barbossa half sighed as you turned back to him. You saw a small smirk on his lips as he offered his arm to you. You quickly grabbed your bag and hook your arm around his, smiling at how proud he looked. Even just walking down the small streets, he held his chin high, something he normally did but this was different. You found Jack yelling at a rather confused looking gentlemen on a side street. “Come on, Jack.” You hooked your free arm around his and hauled him away. The second the two men looked at each other over your head, you felt the tension rise. “Just get along for 5 minutes till we get back to the ship. Please?” You signed, and of course neither could disobey you. You learned later that you had a lot of the crews loyalty, more so than you could have ever though. The morning after you left, demanded to know where you were and if you were safe. You couldn’t help but laugh at the fact these murderous pirates showed so much concern over you. Gibbs apologised to you for telling, but you assured him you were glad he had done it and you still trusted him with your life, which he seemed very proud of. you quickly realised that just because you stepped on land, it didn’t take the pirate out of you. You belonged to the sea, much like both Jack and Barbossa. Jack and Barbossa seemed to ease off each other slightly, or maybe just when you were around. They both just wanted you to be happy so if it meant a tense truce, then so be it. You promised yourself one thing when you stepped back on the ship: that you would never leave the sea again. And as you felt an arm around your waist, Barbossa made himself a similar promise. He would never see you unhappy again.
#pirates of the caribbean#hector barbossa#hector barbossa x reader#hector Barbossa/reader#barbossa x reader#barbossa/reader#reader insert#angst#fluff
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rfa+ Saeran going to pride for the first time with with MC?
A/N: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH MY GUYS! THOUGH IT’S ALMOST OVER? (For where Ilive anyway, pride month is June! I heard some places celebrate in May??) I STILL WANTED TO TRY AND GET THIS OUTBEFORE THE END OF THE MONTH AAA ~Admin 404
*YOOSUNG: Male!MC
-You didn’t even tell him whatthis parade was for
-All you said was “Do youwant to go to a parade with me”
-And he was THERE
-Parade? FUCK YEAH! Loves himsome parades
-Fried food, bright colours, funbooths, cute floats? Yes yes yes!
-You decided to just wait untilyou brought him to tell him what the parade was actually for
-Though when the two of you gotthere, and he noticed literally everything was rainbow, he kind of pieced twoand two together…
-HE WAS BLUSHING LIKE CRAZY!
-Was actually really honouredthat you wanted to go to something like this with him?? Like you’re loud andproud about your relationship and that makes him giggle
-Seeing all of the insaneoutfits was definitely fun for him!
-HE SAW SO MANY NAKED (OR ATLEAST ALMOST NAKED) PEOPLE AND HE FELT SO AWKWARD
-“MC… we… we don’t haveto be naked or anything for this.. right?” No baby it’s okay
-AS RED AS COULD FUCKING BE WHENPEOPLE HANDED HIM CONDOMS
-I know I said as red as couldbe, but that’s because you didn’t think he could get any redder. But oh, wereyou mistaken
-He turned almost glowing redwhen he watched you just shoving the condoms in your pockets
-“I’m not gonna just wastethese, Yoosung, that’s rude” OH MYGOD MC DON’T TALK LIKE THAT OUT LOUD
-Was disappointed that he didn’tget to dress up or anything like that so you found a group of nice people withsome body paint and asked if they could do something for him!
-Cutie walked around with acompletely rainbow painted face (yours matching) and could not stop takingpictures
-10/10 sent any and all photosto the group chat, always talking about how much he loved you and this parade!
*ZEN: Male!MC
-“MC! It’s the prideparade!”
-Oh no
-You’d love to go with him, ofcourse!
-Your relationship is…. wellit’s absolutely perfect to the two of you but there are still those whoquestion it
-His fans are practically splitin half between completely idolizing your relationship, and the other half justwanted Zen for themselves
-So you were pretty afraid toattend pride like that, so out in the open, so…exposed
-But he was a-okay with it
-He didn’t care what others haveto say about the two of you???
-Once the two of you actuallygot there though, it was a m a z i n g
-People would recognize Zen leftand right and they would be so excitedthat he even showed up!
-But when they saw the two ofyou holding hands, they practically exploded (in a good way)
-THEY WERE SO ECSTATIC!
-Their favourite actor is partof the LBGT+ community and they are HYPED
-People are coming up frequentlyto congratulate the two of you on your beautiful relationship
-He even sang a few love songsup on a few stages, loving as the crowds went wild!
-The one thing he couldn’t standthough, was all the hateful protesting
-He tried to ignore it at firstbut as the day went on he couldn’t stop himself from walking over and yell backat them
-To prove a point, he pulled youinto a deep kiss- eliciting hundreds if not thousands of whistles and cheersfrom the crowd at the parade
-You had to physically hold himback from fighting one protester though
*JAEHEE: Female!MC
-“Jaehee! The prideparade’s coming up! We should go!”
-P A N I C
-She loves you and mostdefinitely isn’t afraid to tell you that, but…
-She is afraid of others hatingher for it? She really dislikes confrontation
-But you assure her that it’s acompletely safe space! It’s full of allies and others celebrating same sexlove!
-Agrees to go along, and evendresses up to match you
-The two of you have adorableshirts with unicorns on it that says “Squad goals”!
-Embarrassed because she doesn’tuse slang like that but the two of you just looked so cute!
-And honestly? Seeing all of thehappy couples expressing their love, the loud and proud people just enjoyingtheir time, thousands of colours and confetti everywhere; she’s in love
-Like?? It’s a place?? Inpublic??? Where she can kiss you all she wants??
-She does every now and then butshe’s still embarrassed the poor bby
-L o v e s the booths!
-Thinks it’s important tosupport those in the LGBT+ community who create works of art!
-Honestly bought like 20 poundsin books solely because they look amazing and are by up and coming LBGT+writers (not to mention they all promised part of the proceeds go tocharities!)
-She’s part of the RFA she feelsit’s like an unspoken duty of hers to do anything related to charities
-SHE LOVES THIS PLACE SO MUCH
-Lowkey wants to set up a boothnext year for your coffee shop
-“It’s a good businessinvestment, MC” “You just want to come to pride again next year, youdon’t have to lie” “A GOOD! BUSINESS! INVESTMENT!”
*JUMIN: Male!MC
- ah yes
- jumin han does gay
- im soRRY I COULDNT RESIST
-He was kind of against going tothis parade
-Not because it was for pride oranything but because he was just iffy about all the people
-Does he really want to go andbe surrounded by thousands of people, all of them bumping against him??
-Well one look into your puppydog eyes and the answer was yes, yes he did
-You had to convince him toleave (most) of the body guards at home
-There were a few that followeda moderate amount of distance behind but you caught them lowkey fawning overthe two of you when he would give you a quick kiss on the nose or squeeze yourhand
-Honestly a few other coupleswould stop the two of you and tell you how cute the two of you were??
�� -It would get Jumin so flusteredand you were SO THANKFUL because wow look at my cutie he’s adorable
-If any protesters even thoughtabout something rude to you the bodyguards were there in an instant
-You dragged Jumin along withyou as you looked at each and every booth, placing the beaded necklaces theygave out around his neck
-The funny part is, he just letyou?? Like okay MC
-At one point the necklacesstacked so high that you couldn’t see anything lower than his eyes
-He didn’t want to disappointyou by taking them off so he left them until you noticed and laughed your assoff
-Definitely took pictures beforeyou distributed most of the necklaces among the two of you and the body guards
-“MC, do you thinkElizabeth would enjoy this rainbow collar?” “Juju that’s not forcats” “….Would you enjoy this collar?” JUMIN NOT IN PUBLIC
-He saw some… interestingoutfits, to say the least
-“Commoners are very…odd, aren’t they?” that’s rude
-Saw someone walking theirpartner on a leash
-The moment you saw him side-eyeyou, you jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow, eliciting a slight grunt fromhim
-“Don’t even think about itpretty boy”
-To get back at him for even thinking about walking you on a leash,you poured a ton of glitter over his head while he was looking at somemerchandise
-Actually chased you through thelarge crowd, picking you up and spinning you before kissing you gently once hecaught you
-People cheered because wow looky'all are so cute together
*SAEYOUNG:Female!MC/Pansexual!Saeyoung (LISTEN I CANT HELP BUT HC SAEYOUNG AS PANSEXUAL AAA)
-You wanted to go in support ofyour friends!
-But more than anything, youwanted to go and support your boyfriend!
-He was pretty against going atfirst, because he was afraid of what people would think about him
-It’s not like he advertisesthat he’s pansexual, so what would his friends think? Would they change theiropinions of him?
-“Saeyoung, you just lovewhoever you love, it’s not as if gender truly matters, right? So why would ourfriends be against who you are as a person?”
-That’s what got him thinking-you completely support him… so why wouldn’t his friends be supportive?
-After all, they are supportiveof all his gender-swapped costumes….
-You reminded him that he didn’thave to come out if he didn’t want to. A lot of people who are simply justAllies attend as well, no one would know how he fit into the community unlesshe told them
-He had seen pictures of a fewparades before, and he noticed all the insane costumes people wear
-So of course?? He had to go allout?? If he had to go, he might as well, right?
-Completely decked out inrainbow body glitter, boxers with hearts all over them, and you even helped himput temporary hair dye to make it rainbow!
-Honestly he was in love themoment the two of you showed up??
-So many people dressed upinsanely without a care in the world, bright colours flying everywhere, peoplebeing loud and proud
-His jaw honestly dropped at thesight of it all
- Every time he saw a dogwearing a rainbow bandana he’s smacking your arm- you have bruises by the endof the day
-He’s yelling, singing,laughing, and you haven’t seen him have this much fun in a while and you wereabsolutely loving watching him enjoy himself
-“MC! Look! Look at howproud everyone is to just be themselves, isn’t it amazing?” he held yourhands and looked down at them, “I wish I had the confidence to be likethem. I don’t even know where to start!”
-“Just do whatever makesyou comfortable and go at your own pace! Hey, you’re in a parade full ofstrangers you probably won’t see again, why don’t you come out to someone? Noone here is going to judge you!’
-So he did! Actually, he didquite a few times! And he felt a m a z i n g
-So good in fact, that he toldyou he was ready to tell his friends!
-He spent the rest of his day atpride asking people how about their experiences with coming out, getting tipsabout the best way to do it, and getting nonstop support from tons of people!He felt so at home, the next week or so he was clinging to you, never knowinghow to fully thank you
*V: Female!MC
-THIS BOY LOVES LOVE
-Any and all love is beautifulfor him
-So he’s super duper excitedwhen you suggest going to pride!
-SUPER ALLIES, MC AND JIHYUN!
-Honestly, all of the happypeople, bright colours, glitter, and especially all of the couples obviously inlove make him S O E C S T A T I C
-He brings a backpack full ofbrand new SD cards for his camera, and he 10/10 believes he’s gonna fill themall
-He asks people in the mostoutgoing outfits if he can take their photo, and he giggles at all of the posesthey do
-Up close and personal to all ofthe floats to get pictures of every single detail
-When he sees couples gettingcozy, he asks to take photos to celebrate their love!
- v that can get a lil creepy
-Always offers to take a photoon their phone for them as well so he seems less crazy
-He’s pretty sassy when he wantsto be, if you didn’t already know
-So when he sees protesters withsuch hatefulsigns, he takes it upon himself to fight back
-He finds someone with extrasigns and holds them up proudly!
-When people shout out hatefulthings, he gently asks them why they think that
-Always talking to them soft andgentle, which confuses the hell out of all of them because?? They’re trying tobe hateful?? But this soft giant is talking to them so nicely???
-Which THROWS THEM OFF SO MUCHMORE WHEN HE GETS SASSY WITH HIS COMEBACKS
-It’s such a large difference indemeanor and even you’re thrown off guard
*SAERAN: Female!MC
-He’s actually the one who askedyou to go to pride with him??
-In private, he told you that hemight… have wanted to attend… to show support for his brother?
-He’s really bad at showing hecares but he’s trying to do it bits at a time
-But when Saeyoung brings it uphe acts like he’s against it
-"Why the fuck would I wantto go to that, there’s going to be so many people there, I don’t wantthat”
- but goes anyway
-He didn’t want to really wantto dress up, but you convinced him to at least let you paint a small rainbowflag on his cheek (though it did take several days to do the convincing)
-He was really grumpy at first,being dragged to and fro either by you or his brother
-Having to squeeze through halfnaked, loud, or already morning-drunk people
-Started to really regretattending until he saw how much fun his brother was having?
-He had never seen Saeyoung thisrelaxed in his life and he silently decided he could put up with all of it forhim, just this once
-The two of you enjoyed visitingall of the booths though
-At every booth, you get a couple of bead necklaces
-Saeran put them all on. All ofthem. All of his, all of yours, all of Saeyoungs.
-Completely covered in beadnecklaces, and he l o v e s i t
-If you ask for some to wear youjust get this look from him- not a glare, but a kind of look that screams“don’t even think about it”
-He also demanded ice cream asmuch as possible
-You tried so hard to cut himoff but he just didn’t. stop.
-Saeran pls there are 47 icecream wrappers in my pocket p l e a s e
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The Adventures of Argus Armstrongman - Lone Star Detective
Case 637435: Attempted Murder, Breach of Trucking Contract, Breaking and Entering, Assault, Gross Sexual Misconduct, Trespassing, Unlicensed Gang Warfare, Unauthorized Corporate Espionage, Second Degree Murder*
*Investigation Suspended Pending Shift in Jurisdiction
Dak Rambo leveled the Ares Predator at the dwarf, pulling the trigger without a moment’s hesitation. The dwarf juked, trying to avoid the shot, only to fail and take the slug square to the chest. Through the headset sampling the high-powered microphone, I could hear the sound of his sternum cracking like celery in unison with the plume of crimson spurting out of his chest. The diminutive trucker started to stammer out a protest, clutching his chest, only to be silenced by Dak. The next shot flew directly into the forehead of the target. This time, the gut-turning sound of bone shattering was accented with the wet, sickening sound of a man’s brain being scrambled at super-sonic speeds. The dwarf’s head jerked back, mouth agape as he crumpled to the floor. The carnage only continued from there, but I stopped it, tapping my deck and rewinding a few framed, watching a loop of the tattoo-scrawled lowlife wasting Beans, the crusty dwarf’s head snapping back over and over, his coarse, filthy beard speckled with blood and grey matter. By the time I head the knock on my cubicle wall, I’d lost count of how many times I’d seen the spark of life leave the dwarf’s eyes.
“Argus Armstrongman?” I turned in my swivel chair to find a Rubenesque woman in a dauntingly expensive custom-tailored pantsuit. She had legs for days and curves for weeks, and her rich café au lait skin was pampered and healthy. Her appearance triggered some sort of flag in my mind; something was off about her, and it wasn’t just that she was obviously too well paid to be working here. It wasn’t until I really focused that I noticed her ears weren’t human or even elven. The woman’s round, cherubic cheeks rose up to a set of feline ears covered in ebon fur, partially cloaked by her dark tresses of proper metahuman hair. What’s more, the eyes behind her dark, designer sunglasses were narrow slits in an iris of gold. Didn’t see many Changelings in Indianapolis, so it was always a jarring sight.
“Detective Armstrongman works just fine.” I faced her squarely, standing up. She was still a few inches taller than me, but she no longer towered over me like some massive jungle cat.
The Changeling woman craned her neck to the side, looking past me at the infinite murder of the trucker known as Beans. “If I’ve come at a bad time, I can come back later.”
My arm swung back, tapping the deck and closing out of the surveillance video I had found from Chicago. “No, it’s fine. I was just working on a case.”
Her lips canted up in a mischievous smirk. “I was under the impression the Beans case wasn’t under the purview of the Indianapolis Branch anymore.”
My blood ran cold. There was nothing I hated more than having questions without answers. It made my skin prickle with nervous energy. “And just what do you know about Beans?”
She now turned, sauntering away to hide her face. But it did nothing to hide the devious glee in her voice, knowing I was on edge. “I know you want to catch Dak Rambo. And I know my employers want you to catch him.”
My synapses were firing fast, trying to put together just who this catwoman was and who she worked for. I’d never seen her before around the office. She didn’t seem like Lone Star, and if she was, she’d be way up the food chain. It took every fiber of my being to keep calm. Getting riled up would only give her more power in the conversation. “Catching bad guys is my job, Ms. …”
“Noire. Catrina Noire.”
A good few seconds ticked by while I stifled a laugh. “Your name is…Cat?” Some times are harder to keep your composure than others.
Her feline ears flicked in frustration, lowering downward. “I would prefer if you would call me Ms. Noire. More to the point, who I am is of little important. I come offering you a chance of a lifetime.”
I lowered myself back into my chair and turned to my workstation computer. “Chance of a lifetime, huh? Does it involve signing up for the “Trideo of the Month” club? Because I’ve been burned before.”
More involuntary ear flicks from the Changeling. I was obviously getting under her skin. Good. The less she could play the stone-cold Corporate Femme Fatale card, the better it was for me. “Detective Armstrongman, I am trying to have a serious discussion with you.”
“Lady, if you think “Trideo of the Month” isn’t serious, try cancelling a subscription.”
She finally lunged forward, grabbing my chair and spinning me around with a cat’s speed and grace. “I am trying to give you Dak Rambo, you idiot!”
My mouth opened up, slack and fumbling for words. It took my brain a second to catch up. “Dak’s gone. He’s in Chicago. Not my area of operation. I couldn’t even-”
“He’s not in Chicago,” she cut in. “Not anymore. After Beans, he and the NeoScum skipped town and headed out West.”
“NeoScum? Who the hell are they?”
The Cat in Armani just shook her head, giving me a chiding cluck of the tongue. “You’ve been hunting him and you don’t even know what he and his motley crew have been calling themselves? You really are two steps behind.” Her playful smirk returned, taunting me. “Lucky for you, I’m here.”
“I thought it was unlucky to cross paths with a black cat,” I quipped angrily.
A soft, self-satisfied purr rumbled up from her throat. “Maybe. But not for you. Not right now.” She tossed me a business card. “We’ll talk later. Somewhere we can really go over the details.” And with that, turned and walked right down the row of cubicles and out the door, never looking back.
I wanted to go after her, but I knew I was being watched. My superiors had justified suspicions that I wouldn’t be able to let the Rambo case go. If I chased after Ms. Noire, I’d just be throwing fuel on a fire that some smug bureaucrat like Dusseldorf could use to roast me. The better plan was to just stay put, wait for my shift to end, and then meet her. As thoughts of just who she was and who she was working for swirled in my brain, I couldn’t help but inspect her business card. Turning it over, I found a messaged scrawled on the back: Cognitia Memory Storage at 8 PM. Using my personal comm, I tapped a message to her contact information on the front of the card: “See you there.”
“Looks like it’s a date,” I muttered softly to myself, tucking the card into my pocket. Sure, it was a date with a mysterious woman in some creepy building that copied people’s brains, but beggars can’t be choosers.
By the time I had left work, the night had claimed Indianapolis once more, pulling everything but the brilliant, gaudy neon hues out of the city. The drive to Cognitia Memory Storage wasn’t long, but it felt like ages as I played out the possibilities in my head. Maybe Ms. Noire wasn’t on the level? Maybe she was going to try and leave me face down in the gutter with a few new ballistically-installed entrances? Maybe she was working for Rambo? Maybe she was just full of drek? There were a million ways this could come back to bite me in the ass, and I was beginning to question my sanity more and more. But I kept on driving until I saw the dingy, filthy storefront in the strip mall.
Cognitia was one of those places where people could scan their thoughts into a digital format. It was essentially meant to be a backup for your mind in case something happened to you. And while the technology had been useful for copying people’s experiences, it hit a major snag: you couldn’t put the memories back into an organic format. There was no way to load the memories into a host or surrogate. They were just there: digital data converted from an analog being.
Climbing out of my squad car, I did an initial search with my cyber eye, only to come back empty handed. Either there weren’t any traps, or I was going to die very, very surprised. With a deep breath, I walked up to the door, my boots carefully treading over the concrete. Even though the shop was obviously closed, it was unlocked. I braced myself and pushed the door open, creeping into the lobby to find Catrina there, talking to some Matrix vid feed only she could see on those sunglasses of hers..
“Yes, I know that. But these things take time and...listen, I have to go. I’ll contact you.” She then made a motion in the air with her hand, closing the feed down and looking at me. “I’m glad you came, Detective. I know this must all seem very suspicious.”
“Suspicious doesn’t begin to describe it. But I’m here, so let’s talk.” I reached into my coat and pulled my vape out, pressing the cold metal of the mouthpiece to my lips and inhaling a stream of mango flavored stimulants, letting the residual gush of vapor jet out of nose.
The feline Changeling cleared her throat, changing her tone to something oratory. “Detective, I represent an organization of particular clout that wants to make sure that Dak Rambo and his NeoScum hoodlums are put down. Hard. They’ve already caused far too much trouble and I sincerely doubt they are done.” She took step after careful step, accenting her words with her approach. “That’s where you come in, Detective. You’re driven. You’re smart. But more to the point, you’re willing to do whatever it takes to catch your culprit.” By this point, she was almost toe to toe with me, her eyes looking down at me. “I mean, just look at the Maguffin Case.”
My jaw clenched, a physical response to the mental effort of blocking out all the pain and strife that damn case had caused me and those I love. “If you want my help, you should know my first rule: don’t ever bring up the Maguffin Case. Ever.”
She took a step back, holding up her hands in a conciliatory manner. “Of course. My apologies. But the fact remains that you are someone we need to bring in Dak.”
More mango poured over my tongue and into my lungs, pausing there before exhaling. “That’s all well and good, but I have a job. And my job right now is not chasing him.”
Those lips pulled up into that Cheshire grin, baring her pronounced fangs. Her left hand rose to the air once more, gesturing to some phantom interface. My comm buzzed and my cyber eye popped up a notification: a forwarded message from Catrina Noire titled “Temporary Reassignment of Argus A. Armstrongman”.
My pulse spiked, mouth dry as the Sahara as I skimmed the prospective orders from Lone Star Security Central Office. It took a few seconds to work up the saliva necessary to reply. “How did you get this? Corporate doesn’t just tear people new orders like this.”
“They do for my client,” she retorted.
“And just who are they?” I asked.
“People who can’t work safely with Dak Rambo out there.”
And that was when the puzzle came into picture. “The National Society of Honored Truckers...”
Her golden eyes went wide with surprise, showing off more of her narrow pupil-slits behind her Matrix shades. “How did...?” She trailed off though, settling into an amused expression. “I guess this just goes to show we got the right man for the job. The question is whether or not you’re smart enough to take the job.”
I shut off my vape and stuck it back in my pocket, pondering the prospects. I wanted to make a rational, informed decision, but I honestly couldn’t. In my heart, I knew I couldn’t be calculated about this. I was a bloodhound and I’d gotten the putrid scent of a psychopathic murderer trucker. There was no giving up. Nobody else was going to bring him in but me.
“I’m in,” I muttered. “I’ll take the job. Though I don’t know why we had to come here for you to make the offer.”
“Oh we’re not here for the offer, Detective. We’re here for something else.” She then quickly turned and strolled over to a counter and picking up a memory stick and tossing it. “We’re here for this.”
I caught the stick and looked at the letters written on the side in black permanent marker, unable to stifle a bitter laugh. “Beans? You’ve got to be kidding me...”
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12th June 2017
By 0600, I got up. I couldn't lay in that bed any longer. I got dressed and went outside. Steve was awake too but he stayed in bed. It was freezing outside but I wanted Julie-Ann to see we was awake so I could have a cup of tea.
I walked along the balcony/decking area and looked over the lake. A noise made me jump and I turned around. Turns out, I scared the kangaroos and they scared me!
Three of them were within 2 metres of me and just stared. I walked towards them and said hi. They just sat there. I quickly and quietly walked back to the room and told Steve to wake up. I grabbed my GoPro and we went over to them. Only one wasn't too scared to stay near us. The jumped off and we went for a walk around the house. There were Kangaroos everywhere. It was amazing.
There were cockatoos in the trees making the funniest of noises, making me laugh everytime they chirped. The kangroos were hopping round us. It was like a dream. I can imagine in the summer it would look beautiful with all the flowers and trees booming. The house is called Banksia B&B because of the banksia's surrounding. Julie-Ann said she provides flowers for the local florists because she gets so many.
By 0800, Steve was frozen. We jumped back into bed to try and warm up. I heard Bouncer barking away so I thought Julie-Ann was awake. Bouncer sleeps outside and he often barks at the kangaroos. Steve and I were still the only ones awake. We went back outside at 0830 where Julie-Ann finally was up and ready, she invited us in for tea and coffee.
We had two slices of toast and I had tea, Steve had coffee. She had cereal in the tiny boxes you used to have as a child, too. We felt too rude to ask for more. We sat in the front room watching Australia's version of This Morning. I miss Holly and Phil though, they are brilliant. Steve was talking to Oscar the cockatoo for a while as he was lonely. The second Steve would walk away, he would start screaming. He was so loud! He said morning to us and 'would you like a coffee?'. Steve would love a parrot if he could have one.
Eventually, the other 4 woke up. It was about 0930. Steve and I went to shower as they were eating. Steve got in first and washed and I got in second. As I was shampooing, the water went freezing. I've never felt cold water like it. Steve reckons Julie-Ann put the dishwasher on. I had to wash the shampoo out in what felt like ice on my head. It was awful.
The worst part was, my towel was still soaking from the jacuzzi the night before. The house was too cold to dry it off. I almost cried (again, obviously) it was that cold. I got dressed and ready as quickly as possible.
Steve was outside speaking with Julie-Ann for ages. I went outside and she was feeding the birds. The birds were bright red, almost tropical. She said they get so many different wildlife animals here. Julie-Ann takes photos and puts it into an album when she sees something different. She gets different plantation, flowers and toadstools too. She let us flick through the album which was great. The red deer look amazing. I wasn't all that fussed abut the Emu's though because they scare me. The Kangaroos came over and scared the birds off. They then started to have a fit over the bird seeds. It was comical to watch. Bouncer used to chase the Emu’s but one time, they turned around and chased him. They rolled him over, so now he’s scared of them. Lesson learnt!
She said she would take us for a walk around the forest if we wanted, which we said yes too. We were all waiting for Dan to get ready, as we do every time we go anywhere with him. He was laying on the bed for ages before getting showered. He wasn't ready until 1130 which was slightly annoying but never mind. He got a really hot shower too. Boo.
We all left and walked around with Julie-Ann and Bouncer. He was 12 years old but I can see how he got his name - he jumps and runs everywhere. He's so full of energy.
Julie-Ann said that fires happen so often here, which we all knew about Australia anyway. Three years ago, a massive bush fire spread and she almost lost the house. Gum trees were falling (they're absolutely MASSIVE trees). The firemen took all the local residents into a hall and one by one they went out in the trucks to see whether they had a house or not. Julie-Ann and Rob lost their shed but not their house thankfully.
We came across loads of kangaroos, emus and toadstools. The toadstools were absolutely massive, bigger than 5 human heads! It started to rain but we carried on walking. We went to one of the fallen Gum trees. I couldn't believe how big it actually was. We stood inside of one that got half burnt but didn't fall. You cant touch the tree even when your arms are out wide.
She took us back and our feet were soaking wet. I changed my socks and put on my slides (slipper sandles) and put my trainers into the front of the car to dry. We all packed our stuff, said our goodbyes and left around 1230.
We went to Mackenzie Falls as we decided not to do it yesterday. Unfortunately, the weather was rubbish today but we still wanted to see it.
We got to the carpark after a 30 minute drive as we were following Jack and he took a wrong turn. The falls were down the bottom of a steep hill/stairs. Going down was easy but coming back up was going to be hard, again. My poor legs!
We couldn't see much outwards due to the fog but we were up high. Hopefully, it was going to be better the lower we went.
We climbed to the bottom and the waterfall was beautiful. It was cold, cloudy and rainy so it wasn't appreciated as much as it probably could've been. We all took our photos and decided to leave. My legs were in pieces going back up. After all the strenuous climbing yesterday, with no sleep and no food, I wanted the world to swallow me up.
With Steve's help pushing and pulling me, we got to the top. I managed to stay in the lead for the majority of it too which was good. Megan and Dan struggled and they were last up. We were all very tired and sweaty.
That was the last climb, hopefully ever. We went on to drive down towards Halls Gap where the shops were. Everyone wanted to go to the Chip shop but I said nothing would be open being as it's Bank Holiday Monday... Steve said they would be because they'd make loads of money.
Steve started to drive and took a detour to the 'Borocay' lookout which is something we all wanted to see. As we were passing, he took the opportunity. Unfortunately, it was too foggy to see anything at all. He also took us down a dirt track into the middle of nowhere. We decided to turn around after 15 minutes of driving. There was a sign saying that we would hear gunshots due to pest control. We didn't want to get hit so we left. We were worried about turning round incase the car got stuck in the mud/sand but both cars managed it.
We were in Toyota Stylers, so we named our car Susie Styler. She did us good. Ours was white and Mel's was red. The carhire called them Stylers but I actually think they're Corolla Ascent's but never mind.
When we eventually got to the bottom, the chip shop was shut. JUST LIKE I SAID! But, I'm not one to boast... We went into the little newsagents and ordered food. The newsagents is ran by fairly old people which is nice because they're probably very bored otherwise. The service was really slow though. It was one man and one woman, but we never see the woman do anything. The man would take one persons order and make the coffee, then the toastie and onto the next person. You would wait a good 15 minutes for your drink and a further 15 for a toastie. We weren't in a rush which was okay. We wanted to order foods like jacket potatoes but everything had sold out apart from toasties. Megan and Mel are vegetarians so the man had to make new sandwiches from scratch as he only had ham and cheese left. We were there for quite some time.
We left after having a toastie and went to see if we could do Mount William before leaving for home. It was about 1500.
Apparently, we could drive to the top of the moutain for the lookout point rather than climb. It was right at the bottom of the Grampians park so about a half an hour drive away in the opposite direction from Halls Gap. Steve was driving and I was reading the map...
We got there eventually and the car was climbing uphill for ages. It was so circular too. The visability and rain was getting worse so we decided to abort this mission (when we could). There wasn't anywhere to stop for at least 15 minutes. We pulled over, told Mel it was pointless and headed back down the mountain. Time to go home.
I was driving us home so Steve and I swapped over and on the road we went.
Home would take us just over 3 hours which didn't seem all that bad until midway through.
The motorway got dark so quickly, and again, there weren't any lights. They work in KM instead of MPH here too. Psychologically, when you're going 100kmph, it feels like you're going stupidly fast when in reality, its about 60mph.
We got about half way through when a lorry decided to be an idiot and get the hump with me for no reason. I was continuously in the slow lane following Jack. I was going 100 and the speed limit was 110. He got within 1 metre of our car 3 times before holding his horn down at me. I'm not sure what he expected me to do - I was going as fast as I could, I wasn't going to break the speed limit, I was in the slow lane... He tried to overtake me about 3 times but couldn't get in front of another car that was doing the speed limit too.
He was being a right arse! (sorry Dad). He made me so nervous. He eventually overtook us by going stupidly faster than the limit and overtook Jack, too. We ended up overtaking him a while down as we were going through a town. The speed limit dropped to 60kmph and he got stuck at the traffic lights. I was so happy because a lorry of that size should not be within 1 metre of my back window on a motorway at 100kmph. Idiot!
We carried on the motorway when the lorry ended up behind my window again after about half an hour. He must've been going so fast to catch us up... He did the same again and overtook us. I was getting so stressed mainly because there were 3 other people in the car in my care... It was pitch black and when he got close, his headlights were in my rear window. I wish I could report him!
Eventually, I pulled over in the 'services’. We tried to find a proper one for miles but nothing was there. SES (state emergency services) had a tent in a lay-by with free tea, coffee and biscuits for motorists which was great. We went for a wee in a brick 'house' that was FULL of spiders. I didn't tell Meg otherwise she wouldn't have gone. The SES do it every time there is a long weekend because motorists travel so often. It's a great idea. They had stickers, leaflets, activity books and all sorts. Free coffee and biscuit was the best. My stomach felt empty. I only had 2 toast and 1 sandwich today.
I was too scared to drive but I knew we had lost the nutcase lorry driver. Steve took over and we led the way. We had about 1.5 hours to go still which went quite fast luckily.
The worst thing was, we had to go into the city. Steve doesn't do well when he's under pressure. We had to fill the petrol tank up before we gave it back too which gave him more stress.
We followed the satnav which was difficult as Steve couldn't see it, he could only go by what we were saying from our phones. The lanes changed and trams were everywhere. The traffic lights are different here because you can turn on red too. Steve got really stressed and I'm almost sure he went grey. We took loads of wrong turns but luckily we ended up on the right road with a petrol station. We filled up and managed to turn in Jucy and leave the car with us all, including Susie, in one piece. Successful trip in my eyes! Steve calmed down after and apologised to us - we told him that we couldn't have drove in the city so well done to him. Especially as he's still a 'new' driver.
Mel and Jack weren't in the car park. We sorted our stuff out, made sure it was tidy inside and I rang Mel. She was having a mental breakdown, lost in the city somewhere. She was being honked at and all sorts. They eventually pulled up and she was shouting in the car 'I HATE DRIVING IN THE CITY!!'. I don't blame her. We dropped the keys in the 'letterbox' and left for the tram.
The tram took about 15 minutes, we jumped on and it took us right to Flinders station. Jack stays in a different hostel so he stayed on. His hostel is called Space Hotel (its really expensive, I wish we could stay there).
We got back to the hostel around 2130. Everyone got McDonalds but I didn't want fastfood. I went without. We sat down in the kitchen, sorted out who owed who what money and everyone went to bed.
I sat in the kitchen on my own for a bit, having a breather. We just had the weekend of a lifetime and now we're back to reality. Dead excited for a good nights sleep, though. I was the only one who didn't have work in the morning.
I got into bed and died within a few seconds!
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