#and then the ship kicked in my door and grabbed me by the throat

[soraontop]

II. I WON’T SAY (I’M IN LOVE)

title i won’t say (i’m in love)

summary it’s that first “oh. oh.” moment for sora. chapter 2 to ‘10 things i hate about you’ series

genre fluff, angst, slice of life ???

characters jung sora (8th female member oc of enhypen), jake sim, brief cameos of other enhypen members xx

warnings poly ot7 enhypen au with 8th female member. sora is difficult and emotionally stunted. feelings realization. implications of sora’s not so great home life.

words 3,033

note sorry im a professional procrastinator thats why it took forever 😭 this just isnt my only focus sjfndjd i focus on so many things at once lmao. anyways, pls let me know what u guys think and if theres anything yall wanna see ?? like in the past or present time !!

PREVIOUS.

ISEULLIE: sora check out this video LOL it’s hilarious

ISEULLIE: [link]

Sora stares down at her phone, the YouTube video thumbnail staring back up at her. scorpioz being scorpioz, the title said with the thumbnail saying ‘sorajake being sorajake’. Her brows furrow, eyes darting between the picture of her and Jake mid-laugh, staring at one another over the heads of the other boys.

She curiously clicks the link, and it’s a matter of fifteen seconds before she’s giggling at her phone. She never responds to Iseul until later. In her head, she can’t even hear the bustling noise of Jay making lunch for the group and her members shouts— not that she paid much mind to it, anyway. She grew up as the only girl in a family full of boys, she could typically deal with the noise. The video sends her into a whole new world of Engene made videos of the group, mostly watching the ones concerning her. Almost every video she watches includes Jake. A lot.

She’s never realized how much she really talks to or about Jake. Yes, she’s thought about the ‘what if?’ question that Jake was never in her life and how she’d deal without him. (Her answer: She couldn’t.) But for there to be so many parts to a video series titled “Reasons to Ship JakeSora” was a bit ridiculous.

A knock on her door interrupts her watching, making her sit up in shock before she quickly swipes out of the app and clears her throat, glancing around her room for anything out of place— as if that would tell on her for watching fan made videos of her and her members. Oh, she thinks she’d genuinely die if she was caught. She can never do that again.

“Come in,” she says, hoping the person behind the door wouldn’t notice the waver in her voice. The knob turns and the door opens, revealing Jake standing with a cup of steaming hot ramen in hand. She blinks. Speak of the devil …

Jake grins that stupid crooked smile, kicking the door shut behind him gently. “You haven’t eaten all day, are you going on strike?” Amusement shines in his eyes and she rolls her eyes, an automatic response at this point. He’s almost as bad as Sunghoon, she swears. He holds out the ramen and a pair of chopsticks to her.

“Just too lazy to get up,” she manages to bite back a grin as her lips threaten to twitch. She takes it carefully, blowing on it gently and looks up at the older boy. “Thank you.” She tries not to spit the words out as if they’re poison, but old habits die hard.

Jake notices, but he doesn’t mention it. “Do you want to go watch a movie?” He asks instead, seemingly holding his breath for her reaction.

Sora smiles slightly, feeling her heart warming in her chest, “Yeah, what are we gonna watch?” She grabs her phone and ramen, shoving the phone in her pajama shorts for a free hand.

“I meant, like,” he waves his hand at her, fumbling for the words, “Outside. At a theater.” He then hastily clarifies, “With me.”

“In public?” Sora blinks, surprised. He wants to go out in public with her where it’s inevitable for a fan or some to catch them. Yes, they were seen in public all the time but that was when it was for a schedule. He nods silently.

Strangely enough, to her, it was more intimate to be seen out together without any staff or other members. It meant that he wanted to be seen with her in public.

For a brief, panicky moment, her heart stops at the thought.

Swallowing the taste in her mouth with a bite of ramen, she slowly nods, “Okay. What movie?”

Jake proceeds to ramble on about the movie, what it was about, who was starring in it, what he liked about the trailer. She tries to listen, she really does— but she suddenly finds his lips a lot more interesting. Without even meaning to, her eyes keep dropping from his eyes to his mouth, watching as he’d momentarily pull his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought about something before saying it.

Horror suddenly fills her chest once she realizes what she’s doing, eyes widening and a small gasp leaving her mouth. Jake, who hears, stops, looking at her in concern, “What? What is it?”

Sora’s face goes blank. “Nothing, the ramen just burned my tongue.”

Jake looks more concerned now, “Shit, I’m sorry, Sora.” He starts to lean forward and she tenses, looking at him with wide eyes as he … tries to inspect her mouth? What the hell was happening? Why was he so concerned? “Is your tongue OK? Let me see—”

Sora was already panicked with how close he was— imagine how much that tripled when he cupped her cheek and tried to urge her to open her mouth. Her heart pounding was so loud in her ears that it blocked out everything else Jake was saying. She didn't know what she was thinking, all she knew was that she had to get away from him and fast, preferably before her heart burst out of her chest.

In her haste to get away, she completely forgot about the cup of ramen in her lap and didn’t secure it before jolting up. With a painful gasp, the ramen tips over and spills over her clothes and bed. To prevent from letting out any other painful mutters, she bit down on her tongue— hard. It wasn’t as bad as she had previously said it was, but it was still warm— warm enough to hurt badly.

“Shit! Sora—” Jake bolts up after her, looking at her soaked clothes with wide eyes. “Fuck, fuck— are you OK?!” He doesn’t wait for her reply before he’s shouting out into the dorm, “Hyung! Jay! Jungwon! Sora’s hurt!”

Oh, don’t tell them that, Jake! A voice in her head groans. She never wants to worry them.

Sora faintly notices the lull of conversation from the boys outside, before she hears multiple loud footsteps rushing towards her room. She shakes her head as her door is pushed open, revealing the rest of her members crowded in the doorway. Jay pushed himself to the front, closely followed by Heeseung and Sunghoon with wide, frantic eyes.

She tries to reassure them that she’s OK, that it’s just a little spill, and a little of a burning, but nothing she’s never handled before. But their voices are overlapping, asking what happened, if she was OK, and Jungwon was rushing in with two towels, quickly wrapping one around her and putting one on the floor to clean up the ramen.

Sora blinks at the noise, getting tired of hearing the same questions so she huffs, raising her voice as she shouts, “Shut up!”

The boys shut up. Sunghoon, even in his worry, manages to raise his eyebrows and point a finger at him as if to ask, “Me?”

She breathes out, looking down at her now dirty clothes, “Thank you. I’m fine. It’s just a little spill.”

“A little spill?” Heeseung asks in disbelief, “Your skin’s red because of how hot it is, Sora.”

She looks down again, tilting her head to see the redness Heeseung claims to see. “Huh.” She murmurs, seeing how unusually red her skin was. “Well … It doesn’t feel that bad.”

“You’re going to feel it in a minute,” Jay quickly grabs her by the wrist gently, pulling her out of her room, passing by the concerned Sunoo and Niki. Her skin tingles where he grabs her, and she’s not so sure the redness on her skin is from the ramen anymore. “Hurry, go take a shower— No hot water. We’ll clean this up, don’t worry.”

“Oh, no, really, I’m fine,” Sora laughs lightly, shaking her head, “Like, it’s really not even that bad—”

Sunghoon doesn’t even bother letting her finish her sentence, picking her up and basically dragging her to the bathroom. She can feel Jake’s apologetic and worried eyes on her as she’s dragged out of her own room. “Hey!” She quickly hits him lightly on the shoulder, “Let me go!”

“Alright,” he shrugs, letting Niki push open the bathroom door and quickly shoves her in. She whirls around just in time for the bathroom door to shut in her face.

Her mouth drops open, “Sunghoon!”

“Sunghoon Oppa,” he corrects.

“You earn that title!” Sora hits the door lightly, trying to wiggle the doorknob, but it doesn’t open, “Let me out! I’m OK, please don’t clean it up, I’ve got it!”

“Already started,” Niki’s voice comes through the door, “Too late. Get in the shower before it gets worse, noona, please.”

“Don’t be dumb,” Jungwon chastises her lightly next, “You know it’s the smart thing to do.” She can’t help but feel appalled, again.

“But—”

“No buts!” She can hear Heeseung shout from her room.

Sora resists the urge to throw a tantrum like she would have nearly six years ago. She sighs, the warmth now a dull ache. “I don’t even have clothes to change into!”

“We’ll get you new clothes,” Sunoo reassures her from outside the door now.

“Don’t go through my room!” She says loudly, starting off as a shriek before she forces herself to quieten down. It reminded her too much of her old self. “Just let me out and I’ll—”

“Let you out so you can lock yourself in another room?” Sunghoon sounds somehow both amused and serious now, and she has no idea how, “Get in the shower, Sora.”

“I’ll get you clothes, Sora,” Sunoo says gently, then there was a light thump on the door. She wonders if he’s resting his head on the door like she is. (He is.) “Don’t worry, I won’t snoop or anything.”

“I know, but …” Her voice is uncharacteristically weak, “Just … Get me a shirt and pants, please. I’ll get the rest …” She feels awkward saying it, her brothers were far too young to even want to help her with anything. She wasn’t used to this, being taken care of. She didn’t like it. She also just didn’t want any of the boys going through her room and finding things she never wanted them to see.

There’s a pause, and then footsteps walk away from the bathroom door, but she can tell one or two people are still on the opposite side.

“Sunoo’s getting your clothes,” Sunghoon murmurs, and there’s another pause, “Don’t be stubborn. You know we just want to help.” His footsteps then walk away, too, and she finally relaxes, swallowing as she turns to face the bathroom mirror. The mirror is slightly still fogged from whoever took a shower earlier, and she swipes at it with her hand to look at her body clearly.

She winces at the redness on her arms and thighs, knowing from experience that it would hurt way less later on. She had no idea how she was going to explain this to their managers.

“Sora,” she jumps when she heard Jake’s soft voice on the other side, turning as if she could see him. She slowly walks closer to the door as he says, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to spill on you.”

“It’s OK,” she shakes her head, frowning to herself. “It wasn’t your fault at all, I’m the one who spilled it.”

“But I brought it to you—”

“It should’ve been on the table,” Sora says it like it’s final, leaving no room for an argument. Jake doesn’t reply for a moment and she wonders if he left, but she didn’t hear him walk away.

“Still, it must’ve hurt a lot,” Jake insists.

“I’m used to it,” the words come out of her mouth before she can even think it through. She visibly recoils once she realizes, mouth parting in shock as she starts to frantically look around as if it’d give her an excuse on why she said that. “I— Uh—”

“What do you mean?” Jake asks, his tone being mixed of confusion and cautiousness, and she can imagine him standing on the other side with that cute confused look he gets. She curses herself for somehow managing to think about something like that in a situation like this. It’s just the videos getting to her, she knows it.

Sora sighs, “I just mean I’ve been cooking for a long time, remember? My mom taught me young.” Kind of, but this time she keeps the truth to herself.

“Oh, right,” Jake laughs, sounding relieved. “You know, I thought for a second …” Don’t say it, don’t say it. “You know what? Nevermind. Just … I’m sorry, OK?” Before they can get into another little argument over the same topic, she hears his footsteps walking away.

Sora wants to scream. Her face falls into her hands, slumping against the door. Her hand comes back and lightly smacks herself on the head, “Why, why, why …” So stupid of her to be so careless. They didn’t need to know anything in her home life. That was a mistake.

Why did she feel so compelled to just spill her guts out to Jake? That was the last thing she needed was for him to know anything in general. Sure, the basic stuff about her was fine, but he, nor the others, needed to know anything about her home life. She knew they’d overreact, and she just wanted life to slow down a bit so she could catch her breath.

Forcing herself off the door, she sighs loudly and starts the cold water.

Sora really can’t understand why she’s doing this to herself.

She really does try her best to not avoid Jake the next few days, she doesn’t want him thinking she blames him for the spill, but she also just … needs space. Every time he touches or jokingly flirts with her, even when he just talks to her or says her name, her heart starts pounding and her face gets warm. She’s tired of it, and needs a break. So if she stays close to Sunoo or Heeseung for the majority of the next week, he doesn’t think anything of it.

It’s the middle of the week, and ENHYPEN are at dance practice, already practicing for their first comeback despite still in the middle of promotions for Given-Taken. Sora is ever so unsuspecting, pushing her hair back up with a ponytail as the only sound in the room was her and her members’ loud out of breath panting. The choreographer claps once, “Good job, guys. See you tomorrow, yeah?”

Sora forces herself to respectfully bow as her members do, waving goodbye to the staff and choreographer that leave. The only people in the room now are the group and their managers, Wooseok and Hyosun, and she glances around to see that Wooseok is calling someone and Hyosun is texting. She turns to look for her water bottle that was no longer in the same place it was before, but is startled when two water bottles were presented to her at the same time.

Feeling a creeping sense of dread, she presses her lips together and looks up, finding both Jay and Jake holding out bottles of water to her. She glances between the two, who glance at her and then to the waters and then to each other. Both of their hands move like they’re going to take it back, but when they both catch what the other is doing, they freeze.

“Um,” Sora murmurs, feeling awkward as her face heats up, mostly out of embarrassment and slightly flustered. She doesn’t like the position she’s in, at all. She notices movement in the corner of her eye and turns her head to see Niki holding up her lilac water bottle in his hand slightly from his spot against the wall. “Yeah, thanks but …” She gestures to Niki, quickly grabbing it from him and starting to chug it down. Half because she really was thirsty, the other half because she wanted to ignore the situation.

Avoiding eye contact with the other members, who were watching the awkward moment, she sits in between Heeseung and Sunoo. Pressing the cool bottle against her cheek, she waits a few moments before looking back up to see if anyone was still staring at her.

Her eyes connect with Jay’s and she abruptly turns her head back to the floor, feeling her face get impossibly hot, even with the water bottle. She feels like she just got caught doing something she shouldn’t have done.

There had to be something seriously wrong with her.

“Your face is really red,” Heeseung whispers from beside her, and she turns her head to stare at him. He blinks. She blinks before turning her head back to the floor.

“Yeah, we just got done practicing,” she mutters, swallowing. She’s afraid if she stares any longer, he’ll be able to know what she’s thinking.

Here’s the thing— Sora isn’t dumb. She was placed in the top three of her class, and she was sure to get into any university she wanted. She’s also been in a relationship before, she’s had plenty of crushes— she knows. But she can’t.

Not when they’re her members.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn’t think much into it and would let it pan out.

And it wasn’t even just one of them. It was two. She really was proving netizens right. And she hated it. So what was she going to do?

Ignore it and hope it goes away. And if not, well … She was pretty sure that plan would work. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if it didn’t.

As long as she remains strictly platonic with her members, everything would be fine. She’s worked too damn hard to get where she is now, she’s been through two survival shows, and she wasn’t going to go on another one again. She would succeed in her dream.

Still, she seems to forget that the heart wants what it wants.

#enhypen 8th member #enhypen #enhypen addition #enhypen female addition #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #kpop female addition #kpop female oc #enhypen angst #enhypen jake #jake sim #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #enhypen poly #poly enhypen #poly kpop #kpop female member #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop addition #kpop poly #sim jaeyun #park jongseong #jay park #jay x reader

[kaisworlds]

Ok so I’m thinking of this idea like just IMAGINE luffy x dom male reader but luffy is like seriously clingy and gets jealous super easy (scenario: luffys sees you training with Zoro out on deck shirtless and as he watches you pin Zoro to the ground with your sword he gets jealous - this could be smut or fluff depending on how your feeling but yeah

first ask lets gooo also i love luffy sm anon ty for requesting :)

i feel like i did bad (couldnt capture luffy's personality correctly) but we move🤞

jealousy.

TOP DOM MALE READER

cw: jealousy, sword fighting, lime??, grinding

being luffy's boyfriend comes with its perks, you now have a cute captain as the love of your life and of course the future king of the pirates

but it of course he isnt always as free minded as he seems, you see luffy has a huge issue with sharing you, around meal time you always sit next to him so he doesnt act grumpy.

like every other summer day on the sunny you are sparing with zoro swords clashing until you knock his sword out of his hand quickly bending down spinning your foot too kick his legs up out from under him, pinning him down to the deck your sword up against his throat, a layer of sweat covering both of you, heavy breathing being heard over the waved crashing against the ship,as you get up helping zoro you turn around watching luffy staring daggers into zoro's back. dismissing your self you walk up to him and before you can even say anything he grabs your collar leading you into his room locking the door hugging you tightly. "uhmm captain you okay there" with no answer from him you grip his shoulders pulling him away seeing his pout glaring at zoro in the distance through the window to avoid eye contact "love are you jealous?" you ask with a slight smirk on your face and a smug tone

luffy's face lights up pink before stammering out "well you guys are all over each other everyday and i saw you pin him down...." nodding your head you lift his up to kiss his lips, pulling back watching him chase your lips for more "luffy im all yours i promise...i can show everyone who im with too." luffy tilts his head "huh? how?" "im gonna make sure everyone hears you shout my name....that should get the idea across right?" you reply rubbing your knee over his crotch pushing him against the door, he nods clearly excited "it shouldnt be a problem 'cause of how loud you are right captain" your teasing voice pulls out a small whine from him mixed in with his moans from grinding his hips into your knee "you can be louder than that right luffy" you move down to kiss and suck on his neck "n-name stop teasingg me"

#luffy x male reader #bottom luffy #top male reader #dom male reader #sub luffy #sub one piece #kai writes👽

[zorosbeau33]

Storm~ Sanji x Genderless Reader Timestamp

❖ One Piece, Sanji x Genderless reader

❖ Timestamp, Fluff

❖ Tw: None

❖ wc: 640

❖ @tojiseviltwin @kimnamshiks @d0uble0hd0nut❖ Masterlist ❖

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Just a little something that came to mind while I was searching for inspiration~

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Drip drip drip, the rain pattered the windows of the Sunny interrupted only by drop-

“Luffy you break my plate again I break your face!” Snarled Sanji unbeknownst to either gentleman, a lone figure was braving the storm outside. The ship bobbed in the harbor as waves rolled under its hull, the figurehead at the bow almost imperceivable in the torrential downpour. Yet standing at the rail not far from the carved lion you stood, Nami’s voice calling somewhere below decks falling deafly on your ears drowned out by the punishing droplets and wind. 

It would not be Franky to notice first but Chopper's soft question to Robin at the dinner table that would draw the attention of the rest of the crew. His high voice asking sweetly where you had gone, shouldn’t they wait for you to start dinner? Sanji’s neck nearly broke as his head snapped up. Dropping Luffy and Ussop on the floor he looked around in earnest, heart jumping into his throat. 

“Where are they?” A frown crossed his face, worry sending his fingers to his pocket drawing out yet another cigarette. “When was the last time someone saw them? DAMMIT-” 

Before Robin could answer that you’d simply wanted to watch the lightning dance out over the ocean Sanji had kicked the door open. 

“HEY BE CAREFUL OUT THERE IT'S STORMING!” Yelled Franky getting up to grab the door as the wind and rain held it open to the dark night. “HEY CRAZY COOK-” “Let him be,” Chuckled Zoro “Love chef is looking for his lover there's no stopping him.” Indeed within moments Sanji had found you, yelling something unintelligible he yanked you into his arms trying to cover you in his jacket to stop anymore rain soaking you to the bone.  “HEY YOU-” He couldn’t call you an idiot but the fright he had gone through in those few minutes praying you had not gone overboard was enough to make him tremble. “Come inside you’re going to get sick like this what were you thinking mon amour?” His gentle chastising was spattered with reassurance that he had you. And indeed no protests or explanations were heard by him as he carried you back inside and straight to the bathroom. You had scared him half to death and he was sure to tell you that. As well as tell you how you were still so beautiful dripping wet like this. Eventually he would calm down, and be able to hear you as he got clean clothes and warmed them for you as you bathed.

“Watch the storm? From outside? What if you got struck by lightning or washed overboard?” But despite his worry he would eventually bundle you up in a blanket and carry you off for a piping hot bowl of soup. “Fine if it means that much to you we can watch it together next time, I’ll buy you the nicest rain jacket money can get in the next town. Anything for you my love just please don’t frighten me like that again?”

There would be many needed kisses and reassurance that you were in fact okay and safe the entire time. Warm hands running all over your body, he would spend the night wide awake fretting over you even as you slept in his arms. And when you woke up with a cold he would do everything in his power to nurse you back to health, swearing he’d never let you out into such weather again…Although the smitten cook would find himself in a month or so breaking such promise as he held you tight on the deck of the Sunny watching the sky open up over the ocean in a cataclysmic fashion. But he had you so soggy and cold, he was still happy to stand there for however long it made you happy.

#one piece #one piece sanji #one piece x reader #one piece x gender neutral reader #one piece x you #one piece x reader timestamp #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x gender neutral reader #sanji vinsmoke #sanji vinsmoke x reader #sanji vinsmoke x you #sanji vinsmoke x gender neutral reader #sanji vinsmoke timestamp #sanji x reader timestamp #one piece timestamp #sanji one piece #black leg sanji #straw hat pirates x you #straw hat pirates x gender neutral reader #straw hat pirates x reader #straw hat pirates timestamp

[fieldofdaisiies]

This Is Halloween pt. II

ship: Azris type: shameless smut (drabble) word count: 1,1k words warnings: m o r, maybe a little mask kink on Eris' side? summary: Halloween special pt. 2; also please look at this wonderful art of Azriel as Ghostface

"Run." Azriel‘s raspy voice sends a shiver down Eris‘ spine and with a smirk on his lips, he follows the order.

Anything - he would do anything for Azriel that night, only if he kept wearing that damn mask.

Eris sets out, but has to laugh while running upstairs. It is somehow a little absurd that he got so turned on my husband wearing this mask, but then…there is hardly anything that does not turn Eris on when it comes to Azriel. His husband is just everything — everything he could have ever hoped for in the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with. And he is also so damn delicious. Eris strolls into the room, no longer in the mood for running, knowing Azriel will be here any moment anyway. He is not keen on waiting, he wants him now. 

Eris shrugs out of his robe, and loosens his tie before kicking off his shoes. Then he claims the spot at the front of the bed, sitting down, anticipating Azriel’s. And his husband doesn’t keep him waiting — but he has made some to his appearance while walking upstairs. 

"Fucking hell," Eris breathlessly expresses and throws his head back and laughs, but quickly looks back to where his husband is standing in the threshold to their shared bedroom, both broad hands braced on the upper door frame, shirt open, belt undone, the Ghostface mask perfectly in place.

"I truly had no idea my husband had such a thing for masks." Azriel’s voice is tinged with amusement, a smirk (that Eris can’t see behind the mask) playing on his lips. 

"I've also only found out today," Eris admits, bracing both his hands on the bed, leaning back, admiring his husband. God, Azriel looks so good, and Eris can't wait to claim the spot between his thighs and make Azriel see stars.

"Then let me fuck you in this mask, just like my sweet husband wants it?" Azriel coos and take a step inside the room, arms falling to his sides. 

As Azriel walks over to Eris, there is nothing but elegant grace in his stroll, dominance and power radiating from every fibre of his body. He enjoys this to the fullest, a cocky grin on his lips.

"I guess you should get on your knees now, or do want me to make you." Azriel speaks with soft dominance, every word yet punctuated, his desire stretching out.

Eris smirks. "Make me."

Azriel does not have to be told twice. He closes the distance between him and his husband, hand wrapping around Eris' throat, thumb on Eris' jaw, tipping his head back.

"Get on your fucking knees, and beg for my cock." Azriel's voice is a growl, the command and vulgar wording in it nearly making Eris's knees buckle. He can only comply, getting up, grinning and turning them around so the back of Azriel's legs touch the bed.

Normally, it is Eris who is in command, who is in control, hardly ever Azriel is the dominant one, but when he is, Eris savours every part of it. And so does Azriel. 

Azriel plops down on the bed, sitting in a sprawl. "Down, I said." There is nothing soft in Azriel's voice, just sheer dominance and power — just like his husband wants it. 

Eris follows the beckon, kneeling down in a swift movement, hands sliding up Azriel's thighs, nothing but corded muscles beneath his hands. He fully removes the belt and then deals with the buttons and the zipper of Azriel's trousers.  

It is quick work, Eris has done this many times already. He is eager, but Azriel grabs his jaw, tilting his chin up. "Such a good husband you are, already making me feel so good with the lust in your eyes."

And it is true, Eris' eyes flicker with passion, twin flames of love and lust burning in them. He grins and pokes his tongue out to lick over his lips. "Soon you will feel even better."

Azriel growls in approval and lets go of his husband's jaw, leaning back, angling his hips, getting comfortable. Eris frees his already hardening length, stroking him a few times. 

He fastens his lips around the head of Azriel's cock, giving him one gentle suck that makes the male growl and Eris smirk (as good as it is possible with his mouth otherwise occupied).

"You like that, huh?" he groans and flattens his tongue, collecting the bed of pre-come. "You like having me fully at your mercy."

"Shut up and use your mouth for more important things!"

Eris does not have to be told twice, the command in Azriel's voice so terrible arousing, his dick strains painfully behind his trousers. 

He hollows his cheeks, takes him deeper, sucking and licking and finally, knowing it drives his husband mad, swallows around him. Azriel tastes so good, Eris thinks, so good he could get drunk on him every single day, so good he can barely get enough, so good he is the only thing he needs to survive. 

Azriel's right leg jerks up, his hips lifting. He fists the sheets next to him, throws his head back, and groans. 

Eris wraps his hand around his husband's shaft, working the part his mouth can't reach.

Azriel already starts to fall apart, but he really wants to hear his husband gag, finding sinister pleasure in the sound. He thrusts his hips up, hitting the back of Eris' mouth and hears the wonderful gagging noise. "Swallow my cock, baby," he drawls. 

The fucking Ghostface mask makes it all the more hotter, Eris decides, looking up at Azriel from beneath his lashes. Azriel's shirt has opened more, the tan skin now glazed in a thin film of sweat, the mask still in place. Eris follows his husband's orders, one hand sliding down to cup his balls, the other still working his shaft, his mouth wrapping tighter around him, sucking harder. 

Azriel's hand comes down to fist Eris' hair (still slicked back, Eris' costume yet partly discarded in the room), tugging on the strands, and guiding him. Release gathers in spine, his cock twitching inside of his husband's mouth. He knows he is close and—

"Fuck!" Eris flicks his tongue against the tip of Azriel's length and it is the last push he needs. His hot seed sputters down Eris' throat. Eris swallows, gives his head one finally suck, and a kiss and sits and back on his heels. "We do this a again." He says and climbs to his feed, grabbing the Ghostface and removing it from Azriel's face. "Many times." 

Cradling Azriel's face in his broad hands, he kisses him, guiding him back on the bed. "Happy" — he kisses him deeper— "Halloween, my husband."

A hum leaves Azriel, his arms wrapping around his husband to bring him closer. "Happy Halloween, my love."

~~~~~~~~ tags: @azrielsbabyg@lady-riel@moonlightazriel@brekkershadowsinger@ladyelain@banasheefan56@a-frog-with-a-laptop @ofduskanddreams

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[killmongerskeepermain]

Her Heart // Chapter 4 // Shuri

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Violence // Blood // Character Death //

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4

You tried to pick the lock to the room as you noticed the guard was not there. You heard a couple of grunts and the sound of a thud before you backed away from the door. You shielded the queen and her child from any danger before a familiar face appeared. "Namora?" She easily broke the door off of its hinges before she walked up to the pair of you. 

"K'uk'ulkan, táan u pa'atik ti' le uláak' extremo le cheemo'."

(K'uk'ulkan is waiting at the other end of the ship.)

"The Wakandans are on the upper deck preparing for a fight. You should go to them. I'll escort the queen and K'uk'ulkan's heir to safety." She said to the queen who had a weak smile on her lips. You nodded before Namora held out her hand for you to take. "Thank you. Y/N of Wakanda." You nodded before dashing up the stairs leading to the deck.

You watched with wide eyes as the fake Shuri held a scowl on her face as your beloved Shuri stepped off of the royal jet. "Welcome princess. It truly is an honor."

You could practically see the rage radiating off of her. You had only seen this once. When the queen mother passed on. You stood frozen as the fake Shuri turned her attention to you. "You just couldn't follow directions." She shouted but you had a feeling it was directed to you. She turned her body in your direction and Shuri quickly jumped to plant herself between you.

"Your fight is with me." She sneered before the waves began slapping against the side of the ship with a strong force. You looked to see Namor land on the ship with anger across his own features. "Me as well."

This doppelganger was clearly not affected in any way. Her lips held a smirk before Namor rushed in to fight. The two came to blows and you were amazed at how she matched his energy during the fight. While the imposter's attention was elsewhere Shuri turned to you with her hands on your face. Her eyes scanned you over. Looking at every bruise, cut,  and scrape tainting your brown skin. "Are you alright, sthandwa?" You nodded slightly before she rested her forehead against your own. "I'm so sorry. I should’ve listened to you. I’m so stupid!"

"Shhh not now. You have a fight to win my love." You smiled and it was her turn to nod. "I'll be right here." She turned to the fight before her and her mask materialized. She jumped into the fight and you caught sight of two guards approaching you from behind. You stood your ground and held a fighting stance watching them circle you. You dodged one of their punches before sending a punch to his gut and an elbow to his throat. The second grabbed your arms so you jumped to kick him away. You quickly stomped down on his neck before turning back to the fight unfolding. You looked over to see the fake backed into a corner before she held up a small device, flipping the switch the boat slightly shook and Shuri's suit began to bug out. Coming off in small spots not giving her full protection. 

"Can't fight without the whole suit huh? Shame?" She stated and Shuri scoffed.  

"I do not need a suit to fight you." 

"No, the suit is to protect you. Right, your highness?" She grinned and you noticed a red beam aimed at her exposed side. Your body moved on its own before your mind could react as you dashed towards her. You grabbed her shoulder before the both of you fell to the ground with her arms around your waist for her to take the force of the fall. Nakia moved in and fired her weapon into the fake Shuri’s back and watched as she fell to her knees. She turned to her side ready to reprimand you for tackling her when her eyes moved to her now red stained hand. Shifting your hand away from your side to reveal the wound you protected her from.

"Sthandwa?" She mumbled softly as your eyes stared back at her. You groaned when she picked up to hold you close to her.

"Y/N! Baby why did you do that?!" She screamed and Namor took down the fake. He held her down as Nakia and Okoye rushed to her side, having seen the whole thing. The armed sniper was taken down by Attuma who managed to sneak behind as Nakia put her kimoyo beads to yours. 

"She's not healing." Griot said as Nakia watched with wide eyes and Shuri was on the verge of a breakdown.

“What? No. No no no. No. NO! Why not? Baby your powers aren’t working. I need you to heal up for me okay. Please heal up.”, She cried and you swallowed the blood in your mouth. She tried to use her hand to stop the bleeding. You just stared up at her as she tried to stop the tear rolling down her cheeks. "I'm supposed to bring you home. Please sthandwa. Don't leave me." The princess didn't even notice Amera and Namor standing off to the side. The Talokan queen didn't want to believe you were dying. But she didn't know what else to do. You have stuck your neck out for her and her unborn child. The least she could do was be by your side. To bring comfort to you and Shuri.

She kneeled down next to you as she held her baby to her chest. "We're gonna get you help Y/N. You're going to be okay." Shuri looked up at her and she gave a small smile letting her know she was there for her. For you. 

"We will bring in the fake for questioning. But right now we have to get Y/N back for medical attention." Okoye stated as Namora dragged fake Shuri onto the jet. Shuri gathered you in her arms and ran to the jet where Ayo was prepared to fly them all home. 

"I'll come with you." Amera said as she held onto her son who was now squirming in her grip. She followed the panther into the jet as Namor and his army trailed behind by sea. Shuri never took her eyes off of you as you stared up at her face. Her eyes held many things. Hope. Pain. Fear. Shuri couldn't lose you. She couldn't. After her mother, you became the last person to really know her. You knew her strengths. Her weaknesses. Her fears. Her secrets. 

"Usana. You're going to be alright. I promise." She mumbled as you wiped a tear away. 

"Don't cry my love." You groaned as she held you. You rested your head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. The sound was melodic. It calmed you. Pulling you to shut your eyes and rest. "I love you." With those three words you fell unconscious and she started to cry harder. 

"Hurry. You'll be okay. I promise." Her words were broken into small hiccups as the jet approached the river border. Soon after the jet reached the palace where medical staff were waiting with a stretcher for the wounded. She carried you to them before lying you down gently. "Please save her. Save her. Please." By now she sounded like a broken record, praying for you to be saved.

"We will do everything we can, your highness." With that they took you away to begin the process of saving your life. Shuri turned to the jet where Okoye was dragging the unconscious enemy out. 

"Take her to the throne room. Wait for me there." They walked away from the landing deck with sad faces as Shuri stood in her place. She used the moment of silence to calm her nerves as she took a deep breath. Her eyes closed and her hands hanging at her side. She looked up at the sky trying her best not to fall to her knees in this moment of vulnerability. "Mother." She shut her eyes as the wind blew past her face. "I know you and brother would take great care of her. But please. Don't let the ancestors take her. Not yet. I can't lose her now." Taking a deep breath her eyes fluttered open before making her way to the throne room. Nakia stood by the door waiting before stopping Shuri in her tracks. "You should be with Y/N. We can take it from here."

"Nakia please. I have to do this. I need to know why they went after Y/N in the first place. You go be with her. If anything happens, promise me you'll come tell me." 

Nakia opened her mouth to speak but no words came out so she just nodded. "I will." The two split ways and she entered the room where Okoye and Ayo stood over a body.

"Princess. You should see this." Okoye said and Shuri approached to see a man lying on the floor. "Where is the fake?"

"This is her. Or was. She shifted into this colonizer a couple of minutes after being here." The guard responded and Shuri scoffed.

"He's a mutant?" Shuri leaned down to look him over and a tattoo caught her eyes. Crossbones over a snake. "I know this tattoo. Y/N used to tell me stories about the enemies she's faced while being a wardog. She mentioned this specific tattoo." Shuri felt her stomach drop and chose to ignore it.

"So if he was defeated by Y/N before. This could be retaliation. Poor choice on his end considering all the trouble he's caused. Not just with you but with Talokan as well." Ayo stated with her spear in her hand.

"Wake him." She slammed the bottom of her weapon against the floor and he snapped awake. "Some fucking trip."

"Why?" That one word was the only thing Shuri asked and his eyes found her own. He stared up at her as he clenched his jaw not wanting to seek out his meal ticket. "I will not ask again." He could tell how angry she was by the way her chest heaved and her nostrils flared.

"It was a paid job. Me and your little wardog had some unfinished business so I took it. Paid well. Wasn't expecting the bitch to take a bullet for you though." A sharp punch landed on his cheek and he fell backwards hitting the floor.

"Don't you dare speak of her like that. Not while I'm here." She commanded and he spit blood from his mouth onto the floor. She motioned for the Dora Milaje to leave the room before unleashing her anger and punching him across the room. "Griot."

"Yes princess?"

"What's Y/N's heart rate?"

"Stable princess, but I do think you should be with her."

"I will. After I deal with him." She stomped over to the man before kicking him in the gut. His body landed on the other side of the room from the force of her kick and she was on him again. Only this time she was knocking the living daylights out of him. Every punch she dished out was for each time he hurt you. Because he took you. He made you whimper in pain. He inflicted all those bruises on your beautiful skin. Everything in the outside world was drowned out by Shuri's anger. Last time she felt like this you were the one to pull her back to reality. But it's different now. She stood over this man with a deadly aura as she balled her bloodied fists. 

"Shuri." Nakia's voice called out and Shuri wouldn't let up. "Shuri!" The panther turned to face her with a few blood splatters on her cheek.  

"I won't kill him yet."

"My queen…." She closed her mouth as looked down to her feet to prepare herself. Her eyes found Shuri's and the panther's body went rigid. Nakia had tears threatening to spill as she stood in the door. "Y/N is…" She stopped mid sentence and all the fury Shuri felt dispersed "She is with the ancestors now."

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[karahalloway]

Sleepless in New York: Chapter 10 - Darkfall

Series: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Synopsis: What if Drake met Harper on the first night of Prince Christian’s New York bachelor party? A stand-alone AU written from Drake's POV.

Masterlist: Sleepless in New York

Chapter Summary: Drake tries to navigate a rough night...

Word Count: 5,300

Rating/Warnings: E (swearing, angst, obsessive-compulsive exercise, sexual fantasy, masturbation)

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A/N1: Sorry this took soooo long to get out! As per usual, real life has been exceptionally busy, so I haven't had as much time to write as I'd like to.

A/N2: This is also my slightly belated submission for World Whiskey Day, hosted by @drake-walker-appreciation, and the prompt that this fits with (more or less) is 'The whiskey burns my throat like her absence burns my soul.'

A/N3: I just realised that this kinda (maybe?) qualifies for the @springfeverpitch event that was on this week (Apologies! There are a lot of events on at the moment!) In any case, this would count as domestic x home run I guess 😅

Chapter 10 - Darkfall

I kick the covers off with an irate growl.

Un-fuckin'-believable...

After the shitshow of a day I've had, I should be running on fumes.

And I am.

Yet for some reason, I’m not able to nod off. Despite the fact that I've been on the go since 6am and have barely gotten any shut-eye the night before.

Because my body’s apparently a sucker for punishment and doesn’t seem to know when to quit. And even though I know I desperately need the recharge, I also know that staying in bed’s gonna achieve nothing 'cept hypertension.

So, swinging my legs out onto the carpet with a tight-set jaw, I reach for my phone.

02:18

I run a heavy hand through my hair.

The hell am I gonna do for the next six hours?

My eyes land almost unwittingly on the ragged shirt-tail peeking over the edge of the trash can.

I rip my gaze away with gritted teeth.

No. Absolutely fucking not.

It’a bad enough that I walked out on Gale without so much as a half-assed explanation. I ain’t gonna compound my dick-like behaviour by showing up at her door in the middle of the night, demanding to pick up where we left off.

Especially not after everything I've already subjected her to today — getting her fired, burning her in front of her friends, pulling her into a fight, dragging her on a forced route march 'cross town, and then literally ripping the shirt off her back. And, if that isn’t bad enough, I topped off her night by dumping the proverbial clutch on her when I should've been taking her for the ride of her life.

I swallow painfully. No. That ship had definitely sailed...

Which means it’s high time to take my own fuckin' advice and get her — and this entire mess of a day — out of my head.

No excuses.

And since the overpriced mini bar had let me down, I’m down to my only alternative — running myself into the ground.

Pushing myself up with a resigned exhale, I trudge over to my duffle. Reaching in, I extract the exercise shorts and t-shirt that always forms part of my go-bag, no matter where I went. Because you never know when you’re gonna need to blow off some steam. And going for a run’s a damn sight healthier than disappearing down the neck of a bottle. Even if the latter’s a helluva lot more convenient.

Throwing the clothes on, along with some socks and my well-worn trainers, I turn back to the bedside table to grab my phone and gun...

...and catch sight of the shirt again.

Motherfucker.

Jamming the phone and the Sig into my pockets — it always pays be prepared then be left holding your dick when shit inevitably hits the fan — I march over to the bin and yank the accursed thing out.

Scrunching it up, I turn on my heel, and stomp out of the room, snatching the keycard up on the way. Wrenching the door open, I let it bang shut behind me as I head down the corridor.

I cannot catch one goddamn break tonight...

Reaching the lifts, I briefly contemplate calling one. But given that I’m already wound tighter than a two-dollar watch, I know I won’t be able to stand the wait, no matter how brief.

So, I divert instead to the fire exit. Pulling the heavy door open, I throw myself into a jog and take the stairs upwards two at a time.

I guess I could've just as easily gone downstairs. But I don’t trust myself not to wind up at Gale's brownstone again if I hit the streets. Which means that the only place I can conceivably go is to the top-floor gym.

Which — all things considered — is probably the better bet anyway. Because going for a jog in the dead of night around the City That Never Sleeps is a risk not worth taking. And even though Central Park’s less than a block away, it’s not actually an option, given that (a) it’s shut overnight, and (b) it isn’t the best lit, and I don’t particularly feel like getting jumped by a knife wielding yahoo, or twisting an ankle on an uneven path.

Plus, I'd have to be a monumental idiot to even think about leaving Chris unattended again. Not that I expect to him go anywhere at this hour — except maybe all the way with Hayley. But I’m not about to make the same mistake twice in one day.

Christ knows I paid for it hard the first time 'round...

I feel my legs start to burn as I continue to climb relentlessly. But knowing that this is exactly what I need if I’m to have any hope of catching some zzz's tonight, I ignore the discomfort and push myself on.

Arriving on the 25th floor, I pause on the landing to catch my breath. But the short burst of exercise has merely thrown me a second wind. I still have a long way to go if I want to waste myself completely.

So, moving over to the stairwell door, I pull it open and step into the gym. Given the lateness of the hour, there's not a soul in sight, and it's just me and the view.

But there’s one thing I need to take care of first.

Locating the changing rooms, I head inside. And before I can think too much on it, or change my mind, I stride over to the dirty towel hamper and chuck the ruined shirt in...

...and dump a few towels on top of it for good measure.

Dead and buried.

Spinning quickly around, I exit the way I'd come, focusing my attention on the row of TechnoGym treadmills that face out onto the distantly twinkling lights of Harlem in the north, and not on how twisted my guts feel all of a sudden.

Picking a machine, I pull my phone and sidearm out of my pockets and place them onto the console so they won’t bang against my thighs as I ran, but still remained within reach in case I need them.

Taking a deep breath, I step resolutely onto the belt and hit go on a program at random.

The pace starts off sedately, barely faster than a speed walk. Reaching up to the console, I tap the speed up impatiently, not wanting to waste time on a warm-up I don’t need and most definitely don’t want.

I’n here to burn rubber.

The motor kicks into a higher gear, but it's not enough. Even though I’m now at a steady jog, my heart rate's barely above resting and I've yet to break a sweat. Not to mention the fact that my mind’s still fixating on the very thing I need to flush out of my system.

Gale, legs spread and head thrown back, moaning my name...

Raising my hand with a growl, I slap the panel again... and again... and again... until the belt is a blur beneath my feet and I'm pelting it like a demented bat outta hell.

The sudden speed forces my body into overdrive. My chest expands, my focus narrows, and my blood begins to pump in earnest, trying to supply my body with oxygen faster than it was being consumed.

I fall into a breakneck rhythm, limbs pumping to the rapid beat of my breath in a desperate effort to stay on the treadmill.

In... In... In... In... Out... Out... Out... Out...

The minutes and the miles tick past on the screen in front of me, but I barely register the stats. I'm too busy chasing oblivion...

...which remains stubbornly out of reach.

Because even as I push myself to the limit and my lungs start to burn and my muscles start to cramp, I can't escape her. She's still there, hazel-green eyes dancing on the edge of my awareness, the honey scent of her hair tickling my senses like smoke on the breeze.

And even as my vision begins to swim and the relentless pace pushes me to the verge of puking, I don't let myself ease up. Because that would be an admission of defeat and I’m not the type to quite that easy.

Not when there’s so much on the line.

Because beyond the fact that I let myself become consumed by a girl I barely know — an unhealthy and unsustainable hang-up that I need to nip in the bud, pronto — my continued preoccupation also ended up endangering Chris' life tonight.

And that’s inexcusable.

Not only is the guy the heir to a fuckin' throne, but he is my best — and arguably only — friend. And I let him down, both personally and professionally, by allowing myself to get distracted, just because a pretty set of legs had walked by.

And while I somehow managed to salvaged my colossal fuck-up, and we all walked away tonight without any casualties, I probably won’t m be able to pull a miracle like that out of my ass every time.

Nor should I expect to.

Especially not during the social season, when Chris is going to be constantly in the spotlight, shaking hands, being interviewed, always in an exposed setting. All it would take is one moment of distraction, one second of lost focus, for someone to pull a gun, to slip through the crowd, for our worlds to come crashing down.

And I’m not gonna let Chris — my brother — down like that.

I can’t.

So, doubling down, I dig deep and continue to pound the vestiges of my frustrations, my failings, and my regret relentlessly into the treadmill, the hard and fast staccato of my feet against the machine echoing around the otherwise empty space.

I have no clue how long I run for. Minutes? Hours? It makes no difference. Every wheeze feels like my last, every exertion a desperate attempt to break free of the purgatory of mistakes I trapped myself in.

And still I push on. Until I hit the proverbial wall and collapse against it, my vision blurry, my limbs shaking, my clothes drenched.

I stand there for what feels like eternity, feet straddling either side of the machine, the belt still whizzing at breakneck speed beneath me while I cling to the console like a life-line, trying to catch my breath.

And eventually my heart-rate slows, the buzzing in my ears clears, and I regain enough coherence to lift a hand and slap the treadmill off.

Pushing myself up to a standing position as the machine whirls to a stop, I wipe the sweat from my eyes and glance at the screen in front of me.

10 miles. 56 minutes.

I scoff wryly. Well, fuck me if that ain’t a new personal best... Who knew that self-pity could be such a potent motivator...?

Exiting the menus, I grab my stuff and move to step off the machine... only to very narrowly avoid face planting into the floor.

Oh, shit...!

Grabbing the console, I shake my head to try and clear the sudden nausea.

Christ, I feel awful...

My eyes land on the water fountain and I lurch towards it like a drunk out of a bar. Because that’s exactly how I feel like — sluggish, light-headed and stumbling around like a newborn calf. Which is no surprise considering I've just run the best part of half a marathon as if the Devil himself had been after me, having consuming nothing but two bottles of beer beforehand.

Apparently I do hate myself.

Managing to make it to the far wall without any incident — just — I lean over the dispenser to inhale the cool stream of water, nearly making myself choke in the process.

But I know I need to rehydrate myself, otherwise I’m gonna be in a world of pain in a few hours' time. So, after overcoming the initial shock to my system, I force myself to loosen up on the pace and start taking longer and slower gulps.

Having finally satisfied my body's cravings, I let go of the dispenser button to run the back of a trembling hand over my water-soaked mouth.

Sweet Jesus, I’m a mess...

I can’t remember the last time I pushed myself this hard on a workout.

But then I've never felt this way before... Like I’m an idiot, like I missed the pass, like I’m stuck in a maze with no way out.

And even though the hard run had managed to clear my mind, that latent feeling of... something is still there, writhing just beneath the surface, like an unscratchable itch under my skin.

And maybe it'll never go fully away. But I’m not about to give up without putting in a damn good fight.

Pushing myself up, I turn towards the pool. And even though I haven’t brought any swim trunks with me, my feet are already pulling me towards the siren call of the water.

Because if there’s one thing that’a guaranteed to set me right, it’s a full-body dunk.

Arriving at the side of the pool, I peel my sweat-soaked clothes off, leaving only my boxers on for the sake of modesty in case someone happens to walk in.

Taking a breath, I step out over the edge and plunge straight in.

The sting of salt hits my nose — not the same flavour as the Med, but then no pool’s ever gonna compete with that — as the water envelopes me and I let myself sink below the surface.

I hit the bottom and the echoey silence settles like a blanket around me, soothing my senses, taming my pulse.

I've always loved the water. Even before I could walk, I'd make a butt-shuffling beeline towards the end of the beach where the waves crashed onto the shore, unveiling a treasure trove of crabs, seashells and shiny rocks.

Of course, Mom'd been terrified that I'd get swept out to sea, or drown. So, to appease her fear, Dad had started taking me to swim lessons — first at the local therapy pool, but graduating quickly to the higher classes in the lap pool as I learnt to float, hold my breath, and leap off the diving board, all by the age of three.

From there my obsession only grew. I joined the school swim team, the water polo team, and even got certified as a lifeguard over the course of one summer. In short, I spent almost as much time in the water as out of it.

And then Chris introduced me to sailing.

At first I couldn't see the appeal of drifting around the Med on a sofa-sized boat when you could be swimming in it. But I've never been able to say 'no' to my best friend, so when he insisted I join him for a spin around the marina in his new Wayfarer one evening, I'd begrudgingly said yes. And had become instantly hooked. The speed, the technical precision, the feeling of flying over the water — it was all addictive.

Jack Sparrow'd had it right when he'd said that a ship is not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails. Because even though those things are integral to the make-up of any craft, what a ship — or yacht, or catamaran, or any other vessel — really is, is freedom.

And for a restless 14 year-old, there was nothing more attractive than ditching the world to hang out with your buddy in the middle of the ocean, free of worries or adult supervision, just enjoying the endless view while you fished and talked about nothing in particular.

Of course, being teenagers, we were bound to get ourselves into deep water — quite literally. Which is how we ended up deciding that it'd be a great idea to take out a much larger sloop one evening... only to end up paying for that mistake when a storm decided to roll in out of the blue, catching us off guard and capsizing our craft.

And while that particular misadventure had ended up turning Chris off sailing once and for all, it had made me even more determined to get back out onto the water and obtain my ICC license. Which I did, the following summer.

And even though I no longer have Chris to share my maritime adventures with, my love of sailing — and of being out on the water — never diminished.

Because the sea is — and always has been — my personal haven.

Feeling my lungs start to itch from the lack of oxygen, I reluctantly open my eyes and kick back up to the surface.

But I don't feel like returning to dry land just yet.

So, drawing a quick breath, I stretch myself out and dip into an easy freestyle. Half-a-dozen strokes and I reach the edge of the pool. Diving down, I flip myself around to kick off the wall, resurfacing into a backstroke.

I repeat the pattern for about ten laps, enjoying the rare sense of peace that comes with gliding weightlessly through the water, strokes moving effortlessly in time with my breath.

Eventually, though, I’m forced to call it quits as my body finally runs out of steam and my rhythm starts to falter.

Grabbing onto the edge of the pool, I pause to catch my breath, arms and shoulders tingling from the exertion...

...and I suddenly realise that I'm starving.

Which, all things considered, is hardly surprising. The last time I had anything to eat was at that Midtown stake-house at dinner-time, which was over eight hours ago. And since then I've probably burnt through 800 calories' worth of pure stress, not to mention all the physical exertion I've put myself through. So, my blood sugar levels are shot.

Pulling myself out of the water, I pad over to the other side of the pool to collect my gear.

I briefly contemplate having a shower, but quickly ditch the idea on the basis that (a) I hadn't brought a change of clothes with me, and (b) I can’t trust myself not to go rooting for the ruined shirt that I ditched in the changing rooms earlier.

So, brushing off the worst of the water, I head straight for the lifts.

I’m not expecting to cross paths with anyone at whatever time in the morning it is. And if I do... well, they can suck it up. It's not like I’m walkin' around buck-ass naked.

Arriving back on our booked-out floor, I make my way to my room. Fishing the keycard out of the pocket of my shorts, I let myself in and flick the door closed behind me.

Dropping my exercise kit by my duffle, I locate the 24-hour room service menu and do a quick scan of the options.

A couple of items jump out at me, but knowing that I'll probably have breakfast with the guys in a few hours' time, I don’t want to have anything too heavy.

But then my eyes land on the cheeseburger, and before I can think twice about it, I've reached for the hotel phone and I'm putting the order through.

And even though I tell myself that it's because I never got to finish the one back at the dive bar two nights ago, I know that I'm lying to myself...

...so, I add a bottle of whiskey to the order for good measure.

Because I don’t want to blow up all my hard work by falling back into the same emotional sink hole that I only very narrowly managed to drag myself out of just now. So, I need something to distract myself.

Hanging up, I quickly sort my sweaty clothes out and stow them in the duffle before making my way into the bathroom to have another shower.

Once done, I throw on my jeans and a t-shirt (not bothering with socks or underwear) and flick the wall-mounted TV on to find something to pass the time with while I wait for the food to show up.

Not seeing any movies or series that particularly interest me, I eventually settle on a rerun of an old Pats game...

...but I find my mind wandering.

And it doesn't take long for my treacherous sub-conscious to dig up the very images that have been stalking me all night.

Gale, up in my face out on the club balcony, testing my limits and my sanity with that sassy smile of hers...

Gale, head thrown back and ass pressed up against me as we move to the techno-beat on the crowded dance-floor...

Gale, legs wrapped around me as her nails rake over my skin, fighting to get my shirt off as my tongue invades her mouth...

I groan despite myself, shifting uncontrollably on top of the covers...

...and realise that I've already lost the battle.

Shit.

My eyes land ruefully on the tell-tale tent pole straining the front of my pants.

I huff out a tight exhale.

If there'd been one thing I wanted to avoid tonight, it’s this...

Because I know that as soon as I dip a toe in that particular Rubicon, I’m screwed. And not in a good way.

Because when you've been continuously pushed to the edge, only to be yanked back each and every time from the precipice of release, a plain ol' wank just isn’t gonna do it.

Sure, jacking one out relieved the immediacy of the pent up need. But it’s never gonna hold a candle to the real thing. In part because it’s over in minutes and in part because cumming into your own hand feels about as satisfying as throwing yourself a one-man pity party.

Because sex is a team sport. And trying to run a solo play — when you know what the real thing feels like — is always gonna fall short of expectations. Because when you’re on your own, there’s no one to share the thrill with. To kiss, to tease, to fuck to the limit before letting go so you can finally implode into each other.

Which is why I'd tried my damnedest to exhaust myself so I wouldn't find myself in this situation. At least not until we were back in Cordonia, and I could avail myself of some options...

...'cept now I don’t have a choice.

Not unless I want to greet the bell hop with a raging hard-on...

Because unfortunately for me, my dick has apparently decided that it'd had enough of being baited, and is now gonna bend me over the barrel to get what it wants.

Regardless of the fact that it’s gonna be a massive let-down for both of us.

So, even as I try to shift my focus back to the Pats game — and sideline my ever-growing erection — all I manage to achieve is an even more persistent itch in my pants.

Because despite my resistance, we both know that thanks to the missed opportunity with Gale, chances are good that I’m not gonna find anything resembling decent satisfaction until after the Masquerade Ball.

As even though we'll be arriving back to a Palace teeming with all manner of women — from maids to staff to nobles — that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be casting a net. In fact, just the opposite. I’m not the type to shit where I eat (it causes too much unnecessary mess) and I learnt my lesson about fucking aristos the hard way.

Which means that unless I’m planning to shell out for a call girl — hell'd have to freeze over first — a self-administered hand-job is gonna have to tide me over until there’s a big enough gap in my schedule that I can get away from the Palace for a couple of hours and find some stress relief.

I heave a low breath. Fuck my fuckin' life...

But knowing that I've backed myself into a corner, I reach resignedly for my belt. Unhooking the buckle, I fling it to the side to expose the top button of my jeans. Snapping the fastening open with one hand, I yank the zip down with the other.

The denim falls away and my dick springs free of its confines, its rigid length snapping to attention like an overeager hound that has just caught a scent.

And even though this particular outing isn’t gonna end in the long, hard run we both know we need, that doesn't stop the damn thing from drooling like a mutt in anticipation.

Setting my jaw, I shove my jeans down over my hips, half-heartedly wishing I had some lube or something to try and improve this runaway train-wreck as I reach south...

...and groan out loud as my hand wraps around the warm shaft.

Goddamn...

I’m apparently more deprived than I realised. Though, I guess that shouldn't come as a massive surprise. Especially after the near constant edging that Gale subjected me to tonight, combined with the fact that it's been a good two weeks since the last time I managed to eke out time for a fuck. And that had been mediocre at best.

As if to emphasise the point, my dick bucks against palm, and it's clear that I have a lot of mitigating to do.

Sliding my fist firmly down, then back up again, I set about stoking up a rhythm. And even though it's nothing different to what I've done hundreds of times before, something about the familiar friction sparks an instant fire in my veins.

Maybe it's 'cause I’m exhausted... Maybe it's 'cause my mind’s a mess... Maybe it's 'cause I've gone cold turkey for too long...

But whatever it is, it’s sending me into a tailspin.

I feel my head tip back against the headboard with a low moan as I'm pulled rapidly under by the throes of my self-gratification.

And as my eyes shudder closed in the face of the rising tension, I give myself up to the darkest depths of my desire...

...and in a blink of an eye, I’m back in that cramped apartment, gazing up at Gale from between her legs, the imminence of her climax written on her face, the slickness of her arousal coating my mouth and tongue.

I groan into her as she grips my hair, urging me on with her increasingly desperate pleas, her body quivering above me as she careers towards the edge...

...and I’m suddenly possessed by an all-consuming urge to have her.

Shooting to my feet, with her legs still wrapped around my shoulders, I send her sprawling back over the top of the kitchen counter.

Because I know that we don’t have much time, and if I’m gonna make this happen, we need to do it hard and fast.

And I’m not gonna let myself disappoint her again.

Grabbing her by the waist, I yank her towards me. Her hazel-green eyes widen in shock as her ass dips over the edge of the counter. But my grip on her is unshakeable and she's not going anywhere.

Not yet anyway.

Not until I've fucked her six ways 'til Sunday, and even then I probably won’t let her leave.

Because this girl sets me on fire like nobody else, and I need her to burn with me.

Bending down to give her decadent folds one more self-indulgent lick, I steady her with one hand while I rip my belt and jeans open with the other, not able to take my eyes off her as she writhed before me.

"Drake...!"

The sound of my name slipping off her lips like a fervent prayer unleashes something feral inside of me. Something I didn't even know existed in the dark recesses of my soul. Something that instantly swallows whatever vestiges of rational thought I have left, leaving only one, single-minded purpose:

To make her mine.

And in some corner of my brain I know I should be terrified. Of this rabid hunger that she's unwittingly awakened within me. Of the fact that I can’t control it... and don’t want to.

But I'm already past the point of no return. And I can’t give a rat's ass.

Because the only thing I care about is fulfilling that unspoken obsecration of hers until she’s ruined for all other men.

Shoving my jeans and boxers down with a growl, I grab her hips and ram myself into her in one, brutal motion.

Her wet heat engulfs me, taking me fully, causing my eyes to roll back into my head as I revel in the sheer euphoria of her, her deep-throated cry of agreement rising up around me.

Christ, she feels amazing!

And if the mere act of being inside her doesn’t already feel like pure rapture, she then decides to up the ante even further.

"Fuck me, Drake," she demands, arching her lower back forward.

A guttural sound rattles my throat as she rolls her hips against me, cranking up the torsion as she pulls me in even deeper.

And I could've lost it then and there.

But somehow — whether through sheer force of will, or by the grace of God — I manage to tamp down the rapidly rising swell in order to heed her command.

Because this isn’t about me. This is about her. And I’m gonna make damn sure that she gets what she wants before I let myself cum inside her.

Even if it kills me.

Opening my eyes, I meet her hazel-green gaze with an affirmative smirk. "Yes, ma'am."

She wraps her legs around me expectantly...

...and I slam us together roughly, loudly, unapologetically.

She gasps beneath me, hands flying to the edge of the counter to grip it like an anchor in a storm, her entire body reverberating with the impact of our collisions.

But I don't stop. I can't. I pound into her like a man possessed... because I am. All semblance of logic, of reason, of God-given sense has evaporated and I devolve into the basest version of myself, one that is driven purely by lust and instinct.

And even though I know I won't be able to hold out, that I'll cave in the face of her rhapsodic screams and the almost painful pressure she’s putting on my dick, I'm powerless to pull the e-brake. If anything, it makes me rev the throttle even harder.

Because she just feels too damn good, and I've been at her mercy from the start.

Lifting my head, I lock eyes with her. And in those lust-blown, hazel-green depths, I see more than just need... more than just passion.

I see complete faith.

And it undoes me.

I explode into her with a ragged, animalistic cry, my body jerking with the force of my deliverance.

"Holy... fuck!"

The long-coveted wave of release crashes over me, wiping away my thoughts and my vision, and I'd be convinced that I passed out were it not for the high-pitched ringing in my ears and the thundering of my heart.

A few more pumps, a shuddered breath as the last swell rises, and I’m left drained, floating.

I stay there, motionless, revelling in that all-too brief moment of calm before the chaos of the world spins back up around me.

Sweet Jesus, that w—

Her warm lips brush against my sweat-streaked forehead, her honey-camomile scent drifting over me like a drunken haze...

I move to lean into her. "Harp—"

...but she's already gone.

The story continues in Chapter 11 - Cold Light of Day

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Sleepless in New York only

@bebepac

Picture Credits

Insomnia - Dawn - New York - Run - Swim - Drake - Pool

#drake walker #sleepless in new york #world whiskey day #drake walker appreciation #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #drake x mc #harper gale #the royal romance #trr au fanfic

[aeyunaa]

❝ 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐈𝐍 ❞

★ Sweet dreams

|| Top!Hyunjin

II Bottom!seungmin

Warnings below cut

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★ Somnophilia: A somnophiliac, person with somnophilia, is a person who has a fetish for touching/caressing a person sexually when they are asleep or unconscious. This can also include sleep rape or oral sex which is understandable.

This Story contains:

Member shipping, Somnophilia, Anal penetration, MalexMale, oral sex, hair pulling, rough sex, ass groping, daddy kink?, deep throating, cum eating, spanking, fingering, dry humping, crying, nickname such as slut.

Let me know if I missed anything!

Minors dni

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It was already 12pm and the lights were out. seungmin couldn't stop moving around in his sleep from a specific dream that was occuring. Minutes later, he sprung up from bed while panting heavily, his cheeks heated up as sweat trickled down his temple. He lifted the sheets before sighing. He was hard.

You see... The dream Seungmin was having was no where near a nightmare- but was him having a special time with his band member: Hyunjin. It wasn't new considering he's been having these types of dreams since he started gaining mad feelings for the boy-- but the more he dreams about it, the more he gains.

He wiped the sweat from the side of his face before kicking his legs off of the bed and stood up. He went out to Hyunjin's room carefully and closed the door behind him. The boy was asleep. And by the snores, he was out.

Seungmin made his way over to the bed and carefully crawled on. He poked the olders arm but got no response. He let out another sigh as his shorts began to get more tighter at the sight of the sleeping boy. He bit his lip, impatient- he slowly removed the blanket that was covering the boy before eying his body: he was only wearing a white t-shirt and boxers. He bit his lip a little harder, 'causing him to let out a small whimper. "Seungmin..." Hyunjin moaned out, slightly stirred. Seungmin covered his mouth with his hand, sitting there incredibly still. He noticed that the older was talking in his sleep but was confused of why he said his name. But regardless,, it was hot.

He waited til the boy was fully asleep before straddling him. He let out a quite moan feeling the others clothed member against his own. He lightly placed his hands on the others chest, rubbing himself against the other. It felt wrong but it indeed felt right. As he continued to grind down on the older, he felt a pair of warm hands on his behind, causing him to gasp. He looked down at Hyunjin who was still asleep.

Seungmin let a small smirk crawl on his lips as he tried to take off his shirt. Successfully taking it off, he grabbed one of Hyunjin's hands and placed it on his hip. He went back to his original position, rubbing himself against the olders clothed member, feeling it twitch within his boxers.

Letting out small whimpers, he threw his head back letting his body take over and quicken his pace.

Just then, he felt both of Hyunjin's hand pushing down on his hips. "W-What are you doing..?" Hyunjin's voice ringed in the now silent air, voice still groggy from waking up. Seungmin's head snapped back towards hyunjin, biting on his lip again. "I... U-Um... Had a d-dream..." He tried to muster out, feeling himself getting pushed more down, letting out another moan.

"That doesn't explain why you're on my dick, sweetie." Hyunjin hands slipped down to Seungmin's behind, giving it a light squeeze. "What a sight to see from waking up. C'mere."

Seungmin's cheeks brightened as he hesitantly brought his face closer to the others. As his face was close enough, Hyunjin gentle grabbed the youngers chin, squishing his cheeks with his hand. "Being a dirty lil slut, mn?" Within a matter of seconds, Hyunjin's lips crashed onto Seungmin's, catching the younger by surprise but instantly responded back. Without asking for permission, Seungmin parted his lips as Hyunjin slipped his tongue into the others mouth, exploring every part of it with a tinge of sweetness.

Feeling in the moment, the younger continued his rubbing on the older. This caused the both of them to moan. And boy, did it sound beautiful.

Hyunjin replaced his hands onto Seungmin's ass, messaging it roughly but pleasurable. Seungmin let out a shaky moan into the kiss as he felt Hyunjin's cold hands slide into his short, moulding his ass cheeks, feeling him spread it and message it again. Seungmin pulled back, looking into the olders eyes. The evident smirk on the youngers lips made Hyunjin even more hard, squeezing Seungmin's ass as it became unbearable.

Seungmin slid down while seductively biting his lip, making sure to wiggle his hips as he does so causing Hyunjin to groan. As he came face to face with the olders twitching bulge, he palmed it teasingly. This action caused Hyunjin to grip onto the bed sheets, biting down on his teeth as he eyed the younger's every movement. Seungmin bit his lip in anticipation before hooking his finger onto the hems of Hyunjin's boxers, pulling it down. And there sprung out Hyunjin big veiny cock. Seungmin bit down on his lip at the sight, grabbing a hold of it. He gave it a squeeze as the older groaned out once again, throwing his head back. Seungmin started pumping Hyunjin's cock slowly, using his thumb to press down on the tip making the older to moan once again.

Licking his lips, he brought his lips closer to Hyunjin's cock, teasingly licking the tip, precum oozing from it deliciously. Seungmin swirled his tongue around the tip and places his mouth on it, sucking on it. He pulled back with a pop as be quietly giggled, watching Hyunjin stare down at him with an impatient look, mouth agape as he breathes heavily.

Seungmin felt his short tighten once again at the sight before placing most of Hyunjin's cock in his mouth, of course, swirling his tongue around it as he goes more in, feeling it hit the back of his throat. The feeling made him let out a small moan that hummed throughout Hyunjin's cock, the vibration causing the older to grab a handful of Seungmin's hair, pulling him back up and down. As if getting the memo, Seungmin kept bobbing his head as Hyunjin guided him.

The older brushed Seungmin's bangs away from his eyes, almost cumming at the scene of the younger with his messy red hair, his flushed cheeks, and his teary eyes as he stared into Hyunjin's and he mouth-fucked his cock.

Hyunjin bucked up his hips into the younger's mouth, causing the younger to whimper. A few more thrusts and he filled the younger's mouth completely. Seungmin swallowed every bit of it, licking his lips and the rest off of Hyunjin's cock as if it was melted ice cream.

As he finished swallowing, he looked up at Hyunjin with teary eyes and red, swollened, plumped lips. This caught Hyunjins attention, feeling himself get hard again after his release. Hyunjin sat up and patted in front of him signalling for the younger to follow. "Turn around and rest on your elbows." Seungmin obeyed the older's command, doing the position he instructed.

He felt hyunjin pull down his short, tugging it forward for Seungmin to take it off. He obeyed once again and got back into position, sticking out his ass for the older. Seungmin felt the older run a finger along his hole, a moan slipping out of his lips at the feeling. Then, he felt a stinging pain on his right ass cheek, arching his back with a loud moaning. He liked the pain. One on the left side 'Smack', and so on. Hyunjin continued as both his ass cheeks were a tinted red, licking his lips.

Hyunjin spat on his middle-finger , running it along Seungmin's hole again and slowly pushing it in. He felt the younger clench around his finger and he began going in and out. Seungmin's back was arched as he gripped onto the bedsheets, rocking forward and back for more. Hyunjin noticed the neediness of the younger and inserted another finger. Seungmin moaned out loud at the stretch, "M-Moree~" He pleaded, wanting more. Hyunjin did just that as he inserted a third finger, going at a faster pace in and out of Seungmin. Seungmin was a moaning mess in a matter of seconds, fucking himself onto Hyunjin's fingers.

As he felt something in his stomach building up, he kept going til he released. Hyunjin smirked at the sight of Seungmin slowing down and breathing heavily. Hyunjin pulled out his fingers and smacked the younger's ass once again, causing him to whimper.

"Come sit on Daddy's dick, babyboy." Hyunjin demanded as Seungmin trembled to get up, catching his breath as he does so before placing himself on Hyunjin's lap, aligning his hole to Hyunjin's cock. The older was spreading the younger's cheeks, pushing him down onto his cock, fully in. This caused Seungmin to arch his back, his breath hitching at the wide stretch, panicking at the amount of pain and rushes of pleasure coursing through his body. "D-Daddy-- i-it hurts." Seungmin whined, a few tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. Hyunjin brought a hand up to Seungmin's face and wiped the tears with his thumb, giving the younger a reassuring smile as he looked into his eyes. "It's gonna hurt for a bit but it'll feel amazing soon." Hyunjin leaned in and placed his lips onto Seungmins. It wasn't rough and quick like the last. It was soft and gentle, passionate. Seungmin began to feel a load of pleasure and bit onto Hyunjin's bottom lip, drawing it out as his back arched, moans slipping passed his lips onto Hyunjin. Hyunjin took this to pushing the younger up and down slowly. This wasn't enough for Seungmin so he went down on his own pace onto Hyunjin's cock, fast and sloppy but so pleasurable. This caught the older off guard as his own moans collided with Seungmin's, faint skin slapping filled the room.

Seungmin's bouncing became more sloppier and he began to feel tired in the process. Hyunjin did the favor and thrusted upwards into the younger, exactly hitting his prostate. Seungmin let out a high pitched moan, clawing at Hyunjin's shoulders as the older continued to thrust upwards into the younger.

Seungmin felt the familiar building up in his stomach as his legs began to feel more weak. "C-Close-ee'" He managed to moan out as drool trickled down his chin. Hyunjin quickly got up and laid down Seungmin as he was on top, quickly thrusting into the younger with Seungmin's leg over his shoulder, hitting the younger's prostate over and over again. Moans began to get louder as if they were yelling, the creaking of the bed increased as the amount of smell of sex lingered in the loud air. But the two were too distracted in their world to realize it.

"I-Im c-cumm-ing!!" Seungmin yelled out, his legs shaking continuously. Hyunjin kept his pace as he let out deep growls, shooting his cum into the younger, causing Seungmin to let out a high pitch voice at the feeling of getting filled, cumming on his stomach.

Hyunjin slowed his pace from ridding out his orgasm, pulling out as Seungmin's hole was completely filled with his cum dripping out of it.

"H-Hyunjin..." Seungmin called out, catching his breath. Hyunjin fell beside him while pulling him closer. Kissing his neck and leaving dark hickey's.

"I love you, Minnie." Hyunjin whispered against the younger's neck, loud enough for him to hear it. This made Seungmin smile, looking down at the older with half lidded eyes. "I love you too, Jinnie..."

#skz smut #kpop smut #stray kids smut #seungmin #seungmin smut #hyunjin smut #hyunmin #seungjin #hyunjin #skz ship

[swampstew]

𝔸𝕥 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Take a seat next to the log fireplace as we begin this in-progress, spicy/smutty reader insert story starring YOU (AFAB Reader) and the Kid Pirates. Powerade and snacks are provided! You can find links to the mini-series on Wattpad and AO3 at the end of the post.

Minors DNI you will be blocked - for mature audiences only. Hella angst and violence in this one - torture, execution, hostage situation aka just another Tuesday on the Victoria Punk.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!” Kid screamed at Y/N.

She was chained to the floor of his cabin, dragged back after he found her busting down the door of some dump with two people inside. Those two people were being interrogated separately in the cells as Kid interrogated Y/N.

Kid had been so fucking excited to see Y/N again. He wasn’t going to spend more than a night, he just wanted to discuss some new terms with her that could have benefited them both. He had been intrigued when he walked into the town as Y/N slipped out the backdoor of the bar to tail two losers. Figured he might get lucky and see another show from her, was even hopeful that he’d barge in on her slitting the throats of those men.

Instead he got a swift kick in the balls.

‘CAPTAIN Y/N!!’

“FUCKING SNEAKY BITCH! ARE YOU A PIRATE?! ARE YOU AFTER ONE PIECE?!?!?! IS THAT WHY YOU KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT? SO I DIDN’T STRING YOU UP??!! GETTING CLOSE TO ME SO YOU COULD GET INFORMATION THAT YOU CAN USE FOR YOURSELF?!”

Y/N flinched from his words. “No,” her voice was hoarse. “I already told you, I am not a pirate. I don’t have any interest in the One Piece aside from professional curiosity.”

“THEN YOU ARE A MARINE!!” his hand found her throat with a threatening grip.

“Definitely not, don’t be ridiculous,” she gasped, watery eyes threatening to spill over. Kid snarled at her and dropped her to the floor.

“IS THIS A GAME TO YOU? I’M EUSTASS FUCKING KID! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T ANSWER ME TRUTHFULLY!!” Kid grabbed a chair and threw Y/N in it, tightening the chains over her body to anchor her to it.

“DO YOU HAVE DEVIL FRUIT POWERS?!”

“No.”

“ARE YOU LYING ABOUT BEING IN THE MARINES?! THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO FESS UP AND YOU DON’T DIE AN EXCRUCIATING DEATH BY MY HAND!!!”

Y/N groaned in pain from the metal digging into her body. “No! The Marines killed my family, I fucking DESPISE THEM!”

Kid took a few deep breaths. Finally, new information.

“SO YOU’RE JUST SOME CUNNING WITCH WITH A BOAT?!”

She blinked sadly at him, “Not anymore.”

“EXPLAIN!”

Y/N looked conflicted and frightened, weighing her options on how to handle the enraged pirate.

“YOU HAVE 10 GODDAMN SECONDS. 9-8-7-6-5-4—”

“I WAS MUTINIED BY MY CREW DAMN YOU!”

Kid froze, not expecting to hear that as an answer.

Hot tears slowly flowed down her face as she tried to stifle the choked sobs ripping from her throat.

“I-I was an adventurer. Not a pirate, just a bitch with a ship! I did five years as a mercenary to pay off a debt to Gaston for breaking me out of prison for some…major larceny. When I was done, I got a pay package for my service and bought a boat. I stupidly trusted Gaston’s advice to meet up with a friend of his who was an experienced sailor that was itching to sail again. Things were good for a while. We had a decent size crew, we made good profit off the goods we would find or trade work when we ran into dry spells. I thought I,” Y/N’s face pinched and her lips curled, stopping to compose herself.

“Th-thought I found people I could depend on with my life,” she choked. “Three years ago, my first mate – Gaston’s friend – wanted me to go after some historical antiquities that I had no interest in. Then his suggestions for making profit got…unhinged. At first I went along with it because we needed money but then he was suggesting we start—” Y/N looked green — “Trading in people.”

Kid had stopped hovering over her and taken a seat on the bed behind her, listening intently to every word she said. Killer was sitting just off the side of the desk, hidden in the shadows almost entirely if not for the nearly out candelabra.

“I don’t care what you pirates think of me,” Y/N spit out through grit teeth. “People are not property.”

“A few weeks after I told him off, the crew turned on me. Drugged me and left me on an island not much bigger than the size of your ship’s deck. They took everything from me but the clothes on my back, a backpack with my art books, a few days of rations, and a gun with a single bullet. Then they laughed at me as they sailed away on my ship, telling me to not go anywhere in case they needed me.”

Y/N’s chin hit the chains on her chest as she silently cried from rehashing the traumatic memory. Kid tilted his head at Killer, who in turn tilted his head back at the Captain, giving him a small shrug.

“We’ll be verifying your story and gods help you if they tell us anything different,” Kid threatened with a raspy growl. He stomped out of the cabin and headed straight for the prisoner cells.

Killer remained seated and waited for Y/N to catch her breath. “I don’t think you’re lying. I also think you aren’t telling us the whole truth. Why did the Marines kill your family?”

Y/N flinched violently at that, “Do Marines need any reason to do awful shitty things?!” she snapped.

“No, you got me there. Ok, let’s try something different. Where are you from?”

“Technically the calm belt. My island wasn’t affiliated with the World Government.”

Killer hummed at that, “That’s not surprising. Neither was the island Kid and I came from. Your island didn’t want to or couldn’t pay a heavenly tribute?”

Y/N turned her head to the side, “Something like that.”

“Let me guess,” Killer clasped his hands together. “Your family was some type of royalty or high enough status that the Marines made an example of you all to get the rest of your island in line?”

He could swear for a second that her gaze turned hateful.

“Something like that,” she finally said in a hushed tone.

Killer watched her in silence for some time, waiting to see if she’d offer up anything else. She didn’t.

“I’m not getting anything more out of you am I?”

“Not now and never again,” Y/N hissed.

Well that sucked.

“…Friends my ass,” she bitterly muttered after some more time had passed.

Ouch.

Kid glared at the prisoners as they sat bloodied to pulps in their confinements. Wire and Heat sat on a bench in the room and waited for their Boss to say something, anything, to indicate where his head was at.

“Run it by me again,” Kid rasped to his subordinates.

“They were in her crew but not anyone of worth, both recruited by her and a man named Brian. They were adventurers who did just that under the command of Captain Y/N, however under the command of mutineer-turned-Captain-Brian, they became entrenched with the Underworld as brokers, dealing in human trafficking. They sailed with Y/N for about 5 years before they stabbed her in the back and left her on an island with a single bullet,” Heat spat at the cell nearest to him.

“So she’s not a pirate or marine,” Kid grumbled.

“Nope. Just a chick with a ship and terrible sense of judgment,” Wire stated.

“What do they know about her?”

“Boss, somehow they know less than us.”

“Tight lipped bitch ain’t she,” dryly choked out a laugh from the shorter of the two prisoners. Kid took a moment to rip the man's lips off his face. Spitting on the wretch who couldn’t give him more than a ragged scream from the pain, Kid returned to his original spot.

“Iii-it wasn’t…her fault,” gasped one of the bloody pulps. The three pirates snapped their eyes to the taller of the two prisoners. “Sh-she was a…ga-ga-good Captain. It was aa-all Brian. Whis-whispering in everyone’s ears th-that she was weak and un-unable to provide for the c-crew. That sheee wa-was a coward f’r’not trying to f-find priceless treasures, undermining her authority fo-for months behind her back. Sh-she didn’t share because shes’is scared. Fr-from what I don’t know.”

“None of you thought to speak up for your Captain? To report any of this to her?” Wire asked with a flat tone.

“I di-id! Tried to br-break up those groups, told her even! She j-just brushed me off. Said Brian wo-would fall in l-line or not, but sh-she wouldn’t bend to his demands,” the man’s head lolled down, no longer able to meet the angry glares that were pinning him down.

“Then Y/N of-offered me the po-position. First Mate. S-said that she was ssick off Brian’s attitude and wanted to du-ump him off at the next is-island. B-but, it was f-f-fucking tiny and barren! She wa-wa-snt cruel like he is” the man began to sob.

“Brian m-made his move that night when we moored the ship. Ev-everyone was in on it except me. They offered me a choice – j-join them…or…” he squeezed what remained of his eyes shut, “Be her only source of food.”

Kid slammed his metal fist against the cell bars so hard they bent under the pressure, groaning from the strain. “YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING DIED AS HER BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND DINNER, AND EVEN THEN YOU STILL WOULDN’T BE WORTHY ENOUGH TO PASS THROUGH HER LIPS!”

Wire and Heat exchanged a glance.

The man said nothing else as he devolved into babbling whimpers. His fellow crewmate looked at the pirates coldly but said nothing at all save for ragged breathing.

Kid walked out of the holding room and leaned against the wall to sort his thoughts. His mind wandered to the terrified woman chained in his room and he felt a nauseating clenching in his gut. It felt like…ugh no, it couldn’t be…

It was guilt.

Each step he took towards the cabin weighed him down as anxiety coiled in his chest. Not quite yet ready to face the woman he had spent several hours screaming at. Threatening to hurt her. When just yesterday he was ready to…gods damn it all…discuss a long distance relationship with her.

Steeling his nerves, he pushed his cabin door open and walked inside. Killer immediately stood up and walked to Kid, and to Kid’s surprise, didn’t stop to talk to him but left the room entirely. Kid’s mouth was gaping as he looked between the empty hallway and the chained woman.

“What did you say to him?!”

“Absolutely nothing.”

A scowl found its way to his face but he bit back his tired and vicious tongue. Activating his power, he loosened the chains off her body until they were only wrapped around her wrists, giving her room to stretch. With a hesitant hand, Kid lifted Y/N to the bed.

“I need to check on him and then you and I need to have a talk.”

“I think we’re well past the point of talking.”

Kid huffed through his nose, trying to repress his inner asshole. “I…should have started with talking, yes.” He scratched his head before pushing Y/N to lay on her side, placing a pillow under her head. “I’ll be right back. I…owe you something.”

Finding Killer sitting on his bed, oddly stoic, made the anxiety in Kid’s chest spread to his gut. The masked man looked up at the redhead before letting out a defeated sigh.

“I feel like an asshole.”

Kid sat beside him, “Yeah me too.”

“She’s so fucking mad. I think…I think we might be out of goodwill with her.”

“That’s not,” Kid pinched the bridge of his nose. “Too bad for her. She’s not leaving. Not now.”

“Why? What’s the point of keeping her?”

Kid did not have an answer for him. Not one that didn’t sound so…blehhh.

“What did she say to you?”

Killer tilted his head, “I tried to pry into her past again and she gave me very little to work with. Told me she wouldn’t give up anything else to me…ever again,” he chuckled bitterly. “Told you we should have waited for her at the rental.”

“Yeah yeah,” Kid nodded, “Nothing to be done about it now. Let’s moor the ship for the night. I’m gonna try and…salvage whatever goodwill I can.”

“Good luck with that, though I suppose she was getting pretty sweet on you recently so maybe you’ll fair better.”

Kid let that hope give him the strength to face her again. Nearly flinching when her eyes snapped to his face as he re-entered the room and released the chains. Taking long strides to kneel in front of her as she warily sat up, eying him suspiciously.

The words died on Kid’s lips. He wasn’t used to…things like this. He knew he wronged this woman and he knew he should suck it the fuck up and apologize…and yet…

“D-you…want me to run you a bath or shower?”

“Shower. Alone.”

Nodding numbly, he ran the water and pulled out a towel for her. Kid waited on the bed as she showered, hoping that inspiration would strike him like lightning and he could…smooth things over somehow!

The water shut off and Kid quickly grabbed a shirt and boxers for her, holding it in his flesh hand as he waited by the door. She took it with a near-silent thank you before retreating in the bathroom. Kid was borderline pacing by the time she finally walked out.

He nervously stood in front of her when an idea struck him, “Let’s have a drink. The good stuff from my private collection. Sit,” he pointed to the couch in the corner of the cabin. Y/N did as he said, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him while he pulled out two glasses and a bottle of scotch.

Y/N did not move to hold the drink when Kid came back. He tried to ignore the rising panic in his chest, “When I came back to the island, I was prepared to offer you something. Hearing that you were a Captain threw me off my shit. We’d been…you’d been opening up more and I thought you were finally letting me in...” he took a long drink.

“You were totally willing to never see me again, not having shared anything beyond surface level. Hearing them call you Captain…was like a knife to the liver. I barely know you. And that drives me fucking crazy.”

“So, you were hurt and your first instinct was to imprison and yell at me?”

Kid did flinch at that, “Habits…die hard…?”

Y/N huffed through her nose and rolled her eyes, “What now?”

“We beat the shit out of those losers, they’re still breathing if you want a go at them. We took all your stuff from the rental and brought it back here. We left the island last night while you were passed out.”

At that, Y/N grabbed the glass of scotch and drank it all in one sitting. Eyes shut tightly to let the burning course through her body, she cleared her throat. “Am I your prisoner too?”

He paled, opting to take another drink instead of answering right away. He wasn’t entirely sure for himself.

“You don’t have to sleep in the same bed as me if it’s too weird for you right now. You still have your bed in the women’s cab—” Y/N left the room before he could finish speaking.

“…in,” his head dropped to his hand.

Y/N closed to the door to the women’s cabin and was relieved to find it empty. Throwing herself down on the bed, she smothered a frustrated scream into the pillow. Breathing heavily into the heated material, she didn’t hear the door open.

“Y/N?” a soft voice spoke out.

Lifting her head, she saw the women of the crew had filtered into the room.

“Boss did a really fucked up thing. How are you doing?” Quincy asked.

“Not great,” Y/N replied hoarsely.

“I’d be more concerned if you were doing ok after that,” House gently spoke. “Let me take a look at the bruises. Emma can you grab my medical kit from the infirmary? Dive bring Y/N some water and bread.”

Hip rubbed soothing circles on Y/N’s back as Hop helped House apply a salve to the bruises. Y/N was amazed at the gentleness displayed by the women of the crew.

If I don’t go solo, maybe my next crew will be all women, she mused, If I make it out this situation alive.

At some point the women convinced Y/N to join them on the floor for a ‘slumber party,’ which was just all the mattresses being pushed together and blankets thrown over the bedpost to create a massive tent like structure. A proper pillow fort.

As nice as it was, it did little to soothe the pit in Y/N’s stomach at the idea of being a prisoner to their Captain. The very last thing she wanted. Unable to achieve her goals because some punk who was too used to getting his way thought he could make her submit. Not on his life.

Morning came and Kid was at the door, knocking – of all things, to be let in. When no one answered, he assumed his crew was out doing their damn work. Not in a giant cuddle pile on the fucking floor with the person he was trying to convince to get back in his bed. Traitors.

Before he could even verbalize his annoyance—

“YOU CAN’T JUST COME IN HERE BOSS! THAT’S SO INAPPROPRIATE!!!”

“HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON?!?!”

“GEEEEEETTTTT OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUTTTTTT!”

“I’M TELLING HEAT!”

He was thrown out of the room and left on his ass in the hallway. Fuck. Heat was in charge of settling crew disputes and he was especially vicious in his rulings. Lodged against anyone. Fuck fuck fuck.

By the time he was finally able to see Y/N again, it was late in the afternoon and he was thousands of berris poorer from fines, several chores heavier, and in a pissy mood. Willing himself to calm down, he drank ale to relax before he did something even stupider. Maybe he would anyways, it was a tossup.

“Y/N, c’mere,” Kid called out from the bow.

With great reluctance, she followed his order biting back bitter words.

“Yes Captain Kid?”

Kid’s eyes narrowed, “Captain Y/N. Are you…doing better?”

“Does it matter?”

“…Yes,” he did his best to unclench his jaw.

“I’m doing better. Still mad at you.”

“I figured.” A few uncomfortable beats later, “I-did you figure out where you need to go next from the prisoners?”

Y/N’s gaze turned suspicious, “Yes. Does it matter?”

“O’course it does. We had a deal, you pay me for passage and I take you along my journey as you try and find whatever the fuck it is you’re looking for. It’s been working well so far, wouldn’t you say?”

“Until recently,” she replied flatly.

Kid’s tooth cracked from the clenching. Luckily for him, Emma used to be a dental hygienist and could fix him up easily.

“I. ADMIT. I…went a little overboard. MY bad.”

“Oh my gods.”

“WHAT?” Kid’s grip on his drink was nearing the breaking point.

“You don’t know how to say you’re sorry do you?”

“I brought you here to tell you that you’re not a prisoner. If you want me to reverse that decision…”

Y/N’s face went from shocked to angry to annoyed, mouth gaping a bit like a fish as she tried to respond to him and failing to do so. Settling for a huffy grunt and nod of her head, she closed her eyes and leaned against the rail next to him.

“So what now?” he slowly sipped the ale.

“That is the million berri question.”

“I’m serious. What do you want to do now?”

Y/N looked him over, “What do you want me to say? That we can just move on and have things go back to the way they were? Not happening. You turned on me so fast, and I get being wary and shit of me but RIGHT to imprisonment?” she looked angry again. “I thought we were getting closer too. That you would be capable of simply asking me why they called me Captain in that house. You don’t need to know my entire life story to see my character right here and now. I thought I understood you but I think I was dead wrong.”

“…I meant about your prisoners…but noted,” Kid responded, feeling like he swallowed a brick of sea stone.

Y/N turned red like a tomato. “I’m done with them. I know where to go next and if I’m lucky, the rest of my targets will all be in one place.”

“D’you…want to finish them off below deck?”

Y/N shook her head, “No, it’s a really nice day out. I could do with an outdoor execution.”

Kid and Killer brought out Y/N’s prisoners, chains dragging along the wooden floor as they walked across the deck. The Kid Pirates formed a semi-circle around them, intrigued to see what would become of the prisoners. Some of the crew were betting on drowning, some were betting on sword through the heart. All eagerly waiting in anticipation at what the enigmatic woman would do.

Y/N looked at the taller prisoner, “Thanks for putting my artbooks and rations in the backpack, Luciano. If I could turn back time, I would have listened to you sooner…”

Kid froze – Luciano, that was the name in Y/N’s book that had the word ‘Innocent(?)’ written next to it. Killer’s hidden expression was the same shock and realization that Kid had.

“You still betrayed me though, and I will never forgive you for that,” she sighed. In a split second, Y/N turned around and snatched Kid’s pistol from his holster and shot Luciano clear through the forehead. His body crumpled to the ground and bled out as the pirates stared in shock at the smooth maneuver.

“Crazy bitch,” the remaining prisoner spat out.

“Donnie, Donnie, Donnie. You always had terrible manners.”

“You can hunt us all down one by one—” the battered man rasped out.

“I already am but do carry on,” Y/N replied boredly.

“By the time you catch up to Brian, you’ll have lost it all for good. Your family’s precious legacy gone forever,” the prisoner attempted a wicked sneer as best he could from what remained of his face.

It was like a dark cloud had suddenly formed around Y/N with how much tension rolled off her. The anger palpable as it flashed like lightning in her eyes as the man spit out the last venom he could muster.

“I think death by fire is appropriate for scum like you,” Y/N hissed.

Heat stepped up without prompting but before he could do what he did best, Y/N stopped him.

“Not yet Heat,” Y/N put Kid’s pistol back in his holster in exchange for his purple hilted dagger, “I want him to feel excruciating pain first.”

She walked forward until she was right in front of Donnie, and then her face lit up like she had an idea.

“House, Hip, Hop, Quincy, Emma, Dive – help me? Stab him while I carve into his forehead but make sure it doesn’t kill him. I want Heat’s fire to do him in.”

All six women eagerly stepped forward with their weapons drawn before they faltered – risking a look at their Captain. Kid nodded, choosing to busy himself with chugging his ale, not at all annoyed that Y/N asked his crew for help instead of him.

The women on the ship restrained the flailing man as they drove their swords and daggers into his body repeatedly. Unhinged giggling could be heard over the sounds of gargled screaming as blood filled Donnie’s mouth, his body thrashed violently as Y/N held his head between her knees as she meticulously dragged Kid’s dagger over his face.

Nope, not jealous one bit. Kid tried to ground the side of his jaw that didn’t have a cracked molar.

Blood flowing from his wounds and his screams reduced to whimpers, Y/N sat Donnie up as best she could to show off her handiwork. His forehead was engraved with the word: dick

“Donnie the dickhead, everyone!” Y/N laughed and the Kid Pirates laughed with her.

“Let him burn, Heat,” her smile was cold as she stepped away from the prisoners.

Heat let out an excited whoop before he let out streams of fire. Both bodies erupted in flames; Donnie’s screams were short-lived as he succumbed to his injuries. The gleam in Y/N’s eyes was borderline sadistic, and Kid found himself aching in want and…definitely not fucking jealous that he had to sit on the sidelines for torture.

Jaw clenched tightly again, another crack formed on a different tooth. “EMMA! WASH UP AND FIX MY FUCKING TEETH!” Kid yelled, seizing his dagger back from Y/N, and stomping back inside his ship.

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[dino-fart]

The Pirate and the King

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Hello! Cheers to leaving your old job and congrats on a new one! You are a fantastic writer, and I always LOVE reading your pieces. They are so brilliantly written. I was wondering if I could request a Namor x reader where it’s either one of two things (or both, honestly up to you); pirate AU or the reader is a pirate captain and meets Namor and his people. A lot of people have written stuff with mermaid AUs, which is all good, but I haven’t seen anything where they’re a pirate, or sailor, or something along those lines. Thank you so much and good luck at your new job! ☺️

Your face was pressed against the cold floor of the jail cell. You grumbled and slowly sat up, rubbing the back of your head. “Fuck...What happened?” You looked around and scoffed seeing the bars. “Oi! What the bloody hell is the meaning of this?!” You shouted. You watched as a guard in pristine armor approached your cell door. 

“Silence pirate! You are under arrest and by order of Lord Baldw-” 

“Oh shut yer trap! You’re so loud! How much to get out?” 

“Excuse me?!” 

“Take that tin helmet off your head and clean yer fuckin ears!” 

“You bitch!” The guard was about to open the cell door but another guard grabbed him. 

“She’s doing it on purpose, you moron!” The other guard said. 

“You clever little wench!” The guard growled at you. 

You rolled your eyes and stood up and dusted the dirt off of your black pants. You felt around for your captain’s hat and huffed in annoyance when you couldn’t find it. “You had to take my hat too?” You rolled your eyes and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over your chest. You then noticed a prisoner in the cell next to you, sitting in the shadows. “You allergic to light?” You scoffed at them. 

Silence. 

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. 

A few hours later and you ran up to the door opened and the same guard walked in and shut the door. You noticed he took off his helmet and set aside his sword. What an idiot... “I’m going to teach you a lesson, you filthy whore.” The guard approached you. You just smirked and pulled the sash around your waist off. 

“Give your worst, honey~” You cooed. 

The guard pinned you against the wall and wrapped his hands around your neck. You smirked and quickly wrapped the sash around his neck and head butted him hard. He let you go and you kicked him square in the chest and pinned him against the bars. To your surprise the prisoner in the cell next door ran up the to bars and wrapped their arms around the guard’s throat and choked him to death. You kicked the door open and collected your belongings. 

“Wait. Set me free and bring me to the oceans. I will reward you.” The prisoner said and you sighed. 

You owed them... 

You grabbed the keys to the cell but heard another guard rushing to the dungeons. You put the keys between your breasts in your white ruffled long sleeved shirt and hid behind a column. You ambushed the guard and killed him with your cutlass. You would’ve just shot him but that would’ve made too much noise. You turned around and made your way to the prisoner’s cell. 

You pulled out the key and unlocked the door. “Come on, let me take a good look at you.” You grinned. Now you were hoping for a peasant or some low life that had potential to be in your crew. What you didn’t expect was a very very handsome and muscular half naked man in royal adornment. Your jaw dropped as he approached you and bowed his head to you, “You have my thanks, my lady.” 

“You’re...Welcome.” You blushed at his gaze. You snapped out of your thoughts, “Come on, let’s go!” 

In just a matter of hours, you were back on your ship with the half naked man. Your crew set sail for your stronghold. You twirled your cutlass around and playfully pressed the tip of the sword between his pecks. The man smirked and raised a brow at you. “You haven’t told me your name or why you were locked up, stranger~” You purred. 

The man chuckled, “You never asked me...My name is Namor, I am a very powerful king.” 

“You sure weren’t strong enough to avoid getting locked up.” 

Namor moved his hand to quickly grab you by the waist and pulled you close to him and he moved your cutlass out of your hands and onto the deck. “It was a good thing I had you, in capitán (my captain).” He said smoothly. 

You blushed and ran your hands over his chest, “Good thing I was, your majesty...” 

Namor gently cupped your chin and leaned in to kiss your lips gently. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeper. “Ahem...Uh...Captain...Where are we taking....Our guest?” Your first mate interrupted. 

You pulled back from the kiss and gazed at Namor. “You don’t have to go yet, your highness, I still have questions.” 

“And I promise you, in ki'ichpanil (my beauty), I will answer them when we see each other again. My people need me.” Namor gently let you go and kissed your hand gently. He walked over the edge of the ship and dove into the waters. You held onto your hat as you rushed over to the edge to see where he went. You peaked over the edge and let out a surprised gasp. In the water was ten blue skinned people with spears in their hands. 

Your first mate joined you and looked over at you. Namor surfaced the water and joined his people. He said something to his people that you assumed was telling them to stand down. Namor turned back to look up at you, “Until next time, my lady, you will be safe in my waters.” He waved goodbye and you returned it. He disappeared into the waters and his people disappeared. You sighed and smiled watching the waves of the ocean. 

You couldn’t wait to see him again.

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[killmongerskeeper]

Her Heart // Chapter 6 // Shuri

Pairing: Shuri x POC Reader

Warnings: Angst // Blood // Mentions of death // Violence // Trauma // Fighting

Author's Note: Alot of ya'll wanted chapter 6 so here it is! I would like to apologize in advance.

Chapter 5 // Chapter 7

You tried to pick the lock to the room as you noticed the guard was not there. You heard a couple of grunts and the sound of a thud before you backed away from the door. You shielded the queen and her child from any danger before a familiar face appeared. "Namora?" She easily broke the door off of its hinges before she walked up to the pair of you. 

"K'uk'ulkan, táan u pa'atik ti' le uláak' extremo le cheemo'."

(K'uk'ulkan is waiting at the other end of the ship.)

"The Wakandans are on the upper deck preparing for a fight. You should go to them. I'll escort the queen and K'uk'ulkan's heir to safety." She said to the queen who had a weak smile on her lips. You nodded before Namora held out her hand for you to take. "Thank you. Y/N of Wakanda." You nodded before dashing up the stairs leading to the deck.

You watched with wide eyes as the fake Shuri held a scowl on her face as your beloved Shuri stepped off of the royal jet. "Welcome princess. It truly is an honor."

You could practically see the rage radiating off of her. You had only seen this once. When the queen mother passed on. You stood frozen as the fake Shuri turned her attention to you. "You just couldn't follow directions." She shouted but you had a feeling it was directed to you. She turned her body in your direction and Shuri quickly jumped to plant herself between you.

"Your fight is with me." She sneered before the waves began slapping against the side of the ship with a strong force. You looked to see Namor land on the ship with anger across his own features. "Me as well."

This doppelganger was clearly not affected in any way. Her lips held a smirk before Namor rushed in to fight. The two came to blows and you were amazed at how she matched his energy during the fight. While the imposter's attention was elsewhere Shuri turned to you with her hands on your face. Her eyes scanned you over. Looking at every bruise, cut,  and scrape tainting your brown skin. "Are you alright, sthandwa?" You nodded slightly before she rested her forehead against your own. "I'm so sorry. I should’ve listened to you. I’m so stupid!"

"Shhh not now. You have a fight to win my love." You smiled and it was her turn to nod. "I'll be right here." She turned to the fight before her and her mask materialized. She jumped into the fight and you caught sight of two guards approaching you from behind. You stood your ground and held a fighting stance watching them circle you. You dodged one of their punches before sending a punch to his gut and an elbow to his throat. The second grabbed your arms so you jumped to kick him away. You quickly stomped down on his neck before turning back to the fight unfolding. You looked over to see the fake backed into a corner before she held up a small device, flipping the switch the boat slightly shook and Shuri's suit began to bug out. Coming off in small spots not giving her full protection. 

"Can't fight without the whole suit huh? Shame?" She stated and Shuri scoffed.  

"I do not need a suit to fight you." 

"No, the suit is to protect you. Right, your highness?" She grinned and you noticed a red beam aimed at her exposed side. Your body moved on its own before your mind could react as you dashed towards her. You grabbed her shoulder before the both of you fell to the ground with her arms around your waist for her to take the force of the fall. Nakia moved in and fired her weapon into the fake Shuri’s back and watched as she fell to her knees. She turned to her side ready to reprimand you for tackling her when her eyes moved to her now red stained hand. Shifting your hand away from your side to reveal the wound you protected her from.

"Sthandwa?" She mumbled softly as your eyes stared back at her. You groaned when she picked up to hold you close to her.

"Y/N! Baby why did you do that?!" She screamed and Namor took down the fake. He held her down as Nakia and Okoye rushed to her side, having seen the whole thing. The armed sniper was taken down by Attuma who managed to sneak behind as Nakia put her kimoyo beads to yours. 

"It seems Ms. Y/N is no longer healing." Griot said as Nakia watched with wide eyes and Shuri was on the verge of a breakdown. "Without proper medical attention she might not make it."

“What? No. No no no. No. NO! Why not? Baby your powers aren’t working. I need you to heal up for me okay. Please heal up.”, She cried and you swallowed the blood in your mouth. She tried to use her hand to stop the bleeding. You just stared up at her as she tried to stop the tear rolling down her cheeks. "I'm supposed to bring you home. Please sthandwa. Don't leave me." The princess didn't even notice Amera and Namor standing off to the side. The Talokan queen didn't want to believe you were dying. But she didn't know what else to do. You have stuck your neck out for her and her unborn child. The least she could do was be by your side. To bring comfort to you and Shuri.

She kneeled down next to you as she held her baby to her chest. "We're gonna get you help Y/N. You're going to be okay." Shuri looked up at her and she gave a small smile letting her know she was there for her. For you. 

"We will bring in the fake for questioning. But right now we have to get Y/N back for medical attention." Okoye stated as Namora dragged fake Shuri onto the jet. Shuri gathered you in her arms and ran to the jet where Ayo was prepared to fly them all home. 

"I'll come with you." Amera said as she held onto her son who was now squirming in her grip. She followed the panther into the jet as Namor and his army trailed behind by sea. Shuri never took her eyes off of you as you stared up at her face. Her eyes held many things. Hope. Pain. Fear. Shuri couldn't lose you. She couldn't. After her mother, you became the last person to really know her. You knew her strengths. Her weaknesses. Her fears. Her secrets. 

"Usana. You're going to be alright. I promise." She mumbled as you wiped a tear away. 

"Don't cry my love." You groaned as she held you. You rested your head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. The sound was melodic. It calmed you. Pulling you to shut your eyes and rest. "I love you." With those three words you fell unconscious and she started to cry harder. 

"Hurry. You'll be okay. I promise." Her words were broken into small hiccups as the jet approached the river border. Soon after the jet reached the palace where medical staff were waiting with a stretcher for the wounded. She carried you to them before lying you down gently. "Please save her. Save her. Please." By now she sounded like a broken record, praying for you to be saved.

"We will do everything we can, your highness." With that they took you away to begin the process of saving your life. Shuri turned to the jet where Okoye was dragging the unconscious enemy out. 

"Take her to the throne room. Wait for me there." They walked away from the landing deck with sad faces as Shuri stood in her place. She used the moment of silence to calm her nerves as she took a deep breath. Her eyes closed and her hands hanging at her side. She looked up at the sky trying her best not to fall to her knees in this moment of vulnerability. "Mother." She shut her eyes as the wind blew past her face. "I know you and brother would take great care of her. But please. Don't let the ancestors take her. Not yet. I can't lose her now." Taking a deep breath her eyes fluttered open before making her way to the throne room. Nakia stood by the door waiting before stopping Shuri in her tracks. "You should be with Y/N. We can take it from here."

"Nakia please. I have to do this. I need to know why they went after Y/N in the first place. You go be with her. If anything happens, promise me you'll come tell me." 

Nakia opened her mouth to speak but no words came out so she just nodded. "I will." The two split ways and she entered the room where Okoye and Ayo stood over a body.

"Princess. You should see this." Okoye said and Shuri approached to see a man lying on the floor. "Where is the fake?"

"This is her. Or was. She shifted into this colonizer a couple of minutes after being here." The guard responded and Shuri scoffed.

"He's a mutant?" Shuri leaned down to look him over and a tattoo caught her eyes. Crossbones over a snake. "I know this tattoo. Y/N used to tell me stories about the enemies she's faced while being a wardog. She mentioned this specific tattoo." Shuri felt her stomach drop and chose to ignore it.

"So if he was defeated by Y/N before. This could be retaliation. Poor choice on his end considering all the trouble he's caused. Not just with you but with Talokan as well." Ayo stated with her spear in her hand.

"Wake him." She slammed the bottom of her weapon against the floor and he snapped awake. "Some fucking trip."

"Why?" That one word was the only thing Shuri asked and his eyes found her own. He stared up at her as he clenched his jaw not wanting to seek out his meal ticket. "I will not ask again." He could tell how angry she was by the way her chest heaved and her nostrils flared.

"It was a paid job. Me and your little wardog had some unfinished business so I took it. Paid well. Wasn't expecting the bitch to take a bullet for you though." A sharp punch landed on his cheek and he fell backwards hitting the floor.

"Don't you dare speak of her like that. Not while I'm here." She commanded and he spit blood from his mouth onto the floor. She motioned for the Dora Milaje to leave the room before unleashing her anger and punching him across the room. "Griot."

"Yes princess?"

"What's Y/N's heart rate?"

"Stable princess, but I do think you should be with her."

"I will. After I deal with him." She stomped over to the man before kicking him in the gut. His body landed on the other side of the room from the force of her kick and she was on him again. Only this time she was knocking the living daylights out of him. Every punch she dished out was for each time he hurt you. Because he took you. He made you whimper in pain. He inflicted all those bruises on your beautiful skin. Everything in the outside world was drowned out by Shuri's anger. Last time she felt like this you were the one to pull her back to reality. But it's different now. She stood over this man with a deadly aura as she balled her bloodied fists. 

"Shuri." Nakia's voice called out and Shuri wouldn't let up. "Shuri!" The panther turned to face her with a few blood splatters on her cheek.  

"I won't kill him yet."

"My queen…." She closed her mouth as looked down to her feet to prepare herself. Her eyes found Shuri's and the panther's body went rigid. Nakia had tears threatening to spill as she stood in the door. "Y/N is…" She stopped mid sentence and all the fury Shuri felt dispersed "She is with the ancestors now."

#black panther shuri #shuri x reader #shuri x you #poc reader #wakanda forever #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #queen shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri fic #princess shuri #black panther 2 #her heart fic

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Chapter 3: To Learn is to Know

A/N: Enjoy!

Warnings: not a lot. Info dumping I guess 🤣

Word Count: 4.8k

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When you got back to the cabin Hux went and stood near the fire pit looking out at the forest that bordered on the edge of your little garden.

“It’s still out there,” you called to him and he turned slightly. “The thing you landed in.” He looked back at the trees, hands clasped behind his back as the wind flared the tails of his greatcoat.

“Do you remember where?”

“Well it was dark,” you huffed at the weight of the bags before turning and kicking the rear door of your truck shut. “I’m sure we’d find it.”

He took a moment before almost reluctantly following you inside. You handed him the clothes and told him to go and make sure they fit. Moving around the kitchen you put away all the food and made another coffee before flopping down at the table and opening your laptop once more to stare at the blank document. You typed a sentence and instantly hated it, deleting it you tried again only to wince at yourself. The first sentence was always the hardest and let’s face it, your mind was elsewhere.

Your eyes flickered up when the bedroom door opened and you inadvertently inhaled sharply at the sight. He had the smart shoes on, comfortably covered by the hem of those smart black trousers. You found yourself straightening in your seat, your gaze travelling up to the impeccably tucked in black shirt, the belt looped perfectly and was sitting nicely on his hips. He held his arms out as though testing the length of the sleeves before adjusting the cuffs with his long fingers to make them more comfortable. He’d left the top button undone, his hair drifted over his brow and you saw with a flip of your stomach he hadn’t shaved even though you’d grabbed him a razor.

“Do I blend in?” He asked haughtily.

“Yes,” you had to clear your throat and try again. “Yes, you look…” handsome? Just my type? Gorgeous? He looked up at you waiting for you to finish your sentence. “Good,” you finished lamely. Sinking down in your seat you bit your bottom lip as the scent of the aftershave you’d bought him wafted across to you making your entire body tense. “Do you like it?” You coughed subtly again trying to rid yourself of the husky tone to your voice. Your reaction was ridiculous.

“If it is your planet's custom to dress in this way then I have no choice.”

“Yes. Yes, it is our custom.” You tried to concentrate on the screen but it blurred as your eyes lost focus.

“Your clothes look more comfortable,” he pointed out, jealously eyeing your chunky knit cardigan and black leggings tucked into your thick thermal socks.

“Well I’m a Princess I can wear what I like.” He huffed lightly through his nose and went to stand at the window, looking at the outside world. He put a hand in his pocket and you felt yourself melting at the fine image before you, which was ridiculous.

“I need something to do,” he announced suddenly.

“What kind of things did you do in your down time on the ship?”

“I didn’t get down time,” he snapped. “What are you doing on the datapad?”

“It’s not a…” you were going to correct him but honestly it was pointless. “I’m trying to write a book but I can’t shift my block.” He came to look over your shoulder, his eyes roaming over the laptop and you desperately tried not to react to his closeness and sniff him.

“I wish to learn these,” he said, running a hand lightly over the keys. “Your written language is different to mine.”

“Wait,” you looked up at him with a surprised look. “It is?”

“We write in Aurebesh and speak Basic.”

“I speak English and write in English.”

“How…original.” You rolled your eyes at his dry tone.

“Let me dig out some pads and pens and we can get started.” You had some lined pads and a leather bound journal that someone had got you as a gift but you never got round to using it. Running upstairs and grabbing a couple of pens you skipped back down the stairs finally feeling like you weren’t the stupidest person in the room for a change. This put you both on an even level and you were going to show him you weren’t entirely useless. You made some coffee for you both, highly aware he watched what you did with a vigilant eye. The smell of fresh coffee made you smile as you settled back down at the table, moving the laptop out of the way and he accepted the cup you had filled for him. Sliding across the pad and pen you didn’t miss the slight set line in his lips, the subtle flex of his jaw and you knew something was wrong.

“What’s up?”

“Up?” He enquired, his nose wrinkling in a way that expressed his utter displeasure at something, which you kinda liked.

“Apologies General. What seems to be the problem?” You asked, trying to match his accent and he frowned clearly deciding if you were mocking him or not.

“I haven’t written for quite some time. All the higher ranking officers are taught of course. But I am afraid to say it is a skill I have let slide.”

“What do you do then?” You asked with a slight frown.

“Well everything goes into the datapad.”

“So you don’t write anything? No little notes or reminders, a shopping list?”

“No, no little notes, I don’t need reminders and I don’t need to do any shopping. The droids cook and the lower staff deal with all that.”

“How the other half live,” you mumbled. “Right well this is a pen and this is paper…” you watched as he curiously lifted a single sheet, the paper slipped through his fingers and drifted back to the bulk of the pad.

“How does the ink not bleed through such thin sheets?”

“Because it’s not that kind of ink. Watch,” you leaned over your paper clearly writing out the alphabet in capitals and you could almost feel his curiosity grow. “Now you,” you said pointing to his pad and he picked up the pen, twisting it between his pale fingers before finding a comfortable hold. He was slow, much slower than you but each mark on the paper was precise and finally he sat back. You put both pads together comparing the different alphabets. “You have 34, we only have 26,” you observed.

“These ones are combinations like cherek and enth.” He pointed to a combination of ch and ae. You listened as he spoke, drinking in everything he told you, watching the way his eye flitted over the paper only to hold your gaze in the next moment. You forced yourself to focus and not get lost in the intensity of his pale green eyes, or the way he subconsciously brushed his red hair out of his face. You had no idea how long the pair of you sat there comparing words and letter combinations until your stomach rumbled and you were forced to look at the time.

“We should eat,” you suggested leaning back in your chair and stretching. “Oh I did find this though.” You passed him the leather book. “Maybe you could make it into a journal you know, write about your time on Earth. So you don’t forget.” Me. You wanted to say it but something made you stop.

“That is very thoughtful,” he murmured and you turned before your face could give away how pleased you were. He moved over to stoke the fire like he’d seen you do before and you busied yourself in the kitchen making some pasta for dinner, trying not to watch him as he settled in a spot on the sofa already writing. He stayed there the whole time you cooked, curiosity niggled at you but you were fairly sure he was sketching something as well as making notes. Biting your lip you found yourself moving onto your tiptoes only to turn abruptly when he sat back with a sigh.

“Dinner,” you announced as you plated the food up and he came over to the table, the book under his arm when you laid the food and drinks down.

“There is one thing I do enjoy about this planet,” he commented. “It’s your cooking.” You felt the heat flare up in your body and cleared your throat slightly.

“My cooking is nothing special.”

“The food is much nicer than what I’m used to.”

“That’s what you get for letting droids cook,” you mumbled. To your surprise he nodded in agreement.

“You’re probably right, also our supplies are limited to the bare essentials. Just things the body needs to survive and nothing more.”

“It sounds rather miserable up there.”

“On the contrary. It’s the only place I’ve ever belonged. Leading the charge on planetary liberation. My troopers have the best training the Galaxy has ever seen, we aim to serve and provide. We offer aid to less wealthy planets, planets who cannot sustain themselves, planets on the brink of civil war and governmental collapse. Some planets are ravaged by crime, the Hutts, Crimson Dawn, Guavian Death Gang…”

“A death gang?” You exclaimed, swallowing the food too quickly and coughing abruptly.

“No one can withstand the might of the organisation I helped build,” as he spoke, his eyes misted over slightly. “Even the Resistance, no matter how hard they try.”

“How did you come to lead?”

“I was born into it. I took over from my father after he…unfortunately died.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you said quietly. The loss of your parents still hurt you even after all these years.

“Don’t be. My father was not what you would call ,conventional.” Frowning, you sipped the wine before asking your next question.

“How so?” He pushed some food around his plate, a tiny sneer lifting the corner of his lips.

“I don’t think I know you well enough to have that conversation,” he repeated what you’d said to him before and immediately you understood. You wanted to ask more questions but you’d both forced an unspoken rule on your trauma. Because that was no doubt what it was for him and he was probably the type to never admit it.

“What do you have for currency?” You asked, changing the subject and he attacked the topic with relish.

“The widely used currency is Credits. The Outer Rim territories use something known as Wupiupi. The First Order is aiming to unite the Galaxy under one organisation so then things like inter-currencies would be obsolete.”

“Your organisation?”

“Of course,” he responded quickly. “What about Earth?”

“We have so many different currencies, each country has its own form of money. We here in America have dollars but over in England they have pounds and in Europe they use the Euro. They are all worth different amounts too so what is, say, one dollar here would be something else entirely in China.” Hux drank in every word and you imagined he was itching to make a note of it in his journal.

“All on one planet?”

“Yeah, why is that so hard to believe?” You asked, drinking some more wine.

“Nothing surprises me about this planet anymore. It’s so…different.”

“I would have thought you’d be used to different?” He seemed to ignore your question and carried on talking almost to himself.

“It’s almost like many planets have amalgamated on one rock and all learned to coexist. Fascinating.”

“So is Basic the most used language?” You wanted to keep him talking, to learn as much as you could even though none of it sounded real at all.

“There are too many languages to even know where to start. Each race has its own language, the Hutts have Huttese, the Twi’leks speak Ryl, Rodians have Rodese.”

“These aren’t…humans?” His jaw tightened and now you felt like you were annoying him, but his need to educate you drove him to keep talking.

“No. Humans are the most wide spread race in the Galaxy and what the Imperials and now the First Order are made up of.”

“So to find a whole undiscovered planet full of them is pretty shocking,” you chuckled, taking a sip of wine.

“That is certainly a resource I did not consider.”

“You can’t call humans a resource!” He drank from his own glass, his eyes on his plate.

“No I suppose not,” he finally murmured. The rest of the meal was finished in an awkward silence and you tried not to think too hard about who was sitting at your table. But everything he said was outlandish and unrealistic and yet he was so sure of himself. Getting up you held a hand out for his plate and he passed it over, watching as you moved over to the sink. You debated what to do next, you didn’t fancy sitting up in your room.

“Do you want to watch some tv with me?” You asked him drying your hands and seeing he had some notes in his journal already, all neat and precise.

“What kind of holovids do you have?” You shrugged, motioning for him to follow and flopped down on the sofa while he carefully sat in the armchair.

“What do you fancy? We have factual, fictional, magical, some based on real life. What did you watch on your, you know? The ship.”

“I never had time to waste on the holonet so I never got into anything. Mitaka used to tell me about something but the details escape me.”

“Mitaka? You had friends?”

“He was…is my Lieutenant.” You flicked through the channels trying to fight the urge to put something spacey on because he’d no doubt moan or point out some inaccuracies and you just wanted to relax.

“How about NCIS?”

“If you’d like.” You swung your legs up, pulling them to your body as you smirked lightly. Man could be a politician with his vague answers.

You got through two episodes before he opened his mouth, pointing out how they seemed to clearly break rules and protocol left right and centre. You leaned back to watch him gesticulate wildly at the tv, his third glass of whiskey balanced on his knee. It struck you how odd this all was but also how easily the pair of you had slotted together in your little cabin. Yes he gave the impression he was eccentric almost and some of the things he said blew your mind but you were enjoying having him in your space. Sometimes you wondered if he was just as lonely as you on that big space boat and that’s why you’d just settled into an easy rhythm so quickly.

You were starting to feel tired but he still seemed wide awake and you wondered if he slept. Glancing over at your laptop an idea formed in your mind and you strode over to pick it up off the counter. Hux looked up, interest flickering in his gaze.

“This is a computer, if you click here you can get the internet up and it has everything you could ever need to know about….Earth. Us. Humans.”

“I am a human.” Right.

“I meant Earthling humans you’re a…an arkanisian?” You winced as you butchered your way through the word.

“Arkanian.” You nodded, fully accepting the correction.

“I’m going to go to bed, feel free to browse what you like. Goodnight General.”

“I’d say, Armitage is just fine.”

“Armitage.” There was just the faintest clench of his jaw but it was swiftly followed by a forced smile which you guessed was progress. You trudged upstairs hoping he didn’t get into too much trouble while you slept.

—

The next day was cold, the threat of rain rumbled over the horizon and you scurried downstairs to rebuild the fire. Your steps slowed as you took in the scene before you, the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit your nose and you saw the fire was crackling nicely.

Armitage was sitting at the kitchen table, his hair slightly tousled and he clutched a cup of coffee in his hands. He was still on your laptop, his eyes wide as he read the screen but what shocked you the most was Millicent. Your oaf of a pet was taking up his entire lap and he was running his long fingers through her soft downy fur. They both looked up as you stepped off the last step, one set of green eyes and one set of gold.

“Not the tooka you were expecting?” You asked, surprising yourself that you’d even remembered anything he said.

“Much more pleasant than a tooka. Also I figured out your caf contraption.” His voice sounded tired, a slight gravelly undertone and you shivered from the sound of it.

“Have you slept at all?” You asked even though you could guess at the answer. His shirt was looking a little disheveled, the top fastenings undone but he looked very relaxed for the first time since he’d arrived.

“No, I've been reading about Earth, your people, your history. Your lack of understanding.” You choked on the glass of water you were drinking but he ignored you. “You’ve only travelled to your moon? You send probes out into space and you still find nothing yet you have a telescope that can see other galaxies? How do you live like this? It’s so basic.”

“Basic?” You gasped still trying to clear your lungs of water.

“No droids, no intergalactic travel and yet you have all these sci-fi programmes that are all utterly preposterous. As if there are stargates and all the other stupid notions you Earthlings imagine. The only one that’s the closest to actual space travel is Star Trek.” He looked up at you from his rant taking in your slack jawed expression and let out a breath of annoyance.

“You really have been up all night.”

“The First Order would implement regulations that could make this a prosperous planet indeed. Mainly your food trade, you don’t really have anything else you can offer the Galaxy.” You sank into a chair still trying to process everything he’d previously said.

“You think we have nothing else to offer?”

“Your technology is rudimentary, your travel is archaic. The knowledge you possess is basic at best. I've seen some underdeveloped planets in my time but this is something else. I mean not even any planetary defence? How do you protect yourselves? How have you gone unnoticed for so long?”

“When you’re quite done insulting my home world,” you murmured, hiding your face in your hands as you leaned on the table. He snapped his mouth shut, still stroking your cat who purred shamelessly into his ear as she headbutted his cheek. “So you've come to the conclusion you’re stuck here?”

“It would seem so.” He looked resigned, his fingers tightening in Millicent’s fur but she just purred harder.

“You should probably go and sleep.”

“I find sometimes it is not a necessity.”

“Suit yourself. I thought we could take a walk today and see if we can find your pod.” Millicent mewled from his arms but made no move towards the bowl of food you were preparing. “Millie. Breakfast!” Her tail swished and she glared at you but still made no move away from Hux. “Stupid beast,” you sighed. “What did you think?”

“Do you have tools?”

“Of course I do. What do you think is in my shed out there?”

“In all honesty, I dread to even contemplate what could be out there.”

“Come and see for yourself but I would, ah, suggest a change of clothes.” He looked down at himself just as Millicent moved.

“Why?”

“Because we’re going into the forest and your nice shoes and thin trousers are not going to cope. I’d suggest your boots and the blue jeans I got you.”

“Is that what they’re called,” he grumbled, dislodging Millicent much to her displeasure.. You pulled your coat on and headed outside to the shed. The lock was slightly stiff but you were used to it, giving it a wiggle and finally the light of day flooded the small space. You had inherited all your dad and grandads tools and you didn’t have the heart to throw them away. You weren’t sure what tools he’d need or why so you just pottered about until he appeared like a looming shadow at the doorway. You swallowed discreetly at the sight of him in the t-shirt and Levi’s grateful that his greatcoat hid how form fitting they were on him, tapering off into his tall black boots.

“Welcome to my shed. What are you going to need?” You felt a little thrill at the way he meticulously picked up almost everything, eyeing the end or flicking his thumb over a certain tool. He looked to be running an internal monologue as he made his way round, passing screwdrivers and spanners of varying size, cable cutters, pliers, also a mini hook and pick set. You carefully put them in a canvas tool bag you found holding it open as he slipped more tools in. You heard him muttering to himself at one point as he concentrated, murmuring about parachutes and thrusters. You were not a very practical person, you had enough knowledge to get by, maybe put up a shelf and make furniture but this was next level and you felt your curiosity rise to new heights.

“I think that’s everything I might need.” He followed you back outside and you pointed in the general direction you remembered from that night.

“What are you going to do?”

“The technology within the escape pod belongs to the First Order,” he paused speaking for a second and all you could hear was the crunch of your feet over the stick ridden ground and the clank of the tools in your bag. “It could be dangerous in the wrong hands.”

“Right, alien tech. Gotcha.” Looking up at the trees you felt slightly disoriented in the day but you were fairly sure you could easily find your way. “Try and be quiet around here,” you whispered, peering through the trees. “There’s a bear that lives in these parts. I don't know how he’d feel about us visiting today.” You noticed that Hux moved with a fluidity you hadn't seen before. He suddenly became quieter than you, his eyes piercing the gloom between the trees and even his coat seemed to know not to snag any twigs and make extra noise.

“You need to teach me to do that,” you muttered.

“There is much I could teach you.” You rolled your eyes and continued to lead him deeper into the trees. The tracks from your truck the other day stopped abruptly but you carried on, picking your way and finally seeing the smooth alloy side of the capsule.

Armitage crouched before it, running a critical eye over the pod, the door was open still and you could see where nature had explored it. Muddy tracks were all over the glass and metal, even on the inside which you finally got a decent look at. It was large inside, able to house at least 6-8 people, seats lined the sides and one seat was near the front which you guessed was for a pilot. A panel of dials and buttons with what you assumed to be flight controls filled the front of the cabin.

“The parachute didn’t release. Being in the hyperspace lane must have fried the mechanism…how did you get me out?” He asked curiously.

“You don’t remember landing?”

“If I did I wouldn’t be asking would I?” He bit at you in exasperation.

“Well I saw it land, I followed the path of trajectory and when I got here you opened the door and rolled out. I ran back for my truck and managed to get you back to the cabin. You weren’t very responsive but you listened to some things I asked you.”

“Such as?”

“Can you hear me? Are you alright? The usual for someone who just fell out of the sky.” He looked up at you almost puzzled for a moment before rising gracefully to his full height.

“You didn’t ask me where I was from or question me for information?”

“Armitage, you’d just fallen out of the sky! You were bleeding and clearly suffering from concussion. Why would I then interrogate you?!”

“Knowledge is power.” He adjusted his gloves before ducking down to get into the pod. It frustrated you that he always seemed to assume the worst, almost as though he’d never been shown a kind hand. You got the impression this was a man that had to claw his way through life, fighting for every moment. You followed him, gingerly stepping inside and trying to take in everything at once. You were in a freaking spaceship! You touched the black panelled sides flinching when one opened automatically.

“Oh I’m sorry!” You cried out lifting your hands up as the panel fully opened and exposed what was inside.

“Bacta.” He told you absently. “It’s a med kit.”

“This is the famous bacta you tell me about whenever you get the chance?” He ignored you, ducking down under the control panel to rip open a section, wires of all different colours spilled from inside and deftly he began to unplug wires, separating some out.

“Clippers,” he demanded, holding his hand out and you complied with a soft sigh. You crouched down and just watched. Being the daughter of a practical man who almost built his house from the ground up you were aware of how skilled Hux actually was. He knew his way round this ship like he had a mental map in his mind and soon pieces were beginning to pile up between you. Dials, wires, buttons there was barely anything left on the control panel by the time he sat back in the seat.

As time passed you felt your attention drifting and you had taken to sitting near the door scrolling through your phone, still toying with the idea of telling Sage what was happening right now. You hadn’t heard from her in a couple of days and it was unusual but no news was good news you supposed. Next he moved around emptying the compartments letting out a huff of annoyance at a small cylinder in his hand. He pressed the button but only static sounded and he tossed it into the pile.

“What’s this?” You asked, freeing a black piece of fabric from under a seat. “A hat?”

“Yes. My hat.” You put it on, putting the hat at a jaunty angle you looked up at him and pouted slightly as you posed.

“How do I look?” He gave you a slight smile that turned up the corner of his mouth and you had to give him a brief one back. He looked so nice when he smiled.

“Like you’d fit right in,” he murmured, holding his hand out for it. Reluctantly you handed it over watching as he swiped a thumb over the insignia on the front. It matched the one on the sleeve of his coat.

“I feel like I’m going to need to get the truck to take all this back.” He glanced up and just nodded before going back to what he was doing. “Alright then,” you mumbled, turning and leaving him to his brooding.

To your surprise he helped you load the truck, you expected him to treat you like a worker and carry everything but he seemed to be relishing this task even if he barely said a word. You slammed the trunk shut watching as he positioned branches and leaves strategically over the pod to hide it from view.

“You say no one comes out here?” He asked firmly.

“Absolutely no one.” Hux looked around grimly, pulling a face of displeasure.

“I am still loathed to leave it here.”

“I promise Armitage, the only thing that could happen is a bear will find it and hibernate in it.”

“Not possible, the door only activates from the inside.” He followed you to the truck sliding in next to you.

“How do people get you out?”

“It’s to stop people pulling you out, what if I had landed on a hostile planet and the natives wanted to kill me? I could have stayed in the pod until my ship arrived and I would be rescued.”

“You talk about fighting and death like it’s a way of life,” you muttered.

“It is.” You debated asking him more but from the look on his face he was done talking.

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[keepswingin]

Yongbok is kind, against everything that tells him not to be. 

Jeongin doesn't know how to deal with it most days, when the tide is high and Yongbok is the last on deck because he is the one whose gaze tugs Jeongin along when he'd rather do nothing else but sink.

Sometimes he forgets that Yongbok is the same as the rest of them; just another pirate. A thief, a danger. Someone else who went along with whatever Chan decided to do, even if that included turning the ocean red. 

Was Yongbok like him once?

Would there be a day where he was forced to do the same? 

Jeongin flinches at the rag that presses gently against his eyebrow, attempting to clot the bloodflow. "Sorry," Yongbok says, voice rumbling quietly through the room.

He thinks he's shaking against the crate Changbin had thrown him against hours ago, spitting curses and kicking. The box didn't splinter against the pressure, but he did, squeezing his eyes shut and curling his arms over his head until the door had slammed in his wake.

Another shift of the rag as it swipes downwards, catching the blood dripping from the curve of his nose. Yongbok hums, eyes trying to catch his. "I was once told that scars meant nothing, by someone who had none."

The wall in front of Jeongin is lined with barrels that were never fit to hold rum when they could hold so many other valuable things. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, when he had first been locked down here, confused and scared and picking through things that were far from his. That was the first lesson he learned from Lee Know, and one he still hadn't forgotten.

"Jin overheard," Yongbok continues, unbothered by the blood that's steadily staining his own hands. "I saw him pull his knife. The look in his eyes as he stood up from his ale."

He pauses, and the rag lifts from torn skin.

"I told him that cowards wouldn't know any different, and let Jin slit his throat." Yongbok grabs some wrap from beside him, and begins to layer it against the wound. "The last thing he saw was me as he bled out in the middle of the tavern." 

The time it takes Yongbok to finish wrapping his newest scar is silent, save for the sound of Jeongin's sharp inhales whenever he presses harder to make sure the cloth sticks. He doesn't know if it's his heart or his head that pounds as he takes in everything that Yongbok had said, eyes finally flicking away from the wall to meet the other's face. 

"You're saying I deserved this?" he asks, tone carefully netural, because he is still them, no matter how much Jeongin wishes he wasn't.

Yongbok sighs, leaning back.

Jeongin's shirt collar is soaked through with blood. He can feel it continue to bubble now, even after the subtle care it's been given. They never waste true supplies on him, but Yongbok always finds a way to sneak something or other for wrapping at the very least, never one to be able to stomach him bleeding, Jeongin's sure. 

"No one deserves scars," Yongbok amends quietly, though there's no need for them to whisper when everyone else is lounging above deck, having long forgotten about Jeongin after leaving that village burning on the horizion. "But those that have them learn why they were given." 

Something hot and angry stirs in Jeongin's stomach. 

"I know my place," he spits, daring to go against the current. "I won't ever be able to forget it. I don't need to nearly lose my eye because I don't want to - " and of course his voice gives out before he can finish, because he doesn't want to even say the words. It's all so violent, and Jeongin hates it. "This isn't where I belong," he finally settles on, steeling his gaze with a defiant set of his jaw.

Yongbok stares at him for a long moment, before climbing to his feet. The planks creak under the shift in weight, and the ship shudders as a wave smashes against the hull. "This isn't where any of us belong," he admits, like he knows more than he should. "But there is no home for us to go back to." 

"Because you've burned them all!" 

Jeongin doesn't mean to say it aloud, and he doesn't mean for Yongbok to be the one that hears it, but it's already too late to go back. There is no taking anything back, when it's him against a ship full of people that wouldn't hesitate.

Yongbok's hand rests on the door handle, his back facing Jeongin. He takes a long breath, and his shoulders rise with the motion slowly, before returning back to their rightful place.

"You're finally looking like a pirate, Innie-ah," he whispers, and the words hurt him more than any wound ever could.

Yongbok knows it, as he slips through the door, leaving Jeongin alone against the waves. 

read part one here

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #skz #yang jeongin #i.n #lee felix #skz fanfic #pirate au #keepswingin writes #mine

[lincolndjarin]

no kinktober this week!! sorry!!

i'm severely burned out right now and in all honesty it's hard for me to find joy in my writing when it feels so forced. that being said i don't want to just leave y'all hangin' so i'm gonna do something different from now until the end of october.

next monday through friday i'll be doing five more days or drabbles/oneoffs, oct 30th i will be posting a longer joel one off i've been working on for a bit and on oct 31st i'll be posting a little din piece i've been working on.

under the cut i'm gonna put in some wips from what i already have along with a poll and i'll be doing the top five !! don't feel obligated to read the wips, they're there if you wanna see what direction i've been taking them but feel free to just vote lmao

little warning here, some of these wips are dddne, and contain dubcon/noncon elements. to be safe i am going to highlight any wips containing that content red.

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Joel Miller x Food Play

Shuffling out of your jeans you kick the rest of your clothes off, tossing them onto the table until you're completely bare. Once you’re done you reach over, grabbing your apron and pulling it over your head, tying the cord around your waist. The thin fabric just barely covers your chest, the outline of your nipples pokes through the blue checkered pattern. You give yourself one quick once over in the reflection of the sliding glass door before grabbing both plates, carefully stepping back into the living room where Joel’s eyes are still glued to the screen as he cleans up the takeout containers, setting them aside. 

“Need any help in there, sugar-” He finally looks over at you, breath hitching as you set the plates down on the coffee table.

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Din Djarin x Sex Pollen (din and reader are married but still marking this bc sex pollen)

“Din?” You call back towards your riduur, he’s right where you left him, sitting on a crate inside the open hull of the ship, watching you with a keen eye. He’s on his feet the moment you start teetering, your head is spinning and thankfully he gets to you just in time to catch you. The contact alone has you reeling, an obscene moan falling from your lips.

“Mesh’la? What’s wrong?” 

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Ezra x Anal

You’ve been on this planet too long. Both of you bored of waiting out the dust storm indoors, after a while all you can really do to keep yourselves entertained is fuck. 

So when he asked if he could try something different, you’d said yes, if not purely for the sake of breaking up the monotony. 

But now you’re one all fours and exactly as you’d predicted, he’s going too fast, far too eager to fuck you as he scissors his slick fingers inside you. 

He’s as rough as ever as he pushes into you, far before you’re ready, you can barely catch your breath. 

“Ez!” You squeak out as the burning sensation shoots through your body.

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Marcus Moreno x Praise Kink

“Did you have a rough day at work?” With a long whine he nods, his thrusts get sloppy and you tsk him. “Slow down, I’ll take care of you, okay?” You wrap your legs around him, digging your ankles into his back and pushing him into you completely. “Can you stay right here?” 

“Yes ma’am.” He mumbles, his thick rimmed glasses slipping down his face. 

“You don’t have to be so formal, Marcus.” You brush a stray lock of hair out of his face.

“Sorry mommy.” His voice is barely a whisper as he turns beet red. 

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Joel Miller x CNC

“Touch it.” The low timber of his voice rumbles from behind you as you feel him push himself up against you. 

“Please-” Your plea is cut off as his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just once as a warning. 

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to.” He rocks his hips forward again, grinding his erection against your open palms.

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Agent Whiskey x Impact Play

He never uses his belt as a punishment. 

And he’ll never touch you when he’s mad. 

He’s very particular about that. 

But on good days, you can convince him to bend you over his knee and leave your ass raw and red.

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Javier Peña x Fuck or Die

“If you move so much as an inch I’ll paint this room with your brains.” He snarls, gun still pressed firmly against your skull, you can feel his knee dig deeper into your back as he groans. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” His voice is low and deadly in your ear, this is exactly the kind of thing you’d been warned about when you started doing entry level cartel work, now look where it’s gotten you. “I’m gonna get off of you and you’re gonna roll over, then you’re gonna do whatever I say without hesitation.”

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Poe Dameron x Knife Play

Your eyes flutter open as you groan in pain, you aren’t sure what’s happening, it’s too dark in your room but you’re acutely aware of something holding your head in place. You’re trying to focus your vision but it’s too dark, someone is pulling your hair. You’re about to scream, you can feel it bubbling in your throat but a hand swiftly covers your mouth.

“Shh… It’s okay.” You’d recognize his voice anywhere. He’s been plaguing your life for weeks now, you didn’t think you’d ever hear his voice again yet here he is.  “You know what happens if you scream.” He murmurs before slowly removing his hand from your mouth.

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Poe & Din x Threesome

You’ve never seen him before and you can’t help but be curious, you’ve never seen a Mandalorian before, you don’t think it’s typical for them to room with rebel pilots like this, but Poe says he’s down on his luck, just trying to lay low. He pays his rent on time and to Poe that's all that matters. 

“Poe…” You murmur, pushing him back a bit.

“Mhmm, I know.” He hums, shoving his face back into the crook of your neck until you can’t help but moan as you make eye contact with him.  Or whatever you would call staring at his helmet.

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Dieter Bravo x Exhibitionism

Dieter is gone a lot. 

Press tours, filming, premiers, you name it, he’s gone often. 

Which leaves you where you are now, in his way too big house, with too much time on your hands. So you order take out and you do yoga and when you miss him you’ll watch his interviews on Youtube. 

But most of the time you just stay in his bed, with a vibrator between your legs. 

Dieter has a particularly healthy sexual appetite, and you’ve unfortunately gotten used to that. So when he leaves, you’re left horny and alone.

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#lincolndjarin

[scholastic-dragon]

Ahh so I’ve had brain cancer since Feb of 2019 (it’s come back 3 times and i just came home from the hospital yesterday so this is why I’m asking) but Quill has been a huge comfort character to me through this. I’ve always seen him as my older brother and imagining him being there for me (especially since his mom had what I have, probably hits him hard) had played a HUGE part in getting me through this. If it’s okay to ask, how do you think he would react fo his sister figure going through this- like how would be support her? (I know it’s weird to find so much comfort in a fictional character but he’s really helped me through this emotionally tbh)

Hun, it is 100% alright for you to have found comfort in him. I hope things get better or continue to stay good for you and I hope this brings you comfort <3

Peter Quill x Sister!Reader

Through Thick and Thin

Word Count: 613

Warnings: talks of cancer, mentions of Quills mom (illusions to parental death), little angst, big fluff,

Summary: you and Quill have a heart-to-heart

"Easy now, there ya go," Quill gently took your arm, helping you down the steps of the hospital.

"I know," You force a laugh, exhaustion creeping through your joints, you just want to get back to the Milano and take a nap.

Quill doesn't let go of your arm as your reach the pathway, gently pulling you along to the parking local where the ship was.

He put himself in between any and all people that could possibly bump into you, insuring you were fully covered and protected from anything. He had been doing this more and more recently since your sickness started to come back.

"Pete, I'll be okay if you let go of my arm," You side eye him ad he nudges a garbage can out of the way.

"I know," He scoffs but doesn't let go.

You don't press and allow him to take you back to the ship, holding your hands as he helps you up the landing ramp.

He kicks open your bedroom door and sits you down on your bed.

You tried not to be annoyed, he was just trying to help, but in the last few weeks he'd glued himself to your side. He never let you do anything alone and never gave you any room to breath.

"Alright, do you need anything? Water? Food? Maybe a change of clothes?" He snaps his fingers at his last question, going over to your dresser and pulling out some clothes.

"Pete, I'm fine really, I can do it," You stand up, putting your hand on his arm to stop him.

"Yeah, I know," He sighs. "But you don't have to,"

"What's this really about, Pete?" You cross your arms, taking a step back from him, watching him shrug and look down at your dresser.

"Nothin' I'm....I'm just watching out for you, I don't want you to be alone-"

"I'm never alone!" You snap. "You haven't left my side in weeks and even if you did, I have the others to keep me company, I'm not alone," You sigh, dropping your arms and glancing down at the floor. "I didn't mean to snap like that, I can just tell there's something else bothering you,"

He sighs, setting the shirt he grabbed on top of your dresser, closing the drawer and turning to face you.

"The....the thing you have now.....it's what.....it's what my mom had," His eyes glass over, voice cracking, face flushing. "And I wasn't there for her, and I won't let it happen with you," A few stray tears spill down his cheeks. "I can't loose you too, you're....you're like a little sister to me,"

You move before he finished, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him. Your fingers clawed at his leather jacket, trying to pull him closer, your own tears threatening to spill over.

Gently, he wrapped his arms around you, resting the side of his face against yours, chest shaking with sobs.

"What happened to your mom....it's not gonna happen again, I promise," You whisper, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"I know it won't, I won't make the same mistakes again," His voice croaked, you could tell he was holding back tears of his own.

"Pete, you didn't make any mistakes-"

"I wasn't there when she needed me," You felt the tears fall from his face and roll onto your cheek. "That's not gonna happen with you, I'll be here every step of the way,"

"You promise?" Your own tears spill past, blurring your vision, you close your eyes and tuck your head into his neck.

"I promise, we're family, we stick together through thick and thin,"

#guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy headcannons #guardians of the galaxy imagine #guardians of the galaxy imagines #gotg #gotg headcannons #gotg imagines #gotg imagine #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 headcannons #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 imagines #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 imagine #gotg2 #gotg2 imagine #gotg2 imagines #gotg2 headcannons #peter quill #quill #peter quill imagine #peter quill headcannons #peter quill x reader

[stray-kaz]

A Better Distraction : a Jesper Fahey x reader FF : Eight

Jesper had departed with Kaz, disgruntled but loyal, and Inej had vanished a minute or so after them to keep an eye out from the rooftops of the city. This left you with Nina, who soon beckoned Matthias over.

“Why don’t you take the princess out for a walk? She’s cooped up here so much it’s a wonder her legs still work at all!”

She winked at you and stole back the remainder of her waffle.

“Go on, off with you both.”

Matthias held out a hand to help you to your feet and guided you to the door, your hand resting in the crook of his elbow, like a true gentleman.

Still waiting across the street from the entrance of the Sat, Bryn could not believe his luck when he saw you emerge, guarded only by the giant Fjerdan. No Heartrender, no Wraith, no molasses skinned Zemeni with eyes full of you.

He made his move.

You didn’t see him coming and neither did Matthias. You were walking together in companionable silence and then suddenly, he grunted, his eyes rolled to the whites and he toppled to the pavers, felled like a tree. You gaped at him, wide eyed, and then turned, heart hammering, to see your cousin looming over you, billy club raised like a winner’s baton. He brought it down and your legs melted away from under you.

Dusk had fallen by the time Jesper came sauntering back to the Slat, Kaz and Inej at either side of him. He had plans for you that involved melted chocolate and revealed skin. But as the grimy moonlight cracked through the clouds and glinted off something round and metal in the dirt, those plans died in his mind. As the others watched, he knelt and brushed aside leaves and muck to pick up the gunmetal ring he had given you in the morning, the glow of fire still illuminating your skin against his. He had slipped it onto your thumb, the only finger it would fit, and kissed the tip before whisking away to dress before you could thank him.

And now here it was lying on the ground, and it felt as if someone had dumped ice cold water down the back of his neck.

“What is it, Jes?” Inej asked, placing a careful hand on his shoulder.

“I gave this to her this morning after we -” he stopped speaking, biting his lip.

Kaz looked away, impatient, but Inej drew Jesper to his feet.

“Maybe she just dropped it” she said calmly, aiming to soothe.

In answer, Jesper shoved through the door to the Slat, knocking aside two Dregs members gossiping right in front of it. They started to snipe at him, but one look at his expression shut their mouths, voices dying in their throats as Jesper caught sight of Matthias sitting at the opposite end of the room, Nina sitting close beside him. She saw Jesper first and stood up to fend him off, but he would not be fended, not tonight.

His long strides ate up the distance until he could slam the ring down on the table in front of them. Matthias’ eyes flicked to it and then warily back to Jesper’s face. Jaw clenched, muscles ticking, irascible hands dancing over the handles of his revolvers.

“Who” was all he could say, and it wasn’t a question.

“My guess is her cousin. He came up behind us and knocked me out” Matthias told him.

Jesper kicked a chair out and sat down hard. He reached out to grab the ring and slid it back onto his middle finger, feeling it ghost cold over his skin.

“Nina” he said, and lifted his head to meet her watchful gaze. “We are going to tear this city apart. I will burn it to ash if I have to.”

She nodded and Jesper felt a familiar hand alight on his shoulder once more.

“I’m coming, too” Inej said quietly.

You woke with a throbbing pain at both the top and base of your skull, and it occurred to you in the midst of the blinding headache that your cousin had hit you twice, once to knock you out and once to make sure you stayed that way.

Groaning, you pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees and felt your body sway. The floor and the walls were moving. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against the cool floor. You were on board a flying ship. You were out of Ketterdam, moving away from Jesper with every beat of a wing.

The sound of footsteps made you realise you weren’t alone and you raised your head to stare into the cool unflinching gaze of your cousin.

“You’re awake” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

“No thanks to you” you snapped back, forcing yourself to stand.

You rocked on your feet, suddenly aware that you were barefoot. The rotten sod had taken your boots so you were weaponless. The fingers of your left hand moved to your right to fiddle with the ring Jesper gave you, but it wasn’t there. You closed your eyes again briefly; it was a small thing, but you suddenly felt bereft, set adrift.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked, even though you had already guessed.

“Home” Bryn answered, smirking. “Your parents and mine are waiting for you. The wedding has been moved up to a week from now. You will spend that week chained to your bed.”

You arched your eyebrows.

“Afraid I’ll run for it again?” you asked snidely.

Before he could answer, you flicked a narrow thread of flame in his direction, straight above his eyes. He shrieked, and when the flame disappeared, his eyebrows were singed off. You couldn’t help your amused smirk as you cocked your head to look up at him.

“Oh, I do hope they’ll grow back before the wedding!”

He growled and lifted his club, but you held up your hands again, flames spreading between your palms.

“I am not defenseless now” you warned. “I may not have been fully trained, but I am not useless. And I’ve been practicing.”

That was a bald faced lie, but Bryn didn’t know that. Jesper would have been proud.

Bryn sneered and turned his back on you, ducking out of the little space and heading back to where you supposed the controls were.

“This marriage will be a sham” you muttered to yourself. “I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

In Ketterdam, a building was on fire, flames licking at the sky. Jesper walked away from it without looking over his shoulder, and tossed a detonator into the shadows. If no one talked soon, he would burn it all down.

#jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #shadow & bone #liss writes #jesper x reader

[tardis-ghost-blog]

This time I'm staying (The Doctor & The Master)

I read this post and my brain went: Someone has to do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm still mad about how badly the Master was treated throughout the whole series. First he was left with the Nazis, then he was left to die on Gallifrey and then he is left again to die all alone!!!!!!!! Nope... just nope. I can't. Someone, please hold me while I'm crying for this murderous bastard. So, here is my personal fix for this mess. Rating: G Summary: An old body brings old memories. And with a shock the Doctor realises there is someone he has left behind. Also on AO3

"What?!" the Doctor called out again, glaring at his hands in disbelieve.

How could this have happened? This had never happened before. This wasn't supposed to happen! Probably. The Doctor was never quite sure what to actually expect and he sometimes scolded himself to this very day for sleeping through the classes that were supposed to teach him.

"Can't be," he muttered, tumbling back inside the TARDIS. "Should get Yaz, she will..."

A shiver went through his body, the air in his very lungs refused to travel anywhere. He couldn't think much more before he collapsed on the TARDIS floor, the low, concerned humming the last thing he would hear for a long while.

Two things immediately washed over him, when his consciousness returned.

First, this floor was extremely uncomfortable and he should most definitely do something about it. Just in case.

And then: "Wait a second... I left my friend out there!"

The realisation hit the Doctor so hard he almost crashed right back to his knees. Instead, his clawed his hands into the controls, doing his best to stabilise his post-regeneration turmoil to type in coordinates and flick levers, kick stubborn buttons and pull on a yellow cord next to his head.

The floor truly was uncomfortable, he decided, crashing once more right onto it as the time machine began her flight. Maybe it was good his head was still so dizzy, or otherwise he might not have done what he was about to do.

The rumbles and wheezing stopped and the Doctor scrambled to his feet, stumbling towards the door and ripping it open just as the beam of energy rushed past the door. The planet still stood, but for how long was hard to tell. Dust and debris clouded the air, made it hard to see further than a few metres ahead.

But he didn't have to see. He knew, sensed the other Time Lord, still clinging to life somewhere in front of him. For a short moment the dust settled and the Doctor could see the black clad figure crawling inside his own TARDIS and...

Nothing.

The Master didn't move any longer.

Another beam of energy rushed past the Doctor right as he wanted to start running. But this had to be solved another way. He had to be clever.

Good thing he was... well he.

Quickly the Doctor ran back inside and let his ship lock onto the Master's, effectively tying them together. Space, he should manoeuvre them into space. He didn't know if the tie would hold inside the Vortex, so space would have to do. The protective bubble around them would allow him to cross over to the Master's TARDIS, even though it was a wobbly flight, with all the coordination issues the Doctor still had.

But somehow he managed and landed inside, grabbing the unconscious Time Lord under his arms to drag him all the way inside. Golden light was already engulfing his form, so the Doctor had no choice but to retreat and watch with a tight chest. The Master's eyes opened and saw. For the fraction of a moment they saw him and widened in surprise.

A scream roared out of the Master's throat as the regeneration overtook his body. There was light. Only light and nothing else for a small eternity. The Doctor held his arm up to shield his eyes, waiting for it to be over. And when it was, he also didn't dare to take it down, fearing what he might find.

"Doctor?" came a raspy voice, after some seconds. And then: "Oh, what the bloody hell is this now?"

The Doctor lowered his arm, blinking confused. He knew that voice.

"Ohhhhhh not you tooooo!!!" called the Master, pointing an outstretched finger at the Doctor. "How the heck did we regenerate back into those old idiots?" He bent over, coughing heavily. Golden light floated out of his mouth, evaporating in the air shortly after.

"I... I don't know," mumbled the Doctor. "Maybe your little trick with the forced regeneration triggered it somehow. Scrambled up the process or something."

Heavily breathing the Master sat up, looking down on himself. He wasn't wearing his robes any longer and instead was clad in black clothes. The same he had worn on the colony ship. "Why're you even here?" His head thudded back against the console, eyes closed. "Wanted to make sure I'm dead for good, eh?"

The Doctor shakily stood up, swaying lightly as he moved over to sit next to the Master. "Never realised how uncomfortable TARDIS floors are," he mumbled while doing so.

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

It seemed the Master was fighting sleep now, the regeneration tiredness overcoming him with full force. But he stayed conscious, unmoving, but awake.

"Get lost," he grumbled. "You've won. Isn't that enough?"

"I didn't... did I? Doesn't feel like winning to me."

The Master only scoffed.

"I didn't want to leave you behind," the Doctor admitted. And after a short, silent pause, he quietly added, "Again."

"Old memories coming back with that body?" the other Time Lord mocked, tiredly. "All the other times we've met, you didn't think twice when running away without me."

"You... I... I guess I truly hated you, when I learned you erased the Time Lords from existence on you little crusade."

"Right, deserved that." He chuckled, but sounded as if he almost fell asleep at the same time. "But you never came back. Not for me. Not for me either."

The Doctor took some moments to understand. "But you and Missy were together. I thought you two vanished..."

There was a tired humming and another cough. "Didn't. I fought myself, you know. I... Ugh, I'm too tired. I wanted to return to you. But... never mind. I was still there. I was there and you left. You didn't even look back. Not once. Never even checked."

A cold shiver went down the Doctor's spine as he thought back to the day on the colony ship. No, he had not checked, if Missy might still be there somewhere. He had not considered she might return, had not considered something might have happened. His guilty consciousness pushed tears into his eyes as realisation hit him and he turned to his side to grab the Master's shoulders. "I.... I am so, so sorry, Master. You're right. You're completely right. I didn't come back, I didn't trust you to... to choose me."

"Idiot," mumbled the Master, his head dropping against the Doctor's. "I'd always choose you. That's the problem. That's why I..." He let out a shaky breath, sinking together some more. "I'm so tired."

"That's okay. Get some rest. I'm here."

The Doctor shifted his weight a little, allowing the Master to drop his head on his shoulder. "You' won't when I wake up again. You never are."

At that the Doctor stayed silent. He didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to catch himself lying. His eyes wandered over the familiar face he had thought he would never see again. His eyes wandered over his own hands, his clothes. He also had thought to never see this face again.

But here they were, older, more jaded, more tired than ever before and still...

"I promise," whispered the Doctor. "Don't you see? Somehow we've both got a second chance. Maybe it's time to do it right. Just once. Just this once doing it right and not screwing it up."

The Master didn't respond. Exhaustion had finally overtaken him and he was sleeping, leaned against the Doctor's side, a calm look on his face. Only his mind was still awake enough to reach out.

So, you're staying with me?

The Doctor hummed, smiling to himself.

Yes. This time I'm staying.

#Doctor Who fanfiction #the master x the doctor #Thoschei #simm!master #fourteenth doctor #tenthree #tenagain #doctor what #doctor who #fanfiction