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wexhappyxfew · 1 month

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home is an anchor

(a/n): annie x brady girlies we're back with another piece where we finally dig a bit into annie's background; was trying to go for a bit more light-hearted again, but instead...it got a little bit sad at parts, so don't mind that. between listening to sad taylor swift songs + hard school week, just needed to put emotions somewhere and here we are :) sometimes we all need a little comfort that feels just like home......

Her mother wasn't really the best at playing the 'mother-role' but she had tried her best, especially with the amount of siblings running around.

Her father had been away in a local mechanic garage, working his hardest to earn what money he could for his family and her older brother, Roy, at the peak age of 16 was going to the mill everyday to earn some extra cash, as Annie and the rest of her younger siblings had done chores around the house, cleaning, washing, scrubbing, keeping the farm running the best they could.

And Annie, being the second oldest, just under Roy, who was always away, the stress and weight of everything seemed to fall right on her shoulders. And the nights her father was working until 2 in the morning, and the stress was far too much for her mother, who went and would drink the night away with what she could scrounge, Annie would take care of her other siblings - and when Roy would get back just after dinner, he'd help out the best he could.

They'd work side by side, feeding, cleaning, locking up the house at night, getting their 5 younger siblings into beds, washed and clean and ready for sleep without a worry in the world. Annie would forget about herself, usually taking whatever was left after everyone had eaten, usually the last to sleep or she'd stay up and wait for her father to get home so that'd he'd be taken care of. The Depression had been the hardest - not just weeks or months like that, but years. Years of that, day in and day out.

So, being here at Thorpe Abbotts - it was like it was telling her that had all been worth it.

She was currently cramped in one of the chairs in the officers' club chairs by the crackling fire, listening to the patter of rain somewhere above her, half in-and-out of sleep as she curled into herself, trying to catch up on sleep that she had missed the previous night. They'd been up so early for today's mission that the tossing and turning of her sleep had done nothing but make her run on only about an hour of sleep by that point.

Annie felt something drape over her body, instantly becoming warmer and she cracked an eye open and saw that it was Brady who had laid the blanket, who was moving himself over towards the chair opposite the table that was at her side, settling down with undoubtedly a cup of something that would take off the edge.

The blanket was warm and instantly made her a bit more exhausted than she had been previously; she shifted around a bit and then cracked open her eyes more and turned her head towards Brady, squinting at him and yawning.

"Thanks." she said through her yawn, slowly sitting up, her hair a bit wet from coming out of Silver Bullets in a torrential downpour, the chill of the evening rolling in, as she rubbed at her hands and scrambled to pull the blanket up and over her body a bit more, "Didn't think I was this tired." Brady watched her for a moment, a small laugh from his lips as he sipped his drink.

"You looked cold, and with this rain," he looked at the ceiling, "nothing a bit of a blanket can't fix."

"Yeah," Annie said quietly, cuddling the blanket up over her body a bit more, "I appreciate it." She met Brady's gentle, doe eyes and he continued smiling at her, the soft glisten of the fire dancing in his eyes as he watched her right back.

Annie lazily stared at the golden hues, her eyes becoming entranced by the flicker of the flame in front of her, enjoying the hum of the heat of the orange and yellow licks of fire in front of her, the slight chatter behind her of pilots and bartenders, the patter of the rain above them; the overall general comfort that at the minute, no one was asking for her. All she needed to do was sit here, warm up and rest.

"Gotten any news back home from your family?" Brady asked her quietly, looking towards her with an almost innocent gaze, "Some of the guys have started getting mail again, and I figured…." Annie slowly slid her eyes towards him and nodded.

"Yeah." she said, "A letter. From my father." Something in Brady's face changed.

"Everything okay?" he asked her, a slight edge to his voice that wasn't there before.

"Mom's not doing well," Annie said, but quickly recovered herself, "hasn't been for a while so." Brady slowly leaned forward in his seat, catching her gaze and a bit of guilt seeped into her stomach, just seeing that look on his face. Worry. Concern. She didn't want someone to have to worry and bother themselves over her for something she herself couldn't even control. Especially people who were already stressed beyond compare.

"Annie…."

"It's okay, really," Annie said with a nod, her eyes traveling back to the fire, "she's actually the one that didn't want me even coming here. Said she needed hands back at the farm, she couldn't do much anymore….I told her no. That I wanted to do this. And now….." Annie stared at the fire and let out a shaky sigh and nodded, before glancing back over at Brady and finding him, worry lines drawn across his face, eyes saddened, expression deep in thought.

"It's complicated." Annie said, a small laugh escaping her lips, but she felt her body constrain at the end of her attempt of covering laughter, "Sorry."

"No, no, don't apologize," Brady said, watching her gaze again as she held his, "I'm sorry, Annie." Annie watched him, their gazes a whole other level of complexity Annie had no time to dig into at this very moment, and she smiled.

"Thanks, John." she said quietly and he nodded. Then, before he could look away, she looked down at the fire and let out a small breath. She wasn't looking at him, but she could tell he wanted to say something; the air wasn't cleared, there was clearly something still on the edge of his tongue and the longer they sat in that tense silence, the more she wanted to hear him say it. Whatever it happened to be.

Annie thought back to those times - her mother drinking, father stressed out of his mind, all those kids, Roy barely afloat, Annie feeling like a single mother at 15 when she shouldn't have even been in that position in the first place. She had just done as she was told, to survive, to breathe a bit. She thought it had been the right thing and it had, but the guilt never left her. Leaving her family like that, thinking it was okay. She knew that she was an adult and had every right to do what she did, to live a bit more, fight against this war, but sometimes it ate her alive. Knowing her mother was dying and she was here. Annie hadn't realized her eyes had begun to fill with tears until one was itching down her cheek.

"Hey, Annie, you okay?" Brady asked quietly, leaning forward, his drink forgotten about along with the world. Annie looked to him and nodded, reaching up to wipe at her eyes and get rid of the tears as fast as she could - it was embarrassing, alright? To be getting so upset over this, in front of Brady, in their current situation. There were a lot more worse-off situations than hers.

"I'm okay," Annie said, "all good." Brady slowly stood and kneeled beside her chair and watched her face - God, he was pretty tall wasn't he. Kneeling beside her, he leaned a hand on the chair back that snaked an arm around the one side of her form - and he watched her face, trying to dissect the problem and fix it, seemingly as fast as he could.

"I'm sorry about your mom, Annie," he whispered, her eyes looking to his like some sort of forbidden safe haven - because it'd never leave her - even when her mother did eventually die, and this war was over. It would never go away. But she could try and bury it.

"Thanks, John," she whispered, "I didn't mean to turn into a sap. Especially here, goddamn." Annie briefly, angrily, reached up and wiped at some tears.

"It's stupid anyway."

"No it's not," Brady breathed out quietly, catching her eyes again, and offering a small smile that made her heart warm, "things like that, especially dealing with family. It's not stupid, I can promise you. Despite whatever's going on." Annie held his gaze.

"It's not stupid to me." he said softer this time, "Especially when it's you." Annie stared at him, the tears in her eyes making his face a slightly blurred Picasso painting and she managed a watery smile his way.

"I just hate the feeling, ya know?" Annie said quietly, "Feeling guilty, but knowing you can't do anything. Like, I know I can't do a thing, I did what I could, we turned out our separate ways, but I still feel like that scared little girl. To her. To me."

"Hey," Brady said quietly, reaching up to wipe at the tear that squeaked out from her eye, before resting a hand on her arm through the blanket, "don't worry yourself thin at the minute. You said it yourself. You can only do what you can right now. Especially half-way across the world. You just did a helluva bombing run, okay? You're doing your best, Annie. It's admirable." And when Brady uttered little things like that to her, she believed them like a prayer verse in the family Bible in her father's bedside. She believed it like it were something she'd whisper to herself every night. She believed it because it had fallen from Brady's lips.

"Here," Brady said, getting to his feet and standing in front of her - floppy hair in his eyes, A-2 jacket having seen better days, tie that she felt the urge to fix - and holding out a hand. Annie stared at him, raising a brow his way, and chuckling a slightly wet laugh from the tears that were slowly disappearing.

"What are you doing?" she managed out quietly, with a laugh.

"Just trust me." he said with a lopsided smirk, that seemed to light up his eyes in a way that made her insides twist. Annie laughed quietly, but shifted off the blanket, which had been delightfully warm now that it was removed from her now cold form and took his hand - warm, much larger than her own it practically encased it, and inviting. Comforting. A touch that lingered.

He took her other hand and she stared at him. There hadn't been really any times previous they'd been like this. They'd danced together once - one of those big-band upbeat songs that had her off her feet and twirling in his arms. But she'd done that with Bucky, who'd nearly twirled her into a table. This felt different though. The way his hands held her own, the way he was watching her, the way this felt.

"What's going on?" she whispered sneakily with a chuckle. Brady, smirking again that brooding and rather charming grin, pulled her closer to him and placed a hand on her hip, his thumb brushing against the fabric of her own jacket and the fleece underneath, his other hand holding her own against his shoulder like something holy. And he watched her, just inches above her and smiled.

"Ahhh." Annie whispered quietly, with a small laugh, "I'll admit, I have two left feet when it comes to this." Brady watched her, his eyes so big and whole and staring only at her; it made her want to shrink into him for some reason.

"I saw you dancing with Bucky that one time," he whispered, his voice gentle on her ears, "you have anything but." Her cheeks flamed a bit at the thought - he'd seen that? Annie laughed lightly, catching herself as she looked to his bright eyes again. He leaned his head forward to her ear.

"I didn't realize you had freckles," he whispered, before his small chuckle seemed to fill in her ears, "they're cute." Annie's face must've been on fire as a laugh left her lips and she curled her head to the side in between his neck and collarbone - he smelled sweet, almost like honey, and in some weird way, it reminded her of home.

"You're such a tease, John Brady," she whispered against his neck, his grip tightening on her hip as he pulled her closer to his form, "but thank you." He chuckled.

For a moment, they both grew quiet, these sweet nothings between them lingering and as tender as a light touch, their bodies swaying back and forth like a wave lapping gently on the shoreline. Annie closed her eyes, inviting the touch from him all over her body - her face pressed on his neckline, his hand on her hip and lingering on her hand, holding it softly, his face somewhere in her hair and near her ear, her body pressed against his chest, holding on like he were an anchor of some sort. A grounding one at that.

"No one's ever told me that." Annie whispered against his neck, her breath warm.

"What?" Brady whispered back into her ear - his voice seemingly always doing something to her no matter what.

"About my freckles." Annie said softly, no one's ever been this close. She heard Brady's little laugh in her ear and smiled.

"Honored to be the first." Brady said, though his words sort of hung out in the air like a tree branch in fall. Maybe you'll be the last, Annie thought, but jumping to thoughts like that right now was something she buried deep inside her.

"I think a part of me will always be attached to the idea of what my life was when I was younger, when Mom was better," Annie whispered, and Brady seemed to tense under her fingertips, "but, I won't lie, right now all I can think about is…." she trailed off in a manner she hadn't intended and could feel him waiting for her to finish her answer. Instead, she pulled back slightly and looked up at him and managed a small smile. He watched her, eyes glowing, on her.

"Right now all you can think about is…." Brady started quietly, expectantly waiting for an answer. Annie felt herself go red again, a deeper crimson than before and found that when he was suddenly very intently watching her like this, all she could do was smile.

"Annie." Quickly turning her head from Brady, her walls suddenly going back up unexpectedly, she found Francis coming towards them and let her walls crumble again as the woman approach with a small smile on her face.

"Listen, I hate to break this up, but Harding's been asking for you. Needs an opinion on….something or other, says there's some new crews joining us. Primeblue? I don't know, something like that - lead pilot did some runs in Africa, name's Matilda Kerkering. Got a crew, too. Like a mini-you." Francis rambled on, and then caught Annie's expression and cleared her throat, "Alright, listen, just….meet me outside. I got an umbrella and everything, real snazzy." And with that Francis was turning away and Annie was frozen somewhat in her place. Slowly, she turned back to look at Brady and found him watching her with that look on his face, all warm and gentle and intently focusing on her, his eyes all soft.

"A mini-you." Brady said, his hand squeezing at her hip a bit, before whispering in her ear, "You look incredibly excited." Annie mock-scoffed and gave him a small smack on the shoulder with a grin and shook her head.

"Just because you can read my facial expressions, doesn't mean you have to verbally express that meaning," she whispered back with a chuckle, "it might get me in trouble one day." Brady smirked at her and raised a brow and she shoved at his shoulder again with a buckle of laughter, before turning slightly and grabbing the blanket and pulling it into her arms. His hand ever-presently still lingered on her hip and she found herself enjoying that bit of a presence there. Just a touch that told her he was there.

"Thanks for taking my mind off things a bit," Annie said to him, smiling brightly up towards him, "it just gets to me sometimes, all of that. What's going on back home, can't control things, all of that. So, just, thank you, truly." Brady smiled at her and nodded.

"Everyone needs a little cheering up sometimes," Brady said, "but hey, look, I'll see you later." She smiled at him.

"Go on, Lieutenant, they're in need of your wisdom and guidance." Annie let out a bark of laughter, shoving his shoulder teasingly again before stepping away, her hip slightly cold, the lack of Brady's hand suddenly engrained in her brain, her thoughts, her feelings.

"Hey, Annie," Brady called, and she turned to look over her shoulder and found him stood, hands in his pockets, smirk on his face, "right now all you can think about is….?" Annie stared at him, suddenly staring him down from a few feet away now, no longer under his rather intense gaze that she gravitated towards.

You.

You, you, you, her head seemed to scream. Annie smiled at him and then offered him a mock salute before immediately turning away and speeding right out of the officers' club, a small smile on her lips as she stepped outside, immediately crash-landing into Francis, who caught her arm and chuckled.

"You and Brady looked incredibly cozy." Francis said with a chuckle and Annie rolled her eyes.

"Shut up." "Just saying, looked like the guy was about to ya know, make it official or something."

"He was just being nice, Francis," Annie said, "nothing to worry about."

"You and I clearly define 'nice' as completely different things."

"It was nothing." Annie admonished again, crossing her arms and glancing up towards the woman, "Brady's just…..he's just being nice." Francis smirked and sent her a look as she held the umbrella up above their heads.

"Tell that to the grip he had on your hip." Francis said and then looked away and stepped forward, "Come on! Harding's got a million different documents that need sorting and a second brain." Annie followed under the umbrella, bright red in the face, Francis smirking like a loon. Maybe anchors didn't only anchor other things, but one another in some sort of way a war would force something to.

#THEMMMMM #home is annie's anchor and.....brady feels like home.....#brb going to go sob!!#them them them!#annie trying to ignore these feelings (it's okay sweet girl feel what you need to feel <3333)#plz get these two hugs #thats it #annie bradshaw #john brady #annie x brady #masters of the air #mota #mota writings #silver bullets #francis knowsssss LMFAO #francis montez #she was so fun to include LMAO #john brady x oc

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vioartemis · 1 year

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All yours

(Emma Myers x fem! reader)

Summary: Emma overhears you singing and begs for you to sing her something. Warnings: none Request is here (and the additional stuff as the music if you want to listen to it while reading (especially the last part)) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

As far as you could remember, you always loved singing. But never in front of anyone. You were a little scared of what people would say, especially people you didn't know for too long.

Even your best-friend never heard you sing, despite being one of the people you trusted and loved the most. Maybe you loved her a little too much, by the way.

You may or may not had a crush on her for years but had always been too scared to tell her. You didn't want to risk ruining everything between you two.

The moments you shared were what you cherished the most, even though they got rarer since she started acting professionally. You were happy for her of course, but you missed her too.

So, when she told you she had some time to rest, you immediately invited her to your appartement. She too was more than happy to see you again, and moved in for the time she would stay.

Living with her made you realize how hard it would be not to show how in love you were. It also made you realize that this is what you wanted. Live with her. See her every morning, every night. Hear her mumbling a 'good morning' with her raspy morning voice.

You were head over heels in love with her.

Right now, you were having a shower, while Emma was watching tv in the living room. You put on your 'shower playlist', a compilation of your favorite songs at the moment, and started showering.

After a little while, your all-time favorite song started playing, and you couldn't help but thing along while washing your hair.

What you didn't know was that Emma could hear you sing from the living room. At first she didn't realize it was you, she thought it was just you listening to music, but then she recognized your voice.

She sat up and got closer to the bathroom's door, but the water still running prevented her from hearing properly.

So, when you got out of the room, wet hair falling on your shoulders, she didn't hesitate to ask you if you could sing for her.

"I heard you when you were in the shower... but because of the water I couldn't hear properly... Please Y/n!"

"Emma, you know you're my best friend, right? But I'm not singing for you, or anyone. Sorry"

"Come on!"

"No"

"Pleaseee"

"Nope"

You went to your bedroom to grab a sweater that you put on your oversize shirt.

"I'll do every chore for you"

"Tempting, but still no"

"Please please pleaseee"

She looked at you with puppy eyes, her secret weapon to get you to do anything. She really had you wrapped around her finger.

"Okay, fine! You know I can't resist when you do this" you sighed, defeated "Any particular request?"

"As long as I can hear you sing again, I'm happy"

"I'll take that as a 'no' then"

You took a moment to think about what song you could pick. There was way to many songs you'd love to sing, but you had to choose wisely. If you could give her a hint on your feelings for her in the process, that would be an absolute win.

After a minute, you looked up for the instrumental version of the song on YouTube. Singing acapella wasn't your favorite thing.

"Okay" you took a deep breath "Let's do this"

You pressed play and waited for the right moment to start.

"Maybe, it's the way you say my name Maybe, it's the way you play your game But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you"

The 'funny' thing with this song was that it fit perfectly your feelings towards her. She had nothing to do with the other people you met, she had something special that got you drawn to her so quickly.

Dandelions was one of her favorite songs. Now hearing you sing it was a whole other thing. Your voice truly was amazing.

"Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time"

This part was by far your favorite. You had wished your feelings were shared so much, you couldn't count how many times.

Oh, how she wished you meant what you were singing. The simple thought of you praying that she'd be yours made butterflies grow in her stomach.

"Dandelion, into the wind you go Won't you let my darling know? Dandelion, into the wind you go Won't you let my darling know that?"

She was impressed how you held the high note of this part, by at this point not surprised anymore. She could hear you sing for hours and never get bored.

A little part of herself thought you might be singing to her. Maybe it was just her being delusional. After all, she was far from being the most interesting person you knew, so why would you have any kind of romantic feelings for her?

"I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine..."

The music started to fade out as the song was finished, but you continued singing anyways, improvising a last part that couldn't be anything else than you confessing to her.

For the first time since you started singing, you looked directly into her blue eyes.

"'Cause I'm sick and tired of dandelions Wishing on every one is a waste of time, time

I got all our moments memorized I'm gonna say it now, you make me smile, smile

Giving up dandelions wasting my time Thankful to God I have you in my life Giving up dandelions wasting my time, wasting my time..."

Her eyes widened slightly as she realized this wasn't part of the original song. You improvised that part. For her.

How many times did you say all those things to her? Enough for her to understand what you were doing. She never paid too much attention to it before, thinking it was just you being hyper affectionate, but in a 'friends' way.

All your moments together flashed before her eyes. All the times you told her you were thankful to have her by your side. All the times you remembered little things she told you, little habits she had, little things that happened when you spent time together that even she didn't think about at first.

That day at the lake when you couldn't stop smiling looking at her. She thought she looked ridiculous trying to go in the cold water while you were already swimming, and that it was the reason why you smiled, holding in your laughter.

Now that she thought of it, you always had a smile on your face when you were together. A beautiful smile she loved so much and hoped would never fade away.

The way you looked at her right now was different than before, as if you stopped hiding what you truly felt. You had that look you had in her daydreams, in her fantasies.

Except this time, it was real. You were really in front of her, giving her heart eyes.

She imagined that scene thousands of times, and yet she didn't know how to react. But she had to do something, or you would get the wrong signals!

Her body moved faster than her brain.

She found herself kissing you without even realizing it before you kissed her back, a wave of relief washing over both of you.

Your hands were behind her neck, while hers found their place on your waist, never breaking the kiss. You both had waited so long for that moment to happen; you weren't going to let it end so soon.

But you had to pull away, eventually.

"So... whishing on dandelions worked?" you asked playfully

"Yes" Emma whispered before kissing you again "I'm yours. All yours"

#emma myers #emma myers x reader #emma myers x fem reader

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just-some-trans-nobody · 8 months

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Would it be possible for any gay vampire stuff with a transmasc reader? Feel free to do nsfw if you want. Your writing is quite lovely ☺️.

Thank you for the suggestion! Much appreciated. I got so many ideas from it I end up writing a few different stories all of which I plan on posting eventually, as soon I manage to actually finish them lol.

Male Vampire x Transmasc Reader

Warnings: blood, NSFW, biting, vampire feeding on a human, unprotected sex, sex with no lube (remember to wrap it before you tap it and use lube!)

Let me know if I missed any warnings.

Minors Don't Interact!!

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You and Malachi had been dating for a few months now. On your first date you had explained to him you were trans, you wanted to make sure this wouldn't be an issue in the relationship and he laughed shaking his head no and asked if him being a vampire would be an issue. Of course it wasn't an issue for you. The date went well and soon you were on a second date.

He often came to your place, always needing permission to come inside. You found it a little amusing. Every time he came over he would bring you a little trinket or flowers. You thought after a few months he would stop that but he didn't. The little action warmed your heart every time. He loved spending time with you playing with your hair as you talked about your day with him. The two of you would spend a few hours like this on the couch as the tv quietly played in the background until he had to leave for work. Being a vampire he preferred working the night shift, it was just better for him.

Malachi liked watching you do chores. He could watch you all day long just cleaning or doing laundry. Whenever you finished and walked over to him for cuddles he'd have the brightest smile on his face as he held his hands up wanting you to come lay on his chest. Of course if he thought you could use some help he would gladly join you. Maybe put some music on so the two of you could dance as you did chores.

You thought sense Malachi was a vampire, he wouldn't be scared of needles and could help you with your T-shot or boy juice as he jokingly called it. You were dead wrong. The moment he saw that needle he fainted. Sense then you haven't asked him for help. He still tries to give his support though. Standing on the other side of a door praising you for being so strong as to do it yourself often waiting with some snacks for you after. If you too can't handle needles and go to the doctors to get it done Malachi will go with and take you to get food after like ice cream. The two of you may get weird looks seeing a pale goth looking man holding an umbrella with clear skies in line to get ice cream but he doesn't seem to notice.

Somewhere in the relationship the topic of feeding on you was brought up. You were willing but nervous. He too was nervous but rather eager. Of course Malachi wouldn't push the matter, he cared more about the comfort of his partner than feeding. When you're finally ready to let him feed on you he suggested you sit on his lap while the two of you were on your bed. This position made you nervous for other reasons.

With your thighs on either side of his, you wrapped your arms around his torso hugging him as you closed your eyes. His hands were on your hips gently rubbing his thumbs against you. You weren't sure if he was trying to comfort you or if he was trying to ground himself. Either way it worked for both of you.

Your shirt was on the floor discarded, you didn't want to get blood on it so you took it off. Your scars from top surgery were on display, Malachi had seen them many times but he always made sure to tell you how handsome you looked when he saw them. Sometimes even kissing them if he was in a romantic mood.

Shifting nervously you froze when you heard Malachi groan against your neck. "Sorry." You whispered to him. "It's ok love." He whispered back. He had yet to bite you. You had just been sitting on his lap for the last ten minutes as he licked and nibbled on your neck. He had claimed it was to get you relaxed and used to it a little before he bit you. You were pretty sure Malachi just wanted you to be on his lap for longer. Starting to get a little impatient you were about to speak up when suddenly he bit into your neck causing you to gasp. Gripping onto his shirt you held onto him as he gripped your hips pulling them in closer to his. You became very aware of the tent in his pants pressing against you when he had done this.

Hearing Malachi moan against your neck caused you to whimper and bite your bottom lip. This seemed to fueled Malachi as he started to grind against you as he continued to feed on you. After a while he pulled away, gasping for air. Looking at you he grinned before noticing your dazed look. "First feeding is a little tricky." He said out of breath still as he reached over grabbing a bandage for your neck. Putting it on the bite he kissed the bandage before pulling away. "Rest love I'll get you a snack and some juice. You did so well." He praised as he laid you down on the bed. Your brain felt all fuzzy as you snuggled into the pillows too out of it to really talk.

For what you thought was just a moment later you were being propped up and a glass was pressed against your lips. "Drink love." Malchi whispered to you and he tilted the glass up causing apple juice to rush past your lips. Humming you drank it all down before moving to snuggle into his side closing your eyes. You heard a chuckle ring out as you drifted off to sleep.

Malachi feeding off of you became a frequent thing. At first it started off with only you being shirtless. Then he took his shirt off with the excuse that he didn't want to get blood on his shirt either. Then you decided to take your pants off, it would be more comfortable with no pants on right? Well you're not wearing pants, it must be uncomfortable having your legs rub up against his pants so Malachi decided he too should take off his pants while he fed on you. For a while the two of you would be only in your underwear while you sat on his lap with his fangs buried in your neck. The both of you too scared to cross the line to take it all off. But eventually that line was crossed.

Sitting on his lap with his cock pressed against you, well that certainly got your blood pumping. Malachi could taste your arousal in your blood. He was already turned on and tasting you were too? Oh boy was he turned on. Biting your lip you started to rock your hips back and forth against his. You could feel him growing harder against you as you continued to move your hips. Growling against your neck you were shocked when he quickly pushed your back down against the bed as he rutted his hips against your. Pulling away from your neck he panted as he looked down at you. His eyes filled with animalistic lust "Please." You whispered barely above a breath. He easily heard your whisper. "Please what?" Malachi wanted to hear you say it, no he needed to hear you say it. "Please I need it. I need you in me!" You pleaded, arching your back as you pushed your hips up against his looking for any sort of friction.

Malachi barely remembered to put a bandage on your neck first before pushing his cock into you. Hunching over he buried his face in the crock of your neck taking in the scent of your arousal and blood. Wrapping your arms around him you clawed at his back leaving marks that seemed to disappear within moments. Malachi couldn't focus on anything but how good you felt wrapped around his cock. The moans coming from your lips were heavenly to his ears.

By the time he was finally satisfied he had cum three times, you had long lost count of your own orgasm. Looking down at you he looked at you with the most loving smile ever before carefully picking you up. Malachi chuckled hearing your whines of protest. "I know I know but we have to get you cleaned up." Malachi said gently nuzzling you. "I think a bubble bath is needed."

This started the routine of having sex and a bubble bath after each time Malachi fed off you. Every time he even so little kissed your neck in a sweet way your body would react and get horny. He was more than happy to comply though, he loved his boyfriend and making love to his boyfriend. Malachi couldn't ask for a better relationship with you, he thought many times about proposing to you. Much to his joy you beat him to it asking him the question before he could.

Malachi said yes.

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gomzwrites · 11 months

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100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon

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more info on the fic marathon check out this post :)

Day 3: Konig

Tags: fluff, xtall gn!reader, implied nsfw at the end, inaccurate uniform descriptions, bad German (translation below sentences)

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・indented texts are memories ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws ・❥・credit to shadeops21 for that one specific shirt described in this fic

a/n: side note, I don't play the game but I did watch the playthrough and ref the cod wiki page. Also remember how I was talking the amount of struggle I did for this fic? its because of the uniform part, can't for the life find out whether Austrian Colonel uniform is red-blue, stone gray or gold, don't even get me started on the insignia XD please if you know what the official uniform would look like lmk in the comment!

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Ah great, looks like we ran out of mayonnaise... Konig dear! Where are you?

A few footsteps were heard when you called for him, and within seconds, he was right at the kitchen door, a worrying face evident in his features.

Yes Liebling? What’s wrong?

Ah, nothing much; we ran out of mayonnaise and a few other items for the dinner I’m making tonight. Can you run to the store and get them for me?

Konig nodded as he quietly walked towards you and took your hand gently.

Do you have a list?

Yeah, hold on.

You quickly take out a piece of paper and scribble down the ingredients needed, fold it neatly, and hand it to him. You think for a moment before smiling as you pat his arm.

Grab some dessert on your way home as well, my treat.

You finish by giving him some cash as his eyes brighten up and he chuckles.

Okay, thank you. I’ll make sure to be back as soon as I can, my Liebling.

You give him a peck on the cheek as he wears his hood and wave him goodbye once he goes into the car. You go back into the kitchen and prepare the other necessary preparations, such as seasoning and washing, before wiping your hands clean.

You decided that since there was extra time and you had to wait for Konig to return with the groceries, you might as well do other chores. You head into the master bedroom, which both of you shared, and open the closets, taking out a few of his military suits and laying them on the bed. It had been awhile since you looked through and iron them since most of his outfits are at the base, so it was refreshing to glance back at the series of uniforms he had.

You run your hands along the combat shirt and pants he had before, smiling when you see the clear difference in sizes over the years. He does still like wearing his black tactical Cyre G3 combat shirt, but what you really like is his Colonel uniform.

You lift it up as you examine it closely, tracing over the different badges and insignia sewed onto the uniform. You chuckle when you recall the memory of when he came home in it.

My dear! Wow, look at you all fancy and looking important! You give a whistle and chuckle as you quickly greet him and stare at him excitedly. Ah, please don't, my Liebling, this is embarrassing… Konig said as he quickly undressed and tossed the uniform onto the floor. But you’re the Colonel! Isn’t that, like, a great achievement in the military? Konig didn't reply as he sighed and kissed your hair; he didn't make any more comments about it, and you never brought it up since it bothered him, not until two days later during the late hours. You felt him rolling to your side as he slung his arm around your waist and pulled you close. I don’t like being one; it brings too much attention to myself. He mumbles as he buries his head into your neck, and you nod in understanding after making sense of what he was talking about and cooed him back to sleep.

But it looks so cool.

You thought to yourself as you looked at the collar, lined with delicate gold arabesques, as it shimmered under the light. You give a hum before you let the impulsive thought win and decide to wear it.

Truthfully, you’re also quite tall yourself thanks to your family’s genes, standing proudly at 6 ft tall(185cm), while Konig is just a few more inches taller around 6.6 ft tall(roughly at 200cm). It’s perfect because you can easily kiss his cheek without much effort and watch him blush hard every single time. He’s never gotten used to having someone who can stare at him the way you do so openly and with ease.

You decided that if you’re going to wear something this extravagant, you might as well go full out. So you promptly remove your shirt and wear the uniform carefully. It wasn’t comfortable due to how rigid the cloth felt against your skin, and the pants were a bit longer, but once you glanced at the mirror, you were quite proud and shocked at how good it looked on you, and it fits well, surprisingly. Well, everything except the sleeves. As always, it was also a bit too long and ended on your knuckles, so you just folded them up.

An idea pops into your mind the more you stare at yourself in the mirror.

You give a hum of amusement as you twirl and stretch around, giggling when you decide to imitate your boyfriend. You take a moment to recall the times when you got to watch his demonstration practice and smirk as you start acting alert and put on your serious game face. You hold up your arms in the air as you imagine yourself holding a rifle and mutter in a deep voice.

Target secured, attack the HVT!

You say this before twisting around and making the "pew pew" sound with your hand, giggling and chuckling as you completely get lost in the moment, then you crouch down beside the bed and pretend to resume a hiding position as you mutter softly.

And they say I could never be a sniper.

You make another dramatic "pow" sound before standing up and sliding to the center of the room with a "hyah!" and standing up, glancing around until you notice a tall figure at the bedroom door that you forgot to close. You instantly stop and freeze at your place as a blush creeps up your face.

Having fun, Mein Schatz?

You let out a huff of embarrassment for being caught like this, and you felt your neck heat up as you gave a sheepish smile.

I erm- Konig-

Scheiße, Sieh dich an... Shit, look at you...

He mutters as he slowly walks towards you; each step felt calculative, so slow as you watched his eyes that kept you in place. You can’t glance away, something about his gaze feels hypnotic.

Something about the way he looks at you makes you shutter; it's intimidating but also….primal…which is kind of hot. As he finally stands in front of you, so close that your chest bumps into his, he tilts his head to one side.

I hated this uniform, but now that I see you wear it, hmmmm…

His voice is deep and drawn out as he circles you, almost like a predator studying its prey. You gulped nervously as you tucked your collar in and answered back with a meek tone.

Should I take it off?

He gives you a long thought as he stands behind you. As soon as his hands are on you, he immediately carries and tosses you to the bed as you yelp at the sudden motion.

K-Konig?

You ask as you watch him crawl towards you as he reveals a smirk, then opens his mouth and lazily runs his tongue over his teeth as he gives a deep chuckle.

No, keep it on, because I...will be the one removing it.

You swallow excitedly as you bite your lips and rest your head on the soft pillow, under his mercy as he towers over you.

Who cares about dinner anyway?

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Previous fic: Kyle Gaz Garrick | Captain John Price Next fic: John Soap MacTavish

a/n: I know everyone hc Konig to be huge at 6”10 but I went along with the military guideline on the tallest height they allow which is around 6.6 ft tall, also I took Ghost's height as a ref which is around 6'4 ((yes yes I know none of these heights are cannon)) but ye XD thinking maybe I'll write some more tall reader x Konig fic in the future though :]

taglist: @cathnoneofyourbusiness | @land-lord-lol

like and reblog if you enjoyed this fic :D have a good day/night!

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startouched--blog · 5 months

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hello!!!! can i have hcs with ichrio, samatoki, and kuko with their nonbinary significant other who is autistic and likes true crime and watches a lot of documentaries? i reaally need some autistic representation!

Hihi! sorry this took a little while to get to! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

SCENARIO - Ichiro, Samatoki, and Kuko having a s/o who enjoys watching documentaries with them, along with having some autism/nm

PAIRINGS - Ichiro x gn!reader // Samatoki x gn!reader // Kuko x gn!reader

GENRE - Headcanons, fluff, physical touch (not NSFW)

Ichiro Yamada ─── ✧

☇ Even though he likes anime a lot more, he can't really say no when you bounce around him and ask to spend the night watching something with you. ☇ He obviously loves spending this time with you, being able to see what you're interested in is a good way to know each other more, after all. ☇ He would set up a small area on his bed with a bunch of pillows and a blanket to wrap up in if you get cold, or something to rub your hand against. ☇ He would make some small snacks that you enjoy eating, just like he would when you were watching something he wanted to watch. ☇ Ichiro sits beside you and wraps an arm around you, making sure you were alright with the physical tough of course. ☇ Sometimes, you don't realize what time it is and get fixated on watching the documentary,, so Ichiro half the time needs to drag you away and get you to go to bed. " come on babe- it's time to get to bed, we got work tomorrow morning after all"

"nooooooooo, one more episode please?"

" fine fine, one more, then we go to bed"

Samatoki Aohitsugi ─── ✧

☇ Honestly, Samatoki seems like the type of person who would be interested in these sort of films or documentaries.

☇ Sometimes you two like to walk them while in the Yakuza building, just as a past time if you're waiting on something or need something to listen to while working on paperwork.

☇ When you're watching it at work, you tend to sit on one of the wheelie chairs and spin around in circles slowly, sitting in the chair backwards, every so often looking back at the screen instead of just listening to it.

☇ Samatoki works on his work and sometimes stops you from spinning so you don't get too dizzy.

☇ When you don't happen to be watching them, you two could talk for hours about what you just watched, usually a conversation over dinner or on the drive/walk home.

☇ When at home, Samatoki will cuddle you in bed and watch some of the documentaries with you, often ending up cuddling you all the way to sleep.

"jeez, can't even stay up long enough to finish the show"

"sleep well though, love"

Kuko Harai ─── ✧

☇ He is on the same wave length with you when you're bouncing around, asking him to watch something with you while he was done with his chores for the day,, very energetic and up to the task

☇ He'd sit you down somewhere in his room on his futon, cuddling up in a blanket with you, turning on one of the various documentaries you had put onto the watchlist.

☇ He tends to play with your hair while watching, either braiding it loosely or just weaving his fingers through,, Sometimes you do the same back, even though he didn't have much hair to do it to.

☇ He loves the long conversations you two are able to have after each documentary, talking either about how stupid one of the people in the documentary was, or just in general how the crime could have easily been avoided.

☇ eventually, there is the time where Kuko is called by his father to continue or start doing his work again, but he never really wanted to,, But no one can really defy their parents can they.

"it's alright, we can continue watching some later when that old man's in bed, alright?"

"alright,, don't take too long like last time!"

Hope this wasn't a bad set of headcanons! have a great day to whoever requested this and whoever is reading :D

#hypnosis mic x reader #hypnosis mic #hypmic #ichiro yamada #samatoki aohitsugi #kuko harai #kuko x reader #samatoki x reader #ichiro x reader

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moonlight-tmd · 5 months

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I'm feeling miserable so i'm gonna project it onto my comfort character.

In the past few days the others on the team have been asking Bee to help with stuff- carrying boxes, transporting supplies, carrying more crates from one place to another. He even was helping around town on small construction sites.

He had little time to rest before someone asked him to help with something or do some chores. So 3 days of almost non-stop physical work and few hours of recharge in total he decided to stay in berth to rest.

That didn't go as planned cuz an hour or so after he woke up Optimus went into his room and forced him out- well, forced is a strong word; he told him to stop being lazy and get up cuz there were things for him to do. So Bee did.

He was feeling miserable, his frame ached all over, his joints barely did what he told them and he was tired, yet he got up and went to do what Bossbot told him. He didn't wanna let everyone down cuz he was feeling a little worse than usual. Afterwards he was caught by Prowl bringing more potted plants into his room and asked if Bee could help. So Bee did.

It hurt to bend down and pick up seemingly light objects, let alone walk, his sense of balance also got iffy. It wasn't long before his servo slipped and the pot with the plant shattered. Prowl wasn't happy, Bee tried to help...

What he didn't know was that Ratchet stood not far away and saw the whole situation, he watched Bee closely as his medic senses tingled: Bee was moving rather stiff, he took notice of the way he tensed up when someone or something touched him, as if he was in pain. His usual expression was also out of place somehow.

He approached the scout as he tried to grasp one of the pot shards to help Prowl.

"Oh- hey Ratch'!" Bee greeted, if he had trouble lifting himself up from the floor he tried his best to hide it. No success tho, Ratchet saw right thru it and with a concerned expression asked him to come to medbay with him. He took notice of the slight swaying as the scout walked next to him.

Bee struggled to get on the medberth, his limbs felt weaker than ever. Ratchet quickly jumped into action and gently lifted him up with his magnet and laid him on the medberth.

"What's wrong, Docbot?" Bee asked, slightly confused.

"You tell me." Ratchet began while walking over to the console next to where Bee was. "You're been acting odd all day- you're stiff and swaying, not to mention unusually clumsy."

Bee shouldn't have been surprised that Ratchet would suspect something, "Well, i am kinda tired... and my frame aches." His voice kind of quieter at the last part.

"Where?" Ratchet asked. "Um... everywhere?"

"Do you have an idea what could have caused this?" Ratched took the scanner and a swarm of lasers washed over Bee as he spoke. "No, i was just doing the usual."

"Define 'usual'." Ratchet finished the scan and waited for Bee's system diagnostics. "Uh, I played some games, drove around the city, helped out others with stuff.."

"What did you help out with exactly?" Ratchet said, a slight suspicion in his voice that made Bee a little uncomfortable. He didn't do anything wrong but still. He began listing off things he did: helping out Sari with packages, bringing supplies, helping Bulkhead move paint crates into his room, helping around construction zones and unloading the supply shipments with Optimus and some other 'minor' things few other people asked him to do. He mentioned playing games til late at night cuz he couldn't fall into recharge.

"...-i wanted to stay in berth today but Optimus told me to 'stop being lazy' and to go get the oil supply back to the plant." Bee said, if he wanted to say something more he didn't bcuz Ratchet got his diagnostics and connected the dots right this moment.

"You ain't lazy! You've been working your aft off with little time to rest-your frame is overworked and can't keep up with your processor. No wonder you're struggling with minor tasks, you're supposed to be in berth resting." Ratchet told him sternly yet with the quieter tone of voice. "Ya shouldn't have done so much physical work."

"But i had to help, they asked me nicely so-" Bee tried to justify but for nothing. "Then you should have said 'no' and went to rest! Ya can't throw your well-being aside cuz someone said 'please'." Ratchet scolded him.

"You're on mandatory leave until you fully recover." He said while going over to the med supply corner and coming back with some oil and 2 pills. "Here, take these. They'll help with the pain."

Ratchet helped Bee lean up to take the pills, he couldn't get a proper hold on the cube with oil so Ratchet helped him drink it. Bee wanted to go back to his room but the old medic stopped him and told him to rest in medbay so no one will disturb him. He gave him a pillow and a blanket and tucked him in. Bee appreciated how gentle Ratchet was being with him, even if it was a little unusual.

"Try to get some recharge, i'll go inform the rest." He said and left the medbay. Bee was left alone, only the soft buzzing of the tech in the med station filling in the silence. It was kind of comforting really, the medbay was dim on its own without the lamps blasting light like when Ratchet was fixing someone in the group. Slowly he rolled onto his side, careful not to move too much. He closed his optics and let himself relax- the pills were already starting to work, his tense struts and mesh-filling easing up and the pain slowly numbing away. He let himself fall into recharge.

In the meantime Prowl had just finished cleaning up the mess when Optimus came in and asked where was Bee cuz he had another task for him. Bulkhead was present too as he came out of his room after he heard something shatter.

"He ain't gonna do anything." Ratchet appeared right behind him. He wasn't happy.

"Why? Did something happen?" Was all the Prime said and it was enough to light the fuse and make Ratchet go off.

"Yeah, it did- his frame's overworked because your lazy afts couldn't do your chores on your own!" All of them had wide optics, "Wh-what?" Optimus stuttered, Ratchet continued in a slightly calmer tone. "Did none of you notice he was behaving differently? He's physically worn out, not to mention in pain because of how much physical work you've been throwing at him." Ratchet crossed his arms, he was thoroughly annoyed at the ignorance of his teammates.

"But he's always energetic-" Prowl started but Ratchet cut him off. "Just because someone's energetic doesn't mean they can handle the same amount of work as bigger bots. You should know it yourself, you're also not fit for heavy physical work." Prowl was indeed a minibot too, his motorbike alt was proof of how small he actually was compared to others, if it wasn't for his height he would have been smaller than Bee. Ratchet's statement made him shut up.

The docbot continued to scold the team for a bit, answering the few quetions they had- it became clear that Bee was too kind to refuse helping... after that Ratchet went back to medbay. He closed the shutter that was the makeshift doors to medbay and went over to his desk. As he passed by he stopped and took notice of Bee recharging peacefully. In the corner of his optic he noticed the little beaver plush in a doctor outfit sitting on a shelf- Bee gave it to him after he and Sari went to that 'amusement park' place. He took the plush and carefully put it in the scout's arms. A little smile appeared on his scarred derma, he watched the young bot for a bit, a feeling of comfort in his Spark, before he finally made it to his desk and continued looking thru the med files.

When he woke up the next day he was greeted by Bee. "Better, it only hurts a little bit when i move." Bee answered happily when the old bot asked him how he felt. Ratchet left and shortly after returned with 2 cubes of oil for himself and Bee. Bee's oil was lacking in taste a little- the scout always made his oil very sweet and with few other ingredients, the medic didn't know how to make it so he only threw a couple of sweeteners in. Still Bee was happy that Ratchet brought him oil so he didn't have to get up.

He felt strong enough to pull himself against the tilted end of the medberth into a semi-sitting position, this time he could grab the cube on his own. He was given only one pill and downed it and the oil in one go.

He and Ratchet talked for a bit before Sari came in for a visit, all the rooms had human sized entrances from the time of them being a part of a factory. She heard how Bee was doing from others and wanted to apologize. "As much as i like having you near i'd prefer if you didn't touch me today." He nervously chuckled when she placed her hand on his arm and leaned on it to get closer.

She brought her nintendo switch and laid next to him, mindful not to lean on him, and let Bee watch her play Legend of Zelda. Bee was surprisingly quiet, only talking to guide Sari to the right location or telling fun facts about the game that he found while playing himself. He let Sari do the most talking- she wasn't too loud, like Ratchet told her, and the talking was lulling him back to the semi-recharge state. He just enjoyed having her around and hearing her talk.

At one point Optimus came in to give something to Ratchet and to check on Bee. He was sorry about what happened yesterday and how rough he was being with him lately. It was all good now though.

Bee stayed in medbay for 2 days in total and had a day off afterwards to get back on his pedes properly. The others stayed mindful to not give him too much physical work afterwards, they all felt bad for accidentally making Bee suffer.

#maccadam #tfa #tfa bumblebee #long post #tfa ratchet

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Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

"Oh ho... Aren't you a little mature to be walking around with hickeys my dear sister?" Thatch crept up on you and poked a tender spot on your neck.

"Shut it." you groaned, "He got a little carried away."

"Oo that thing is ugly, yoi." Marco added entering the kitchen.

"You guys suck." you mumbled.

"Not us, but clearly your boyfriend." Thatch chuckled.

"I hate you." you tossed a baby carrot at him.

"Awe, what kind of brother would I be if I didn't tease my favorite sister?"

"Your only sister." you sneered.

"That doesn't mean you can't be the favorite."

"If I was really the favorite you'd help me get rid of it because the second Ace sees I will never hear the end of it."

Marco took a coin out of his pocket and gently raked it across the bruised skin.

"I'm pretty sure that's an old wives tale." you commented as he stepped back.

"The swelling went down a little." Thatch sounded surprised.

"You'll have to do it a few times to make this monster go away. You should probably go put some makeup on it, yoi."

"I'll take over here." Thatch pushed you toward the door.

You went upstairs without protest to dab some concealer on your neck.

When you came back down dinner was ready and everyone was sitting at the big dining room table waiting for you. Your brothers and their girlfriends had managed to leave you a seat between Pops and Zoro. The greenette was still a little stiff from your surprising interaction earlier and adorably averted his gaze as you claimed your chair.

"It's nice of you to join us, lass." your father rumbled.

"Sorry for making you wait." you murmured as Thatch began passing bowls of sides around.

Conversation shifted to the anual Newgate Christmas party, which was one of the biggest parties of the year only second to the joint celebration of New Year's and Ace's birthday. You hadn't been to either in so long planning it was getting you excited. You just had to promise not to start a fight this time.

After dinner everyone helped clear the table and disappeared leaving you alone in the kitchen elbow deep in soapy water. It wasn't your favorite chore but you turned on some music and shuffled around making the best of it.

"I could keep digging

Provide all the things that you're missing boy

But why should I worry that I'm not enough

Say you don't like me - "

You were so absorbed in swaying and singing that you hadn't noticed anyone enter the kitchen.

"Enough to stand up and just fight me boy

Then we will both know that it's time to give up -"

He smirked watching you get more involved in the song, not having the will or the heart to interrupt.

"If I could just tell you

I've fallen in more than I care to now

It's strange, so afraid I might be in love...

Slow down, slow down

Take it from the beginning

I'm here why are you still aro-..."

As you were finishing the chorus you turned cutting yourself off in a gasp at the sight of your company.

"Zoro, shit... You scared me!" you flushed wildly and slapped his chest with a kitchen towel.

"I just came to see if you needed a hand," he had a rosy tint to his cheeks as well, "I didn't know you could sing."

"I wanted to be famous when I was a kid." you laughed, "Marco used to help me put on little talent shows at the orphanage."

He chuckled joining you at the sink while your music continued to play.

"Here, you dry," you handed him a freshly rinsed plate, "What did you want to be when you grew up?"

"Still working on that actually," he muttered, " I'm saving up to open a dojo."

"I didn't know you were into martial arts." you handed him another dish.

"Kendo." he specified, "I'm an instructor on the weekend."

"How many jobs do you have?" you couldn't help but smile imagining him teaching little kids.

"Just the three." he answered sliding the plate he had just dried into the cabinet to his right.

"I'm sure you'll have the space you need in no time, sensei." you nudged his elbow earning another light blush from the greenette.

"Maybe a couple more years."

"Let me know if you need anything. I know a lot of realtors through the company."

He nodded.

"Why didn't you try to be famous?" he glanced at you curiously.

"Things changed as I got older," you shrugged, "plus it would have crushed the old man if I didn't want to take after him."

"I'm glad we convinced him to go in there." Nami whispered as she and Al watched the two of you converse from the barely open door.

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It was one of the rare evenings that you had to spend with your boyfriend. You sat with your back against his chest while tattooed fingers absentmindedly fiddled with yours. He was engrossed in some medical show that you had no interest in so you let your mind wander.

Law had noticed your aloof behavior. He may not have spent much time with you, but he could tell when you were tuned out. There was also this nagging feeling of something lacking, like you just couldn't complete the connection. He assumed it was because he was always busy, and unfortunately there wasn't much he could do about that. After the first of the year he'd be taking over for the current attending.

The silence was interrupted by your ringing phone. Seeing Marco's picture flash across your screen gave you an uneasy feeling for some reason.

"Everything ok?" you didn't bother with a greeting.

"It's Pops, yoi," he breathed, "we're headed to the hospital."

"On my way!" you jumped to your feet and ended the call.

Law dropped you off at the hospital, kissing your forehead before you exited. Knowing how stressful these situations can be, especially with all of your siblings he opted to sit this one out. When you entered the emergency room waiting area your eyes immediately fell upon your younger brothers huddled in the corner.

Ace saw you first and rushed to hug you and fill you in on the situation.

"They are going to do some scans and blood work." the raven gently tugged you down to the seat between he and Sabo.

"Basically they think it has spread." the younger blonde added.

"F/N," you heard your older brother call across the room, "we need you to come back for a moment."

You trotted to him and followed him passed the double doors down a darkened corridor to a more private exam room where your father lay.

"Hospice?" Marco questioned as you entered.

"Yes," the redheaded doctor affirmed, " he's reached a stage where we would suggest professional help attend to him at least twice a week. Especially now that he has refused further treatment."

"Refused treatment?!" you all but shrieked.

Thatch shushed you and pulled you into his side, "He doesn't want to deal with the side effects anymore."

"It's now in your best interest to spend time with him and keep him comfortable." the oncologist added.

Your blurrying vision swayed to the enormous man resting quietly in the hospital bed.

"We'll d-do whate-ver he asks." you hiccupped, knowing there would be no way to change his mind.

Your brothers enveloped you while you sobbed.

"We'll admit him to get him stable over the next forty-eight hours. By the time he's released we'll have a hospice schedule mapped out for you."

After the doctors left your brothers sat you down.

"I don't think we should tell the babies." you muttered gnawing on your lip.

"They deserve to know." Thatch argued.

"They're young and they won't understand, yoi." as expected Marco took your side.

"And you know Ace when he's upset. I don't want him to shut down. If they don't know they'll go about like they always have with him." you wiped the moisture from your cheeks, "Pops would prefer that."

Thatch let out a sigh running a stressed hand through his deflated locks, "If that's what you think is best I won't argue."

After collecting yourself you went back out to tell the boys Pops would be admitted and sent them home. You sat in the waiting room a while longer fumbling with your phone. Thatch and Marco would still be a bit longer, staying to be sure paperwork was filled out and Pops was resting comfortably in his room.

Before you could stop to think about it your fingers were gliding over the keyboard on your phone.

Me: I need you.

Zoro: What's wrong? Where are you?

A/N - Song is Eggshells by Wild Child.

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#the one #one piece #x reader #marco the phoenix #roronoa zoro #shanks #whitebeard pirates #zoro roronoa x reader #lyndsyh24 #slow burn #Youtube

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chloe-spade · 9 days

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Tangled Up Act One: When Will My Life Begin

Seventeen years have passed since that faithful day and the young boy has become a young man with an open window, looking around. He was playing hide and seek with a lovely chameleon he adopted years prior, and now was looking for him.

The Tower's height never scared him anymore as he used his hair to look around for his friends again. It was a morning activity that was fun and helped Silver relax for the day, as predicted. But that wasn't going to deter him from winning the game.

"It seems like Epel isn't hiding out here," Silver hummed as he entered the tower once again.

He stopped for a moment before using a strand of his hair to pull the camouflaged chameleon from his hiding spot and he giggled. "Gotcha!"

"That's so unfair!" Epel pouted, "You always know to find me."

"What did you expect?" Deuce, a bluebird, questioned. "Silver became an expert after a while."

"He's good," Ace, a red hedgehog, added, "You keep underestimated him, and just because you are a chameleon doesn't mean you can't hide from him."

"But I was actually practicing," Epel groaned again.

Silver laughed again and took Epel into his hands, sitting on the window. "Sorry about that. I just like playing this game in the mornings, helps me wake up as well." He paused for a moment, "Well, is it a two out of three?"

Epel made a sour face in response.

"Ok,ok," Silver relented, "What do you guys want to do?"

"Oh, how about we go outside? Like outside, and I mean, outside this tower." Ace recommended, "I heard the grass is much softer when spring slowly turns into summer and I could smell all the flowers."

"And fly around the blue sky." Deuce chirped.

"And maybe I can actually win at hide and seek," Epel added, "This tower is becoming predictable for hiding spots. I need more space and atmosphere."

"No," Silver objected, "Come on, I like it in here and so do you guys."

"Not really."

"I wouldn't so."

"I hate that place."

Silver rolled his eyes, and lifted Ace and Epel, "For you guys, it's not, but it's nice and homey for me, like Father intended. Now, are you going to help me clean?" Silver smiled and grabbed his broom looked at the clock and watched how the clock struck 7:00.

☀️

7 AM, the usual morning lineup

Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean

Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up

Sweep again and by then it's like 7:15

☀️

Silver sighed as he looked up at the clock, it was exactly 7:15. He was almost exhausted from how fast he worked, but he was done.

"Already?" Ace questioned, "That was fast."

"Time flies when you do chores, I suppose," Silver chuckles, "Let's have some fun."

☀️

And so I'll read a book, or maybe two or three

I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery

I'll play guitar and knit and cook and basically

Just wondering, when will my life begin?

☀️

"Ace, stop," Silver huffs, "They're warm, and you need to wait," he puts down the tray, "I don't want you to have a tummy ache before lunch."

"You also ate all the cookies before everyone else," Deuce added, "which sucks."

"You glutton," Epel scoffed.

"It was good," Ace pouted, "and that means eating cookies as well."

"No fighting," Silver lectured, before he looked above the fireplace and stood back, "Hey, don't you think that looks, uh, bland?"

The Animal Trip looked over at the area and examined it.

"Pretty bland," Ace agreed, "It needs something, like your touch. Like, a…"

"Like, a portrait! Or a beautiful painting." Deuce cheered.

"I even have some ideas!" Epel beamed.

Silver smiles and gets up onto the furnace, Deuce delivers his paints and paintbrush, and he starts to examine and looks around, and starts to paint for a while until lunch begins.

☀️

Then after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking

Papier-mâché, a bit of ballet and chess

☀️

"Checkmate," mumbled a dazed Silver, on the floor, wrapped around his hair. But it was worth it to finally beat Deuce in chess, even though he'll bruise later.

"Are you ok!?" Epel gasped in worry.

"I told him that dancing while playing what a bad idea," Deuce sighed. "But he was stubborn."

"..at least he wasn't sleeping," Ace piped up.

☀️

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle-making

Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch

Take a climb, sew a dress

☀️

"I hate this," Ace muttered, "It's tight." He struggled as the dress slowly began to tighten his quills, causing some of the fabric to break apart.

"…well, you are ripping it apart," Deuce muttered, resting on Silver's shoulder.

Silver smiles and looks back at the book, "This is what the book says. And it looks nice, and I made sure it'll be good for you."

Epel laughs, "It's nice and funny. And I think it fits you so well."

Ace pouted, looking down, "Stop it…this was embarrassing. Why couldn't Epel wear this?"

"He knows that if he were to touch me, I'm about to bite him," Epel answered with pride.

Silver watched and yawned, having a feeling of a more boring day. He walks upstairs, grabs the books rests on his bed, and yawns once more, looking down at the books with boredom, already prepared to reread everything.

☀️

And I'll reread the books if I have time to spare

I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's a room somewhere

And then I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair

Stuck in the same place I've always been

☀️

"Thank you," Silver took the brush from Deuce and sighed, "You guys are right. Outside would be much more fun than all of this. It's got so tiring, being here all day. And with everything here all at once, I need something new, and I want that."

☀️

And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin'

And wonderin' and wonderin'

When will my life begin?

☀️

Silver climbs down walks over to the window and looks up at the sky, watching the sky filled with different stars above, whenever his birthday comes. He wants to feel it. Feel the fire within the lanterns and feel the breeze that'll allow them to be carried to the heavens.

☀️

Tomorrow night, lights will appear

Just like they do on my birthday each year

☀️

Silver slowly began to paint himself with his new painting, watching the strange stars from beyond the trees and wishing to be there with his friends and his father, enjoying his birthday. The one wish he always wanted to ask every year and he concluded that it was that year he won't hesitate.

☀️

What is it like out there where they glow?

Now that I'm older, Father might just let me go

☀️

Silver sighed as he rested on the window again, but with a more somber face than his previous happiness from earlier. To think he would laugh his friends off about how boring the tower was but now he sees it, feels it, and hates it. He just sighed sadly again, looking up.

Deuce, Epel, and Ace go over to Silver and begin to comfort him, by nuzzling him.

"Hey, it'll be alright," Ace spoke, "maybe this year, he'll stop treating you like a prisoner and let you go."

"Maybe," Silver agreed, "but I know my father. No matter what I said, it would be told on deaf ears. Like last year, and the many years before that."

"Silver, know that you'll get your wish, and we'll be right here beside you, watching those lanterns fly up into the sky." Silver giggles softly and pets Deuce's feathers.

"Hey, I'll be fine," Silver yawned and walked away to his bedroom, "I'll ask him soon…I promise."

He entered his room, looking at the paintings he made when his hair was long enough too. He lay down on his bed, looking up at them before he felt his eyes gotten heavy. He hums and slowly falls asleep, using his hair as a soft blanket, as he tends to do.

"He's been up here for years," Deuce mourned, "I hope he can finally walk on the grass and have fun." He nuzzles Silver's head, "It'll be better than just being cooped up in here."

"Yeah," Ace groaned, "He's so…I don't want to say this but he's pretty clueless about the world. I mean, he didn't know what I was when we met, and he called me a small mini dog, with spikes."

Epel chuckled, "He was only 7, Ace, but it did cement his living situation. Now, come on, we should rest before Crewel comes back." They walk over and carefully rest themselves within Silver's hair and slowly drift to sleep, enjoying the soft hair.

☀

The Kingdom of Sol was not so far, especially to an outsider. With King Lilia in charge, the kingdom is a thriving location with every celebration becoming a long-awaited tradition that everyone knows of.

Another known thing was the thieves.

Three wanted thieves were now on top of the kingdom, ready to go one of the most horrendous crimes of all time.

"Look at the view," Fang hummed, "I could never get old of it."

"Indeed, but we have a job to do," Jade reminded, pulling Fang towards an open window that Floyd had opened, "and don't forget, you owe Azul after that horrendous stunt of yours. It was either this or your tongue."

Fang groaned, "I get it, I get it."

Fanf was a thief, a thief who accidentally stole from Azul Ashengrotto, a man who works for himself, and now has to repay his new debt, the only thing he could steal is the kingdom crown, and it was either his own life or a luxury he could steal.

Many do not know much about Fang, the other being known as the Beastman. He wasn't feared, per se. Just wanted since childhood to steal anything he could eat, wear, and steal. He was caught occasionally, but he had some small allies that always got him out.

"Don't worry," Floyd giggled, "if this is valuable to repay your debt, then you steal it. It's quite simple."

Fang huffs and wraps himself with a rope, "You doubt me?"

Jade and Floyd roll their eyes and begin to move Ruggie down into the crown room. Fang carefully looks around to make sure the guards are around the crown, making sure that nobody comes in or out. The crown sits ideally onto a special case, with the name "Silver" engraved on the podium it remained on, and looks like it hasn't been touched in years, well, until Fang's hand grabbed and stuffed it into his satchel.

He didn't know why Azul wanted such a remarkable yet clearly sentimental item. Fang was appalled when he was told about the job and almost got his tongue ripped out. He was a thief, but he was not low enough to steal something that meant so much. But he had to do it, regardless of his feelings.

He almost jumped as a guard sneezed.

"Ah, spring fever, right?" Fang teased.

"Y-yeah, not the best at the mom-," The guard answered before quickly turning around, locking eyes with Fang.

It was only a moment before his spear almost gutted Fang, and the thing that saved him was a quick pull from the twins.

Fang laughed as he landed on the castle roof, with glares from Jade but a giddy smile from Floyd.

"Was that really necessary?" Jade sighed as they began to climb down.

"Who cares! It was fun, almost seeing Fangy getting gutted," Floyd added with a laugh.

"Guys!" Fang laughed, "Sneaked into the castle, through the guards, and stole the most valuable item all in one morning, and if that doesn't tell you that this was going to be a great day, then you'll be extremely wrong! This just become a very great day!"

☀️

"Today's the day," Silver announced, "Today's the day I'm going to ask him."

"Finally," Ace groaned, "you've been cooped here for years, and now's the day you asked. But I have a bad feeling about this."

"How so?" Questioned Silver, putting away his art supplies, "I think now that I'm older, he's bound to be more understanding. I'm almost 18 years old, and I'm strong and responsible enough to help out."

"We know," Deuce chuckled, "We watched how you trained for this day."

"All the bruises and splinters are all worth it, "Silver smiles and carefully set the paintbrushes down, "I'm excited, and I'm so prepared for this, but I have to be very convincing/"

"Have you practiced in the mirror?" Epel asked.

"Of course I have, not that it works as my impression of Father is not the greatest." Silver admitted. "But I know what to say and what to do and if things do go south, I know how to distract him."

"Silver!" A man called from below, "My little flower!"

Silver gasped and helped the animals behind the curtains. "Ok, just stay here. I got this…just pray for me."

"Our little paws are crossed." Epel whispered as Silver walked away.

"Silver, I'm not getting younger down here," Silver's Father, Crewel announced, fixing his hair. Silver peaks out and quickly set his hair on the small hook and released his hair, watching it fly down onto the ground, easily for Crewel to grab it and use it as a rope, Silver pulled it with all his strength, raising Crewel to the top of the tower's window. Silver helps Crewel inside takes his cape, and proceeds to hang it on the nearby hanger.

"Oh, Silver," Crewel cooed, cupping Silver's cheeks, "how could you do that without fainting? It must've been so tiring for such a delicate flower such as yourself."

Silver chuckled, "I know but I'm used to it, and besides, it makes me stronger every day." Crewel smiles and pats Silver's head.

"That's why I'm so proud of you," He laughed, "such a cute young boy."

"Not that young," Silver protested.

"Tomoto, Tomato," Crewel laughed, smelling the air. "Oh! What delicacy you baked today?"

"Oh, the usual, chocolate chip cookies."

Silver answered, set down his stool, and gave Crewel his brush. He sits down and gives Crewel his hair to brush. Silver begins to hum, but unknowingly to him, he is humming so fast that the magic of his hair comes and goes within a few seconds. That caused a small panic in Crewel as he brushed quickly and gasped as the magic surrounded him.

"Silver," Crewel lectured, "What has gotten into you? That was…oddly fast. What's the deal?" Silver flushes a little, and looks over at the hidden painting, watching Ace, Epel, and Deuce egged him on.

"Well, I was just excited about something."

"Hmm, what about?"

"Well, my birthday, Father," Silver spoke up, "Um…we both know that my birthday is tomorrow, and I have one massive request that would make me very happy."

"Other than the paints, sewing supplies, hair supplies, gardening supplies, and the newest brush after you broke your old one?" Crewel teased and laughed. "Aw, don't worry, if its for my sweet little flower, anything."

Silver took a breath and said, "I want to see the floating lights…"

"Floating lights?"

"….ah, well, I could be more specific." Silver stammered, "I want to see the floating lights that I see every night on my birthday. And I mean, by seeing them, not just from the tower, but outside. Out there, and I know you think I'm not ready for it, but I know I'm ready."

Crewel's eyes darkened for a moment, but kept a kind smile, "You mean those bright stars?"

Silver sighs, "They're not stars, Father."

He climbed up and showed Crewel a star diagram he created years prior, causing a small gasp from Crewel. "I recorded every moment of star movements depending on the year, but these stars only appeared on my birthday as dusk appeared, it's a repeating pattern and I know that." Silver climbs down and shows his newest painting, which surprised Crewel again, "All I'm asking is for this one day to see these in person and that it'll make my life complete."

Crewel was silent for a moment, before sighing. "I understand you, I truly do," he stood up and asked Silver to get down to stroke his hair, "You are already capable but…you want to go outside? Why, Silver."

Crewel chuckled before walking towards the window and closing the doors.

"Look at you, as fragile as a flower. Just a little sapling, just a sprout. You know why we stay up in this tower?"

"Yes, I do, but," Silver began but was interrupted.

☀️

That's right, to keep you safe and sound, dear

I always knew this day was coming

Knew that soon you'd want to leave the nest

Soon, but not yet

☀️

"But—," Silver protested but was interrupted by his father again, finger on his lips.

☀️

Shh! Trust me, pup

Father knows best

☀️

A hip to the tower and the smallest window close, leaving the tower dark but Silver was prepared as he prepared a candle to look around for Crewel but didn't expect a scare from him as he looked. He was now annoyed but kept his composure.

☀️

Father knows best, listen to your father

It's a scary world out there

Father knows best, one way or another

Something will go wrong, I swear

☀️

Silver wasn't exactly convinced, especially when Crewel had to grab his hair to cast an illusion of a thief, trying to steal his hair, that was until he tripped onto the floor and all spooky shadows of things he should fear. It even ended with a crude shadow of a man, ready to grab if it wasn't for Silver's quick reflexes.

☀️

Ruffians, thugs, poison ivy, quicksand

Cannibals and snakes

The plague

☀️

"Wait no!" Silver gasped.

"Yes!" Crewel cackled, shining the green light onto Silver's face.

"Father, please-," Silver begged, only to be pushed onto the floor by a mop, and face to face with a horrible painting of a shared tooth man.

☀️

Also large bugs

People with pointy teeth, and

Stop, no more, you'll just upset me

☀️

Silver sighs and looks around for his father again. He sees Crewel and walks toward him, but once he does, it is just a mannequin. Silver frowns and looks back at the stairs, lights leading up and Crewel walking down with a smirk.

☀️

Father's right here, Father will protect you

Darling, here's what I suggest

Skip the drama, stay with Papa

Father knows best

☀️

"Father, I think you overreacting," Silver groaned, "I am fully aware of those horrible things. I am not stupid, nor naive."

☀️

Go ahead, get trampled by a rhino

Go ahead, get mugged, and left for dead ("Father, enough..")

Me, I'm just your father, what do I know?

I only bathed and changed and nursed you

Go ahead and leave me, I deserve it

Let me die alone here, go on be my guest ("You are pushing it, Father,")

When it's too late, you'll see, just wait

Father knows best

☀️

Silver gasped as he looked up again, and Crewel was gone, only the scent of the candle wax by the stairs. Silver sighs grabs a match and starts to light the candles again, completely unaware that Crewel was putting them out simply with his fingers.

☀️

Father knows best, take it from your popsy

On your own, you won't survive

☀️

A mirror appeared in front of Silver, and Crewel appeared on its side, looking Silver up and down as if he was judging him up and down, which in hindsight, is not a great move.

☀️

Your sloppy, underdressed, immature, clumsy

Please, they'll eat you up alive

☀️

Crewel grabbed Silver and started to wrap his hair all around him, causing Silver to become entrapped, muffling towards his Father to let him out, with Crewel laughing.

☀️

Gullible, naïve, positively grubby

Ditzy and a bit, well, hmm, vague

Plus, I believe, gettin' kinda chubby

☀️

That was until he flung Silver like he was a spinning top toy, which annoyed Silver as Crewel grabbed his chin, so they met eye to eye. "You are not…," Silver whispers, trying to hide his nausea, "…funny.."

☀️

I'm just saying 'cause I love you

Father understands, Father's here to help you

All I have is one request

☀️

Silver finally loses his balance and lands in Crewel's arms, feeling Crewel comforting him.

"Silver?" Crewel spoke softly towards him.

"What is it?" Silver groaned, looking up.

"Don't ever ask to leave this tower again," Crewel demanded, his grip becoming tight around Silver's shoulder.

"Yes, Father…" Silver finally yielded.

"I love you very much, my child," Crewel cooed.

"I love you more."

"I love you most."Crewel grinned and kissed Silver's hair, his hand now caressing it.

☀️

Don't forget it, you'll regret it

Father knows best

☀️

Silver didn't know what to say after that conversation after all that had happened, so instead, he went to his room to get his mind off it.

"Maybe Father is right," he spoke to himself, looking at the mirror, questioning if he was even ready to go out of the old tower, a place that he lived in for so many years. "Maybe I'm asking for too much from him…" He sighs, lying down on his bed.

☀️

I've got my Father's love

I shouldn't ask for more

I've got so many things

I should be thankful for

Yes, I have everything

Except I guess, a door

Perhaps it's better that I stay in

But tell me, when will my life begin?

☀️

"Silver," Crewel called out, "I'm ready to leave again," He announced, getting ready. Silver takes a small breath and walks downstairs, trying his best to look unaffected by Crewel's cruel words, and grabs his hair to let down.

Crewel frowns and hugs Silver, "Oh, don't be like that, my flower, I know what I was was horrible but I need you to know that I'm worried about you."

"I-I know," Silver stammered softly, and started to let his hair down.

Crewel sighs and looks at Silver again. "I never meant to hurt you, my flower, but this world is not ready for someone as extraordinary as you or your hair." He grabbed onto the hair, "I'll be back, ok? I love you, my dear."

"I love you too," Silver mumbled softly.

"No more mumbling," Crewel managed to say before sliding down. As he departed down, he called out, "I'll be back with lunch!"

Silver watched him walk away before letting his hair down and mumbling, "I'll be here."

Silver noticed Deuce on his shoulder and sighed, "I'm sorry. I thought I could convince him, and I just froze up. Like I always do."

"I wouldn't blame ya," Epel talked, climbing onto the window. "Your father seems very mean."

"No, he isn't. He's just…overprotective." Silver defended, "…I hope he's wrong. Maybe I still have a chance."

☀️

Despite running what felt like an eternity, the royal guards are still right on their trail. "Jade, can we do something about these annoying guards," Floyd said, annoyed that he was running away from them instead of doing the chasing. "I just want to squeeze them now."

"As much I want to say yes, we are unfortunately outnumbered," Jade responded, sounding extremely out of breath.

They hear the stomping of the guards' horses getting close, and they all quickly run to the left and hide in the thick brush of the forest. They finally were able to breathe for a moment, just as long they didn't give their location away.

"Okay, once the coast is clear we'll take the long way back," Ruggie whispers to the twins.

"What? I don't want to do that," Floyd answered, "this mission was incredibly boring from the start."

"It's either we have a long walk or get captured."

Their short conversation ended when they heard a horse's whale coming right for them. And as the thieves got out of their hiding spot, a large horse destroyed the bush. Looking more furious than the captain himself "I found them!" The apparent captain shouted, alerting the rest of his team.

Once again, Ruggie and the twins begin to run away. While he and Floyd throw many insults at the guards. They ran farther and farther into the woods, able to lose most of the guards but some were very close by. They were able to stop once again, this time behind oak trees, with some old and withered, wanted posters, of them.

"I didn't expect to see these far out here," Jade remakes.

"I guess it shows how popular we have gotten over the last few months," Floyd responded, somewhat admiring the well-drawn wanted papers.

"Azul better keeps his end of the bargain of his deal, because I'm not going to die over some stupid crown," Ruggie mumbled to himself. "Well that's what you get when you try to steal something from him," Jade said with a smug look on his face.

Before stealing the royal crown, Ruggie was already in hot water when he decided to steal a valuable item from Azul. For him not to get squeezed to death by Floyd, Azul offered him a deal.

"If you want to live for another day, you would have to steal the lost prince's crown, after all, a lot of people are willing to buy it at a high price," Azul told him those few days ago, which at that point Ruggie is starting to wish he didn't take the offer. Ruggie hopes that Azul might be generous enough to lend him some of that money after he's risking his life for this act of service. As they pay attention to their surroundings, Ruggie notices his wanted poster…and gets irritated seeing it.

"Oh come on you got to be kidding me," he spoke, ripping off the poster from the tree.

"What is it, Fang," Floyd asked.

"…they got my ears wrong again." Ruggie showed the twins the poster, showing them a drawn picture of himself, only that his ears looked more like cat ears than his hyena ones. "Are they that hard to even draw them?" Ruggie asked, offended by this discovery.

"I'm rather surprised that finally made you upset, you did have to deal with my brother for the past 24 hours and he didn't make you this annoyed," Jade spoke.

"Compared to your guy's wanted poster it looks fantastic, and then there's mine, they always mess up the ears."

That's when the conversation stopped once more, as they heard the familiar voices of the guards, they all stood low and quickly moved. That's when the three reach a large piece of earth, blocking off their path.

"Well crap," Floyd spoke. "It's best that we think of a plan now before the guards catch up," Jade informed. Ruggie noticed this little cliff was much taller than the twins and himself, but not too tall to lift someone over.

"Okay, I have an idea," Ruggie said. "Are we going to lift someone up?" Floyd asked.

"Glad you caught on," Ruggie stated, "since you two are tall enough, you can help me get over the ledge and I could lift you two up with me." The twins looked at each other, suspicious about Ruggie's idea, but since they had no choice they had to do it.

"Alright, just give us the satchel first," Jade spoke.

"Really?"

"Just because we've known you for a few days doesn't mean we trust you, so you can either hand it over or we make you lift the both of us." Jade threatened with a calm smile.

Ruggie sighed and handed over the satchel, and they quickly made a human tower, Floyd being the support while Jade lifted Ruggie over. Once done, Ruggie looks down, seeing his teammates.

"Alright, pull me up," Jade spoke "I would, but I got my hands full."

"What-" Ruggie showed the satchel, the strap cut and him holding a small dagger along with it.

"Since I have a sneaky feeling that Azul is going to cheat his way out of the bargain, I wanted to do it first," Ruggie stated getting up quickly.

"Why you little-"

"Tell Azul I said thanks for your guy's volunteer work."

With that, Ruggie began to run off, hearing the twins cursing him out, slowly fading away when he got deeper into the woods.

But unfortunately for him, he was still being followed by one of the guards. "And here I thought I was going to get a break," he thought to himself when he heard the cries of the royal guard's horse. Ruggie had to be quick to get this guard off his trail, so he decided to go under steep hills, and duck under some branches while avoiding the many arrows that were trying to hit him.

That's when he saw a perfect opportunity, not only there was another hill to go down but some tree branches were low enough for him to grab on. As he runs towards it, he gets his momentum ready and focuses. Right before going down the hill, he jumps onto the branch, with his speed as well he swings around the branch and surprises the unexpected guard. Kicking behind the head was enough for him to fall off his horse, who ran down the hill in the meantime. But stopped when it noticed his owner fell off. Ruggie lands and is shocked and dizzy.

"I didn't expect that to work but man, that was incredible." Before he could do anything else, he realized that not only did he recognize the horse from earlier, but it stopped in his tracks, turned, and glared at him.

"What are waiting for?" Ruggie asked, then grabbed the reigns, "Let's go!"

The horse continued to glare but his eyes slowly drifted to the bag knowing that the stolen crown was hidden in it. He went to snatch it but was pulled away from Ruggie.

"No. This is mine." Ruggie laughs, "It's not nice to steal from- Hey!!"

The horse took another snap at Ruggie's bag, which began a struggle between the two, pulling the satchel back and forth and it seemed like the horse was winning, the unfortunate enemies anciently let their guard down as the satchel was flung to a nearby tree branch over a cliff. Both stare at each other as if to keep an eye on the other.

Ruggie looks over at the horse before jumping off and sprinting towards the satchel, the horse following suit. This was now a war between the hyena and the horse as they pushed, pulled, punched, tripped, and kicked to prevent the other from going near the satchel. The horse had the upper hand, pushing Ruggie off the branch, but backfired as Ruggie grabbed onto the log with strength.

Ruggie gripped the tree log for dear life. The growl from the horse informed Ruggie that he shouldn't be there for long, so like a little bug, he scurried, also trying to avoid the horse stomping his hooves to purposely break his hands while he climbed.

"This is such a weird day!" Ruggie called out to the horse, "I just wanted to get rich and now I'm trying to escape a horse. Today is not my day."

Ruggie took the satchel in his hands, having a mere moment of victory, only moving to take the satchel away from the horse. A small creek was heard, as the branch slowly tumbled down due to the two fighting and the extra weight they brought. Both stood still, hoping if they stood still, the branch would not break.

But it was false hope as the branch snapped and fell. The enemies looked at each other before screaming as they tumbled down the cliff. A rock broke the branch, separating the two. The horse immediately got back up after he tumbled, looking for Ruggie, and sniffing the area for him.

Unaware of the horse, Ruggie hid behind a boulder, big enough to hide his small form.

Ruggie panted, only hearing faint sounds of the horse walking past, before accidentally falling through the vines behind him. Confused, he walked through, which led to a small cavern, and at the end was a huge tower, it wasn't even that old and abandoned, but nicely decorated, especially with the vines growing around it.

"Why is there a tower all the way out here?" Ruggie questioned, walking over to it, and looking up at the length.

"I mean, if it's hidden, I should be safe from the knights and those pesky twins." Ruggie grabbed two arrows from the knights and started to climb it, surprised at how huge this tower was, and questioned why it was built in the first place. By the time he got to the window, he sighed to himself and entered the tower. Ruggie looks around for a little bit, surprised at how decorative it was, considering it was an old tower hidden from society.

"..well," he laughs, "this is a perfect place for me to hide in. And," he opens the satchel, "we are alone at last." The last thing that happened was a huge clang and a body was now on the floor unconscious.

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sorcharavenlock · 10 months

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10. Just Another Manic Monday

"I can't stand those stupid internet lists," I grumble. I woke up in a mood. "Top Ten Most Attractive Avengers! Really?!"

"Please tell me Thor is not listed," Loki rolls his eyes.

"Number one, every single time. It's not even fair when half of his competition wears a mask or a helmet!

Besides, he's not even that handsome, to be honest. I mean, I can see why some people would find him attractive, but it's clear who got the best looks in your family."

I have to stop myself from slapping my hand over my mouth. Did I say that out loud?

Loki turns from bright green to bright pink. Did I just make a ghost blush?

After breakfast, I sit down to write. Loki is quiet, and I presume he's studying in the basement.

When I go to make a cup of tea, however, I find him in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"This contraption is absolutely fascinating!" Loki declares. "It keeps spinning around, tumbling your garments through soapy water!"

"Wait, you've never seen a washing machine before?" I ask. "How did you do laundry in Asgard?"

"I didn't, Loki shrugged. "I had servants for that. I simply dropped my clothing on the floor and I'd find them clean in my wardrobe eventually."

I think for a moment. Getting Loki to help with the chores has been difficult. I suddenly have a cunning plan!

"Well, I'd prefer it if you wouldn't touch the machine. It is complicated and expensive equipment, and I do'nt think it's a good idea for you to operate it."

Loki frowns. "I have you know I was using far more advanced technology long before you were borne! Surely I am more than capable of operating this one!"

"I do'nt know..." I hedge, trying to hide a smile.

"Do not insult my intelligence!" Loki snaps.

"Okay, If you think you can handle it, I'll let you work the washing machine. I trust you."

Loki smiles smugly, happy he got his way.

I show him how to open the machine when it's done and how to add the laundry and detergent.

"You'll have to hang this load out first, after that, you can put the new load in. Call me if you aren't sure what to do!"

"That shall not be needed!" Loki waggles his finger at me.

I leave him guarding the laundry, trying not to smile.

Marianna: 1, god of mischief :0!

Loki spends the rest of his day studying.

In the evening we watch a horror movie together:

After that, I go to bed.

loki however, is suffering from a manic episode and he can not sleep.

First, he practices his magic:

Then he tries to read again, but he can not concentrate. A little while later I wake up to the sound of Heavy Metal.

I find Loki and a friendly spirit rocking out in the sitting room.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!" I yell.

I turn the music off.

"I can't sleep," Loki complains.

"Then find something quieter!"

Loki returns to the basement. The woodworking table that we moved to make room for his bed catches his eye:

Soon, he's made a little statue.

"This will make a nice surprise for Marianna," He thinks to himself.

Loki places it in the sitting room and steals my phone to send a picture to Nea.

He takes a bunch of selfies as well and hangs them around the sitting room.

Above my desk, so I can look at him all the time!

Loki is pretty pleased with himself.

My PC gets his eye next. Not long after, he sets himself up with a social media profile. He's been looking over my shoulder enough when I was checking mine to know how it works.

He also cleans the cat litter box with magic...

hugs and plays with the cats...

... and takes a selfie with Becca when she gets up:

It is the dawn of another day, and we are still no closer to returning Loki back to life...

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182-ash · 2 years

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So if you know me you know I love sickfics sm, they have such potential for comfort and fluff. I swear karl sickfic pt3 is in the works its being written I just got in a bit of a writing slump and lack motivation lol. My solution is writing headcannons and I've chosen the chuckle boys bc I've been binging the podcast and rlly missing Charlie lately

Headcannon for Chuckle sandwich boys caring for you while sick

Charlie🥪

Definitely found out you were sick by making you laugh so hard you had a coughing fit but immediately felt guilty after

The whole time you're sick he just wants to cheer you up and make you laugh so expect many puns

I feel like he was just want to be constantly near you so he brings his work to wherever your sat bed or sofa idk

He'd probably make you tea, try to say "careful, it's hot!" and end up saying "careful, it's tea!", making u both laugh so hard you spill it and end up in another coughing fit. He apologises profusely and rubs your back until it calms down

If you have to throw up he stays with you the whole time and mutters sweet nothings

Gently scoops you up and carries you back to bed

Don't think he'd have an issue with not kissing you if he could cuddle you instead or just kiss your hand dramatically really playing up the gentleman persona

He'd be relativity chill abt meds, he knows they'll help but won't push it if you don't want any, would rather focus on keeping you fed and hydrated

Honestly just looks perfect shape for cuddles, would give you lil back rubs

I can really imagine him being the type to run you a bath and sit either on the toilet(seat down) or just outside the door until you're done

Schlatt🥪

I can imagine him finding out you're sick when you seem more down than usual and aren't joking around as much

"Hold on a sec" *drops jambo into your lap* "keep an eye on them buddy", he goes to get u some meds from the bathroom

We all know this man can't cook so he'll order u some soup to be delivered

I feel like he starts off by making fun of you and joking a bit but stops when he notices how genuinely miserable you look

If you have to throw up he'd be in with you instantly and hold your hair back but constantly over dramatic and joking "Oh god! Oh Jesus! Jesus Christ y/n what the hell"

^when your done he pulls you back to his chest and puts a cold towel on your forehead to help you cool down

Relatively persistent with meds as he knows they'll help you feel better but will be understanding and helpful if you struggle (I can see him making 'shots' jokes if you've gotta take the liquid stuff)

Complains abt your movie choices and won't hesitate to switch them over once u fall asleep

Constantly saying "y/n if you get me sick I swear- " but doesn't stop kissing you so gets sick and is a big baby abt it

Ted🥪

So I feel like he'd be another one to notice when your not as upbeat but he doesn't realise why at first

^ maybe he goes to hug you and then he notices just how warm you are when you lean your head against his shoulder "Hey honey you feeling alright?" "What can I do to help love"

Just wants to help without being overbearing

I want to cry I just lost half of what I'd written for Ted and I was basically done :(

I feel like he'd be another to run you a bath then sit and chat

Is also chill with meds but will try persuade u a bit 1st tho

He'd be focused on making sure u rest

^no-one really mentions this much but he'd do some chores to take the stress of and help you relax e.g washing up or cleaning.

If u have to throw up he'll be rubbing your back and holding your hair then handing u water after

^cares lots abt hydration

Will watch movies with you all day

^just wants you to be comfortable

Okay with not kissing u but wants to hold you close

Hates seeing his s/o this miserable so can't wait for u to be better

I can't think of anything else so thats it for today but enjoy

#dsmp x reader #chuckle sandwich #jschaltt #ted nivison #charlie slimecicle #sickfic

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plushii-gutz · 1 year

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Other half of part 17 PART 18 WILL BE BETTER I PROMISE!! Enjoy the stupid ocs I made for this part

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"Land ahead!"

Punkleton lifted Blasoom high, allowing her to get a good view of the approaching island. They sang happily in chirps, hopping down from their seasonal's grasp and over to the rest. They scattered around, playing kickball with Hoola and Blabbit.

It was a bit after lunch, right after a long nap. Most had wandered off to do their own chores or play their own games. Schmoochle had gifted Attmoz a pink and white scarf, which he now refuses to take off. After taking some of Boo'qwurm's books from their library, he found himself lost in the history of Celestials. Furnoss had already warned him ahead of time that he didn't plan on trying to recreate their past, which the air monster didn't seem to mind at all.

He fell deep into the stories of their creations, the many islands and monsters. He wondered how life would be on Plant Island, how the monsters would feel walking among gods. Did the Celestials even hold this title anymore? They were just monsters now, the only of their species. Once they died, they were gone. Could they ever re-learn their past powers?

"Wait," Attmoz spoke to himself, "Can Celestials die? Actually die?"

Glaishur was gone. Loodvigg, too. Their bodies were empty, there was no life in them. But they were full of these magical powers they hardly knew anything about. Could that mean anything?

Attmoz toyed with the idea. They were gone. End of story. Right? Did Celestials not follow the same story of life as every other monster?

"Hey, Furnoss?"

Looking over, Furnoss was downing his second mug of coffee. Viveine had brewed plenty of the stuff earlier that morning, later reusing it with ice and milk.

"I've never felt better in my entire life."

"Jeez, calm down with that stuff."

"You've got to try this, Attmoz. It's like being struck by lightning."

"H- what? How is that a good thing? Never mind that, I have a question."

The fire elementalists sat his drink aside to talk. Unfortunately, the younger Celestials' questions found no answer from the elder. However, it was given by the seasonal that stood in the kitchen with them.

"I'm not entirely sure, but isn't most of Galvanas powers in their orb thing? Can't any Celestial monster use that to do the same process?"

"The amount of energy could kill a full grown monster," Furnoss explained.

"But would it bring Glaishur back?" Attmoz asked.

"Well, if the initial shock didn't make them drop dead.. Even so, I don't think bringing him back is much a good idea."

"Oh, of course you'd say that."

The air monster rose from his seat, only to be sat back down.

"Attmoz, his body has been there for days. The procedure only worked with the living. Who knows what could become of him if he was forced back alive."

"We don't even know if Celestials bodies can decay!" He argued, "I can do the power stuff, I can bring him back!"

"You're going to kill yourself!"

"You don't know that! And even if I did, why would you care?"

Viveine shyly offered some fruit punch, to which both yelled a harmonized 'no!'

"I've already lost two monsters under my care, and I'm not losing another! Attmoz, I do care about you! There's so much tension that I've been trying to give you space - I've been trying to be a good friend, and I don't know how to make any of this better!"

Their argument had been cut short. Hoola ran into the room, Vhamp and Hornacle running alongside.

"We're here!" She exclaimed. "We won't be able to stay long - enjoy the trip while you can!"

And once more, she was gone. Attmoz maintained a bit of eye contact as he left Furnoss behind.

"We can stay here if you want," Viviene offered.

"No," Furnoss followed the group slowly, "I need to watch the kids. I'm not letting his stupidity ruin my day. Not this one, at least."

Punkleton and Hoola led the many little monsters outside and onto the new island, using a very steep walkway to the top of it. Their excitement turned to nervousness real quick, apart from Torrt as expected. It was a small island, still doubled the size of their previous. It was lined with markets and small houses, a very tiny town formed. Despite the many shops, all were empty. The center of the island was filled with its residents, a stage holding a podium standing tall in the crowd.

"Everyone, please," a monster spoke, "calm down. It's been brought to my attention by many of your concerns. Yes, the weather has been cold. It always is at some point in the year!"

"Never this long!" One from the crowd yelled, "never this long!"

"The island is cooling!" Another chimed in.

Coming closer, the visitors were able to get a better picture of the situation. On the stage stood a Candelavra, assisted by a Kayna. The smaller of the two, Kayna, moved closer behind the other as the voices surrounding them grew louder.

"If Amber Island freezes over, where will we go? The fire islands aren't fit for long-term stay since the storm! Answer us, Cecilia!"

Cecilia slammed her hands against her podium, silencing them.

"I would bring you good news if I could. Firesight only comes when the stars decide such. It isn't mine nor Enya's fault. Now, please. I promise that our home will remain as bright as fire burns. The storm will pass, and we will be ok. I will make sure of it. Carry on with your day at ease."

"As if that'll happen."

"Don't make me come down there!"

The meeting is dismissed. It was obvious that Cecilia's words hadn't changed the fire monsters' minds in any way. She and Enya left for the castle, stressed and worried.

"So," Punkleton used its words to change the mood, "Wanna look around after we get the package? Maybe look through the markets?"

The kids seemed to enjoy the idea, hopping behind as the Spooktacle monster took leadership once more. Attmoz took Galvana's hand, likely knowing how easily they would wander off. They stopped first to get what they primarily had come for. The package was at a small flower shop, colorful and scented sweetly of its many blossoms.

"Ay, Pereskia!" He called out, "Guess who!"

A Barrb looked over, holding a watering can in one hand and a bucket in the other. She donned a sun-bleached sun hat decorated with a ribbon and flowers and soil stained gloves covered with sap, clearly worn out after many years.

"Well, hey, Punkleton! Been a while, huh?"

"Sure has been! Haven't seen you at any of the Spooktacle celebrations recently - how's life, how's the whole gig going? Eh?"

She sat down her items, moving a dirty box from the floor into Punkletons' grasp. The Seasonal took it, holding it under his arm as Pereskia leaned onto the counter.

"Could be better. The sudden shift in temperature has already taken a toll on this island. Hasn't been this bad since our element had been rediscovered, apparently. Buck has been sick, too. Say, who are all of these lil' rascals you brought into my shop?"

"Oh - uh, right."

Furnoss moved to the front, giving an awkward wave.

"Oh my stars!" Pereskia stumbled backward, slipping on her own foot and then jolting back up. "That- That's Furnoss! Where did you find a fucking Celestial?"

"Oh, there's plenty more where that came from," Attmoz leaned over to be seen, holding Galvana out.

"Y-You better not be here for Buck! He isn't that sick, he'll be fine! You ain't takin' all I have left! Scram! Outta my shop!" The Barrb yelled. Her hostility compared nothing to her fear.

"Perry, please, chill," Punkleton moved aside for the rest, "There's a lot to explain, but I'll leave ya with this: we're jus' taking a look around, making sure everything is alright."

"Why ya short?" She asked Galvana.

Galvana poked at her face, giggling. Funny talking plant. They like Pereskia.

"Good answer. Alright, well.. I'm not too sure how the rest will feel seeing ya'll. Maybe try an' keep a low profile. Not too great to have your home fallin' apart, and seeing the guy you hoped to fix everything to be a kid."

The fire elementalist wishes there was any way he could help. Unfortunately, he's too young.

"Celestials powers grow over time," He went on to explain, "And I think it's clear I don't have mine yet."

"I was told Galvana was just born with theres - In that orb, right?"

Furnoss moved back to look at Galvana and Attmoz, but they were gone.

#fallen stars msm #fanfiction #fallen stars au

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