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anystalker707 · 1 year

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Admiral, my Admiral

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [gender neutral] Admiral! Reader Words: ~ 2 500 Summary: An unusual relationship that starts with a deal. Tags: no talk to him (ace) he angy / he gets to be babied tho / um, there's angst if you don't mind

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• Ace could remember passing out during a fight. His division wasn’t able to defeat the marine because they happened to run into a fucking strong division

• He tried his best to fight, but he just ended up getting weak when the spear of Sea-prism stone touched his chest and there was nothing else he could do, not even burn the ship so he would die uncaught, in the bottom of the sea; the last thing he could see was the fucking admiral walking towards him before he passed out. Where did the admiral come from, anyways?

• He woke up in a room he didn’t recognize, but could feel the familiar movement of the sea under him, so he was a little relieved he hadn’t been taken anywhere on land. Or maybe it was actually worse, if he thought well

• The whole place was too... patterned. Minimalist. It seems like a guest room and, when he leaves the room, the place keeps the same dark gray, white and blue colors. He keeps going until seeing a sign with the Marine symbol on it makes him shout and try to start lighting everything on fire until he notices the anklet on his leg and it is made out of that goddamned stone

• It is stupid, but he still jumps on you in an attempt to kill you with his bare fists at the moment he finds you at the desk only to be sent flying into the sea with a kick and rescued by your subordinates

• Ace is so full of anger, so small compared to you as he stands on the deck and stares at you—if only looks could kill...—while you don’t even bother to order him to be chained or anything. He feels like he will combust when you look at him and have the audacity to grin

• Your subordinates seem to know something that Ace doesn’t, but none of them pipe a word about it, all of them always talking the minimum possible with him and ignoring his comments whenever they get him food. He almost feels like when he was taken in by Whitebeard all over again, but this time, the feeling isn’t exactly welcoming because the only one being nice to him there is the fucking admiral, even if you can get on his nerves with your sarcasm and superiority complex. That is living hell

• At first, he thinks you will execute him—doesn’t happen. Then, you’re probably taking him to some headquarters to make him prisoner or something—also wrong. He tries to bribe one of your subordinates into telling him, but it never happens; not like he has anything that may interest them

• All he needs to stop fussing around so much is a letter from Garp telling him to trust you; not really the most convincing thing, but surely does leave a thought in the back of Ace’s head

• If you don’t kill him and have a goal, then the logic is simple; you need Ace alive, so you won’t kill him even if he’s the most insufferable fucker in the whole world

• Spending a few weeks on your ship does make Ace soften, though. He ends up finding himself in late night talks with you on the deck because, as much as he doesn’t want to chat, your sweet talk does keep him going. Not to mention the way he finds comfort in you, somehow

• Ace softening up doesn’t mean peace. His way of showing he is more comfortable around you resolves itself around Ace suddenly falling asleep in the most inconvenient spaces and following you around while making the most annoying comments. It doesn’t matter that you’re an Admiral and the power you have—he will get on your nerves because that’s just how he is, even more knowing he won’t get killed no matter how much he annoys one of the strongest, best known marines and warriors out there

• “What’re you doing?” “...Paperwork.” “Well, that I can see. What’s it about, though? Can I see the files about me? You better have everything right. I’m sure my bounty would be higher if you knew everything I’ve done!” “Why don’t you go take a nap or something? Leave me alone, fire boy.” “You’re so annoying! I can’t even—” You look up from your papers and he is... sleeping again. Okay.

• “You must be receiving a great amount to be taking care of me.” “Oh, I wish I were...”

• The relationship between you two turns into something like; Ace: Yo, I’ve broken about 20 important things, almost sank your ship again and made one of your subordinates almost give up on being a Marine You: I know this and I love you

• Ace is a little suspicious if you really have any real destiny—you’re sailing without stopping at any island for longer than a couple of days and never going to any of the headquarters. Are you going against the rules and acting in secret? Really??? For real??? Damn it, someone for once should tell Ace a word about what’s going on. Not only would half of his doubts go away, but also something interesting would happen in that godforsaken ship before he went crazy

• Although, watching the admiral is quite interesting. Well, the admiral is quite interesting...

• He grows quiet for a while, spending some days processing how you are always checking on him every morning and every night before he goes to sleep, sometimes bringing you food in person and spending some of your time with him

• Why do you want to know if he is emotionally okay and has everything he needs? It's almost like you care

• Then there are those long, uncomfortable silences in which he doesn't know what to do because, maybe unintentionally, those little comments of yours and light smirks have his face turning bright red and something stirring inside his chest

• How did he even allow the admiral to get into his head like that? He can't let it continue this way, though

“(Y/n)!” Ace whined as he walked into your office and didn’t even care about what you were doing before he threw himself on your lap, holding onto your shoulders as he dramatically leaned back.

“Ace—”

“I am afraid I am about to die! Your ship is so, so boring and your subordinates never talk to me!” He closed his eyes, making a face as if he were under a lot of pain—or at least trying to—, with no regard for the documents he almost made you ruin. “Like, why can’t they give me the combination to the vault? Or let me mess with the sails? That’s no fun!”

You would’ve chuckled if Ace weren’t being so obnoxious, so you just leaned back on the chair and observed him; he pouted at the silence and sat up properly on your lap. He takes in a breath, but you never allow him to voice whatever it is.

“Look, I am throwing you in the sea if you continue like this!”

“As if!” Ace chuckles. “You can’t k...”

Oh, it can’t be. Still, the soft snoring that comes from Ace confirms your theory and you roll your eyes, bouncing your leg lightly.

“Oi! What do you think you are doing, Ace?” You finally let go of your pen and your papers, shaking Ace a little. “Get lost, fire boy! I already forbid you from interrupting me while I’m on my paperwork! Why don’t you go read the books I lent you, hm? Go sleep in your room, at least. In the kitchen. I don't care.”

“It’s no fun without you.” Ace groaned, and you couldn’t help but to smirk and raise an eyebrow; a red tone took over his cheeks. “I—I mean, you’re the one who—”

“The one who?” You nodded for him to continue, resting your cheek against your palm. “Go on.” Ace exhaled, pressing his lips together as he looked away, and the lack of answer made you chuckle while wrapping an arm around his torso. “Oh, you don’t know what to do now that you have my full attention? Just wasting my time? I gave you rules to stay on my ship, Ace.” Your fingers held onto his jaw so he would look at you. “And I—”

Lips pressed to yours interrupted your words. Ace’s lips. You couldn’t help but to kiss back because he kept pressing his lips to yours for a few seconds, dismissing your hesitance, and even daring to hum softly once you started to kiss him back.

None of you stop. It started a chain of kisses that was enough to make you forget about your paperwork, lost in kissing the lips of a filthy pirate that fell in your hands because of a deal. Both of you had this same feeling; the spark of knowing that this was wrong and forbidden was what ignited your feelings for each other. Ace’s lips tasted like the sea, like the sweets he was eating earlier, but also tasted like freedom. A little bit of power that you had over the Marine and the World Government because no matter what you did, you knew no one would agree to have you dismissed from the Marine and they couldn't control every single action of yours.

Your fingers hooked with the hair on the back of Ace’s head to pull him away from the kiss a little. “You are down bad,” you mumbled into his ear.

• Once, Ace hears you talking to Sengoku. He sees you in your office, back to the door and with a den den mushi in hand. Your voice is calm, but not the sort of calm like you are when you raise an eyebrow at Ace then shrug in dismissal before you tell him to do whatever he pleases, no; it is the type of calm when your subordinates do something you don’t like, so you suppress your annoyance to long glares and pursed lips

• “No...” You say to the snail, “I am busy. I won’t be there for the next meeting. You already know my position in this. It is the same as Garp’s. And you know I haven’t seen Fire First. I would’ve reported already. Has he disappeared or something? You haven’t heard a thing about him for weeks.”

• And he doesn’t listen anymore. He doesn’t want to. Either way, it is enough to change the context again, from “stop locking me here” to “thanks for keeping me safe”

• You don’t understand what’s up with Ace being softer around you, but it is well welcomed. There’s something sweet about how he places a chair next to your desk and folds his arms over the table with his head on them, quietly observing you work until he falls asleep

• Actually, one night, Ace knocks on your bedroom’s door. He just walks past you and collapses on the bed at the moment you open the door. And fuck. That boy’s audacity. Whatever. It’s nice to hold onto something while you sleep

• And the fact your subordinates will walk into you making out with Ace on your lap while you’re in your office and just ignore what is happening is just... Hell, you love it

• There’s a whole new routine with Ace by your side

• The moment Ace has to leave comes quicker than you expected. It’s already time for you to return to your usual admiral duties and also for Ace to go back to the sea because there’s no longer a threat

• He can’t believe that keeping him was a whole plan to keep him safe while you, Garp and a few others did your best to convince the Marine that Portgas D. Ace was not a threat, so he shouldn’t be executed

• Ace is at loss of words, unable to formulate a thanks that’s genuine enough and expresses all of his feelings because you only fucking let him know about it when you’re dropping him at an island where Whitebeard already awaits for him. He wants to cry, to hug you, to kiss you, to ramble about how thankful he is, all at the same time—but he can’t

• You chuckle at how lost he seems, grinning happily and telling him he can go because he is safe now

• Ace doesn’t leave without giving you a kiss, a deep one

• What seemed to be a short-term thing, ends up leaving your hearts aching for more once you’re away from each other, in the sea. It is risky, it is dangerous, difficult to manage, even, but you’re picking Ace up in a random island to spend the night with you whenever you are able to, with excuses to the marine that you ended up letting him escape because your priorities were others. Sometimes he will just show up randomly with that devilish smirk on his face

• As much as you’re an admiral, your little relationship does reach the Marine’s eyes and ears, and it doesn’t seem to help them in the slightest bit because you’re not only with one of their highest potential enemies; your behavior also encourages other pirates a little too much, as if it gives them some sort of excuse or extra freedom. You’d always been a little rebel considering the Marine and World Government’s rules, so maybe you’ll go a little too far soon—if you haven't already

• Getting rid of Ace wouldn’t mean just getting rid of a big threat—it also would have you under the Marine’s control once for all

• First of all, the Marine can’t get rid of an admiral so powerful like you, so it isn’t a choice to dismiss or execute you, so that leads to Ace. Given the way you are lovesick, getting rid of Ace will teach you a lesson—and a lesson to every other marine and pirate as well—, and your head will be focused on doing your job. You won’t rebel against the only people who know your weaknesses and help you be stronger

• The new census doesn’t need you and Garp to vote; it doesn’t matter what a small biased minority things about such a threat

• You already suspect what's going on when they send you across the ocean, and it gets worse when they start to guide you to a weird island you’ve never seen before

• Held. You’re being held across the ocean because they know you can save Ace if you have the opportunity, because you’re too precious to be wasted for such an insignificant matter. You’ll just be force– I mean, invited to a confidential meeting later to establish that your relationship with Ace will be forgiven and forgotten since they know it won’t happen again and you’re such a great admiral that they can’t risk losing you. You will have to sign a few documents and be under constant watch for a few months after it

• For now, you will just sit in this cold cell knowing your love is being executed

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 1 year

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MERMAY: Twisted Wonderland Marine Biologist!AU Skit

In honor of Mermay, I’m posting a skit from two new Twisted Wonderland AUs I’ve started working on (and I likely will find more ideas to create more AUs over time), and I’m so happy to share some of the stuff I’ve got with you all~ UvU As you can see by the title, the version today is the Marine Biologist!AU~!

So here in this scene, Yuu has started figuring out their new role as caretaker for a motley group of mermaids that arrived at the facility after their avian guardian (aka Rook) arrived to keep them all together and safe from humans trying to hurt them. Let’s see how their first official week goes~ >v>

Oh, and I forgot to mention this in the poll, but in both AU’s, the mermaids cannot speak human languages and speak in clicks, chirps, trills, and whistles (or squawks in Rook’s case). Each character’s form is based on their nickname given to them by Floyd in game just for clarification! (Crowley in these AU is a manta ray because it has wings, and because we don’t know what Floyd would call him, so I want him to be a manta ray!).

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A week had passed since the new feeding routine started, the seagull-like harpy they’d started calling “Roo” taking each bucket and passing them to each enclosure while Yuu stood near the cart. While somewhat boring with nothing to do but watch, Yuu reminded themselves that this was the closest anyone had been able to get since the mermaid’s avian guardian appeared. It was also fascinating to watch how, for the most part, he seemed to have a good rapport with the majority of the tanks. They couldn’t help but notice how annoyed Leo seemed whenever Roo got near him though—even when the harpy seemed undeterred and still smiled so cheerfully.

What sort of relationship did those two have in the first place?

‘So many questions…I wish we could communicate with one another,’ Yuu thought, moving to put another bucket on the red ‘x’ when they saw him taking off towards them again. This was the last one and they would be done for the morning feeding.

When Roo landed and swapped the empty bucket with the full one, he stopped to look at the cart with the other upturned buckets. For just the briefest moment, Roo looked…disheartened? Before they could figure out what it could mean, he had already taken flight towards the final tank: the Pom Tank.

‘Wait…are they…getting enough to eat?’ Yuu wondered.

As he landed, they paid close attention as Roo began sorting through the fish, gently passing them to Violet and Guppy when they appeared at the surface. Eventually he took at least three fish for himself before returning the bucket, a calm yet still somewhat weary smile on his human-like face. If he was only taking so little while giving everyone else the rest…

“Pardon?”

“Sir, I really think we should add at least seven more buckets of fish,” Yuu told Mr. Tanner. “I don’t think any of them are getting enough food, and the whole time I was watching them, Roo only took three fish for himself. He looked…disappointed when he was looking at the empty buckets.”

“Wait, who’s Roo?”

“The harpy creature. It…got a little awkward trying to communicate with him or calling him ‘harpy-man’, and he seemed to respond to the name Roo, so…I’ve started calling him Roo...for lack of a better name, anyway.”

“Oh…I see.” The director hummed as he mulled over Yuu’s words. What he was thinking they couldn’t say for sure, and for a moment they worried he might turn down the suggestion…until he nodded. “Okay. I’ll make arrangements with the supply team and have them prepare another cart of fish for tonight’s feeding. You are to report what you observe, and if it seems like they may still need more, we will add more until we find what amount works.”

“T-thank you, sir!”

“No, thank you.” Mr. Tanner’s expression was soft as he smiled at them, reminding Yuu of a grandfather as he said, “We honestly cannot afford to lose these creatures due to our own negligence. No one should ever have to go hungry, whether they’re human, animal, mermaid…or a giant screeching harpy man!”

At that Yuu couldn’t help but laugh, Mr. Tanner’s jovial chuckle joining in. Hopefully their idea will work, and this will put them in good standing with Roo…

“Roo! Feeding time!”

Yuu’s voice echoed in the mostly silent warehouse, mixing with the low thrum of the filters keeping the waters clean and oxygen rich. A flurry of feathers announced Roo’s descent before he landed, talons clicking against the metal floor as he approached the offered bucket as usual. One by one they continued the same routine, Yuu waiting impatiently for him to finish so they could bring out the nest cart.

When he brought back the last bucket—once more carrying three fish and disappointed look in his eyes—he was about to take off before Yuu called out his name. “Wait,” Yuu said, holding their hands up and making a motion they’d used once before. Pointing to where he was standing, they said, “Stay, Roo. Wait.”

Roo’s head tilted as he watched them, yet he stayed put with an expectant stare. Yuu put the last bucket on the cart and wheeled it away, glancing over their shoulder to make sure he stayed there. Their heart hammered in anxious excitement as they reached around the entrance to where the second cart was waiting, seeing Roo tense as they once more repeated the request…before pulling the load around the corner.

The moment he saw the fresh buckets full of fish, Roo’s emerald eyes grew so wide in clear shock and disbelief. It wasn’t until they approached with one in hand that he began crooning and squawking, nearly losing his grip on the three fish he’d had in his arms before dumping them into the fresh bucket. “There you go, Roo,” Yuu said, unable to hold back the biggest smile at the joy he was showing. “I’m sorry we haven’t been feeding you and your friends enough. We didn’t know you needed more than we were giving you. If it’s still not enough, I can talk to the director and get some more buckets…okay?”

The joyful harpy soon calmed down, though his smile never went away as he tilted his head, regarding them with a thoughtful expression. Then, he picked up the bucket—

And promptly deposited it in Yuu’s arms.

“Wha-?!” they uttered, barely managing to get a proper hold on the bucket in question. “Wait, what-?”

Before they could voice any protest, Rook had already picked up another bucket and was holding it in one hand. With his free arm, he gestured towards the tanks and gave Yuu a calm, expectant look.

“…are you…allowing me to help?” Yuu asked, pointing at themselves. To their shock, he nodded, one of his wings reaching out to nudge them forward as he guided them towards the Hearts Tank. It wasn’t until they’d started climbing up the stairs that he took off, fluttering over to one of the other tanks and landing on the platform. To their shock and amazement, several of the mermaids had approached the surface, watching them carefully as they set the bucket down and began tossing some fish into the water.

It wasn’t until Roo called out to them that they slowly began to eat the offered food, giving Yuu a good look at them. The crab-like mermaid had a heart-shaped mark on one eye, while the blue mackerel one had a spade over the opposite eye. The orange mermaid had a diamond on one cheek, and when the golden-eyed turtle appeared they saw a clover marking on the opposite cheek. Card deck markings…? That wasn’t something that the other researchers had been able to note before.

Finally, the red, black, and white mermaid appeared, slate gray eyes observing them with such an intensity that they felt…intimidated. Like they were staring in the face of royalty. Not a king per say, but…a queen maybe?

“Wow…you’re all so…gorgeous,” Yuu couldn’t help but utter in amazement, elated at the fact that they were able to even get this close to them now. Then—realizing that they would have to report this event—they hummed in thought. They were going to have to figure out names for these five just like they had for Roo. So maybe…

“I think I’ll call you…Red Queen,” Yuu finally said, pointing at the red one. “And you are…Diamond. Clover…” A moment later they smiled, adding, “If I call you Turtle Clover, I can nickname you TC! And…you two are going to be…Spade and Ace—like the Ace of Hearts!”

While the others seemed indifferent or confused by this, the moment they mentioned ‘Ace’ they noticed how the crab mermaid seemed to perk up in surprise. Did he somehow recognize the word?

Curious, they called out, “Ace?” To their surprise, he squeaked and chittered up at them, moving closer with a ‘Yeah? What do you want?’ look on his face. “Does…Ace mean something to you?”

He chirped at them in response, looking annoyed as he crossed his arms over his chest in what was yet another very human-like action.

Just how much actually separated the mermaids from ordinary humans…?

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland marine biologist au #twst marine biologist au #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #epel felmer #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #if you guys figured out that “TC” is also a nickname for “Trey Clover” you get a cookie!

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nobody7102 · 2 years

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The Killjoy: Chapter 3

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Warnings: anxiety attack, freak out, ejection

A/N: Thank you all for being patient with me, Disclaimer: I do NOT know anything about PTSD, or Ejection or any of that stuff. I wrote this from what I thought could happen but I know nothing about the Navy or being a pilot.

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Chapter 2 Chapter 4

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Waiting at the bar, Y/N had taken it upon herself to admire a water mark on the wood of the bar as Maverick ordered- more like flirting with Penny as he waited.

Leaning on her forearm she closed her eyes for a moment before she felt a hand on her shoulder. Snapping her eyes open, she was met with a familiar pair of warm blue irises.

“You okay?” Bob knitted his brows as Y/N nodded “are you sure? Because I know they can be a lot sometimes…” he leaned against the bar next to Y/N.

Nodding once more, a soft smile came to her face “I promise” looking over to the group, Y/N watched as the group eyed her and Bob “I just… haven’t been asked about transferring since… well since the transfer” she admitted.

“So the Marines have been treating you well?” Bob watched as she nodded once more “...And have you been doing okay… since everything”

A chuckle left Y/N’s lips as she sipped on the beer that had been placed in front of her. Setting the beer down she hummed “I umm… I’ve been as okay as I can be, monthly therapy to check in… Haven’t…. Haven’t freaked out since the last time we flew… I think becoming a solo pilot helped too…” she stared down at the wood of the bar “what about you?”

Sucking in a breath of air, Bob slowly nodded “The same… I do therapy probably every other month… but I’ve been pretty good” he hummed before slowly starting again “...did you ever try to fly with another WSO?”

Shaking her head, Y/N passed over a cup of water that had been placed down to Bob “No… I didn’t wanna have to umm, worry”

Nodding in understanding as he took the water, Bob wiped off some of the condensation before he spoke “I went through two pilots before Phoenix… lasted with one for two years… the other five months before Phoenix”

“I’m glad, Phoenix is a good pilot” Y/N smiled.

“So Killjoy, how long did you and Baby on Board fly together?” Jake’s voice floated through the air before he appeared on Y/N’s other side, leaning against the bar, matching Bob’s stance.

Eyeing between Bob and Jake, Y/N bit the inside of her cheek thinking it over “Well there was the ten weeks of basic, then the four years at the naval academy so we flew for like… what four and a half years”

Bob nodded “Sounds about right”

Raising his eyebrow, Jake rested his weight on both of his forearms against the bar “Four and a half years, so then did sweet old Bobby here ever get the chance to tell you that you are in fact, mighty pretty?”

Bob bit the inside of his cheek slightly “I wouldn’t go down that road Hangman” Bob warned.

Jake just raised his brow to the WSO with his signature Seresin smirk “And why not?”

“Because there seems to be a little too much cock, in your cockpit lieutenant” Y/N chuckled “Trust me big boy” Y/N patted his shoulder before she and Bob grabbed the beers that had been set down on the bar “This is one long mission that you can’t handle” Y/N smirked before she and Bob walked back over to the pool tables.

Killjoy and Bob passed out the beers to everyone before Coyote caught her attention seeing Jake walk back over to the group “Seresin didn’t give you too much trouble did he, Captain?” to which Jake threw a glance at Javy before shaking his head with a laugh

“It’s all just a bit of fun and games”

Rolling her eye’s Y/N sipped her beer before she spoke “Please, whats being a pilot without having a little trouble, besides” she moved to occupy a spot at one of the high top tables “Its no more trouble than I get from my other squadron members”

Handing off her pool cue to Maverick, Natasha took the spot opposite “You wanna swap stories” she smiled.

Shaking her head with a smile Y/N set her beer on the table “You try being in a squadron like Screaming Eagles with a callsign like ‘Killjoy’ Everyone wants to know where it came from and show them how I got it because in their words” she cleared her throat “‘A call sign that badass had to come from something’ only to learn it’s because I sing and hum like a goddamn jukebox” she laughed “How’d you get your’s”

Natasha hummed “Landed my jet on the runway while my ass was on fire”

Y/N gasped “See that’s the kind of cool shit people expect when they hear ‘Killjoy’!” She turned to the other aviators, half who were listening to their talk and the others who were focused on the pool game in front of them. “How many of you have a cool fucken story to go with your call sign?” Out of all ten aviators who were a part of their group about six said they had good stories. “Damn… well at least I’m not the only one here” she smiled, sending a nod to the four other aviators who didn’t have ‘badass’ stories to go with their call signs.

As the night went on, darts and pool were played and stories told. Setting down the bottle of water she had just emptied. Y/N stood from her spot, stretching her legs for a few moments before she pulled her keyes from the pocket of her jacket. “Well, I hate to be a grandma but I should get going.” Groans were heard from the group as Y/N waved them off “I never said the rest of you had to leave,” she joked before going up to the bar to close her tab.

As she waited for Penny to make her way round to her. The familiar scent of bergamot and vanilla overtook Y/N’s scenes before she turned to see Bob, with his arm outstretched and ready to tap Y/N on the shoulder “oh” Bob paused a slight flush coming over his cheeks at the sudden movement. “I was just umm, gonna ask if I could walk you to your car?”

Nodding as a similar flush took over her own features, Bob rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for Y/N to close out her tab.

Once paid out, Y/N led Bob out to the parking lot and over to her car. Letting out a whistle, Bob rested a hand on the side door “I can’t believe you actually fixed it up after you crashed it”

“Hey!” Y/N pointed to him “I did not crash it, I still maintain the fact that your dog was in the middle of the road on purpose” unlocking the car, Y/N motioned for Bob to help her put the hard cover back onto the car. “God some impression that probably gave your parents” she laughed to herself as Bob made his way to the passenger side “Hi Mr and Mrs Floyd, I’m the one who’s incharge of keeping your son safe when we’re thousands of feet in the air by the way I had to swerve to miss your dog and ended up wrecking my car and your fence and gave Bob a shinner because when we crashed he knocked into the mirror”

The two laughed as they adjusted the hard top. “My dad was definitely not happy about the fence. I'll tell you what.” Bob hummed “But I think Ma was just happy that you didn’t hit Tanner, she’s had that dog since my brother was born”

Stepping back to admire the car, Bob’s eyes flickered from the car to Y/N before he swallowed what little saliva was left in his already dry mouth “They still ask about you ya know” he rocked back and forth on his heels once more “Ma likes to ask if I talk to you any… Dad always tells me to let you know that the fence is doing mighty fine” he laughed to himself.

A soft smile took Y/N as she watched Bob walk over to her side of the car. “Well you can tell Sherry thank you for asking about me, and you can tell Rob that I might just have to come back sometime soon to visit that fence” she joked before there was a pause, nothing came from the two as they stood surrounded by the sounds of passing cars “I didn’t-” Y/N started before she sighed “I don’t really know how to say this Bobby… but I’m glad I was asked to take this mission, and to see you here” she smiled.

He nodded “me too” he shoved his hands into his pockets “Well… I suppose I should let you get going”

Y/N nodded and thanked Bobby once again for his help with the hard top before she piled into the fiat and took off for her housing. As Bob made his way back into the Hard Deck.

“Bobby boy” Jake called out as Bob walked back over to the pool tables “What was that” he motioned to the door “What is going on between the two of you and please don’t say nothing because we all just watched how you to are with each other and that was not nothing”

Shaking his head, Bob looked to Natasha as he pointed to Jake “Are you gonna let him talk to me like this Phoenix?”

Shrugging, Natasha smirked “We’re all curious Bob” she sipped her beer “The only difference is I’m not gonna constantly pressure you to talk about it”

“Oh come on” Javy griped “We are not that bad”

“Umm, yes we are,” Rooster hummed. “Remember when I was with Heather, or when Fritz was seeing McCormick?”

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As the days continued, and training happened everyone on the team began to run the mapped course with ease, just working to avoid getting shot down by Maverick and trying to take him down in return. No time constraint, just defensive maneuvers and dog fight tactics.

The team was a week and a half out from the mission when Maverick called for a change in the formation to try while he enlisted the help of Cyclone and Warlock and had the team run the course as if they were under attack.

“Today we’re switching out Match Four and Match Six” he watched as Bob and Phoenix glanced at Coyote and Fritz with wide eyes before he set the teams to gear up and get in the air.

“Alright team” Killjoy sighed in her coms as soon as everyone was in the air “Assume formation” as the jets moved, everyone took a breath in unison “Match One ready” she called out.

“Match Two ready” Bradley hummed.

Everyone went down the line till Phoenix called “Match Six ready”

“Remember everyone: Maverick, Cyclone, and Warlock could be anywhere so keep an eye out” relaxing back into her seat, Killjoy kept glancing over her shoulder to her team.

“So” Fritz started, “Who wants to hit the Hard Deck after training today? Because if I remember correctly, Rooster you still owe Coyote and I a round” A scoff was heard “I said I wanted a rematch in darts”

“As much as I would love to hear about Rooster buying drinks” Bob started “Could we maybe focus on seeing if anyone can spot Mav and the Admirals?”

As focus shifted to training, the group had made it almost halfway through the plotted course before Maverick and the Admirals made their appearance. The coms were flooded with evasion, callouts on avoiding missile locks and dodging dog fights.

Till eventually Warlock called out “Rooster, Hangman. You’re out, head back to base.”

“Damnit Bradshaw!” Jake huffed,

“Don’t patronize me Seresin” Bradley shot back.

Groans filled the air as the two aviators continued their back and forth banter “Well you can turn and burn for all I care Bradshaw” Jake muttered into the coms before he took off for the base, unknown to them. They flew across Phoenix’s flight path.

Phoenix and Bob braced themselves against the turbulence when suddenly alarms went off left and right. “Fuck fuck fuck” “Shit! Holy fucking shit!” fell from their mouths as they frantically tried to regain control of the jet.

“Bob?! Phoenix?!” A rush of their names filled the air as they continued to fumble with the controls.

“Yeah yeah we’re on it!” Phoenix yelled through the coms as she and Bob continued trying to get the controls back up as they tried to keep their jet in the air.

“Everyone back to base now!” Cyclone ordered “Trace, Floyd as your commanding officer punch out now! That is an order!”

Immediately following order’s Natasha and Bob ejected and the others started to head back to base, but it wasn’t until Maverick noticed how Killjoy stayed her course.

“Killjoy” Pete called out, to no response. “Captain!” steering off his course to base, he flew right up next to Killjoy. Looking over at her canopy he noticed how she stared straight ahead, nothing but shallow breathing coming from her coms. “Y/N” he said softly “Y/N we need to fly back to base” he waited to see her turn her head towards him “Just stay on my wing okay Y/N”

By the time they had gotten back to base. Y/N landed her jet, followed by Pete. Who after landing rushed over to Y/N’s jet, pulling her ladder down he opened her canopy and took off her helmet. “Killjoy, are you with me?” he watched as Y/N blinked a few times, letting out a shaky breath. “The recovery team just landed with Bob and Phoenix. Do you wanna go see them?” Nodding, Pete helped her climb out of the jet before he led her into the infirmary with the rest of the team. “Killjoy maybe we should just have them check you out, just to be sa-” “No” she said firmly “I need-” she took a deep breath “I just-” she ran her hand over her face just as the door opened, Phoenix and Bob stepped out of the infirmary. Neither with a hair out of place.

They’re eyes looked over the team before Bob’s eyes landed on Y/N, immediately going over to her. Y/N’s eye’s moved to rack over Bob’s form, pushing past Pete, her hands planted themselves on Bob’s shoulders as the look in her eyes turned frantic.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bob took her hands in his. “I’m okay. I’m right here” he placed her hands on the side of his face, her eyes searched over his face for even a bruise “We’re okay”

As his words washed over her, she closed her eyes and pulled her hands from his face. She quickly moved to exit the infirmary as tears slipped down her cheeks. She uttered not a word as she left.

Watching after her for a few moments, all eyes shifted to Bob, whose face paled before he took off after her. Leaving everyone to follow.

Bob rushed to get her to stop, stepping out in front of her. The two whispered in a conversation the others couldn't hear, watching as Y/N just shook her head as more tears rolled down her cheeks, and soon rolled down Bob’s as well.

“Look, whatever this is” Jake started, he watched as Bob frantically shook his head “It clearly started because of the jet stream I cau-”

“Yeah. Your jet stream” Y/N turned to look at Jake “The Jet stream caused because you were too focused on bickering” She pointed to him with tears still rolling down her cheeks “If you’re gonna turn and burn on your own team you might as well just take us all out now before we’re left dead in the water-”

“Alright!” Maverick yelled, stepping between the two “We’re all done for the day!”

Turning on her heel, Y/N walked off shaking off Bob’s hand that reached out to stop her.

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a siren on the water, pulling you in

pairing: mjf & cm punk (gen but with canon typical obsessiveness) rating: T words: ~1100 prompt: @wrestleprompts week 3: a proposal on the beach

He’s single in San Francisco, but for all the nightlife the city has to offer, he doesn’t take advantage of any of it. Doesn’t go out, doesn’t have a big celebration, just stays in his hotel room icing his face, popping painkillers for his knee, unable to sleep because his mind’s still racing.

Until it gets to about four in the morning, when the buzzing in his head reaches a fever pitch and the urge to fucking go somewhere hits.

He doesn’t know how he ends up on a beach, his sneakers crunching against the pebbles. It smells like a port, in a way that makes him feel a little at home despite being on the opposite side of the country. There are lights flickering on the other side of the bay, and the waves lap gently against the shore, a quiet swash that he tries to focus on until it’s the only thing in his mind, washing everything else away. Calming, just by virtue of giving him nothing else to think about.

The footsteps coming closer on the stones don’t register until they come to a stop right next to him. Until there’s a shadow in his peripheral vision, and in the half-light of pre-dawn, he can just about make out heavily tattooed arms.

He’s too physically tired for this fight right now.

“Little cold to be out in short sleeves,” he says. The figure folds his arms across his chest, and Max shivers involuntarily in his tracksuit because it’s cold out here, on the waterfront, in fucking March. “But then, you spent, what, the whole week in ice baths, right?”

“I’d feign surprise that you’ve been keeping tabs on me, but… well, I saw your scrum performance. Nice look with the towel, by the way. They don't have muffins up here?” Punk says lightly.

Max scoffs, shoving his hands into the sleeves of his tracksuit. It’s not even that cold, Long Island gets worse, but he feels it more today. “You don’t get to this level of peak physical conditioning eating that sugary carb-heavy bullshit.”

Punk looks at him. He can’t see it, but he can feel it, feel his eyes on him.

Punk doesn’t say anything, but with his presence, it’s impossible to focus on the sound of the waves any more. The buzzing in his head returns, which means he needs a new sound to drown it out, and luckily, he has a lot of experience doing that with his voice.

“How’d you find me, anyway? You stalking me, now? That what you’re doing with all that fucking free time?”

What he means is, “Why are you here?”

What he means is, “How did you get up here so quickly?”

“The aura of desperation was just too potent to keep me away, I guess,” Punk says, kneeling to a crouch and picking up one of the larger pebbles surrounding him. It’s flat and angled well, and when Punk throws it with the intent to skim it, it hits the water and sinks like… well, like a stone, and Max can’t help his laugh.

“I could skim a rock better than that,” he cackles. “Then again, I’ve just proved I can do pretty much anything better, huh? Better sixty minute iron man match, better job at tearing off the Dragon’s wings, better championship reign full stop.”

The urge to keep him talking is as strong as ever. Keep him here. Keep him in sight, so he can’t fucking—crawl back to that pool he’s been marinating in.

“All doing your most elaborate impersonation attempt of me, yet. Should I start warning my neighbours in case you rock up at my house with a couple full sleeves of ink?” Punk grabs another rock, and this time, it flits across the surface three times before finally falling beneath. “You gonna start bleaching your hair, swear off the wine for good?”

Max pulls a face at the thought. He doesn’t even drink that much, but the thought of going fully straight-edge, the thought of wrecking his hair with dye, of being as sanctimonious as this asshole—

“You’re acting like nobody’s ever paid homage to someone who’s not around no more.”

He feels the weight of Punk’s gaze on him again. The sky’s getting lighter, fractionally, and he can see in enough definition that the skin on Punk’s arms is prickling with the chill.

“Am I? Not around any more?”

Max finally turns his head to look at him properly. Punk doesn’t look disappointed, or angry, or amused, just… like he’d asked an honest question. Like he’d asked for the time.

“Are you?” Max asks, answering his question with one of his own.

Punk smiles and ducks his head. Max looks away, stomach flipping. Watches a boat make its slow way across the bay, until the waves it leaves in its wake reach the shoreline.

“Guess not,” Punk says, after a long while. Long enough that Max has almost forgotten what his question was.

It’s the longest time he’s spent with Punk in any kind of quiet. Neither of them putting hands on the other. It feels wrong, and he’s still too exhausted to fight him properly, but maybe he can break this unsettling quiet, bring things a little closer to normality.

“You know, I wouldn’t have to, if you just—”

He cuts himself off because whatever he meant to say, it wasn’t that.

“If I just…?” Punk parrots.

Max shifts on his feet, stones crunching underneath, giving away his sudden nerves.

“Come on, Max,” Punk says, needling him the way he’s so good at. “What are you proposing?”

God, he sounds like he actually wants to fucking hear it.

He turns his head to glance at Punk for a moment. It’s getting lighter, now, the sky turning a deep, beautiful blue, which means he sees every facet of the expression on Punk’s face.

Contentment. Like he’s comfortable here. At peace. With Max.

He bites the bullet. Takes a deep breath.

“Come back,” he says, heart pounding in his throat, and he can only be thankful he doesn’t stumble over his words. “And then maybe I won’t have to play your part any more.”

And Punk’s only answer is another secretive little smile. Max looks at him a moment longer before turning back to the bay, gazing out across the water as the sky goes from blue, to pink, to orange, to gold.

Punk continues to stand there, looking out over the water when Max turns and leaves, when the ache in his knee starts to return.

He wonders if Punk will still chase after him, this time around.

#gd writes #cmjf #ish #wrestleprompts

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seal-writes-stuff · 2 years

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Hi Seal!! When you’re feeling up for it, may I request some headcanons about the reader surprising Dani for her birthday since it’s that time of year? :) Thank you much!!

Celebrating Dani’s birthday would include…

Word count: 1k

Warnings: one kinda NSFWish allusion? Otherwise pure fluff galore

Summary: All in the title!

A/N: Oooh, I like the way you think! Also please ignore that I’ve let this ask marinate for the whole summer lol, I'm very thankful for your request. Hope you enjoy nevertheless!

To start off, when it comes to your birthday, Dani goes all out. Even if she doesn’t have much time during the day or even when the money is tight, she manages to figure something out, get something special ready just for you. She’s the most caring, thoughtful partner you’ve ever had – and you’ll always be grateful for her.

So naturally, you want to return the favor when it’s her turn. You start preparing a few weeks in advance; this is the first time you’re celebrating Dani’s birthday together as a couple, so you want to make it extra special. And although this certainly won’t be the last time, you want to make it perfect nevertheless. Not because you have to, simply because you want to. Simply because nothing would make you happier than seeing her happy.

To your surprise, Dani reminds you that her birthday is coming a few days beforehand, which just confuses you at first. Of course you remember! Who wouldn't remember something like that? Are you supposed to forget about your beloved girlfriend’s birthday? Absolutely not.

You tell her exactly that and it actually makes her tear up a little. You don’t want to press Dani any further, but you think you might just know where that’s coming from.

On a completely unrelated note, you've never felt the urge to scream into your pillow and punch things quite this strong. Goddamn it.

You play it as cool as you can with Dani trying to convince you that it’s not a big deal. She doesn’t need a celebration, she tells you, not really. Thing is, it’s not about whether she does or doesn’t need it – she deserves it. Doesn’t matter if it’s the biggest party ever or just relaxing at home all day. All you want is to make Dani feel wonderful, special and appreciated – because she is.

Speaking of big parties, this option goes out of the window pretty much immediately. You know Dani feels overwhelmed with grand gestures and even more overwhelmed in huge crowds, so you don’t want to make her uncomfortable. It’s her day after all.

There’s no birthday without a cake though, so you get onto that fairly quickly. You’ve thought about getting her a store-bought cake at first, but with Dani always taking the time out of her day to cook something for you… You just want to do the same for her. So through trial and error (and a lot of YouTube tutorials) you finally figure out the perfect formula. You remind yourself to thank Terri later - she's agreed to distract her sister for you so many times that it might qualify as a full-time job at this point.

On Dani's actual birthday, you wake up a few hours before her – which is a task in and of itself, considering how much of an early riser she is. You manage to finish all the preparations just in time to greet Dani with a breakfast tray and a sweet kiss. The cake is just a cherry on top.

You try to hold off on giving her the presents before the evening comes around, but end up doing it anyway. Several psychology books Dani’s been eyeing for a while, a soft sweater that would fit her perfectly and a bottle of her favorite perfume that’s been out of stock recently. Admittedly, some of those things were harder to find than the others, but at no point did it feel like a burden. Of course you’d get all of this stuff for her. You’d do anything for her.

Besides, the look of happiness and adoration on Dani’s face is one hundred percent worth it. You’d do it all over again just to see it more often.

At some point you catch a glimpse of your reflection in a bedroom mirror and realize that you have a smudge of frosting across your jaw. Well… Let’s just say it’s not staying there much longer. You have a seriously hard time convincing yourself to get out of bed after that.

You take her to the small café later, the one where you used to hang out back at the beginning of your relationship. You remember spending hours upon hours there: brainstorming homework, complaining about the small inconveniences of life or simply enjoying each others’ presence in comfortable silence. It’s where you fell deeper and deeper in love with Dani – just as you still do every day.

You also remember her order in perfect detail, even after all that time. Dani thinks it’s the most romantic thing ever. After all, what could be more romantic than knowing each other deeply?

During your date Dani keeps getting calls and texts from her friends and family, all giving her birthday wishes. She’s super apologetic that she keeps getting distracted, but you don’t mind in the slightest. All it means is that she’s happy and she’s loved. Never in a million years would you have anything against it.

You finish the day cuddled up close, watching Dani’s favorite movie – the one you’ve seen so often that every line is now memorized. But even then, she can’t stop herself from rambling with a big smile on her face. Thanking you for everything you did for her. Telling you how much she loves you. How you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her. How you didn’t have to do all of that and how-

You accept it with a laugh, kissing her everywhere you can reach. You joke how you should be the one saying all of that – she’s the birthday girl, after all. Dani doesn’t respond, tracing your features with a smile. She doesn’t need any praise from you, she thinks.

Because at the end of the day, Dani knows that you love her and it's more than enough.

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djinnandtea · 4 months

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The Old Centaur's Almanac Guide to Romance

A human/centaur Solstice romance in three parts

Chapter 2 (Chapter 1)

“You look pretty today!”

Helena gave Marin a pointed stare and said nothing in response.

Marin was unbothered. “Come on, now, a little gentle teasing surely isn’t amiss.”

“Walk me through the numbers, please,” Helena said, slipping out of her jacket and scarf as if no suggestive comments had been made.

“You’re no fun,” Marin said with a pout. Then she went over their updated inventory as Helena settled into her back office.

It was busy enough at the shop that Helena had an easy time not thinking about Alex. Though Marin tried to remind her when she could—talking about how beautiful the almanac art was, reading books about centaurs on her breaks where Helena could see, and at least once leaving a steamy romance with a rugged centaur man embracing a delicate looking human woman on the cover right on Helena’s desk—Helena was steadfast that Alex had been nothing more than a passing fancy, a brief bit of excitement in their otherwise routine days. He didn’t come back to the shop, nor did he call to speak to Helena. If she had hoped to see the centaur again, by the end of the fourth day without finding hide nor hair of him, she’d accepted his flirtations had simply been friendliness.

It was fine that way. Helena had sworn off fae men since her last relationship with an orc three years prior, and that included handsome centaurs as much as anyone else. Besides, her human-designed home was no place for a creature roughly the size of a horse. He wouldn’t even fit at her dining table. It was fine this way, better even. Really.

Helena had stopped thinking about Alex altogether when two weeks after he first appeared, she stepped out of the shop, locked its door, and then turned and ran straight into him.

“Ash be damned,” she swore as she took a quick step back. “Give a girl some room, would you?”

Alex quickly stepped back. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Helena looked up at him, breath catching all over at the sight. He was wearing a dark gray sweater that paired with his coloring beautifully, and he’d tamed his curls into a long side braid that draped over his shoulder and down his chest. He really was good-looking.

“It’s all right,” she said. Then, “Why are you here?”

Perhaps not her smoothest line.

Alex cleared his throat. “I thought I might make that appointment.”

Heat surged to Helena’s face. Pleasure did, too. “Oh. Well, you know I’m very busy. You might need to go through my assistant.”

He smiled and cocked his head. “Do you always like to play hard to get?”

Helena laughed a little. She shifted from one foot to another. “No, you’re just special.”

Alex’s cheeks went pink. “Well, are you terribly busy right now?”

Helena shook her head. “Just heading home.”

“May I walk you? Or do you take a cart?”

“I walk,” she said. “And I’d appreciate the company.”

They set off, at first, in silence.

A block down from the shop, Helena spoke. “I didn’t think I’d see you again. You never came back around.”

“I meant to,” he replied. “But I don’t like crowds, if I’m being honest. I tried to see you once, but the shop was so full, I didn’t think I could step inside.”

Helena took in his words. “It’s not normally so crowded. This is our busiest time of year.”

“Yes, Niko told me. It wears on him, too.”

She had a number of questions about Alex’s relationship with his brother. Did he see Niko often? Why had Niko never said he had a brother? Why had she never seen Alex around the city before? But they all seemed too personal. In her limited time with Alex, Helena was already beginning to suspect he preferred his privacy.

“I’m sure,” she said. “Do you help him often?”

“Not usually. I haven’t lived near the city in years. It’s not my favorite place. But I’ve recently relocated back, which means I can do a little work for Niko when things are hectic for him.”

“Can I ask what brought you back?”

Alex looked down at her. “Centaurs are inherently social creatures. It wasn’t serving me to be on my own. And I suppose I missed my brother.”

Helena felt a pang of empathy, and a twinge of bitterness. She understood how Alex felt; she missed her family, too.”

“I don’t know much about centaurs,” she said to distract herself. “You and Niko are the only two I’ve met.”

Alex smiled. “Well, I’ll tell you we’re a fabulous bunch. We’re all very handsome, and very smart, and our members are well-blessed by Priapus when it comes to size and virility.”

Helena scoffed. “Alex!”

“Have I impressed you yet?”

He was coming on strong, but Helena found she didn’t mind. It had been ages since she’d been flirted with, and Alex had been respectful in his behavior otherwise. And if she were being completely honest, it was a little exciting to be spoken to so brazenly.

She shook her head. “It takes more than a large and virile member to free up my schedule.”

Alex laughed. “Do you prefer a gentler man? A man of books and intellect?”

She looked at him and shrugged. “At the end of the day, I prefer a man who’s kind. Even if he isn’t so blessed by Priapus.”

The conversation cooled from a boil to a simmer as they continued to walk, their discussion shifting from flirtation to something more neutral. Alex asked Helena about her shop, never bringing up her time before she owned it, and she asked Alex about what he did to pass the time now that he’d relocated.

“I flirt with beautiful women,” he said as they approached Helena’s front door.

“Ah,” she said, pulling out her key. “So it’s not just me, then.”

“On the contrary. It’s only you.”

He looked at her, his expression rooting Helena to the spot.

“You’re very direct,” she said, a little breathless.

He didn’t pull his eyes away. “I prefer to speak plainly.”

Helena didn’t know what to say to that. “Well. Thank you for walking me home. That was nice of you.”

He shook his head little. “If I’m being honest, I wasn’t trying to be nice at all.”

Helena’s eyes narrowed. Alex continued.

“That sounded ominous,” he looked briefly away. “I…Ash it all.” He looked back at her. “Tomorrow is the solstice.”

“I know,” she replied.

“Do you have plans?”

Helena swallowed. “No. It’s not a holiday I care about.”

“Will you spend the evening with me then? I’ll make you dinner.”

Helena opened her mouth, but she couldn’t make herself speak. She didn’t usually like to spend the fae holidays with the fae themselves. The days never meant the same thing to both of them.

“I’ve botched this, haven’t I?” He said, frowning.

Helena folded her arms, unsure of what to say, or how to explain where her hesitation came from. “It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you,” she tried. “I just….”

It seemed to click for Alex then. “I’m not asking to celebrate with you—I’m sorry, I should have realized that’s how it would look. I wouldn’t be surprised if you have your own feelings about the solstice. The thing is, I have to leave for a little while the day after tomorrow, so it’s my last opportunity to spend time with you. I’ve wanted to ask you to dinner since the day I dropped off the almanacs, but I couldn’t find the courage, and it all seemed too sudden, as we’d just met. I don’t historically move quickly.” He paused. “Historically, I don’t move at all, to be honest.”

There was much to unpack in his speech, but Helena focused on least charged. “You’ve been flirting with me from the jump.” said Helena.

Alex offered a lopsided smile. “Yes, it’s been a bit confusing for me, too.”

“Does it help clarify anything if I tell you that I’ve enjoyed it?” Her breath held as she watched Alex’s face.

He grinned. “A bit. So, tomorrow. Can we confirm the appointment? Do I still need to go through your assistant?”

Helena smiled at him. “No, this request can go directly through me. Yes, I’ll have dinner with you tomorrow.”

“Oh, good.” Alex laughed, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. His ears twitched and his tail flicked, and he took a quick step back and then forward, as if releasing pent up energy. “Can I pick you up here at 6:00 p.m.?”

“Yes,” agreed Helena. I’ll be ready.”

“Until tomorrow then,” Alex said.

“Until tomorrow.”

He waited until she was safely inside her apartment before he trotted away. Helena watched Alex leave, pleased—though nervous—with the turn of events.

“Oak and Ash help me,” she murmured as she closed and locked the door.

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nightinggail-writes · 2 months

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you have to understand (that the one i killed is me)

Becoming Guardian of the Miraculous has caused nothing but anxiety and stress for Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Between her duties as Guardian, her job as Ladybug, and her civilian life, she's struggling to push through the stress. To Marinette, there's only one solution to her plight; she has to give up one of the three sides of her life.

Tags: angst heavy, depression, un-beta'd, alyanette undertones in future chapters

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Thunder rumbling

Castles crumbling

I am trying to hold on

God knows that I tried

Seeing the bright side

I’m not blind anymore

I’m wide awake

- Wide Awake by Katy Perry -

Marinette numbly stared down at the box in her hands. It had been three weeks since the battle against Miracle Queen. Three weeks since Master Fu transferred the guardianship of the Miraculous over to her, erasing his memories in the process; and her life has been nothing but miserable ever since.

As she stared down at the box that was slowly leading her to her demise, all she could think was how she couldn’t hold this much responsibility. Her eyes, which should have been bright with the joyful naivety of youth, were dim and tired, making her look as if she had been alive for far longer than the fifteen years she’s been on this earth. Dark circles and bags lay beneath those sky-blue eyes, the true evidence of her lack of sleep. She had far too many responsibilities, and they were starting to make an impact on her health, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Marinette recalled the events of earlier today. How Alya, Alix, Juleka, Mylene, and Rose all got akumatised because of her, how in the end she gave them a shitty lie instead of the truth that she can never tell them, how even when Alya stayed behind to talk to her, she still didn’t say anything. Maybe in another universe, she told Alya that she was Ladybug, maybe she even told them all, or she told Chat Noir, as risky as that would be, but in this one, she was still all alone.

“Marinette?” Tikki called out, the kwami’s eyes full of concern for her holder, “You could have told Alya, it wouldn’t–”

“It would put her in danger, Tikki,” Marinette muttered. “I can’t tell anyone, not even Chat Noir. That would just put him in danger too. I’m alone in this, I’ve accepted that and so should you.”

Marinette racked her brain for anything she could do to make this whole situation easier for herself, but every idea she had wouldn’t work. Every idea ended with complete isolation from everyone, abandoning all her friends and eventually her family too, just to continue to fight Hawkmoth for possibly the rest of her life, and never seeing them again. The other options included quitting being Ladybug for good, but that wouldn’t work either. For one, she doesn’t want to give Tikki up, or Chat Noir for that matter, and two she would have to go out and find a replacement and that would take who knows how long, and there's no guarantee that this new Ladybug would even be able to keep up with Chat Noir or handle the Akumas. Every option she thought of was one she didn't enjoy the outcome of.

A plan, she thought. I just need one plan, that’ll ensure I can beat Hawkmoth sooner rather than later, and won’t have to give up my civilian life forever for.

“Marinette, you don’t have to give up your civilian life or give up being Ladybug. You can do both,” Tikki pleaded. “I believe in you, you can handle both.”

And just then, an idea popped into Marinette’s head. It was insane and would probably require a lot of planning and wouldn’t be able to be put into action until her parents would be out of the city for a catering event for a few days. She would have two weeks to prepare for the most insane idea that she’s ever thought of.

“I don’t quite like the look on Marinette’s face right now…” Ziggy whispered to the other Kwami’s, “She has this crazed look in her eyes.”

“I’m not crazy, Ziggy,” Marinette stood up from her chaise, her tired, baggy eyes wild as she gestured to herself, “I’m a genius. I don’t have to give up my civilian life permanently!”

“See, Marinette! I told you that you didn't have to give up your civilian life! You just need to—”

“Fake my own kidnapping! There are no flaws in that!” Marinette enthused. “I’ll just go missing for a few weeks and dedicate that time to hunting down Hawkmoth and my duties as Ladybug won’t be as taxing! It’s genius!”

The Kwami’s looked at each other, and then looked back at Marinette. She had her arms crossed with one hand on her chin, occasionally lifting it to gesture at nothing as she mumbled to herself, pacing back and forth across her room. Her hair was messy from running her fingers through it and her eyes, formerly droopy and tired from stress, were now wide and wild thinking through the details of her plan.

The group of god-like creatures huddled together and nudged Sass forward to say something to their Guardian that may break her away from her plan. “Ah, Marinette, while that idea isss…intriguing, we don’t believe that it’sss the wisessst plan. Where would you go while being Ladybug? What would you do to find Hawkmoth? And if you did happen to find him and recover the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculousss, how would you go about un-kidnapping yourssself?”

Marinette stopped pacing and for a moment the Kwami’s thought that Sass had gotten through to Marinette. Until she opened her mouth, that is.

“Well, I would find an abandoned building to stay in, of course. As for finding Hawkmoth, that’s a plan that would take longer than a few minutes to think of, and figuring out what would happen after I recover the Miraculous is something for future Marinette to figure out.”

“Marinette,” Orikko spoke. “What about your friends? You’re parents? You’ll be leaving them, and they won’t even know what actually happened to you. Doesn’t that make you sad?”

Marinette’s arms went limp, as if hugging herself, her eyes softening and dropping in sadness, eyebrows scrunching, as a frown formed on her face. She looked as if the life had been sucked out of her. “You think I won’t be sad? Of course I’ll be sad. I don’t—I don’t actually want to leave my life behind, but I don’t have a choice. I’ve never had a choice when it comes to the Miraculous. I have to do what’s best for the greater good, and if giving up my life is what it takes, then that’s what I’ll do. No amount of begging is going to convince me to do otherwise. I’m sorry.”

The Kwami’s looked down after hearing Marinette. It hadn’t occurred to them that Marinette had felt this way about the Miraculous, or that she didn’t actually want to leave her friends and family behind and be the Guardian and Ladybug for the time being. The thought of this brought some of the Kwami’s to tears.

“Oh, Marinette,” Mullo cried. “We’re sorry! We didn’t think about how you felt about this. Well, we knew of course because we were there, but we didn’t know that’s exactly how you felt!”

The other Kwami’s shouted their agreement with what Mullo said, and flew over to hug Marinette.

Marinette closed her teary eyes and pet the Kwami’s as they nuzzled close to her, “I love each and every one of you.” she said, “Never think otherwise.”

“We love you too, Marinette!” Daizzi exclaimed.

“Everything will be okay, Marinette.” Wayzz declared, “All will go well.”

“Of course everything's gonna work out. I have all of you to help me.” Marinette replied. But even as the words left her mouth, she was still consumed by the everlasting blanket of loneliness that, in two weeks time, would be all she had.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous au #miraculous fic #marinette centric #mlb fandom #mlb fic #repost #dual posted on ao3 #alyanette #miraculous ladybug fic

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emilykat-artblog18 · 9 months

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The Other Port

{a humanized Tugs AU story inspired by Coraline} Written by Emilykat-artblog18 and @minty-industrialsteamblog

(chapter 1)

.:: The Button Eyed Dolls ::.

I remember a time my two deckhands, Ten Cents and Sunshine, experienced some abnormalities during a job I assigned them. Bigg City Port was busier than ever.

For almost a whole month my employees worked from dawn to dusk with barely any time for themselves.

While many of them were used to the heavy workload, my two younger recruits weren’t so much. After a long day helping to help unload crates of fruit from a tramp steamer they returned to the Star Fleet Headquarters feeling very tired.

Ten Cents trudged slowly into the employee lounge, Sunshine flopped down on the couch with a sigh of relief, “Finally! I thought the day would never end.” Sunshine exclaimed, adjusting himself a bit.

“Get as much rest as you can when you get back to your bunk. Captain Starr said there’ll be more labor inducing work like this tomorrow and even the following weeks.” Ten Cents advised as he opened a bottle of lemonade from the icebox.

“Oh boy, more work…” Sunshine said very uncharacteristically.

“Cheer up Sunshine, if we do as we’re assigned in a timely manner, surely we’ll have some time for ourselves,” Ten Cents reassured, “But speaking of time for ourselves, let’s go to our bunks and recharge our batteries for tomorrow”

“Alright then…” Ten Cents pocketed the bottle cap from his lemonade and the two walked to their bunks.

Not much time had passed once my youngest workers lied down in their bunks when Sunshine decided to speak up.

“Hey, Ten Cents-”

“Yeah Sunshine?”

“I’ve been thinking… Have you ever wished for anything better than this?”

“Better than what?”

“Better than how things have been at Star Tug and Marine recently. We’ve been practically working our butts off. Don’t we deserve a break by now?”

“Sunshine, I know it’s been rough over the past couple of months but having worked for the company for sometime, I’ve gotten used to it. I don’t need to wish for a break, eventually we’ll get some vacation time to burn, although…”

Ten Cents paused, “If I’m being honest, I could do with a break working in the bustling port, a change in scenery would be nice”

“What would be nice, Ten Cents?” Both Ten Cents and Sunshine nearly fell out of their bunks, “Nothing Captain Starr, sir!” I slowly walked up to the two youngsters.

“I greatly apologize if I interrupted you both on anything, but I have one last job for you two today. I need you two to go to our storage room and clean it out. So that there’s more space for new equipment and supplies need to be stored away. Understood?”

“Yes sir”, Ten Cents and Sunshine replied together. I tossed them the keys.

“Anything that isn’t necessary, leave it next to the door but don’t block the hallway. Warrior and Big Mac will take them to the dump. Be sure to return them to me after you're done. Don’t lose them.” I turned and walked to my office,

“We will, Sir.”

Once I was out of earshot, Ten Cents let out a sigh.

“The Jinx strikes again.” Sunshine remarked,

Ten Cents glared, “Do you see a hooter anywhere? And last time I checked, Boomer resigned.”

“Jinxes stick like glue”, Sunshine said ominously.

“Oh shut up you little-” Ten Cents gave Sunshine a punch on his shoulder, “Let’s go the quicker we get this done, the sooner we can get some sleep.”

“Alright, I’m coming”. And with that, the two made their way to the storage room.

The storage room hadn’t been used in a very long time. As soon as Ten Cents unlocked the door and flicked on the lightswitch, the ceiling lights barely lit the room up, but both could see rows upon rows of boxes stacked upon metal racks with cobwebs and dust bunnies coating everything. Sunshine was suddenly hit by a waft of dust causing him to choke.

“There’s just so many of them. How long has it been since this place was organized?”

“Probably way before you and I joined the Star Fleet. I guess nobody bothered to clean up this place.” Ten Cents replied. The two walked deeper into the storage room.

“How were so many boxes crammed into such a small room?” Sunshine commented.

“No idea but let’s get to cleaning.”

“Right!”

Ten Cents and Sunshine worked hard cleaning up the storage room, looking inside each box for anything that was no longer necessary to keep. A couple hours passed as they worked, slowly the rest of my team returned from their jobs.

Warrior and Big Mac would’ve said hello to the duo but they were just too tired and trudged off to the showers. Ten Cents and Sunshine were nearly done cleaning out the junk in the storage room with many boxes now stacked neatly next to the wall before they started to speak to each other again.

“Hey Sunshine, ever thought of what the inside of Top Hat’s mind looks like?”

“Yeah what?”

Ten Cents pointed to a bunch of boxes simply labeled as “garbage”

“Ha, I thought it was that!” laughed Sunshine.

The two started cracking more jokes at the expense of Top Hat to pass the time. If Top Hat was there, he would’ve wrung Ten Cents and Sunshine’s necks. Their laughter was soon cut short as a small metallic thud echoed throughout the room startling them.

“Sunshine… Did you bump something off one of the racks?”

“No; Did you, Ten Cents?”

“No.”

Ten Cents walked towards the direction of where the sound came from. The side of the room was much darker so Ten Cents searched the ground with his flashlight drawn.

“I found it!”

“What is it?!”

Ten Cents returned holding something large wrapped in decaying newspaper. Sunshine was perplexed as Ten Cents proceeded to rip the newspaper off.

“Feels like there’s a-”, Ten Cents dropped the wad of newspaper out of utter shock.

“Feels like there’s a what?” puzzled Sunshine.

Ten Cents didn’t reply and just held out the objects in his hand. Sunshine was in disbelief. What was inside the newspaper wad were a pair of filthy, stuffed dolls with buttons sewn where the eyes would be. Ten Cents quivered, “They look exactly like us…”

Sunshine grabbed the dolls and examined them in admiration.

“The amount of detail put into these is quite impressive. The only question is… who made them?”

Ten Cents shook his head, “beats me”.

Ten Cents then noticed something wrapped around the neck on the doll that resembled him. He snatched the doll out of Sunshine’s hands to get a better look.

“Mine’s got a key on it”

“Any idea on what it’s for?”

“I haven’t the slightest clue, Sunshine. But let’s not focus on that right now. Once we are finished then we can ask the others about them.”

Sunshine sighed, “Oh alright, but can I hold onto them? Until we find out who made them, of course.”

“Yeah sure. Well I think we’re just about finished, let's get cleaned up and get some grub at the cafeteria. All this work has made me hungry”, Ten Cents replied, rubbing his stomach.

“A bite sounds good as well to me”, Sunshine agreed. Ten Cents closed the storage room door, locking it behind him, and the two set off to the cafeteria.

{End of Chapter 1}

Next chapter ->

#this is tugs #bigg city port #The Other Port AU #tugs humanized #my au #coraline au #this is humanized #tugs ten cents #tugs sunshine #Captain Starr #star tugs #finally making these chapters available to everyone #this is the beginning of what’s to come #more chapters coming soon ;)

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aquatik · 2 years

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heatwaves ; inazuman style, arataki itto 𓆝

synopsis from the marine lover -> inazuma’s summer heat paired with a favor you’re doing for your boss, whatever could go wrong?

@lovely-josuke, this one’s for you hehe

phylum echinodermata -> genshin impact - inazuma

characters -> itto x reader, yoimiya and shinobu + the arataki gang appear throughout the story

word count -> 4.1k

content -> two parter; fluff - female reader

water levels -> all safe, no warnings — mentions of medicine

summertime in inazuma is beautiful, they say. by they, you’d be referring to the tourists.

“yeah right,” you mumbled, blinking away the sweat drop threatening to fall into your eye.

summertime in inazuma was beautiful, only when the summer festival was being held. besides that, it was just stupidly hot. you swore your archon must’ve done something to offend the pyro archon of natlan, because it was absurd how much the temperature increased in the summer. this was by far one of the worst heat waves inazuma has gotten this year. the only hope you got out of this was the summer festival coming up in a few weeks. naganohara fireworks are truly a sight to see. it's no surprise why you can quickly agree with tourists that summer is beautiful in inazuma. you never failed to be mesmerized by the beautiful fireworks exploding in the air. speaking of fireworks you haven’t had a chance to—

“heyy y/n! that’s you right?” yoimiya exclaims, running towards you, popping your bubble of thought.

“yoimiya, nice to see you, was just thinking about you,” you smiled at the blonde, the lingering smell of gunpowder circling around her.

“so it is you! it’s great to see you! man, i wish i would’ve seen you sooner. i was testing out a couple fireworks and could’ve used a second opinion,” she said, hitting her fist against her palm.

you smiled at her, this girl’s energy really was contagious. “we’ve always got next time,” you pointed out to your friend.

“that’s right! we’ve gotta do it again sometime soon!” she jumped up. “you’ve been so busy— speaking of which, what brings you here?”

and you suddenly remembered why exactly you didn’t enjoy summer in inazuma.

“nothing special,” your smile slightly dropping. “picking up a shipment for the shop.”

the firework maker’s eyes slowly widened with realization, “wait, and you’ve gotta take it back to ritou? that’s an insane walk! and in this heat?!”

“yeah, you know how popular the stand gets in the summertime,” you sighed.

“b-but, can’t they just deliver it?” yoimiya stammered.

“no, unfortunately not. something occurred with the company and they can’t complete deliveries. but the shop really needs this shipment. miss sirona was going to come but she has to handle paperwork for the association so she asked me to come pick it up.” you sighed once again, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

the blonde smiled sympathetically towards you, “geez, i’m sorry. i would totally go with you and help but i’ve gotta help pops at the shop.”

“nah don’t worry about it, thank you though. i’m gonna get going, the heats only going to get worse if i keep stalling,” you laughed sarcastically.

she softly whined, “alright then…i’ll totally come visit later if not tomorrow!”

“i’m looking forward to it!” you waved her goodbye and started walking towards the store to get the package. now this you weren’t looking for.

finally, you reached the entrance of ritou, after what felt like forever. the walk was unimaginable, the sun’s rays were unforgiving towards you. you put the box down, taking a moment to breathe before the final stretch to your workplace. at least the supply store took some sort of pity on you and gave you a hefty discount for the inconvenience.

you picked up the box once again, “alright, almost there.” you mumbled to yourself.

you walked through the plaza and greeted others as you made your way to your workplace. ISAO was located closer towards the docks. while that did bring in more customers, you sure did wish it was closer inland right about now.

you could finally see ISAO from a distance. you were approaching the stairs to head down, mindlessly looking around and thinking about how nice it would be to be under the shade. you weren’t paying attention and suddenly, a large figure ran into you, sending both you and them onto the ground.

the impact into the ground wasn’t hard by any means, it was more of an instinct to groan in pain. you looked to the side to see small, tan colored beads scattered throughout the ground.

“this cannot be happening, great, just great!” you said irritated. you just dropped the box of supplies.

“hey, watch where you’re going!” a boisterous voice cut through your complaints.

“excuse me?” you exasperated.

“yeah, you heard me. you know i’m the one and oni, the leader of the…” he said, his words trailing off as you glared up at the perpetrator who made you fall.

“i-i mean, ahem! hi there! you, uhhh,” he stammered as he kept looking at you.

“listen here you! do you have any idea what i went through to bring this here— are you even listening?” you scolded as he watched you, mouth agape and eyes widened.

miss sirona was so going to kill you. even if it wasn’t your fault technically speaking, these were important to prepare for the next day.

you and the man stared at each other for a couple of seconds. this gave you a chance to actually observe who he was. he had slicked back white hair with red tips, and red horns adorning the top of his head. there was a cape like fabric adorning his shoulders, clad in purple, red, white and black accents. red tattoos painted on his chest and an intricate belt around his hips.

after giving it a second thought, he was pretty handsome. that little realization quickly washed away once you remembered the situation you were in. before you could continue your rant, the tall man looks at the ground panicked before taking a handful of the tan pellets and stuffing them into his mouth.

“woah are these chocolates? what a lucky day for me!” he said through a mouthful. “these are, ahem, a little funky tasting though, with uh a little bit of a weird texture, but uh, still good! still goooood!” he smiled closed-mouthed, before coughing loudly into his hand.

“yeah they taste like that because—“

“you really gotta thank me!” he said, interrupting you while stuffing his mouth with more of the tan pellets, coughing in the process, “saved you from some stale chocolates!” you swore that you could hear a wheeze in his voice, but that wasn’t your main concern at the moment.

“i’ve been trying to say that—“ you said, getting interrupted once again. however, this time it wasn’t by the man in front of you. the interruption came from a group of 3 guys running towards you two. they were all adorned with the same symbol on top of their heads.

“BOSS! BOSS! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” one shouted.

another followed by saying, “WHO DID THIS TO YOU?”

the final guy was going to shout as well until he stopped in his tracks, looking between you and their ‘boss’ like a deer in headlights. the other two followed suit, looking at each other and back at you two. they began whispering to each other, something along the lines of: ‘isn’t that…?’ ‘did the boss actually…’ ‘what a brave man our boss is!’

“CAN SOMEONE PLEASE LET ME TALK?” you shouted exasperated. the three guys straightened their backs, there was a moment of silence until it was interrupted by more coughing. however this time, there was a definite wheeze in the cough.

“m-miss! how can we help you?” one of the guys spoke up.

“you idiot!” one exclaimed, smacking the other guy, “the boss and the lady are on the ground! boss clearly protected his lady against an attack!’

“you bigger idiot! boss hasn’t—“ the last one spoke.

“ENOUGH!” you shouted, “IT'S WAY TOO HOT FOR THIS!” you got up from the ground, sighing angrily. the summer weather was clearly getting to you, that and the situation you’ve been put in.

“do you guys know who he is?” you said through your teeth. “he made me drop a shipment of soybeans my store needed and for some reason decided to start eating them and calling chocolates. i don’t think you understand how much of a—“

“DID YOU SAY SOYBEANS?” one of them shouted, quickly sounding panicked.

“YES!” you shouted back, you were so done with this whole interaction, with the heat, with everything.

“the boss…” one started, “is allergic TO BEANS!” the other finished.

“what…?” your eyes widened as you heard their outburst. along with the panicked looks on their faces, these two things combined quickly wiped away your fatigue.

“soybeans?” the guy on the ground asked through a hoarse voice, you turned to him to see his face had gotten significantly swollen and red, almost enough to match his tattoos. the wheezing and coughing from earlier wasn't your imagination. before you could react, the guy fell from his sitting position to falling onto his back.

“how allergic are we talking?” you asked, voice slightly filled with panic as you quickly kneeled down to the ground.

“DEATHLY!” they all yell in unison, starting to pace around.

you feel your heart drop at the revelation on how badly the man was allergic to beans. your previous concerns were quickly washed away with the current issue at hand. it was evident how severe of an allergic reaction the man was having. you took his arm and checked the wrist for his pulse.

“it’s there, if we get help fast he’ll be—“ you turned around to speak to the guys, only to see them running away, bumping into each other and stumbling, one of them falling in the process only to quickly get up and continue running.

there was faint screaming along the lines of, “get shinobu, she’ll know what to do!” “why are you coming? stay with the boss!” “we don’t know where shinobu is exactly, three are better than, well, not three!” slowly, their voices disappeared as they ran off.

“what the hell is wrong with these people…” you pondered as you watched them run away, “no, what the hell am i doing? come on ‘boss’, i gotta get you down there,” you spoke to yourself as you slung his arm across your shoulders and began standing up. your destination became ISAO, your workplace, once again.

there wasn’t any hospitals in ritou per say, those were found in the mainland of inazuma. ISAO is definitely not a hospital, but it’s not too far from it. ISAO is a beverage stand, a quite popular one too, enough to rival Sailing Breeze. while ISAO is known for its beverages, the people of ritou consider this to be the closest to a hospital you’ll find on this island.

this is accredited to the medicinal properties found in the drinks. specific drinks made to target symptoms such as headaches, or go as far as treating more complex illnesses. on top of this, the stand sells pharmaceutical supplies, earning ISAO the nickname of ‘ritou’s hospital’. your boss, sirona feir, has medical experience from traveling across teyvat and her expertise is only increased with the help of her hydro vision. while she could be a renowned doctor across the nations, she decided to combine her love of medicine with her dream of opening a drink stand and open ISAO here in ritou.

you made it down the stairs as fast as you could and began running towards the direction of your workplace. you spotted the familiar stand and sighed thankfully, your feet moving faster towards your now visible boss.

“y/n! glad to see you back. you must be exhausted from the trip combined with the heat. once again i’m so sorry, please, come into the shade, i made you a cold drink so hurry—oh archons!” she spoke as she was mixing what you quickly assumed was a new medication, before dropping the container in shock.

“what happened to him?” she asked as she ran from behind the stand towards you, grabbing his other arm and supporting his weight on you.

“long story. but to sum it up, he's having a severe allergic reaction.”

“let’s get him into the shade. we can lay him down afterwards but it’s crucial to stop the reaction now before it gets more complicated,” she spoke, masking her worry with professionalism as you both brought him under the shade.

you sat him down as sirona rummaged through one of the drawers, looking for a medication to administer. she quickly found it and began preparing it to give it to the passed out man.

you were sitting in the backroom of ISAO on a stool next to the man laying down on the bed. miss sirona has a office in a spare storage room you guys use for patients who need to be more closely monitored.

his swelling had significantly gone down, and his breathing was more even now. miss sirona truly did have a gift with medicine, you could only hope you’d be able to help others as much as she does one day.

you looked down at the man once more, now with his face more relaxed, it gave you an opportunity to really look at his features. and you weren’t wrong earlier, he’s handsome.

“hey, y/n, quit ogling at the poor guy so much,” sirona said, leaning against the doorframe.

you turned at the sudden noise in the room, “very funny,” you said, cheeks slightly flushing.

“i’m going to head out for a second. i’m going to file a report to that company to the association, that was a safety hazard and it needs to be handled. can you handle taking care of him?” she asked.

“yeah of course, i got this.” you said as you glanced behind miss sirona, “nothing about the three guys?”

“no, i’m afraid not. i’ll stay the night here if anything.”

“miss sirona please, i’ll stay if anything. this is my fault rather than yours.”

“ooouh~ someone’s trying to make a move i see,” the medical practitioner laughed at your shocked expression.

“like i said, very. funny.” you gritted through your teeth.

“oh lighten up y/n!” she laughed as she walked up to you and gave you the follow up medication you’d have to apply in her absence.

she took one final glance at the man before smiling knowingly. with that, she turned and left the room.

you let out a deep sigh. at least the situation was under control and he’d recover. someone deathly allergic to beans…certainly wasn’t something you had heard of before, but it’s not the weirdest thing you’ve come across. the sun was slightly beginning to set, meaning the cooler night breeze was soon approaching.

it was about time to change the ointments, so you began preparing them. you turned to begin the treatment, expecting to see the man sleeping like you had seen him moments ago. except this time, you were met with red eyes staring at you widely.

you shrieked, almost dropping the bowl. thankfully, you set it next to you, “archons! you scared me, are you alright, do you need something—“

“are you an angel?”

…

“what?”

“you’re an angel aren’t you? granny told me angels are really pretty and well you’re pretty.”

“you must be out of it because of the medication,” you sighed as you grabbed the bowl of medication once more. “let me move this bandage real quick, then you should go back to sleep, you need to rest.”

“nahhh,'' he softly exclaimed, “i don't need no rest!”

you scoffed at his lighthearted attitude. a couple hours ago, it seemed like he was about to kick the bucket and now here he is, laughing about the whole situation, even if he didn’t realize exactly what was going on.

“do you even remember how you ended up here?” you asked, becoming more and more amused as he tried recalling how exactly he ended up here. his face contorted into a pensive expression, “cute,” you smiled.

“i’ve got nothin,” he said, raising his nail to scratch his forehead only to find a bandage in the way.

you moved your hand to meet his on his forehead, grabbing the corner of the bandage. “stay still, i’ve gotta change this one out too,” you said as you peeled it back, he hummed in agreement.

“whatcha doing miss angel?”

“for the last time—“ you sighed before deciding it was better to play along with the man's insisting. “well for starters, you had an allergic reaction.”

“no way, for real?” he exclaimed, his voice slowly getting louder and louder as he talked to you.

you giggled at his expression, “yeah, a pretty bad one at that too. you thought i’d be funny to eat soybeans that had fallen on the ground, going as far to call them chocolates.”

“wow, someone’s gotta be pretty dumb to do that, i wouldn’t wanna be them…” he pondered out loud. you looked at him with a deadpan expression. now was he being serious, or was he just delusional from the medicine? once again, you decided to drop it, not seeing much of a point in correcting him. instead, you found yourself laughing once again.

you hummed, “yeah i agree, it was a pretty dumb move. there were three guys there too, they left as fast as they arrived to look for someone, and then i brought you here.”

“the boys must’ve been pretty worried,” you furrowed your brows and rolled your eyes at the duality of this man, or better put the audacity. “they sure were,” you responded.

he nodded at your words and the room fell silent. you finished changing the bandages and stood up to throw away the old ones.

“you know miss angel, you look a lot like the pretty lady that works in that one stand,” he spoke, breaking the small silence between you two as you walked back towards him.

“pretty lady?” you asked.

“yeah! she’s really really pretty, and kind too! well, i’ve never talked to her, i’ve been meaning too,” he mumbled the last sentence.

“what stand does she work at?” you asked, slightly intrigued.

“it’s this really cool drink stand, i see her pretty often actually, she’s…” he begins rambling on your features, and how he’s seen you help others frequently. a blush began to creep up on your face as you realized he was describing you. you were indeed the pretty lady he was referring to.

“a-and why haven’t you spoken to her?”

“well…i get scared okay! she seems so sweet, i feel like she wouldn’t like me. i don't even know her name, isn't that a little stalkerish?”

“i don’t think so, there’s no harm in wanting to get to know someone. i’m sure she’d love to get to know you, why don’t you introduce yourself?”

he scoffed as he crossed his arms, “no way! it’s gotta be a super epic introduction, it’s the least she deserves! plus you gotta take into account that i’m an oni, what if i scare her off?”

“i can assure you she would not be scared of you,” you smiled.

he raised a brow, “oh yeah? how so?”

it was tempting to just plainly say, ‘i’d know because i am her,’ but you decided against it, settling for another answer. “if she’s as kind as you say she is, why wouldn’t she treat you with the same kindness she shows to everyone else?”

“i guess, i guess you’re right…” he said, realization sinking in. “but still, it’s gotta be an epic introduction slash confession you know? between you and me, i’ve been close to executing one of the amazing plans i got but chickened out each time.”

“oh really—“

“but you’ve gotta promise it's between you and me miss angel! promise!”

“alright, alright,” your smile grew slightly bigger, “i promise.”

“phew, glad i got that off my chest, feels like a big ol’ burden was lifted off my chest,” he chuckled which soon got replaced by a yawn.

“you should get some sleep, the medicine is probably kicking in right now.”

“nahhh, i’ll be fine, sleep is for the…” he started before he began snoring, and loudly at that.

“so much for that, huh,” you smiled as the dim yellow candle light covered the eccentric man in a soft light.

his snoring was soon overshadowed by a small ding sound, followed by a woman’s voice, “excuse me, is anyone here?” you only assumed it was the bell the store had up on the front. you took a final look at the man before heading to the front.

you walked outside to see a young woman with green hair and a mask covering half of her face. her eyes slightly widened at seeing you, but she quickly composed herself.

“hi there, i’m kuki shinobu. i’m sorry to disturb you at this hour but by any chance a man named arataki itto is here?” she asked.

you smiled apologetically, “would you mind describing him? we’ve got a man back here who had an allergic reaction, but never got a name.”

“tall, white hair, wears no shirt, oni, and an allergic reaction? let me guess, to beans?” she asked as she sighed.

“unless there’s a doppelgänger, then yeah, he’s back here alright,” you said as you as opened the stand door, “follow me.”

she thanked you as you led her to the room where the now confirmed oni was peacefully snoring away. “the nerve of the boss,” she sighed as she looked over at you.

“boss? i heard three other guys calling him that earlier.”

“yeah it’s a little bit of story,” she scratched her head, “would you mind telling me what exactly happened?”

“i think we’ve got time for both,” you smiled as you pulled out a chair for her.

over a couple minutes, you learned a bit about the arataki gang and it’s members. the name was pretty misleading after hearing the shenanigans they got into that shinobu had to save them from. at the end of the day, they just were a group of friends having fun and trying to share it with others. you in exchange told her about the events that led up to your meeting with each other, choosing to leave out the small conversation you had with him.

“you know, i had a feeling i recognized you,” shinobu said as she waved her hand over the beverage you made her to cool it down, it had stress relief properties and was packed in a to-go cup, as per her request. “you’re the girl the boss keeps talking about.”

“really…?” you asked as she nodded, choosing to ignore the small blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“you know, he had this whole elaborate plan,” she said as explained the day he declared his mission. his plan sounded like the most idiotic but on brand idea that could ever occur to him. she was the first and only person to disagree with his plan, as the guys all cheered on their boss for being so ‘intelligent’. it seemed like today he was this close to going through with it, but the archons decided today wouldn’t be the day and landed him in this whole predicament. it was pretty funny now looking back on the events from earlier today.

“well, i should be off now, we’ve intruded far too much now. thank you once again.” she said as she began to hoist itto’s arm over her shoulder, the oni slightly murmmering.

“do you need help?” you asked, putting your cup down ready to help her.

“i’ll be fine, this is certainly not the first time ive had to do this, thank you though.”

“stop by again then, i’d love to talk to you more,” you offered.

“i’ll definitely pass by whenever those idiots are off doing something, it’s a nice spot to relax.”

“we’ll be waiting for you here then, on the house,” you smiled as she thanked you and headed outside. you quickly stopped her and grabbed a slip from under the counter and wrote something on it.

you handed her the paper, “give this to him when he comes to, yeah?”

“you’ve got it,” shinobu said as she took the paper in her unoccupied hand and began walking off.

a free beverage voucher was printed on the vinyl paper shinobu carried in one hand, at the bottom in handprint read, ‘for the one and oni, come by soon,’ signed with your initials, with both a heart and a smiley face next to it.

the young lady scoffed at the paper with a small smile not visible due to her mask, “the luck of this idiot.”

you watched shinobu carry itto away and thought about everything that happened today. you would’ve thought the heat would make your memory more foggy to what happened today but it was only the opposite, instead making it crystal clear.

maybe summer isn’t so bad after all.

glass bottle message -> as i said above, this one was written for one of my best friends aka kat aka @lovely-josuke i love you stink get better soon 💕🕊️ i hope you enjoyed it and to all my itto lovers out there! part 2 soon i promise also i swear ill work on jojo hs days

also the fact i had to rewrite the whole thing because google docs didn’t save it 😔💔 regardless i love how this turned out hehe

requests are open, but please check the rules :)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #arataki itto x reader #itto x reader #itto arataki x reader #arataki x reader #arataki itto x you #itto x you #itto fluff #arataki itto #arataki #itto #itto arataki #yoimiya #shinobu #kuki shinobu #arataki gang

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lieutenantwilliamrusso · 2 years

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It Will Come Back 7

Warnings: Stalking, sexual situations/discussions 18+ minors DNI

A/N: A little spice for your evening

Werewolf! Stalker Billy x Female Reader

Billy manages not to call you for two whole days, even though not knowing what you’re doing eats him up inside. What are you having for dinner? Did your friends call? Do you miss him? Did you touch yourself?

He tries to play it cool, even though he’s fucking beating himself over slipping up like that. What the fuck was he thinking? He should’ve known better. His years as a Marine trained him to be able to operate on minimal sleep but the second he gets into bed with you he can’t keep his fucking eyes open.

That’s what he misses the most, sleeping next to you, hearing your breathing, knowing you’re safe.

That’s why he finally breaks, calling you Friday evening, a week and a half before the full moon, to ask you out. The sooner he takes you out, the sooner he gets back in your bed. He doesn’t allow himself to ponder the possibility that you’ll say no.

He dials, and the phone rings for a few achingly long seconds before you answer.

“Billy?” You ask down the line.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“How nice of you call, thought you might’ve gotten over me.” You tease.

He doesn’t laugh, unable to imagine a reality where that happens.

“Not a chance,” He replies. “You busy tomorrow?”

“I’ve got a hot date actually.”

What? He leaves you alone for two-

“Relax, Billy, I can feel you freaking out all the way over here.” You soothe quickly.

Fuck, you had him twisted all the way up. He’s going crazy not being with you.

“Well if you wanna ditch him,” Billy recovers, “I’m taking you out at 7.”

You laugh, a high, sweet melody that instantly soothes his anxiety.

“Sounds good,” You reply. “What’s the dress code for this date?”

“Tight and short.” Billy teases.

“I’ll be wearing sweatpants and a coat, actually.” Is your retort.

“As long as there’s nothing under it.”

“Bye, Billy.” You sigh, clearly unamused.

Billy Russo the werewolf is taking you on a date. Because Billy is a werewolf. You’d called off work after he had left, and spent the day reading everything you could find about werewolves, from sketchy internet forums to academic texts and you were hooked. As the idea became more and more welcome in your mind, you made a mental list of questions you’d make Billy answer, ranging from ridiculous to slightly worrying.

As the werewolf idea settles into your mind you begin to toil with the rest. This man, a stranger, had been living with you, watching you naked, sleeping in your bed. You were shaken, but as you stand in your bedroom choosing what to wear, the idea that someone wants you so much that he’d live as a dog in your apartment registers. It’s exhilarating. Who is that devoted to someone they barely know?

You’re not going to let Billy off the hook easily, though. You might even make him beg when it comes down to it, but you are going to give him a chance. And a list of boundaries. But a chance nonetheless.

You settle on a short green dress made of light fabric. It’s loose around your body but ties at the waist. You’re giving him short and loose. Close enough. When you’re finished with your makeup and hair, you’ve got just enough time to take a shot of vodka for courage before Billy’s knocking on your door.

On your way to the door, you glance at the bouquet Billy had sent over that morning, gorgeous purple and blue flowers with a note attached reading, see you later, sweetheart. You straighten your dress and answer, nervous even though you know you hold the power.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He greets as you pull the door open.

“Hi.”

He’s got a soft smile on his lips, like he belongs there at your door.

“Did you like the flowers?” He asks as you let him in.

“They’re beautiful, thank you.” You answer, grabbing a light jacket for the evening air.

The restaurant is gorgeous, and the outdoor seating area you’re brought to is even better. There’s a canopy of branches interwoven with Wisteria above you, little fairy lights hanging from the foliage. The low light and the secluded corner you’re taken to make the moment feel incredibly intimate. You’re impressed, Billy has good taste for a man.

Billy pulls out your chair for you and as he sits you take a moment to study him. He’s wearing a dark gray suit and white shirt with the first few buttons undone. He looks relaxed and confident as he takes his seat.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He says after your menus have been set down.

“You don’t need to. I already know.” You say, but you’re blushing, giving yourself away.

Billy grins. “Good, but I’m gonna tell you anyways.”

“Good.” You retort, his piercing gaze making you quickly lose control of any witty comebacks.

You avoid his eyes as you flip open your menu, and the realization of just how fancy this place is hits you. There are no prices on the menu, only vague names and descriptions, like the kind of people that eat here already know what everything is and have no problem paying for it.

Billy must see it on your face because he speaks up.

“I’m paying for this. Don’t worry about it.”

You raise a brow, skeptical but not pushing the matter.

“What exactly is it you do for work?” You ask, wondering how he can afford the expensive dinner, and more importantly, the Rolls Royce he drove you here in.

“I own my own private security firm called Anvil.” He answers, and you can see the pride on his face.

“Wow,’ You say. “Must make it easier to stalk women you meet at bars that way. How’d you manage that?”

Billy chuckles, pursing his lips and proceeds to tell you about his time in the Marines, how he’d served with his friends and then came home with them. He, Frank Castle, and Curtis Hoyle had pooled their money to start the project. Five years later here they were, much richer and laden with government and private contracts.

You’re amazed at Billy’s work ethic and his tenacity despite the difficulties. You tell him as much and the grin that spreads across his face is radiant, like your approval means the world to him, and you think maybe it might.

The waiter comes to take your food and drink orders before either of you can say anything else. Billy settles on a steak while you decide to try lamb over rice with rich spices and vegetables. When the waiter leaves, Billy speaks again.

“I’m sure you have other questions,” Billy continues. “Feel free to ask.”

“Ok—” You begin, but he interrupts you. “But, I get to ask some in return.” He finishes.

You sigh, catching the glint in his eye. You’re slowly starting to figure out just how much trouble Billy Russo really is. It’s exciting, like driving with the windows down on an empty road, eking over the speed limit.

“Ok,” you try again. “For starters, how’d you become a werewolf?”

“I was born one.”

“So your parents were, too?

Billy tenses, just slightly, and you can tell you’ve hit a sore spot.

“You don’t have to answer that.” You soothe.

“I will, just not yet.”

You nod as he opens his mouth to speak again. You don’t think he knows anything about your life growing up or your parents, it’s only fair you don’t push him.

“My turn. What’s your favorite color?” He asks, lightening the mood.

A laugh bursts from your chest at his simple question.

“Green. Are Frank and Curtis werewolves?”

“Just Frank but Curtis knows. What’s your favorite drink?”

“A Mojito. Do you turn into a werewolf on the full moon?”

“Uh huh. What color are your panties?”

“Guess.”

“Or you could come over here and show me.” He beams.

“Or you could go fuck yourself.”

“I’d rather fuck you.”

“My panties are pink and you’ll never see them.”

“You sure, sweetness?”

“Positive.” You’re not, and you’re praying his nose isn’t good enough to smell how wet you’re becoming at this line of questioning. “Have you ever stalked someone before?”

“No. You’re the lucky winner.” Billy’s gaze bores into yours, searching for any sign of true discomfort. You meet his gaze confidently.

“I’m swooning.”

“Clearly.” He retorts, mimicking your tone from the other day.

You can’t hold back a smile, amused at his antics.

“Can silver bullets kill you?”

“Oh, you plannin’ my murder now?” Billy taunts, tapping his fingers on the table.

“It’s always good to be prepared.”

“Any bullets can kill me. The legends aren’t true.”

“Hm. Did you get off to watching me in the shower?” You tease.

“Of course. Got off to listening to you rub that vibrator over your pussy, too.”

You face has to be bright red and you take a sip of your water before you speak again.

“You- I- did you get off in my apartment?” You sputter out.

Billy bites the inside of his cheek, eyes downcast in a guilty expression.

“Oh, my God,” You sigh. “You’re fucking insane.”

Billy looks up at you, clearly afraid he’s fucked this all up by answering the way he had. You should be more angry, but you’re only left with another question. You lean back, ready to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Did you…keep the collar on?”

Billy’s guilty expression fades, and is replaced by one of pure lust, molten and intense. Your insides churn, begging you to let him closer, let him have what he wants.

“Yeah, yeah baby I did. Gotta know I’m yours, right?”

Yours.

Billy Russo wants to be yours.

You bite your lip, fighting off whiplash at the way this conversation has derailed.You smile softly, eyes half lidded as you answer lowly.

“Bad dog.”

Billy groans quietly, and you bet that if you peeked under the table he’d be hard as a rock. It’s only fitting, based on the way your panties are rapidly soaking through. You’re once again struck with the power you hold over him as you try to even out your breathing.

Before he can answer, your food is brought out and the tension eases a little. You taste your meal, letting Billy have a bite when you confirm how good it is. You take a sip of your wine, watching Billy as he cuts you a piece of steak to sample. You take a deep breath and mold your lips around his fork when he holds it out, sliding the meat off slowly. Billy’s eyelids flutter, and the tension once again wraps itself around you.

You eat in silence, basking in the charged energy around you, wondering what to do next. You can tell Billy doesn’t want to push your boundaries, but his attraction to you is intoxicating, dazing you better than any glass of wine with dinner could.

“You have anymore questions?” Billy finally asks, allowing you to control the direction of the conversation.

You have tons, but you figure you’ll have time to lay them on him, right now you’re more worried about resisting laying yourself on him after dinner.

“I only have one more tonight, it’s probably the most important one yet.” You say, pausing to let it sink in.

Billy leans forward in anticipation, eager to see what you have to say. You lean in too, conspiratorially, before you ask.

“What are we having for dessert?”

Billy’s grin is dazzling.

You and Billy finish dinner and then dessert is brought out, the two of you deciding to share a slice of chocolate cheese cake. When the plate is set down you reach for a fork, but Billy snatches it away, sliding the plate towards himself.

“Come and get it, sweetness.” He goads.

You narrow your eyes, deciding to give in, just a little, and play the game. You can tease just as well as Billy, and you’re looking forward to seeing his desperation grow.

You say nothing as you get up, looking around to see if anyone can see you before concluding you’re alone in this corner, and you move to sit right on Billy’s lap. He grunts as your thigh brushes his erection, and you suppress a shudder.

“Y/N, baby I— Billy chokes out as he stares at you.

You worry for a second something is wrong, searching his face until he speaks up again.

“I need…”

“What, what do you need, Billy?”

“I need to smell you, please.” He grunts out, and you feel his dick twitch under you.

You hesitate for just a second, wondering if this is some kind of weird werewolf mating ritual before you relent, figuring it can’t hurt. You lean forward, nodding your consent.

Billy gently runs one hand over your hair, tilting your head to gain access to your neck. He presses his nose to your skin and inhales, exhaling on a groan deep within his chest. You squirm, pussy clenching around nothing as he breathes you in. Billy must feel it through the thin fabric of your dress, because his other hand grips your waist in an iron grip, pressing into the sensitive skin of your side. You gasp, reaching a hand to fist his hair. When you slide your hand down to grasp the back of his neck, you can feel his pulse thundering under your fingers. You’re caught up in him, practically floating. All he’s doing is smelling you and you’re on the verge of begging him to fuck you. That thought brings you back to reality. You remember you’re in a public place, and if Billy groans any louder someone is surely going to think you’re having sex at the table. You move your hand back to his hair, tugging slightly.

“Billy,” you gasp. “That’s enough.”

He pulls off a second later with a gasp, pupils blown so wide his eyes are dark pits you can see your reflection in. He squeezes your side again before releasing you, giving you the option to go back to your own chair. You don’t, instead picking up a fork and taking a bit of cheesecake to taste. It’s rich and decadent, just the right amount of sweet. You focus on chewing instead of the way Billy is gazing intently up at you.

“We made a good choice,” You say, but it dawns on you you’re not just talking about the dessert.

You hold out some for Billy, and he nods in agreement, eyes still wide and face a bit flushed.

“We did.” He answers, and you think he knows what you mean.

The rest of dinner is tame, if Billy Russo can be called that. You finish dessert on his lap, feeding him and yourself and afterwards he pays, leaving a generous tip and never letting you see the bill. He’s pure gentleman as he leads you out of the restaurant and back to his Rolls Royce. You think it’s a bit gaudy, all thick leather and clean lines, but you can tell how proud of it he is, and it makes your heart melt a little at how cute he is when he’s happy. He opens your door for you and drives you home after, making innocent conversation on the way. He’s trying hard not to push it, and you start to get the idea that his outburst at the restaurant was a surprise to himself as much as it was to you.

When you arrive at your door after he walks you up to your apartment, he pauses, letting you decide the outcome. You have to give him credit, he’s trying so hard to keep you happy with him. You grab his hand, thanking him for the date before you lean in and kiss his cheek gently. He’s got a dazed look on his face as you part, and it makes your heart constrict, at a loss for how this gorgeous man could be so obsessed with you.

“Good night, Y/N.” Billy says your name slowly, like he’s savoring every syllable on his tongue before he can’t say it to you anymore.

“Night, Billy. Call me tomorrow, yeah?”

“I will.”

Later, half asleep in your bed, you touch yourself gently, drawing out the pleasure like you imagine Billy might. You can still smell a trace of his cologne on your skin, and the memory of his fingers in your hair, lips a hairsbreadth from your neck, pushes you over the edge, a soft cry escaping your lips.

On the other side of town, Billy comes across his sheets panting your name, eyes squeezed shut as the ghost of your scent fills his nose.

#billy russo #my fics #billy russo x reader #monster!billy russo

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bilbobagginshome · 1 year

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A Deadbeat's Journal

Hey readers, This is something small I concocted whilst studying and I thought why not . It's been a while since I wrote and an even longer while since i had fun with it so I hope to improve my skills with this fic

Reader is black and the setting is based in Mombasa, Kenya

A Jotaro Kujo x BlackfemReader fic

February 5th 20XX,

At 7 I was up , dusting the crevices as I had cleaned the previous day, and by 8 I was running down to the beach, enjoying the salty smell of the Indian Ocean coupled with observing people slowly opened their wooden stalls and the beach cleaners attempt at sweeping the sand in the tarmac entrance . I only jogged to see the view to be honest, it’s easily the most beautiful sight to see in the morning.

When I got back, I made breakfast for the both of us .The lazy snob woke up at nine to do absolutely nothing but thank me for breakfast and keeping the area clean. Just to be spiteful, I left him with one less mandazi than the usual 10 . As I begin washing my dishes I hear his baguette-like feet thumping about and I know the big ,not-so-friendly, giant is up and ready to do his gruesome weightlifting regiment today . I made a snide comment the other day on how his calves don’t match his upper body and he decided to up the ante and increased leg day to two consecutive days in a row . He can't even let me have this one thing to bully him over .

Our conversations are short and today’s was no different

“Mornin’ “

“Good Morning Jotaro , I left the mahamri and mbaazi in the microwave so that it doesn’t get cold. Your tea is in the white thermos, the other one stopped being useful so I bought another “

“Thanks”

“Would you like anything for supper , lunch will be yesterday’s leftovers”

“Chapati and Beans “

“OK’

He should have chosen something easier to cook but I guess I turned to his little maid since he so graciously gave me a place to stay after all that happened ,therefore the least I can do is help around the house and be his personal maid and chef. He was never into Swahili and MIddle Eastern fusion cuisine so seeing him enjoy the meals I make proves just how great of a cook I am. Cooking everything from scratch took me five hours and by two I was done.

This is usually how my days go , except on Friday when I clean the apartment and on Saturday when it's laundry day my days are fairly mundane. Jotaro leaves the house at twelve and returns till seven when he sits in the dining area to eat his supper hence the reason why today I was in my best behavior , no rude commentary on anything he is doing.

I decided to pop the question that has been on my mind since last week, When he arrived , i set the table for him as he freshens up and i think he noticed my subtle irregularities because all he did was cock an eyebrow at me when i sat at his left but still played pretenses in spite him knowing that I hate being upfront.

“How’ve you been?”

“Good . How was work?”

“Interesting enough, I finally got the grant I was interested in.”

“That’s exciting . Congratulations , what’s it about ?”

Now not only was he confused, he was straight up baffled at the sudden interest in his work

“Last time I checked , you didn't even think marine biologists were ‘contributing anything to society’ your words verbatim.”

He said with a slight smirk , as though the words at the time brought him great amusement .

“I’ve had an epiphany,''I replied.

“And pray tell does that epiphany have to do with a fixation you have had as of late.”

I hate that he always uses the phrase ‘fixation’ as though I am incapable of having long term interests, like I'm some sort of child.

“First of all , it’s not a fixation , Its a solution to a problem that has been plaguing me ever since I moved in with you’

“Which is ?”

As of this point he’s intrigued , this is the longest conversation I’ve had with him since moving in and I’ve never asked him for anything. I needed to sell this idea well.

“I’m lonely , Can I get a cat?” I pleaded.

“Have you been taking your meds regularly?”

“I have a timer just for it”

“Is your screen time above the recommended time ?“

“I’ve only been using my phone for two hours straight , with minor fluctuations.”

“Do you regularly update your mom on your progress?

“Yes Jotaro , I’ve been doing everything perfectly. I read instead of watching netflix and I exercise regularly . Isn't that enough?”

“y/n what you are asking me is to allow you to have a pet and based on how you are eagerly talking about this, it seems that you already have a cat in mind.”

“Not really, “ I said softly . Jotaro simply scoffed at the comment , rising from his chair to wash his dishes.

“Thank you for the meal, Y/n . Give me a day to think about it .”

And the conversation ended at that. See this is why I’ve been calling him names “Give me a day to think about it” , please, I know him like the back of my hand ,he’s going to say no, and then he’ll give me the same tired remark “We can have this discussion after a few months have gone by” like he’d even willingly want me to bring up the topic.

As the meme goes, “ Tough times never last, only tough people do.”

masterlist next

Mahamri is a doughy deep fried bread that is airy. It can be eaten as a stand alone but ideally is eaten with something stuffed in it like mbaazi which are pigeon peas that are slowly boiled then fried with onions , seasonings and coconut cream . Jotaro is eating 10 cause he’s a big boiiii

#Jotaro x reader Jotaro x black!reader Jotaro x black reader Jotaro kujo x black reader jotaro kujo x black reader

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deadendsave · 1 year

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Delilah Hodges’ Journal (1)

1: Today is my 15th birthday. My mom gave me this journal, she said it’s important to document our lives. A few people at the camp gave me some books, and Quinn gave me a pet rock because I’ve been talking to her nonstop about how much I want a dog. Not the same, but at least rocks can’t get sick. I named him Pebbles and I’m gonna cherish him forever.

2: Ooo Lilahhh I’m snooping through your journal! It’s not like I’m sitting beside you and you gave me permission to write this or anything. I’m glad you love pebbles! I spent a long time sorting through rocks to find him, and he was the best one. We should start taking him on walks so everyone at camp thinks we’re even more annoying than they already do. Happy birthday! I love you so much. - Quinn

3: One of the books I got for my birthday was about aquatic life. The ocean is so cool I wish I was a marine biologist. People from the old times only explored about 10% of the ocean. You’d think they would’ve explored way more than that, but I guess this ocean is pretty big. P.S. whales are my new biggest fear. They’re HUGE.

4: Fact from my book: Tho giant pacific octopus has 3 hearts and 9 brains. It can also change color to blend in with its surroundings because of special pigment cells called chromatophores. Weird.

5: Dad said I’m almost old enough to go out on supply runs, but I need to learn how to hunt first so I can protect myself against the sick. Yeah, right. He’s tried to teach me how to shoot before, I SUCKED. Like that time he lined up cans for me to practice my aim, and I missed every shot. I don’t even like guns. The sound hurts my ears. He’s taking me out to the woods tomorrow to hunt, but I don’t think I have it in me to hurt an animal. The thought of it makes me queasy.

6: Dad took me hunting, we walked around the woods for a while before we found anything. But then we saw a deer in the distance. He handed me his rifle, and i aimed and shot. I missed, and it ran off. I felt so bad for failing, I tried my best and it still wasn’t good enough. I felt even worse for scaring the deer. My dad looked so disappointed. I hate hunting.

7: Nothing I do is EVER good enough for my dad. Sorry I’m not some killing machine survivalist expert like you and mom are. Our camp is secure, I’ve never been in that much real danger. They got to experience the world before the sick, I didn’t. They get to go far away from camp, I’m just stuck here.

8: I love my mom. She’s actually nice to me. I feel comfortable around her. When I’m around my dad I’m always on edge. But it’s upsetting that she never defends me or tells my dad to stop when he’s screaming at me for not being able to do something. She just acts like it’s nothing and tells me he just wants me to do better so I’ll be safe. Yeah, right. He just likes to use me as a way to let all of his anger out.

9: Quinn told me she had to show me something in the woods. She’s always sneaking off. I was kinda scared without an adult, but it wasn’t that far. She told me I need to not be such a wimp and be more adventurous. I’m glad I went because we got to see little baby robins, they had just hatched. Quinn’s been monitoring them for a few weeks waiting to surprise me. On our way back, she tripped over something and cut her knee up really bad. She’s very clumsy.

10: Here’s another fact from my book: Stingrays have a protective layer of mucus that shields them from diseases. If only humans had that. Maybe the world would still be in tact.

11: Took Pebbles on a walk like Quinn suggested. We do a lot of dumb things to keep ourselves entertained. Everyone else is worrying about supplies and food and killing the sick. My mom said she wants me to have a somewhat normal life before I have to start worrying about those things too. I guess considering how shitty the world is, I’ve got it pretty good.

12: The camp’s doctor said Quinn has an infection from the cuts on her knee, and there’s no antibiotics left. The doctor looked worried. Everyone’s been out on runs looking for some medicine for her, no luck so far.

13: Just realized one of the books I got for my birthday was a steamy romance novel. Ew. I don’t think Judy realized that when she gave it to me. Yikes. I have no interest in “finding love” romantically. It’s just not something I really care about. I don’t think I’ve even had a crush on anyone before. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.

14: Quinn’s getting worse. She’s been resting a lot, which is super unusual for her. Usually she’s got so much energy she can’t stay still. It’s upsetting to see her like this. She said her whole body hurts and she keeps feeling like something bad is gonna happen. I’ve never heard her say she was scared of anything until now.

15: My parents took me swimming in the lake today. I guess they could tell I’ve been sad. It wasn’t the same without Quinn. I wish there was something I could do for her. I miss when we were little and we would pretend to be mermaids. She needs to get better soon.

16: Today Quinn was reading me one of my books, but when she talked it just sounded like gibberish. It freaked me out a little. I thought she was just trying to be funny at first. She’s also got a really foggy memory right now. She couldn’t even remember the birds for a minute. Guess it’s the fever. I read to her instead.

17: My mom went on a supply run with some other people from camp. Still, no antibiotics. But they did find some things from the old times. Mom gave me a puzzle. I’m gonna show it to Quinn tomorrow, hopefully she feels well enough to work on it with me. Mom said some some pieces might be missing but we could use our imagination to fill in the gaps.

18: Quinn didn’t feel good today. She’s still getting worse. She fell asleep beside me while we were working on the puzzle so I ended up doing it alone. She was breathing weird. When she woke up she didn’t even talk, just held my hand. It felt clammy. I waited until her parents came back to their tent to head back to mine. I told her I loved her and I’d see her tomorrow. She just slightly smiled. It broke my heart a little.

19: This morning I woke up to go see Quinn, but my mom stopped me before I could leave. She had been crying, I knew something was off. I had a pit in my stomach. She hugged me and told me to sit down. She said Quinn’s body had been ravaged by the infection, and without any medicine to fight it off, she went into septic shock. I didn’t fully understand what that meant, so I tried to leave and go see her. My mom stopped me once again. “Baby she’s gone. She’s not in pain anymore.”

20: I couldn’t process what she just told me. I felt frozen. It was like every bad feeling I could possibly experience hit me all at once. I broke down and my mom held me tight. My body wouldn’t stop shaking. All of these emotions were physically hurting me. I’ve never lost anybody this close to me. Quinn and I were best friends before we could even talk. I don’t know what life is like without her, I don’t wanna know. We were always supposed to be together.

21: Today is the day of her burial, but I don’t know if I have the strength to go. I don’t want my last memory of her to be her lifeless body being put in the dirt. Everything hurts right now. I’ve heard plenty of people talking about losing someone they loved. I knew what grief was, but I never fully understood just how fucking awful it felt. My chest burns. I’m sad and I’m confused and I’m angry. Quinn was a good person. She didn’t deserve this. She deserved to live. We’re only 15, why would something so bad happen to someone as good as her?

22: Everyone else gets to move on and I’m just stuck here, consumed by the grief. I finally worked up the courage to go to Quinn’s tent. I talked to her mom and she let me keep some of her things. I could see the pain in her eyes. I know her parents are hurting just as bad as I am. The guilt I’m feeling is unbearable. It was my fault that Quinn’s died. If she wouldn’t never taken me to see the baby birds she would still be alive. The only person that could make me feel better right now is gone.

23: It’s only been a few days since Quinn’s burial, but people are already asking me if I’m okay. Clearly, I’m not. How could they expect me to be? My best friend is dead and her death was preventable. I miss her so much. The thought of forgetting her face or the sound of her voice terrifies me. I don’t want to forget her, and I don’t want to move on.

24: She’s been gone for 11 days now. I decided to make a memorial for Quinn myself. I went into the woods and dug a shallow hole just deep enough to fit some of the things her mom had given me. I keep talking to her out loud like she can hear me. I don’t care if it makes me look crazy. I sat at her makeshift grave and told her she shouldn’t have been so clumsy. Jokes don’t feel the same anymore though.

25: As I sat on the ground staring at the grave, everything started to feel more real. She’s never coming back. She’s gone. Forever. I cried and i cried and I cried until my body couldn’t make tears anymore. My face felt hot and my head started to hurt. I eventually stood up and decided to go check on the baby birds. They were still there, chirping and flapping their tiny wings, preparing to leave the nest. I felt a bittersweet sense of comfort watching them. It kinda felt like she was there, watching them with me.

#delilah #millhaven journals

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softjakehoon · 3 years

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My Roommate Who Uses an XL Condom pt. 1

pairing: Jay/Reader

includes: slight edging, deep throat, cum in mouth, rough sex, breeding kink, roommate sex

warning: this is a written smut, if you don’t like reading stuff like this, scroll down for your sake please it’s not that complicated, thank you.

also, this was inspired by a manga called "Joushi no Asoko wa XL size" and it's the part about the xl condom thingy, which would be on the second part though. and of course, our y'n being a product reviewer. the rest are based on my imagination.

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You've been searching for a part-time job for a couple of hours now, but most of the jobs available are full-time shifts. You're in your fourth year in college and you're pretty much occupied with all of the school works and activities that's why you resigned from your previous customer service job. You have no choice but to choose a job that will allow you to manage your own time. It's not like you wanted to do this out of boredom. You have to support yourself to afford your tuition fees and daily expenses. Your parents are both senior citizens so you had to work right after you turned 18.

"Product reviewer? No way, this sounds too good to be true."

One-week deadline per product.

Flexible work schedule.

Salary offer $1000 per review.

You didn't hesitate to submit your application. You have to get this job or you won't be able to pay rent. You don't even have anything to eat for this week. You sighed at your current situation. You went to the shower room to clean up before going to bed.

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You woke up around 8 am, starving. You went to the kitchen to find something to eat. You were surprised to see the fridge full of actual food to eat.

"Am I dreaming? How is the fridge full of food when it was empty last night?" You grabbed a tub of marinated beef and began cooking.

"Fuck, when was the last time I ate meat? I've only been eating ramen and junk food lately. No wonder I feel like shit." You laughed at your own misery. You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You don't remember inviting anyone over to your apartment. You don't have a roommate as well so you started to feel nervous.

"Who is it?" You shouted while chewing on the meat you wrapped with lettuce.

You turned your head around to see a man around your age wearing all black and a frown on his face.

"Who are you?" He asked you back.

"I asked you a question first. Why do you have a key to my apartment?" This time, you went to speak to him up close. You're near-sighted so you wanted to see him up close.

"I'm Jay. I moved in last night. Are you my roommate?" He kept his cold expression.

He's handsome as fuck, but cold as hell. You thought to yourself. Too bad.

"Oh, that must be why the fridge is full this morning. Fuck, sorry I cooked the beef bulgogi just now. I will pay you back once I get paid from my job." You looked down from embarrassment.

"That's alright." He didn't even bother to ask your name and went to his room. You didn't want to bug him about it since you still owe him a tub of beef so you just shrugged your shoulder and finished your breakfast.

While eating, you checked on your email for updates.

"Holy fuck." Your jaw dropped upon reading an email. It was from the company you applied to last night. You got the job, and you're starting today.

You signed the contract immediately and submitted all the needed requirements. Your first product will arrive in the afternoon so you couldn't help but be excited while washing the dishes.

After doing the dishes, you decided to do the laundry. You've been going braless in the apartment when you were still alone but you have a male roommate now so you can't do that anymore. You needed to wash them.

"Fuck, I ran out of shorts as well? What have I been doing all this time to forget doing my laundry?"

You decided to wear an oversized almost see-through white shirt and black underwear.

While you were putting your clothes in the front load washing machine, you heard him pretending to cough.

You dropped the clothes upon hearing that and looked around to see him piercing you with his eyes staring straight at your body.

"What do you think are you doing?" He said, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm doing my laundry. Are you blind?" You looked to your side, afraid of meeting his eyes.

He stood in front of you, "I'm not. In fact I'm very much pleased of what I'm seeing right now." You gulped when he touched your chin and forced you to look into his eyes.

"What are you doing?" You're starting to get nervous, or turned on. You don't know anymore. Is it because you haven't had sex for so long now? Fuck, you know you can't have sex with your roommate. You know damn well how it would end since your ex was also your roommate before.

"I'm making you look at my face. Ever since we met you've been avoiding my gaze." He smirked at you, turning you on even more.

"T-that's because you look scary, dude. Geez, get your hands off me or I will punch your face so I won't have any reason to look at it." You tried to push him away only for him to corner you on the wall with his arms locking you in.

"Don't call me that. Or I will kiss you right now." You knew he wasn't bluffing. But for some reason, you wanted to kiss him as well. So you called him that.

"Stop playing around, dude. Can't you see I'm busy doing someth-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. It stayed still for a short moment as if he was trying to see how you would react. But when he sensed you closing your eyes, he began to move his lips along with yours.

It was a sweet and passionate kiss as if he knew you all his life. It felt so good, you couldn't help but pull his hair, making the kiss deeper. His right hand holding your face along with your jaw, his left hand holding your waist, keeping you close to his body. You could feel your core starting to get wet from the heat that you're feeling, making you rub your thighs together. Taking the hint, Jay placed his knee in the middle and closed the distance between your body. You're now grinding on his thighs, desperately looking for friction and release.

"Are we just gonna kiss all day or are you going to fuck me?" You pulled away from the kiss and chased your breath.

"I thought you said you're busy." He smirked again.

"Well now I'm not." You kissed him again, this time with so much lust and desire. Jay is incredibly handsome, he's tall and has a nice body as well. Normally, you don't hang out with guys like him because you know they're always into pretty girls, but you don't want to think about it for now.

"Relax, baby. I'll get you nice and ready first." He grabbed your breasts as soon as he removed your shirt, sucking on your nipples while his right hand palming your core.

"I guess I don't even need to. You're soaking wet already. Is this all for me, babe?" He removed your last piece of clothing and slipped two fingers inside you.

"Fuck, Jay. Shut up already and put it in.” You can't help but moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you.

“Stop bossing me around, brat.” There was a sudden change in his aura, his fingers thrusting in and out of you now roughly.

“Damn it, I wanna cum on your cock, please. Fuck me already.” You begged. You’re about to reach your climax under his touch. All of a sudden, he removed his fingers making you bite your lips in frustration.

“What the hell? Why did you sto-” You were cut off when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you down on your knees. He immediately removed his belt and tied your hands with it. You stared at him with your puppy eyes while waiting for him to remove his clothes.

He pumped his cock a couple of times before squeezing your cheeks, a sign for you to open your mouth. You were taken aback by the size of his cock in your tiny mouth. You can’t even touch him to support yourself, so he was holding you by your hair and fucking your mouth as he wants.

“See, this is what your mouth is for. It’s not for you to talk back, or be a brat. This mouth is meant for my cock.” Tears pooled in your eyes as the tip of his dick hits your throat every time he would thrust. You were able to get rid of your gag reflex, thanks to your ex.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this? I fucking love your mouth. You’ve got no gag reflex? Fucking insane, ahh.” He’s growling at this point. You can tell he’s close as the veins in his dick are getting more prominent and it’s twitching inside your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” After a couple of thrusts, he came down your throat. You gladly swallowed his cum, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“Shit, brat. You better remember how I taste.” He said, untying your hands from his belt. He helped you to stand, kissing you while placing you on top of the counter.

He took no time in aligning himself into your core. He gathered your wetness using the tip of his dick and finally pushed it in. You can definitely feel the stretch but the pleasure goes beyond the pain at this point. You were moaning softly against his ear.

“Fuck, you feel so tight around me.” His thrust getting steady and rougher each time.

“You feel so good, Jay. I’m gonna cum.” You’re finally getting the release he denied you earlier.

“That’s right, cum on my cock.” You moaned in response. Your walls tightening around him even more, making him meet his nearing climax for the second time.

“Cum with me, Jay. Come inside me, please.” You were on birth control anyway. You were on an injectable contraceptive and it’s still in effect ‘til now. You will probably need to ask him if he’s fucking around later on but you really wanted to have his cum inside you. Hearing you beg for his cum was music to his ears. After easing you from your high with a couple of thrusts, he came right after. You felt his dick twitch inside you, his cum spreading heat in your walls. He pulled out seconds after, making his cum leak out of you.

Jay swore he took a mental image of it in his mind. You looked so hot, all fucked out because of him. You, on the other hand, waited for him to help you get off the counter.

Which he didn’t do. He put on his clothes and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself.

“What a jerk. Did he just leave me here after all that?” You tried not to feel too disappointed. Still, it made you feel angry. He could’ve at least helped you. “I’m never having sex with you again, asshole.” You said just enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

Author’s note: Jay’s point of view will be on the second part. He’s a gentleman pls.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen jay #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen jay scenarios

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drowinginaseaoftears · 2 years

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My first ever fanfic is finally finished!

Word count:1762

Warriors & Legend, Legend/marin

Fluff, with an itsy bitsy amount of angst

Read it on Ao3

Or read it here under the cut.

Warriors gets punched in the face

Warriors wakes up to quiet music. Softly smiling to him self he turned around and snuggled Wind closer to his side

Wait a minute, who is playing music in the middle of the night?

He softly pushes Winds arm from his middle. And carefully, not to wake Wind or any of the others, gets up from his bedroll.

Aside from the music that is still playing, the camp is quiet.

Wild had made himself comfortable pressed in Twilight’s side. Sky had pulled Four into a sleepy embrace. Hyrule had clamped himself to Time, which was something new, but surprisingly Time seemed ok with it as he had an arm lazily slung around Hyrule’s shoulders.

There in the middle of the camp, Legend sat hunched over himself next to the fire. In the soft glow of the lazy dancing flames, he could just make out a simple pink ocarina, that the Veteran cradled in his hands.

He walks over “Well I would have never taken you for a musician Vet.” He taunts, a smirk on his face. Legend startles and looks up, big tears are rolling down his cheeks, his eyes are puffy and his nose red. Seeing the terrible state his friend mutual hero is in slaps all victorious feelings out of him.

What has gotten into the I’ll-die-if-I-show-any-emotion-other-than-annoyance-Veteran to get him to break down like this?

“Hey… Leg.” he says cautiously “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, go away” legend snarls, but the captain isn’t having it.

“Yeahh, no. you are clearly not fine. I’ve seen this enough with my soldiers. You’re going to tell me what’s plaguing your thoughts.”

“‘said it’s nothing, go back to sleep.”

Warriors doesn’t say anything and sits down.

They sit like this, in silence watching the flames of the soft fire dance in the wind, for a long time. He almost wants to give up and go back to sleep when Legend breaks the silence

“it’s... just… I miss her...” although he wants to ask who, he keeps silent and waits for him to elaborate.

“It’s has been so long since I washed up on that island, so long since I’ve last seen her, that I’m starting to forget.... starting to forget her smile, the colour of her hair, the colour of her eyes when they reflected the sun, the way she would laugh if I did something stupid again.”

Legend lets out something between a pitiful chuckle and a sob.

“I'm so worthless. First, I couldn’t keep her alive, I knew it would kill her and I still did it. And now… now I can’t even keep her memory alive. The only way she still exists, and I can’t remember.”

He looks up to Warriors and continues in a voice to small for his liking.

“She only lives in my memories, and I'm starting to forget. Please Wars, I don’t want to forget. Don’t let me forget, please, I need to remember, don’t let me forget. Please, Wa-Wars, plea-please don’t- don’t let me forget…”

He is now full-on crying, sobs wrecking trough his body. Warriors pulls him to his chest, and surprisingly Legend lets him.

He is repeating how he doesn’t want to forget, and doesn’t deserve to be called a hero, for failing to safe ‘her’. All the scarfed hero can do is hold him tighter and softly shush him, so he does. It doesn’t take long for the pinked haired hero to fall asleep, a silent “thank you” is all Warriors hears before the boy in his lap is unconscious.

When he hears rustling Warriors looks up. His gaze is met by his, not so little anymore, brother. Time gets up from his bedroll and sits on the log on the other side of the fire. He does not question why his big brother has Legend sleeping in his lap, but just nods and stares at the flames. Warriors adjusts his scarf, so it is covering both him and Legend, rests his head on top of Legends and lets sleep overtake him.

It has been two weeks after that night, or how Legend put it ‘the night you will never speak about if you treasure your hair and toe-bones’, they are back at bickering and playfighting as if nothing ever happened.

Although Warriors is pretty sure Wild has snapped a picture with that slate of his, when he woke up to prepare their breakfast.

The chain found themselves in Warriors’ Hyrule again and while Time was securing them all a bed at Castletown inn, Warriors turned to Legend

“Hey Vet, you want to come to the bar with me? There will be dancers and a special guest tonight.”

“Yeah no. I am not in the mood to see you get drunk and embarrass yourself in front of girls, thank you.” Legend scoffed

''Excuse you, I would not do no such thing, ever." Warriors squawks. "Besides, it would be good for you, takes your mind of stuff. And maybe you could experience fun for once in your life!"

“Fine, fine, I'll go. But, if you get drunk, I'm leaving you to Time."

Legend had to give it to him, the captain had not yet embarrassed himself to any girl, in fact he had not yet really talked to any besides the bartender.

Legend honestly had thought the captain would go get drunk and flirt and ditch Legend for the first girl he came across, but to his pleasant surprise Warriors had stayed with him at their table.

A beautiful Gerudo dancer had claimed the stage, swirling over the wooden planks the podium, her feet rapidly striking the floor to the fast rhythm of the music.

She dances off the stage and makes her way between the tables, she dances towards their table. She takes the hands of legend and slowly sways backwards and let them slip out of her hands.

When she dances further Warriors looks at legend, with a smug grin on his face. Legend lets out a grumbled huff and sips his drink as he slumps down in his chair. "Come on Vet, have some fun" Warriors laughs.

The host of the evening steps into the spotlights

“And now ladies and gentlemen, our special guest of this evening, a beautiful girl with an equally beautiful voice, she is singing the ballad of the Windfish for us tonight please welcome the lovely Marin of Koholint island!”

Wait. What!? Legend sits up in shock. There is no way he heard that right, it can’t be Marin, Marin is dead, he killed her.

His shock must have been noticeable, because warriors looks away from the stage and asks “Are you alright Vet? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

But Legend doesn’t hear him. The only thing he can focus on is Marin. Is it truly his Marin? How did she get here? How was she still alive? He destroyed the island and her with it.

Yet there she was, looking exactly how he remembers. The light blue dress with the pink bow, the brown sandals, and her signature hibiscus in sunset red hair.

Legend rises to his feet as she starts to sing the song that haunted his dreams for so long.

"Vet. Vet! where are you going?" Warriors hisses but he doesn't hear him.

It's her, it's truly her.

Slowly he starts walking towards the podium, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on the redhead, as if she would disappear again if he didn’t look at her for a moment.

"Marin?" his whisper small and unsure. She stops singing and looks at him. Goddess he had missed those big brown eyes full of wonder, wishes and dreams.

"…Link?...” She says with a uncertain voice “Oh, Link it's you!"

She jumps of the podium into legend arms "It's you, it’s you! I found you. It's really You! I’ve missed you so much. Where were you?”

“hey Vet, this isn’t a good place, we’re getting too much attention.”

Warriors is suddenly by his side, with a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the door.

Warriors leads Legend and, his long-lost girlfriend? Marin outside to the fountain on the town square. He had a lot of questions for Legend. How did legend know Marin? why did he react that way? what is Marin to him? what is going on?

But before he could voice any of his questions, Legend had swivelled around to face him, and punched him.

Hard. In the face.

Warriors who had not expected that -to be fair who would expect their friend to punch them them in their face after reuniting with a long lost loved one? - stumbled, and in a futile attempt to regain balance stepped backwards and fell into the fountain.

“Legend! What in din’s name!?” He exclaimed.

"You!" legend snapped, "You! You knew. You could've told me! Why didn't you tell me!? Did you like my despair? Is that why you didn’t tell me? Because you don’t care about me.”

“No, I-, no of course I don- “

"She was here the whole time, and you didn't tell me! I told you something I never told anyone, and you did not even tell me-"

"Vet, listen! please, I didn't know.” Warriors finally breaks trough Legends’s rant.

“I didn’t know. How was I to know? You never told me who ‘she’ was. You could have been talking about anyone”

“Link. Link listen to him. He couldn’t have known. But we’re here now so please let it go”

Legend seemingly deflates upon hearing Marin's kind voice.

"I'm Sorry... I thought I killed you. For five long years I thought I was responsible for the death of you and your island, and now. you're here alive in this world and I-“

“I know dream boy, I know, but I'm here now, aren't I? and I don't plan of leaving you again any time soon”

"Vet! Captain!” a shout interrupted the moment.

Twilight came to a halt a few steps away from Warriors " by the light spirits, You two are hard to find. Time wanted to know where you two had gone to-. Who's this lady? Your girlfriend Captain? He interrupted himself when he took notice of Marin. To his surprise the captain only gave a knowing smile, and it was legend who adverted his gaze. Oh, now he saw the intertwined hands of legend and the girl.

“Hi, I am Marin, legends girlfriend, nice to meet you” she said happily

Legend blushes profusely and Marin’s chiming laugh filled the evening sky soon joined by the laughter of the two other men.

#legend lu #lu legend #lu warriors #lu marin #marin #linkeduniverse #linked universe #Legend x Marin #legend/marin #legend & warriors

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