#no beta read

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

Content warnings for this chapter: implied gambling addiction, weapons, implied violence

AO3 link: Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark (2275 words) by She_posts_nerdy_stuff

Chapter One - Jesper

Jesper was late. Again.

He ran out the door of the Slat, jacket half-pulled over his creased shirt and the second sleeve obstinately hiding from him as he rushed into the street. The staves were quiet enough at this time for his hurry to be noticeable, but he didn't have time to care about the strangers glancing at him. He glanced at his watch as he ran, almost tripping over the cobbles. Nine bells. What time had he fallen asleep? He didn’t remember getting back to the Slat, but judging by the exhaustion clinging to his bones it couldn’t have been all that long ago. Dammit, Jesper. He knew he shouldn’t have gone out last night; he knew it would only end up with him being late this morning. But here he was, once again, trying desperately to pass as someone with reasonable respectability as he flew into the university district.

He was more than out of breath by the time he reached the dean’s office, trying to straighten his jacket and smooth his hands over his shirt. It was a deeply boring outfit; a once-white button down and a brown jacket, but Jesper had to forgo his usual Barrel flash on the occasional visits he bothered to make to the university. That didn’t mean he didn’t add his own little flares, of course, but he’d been in too much of a rush this morning to concern himself with that.

“I should have a meeting scheduled,” he said, “Jesper Fahey?”

The receptionist looked him up and down disapprovingly, then opened the almost comically oversized diary sitting on her desk.

“You’re late,”

You don’t think I know that?

“Sorry,”

“He had to start the meeting after yours. Should be another five minutes, but then he has a space open. You can wait over there,”

“Thanks,” 

She made a non-committal ‘mm’ sound, turning back to her other papers. 

Jesper sat opposite the receptionist’s desk, fidgeting, eyes on the door. Why had the dean called him to this meeting? The note had been frustratingly vague, and he’d only seen it because he was coincidentally back at his term-address to collect some fresh clothes when it arrived. There were three more on the table that he’d already missed, so he decided he’d better make it to this one. Maybe they were kicking him out - he wouldn’t be surprised. At least then the decision would be made for him. But if he was expelled, would they somehow inform his father? Jesper shuffled unhappily in his uncomfortable chair.

Another minute passed before the door clicked open and two people emerged through it - the dean, a tall Kerch man in his late forties trying to hide the fact that he was clearly going bald, holding the door for a boy Jesper recognised from one of his classes. A mercher kid, someone had told him on their first day, as they watched the boy walk in and take a seat, something Van Eck. Had some sorta accident when he was a kid, been blind ever since. He looked much younger than Jesper, though he knew they must be about the same age, with soft features and angelic, ruddy curls floating around his head like gravity had taken a liking to him and given them a free pass. Jesper had to admit, he found the kid intriguing. Even in the lessons he’d shown up to, he had several times caught himself studying the boy from across the room and had to force himself to look away. Even if whatever-his-name-was didn’t know he was staring, it still felt rude.

“Thank you, sir,” he was saying to the dean as he slipped through the door, slender cane tapping the ground in front of him.

It was almost rhythmic, like a beat that was waiting for someone to add a melody. The dean had noticed Jesper, he could tell, but waited until the Van Eck kid had left the room before he said:

“Mr Fahey. You came,”

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, and then when a brief pause added: “And that I missed the previous meetings you scheduled. I, er, had a problem receiving mail,”

“I see,” he said, a little coolly, eyes flicking over Jesper, “Well, come in,”

Jesper sat in front of the desk, drumming his fingers in his chair, waiting to be told that he was expelled. But the dean just droned on and on, without the final hit ever seeming to come.

“The only class you’ve attended in the last month is Economic Principles for Business and Markets - and even for that you’ve only attended three lessons,” he was saying, when Jesper suddenly remembered he was supposed to be listening and quickly tuned in, “Perhaps we could change your course load to classes more similar to this one, see if that helps motivate you. Do you enjoy Economics?”

Jesper did not. He shrugged.

“Not particularly,”

“Then may I ask why it’s the only class you’ve consistently attended? - even if you do have twelve late marks in it across the year,”

It hadn’t really been a conscious decision. It was an afternoon class, twice a week, easy to get to at least one of them if he got himself together enough - late enough that he’d probably be awake, early enough that he probably wasn’t on a job or in a gambling den. 

“I have a partner project in that class,” he said, truthfully, “I don’t want to let anyone down,”

“Perhaps you should consider not letting yourself down, Mr Fahey,”

Saints, he didn’t hold anything back did he? Jesper shuffled.

“Who’s your partner for this project?”

“Helena Dentte,”

The dean nodded.

“I’m going to switch who you’re working with,”

Jesper wasn’t sure what good that was supposed to do, but he didn’t argue. Helena was nice enough, but she was infuriatingly motivated and it drove him slightly mad when she suggested they meet to study after almost every class - and she probably hated his guts for the curse he was to be partnered with.

“What about the rest of your course?” he glanced through the papers on his desk, “You haven’t attended Comparative Literature - Kerch and Zemeni Poetry since going once last month, your other classes longer,”

Jesper just shrugged again. He was sinking slowly but surely deeper into his chair.

“Not for me,”

“We should look at changing your classes around then. Stick with the business class, whatever’s keeping you there I want to preserve it. But think about what else you’d like to study. If not economics or literature, Mr Fahey, what are you interested in?”

Unwelcome answers offered themselves up in Jesper’s head. He shuffled.

“I don’t know,”

The dean wasn’t particularly impressed. He told Jesper to come back in a week, with at least an idea of what else he might like to study. Sure, Jesper thought, that’s gonna happen.

“I’m very glad you came to this meeting, Mr Fahey. It’s the first step in making a change, and I am only here to help you,”

Jesper mumbled something of a thanks by way of reply as he slipped out the door and slouched away down the corridor.

“Jesper,”

A girl melted from the shadows and appeared at his shoulder, making Jesper jump out of his skin. His hand flinched reflexively towards the revolver hidden in his jacket, but got no further because it only took half a second to see who was talking to him.

“Saints - Inej, you scared the life out of me,”

Inej said nothing for a moment. They walked down the corridor together, would have been shoulder to shoulder if it weren’t for the fact that Inej’s head only just reached Jesper’s shoulder. He’d known Inej Ghafa only a short while, since she’d joined the Dregs a few months ago, but he already doubted he was ever going to get used to the way she appeared and disappeared so quickly, so completely. Never mind any other spiders crawling around in the Barrel, Jesper hadn’t met anyone who could do what Inej could do - to simply erase herself like that, to only be seen when she wanted you to notice her. She was also probably the toughest person he knew - except maybe Kaz, though honestly he might be more scared of getting on Inej’s bad side. Then again, if this was Kaz’s good side maybe he shouldn’t push his luck.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, as they turned the corner.

“Take a wild guess,”

She watched him for a brief moment.

“You’re a student?”

She sounded surprised. That was probably fair.

“Supposed to be. Anyway, I might ask you the same question,”

“Kaz is angry,”

“Kaz is always angry,”

“Kaz is angry with you,”

Jesper shrugged.

“That’s hardly news, Inej. He send you here to get his money? I’ll have it by tomorrow,”

“We both know that’s not true, Jes. And he didn’t send me,” said Inej, frowning, “I came to talk to you, to say you should steer clear of him for a couple of days,”

Really? That bad? Jesper frowned. What had he done to piss off Kaz Brekker this time? 

Inej was studying him, her dark eyes roving slowly over him, her frown remaining intact. She wasn’t exactly what Jesper had expected when Kaz told him a girl from the Menagerie was going to be moving into the Slat, but he wasn’t really sure what he’d been expecting. A broken wisp of a girl, he supposed. Inej wasn’t broken, though she’d clearly taken damage, and she could hardly be described as a wisp. Jesper had seen her fight more than enough times to trust that. 

Inej also had a particular skill for the disapproving look she could get to glitter in her eyes on command - or maybe Jesper just brought it out in her. She touched two fingers to one of the knives slung through her belt, murmuring something in Suli.

“Should you really be carrying those in here?” he asked.

Jesper wasn’t actually sure how many knives Inej had, but there must have been at least five on her person at any given moment. She shrugged.

“You have a revolver in your coat,”

“Yeah, in my coat,” he shook his head, “Not on show,”

Inej shrugged.

“Maybe I’m an arts student,”

“Why would an arts student be carrying a thousand knives?”

“Art, obviously,”

Jesper snorted.

“Obviously,”

They were almost outside.

“Just, you know, don’t get arrested,”

Inej smiled.

“I think you’re giving the stadwatch a little too much credit there,” her voice suddenly moved to Jesper’s other shoulder and he turned to try and see her, “Who could possibly arrest a Wraith?”

She was gone. It was broad daylight in a wide courtyard, and Inej Ghafa was gone. Jesper shook his head. Unbelievable. 

*

Jesper didn’t know exactly what he’d done to get on Kaz Brekker’s final nerve, but he wasn’t about to go and find out. He sifted through the piles of stuff stacked unhappily in his university dorm, trying to make enough space for the room to actually be liveable. When had he last slept on campus? Not recently. Maybe it was a good thing Kaz was mad at him, if it was going to keep him out of the Barrel for a few days. Maybe he could even look through the course catalogue, to keep the dean happy, and find out whoever else he was going to partner him up with for Business and Markets. Helena would probably be glad of the change. She could take her thousand and one notebooks to someone who might actually be able to contribute something. 

But why lie? Jesper was itching for a hand of cards. He lay on his back on top of the mattress, studying the ceiling and twisting one of his rings round and round his finger. Unless he snapped and ended up running into a den and just facing Kaz’s wrath, the rings he’d slept in last night were apparently the only flash he was going to enjoy for the next few days. What other clothes did he even have here? He didn’t remember seeing much else in the wardrobe when he came to grab these the other day. He should probably check. He’d do it in a minute.

The next thing Jesper remembered was waking up, jolting upright and almost whacking into the headboard. Damn, he really must have been exhausted. How long had he slept for? He was momentarily disorientated, fumbling for his watch and discovering that it was nearing twelve bells. The curtains were still open and the midday sun streamed through them, highlighting the dust floating through the air. Jepser sighed - just his luck, the single sunny day of the year Ketterdam would bother to grace them all with, and he had slept through most of the morning. He’d needed it though. 

Almost twelve bells. He could make it to his one o’clock class - what was it? Poetry, or something - if he got himself together. Or he could just lie here a little longer, watching the world go by outside his window. 

No. No, if he was here then he should go. He should at least try. 

It was his poetry class today - he checked the timetable shoved in the desk drawer - and it proved to be just as irredeemably boring as he remembered it. But he went. He took a notebook and the fountain pen his Da had given him when he got into university. He didn’t make any notes, but he took them with him. It was something. Sort of. 

He counted it, even if only to make himself feel slightly better.

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[greenunoreversecard]

Plsss do another part to the fic ‘A koala and it’s tree’ the concept is so cool!!

a/n:I had at least half written and then my phone fucking deleted the draft I want to cry so hard I'm in mourning. Also sorry it Took me a minute to comr up eitheir a idea for the plot of it

Teaching a old Dog new tricks (task failed succesfully) ->Alastor x teen!platonic! Reader

(Pt.2 of a koala and its tree)

You sigh, dragging yourself along behind Alastor and Rosie. You don't understand much of what their saying, as their speaking like it's the early 20th century. Which, to be fair, they are from then.

But you could barely understand a word being said, due to missing ao much previous knowledge about slang and terms and shit. And you were so bored and

What if-

Oh ho ho! Bingo!

A wonderful idea indeed.

---

You sigh loudly, feet hurting from all the walking you've done today and plop down on the couch next to Angel Dust, and alastor sits on a arm chair across from the both of you. You smirk, setting your plan into action. You make sure your loud enough for Alastor to hear you.

" did you see that new video? No Cap I'm going to be for real it's lowkey giving try hard you know like? I'm just being real like I really don't vib3, like girls not giving main character.. and like, Miss ma'am you are not slaying you are not giving it is not the vibe like, twas not a glow up but a glow down. But it is kinda sus how she treated Kim like, big yikes. Not loving the energy. And That outfit did not understand the assignment. It was basic and it sent me"

Angel looks at you wide eyed for a moment, you nudge him and side eye Alastor hoping he gets the cue. He does.

"I for real was just thinking that, like bitch be deadass with me you did not leave your house like that. But that tea was piping hot and bussing. And the fact Jennie had no rizz? Bitch please, you acting all that and ended up capping, highkey a flop."

"THATS WHAT IM SAYIN BITCH LIKE-"

You glance at Alastor, who's wide eyed and with a strained smile. If you could guess it would probably be a mix between strange curiosity and slight horror.

"I- pardon?"

You smirk. Mission accomplished.

---

A week later you sat Alastor down, explained some simpler slang words and terms to him.

He didn't didn't to get it, bit when he told angel "Bitches be slaying, queen" you think he got some of it, but not the way he was supposed you.

You almost coughed a lung up from the amount of laughing you did, and vowed from thst day forward you were never going to correct his usage if it meant funny shit like this happened again.

#greeny's inbox #no beta read #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #Hazbin hotel x reader #Hazbin hotel alastor x reader #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #teen!reader #alastor x reader platonic #reader insert #x reader #platonic #gender neutral reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x oc #hazbin hotel x male reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you

[vssail]

sunday x reader

warnings: very short, use of affectionate nicknames, kinda hurting sundays feelings, mention of possible future little sundays¿

sunday shows photos of him and robin as babies to his lover

english is not my first language! also im writing this at like 2am without translator so this could be a disaster.

Sunday was so excited to show you those pictures that meant a lot of him. Sharing his childhood, his story to you meant a big step on your relationship, especially because he really wanted to have a family with you. He hears someone open the door of his office and turns around to see you.

"Ah, there you are, my sweet dove" He says, approaching to you and taking your hand. "I have something very dear to me to show you"

Gently, he pulled you to his desk, where the photo album was laying.

"Those are mine and Robin's childhood memories. I want you to see all of me, so please take a look" A sweet smile was adorning his face while he urged you to open the book.

Excited to see your lover as a cute baby, you hurried to do what he told you, only to be greeted with the most horrible thing you had ever witnessed in your life.

"This was me as a newborn" he explained. "I like to imagine that our kids will be this cute even as newborns"

There was no need for explanation. Your breathing was cut off of the tiny bare wings on his little head. Also, baby Sunday's face was something you would never be able to remove of your mind.

You tried your best to hide the emotions you were feeling about the picture and turned page, hoping to see a more grown Sunday (at least with feathers on his wings). Sadly, you again were greeted with another aberration of nature.

"This was my dear sister as a newborn, wasn't she adorable?" He asked you with the most innocent and naive intentions.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you agreed with his statement, and turned page. You were feeling like the worst person in humanity for disliking your dear boyfriend's baby pictures but god, you never expected to see something like that. How could the most handsome man in Penacony be such an abomination as a baby?

Fortunately, the next pictures were normal (the wings had feathers). There was one that you really liked, where Sunday was his sister's audience for a "concert". It was so cute that it almost made you forget the newborn pictures you had the misfortune to see before. But those pictures would never leave your memory.

When you finished seeing the entire album, you stood up and after giving a little kiss to your lover, you got out of the room.

Right after you left, Robin came in.

"How did it go?" she asked, kind of knowing what the response could be.

"I don't think we'll ever be parents after this"

im sorry but i had to

#sunday x reader #sunday hsr #sunday honkai star rail #hsr x reader #no beta read

[kaizoku-gary]

Fair Winds and Following Seas

- Part 1 - Part 2

Pairing: Buggy x afab/female reader

Genre: smut with a pinch of fluff

Word count: 603

Warnings/Tags: dry humping, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, cock warming, Buggy being horny AF.

Summary: Buggy was a pirate, you, just a regular person living in a seaside town. From the moment you met, lust linked your paths, and both agreed to spend a couple of hours together whenever he was in town. Little you knew that feelings would find their way into your almost perfect deal.

A/N: This is the first part of a short Buggy x Female Reader fanfic I'm currently working on. Enjoy 😉

BTW, welcome new citizens of the Buggy Nation! 🤡

Read it on AO3

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And there you were again, half naked on Buggy's bed, with his mouth assaulting your neck, claiming you, marking your skin like he did every time you met. His clothed erection rubbing against your clit was his way of showing you how much he needed you, how crazy you made him.

"Fuck," he whispered once, twice, and once more until he couldn't resist the urge to kiss you again, hungrily, deeply. His hands slid under your shirt, setting your skin ablaze as his mouth devoured your soft moans. Buggy was always like this: explosive and intense. A fire that left your body aching but always wanting more.

"Oh, Buggy!" your voice suddenly raised in pitch when he parted your panties to the side and slid two fingers inside your dripping pussy. The welcomed intrusion made your back arch and your muscles clench. Your nails dug into his shoulders when he added a third digit, and your breath caught in your throat.

"What is it, Y/N?" The pirate groaned, guiding your hand to his cock. "Is this what you need?" He teased, curling his fingers inside you, taking delight at the desperate noises you made.

A simple nod and a faint whimper were the only answers Buggy needed. Soon, the remaining clothes you had on were nothing but shreds of fabric lying on the floor. Your calves rested on Buggy's shoulders while he entered you slowly, letting out a low grunt as your warmth engulfed him.

"Fuck," the pirate never ceased to repeat as he smacked his hips against yours. Drunk with lust, he let your legs fall around his waist and leaned down to whisper in your ear how good you felt, how he wanted you to take every inch and every drop of him.

His tempo increased gradually along with the volume of your moans until you were screaming his name. One of your legs hooked around his waist, the other on his shoulder, a perfect angle to take him deeper.

"Oh, Buggy," were the only words in your vocabulary as the pounding continued, bringing you closer to the edge.

The pirate's eyes refused to close, even when your walls fluttered and clutched around him and your body spasmed after an intense orgasm. He didn't want to miss a second of your reaction to pleasure, your tits bouncing with every thrust of his hips, and your swollen lips calling his name over and over.

"Fuck, y/n," he grunted, with a last powerful thrust, spilling himself inside you. "Fuck..." he huffed once more, collapsing on top of you to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

It was then when you noticed it, or rather when you confirmed it. The man still buried between your legs was no longer that pirate you met several months ago and had been fucking ever since. Something had changed between you; his arms holding you close and your hands stroking his back were enough evidence of it. A need stronger than sheer lust had infiltrated your otherwise perfect no-attachment deal.

"Stay the night?" Buggy broke the silence a few minutes later, failing to hide the loneliness in his voice. His icy blue eyes searched yours, studying your reaction with a hint of fear that you didn't quite catch.

"Of course," you replied, giving his nose a soft peck.

Sliding out of you, the pirate rolled on his back, bringing you to rest your head on his chest. "Perfect," he whispered, closing his eyes. Buggy was never like this: affectionate and soft. It was a side of him you hoped to see more often.

More a/n: Hearing Buggy say "I will find the One Piece, and then everyone will know my name… And they'll love me," inspired me to write this. That line, in particular, broke my heart and made me realize how lonely and emotionally starved Buggy really is.

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[snoozepotato]

We’ll Be Fine - (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader)

MASTERLIST

All related fics will be added to this post.

Also on AO3 + Wattpad

Debug is a reformed cyber-terrorist with a computer engineering/coding background. After a very unpleasant experience overseas she is recruited to work for the government while trying to cope with her mental trauma and the physical scars. Through her brother, she meets Task Force 141 and becomes ensnared by the dark gaze of a Ghost.

Things don't always go as planned but we'll be fine.

Warnings: soft Simon 'Ghost' Riley swearing, eye contact, anxiety, therapy mention, mild shenanigans, jealousy, videogame violence, hostage mention, killing mention, angst, fluff, death, panic attack, dirty thoughts, criminal activity, PTSD, hostage situation, night terrors, tattoos, scars, lil creepy, stalking, extra FLUFF, love confession, kissing, teasing, 18+, SMUT, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex, over-stimulation, multi-orgasm, creampie

Part 1 - KIDDOS - You arrive at base to pick up your brother, he does a terrible job at introducing you to his friends.

Part 2 - CHAMPION - Your brother and his friends barge into your flat while you're distracted playing video games.

Part 3 - BUNNY SUIT - Your caught wearing an embarrassing outfit...

Part 4 - GIFT - Ghost gets jealous and reaches out to you in an unexpected way, people often care more than they would like to admit.

Part 5 - TRUST - Celebrating your birthday, things take an unpleasant turn and Ghost keeps you company.

Part 6 - SHATTERED - Upon receiving terrible news you come to the realization that you’re truly on your own and go off the grid. Ghost and Soap go to your flat looking for you but you're long gone.

Part 7 - CONTACT - After finishing up your work underground you are assigned to work for task force 141. It’s been over a year since your departure, how will you be greeted by your old friends?

Part 8 - MORNING TEA - Because of your inability to go out with them off base, Ghost gets to know your schedule and starts bringing you tea.

Part 9 - GRIEF - After waking up from a nightmare you run into Ghost who confronts you about your past behavior.

Part 10 - HEAT - Ghost shows up to visit and finds you wearing less than usual, and finally gets a nice view of your tattoo.

Part 11 - REWARD - You've fallen asleep at your desk again, but Ghost is more than happy to carry you back to your room.

Part 12 - PLUSH ARMOR - It's cold working in some of the other server rooms, Ghost finds you trying to warm up and gives you his sweatshirt.

Part 13 - STORM - After finding out Ghost is leaving for a while you accidentally confess your feelings, let's say he's more than a little pleased.

Part 14 - UNDONE - Ghost shows up at your room late at night, he just got back and has been gone longer than expected. You missed him a lot and things get out of hand.

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[graymanshoots]

captain price, right, but you’re so distracted by him all day because he just looks so good, and eventually he notices you undressing him with your eyes, and he asks you to his office

giggles and runs away

Omg my first request! I will do the best I can :3 🙏

Captains orders

Word count: 2481

(fem anatomy)

Warnings: UK military inaccuracies, dubious consent (nothing explicitly stated), authoritative advantage, blow jobs, rough sex

Eyes locked with his you couldn't look away, whether it be for training, lunch, paper work, or leisure time. Your eyes never strayed far from your captain who had been casually wearing a tight black compression shirt and his military fatigues around base for the last few days.

The distraction had proved poor work results on your end which left you on your captain's bad side for the day. With what seemed to be frustrated reluctance he called you to his office later that day the realization that you had fucked up pouring over you like a bucket of ice.

It was around 19:00 when you had entered the captain's office.

The dark oak of his desk is shiny and clean with minimal clutter, the captain's elbows resting on the desk, his hands clasped together under his chin.

Without saying a word John gestured to the cushioned seats that were placed in front of his desk, his gaze heavy and intimidating on you.

Not wanting to wade further into the muddy mess you created for yourself, you quickly take a seat, eyes averting from your captain for the first time that day.

The silence felt suffocating, the unknowingness to why he called you down to his office caused your insides to turn.

“You’ve been distracted lately y/n and your performance has decreased because of it.” he started, cutting through the silence with the known fact. “Do you understand the importance of our upcoming assignment, if you're not prepared then-” you're quick to cut him off on impulse, “I'm not broken…” John's steely gaze caused you to shut your mouth, shrinking into the cushions of the chair.

“Sorry captain.” you quickly muttered out the heat of his stare burning holes through you.

He let out a sigh of what you assumed to be frustration and sat back in his chair, his legs spread comfortably beneath his desk.

“A poor performance will not be rewarded, you understand that sergeant, yes?” he asked, standing from his seat.

John walked around the desk and leaned against the front of it now standing directly in front of you. You could see the frustration in his eyes, the way his tongue darted out quickly to wet his lips and the way he shifted in his stance observing you. He patiently waited for your answer crossing his arms as he gave you a pointed look.

You found yourself nodding along even though you couldn't quite remember what he had said to you previously.

You didn't even realize he was speaking again until he tapped your shoulder, the warmth of his skin seeping through the fabric of your t-shirt.

“Stand, sergeant.” he demanded, watching as you scrambled to follow his order feeling as if you've dug yourself into a deeper hole.

“Lost in thought again? I never figured you'd be the one to blatantly disrespect me sergeant.." Price trailed off walking past you towards his door.

“I mean no disrespect sir i've just had a lot on my mind lately. I promise I'm good for the mission. It's just been a trouble to focus this week but I'm getting myself in check.” you start explaining watching as your captain stops in front of his door.

“On your knees, soldier.” He says keeping his back to you as he speaks.

Your mind went blank the minute the words left his lips and you cocked your head to the side in confusion,”Sir-..what?” you wanted to make sure you heard him right.

“I said, On Your Knees.” he repeated turning to you, the expression he held almost enough to make you drop immediately.

“Bad soldiers are to be reprimanded and punished, right?” His tone was condescending when he asked the question but you couldn't help but let out a verbal agreement.

With that the lock on his door clicked in place and you dropped to your knees.

“Since you've been having so much trouble, why don't I give you something to focus on?” He said less as a question more as an idea.

You were kneeled on the ground looking up at John's approaching figure as the knot in your stomach dissipated into something more heated.

John grabbed your chin forcing you to look him in the eyes, hunger reflecting back at you in his steely blues.

With his free hand he unbuckled his belt pulling it off and tossing it to the side before popping open the buttons of his fatigues.

You could see the outline of his thick cock half hard and heavy in his boxers. The grip he had on your chin tightened as he pushed the fabric down enough to free his thickness. “Open.” he said, his voice taking hold of you as your body followed his order before you could even think.

John slid his cock between your lips groaning quietly at the feeling of you taking him so obediently. John was heavy on your tongue, your throat straining to accommodate him as he thrusted slowly into your mouth.

The hand that gripped your jaw slipped to the back of your head holding you firmly so you took John down to the base. Your hands balled into fists on your lap as you feel his head pushing against the back of your throat. “So focused now that you've got a cock down your throat, eh?” there was a confident smugness to his demeanor.

You could only hum out a response mouth too full to speak, you could feel warmth begin to build in your lower stomach as John thrusted his length shallowly between your lips.

Each thrust almost caused you to gag your eyes watering at the repeated abuse of your throat. John’s eyes were shut and he let out shallow breaths, his grip tightening in your hair.

You felt tears fall from your eyes as you brought your hands up to his thighs for better stability.

“Fuck… should’a had you do this instead of training.” he huffed out looking down into your teary gaze bringing his hand down to wipe away the tears.

You let your captain use your throat like a toy inhaling his musky scent, your underwear feeling damp between your clenched thighs.

The wet sounds of him fucking your throat seemed so loud in his quiet office where the only other noise came from the soft whirr of the air conditioning.

He didn't fail to notice how you rubbed your legs together while you choked down his dick, he let out a huff of air shaking his head.

Price pulls you off of him watching as you greedily sucked in breaths, your spit slicked lips open to inhale.

John gives you little time to gain your bearings before he’s grabbing you by your upper arm, forcing you to stand.

He wordlessly pushes you to sit on a desk and slots himself between your thighs, his solid cock resting over your clothed slick.

“You gonna be obedient and let me stuff you full sargent?” he questioned bringing his palm over your mound causing a whine to come from you.

“Yes…” your voice came out breathless as you met his gaze with shaky eyes hazy with desire.

He patted your thigh prompting you to lift your hips allowing him to pull your pants off your underwear soon following.

He could feel his cock twitch at the sight of your slick heat, the need to be deep in you growing with every second.

He brings his thumb over your clit circling over it with gentleness he didn’t spare when you had him down your throat.

“Got all riled up from sucking me off.” he said, swiping his finger through your slit teasing before sinking his pointer and ring finger into you.

He hears a sharp intake of breath from you and tears his focus away from your sweat twitching cunt that was enveloping his fingers.

“C’mon look at me.” he murmured, bringing his other hand to the back of your neck to bring your mind back into focus.

Staring into his eyes like this with his fingers in you and his hand squeezing the back of your neck comfortingly felt almost intimate for a quick fuck with your captain.

John begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, occasionally stopping inside of you to stretch you out with scissoring motions.

You try to keep your focus on his eyes but are quickly distracted by the pleasure he provided you, moans falling from your lips and eyes twisted shut.

Concerned for possibly getting caught, John slots his lips with yours swallowing down your sounds of satisfaction. His kiss was intoxicating as he pulled you deeper leaning his body over yours.

You rested back on your hands, one coming up around the back of his neck gripping the shorter hairs at the back of his head.

He continued working you open as you squirm in his hands, your muscles tightening as you felt the ache between your thighs grow more unbearable by the minute.

You both reluctantly pull away from the kiss needing air, a thin connection of saliva linked between your lips as you panted.

Price pressed his forehead against yours as he removed his fingers from your cunt. He brought his hand down to his cock that still hung heavy between his legs.

You wrapped both arms around his shoulders, your hands intertwined at the back of his neck while he used his free hand to support the both of you on his desk. He pumped his cock slowly before slotting it against your cunt thrusting it between your legs to spread your slick over it.

The thought of protection hasn't crossed your mind until now seeing the pale white bead of precome spilling from his slit as he rutted against your swollen clit.

“Captain.” The sound of his title has John's eyes flitting to you immediately, his body stiffening slightly before relaxing again.

“I'm clean but do you need protection?” you asked your voice barely above a whisper, your face feeling warm at the question.

“If im gonna fuck you im going to do it properly if thats alright with you?” he groaned, rutting his hips against yours, eliciting a breathy whine.

You nod, giving him the okay as he lines himself with your hole, his muscles tensing as he slowly sinks into your slick cunt.

John rested his forehead against your shoulder as your back arched, hands grabbing at his hair while he stretched your walls beyond what they had previously experienced.

Your walls fluttered around his cock trying to adjust to his thicker girth and a pained whimpered coming from you at the accommodation.

“You're almost there…” he cooed, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck to soothe you.

It didn't take long for him to bottom out a tense sigh leaving him and he continued to pepper your neck with wet kisses.

He was being so gentle it was confusing, if you had been some stranger walking in you would have assumed you had walked in on two lovers having a private moment.

His softness didn't last when he felt you relax.

John pulled out almost completely leaving his tip snug in your war walls before snapping his hips forward rutting into you mercilessly.

Feeling him push so deep I couldn't help the choke gasp that spilled from you, your legs hanging uselessly at his sides and your arms bringing him closer gripping hard.

His large hand rests at the small of your back pushing your hips into his while the other braces against the groaning wood of his desk. His head hangs over your soldier quick and quiet grunts coming from him as he hungrily rutted into you balls audibly slapping against your ass.

You desperately tried to muffle your moans, bringing a hand up to cover your lips, not stopping the moans from vibrating in your throat.

“Fucking perfect-” Price groaned pulling your hips further of the edge so you were being predominantly supported by him.

Your body trembled in his arms and your cunt dripped around his cock as heat spread across your skin.

Even the best hookups you've had in the past could never compare to the taste, smell or feel of your captain.

Everything about him set your senses on fire and you couldn't help but take advantage of this moment.

The hands that was on your back moved to your hip caressing you like you were porcelain while he fucked you like a machine.

His hand moves between your thigh, his thumb moving in circles around your clit again pushing you further to the edge.

You could feel the tension coiling in your abdomen, your nails leaving crescent imprints in your captain's skin as you felt all your muscles tense a shuttered moan leaving you as everything snapped.

Price let out a strangled noise as you gripped him like a vice cuming over his cock a sticky ring of your release forming around him as he continued his unrelenting tempo.

Overstimulation set in quickly as you tried to writhe out of his grip causing him to pull you into his chest.

“Just a little bit more, love.” He panted wrapping an arm around your middle hoisting you off the desk causing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He fucked up into you his movement sloppy and eratic, “Not gonna run from me, you can take it.” he grunted.

You clawed at his back with sobbed moans dizzy off of your captain.

With a few more deep sloppy thrusts you could feel John’s warm come stuff your cunt full.

He set you back down on his desk with a few more languid thrusts as you went limp against him.

Your chest rose and fell with deep breaths as you rested against John, feeling him rub your back soothingly.

He pulled away from you to look at the mess between your thighs, his cock softening as he pulled out, allowing for his come to slip from between your lips.

“Fuck…” he muttered bringing his hands between your thighs to spread your cunt out watching as the almost translucent slick to pool on his desk.

He looks back up at you noticing your dazed expression and grabs you by your chin, “look at you now that you’ve been properly fucked.” he smirked pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling away.

He tucks his cock away and helps you clean up and dress as you were still dazed and unsure on your feet.

Before dismissing you he pats your ass at the door “Try not to be trouble Sargent next time i won't be as lenient.” he says before sending you on your way.

‘Next time…’ you think to yourself as you walk back to the barracks on shaky legs with your captain's release still dripping out of you.

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Like a Train | Arven x GN!Reader

Rating: Teen+

Summary: You and Arven are best buds. After he makes a minor change in his appearance, you're left wondering why you suddenly want more than that.

Author’s Note: My headcanon age for Arven is that he’s a young adult, somewhere between 20-24 years old. If this proves to be wrong in the future, please consider him to be aged up to this range! Likewise, for the sake of the continuity (i.e. Little Buddy and whatnot), you have a similarly tiny stature to the main character in Pokémon SV. For the sake of all of us, your character here is not a teenager lol, but instead roughly the same age as Arven, give or take a few years. Finally, the academy takes students of all ages (as you see in the game), but I wrote it with more of a college setting in mind.

Thank you for understanding!! ^^ Please see the end for more notes x

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“Aha. Perfect timing to make eye contact,” Raifort calls out, followed by my name. She then proceeds to ask a question about what she was just discussing, knowing that I wasn’t paying attention. 

Instead, I was engaged in a quiet, heated discussion with my desk-mate, research partner, and one of my only friends in Paldea so far… about our teacher’s hair.

Why does that one piece of her fringe move so much? Is it sentient? Is it a glitch in the life-simulation? Would it bleed if she were to cut or shave it off? Does she know it does that? Does she do it on purpose somehow? This is important stuff! 

“Get fucked,” my accomplice whispers as I stutter out gibberish. I try to gather my thoughts and come up with something to appease Raifort.

Once I realize it’s to no avail, I give up, lean back in my seat, and shoot my friend a squint. One that silently says, ‘I hate you, if she gets mad it is totally your fault, I will kill you if you make this any worse.’

Smirking, Arven’s leaning on our shared desk with both elbows, with his hands against his forehead. He’s using his right one to hold a pen, as well as keep his bangs out of the corresponding eye, and he’s slightly turned towards me. Making sure he can inconspicuously watch me suffer at his expense, with that pretty teal gaze of his. I am but a jester in his court. Luckily, Raifort catches on and calls the man out.

“Oh, perhaps you would like to answer the question instead, Master Arven?” 

His head whips up, and he drops his bangs (and nearly his pen). “N-no thank you, ma’am.”

Raifort sighs, letting this exchange slide with a curt glare, and continues her lecture.

I snort back a laugh, covering it up by clearing my throat. Then, I softly parrot “Get fucked,” into Arven’s ear, nudging his elbow with mine. Just as we both break into a fit of giggles, we’re saved by the bell.

“You’re a prick,” I laugh as I shove my notes into my backpack. 

“No you,” Arven quips. Very original. “What are you doing after this?” he asks, shifting the conversation. 

“Well,” I ponder, “You wanted to scope out the area where our next titan allegedly lives this week, yeah?” He nods, walking in front of me as we exit the class. “Cool, then let’s go!”

“What? Now?!” I nod and hum enthusiastically as I wrap around to his left. He looks out the nearby window at the sunset, and his one visible eyebrow furrows as he turns to face me. “Don’t get me wrong little buddy, I love the enthusiasm, but it’s a bit late for that. It’ll be dark by the time we’re on site.”

I let my trusty Fuecoco out of its Pokéball. It looks up at us as we slow to a halt, and I present it to Arven, arms stretched out towards the Pokémon. “Our flashlight!” 

Fuecoco, wanting to help, does its own little pose. Its arms promptly spread, and it balances on one stubby leg, shaking as it tries not to fall over.

Arven bites back a smile and rolls his eyes. “We went to a ton of classes today, I don’t want to do more work.” 

I scoop up Fuecoco and scratch under its chin before we continue walking. “We can camp, too...” 

Arven deadpans me, pursing his lips in frustration. He loves camping. There’s no way he’ll turn down a late-night adventure if it ends with a good ol’ camp!

“I’ll let you make the sandwiches,” I sing, trying to convince him further.

We reach the entrance hall and pull off to a nearby pillar to get out of other students’ ways. After placing his backpack on the ground next to his legs, Arven crosses his arms and leans against the pillar. I lean against the nearest wall, about 2 feet away. Fuecoco is having a blast inspecting all the passing students from my arms, occasionally waving to their accompanied Pokémons. 

“You won’t just give them all to the lizardmobile?” he asks, staring down at me with contempt.

“Shouldn’t you be flattered that ‘Raidon loves your cooking?!” I whine. I shake my head, and knowing Arven’s retort already, I cut him off before he can even start. “Either way, no promises, but I swear to Arceus I won’t complain about being hungry.”

A heavy sigh leaves the ambiguously blond’s nostrils. “…Go on,” Arven prompts, wanting more bribes.

I squint at him. He gives me a smug grin. “Hmm,” I dramatically hum in thought. “I’ll pay for the ingredients.”

“And?”

“I’ll get stuff to make s’mores, too.”

“And?”

“What more do you want from me, dude?!” 

His smile is now downright evil, and he stays silent. He untucks a hand to vaguely gesture at me, then crosses it back into his arms, waiting for me to continue. 

“I can, uh.” I look around for ideas, but I’ve got nothing. “I dunno…” I wince, knowing that ‘I dunno’ is not a very convincing offer.

He chuckles. 

Noticing how sleepy Fuecoco seems to be getting, I return it. Now, it’s time to use my last resort. 

“Pleeease?” I pout. Fidgeting with Fuecoco’s ball. Tucking my arms behind my back and swiveling my upper body to feign innocence. Batting my eyelashes for added effect.

It looks like there’s a hint of rosiness to Arven’s cheeks as he gives in, clutching his fists. He turns his head in another direction, shutting his eyes. What a drama queen! I beam, though, knowing what this means.

“Fine.” I open my mouth to cheer, but he holds up a palm to stop me. “But we’re only investigating for an hour.”

I scowl. “2 hours.” I make my way to the nearest hallway and dig through my bag for my student ID.

“Hour and a half.”

“3 hours!”

“No?”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!” He laughs, following me. “Go pack before I change my mind.”

“You don’t need to?” I question, swiping my card at the station closest to the elevators. Arven reaches behind himself and pats his obnoxiously large backpack. I roll my eyes in response. “Wait here, then. I’ll try to be quick.”

_______________

Arven was right. After a quick stop at Deli Cioso, we made our way on ‘Raidon to the steel titan’s location, where it was pitch black. Only had the moon, the stars, and Fuecoco as our guiding light. 

We tried to work with it: Observing the various burrows in the cliffsides, the uniform cracks in the ground, the way the earth would occasionally rumble beneath us. But when Fuecoco was startled by a cheeky Misdreavous, it accidentally lit the corner of my notebook on fire. We took that as a sign to call it a night.

Arven and I found a nice spot to make camp, high up and overlooking a distant Levincia. I can’t wait to go there for the gym challenge. Maybe I’ll try to spend a few nights there with my prize money.

I take a break from my daydreaming and turn back to see Arven setting up a foldable table to make food on. Or, at least he’s trying to. Both of our teams are very eager to get in his way. My Tinkatuff keeps whacking its hammer at the table legs, shaking it up, while Arven’s Toedscruel pokes at his back, wanting attention.

“Need any help?”

“No,” he stubbornly mumbles. 

I roll my eyes and find a spot to sit by the campfire. My back is up against a tree, and I’m on a spare blanket that I brought specifically for this purpose. Figured it’s better than letting our pants get all dirty on the ground. 

Just as I’m getting cozy, I hear a frustrated “Oh, you little shits!” I peer up, and my friend is looking at me from his workstation, his features riddled with defeat. 

The table is covered in sandwich-picks, salt, pepper, and lettuce, which Arven’s Greedent is eagerly munching away at. Poor guy can’t do anything about it because my Eevee is parkouring between his arms and shoulders, slipping right out from his grasp every time he thinks he can grab it.

I can’t help but laugh at the mess unraveling before me, but get up to help anyway. After returning each of my Pokémon to their balls, Arven is able to do the same. 

“Not having a chance to battle all day must’ve really amped them up,” he grumbles, cleaning the spilled food and condiments. 

I lean over the table, opposite from him. “Excuse me for wanting to take a day off from the treasure hunt to make sure neither of us will flunk out.”

“I didn’t even need most of the classes we went to today.”

“Technically, you do,” I point out. “You’re, like, way behind on credits, no?” He scoffs, and incoherently grumbles under his breath. Trying to think on the bright side, I add on, “Cheer up, bud. Being able to pick when we go to which classes and who we go with is cool, at least. My last college would never.”

“True,” he grunts, lugging out a portable generator to plug his panini press into. “Still doesn’t make me enjoy any of it.” 

After rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Arven dips his head down, pulling a hair tie out from one of his pockets. I’m about to nag him, like, ‘The better you do, the sooner you’ll be done, and I can help you study,’ and all that. But instead, he stands up straight again, and my brain short-circuits. 

Forearms. Broad shoulders. Both eyes. Ponytail. Baby hairs— oh, he’s pinning them back. Those eyes. Both eyes! Eyebrows. Neck… thick. Hair… up… Oh Arceus the puffy vest is coming off too.

Hrng. Shit.

Arven says something but I don’t hear him. Have his lips always looked so nice? Since when is he this attractive? How do I look? Do I look okay? Does he think I look okay? 

A large hand snaps in front of my face, and I hear my name being sternly spoken by the man in front of me. I blink a few times, coming to. How long was I staring for? 

“W-wha—?”

“Everything okay, amiguito?” 

Both of Arven’s bushy eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks concerned for me, albeit amused. My cheeks feel warm with blush, and I can only hope that he doesn’t notice it. 

“Y-yeah, uh,” I struggle to form words. “Tired, I guess.” 

His eyes zigzag around my face… and he looks… so... Oh no, oh no oh no oh no he is so hot. And he totally can see how red my face is with how bright the nearby fire is. He’s about to pry — I can tell by his arms folding across his chest — but I make a swift escape.

“Oops! Leftsomethinginthetent!”

I can comfortably stand up straight in our tent, but opt to fall to my knees, curling into a ball while I try to get my act together.

I’ve thought Arven was cute ever since I met him a few months ago. But I’ve never felt, like… like this. It doesn’t make any sense! I’ve never looked into his eyes and felt Butterfrees in my stomach. I’ve never looked at his mouth and wanted to kiss it. I’ve never looked at his neck and wondered what it would look like covered in love bites. My love bites. 

Or… I don’t think I have…?

I spend a few heartbeats wracking my brain for clues. Seeing if this is as sudden as it feels like it is. But like a train, I’m hit with thoughts of all the stolen glimpses I’ve taken in passing. Of my stomach doing flips when Arven murmurs my name a certain way. His smile sometimes being all it takes to brighten my worst days. The way I’ve memorized the feeling of his hand wrapped with mine, pulling me off the ground or ripping me away from danger…

Oh god.

It makes complete sense, actually.

How in the world am I supposed to go back out there and focus on anything other than him, now that it’s all clicked?

Phew. I gotta breathe. I can do this! I’ll just act how I usually do. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? Right! 

I check my appearance with my phone’s camera, take another deep breath, and emerge back outdoors. Rather than meeting Arven at the table, I sit by the fire again. I feel eyes on me, and feeling hopeful that it’s a wild Pokémon, I look up at Arven… who’s looking at me. 

“What?”

“¿Qué pasa?” he asks. “You seem weird.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about, I’m fine. Peachy as a pecha berry.”

“Sure...” 

“I am!”

He sighs, and continues assembling our sandwiches. “Did… did I do something wrong?” Arven asks. 

“What?”

“I-I do really appreciate that you want me to do well in classes, if that’s what this is about. It’s amazing that you help me out as much as you do, and I’m sorry if it didn’t seem like—”

My brows furrow as I cut him off, “What?! Arven, i-it’s fine, I get you. This has nothing to do with that.”

“Aha!” He whips around to face me after putting one of the sandwiches into the heated press. “Something is up.” 

My mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to find words. Then, I frown. Then, I look at the fire. If I ignore him, he’ll surely drop it, right? 

Wrong.

I hear footsteps, but don’t look up. I see something crouching near me, but I shift my eyes the other way. Then, I hear a thump in each ear and see a shadow in my peripherals. I finally look up, and Arven’s arms are outstretched to either side of me. When I meet his eyes, I realize that his face is closer than I could’ve ever expected it to be. Oh Arceus above.

“A-Arven?!”

“Please let me help you, bud. All I want is to be able to help you the way you’ve been helping Mabosstiff and I.”

I’ve only ever known Arven to be persistent, and a little clingy, and self-conscious enough to max out both of those traits at certain times. Realistically, I should’ve seen something like this coming. But even if I did, nothing could have prepared me for him to cage me against a tree. Face inches from mine. Both eyes boring into mine with concern.

What am I supposed to say?! ‘Sorry, but you’re ridiculously attractive, and apparently I have feelings for you, and I only realized that because you pUT YOUR HAIR IN A STUPID FUCKING PONYTAIL—‘

He addresses me again, softer this time. My eyes are trained on his smooth lips, drinking in the way they ebb as he speaks my name. I snap out of my trance, and when I look into his eyes, there’s a certain vulnerability I’ve only seen come out when it comes to his partner Pokémon.

Oh god damnit. 

There’s no getting out of this.

I let out a shaky breath, and all I can manage to squeak out, is “Y-you… you’re really handsome, is all. Caught me off guard.” I mean, it’s half-true.

I look down, worried about what expression I’ll see in Arven’s eyes. I mean to look ‘through’ him, but instead I’m focused on his lips again. I gnaw at my own bottom one to stop myself from leaning in towards my friend’s.

When I notice how silent he’s been, I bravely peek up, and his cheeks are a deep, tamato berry red. His eyebrows twitch, unsure of where to settle. It’s adorable. And his mouth is open ever so slightly, like he wants to say something, but doesn’t know what or how.

As if the universe is trying to save me, Arven and I smell something burning, and lock widened eyes. I peek past him at the fire, while he removes his palms from the tree and twists his upper body towards the table. 

“Shit!” Arven exclaims, scrambling to his feet.

_______________

“I can’t believe you’re eating that.”

I look up from my plate and shrug. “The fillings even out the taste of char.”

Arven laughs. “You’re nasty. Even your dumb lizard didn’t want it.”

“Duh, it has a refined palette.” Through another half-mouthful of burnt bread, melted cheese, and various proteins and veggies, I continue, “It’sh been shpoiled by your herba myshtica concoctionsh.”

Swiping the crumbs of his finished sandwich off his pants and onto his empty plate, Arven responds, “Fair. But still, I could’ve just made you a new one.” He nods over to Levincia, and adds, “‘Raidon could have brought you down there for more bread and back in only a few minutes, no?”

“Well, probably, but I didn’t wanna wait.”

He puts the plate down beside him and puts his hands behind his head, leaning back onto the same tree he had me pinned against no more than 20 minutes ago. His eyes are closed. He looks so peaceful. So pretty…

Nope. Gotta stop. I can’t gawk at him again. I’ve done more than enough of that. 

“Plus,” I add to my previous statement, “I don’t like to be wasteful.”

“You're like a Garbodor.”

I gasp, feigning offense. Even though Arven can’t see my expression, the corners of his lips are upturned. 

“If I were a pokémon I’d be something way cuter, thank you very much.” 

Wanting to get it out of the way, I hork down the last bite of my sandwich. The warmed fillings truly are delicious, but we have no utensils, and I didn’t wanna get my hands even dirtier, so I had to settle for using the burnt bread as a vessel. It’s not exactly an easy eat.

“Sí… Mas pequeño, también,” Arven clarifies.

After chasing my food with a bunch of water, I respond, “Exaaactly.”

“Like… a Wooper.” I open my mouth to agree, and knowing me too well, he holds up a finger to stop me. His lids open slightly as he side-eyes me. “A Paldean Wooper. Not the blue ones you had back in wherever-the-hell.”

I tuck my legs to my chest and snort back a laugh. “Are you telling me I look like a Wooper covered in shit?”

“Are you insulting the fauna of my country?” I deadpan him, and his smile grows. “Also, yes, I am calling you a Wooper covered in shit.” I roll my eyes at his confirmation.

“I tell you that you look good, and this is the thanks I get…” I mumble into my knees.

As if he’d forgotten, Arven’s eyes widen. A thick blush coats his nose and cheeks, and my own face copies. Fuck. Why did I say that? Everything was going so well.

“Y-you… hah,” he lets out a breathy laugh and continues, “You did say that, didn’t you?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I mutter under my breath, “Arceus, why did I bring that up again?” 

Arven leans off of the tree and swivels his body to face mine. “I do.” I wanna punch that cocky smirk off his face sooo badly. Restraining myself, I look down. “I thought I said something to upset you,” he laments, prompting me to look back up. “But instead, you were just in awe of my dashing good looks.” He punctuates his sentence with a flick at his ponytail. 

I feel myself getting flustered again, so I can’t think of a witty response. I just laugh into my knees, and hug them closer. The laugh trails into a frustrated growl. Then, I grumble something that I barely even understand, followed by a surprised squeak when I feel a large palm ruffling my hair. 

“Seriously, though, what else is wrong?”

“Nothing?” I mutter out while smoothing Arven’s mess.

“What do you mean? It can’t be just that.”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell ya, big guy. The ponytail is a good look for you.”

“...You’re messing with me, ¿sí?”

“Just take the compliment!” I snap. “You’re hot, Arven. I don’t typically function as intended when I’m around people I like.” 

Wide, turquoise eyes pierce into mine. “‘Like,’ eh?”

In disbelief that I’m spewing all this right now, I bury my face into my hands. Trying to maneuver around the situation, I ramble, “I mean, you’ve seen me with Saguaro. My ability to form coherent words eludes me when I’m around that hunk.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“Arven.”

“And you like m—“

“Bud.”

“Amiguito—“

“Please stop,” I whine, trying not to actually cry or throw a tantrum.

The crackling of the campfire fills empty space, assisted by the occasional lokix chirp. Waves crash in the distance, but any bustle coming from Levincia is silent to us. A few moments go by, and still feeling Arven’s eyes on me, I sigh. 

“It’s just… weird for me,” I quietly explain. “You’re my best friend. I never expected to suddenly be hit with feelings any greater than that.”

“Just to clarify,” he teases, “this happened because I put my hair up?”

“I mean,” I trail off to find my wording. Looking everywhere except his face. “I-I’m sure it was brewing longer than that and I just didn’t realize. It’s dumb, I know, but—” 

Arven shuffles over to make more space in front of the tree. Shifting his position from cross-legged to sitting on his knees, he then pulls me closer to him, by the waist, all while his eyes never stray from mine. Then, just like earlier, he traps me against the tree. Last time he did this, his eyes were filled with worry. This time, they’re dark with want. Oh good god.

Dumbfounded by the intimate touch, and how he’s looking at me, and how close we are, and the way he’s now cupping my face with one of his hands and moving his face closer to my face oh my god, I stutter, “W-what are you—?!”

“Cállate, pendejo,” he whispers, just before his lips meet mine. 

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Author’s Note 2.0, I guess: *I’m not a native Spanish speaker, so please correct me if I’m wrong!! But I went with “male” endings to words because like, iirc, addressing something with a male pronoun is the closest there is to gender-neutrality in a case like this? I think? And I wanted this to be as ungendered as I could make it so anyone can feel welcome :’)

Also! The Raifort hair thing refers to a glitch in my game LOL Idk if it's a universal experience but I thought it would be fun to add in

I hope you enjoyed! Take care x

#arven #arven pokemon #trainer arven #pokemon arven #arven x reader #gender neutral reader #no use of y/n #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon fanfic #pokemon scarvi #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon arven x reader #unnamed reader #ungendered reader #first person POV #tw cursing #friends to lovers #no beta read #spanish speaking arven #arven x male reader #arven x nb reader #arven x female reader

[xo-urban]

Dom! Male Reader X Captain Price and like "on a mission" smut and like try not to get caught situation

Not quite on the mission but it’s just some smut cause I wanted to use a line I rlly liked 😭

Also! Requests are opening up now, so feel free to stop by ❤️

Behind Closed Doors

Pairing: John Price x Male Reader

Summary: Price came to visit you but things turn out very heated very quickly.

Warnings: Smut, Bottom Price, Top reader

Word count: 1270

Tonight was a quiet night, no loud music and drunken singing, no playful fights, no soft chatters but silence in the base of Task Force 141. You sat at your desk, having finished work with nothing to do now. You weren’t too tired yet you didn't feel like bothering Soap or Ghost for a drink, knowing well enough the two are busying themselves with each other on simple nights like these.

You sighed softly, glancing around your room of solitude when a soft knocking came from the other side of your door. “Come in.” You murmured, leaning back in your chair as Price stepped into the room, wearing a casual outfit. You hummed in amusement as Price shut the door behind you, “To what do I owe the pleasure Captain?” Price chuckled, “Please, just call me Price..” He smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder as he leaned on your desk. You raised a brow, his hand sliding up to hold your cheek, “Your file photo doesn’t do your pretty face justice.” Price smiled.

You smirked, “Oh yeah Captain?” You moved your head to kiss his palm before you stood, your hands pinning him against your desk, keeping him there. You leaned closer, watching Price’s eyes widen and a blush paint his face. “Rosy is such a good color on your pretty face..” You heard Price’s breath hitch, his eyes half lidded.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked bluntly, voice so small and fragile, you would’ve kept him away from all of this violence in the world. “Course love..” You leaned in pulling him into a soft yet passionate kiss. Price whined softly as your hands slipped under his shirt and up his sides, moving his shirt off of his head. You pulled away, looking over his body with a hungry, lustful smile. “So fucking beautiful.” You pushed Price to sit on your desk fully, pushing against him, your crotches rubbing against each other, electing a few gasps from Price and a groan from you.

“May I?” You huffed, as your hands slipped below, down Price’s hips and into the band of his pants. “You have all my permission, please.. Take me tonight..” Price whined, looking at you with such a lustful gaze. You slipped his pants off, a small moan leaving you as you observed the naked man before you. You leaned down, your hot breath grazing along Price’s tummy as your hands held his thighs apart on both sides of you.

"Do you trust me?" You ask, placing kisses all over Price’s tummy. The wetness trailing down to his cock pauses. Price throws his head back, growling, "Fuck, If I didn't I wouldn't be naked under you."

He moaned as you kissed the head of his cock. “You’re so pretty Price..” You leaned up to kiss his chest, hands reaching up to fondle with his pecs, earning a moan from him. You trailed up to his neck with wet kisses, placing hickeys where they’re most visible, you wanted everyone to know what you did to Price on this night, especially how good he was for you..

You ran your hands all over them, feeling his skin between your fingers while murmuring praises, watching Price moan and gasp, squirming in your touch. “Please fuck me already!” He begged, whimpering quietly as he moved to grind his ass against your clothed cock, milking a low moan out of you. “You’re a bastard..” You swore under your breath as you grabbed his hips, “Yet you’re a tease..” Price sat up slightly, “Clothes off.” He whined, pulling at your clothes as he hid his burning embarrassed face in the crook of your neck.

“Why should I?” You smirked, a whine came from Price as he shifted to place a dark hickey on your neck. You groaned as you held his thighs tightly, his hands moving to free you of your clothed confinement. He was eager to have you naked in his sights, distracting you with kisses and hickeys as he slipped your clothes off, your cock stood proudly and Price couldn’t help but look down a few- no, multiple times to get a better look, and god was it mouth watering.

You pushed Price back gently to get him to lay down, you reached down and dag through your drawer, pulling out a cold bottle of lube to spread on your fingers. “You’re well prepared.” Price shuddered as your fingers circled his rim. “You’d be surprised..” You smirked as you slowly pushed a finger in him, earning a groan as your other hand kneaded his ass to help the pain. “Let me know when you’re ready for more darling..” You murmured as you began to slide your finger in and out of him as you stroked his cock slowly.

Price moaned, almost begging for more fingers when he was ready. You listened since he was doing so good, practically about to just cum with your fingers. “Fuck~ Please, I’m gonna- I’m so close” Price moaned, a loud whimper cutting him off as you pulled your fingers out, taking you hand off his cock. He looked almost fucked out with just your fingers, his legs wrapping around you and pulling you forward a bit. “Please~ Fuck me till my voice runs dry tonight..” Price whined.

“Then I hope you won't regret it Price..” You smirked as you lined yourself up with his pink hole, pushing in without a warning, graning at the tightness. “Fuck Price..” You cursed as you began to move your hips, a slow pace but you made sure to hit deep, rubbing against that once spot you know damn well could drive Price crazy.

He moaned out loud, not bothering to cover his mouth to quiet down as you thrusted in and out of him, your pace speeding up and your thrusts became more brutal. You moaned lowly against Price’s neck as he held you close to him as you fucked him with not much mercy. A loud wet slap every time you went back in followed by a hiccup or a loud moan.

You made sure you abused his hole, you didn’t wanna have him walking like this didn't happen, you want him to remember it as you thrusted harshly against the bundle of nerves, milking loud strings of moans from him. You could tell he was getting close although he wasn't even able to form proper sentences.His walls became tighter around you as your thrusts became sloppy. “Cum with me Price” You moaned as you reached down to stroke him.

Your cum painted his insides with a generous amount deep inside while he came all over your chest. The both of you panted, before pulling each other into a passionate kiss. You pulled out with a drowsy smirk before grabbing a clean cloth to clean the two of you up before redressing yourself as Price did the same, cursing when he stumbled with shaky legs.

“Curse you.. You didn’t have to go so hard!”

“You loved it, don’t lie to yourself~”

“I hate you..”

“Love you too” You smiled as you kissed him on his head before he walked out, shutting the door behind him. That leaves you to go to sleep, content. A bit saddened that he left without much, but you know eventually he’ll come around when you wake up, the man follows you like a big puppy you just find adorable.

You smiled as you heard your teammates tease and taunt Price loudly with joyous laughs on the other side of your door, snickering to yourself, knowing well enough that you were the reason.

#fanfic #fanfiction #male reader #modern warefare 2 #john price #captain price x reader #captain price x male reader #smut #no beta read

[rabbit8697]

Hellooo I hope ur doing well, I was wondering if I could request bowser with a very flirtatious reader or s/o please ( let’s be honest we need more flustered and blushing bowser here✋😌)

ON GOD WE DO

And I'm good just my family being a little wonky, I'm sorry this took so long (╥﹏╥) now time for flustered bowser ✍(◔◡◔)

HE LOVES IT IF YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR

Like seriously he will turn into putty if you flirt or compliment him and become as red as a tomato

Dude, call him handsome or a good boy , boom puddle on the floor

Tries to act big and tough but dear gods he is a SIMP

If you compliment, flirt, or praise him, he will spend that night giggling and kicking his feet like a school girl

Extra points if you do it in front of Kamek or while he's working

Sorry this is short i hope you like it aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#bowser x reader #no beta read #no beta we die like men #requests

[hauntingcryptids]

Safety Over Teamwork

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - After spending months spying and plotting, The Master is discovered. Now he has to fight off multiple alien officials that he had been double-crossing. You want to help him, but The Master refuses your help no matter how determined you are.

Based On This Request - Anonymous said - Hello how are you? I would like to please request a dhawan!master x reader request where the Master has to go and do something dangerous but he doesn’t want you going with them, they need to make it so you stay in the TARDIS. (Maybe the Master has tried to hypnotise the reader and the reader has said something like “I know what you’ll do if I look into your eyes.”) Maybe he could trick the reader into being hypnotised or use another method to keep the reader safe. Have a great night/day. P.s If you’re not comfortable then I understand

Warnings - mentions of canon typical violence, me making up alien species, some suggestive material, and hypnotism without consent

Word Count - 3587

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon. I wrote this with the intent of it being read as a pre-established relationship, but you can read it however you wish. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Master had been engaged in an intergalactic campaign against the supreme leader of the Limaxx galaxy for a couple of months now. He had involved himself in the war, initially, for fun, as The Master would often do when it came to more violent events in history. He was having a great time playing spy on all sides of the conflict. That was until his spycraft was discovered. Now, The Master had to lie and manipulate, and maybe even murder, just to get out of this situation unscathed. 

Lying, manipulating, and murdering were very on brand for The Master, however, that was not his goal in entering the intergalactic conflict. He had originally gotten involved in the conflict after he had read about it in a book and then he wanted to experience the war for himself without the antiquated and pompous rhetoric of a historian coaching him through the Limaxx Galaxy War. The Master loved to read, but such a unique conflict like the Limaxx Galaxy War had to be experienced first-hand and not through the pages of a book, at least, that was The Master’s opinion regarding situations such as these. 

Despite wanting to have fun around the Universe, The Master had been trying to keep a lower profile throughout time and space in comparison to how he had acted in the past and in comparison, to his previous regenerations. Now, unlike then, he had someone he needed to protect from his reputation. The Master had you now. You were all he had, actually; the only good thing The Master had in a very long time. And keeping you safe from The Doctor and all of his enemies was the least The Master could do to protect you, along with generally caring for you in other situations. 

But, of course, The Master couldn’t just have a fun experience, could he? Something bad just had to happen. Of course, The Master would get too close to the conflict and the high-power players in the war and, like Icarus, fail due to his ego. You shouldn’t get hurt because of The Master’s ego, though. So, The Master had to do something potentially drastic in order to protect you. He didn’t know what that drastic decision might be, but as long as you would safe, The Master would do anything for you.

A night or two after The Master was discovered by a top general of the Limaxx Army, he returned to The TARDIS with a large gash on his shoulder and chest. It was easily healable, so he wasn’t too worried. But he used this injury as an excuse to plan an extensive counterattack and many, many backup attacks and plans and schemes in order to win this war for mostly himself but also the opponents of The Limaxx supporters. 

The Master hadn’t finished the book about the Limaxx Galaxy War. So, he very well might be the victor written within the text, but the contents of the book were soon a passing thought in The Master’s mind. As soon as you appeared in The Master’s study, fear was ever present on your face. The Master’s mind quickly began to echo your fear because you were involved now. And that just made everything more serious and more messy and potentially, if everything went horribly wrong, more heartbreaking.

“Master!” You ran to The Time Lord as soon as you regained presence of mind after the initial shock of seeing The Master shirtless and bloody. You were upset and trying to help, but The Master was already healed. He grabbed your frantic hands and put on a tone of authority even though his mind was racing with worry, similar to yours.

“Just go back to bed, Y/n. Everything is okay. Everything will be okay.” The Master didn’t want to explain any of this to you, at least not in this way. If this, being a bloody mess after a botched assassination attack, was an interesting anecdote that he told you over a romantic dinner, then he would absolutely love to tell you the story of the Limaxx Conflict and how he was victorious. But this? He did not want to tell you like this.

This was a moment that The Master had feared would happen ever since he had invited you into his time and spaceship, that you would find out about the dangers of the Universe while The Master was currently facing them. His ego, again, got the best of The Master because he never prepared for a moment like this even though he feared that it would happen. You were Human, how could you possibly understand the seriousness of a situation like this? You would want to get involved; The Master could sense your need to help already. The Master needed to stop this now. He needed to defuse your good-natured need to help and stall his full explanation of what he really got up to when you were asleep for after he dealt with the Limaxx Galaxy War.

“Okay? Master, you’re covered in blood! How is that okay?”

“It’s someone else's.” The Master blurt out without thinking.

“Oh really? On your chest? Even though I can clearly see the rip in your shirt, vest, and coat? Master, what happened?” The Master shook his head. He wasn’t thinking clearly which was bad. Very, very bad. So, he took a deep breath and removed himself from you to wash his dried blood from his torso in the bathroom of his study.

While The Master cleaned himself, and then sought out a clean, undamaged, shirt to wear, he briefly explained what he thought you would understand. He told you about how he discovered the conflict, and then how he got involved in the war. Then he explained how he became a bit careless and was discovered spying and helping multiple sides of the conflict. The Limaxx Army and monarchy were much more willing to execute him than some of the other sides, but he was still in mind-numbing amounts of trouble that the Master would have to dig himself out of. Finally, The Master emphasised how he also needed to ensure that you were safe in his TARDIS while he dealt with all of this galactic mess. Though, he didn’t appear to successfully get his final point across to you.

“This is very important. You will be staying here, while I-”

“What! No, Master, I’m coming with you.” You couldn’t believe that The Master would just leave you behind when his life was at risk.

“I need you to stay here, Y/n.” The Master placed his hands on your shoulders, but you shifted out of his grasp.

“No, I want to help you!”

“It’s not safe for you there. You saw what happened to me, do you want that or something worse to happen to you? Do you want to die? Is that what you want?” The Master raised his voice in frustration and then pinched the bridge of his nose once he realised how petulant he sounded. You gave The Master some distance, sitting down on a partially cluttered sofa. You waited for The Master to calm down before trying to make your point again.

“All I want to do is help you. I know that you will keep me safe, but I need to keep you safe, too.” The Master sighed, a hint of anger intermingled with his delight at your devotion. 

The Master loved your determination, how you were never afraid of him and would always fight for your position. But this situation was different than a little tiff about Human music or where to go out to eat or what the temperature within The TARDIS should be. This was a situation far more dangerous than you could comprehend, mostly due to The Master’s own protectiveness, and how he wanted to keep you like this. He wanted to keep you innocent and safe and away from harm for as long as he possibly could. The Master knew what he would have to do in order to keep you safe, even though it might kill him seeing you upset with him after the fact.

“This is not like that. It’s too dangerous. I need you to stay here so I have someone to clean my wounds for me when I return.” The Master walked forward, leaned down in front of you, and patted your knee reassuringly. His tone was soft, too soft, suspiciously so. The Master looked up at you with his big amber eyes. They were big and round and pleading. In other circumstances, you enjoyed seeing The Master’s softer moments, but, as The Master said many times, this conflict was serious and deadly. The Master’s attitude shifted too quickly causing your mind to question his new actions. You had a feeling in your gut about what The Master was about to do. So, you slapped your hand over The Master’s eyes and turned away from the Time Lord.

“Don’t do that!” You exclaimed.

“Do what?!” The Master questioned. His tone was still jovial and lighthearted, though you could trace a hint of frustration in the back of his voice.

“Look into my eyes!”

“Why can’t I look into the eyes of my love before this trying adventure?” You felt The Master remove your hand from his face and then creep his hands up and around your waist. The pads of his thumbs began to rub forceful circles into the flesh of your waist. You continued to face away from him but you could feel The Master staring you down and daring you to break.

The Master’s presence was distracting enough, but his use of the word ‘love’ almost made you lightheaded and willing to do whatever he said. You could tell that he was trying to manipulate you into staying in The TARDIS, but you wished that his affections were real. Maybe if you were positive that his feelings for you were real, then, maybe, you would stay willingly. But you needed to prove that you weren’t just a pathetic Human that could be used for fun at The Master’s every whim. You needed to stay strong. 

“I know what you’ll try to do if I look into your eyes, Master. You’re going to try to hypnotise me into staying behind. So, guess who’s not going to do that?” You leapt up from your seat, quickly dodging The Master’s wanting hands, and moved to leave the room. You heard The Master sigh behind you again (he had been doing that a lot today), but you didn’t turn around.

“Why must you be so stubborn?!” The Master pouted in an exhausted manner. 

“You’re one to talk!” You retorted back to the alien as you stood by the door of the study, your back still facing The Master. 

“Please, Y/n. This will be incredibly dangerous for me, let alone you. I need you to be safe for me. I have no idea what I would do with myself if you got hurt because of me, or worse.” If you had turned around at that moment, you would have seen The Master lounging, outstretched, almost seductively, on the floor while looking up at you with pleading eyes. With the look he was giving you, you might have agreed with him and stayed behind, as long as he stayed with you just a bit longer in that position before returning to the battle. But you must have turned around and given into The Master’s begging tone in a different universe. In this universe, though, you would continue to stand your ground.

“I can handle myself, Master.” You finally spoke before briskly leaving The Master to wallow and worry in his messy study.

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The eyes were incredibly vulnerable, yet enticing, parts of most species' bodies. Because of this vulnerability, that is why The Master chose hypnosis through eye contact most often. It was faster and to random people he hypnotised it often terrified them more. With you, though, quiet relaxing hypnosis sessions were common, like when he helped you get to sleep on troubling nights. It was one of the ways The Master showed his love to you. Being forthcoming with his power to completely corrupt or terrify you but never doing so, actually being kind and respectful, was such an intimate idea to him, He hurt him greatly knowing that he would have to hypnotise you in a manner that he never had before, but this was still all for your protection. So, it didn’t bother him as much as it probably should. However, with you being so stubborn, The Master would have to use other forms of telepathy and hypnosis in order to protect you.

Touch telepathy was a viable option. The Master was a little rusty with this type of hypnosis, though, especially in this regeneration, due to how isolated he had been in this life and the fact that he wasn’t as touchy as he was before. Except for you, of course, with you The Master was probably more affectionate than he had ever been in his life. The Master had only used touch telepathy on you once before, though, but that was during an hour or so long massage after a particularly gruelling trip. If The Master had an hour or two, then he could successfully hypnotise you through touch as he had before. You would not be that easily tricked, though, especially not after The Master’s first attempt to hypnotise you was discovered. Was he that obvious? Maybe he could successfully hypnotise you if he put a bit more effort into it. Or maybe he could just loosen you up before finally locking eyes with you. Either way, you would need multiple doses of hypnotism before The Master would be able to return to the conflict he started.

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The Master slowly and calmly walked up behind you while you prepared your favourite warm beverage. He took a deep breath and then ghosted his fingers down your spine. The Master could feel how determined you were. So, The Master stepped closer to you, his torso pressed tightly against your back, and then stroked your arms up and down soothingly. More physical contact would aid in his attempts to hypnotise you.

“Are you going to the library to read?” The Master asked after a moment of breathing in your presence. Your mind was just as strong-willed as ever. You were a tough opponent, weren’t you?

“Yes. That is, until you wise up and let me join you on this little adventure.” You retorted coldly. 

The Master dropped his head onto your shoulder defeatedly. He really didn’t want to hypnotise you in this way, in such an improper way. The manner in which he saved for his enemies: without consent. Because The Master liked you, and now that the two of you had been travelling together and growing closer and more trusting of each other, The Master preferred to hypnotise you consensually. Whenever you had a rough day, he would calm you down via hypnosis. If you had nightmares, he would hypnotise you to sleep. And, of course, The Master had suggested (and had made many plans consisting of) experimenting with romantic and sexual hypnotism. But this was completely different. Why couldn’t you just listen to him so he wouldn’t have to do this?

The Master pulled the collar of your shirt to the side and began kissing your shoulder with his soft lips. With every kiss, you felt a numbing jolt rush to your head. It felt so nice and calm and dreamy, and you could feel the rush enticing you to a land of peaceful sleep. When The Master hummed against your pulse point your mind finally fought against him and cleared briefly. You straightened your back with clarity. The Master was trying to hypnotise you again!

“Are you really trying to hypnotise me, again?” You barked in frustration.

“No …” The Master mumbled into your brain.

“Really? Because it feels like you are.” You mentally shot back.

“If you would just listen to me and stay in The TARDIS, then I wouldn’t have to hypnotise you into doing what I want.”

“Get Out.” You growled in response. 

The Master huffed defeatedly but telepathically left your mind. He then exited The TARDIS kitchen with a new plan already forming in his mind.

A couple of hours later, The Master set up an elaborate set of mirrors, bouncing reflections off of each other. It was a bit juvenile and Human, but The Master knew that tricking you in this way would actually be successful. Knowing you when you got stubborn, The Master was certain that you would eventually come out to try and find him and try to convince him that you were correct. You just needed him to see your position. And eventually, like clockwork, you came wandering out from the library directly into The Master’s trap. 

You looked around, confused. Why were there so many mirrors out? You walked through the hallway close to the ballroom where The Master often lounged in dramatically, but then you locked eyes with The Master through an elaborate mirror.

“No!” You screamed before sleepiness overtook your mind and then fell onto the floor of the TARDIS. In your sleepy haze, you saw a blurred image of The Master walking up to you. Then he picked you up in his strong arms. You groaned in annoyance, but you couldn’t stop your head front lolling onto The Master’s shoulder.

“How are you feeling?” The Master looked you over, making sure he didn’t overdo his hypnotism. It wasn’t likely, due to the reflections of the mirrors dulling the effects, but he needed to make sure of what he did because he was doing this to you.

“You’re a meanie.” You tried to swipe at The Master’s nose but you underestimated the distance in your haze and didn’t even reach his face. 

“Yep! That’s me. Big ol’meanie Master just trying to protect his companion and the love of his life from any harm. How horribly mean of me to do that! Unbelievable.” The Master chuckled at you in this state. He had seen you exhausted before, and this was a perfect imitation. You finally were safe, and you would soon be asleep, so there was nothing for him to worry about anymore. 

“Love …” You hummed, intrigued, but completely out of your mind. The Master hummed, too, suddenly more aware of how many times he had used that word when referring to you today, seemingly absentmindedly. One thing that Humans and Gallifreyans had in common was the fact that ‘love’ was an incredibly powerful word not to be used lightly. But was The Master actually using it lightly, or did he really mean what he said? He assumed that it was the latter, but he would consider that option more thoroughly while he was murdering his way through the Limaxx Galaxy War.

“Part of me hopes that you will forget this but the other part of me hopes that you will remember. Which shall it be, my little Human?” The Master leaned down to whisper darkly into your face. Your eyes were fully closed now, directly on the brink of sleep.

“I’ll remember out of spite.” You slurred your words, but your sentiment was powerfully mixed within your tone. The Master just found your antics humorous in the most loving way.

“I guess we will see when I come back to you, then. Though, I will happily encourage you to be spiteful.” The Master’s dark chuckle reverberated throughout your mind.

Finally, The Master carried you into your shared room and delicately tucked you into bed. Your body was limp and completely melted into the plush of the decadent mattress. 

“I’ll be back as soon as possible, my love. Just have a little nap. Then when you wake up, I will be back, and we can do whatever you want.” The Master whispered into your ear. 

“No. I’m mad at you, now.” You pouted into the soft covers. 

Sleep had practically overtaken your mind at this point, but you were still trying to hold onto the last ropes of your waking reality. The Master had to admire that. You were stronger than he thought you were. With some training and preparation, you probably could overthrow worlds and galaxies alongside him if you were so inclined to do so, or you could potentially surpass him in hypnosis and telepathic abilities and give him a run for his money if that was more your style. Either way, The Master definitely found is equal in you. He was certain of it.

“Fine, I’ll just make you like me again when I return. In whatever way you want me to make you like me again. Tonight’s festivities will be your choice.” The Master kissed your forehead for one last blast of hypnotism, causing you to be fully wrapped up in the folds of his sleep spell. The Master rolled his eyes at his abilities. Of course, touch telepathy would be successful when you were already under powerful partial hypnosis. He really needed to work on his skills so a situation such as this would never happen again. There was no excuse for being rusty, especially when that could cause you to be potentially hurt. But you were safe now. His little Human, completely safe in his TARDIS; that is all that mattered to The Master.

#ghost's posts #my writing #fanfiction #x reader #anon #request #doctor who x reader #doctor who #the master x reader #the master #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master #no beta read

[yingatlas]

Hey! I want to request if you don't mind, Fu Hua x Mantis!Reader, basically this reader I really like that fic lmao, thank you anyway!

Hellooo <333 ofc I actually hadn’t read that one yet until you requested this and it was so cute I loved it

I hope you don’t mind any sort of plot holes or such cause I actually haven’t really finished the ER/PE story yet 😓 (also sorry if the ending seems kinda rushed)

I found you, you found me

Fu Hua x Mantis Reader

You had been in the moths much longer than Fu hua due to getting caught up in honkai attacks at a young age.

When both of your parents had died the moths was the only place left for you to go

You dedicated everything into fighting because in truth what else was there for you to live for?

Due to this you became a mantis at a young age, not caring for the risk of the outcomes, you were one of the few who volunteered and one of the even fewer that survived

But you couldn’t feel anything, your already dull life seem to grow even dimmer.

You lost taste in food and anything that affected the normal human senses seem to dwindle for you

However that does mean you can actually be near and interact with Kevin without feeling his coldness. (This makes him secretly happy)

Everything just felt empty though, no matter what you would do in the end it got you nowhere, life was simply a chore and fighting was all you knew how to do.

Then she had to walk into your life, a broken yet determined girl had suddenly came crashing into your life…. Well technically it was you who came crashing into hers, literally

Being flung through the battle grounds and crashing into the raven haired girl was not part of your usual routine but here you guys were.

Honestly it was just a simple clearing out mission nothing too big but you being you couldn’t feel an injury on yourself until it was too late and a sharp pain took over your body

A large honkai beast took notice of this weakness and immediately rammed into you sending you flying. You would had probably gotten more injuries had a certain young girl around your age appeared in your way and help break your fall

As you got up and were about to apologize/say thank you, you instead had to grab the other girl and duck as an attack was hurled at you two

Snapping out of it you both immediately got back into battle, on the battlefield you two were warriors, not human.

However after the battle, that same girl managed to find you again. She introduced herself to you

“Hua…” you said testing how her name rolled off your tongue. It was surprisingly easy and something just felt right about it.

Hua nodded her head with a small sound of confirmation. “And you? Who might you be”

“Call me Y/n” you said bluntly and a look of realization came across her face.

“Yes, I believe Kevin had mentioned you to me just before this” she said, which didn’t surprise you much. Kevin was fond of you due to you being unaffected by his current state and also one of the few who had successfully became a mantis.

“Mhm, Dr. Mei had mentioned another mantis would be in this mission. If I’m not mistaken we must be around the same age then.” Hua nodded in confirmation as silence fell upon you two.

Hua, not knowing what to do, studied you a bit and instantly noticed your injuries that you seemed to pay no attention to. “Are you going to treat your injuries soon?” She asked, pointing them out

You looked dumbly at her before looking down at yourself. “Ah… I had forgotten about these. Perhaps I should, but it would take too long.”

“So you’re just going to go untreated” a hint of concern was present in her voice

“Perhaps, I’ll see what I can do for myself though-” you felt a hand grab your arm as you were dragged away

“Come, I will at least apply the necessary first aid needed” you dumbfoundedly followed Hua as she led you away from your previous spot. She made you sit down as she grabbed a box filled with medical supplies.

You both sat in silence as Hua begins to clean and bandage up the wounds that were littered around your body.

It was a comfortable silence and you couldn’t help but to feel relaxed and warm at this feeling of being taken care of

Wait….

Feel?

That isn’t right.

After that interaction you found yourself meeting with Hua more often. Whether it was coincidence or your own body unconsciously leading you to her you wouldn’t know

At the very least Hua doesn’t seem to mind the company so you’ll continue to stick around her.

Though this got some teasing from Elysia and intrigued looks from a few others. Your almost instant connection with Hua felt almost like second nature.

You’re not sure why, and Hua doesn’t seem to understand the extent of how out of character this is for you but you can’t help but want to stay with her and protect her from everything. Even her own mind sometimes.

Yes, perhaps jumping in front of an attack with an already unstable body that was on the verge of breaking due to overuse in battle was not the best idea you’ve ever had.

But in your defense, it was aiming at Hua and her getting hurt right in front of you es just unacceptable.

As you awaken in a hospital bed, your eyes immediately noticed the sleeping figure laying their head down next to you.

“Hua…” you mutter, unable to not keep her name from escaping your lips. It was such a pleasant feeling, to say her name, you could do it a millions times if it meant the warm feeling inside of you would remain

Hua stirred before her eyes cracked open. They seemed dazed for a moment as she processed everything

You were awake, her body snapped up, eyes looking at you in shock. You stared back with an unreadable expression like always

Hua simply relaxed a bit as her hand gripped the bed sheets tightly. “You’re awake, thank god” her voice was quiet with a bitter yet relieved expression

You nodded and took the hand she was gripping onto the bed so tightly into yours, loosening the grip of it. You didn’t like it when she did that all agitation and stressed, you liked it when she was relaxed. Hua knew this

“Even now you’re still focused and worried about me… why? You could have nearly died due to my ignorance.” Hua was frustrated, why did you always do this, why for her, what did she do to deserve such protection from you?

“I didn’t want to see you hurt” You responded calmly, almost like it was as obvious as what color the sky was

This only made her more frustrated. She stood up “you think I want to see you hurt too!? Y/n what you did was reckless and idiotic, had your body not mange to pull itself together you would not be here. The mission would have been a failure and I—…”

Hua’s voice died down at the end as she looked down

“I could have lost you too… and it would have been all my fault-”

Hua found herself not being able to continue as arms wrapped around her abruptly pulling her close. It was a bit of an awkward position due to you still being bed bound but it was warm

“Y/n! What-” “I’m sorry hua please forgive me”

She looked at you in shock as there were silent tears in your eyes. Why? Why were you shedding tears for her? How were you shedding tears? This all confused her

“Hua, none of what happened was your fault. I was so scared to see you hurt, I wanted so badly to protect you. I didn’t even know I could still possess these emotions or any emotions. But you still make me feel them and I latched onto it.” You didn’t even let her get a word in before continuing again.

“You make me feel things I never would have thought I could possess again. In this soulless life I found comfort in your warmth, so please don’t think badly of yourself.” Hua was in no way a love expert but even to her this sounded like a confession. It comforted her in a different way then normal, it was so warm.

So warm that the icy cold exterior she had melted immediately as she cried in your arms. You started to panic fearing you had done something wrong. “Hua? Hua I’m sorry please don’t cry.”

You tried to brush the tears away gently cupping her cheek only for her to lean into your touch… and upwards. A soft pair of lips met yours and you froze, the only thing you could manage was to close your eyes.

As she pulled away you both stared into each other’s eyes. A small blush dusted her face as your mouth was hung open in shock. “I have never once liked seeing a comrade put themselves in harms way. You are no exception to that fact. In fact, you are the one person that I cannot lose.”

Your eyes softened at her words. You let Hua curl up against you as you held her. Leaving a kiss on her temple. “I won’t leave you Hua, I never will. A moth cannot stray from it’s light, and you burn too brightly for me to loose you”

After that, you two were officially dating, though never stated out loud it others it was obvious.

When it came time for the previous era to come to end and the current era to begin, you were along side Hua.

However due to the complications it was decided that while you both were to complete the same task it would be in different areas.

This sadden Hua but you brushed it off “no matter how long it will take I will come back to you, whether you have forgotten me or not will not stop me from being by your side.”

These words brought her comfort as she knew you had meant those words. Entrusting Hua’s care to Fuxi and Nuwa. You two had to part ways

Eventually, Fu Hua’s memories of you had faded until they were completely destroyed in the fight against Sirin. This had broken her in a way she couldn’t understand.

In times of need she found herself longing for the comfort of someone familiar she couldn’t remember, she found herself unconsciously seeing certain fighting styles that made her lost in thought

You were someone that took on many identities over your lifetimes. Fading into the background was normal for you, you had done that a lot during your time with the moths.

Leading others to the goal while remaining undetected was much easier than actually being the leader.

However eventually someone had taken notice of your presence. A man by the name of Welt, Welt Joyce, the first Herrscher of Reason.

Then boom you were sucked into the chaos of Anti-Entropy generally assisting them from time to time while still keeping your identity mostly hidden from others.

You helped them make better tech using your knowledge from the previous era which basically had made you Einstein and Tesla’s go to test subject lab partner

In exchange, they kept your identity a secrete, help you fulfill the goal of passing on your knowledge to the correct era, and finally, gave you tabs as to how Fu Hua was doing.

Despite the many years that have passed your memories of your light was something you treasured. Even if her journey didn’t include you in it, it doesn’t matter to you. Knowing she’s safe is enough for you.

Only after the whole HoS and HoD incident was when you two finally reconnected. Fu Hua had obtained some of her memories back and that included those with you. At first it pained her a bit to know she had no idea of someone she had treasured so deeply before.

She didn’t know how you were or if you were even alive. Had you change? What were you doing for so long? Had you kept you promise or did you forget about her by now? It was all confusing to Fu Hua

Due to the injures she had sustained in the battle with Dominance, Fu Hua was referred to a few days of rest (despite saying how she was feeling fine)

She was getting an examination with Tesla and Einstein when they had told her how they were expecting a “lab partner/a stoic idiot” to show up soon. They said how they would like her to meet said lab partner, which confused her a bit but she didn’t questioned if.

“Doctor Einstein, I had gotten your signal. Was there something you needed to discuss-…” You paused at your eyes took in the very familiar face and body of your (past?) lover. You stood in shock as Fu Hua looked back mirroring your expression.

Einstein ushered doctor Tesla out as she gave you a knowing look and felt you two alone.

You blinked “Hua..?” You asked trying to see if she had recognized you. Which the answer was obviously yes. “Y/n” the name had rolled off her tongue so easy. Yes, it felt right

At that confirmation, the room grew silent. Fu hua didn’t know what she could say to you. Not like either of you two were big talkers before anyways.

Then, when the silent tears rolled down your face that reminded her so much of her memories of that night she stood closer to you and cupped your face.

Wiping your tears she was greeted with the realization of how the roles were reversed now yet it still felt so right.

“Hua… I found you”

“You found me, y/n”

Fu hua gently held you as you basked in her warmth, like a moth to a flame, you had been guided to her once more.

#honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd x reader #honkai impact x reader #honkaimpact3rd #hi3 x reader #hi3 #fu hua #fu hua honkai #fu hua x reader #fu hua x y/n #fu hua x you #no beta read #no beta we die like himeko

[starboy-acer]

"outlaw, traitor, exile" (chapter one)

(this is longer than most because this is a full fic on ao3!! please go check it out there if you prefer to read there! but if you prefer to read here and want to keep track of the chapters, follow the outlaw traitor exile tag!)

Captain Black was infamous on the seas of Mana. He was one of the newest and youngest Pirate Lords and everyone knew of his name. They knew his ship and the black sails that cast a shadow over any ship that he approached. They didn't know his face. They didn't know his real name. All the people of Mana knew were his title and the fear that he struck into their hearts.

Admiral Jay Ferin, daughter of the revered Jayson Ferin, was known by everyone in the oversea. She was known to be a lot more empathetic than her family. She cared for people. She didn't want to be feared. All she wanted was to make a change in the world. After getting reprimanded for the millionth time by her father for showing empathy for "criminals" who were just fighting for their freedom, she was sent to the sea and tasked with hunting down Captain Black.

Gillion Tidestrider, "Champion of the Undersea, Hero of the Deep", was exiled from the only place he knew. Since then, he's done nothing but get in trouble with not only the navy but pirates too. One night, he stumbles onto a large ship after escaping a fleet of Navy ships. Only to be met by Captain Black's shadowed face and his glowing smile.

"What do we have here?"

Captain Chip Black paces around the short blue man who washed up on his ship, his hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. His long red coat dragged behind him and his matching hat tipped down at the perfect angle to cover his eyes. Gillion glanced at his hand on his sword, then at his lack of a shirt. His eyes traced over the flame-like tattoos across his chest as they swirled and spiraled. In the dark, it almost looked like they moved. Maybe they did, Gillion couldn't tell.

"Hello there! I am Gillion Tidestrider! Champion of the Undersea, Hero of the Deep. Sorry about the... intrusion. I'm just passing through. You know how it is." Gillion rambled on. Usually, when he jumped on a ship, he was attacked right away by either the Navy or pirates. The fact that this man was simply circling him like a shark scared him a little.

The man chuckled slightly. He stopped in front of Gillion. "I know who you are." He said with darkness in his tone. His voice was like shadows; it was dark, slow, and seemed to creep up on you and send shivers down your back.

"Oh?" Gillion questioned and laughed nervously. "Well, I don't know who you are. I am curious about how you know me but I guess that being a Champion gets you that kind of recognition!"

Suddenly, Gillion was pinned to the ground with a sword to his throat. He had no idea how or when this happened. Chip had managed to, without a sound and as quick as lightning, push the heavily armored triton to the ground. Chip knew who Gillion was. He knew what Gillion had been up to since he had been exiled. He knew that Gillion had somehow sunk plenty of ships of pirates that he knew and plenty of ships that he was seeking out. Gillion had somehow caused a rift in some of Chip's plans against the Navy. However, Gillion had absolutely zero clue that he had caused as much destruction as he had. He just thought it was bad luck that the ships kept sinking after he showed up and was attacked by them. 

"You're the damn fish that's been sinking ships all over Mana." Chip's hat had fallen off in the altercation and now Gillion could see his full face. Gillion could now see his stubble that framed his mouth with shockingly white teeth along with his brown eyes that were now scowling at him. "Do you even know what you've done? All the plans that went to shit because of you? All the pirates that I recruited to my cause that lost their ships because of you?"

Gillion just stared at him, his eyes wide. "Uh. No. No, I didn't. Wait, what cause? Who are you?" Gillion was always moist, but now he felt like he was sweating. He had absolutely no clue how that worked, but it did. Chip looked at him in shock. Was this guy really that stupid? He had no clue what he had done. Was he lying? Did this fish not recognize Chip's ship or his sails? Chip leans up, still straddling Gillion so that he couldn't stand up. His arms drop to his sides and he squints at the fish man under him while a million questions run through his mind. Gillion just laid there like a rock. He, for once, had nothing to say. He didn't know what was going on.

"You really have no clue, do ya?"

Gillion nods and slightly shrugs as he replies, "I have no clue like most of the time." Chip scoffs to hide a laugh. Deciding that Gillion wasn't a threat, he stands. Chip puts his hat back on, but places it high enough where his face can be shown. Gillion stands up and brushes himself off.

Chip puts his sword away and crosses his arms, his entire figure lit up by the moon. Gillion took note of the swirling tattoos on his arms. They were definitely moving, no doubt about it. Chip noticed that Gillion was staring, hard. Chip walked up to Gillion and leaned down to look in his eyes. A light pink spread across the triton's face as he felt Chip's breath in his face. "What're ya starin' at?" Chip smiled.

"Your tattoos. They look like they're moving." Gillion stated as he took a step back. Chip looked down at the tattoos that flowed like water but were the color of fire. "Yeah, they're movin'."

"How?"

"You have an awful lot of questions."

"Yes. Now answer them."

"And if I don't?"

Gillion's jaw dropped and he looked in disbelief. This man was really testing his patience. "I, Gillion Tidestrider, will sink your ship!" He decided to declare.

Chip's eyebrow raised and he looked Gillion up and down. This was a 5'8 fish against a 5'10 pirate lord. Chip could not picture a timeline where Gillion would win this fight, and because of this, he did one of the stupidest things he had done thus far.

"Fight me then. The loser has to answer all the questions that the winner has." Chip smirked and Gillion's eyes lit up. If there was one thing that he was good at, it was battle. Gillion picked up his sword from the ground and then took off the glass bowl that he had at his side and set it to the side. "Pretzel, stay right there and watch, okay?"

"Pretzel?" Chip questioned while stretching.

"Win and I'll tell you who she is." Gillion took his battle stance.

Battered and bruised, Gillion stood over Chip. He pushed Chip's chin with the tip of his sword so that Chip was looking up at him. Gillion's lips turned up in a smile. "Still got it." He said triumphantly. He then pointed over to the glass bowl with the pink frogtopus spinning around and chirping happily. "That's Pretzel. My best friend and companion!" Gillion picks her up with his free hand and she squirms to rest on his shoulder.

Chip scoffed and pushed the sword out of his face. He stood up and brushed off the back of his coat. "I thought the loser answered the questions."

"Yes, that was the deal. I was just being nice." The fish man smiled and sheathed his sword. He was all bloodied and was breathing heavily, but he still kept a naturally positive aura about him. All Chip could think about was how useful this man would be as a part of his crew. He's strong and he's positive enough to boost morale on low days. It wasn't often that Chip got beat on his ship, but that fish somehow did it. That fish man, Gillion Tidestrider, beat Captain Black on his own ship and is still smiling. Frankly, Chip was amazed. He refused to show it, however, as he stood and adjusted his clothing. He gestured over to the starboard side of the deck where a square crate sat. Chip sat down on one side of it and Gillion sat on the other. Chip opened up the crate, pulled a dark green bottle out of it, and uncorked it as he took a swig. He closed the crate and set the bottle on top of it as it acted as a table between them.

"So, fish guy, what do ya wanna know?" Chip asked as he took another swig of the bottle. He offered it to Gillion, but he refused and looked up at the sky, pondering his questions.

"What is your name?"

Chip looked over at Gillion. He was almost baffled before he remembered earlier when Gillion very clearly had no clue who he was. "I'm Captain Black. My real name's Chip."

"Captain Black?" Gillion questioned. He had heard the name before, but he can't seem to remember where he heard it from (failed history check, obviously). Chip shook his head and chuckled quietly. It was almost refreshing to meet someone who had no clue who he was, but he found it funny nonetheless.

"Captain Chip Black. The lone survivor of the tragedy that struck the Black Rose pirates 'round a decade ago. Ring any bells?" Chip looked over at Gillion, still confused. "Youngest pirate lord in Mana at only nineteen years old? Seriously, that doesn't set off any alarms in your undersea mind?"

Gillion thought about it as hard as he possibly could. He looked to Pretzel and she chirped something at him that Chip couldn't understand. "You're right, Pretzel! That's where I heard that name last!" Gillion looked back over and Chip. "I've only heard your name on some of the ships we've come across. The last time I heard it was on a big Navy ship!"

Chip coughed as he fully turned his body to Gillion. "A big Navy ship? Please, do tell!"

"This big guy I had seen in the undersea right before my ex- I mean, before I left for my adventure! Yeah, that's what I mean. Anyway, big guy with orange hair and some other lady I had never seen before, also orange hair, were talking about you. Big guy seemed pretty angry at her. All I heard was 'YOU'RE NOT COMING BACK UNTIL YOU HAVE BLACK'S HEAD ON A STICK WITH YOU!'" Gillion stood and deepened his voice to imitate the voice of the man he was discussing. "But then these guys came up to us and tried to capture us, but Gillion Tidestrider refuses to be a prisoner! You can't imprison the champion of the undersea, after all. We managed to get off that ship before the big guy saw us. Few days later, we end up here!"

Chip's jaw seemed like it had hit the deck by the time Gillion had sat back down. Before he could come to any conclusions on who those people were, Chip had to ask some follow-up questions. "Wait, these orange-haired people, did you catch their names? Ranks? Last names? Any information about them?"

"I thought I was supposed to be asking the questions!"

"LISTEN, MAN," Chip yelled, maybe a bit too loudly. He collected himself and took a deep breath. "You can ask more questions in a second, but this is important. I need you to answer me. Do you have any information on who those people were?"

Gillion thought back to his surroundings on the ship. He remembered seeing a plaque beside the door to the room those people were in, but he was having a hard time remembering what it said. "There was a plaque next to the door. It said... Ad- Admiral? Admiral something..." Pretzel chirped up and then flapped her tentacles like wings. Chip didn't understand what she said, but he definitely knew what those motions were. His face went cold. "Ah, that's right! Admiral Ferin! And there was a bird engraved under it. The big guy also had a pin with this bird on it. Good eye, Pretzel!" Gillion stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of fish to feed to Pretzel.

"Oh. My. God." Chip stood up and laughed as he ran his hand through his hair. Gillion felt his face slightly heat up at the sight of it, but he shook it off. "Hah! Admiral Ferin! THE Ferins are sending someone after ME!" Chip turned and crouched down to Gillion and squeezed his face. "You gorgeous fish, you! You just gave me SO MUCH information." 

Chip stood upright again. To other pirates, having the legendary Ferins after you might seem scary. To Captain Black, it was nothing but good news. He's spent the past ten years trying to be the best pirate in Mana. He's been working his hardest to live up to the hype that came with the Black Rose pirates. He wanted nothing more than to make the late Arlin James, his mentor and almost-father figure, proud. Chip wanted to be not only a legendary pirate but a helpful one. His infamy comes from the liberation he's spread along his way. He's freed hundreds of people and handfuls of towns from the grasp of the Navy as they've encroached on neutral- and even outlaw- land lately. He saw the beginnings of tyranny bloom and decided to try and stomp it out before it bore fruit. Having the Ferins say his name, to have the Ferins hunt him down? That was his opportunity. This only proved to him that what he was doing was right. This proved to him that he was on the right path.

"I'm a little lost here," Gillion spoke up, snapping Chip out of his trance. "What is happening?"

"Gillion Tidestrider, do I have a story for you!" Chip smiled as he looked back over to Gillion. His smile then fell as he looked out to the dark horizon. "Oh, fuck."

Gillion stood up and looked in the same direction with a quizzical look on his face. "What? What do you see?"

Chip then quickly put his hat back on and rushed to the door to the below-deck cabins to gather his small crew of ex-Navy turned to his cause. "JOHN, GET THE CREW AND GET UP." Gillion could hear some mumbling before Chip started yelling again "IF THIS IS WHAT I THINK IT IS, THEN WE NEED TO BE READY TO EITHER FIGHT OR GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE."

"Chip, what can I do? What is happening?" Gillion asked with his hand on his sword as about five men came out from below deck. The first of them was a big, burly man with a tattered Navy uniform and what seemed to be tribal tattoos across his arms. The man looked at Gillion and then at Chip.

"Who is this, Captain?" He asked, his voice deep and gruff.

Chip looks at Gillion and back at the man then back at Gillion. "Gillion Tidestrider, meet my first mate, Marshall John. He's ex-Navy, lookin' to make a change in the world. John, this is Gillion. He washed up on the ship and beat my ass in a one-on-one then told me about how the Ferins are after me now, so he's stuck with us for now. Now, John, get the crew ready." Chip pulled out a spyglass and looked out to the distance as he spoke. "It looks like she's alone, so we're not gonna run just yet, but be ready to hoist the sails as soon as I say the word."

Marshall John nods and runs to direct the rest of the crew as Chip walks to the edge of the starboard. Gillion follows. "What is going on?! I'm so lost."

"Gillion," Chip gestures for Gillion to stand beside him and hands him the spyglass before pointing out in the distance. Gillion holds the spyglass up to his eye and Chip moves it to where he's pointing. "See that ship? Does that look familiar to you?"

Gillion took a second to look over the ship before spotting the Jolly Roger that was flying high. It was none other than the Navy's flag. He then caught a glimpse of orange before Chip took the spyglass from him. "Navy ships."

"Bingo." Chip just stared out at the ship as it got closer.

As it got closer, Gillion could clearly spot more orange. Then, he saw a face. Then, a shiver ran down his spine as bright blue eyes pierced his soul, even though they weren't looking at him directly. He looked at Chip, who had a cocky, bright smile across his face.

"Gillion Tidestrider, you're about to meet my very best friend," Chip said, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

"And who would that be?" Gillion asked, still clueless as to who this was.

"None other than the youngest Navy admiral and youngest of the most ruthless Navy lineage." He waved as the only other crew member on the Navy ship put down the anchor as the ship was now within range of Chip's. He cupped his hands around his mouth to project his voice farther.

"Jay Ferin! Good to see you, sureshot!"

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[vssail]

bf aventurine x reader

warnings: guns, very short

your bf aventurine teaches you how to use a gun

possible grammar mistakes, english is not my first language

“That’s right, keep your hands steady” he whispered in your ear, which caused a slight tremble from you and a quiet chuckle from him.

How on earth were you supposed to keep calm when he was right behind you, hugging you from behind holding your body to show you how you should stay while shooting.

“Someone’s getting nervous, huh?” he joked, moving his hands to cover yours holding the gun “Since this is your first shot, I’ll help you, okay?”

Now he seemed to be closer to you, worsening the anxiety you were feeling. You could feel all details of his body pressing against your back, even the little band on his chest. Because he wasn’t wearing his usual fancy shirts but a simple black t-shirt, you could feel the skin of his arms against your own. His chin resting on your shoulder and his cheek on yours made it easier for you to feel his breathing.

While your attention was purely on the man behind you, a sudden and loud sound made you jump in your place. During your reverie about his features against your own, he shot the gun. He let out a shameless laugh at your reaction, and returned to his previous position, hugging your waist.

“I hope you were attentive to the demonstration, because I want to see a good shot now”

You watched at him, trying to tell him with your eyes that you were not ready for that. But his only reaction was to hug you tighter.

“Don’t be scared, baby, I’m right here. I won’t let you fall if that’s your fear”

If only that was the only problem… of course you didn’t want to try and shoot with him so close to you, it was aggravating your nerves. But you didn’t want him to go away now, not when you were used to his warmth. With all the strength left on your body, you raised the gun and aimed at the target. You didn’t knew where you were aiming at, you were too far away of the target to see it. Aventurine noticed your doubts, and encouradged you to shoot without thinking. And you did just that.

“Well, we’ll have to work on your aim, but this was a great start. You almost hitted the target!”

“I don’t wanna hold this thing again” you interrupted his cheerful celebration with a tired tone, handing him the gun.

“Oh, don’t be like that, it wasn’t that bad, wasn’t it?”

“I just don’t like it. Anyway, I don’t plan on shooting anyone in my life”

“I get it, but I want you to be prepared for every situation possible before arriving in Penacony” he turned you around so you could see him in the eyes “I won’t be able to be with you all the time, and I don’t want to risk your safety”

You didn’t liked guns, blood and all that kind of things that were related to death, but maybe just this time you could do an exception, just to calm him down. He wasn’t entirely in agreement with you going to Penacony, but you insisted a lot, you really wanted to visit that dream planet with him. This would be just a small payment in exchange for the trip of your dreams with the man of your dreams.

2.1 mission destroyed me, so I decided to write something chill ab the bp icon. tysm for the support in my first post, I didn't think so many people would read it

#aventurine x reader #aventurine honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #no beta read

[kaizoku-gary]

Fighting the darkness

Pairing: Buggy x gender-neutral reader

Genre: hurt-comfort

Word count: 693

Warnings/Tags: sad/depressed reader, emotional pain, lots of crying, cuddling, soft Buggy.

Summary: One morning you wake up and suddenly life is too much to handle. It hurst even trying to get up, but no matter how deep your wounds are, Buggy is always there to help you ease the pain.

A/N: a little hurt-comfort to satisfy your Buggy needs while I finish the second part to "Fair Winds and Following Seas".

Read it on AO3

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Getting out of bed isn't easy when you feel the weight of the world pushing you against the mattress. You want to close your eyes and fall asleep again; maybe a couple more hours will be enough to make you feel better. But you know how it is; sleeping longer never helps when you are exhausted, tired of overthinking, and regretting being born.

The sun shines brightly but the air is cold, matching the way you feel inside. Your is body heavy like lead when you finally try to get up. But you need him, despite the darkness growing inside you, you have to get out of bed and find him. Only he can chase away the monsters.

"Buggy?" you speak softly, entering the pirate's office. He is on his desk, actively sketching what looks like a complex map, the smell of hot coffee filling the room.

"Not now, my treasure. I'm kinda busy here," the pirate replies without taking his eyes away from his work.

"I'm sorry," you say, and for a brief moment, you think of closing the door behind you and going back to bed, but tears are already pooling in your eyes, and the ache in your chest won't let you move.

"Would you please… give me a hug?" you beg with a heavy sigh and a trembling voice, feeling the world crumbling around you, the air crushing you under his invisible hand.

Buggy drops his pen not a second after, and turns around to check on you, the expression on his face changing from mild annoyance to concern when he sees the tears pouring down your cheeks.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hurrying to place his arms around you and pull you to his chest. His heart shatters into smaller pieces with every sob.

No answer comes as you cling to him and weep uncontrollably, trying to drain the darkness growing inside you. Your soul is falling to pieces, and happiness seems like a faraway memory. Even if you could speak, words wouldn't be enough to describe how helpless you are, how tiny and insignificant you feel compared to the thoughts nagging at your mind. And you hate yourself for dragging Buggy into your own hell.

"It's alright, baby. I'm here," the pirate reassures you before kissing the top of your head. Clear tears fall from his eyes, and he holds you tight, trying to snatch you from the bleak grip of sorrow before it drags you deeper.

"Come here," Buggy whispers moments after, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch.

Sitting on his lap, with your arms around his neck and your head on his shoulder you sigh, weakend by the battle inside your mind. Buggy's hands caress your back as he hums a quiet melody and suddenly the ice inside you begins to melt slowly.

"I love you, my treasure. You know that, right?" Buggy says, his voice warm like the spring sun. "I won't let anyone or anything harm you. I promise."

The pirate kisses your shoulder, your neck, your temple. You raise your head to look at him, and he kisses the tears from your eyes. "I love you," He repeats as many times as you need to hear it. Soon, shadows dissipate, and life recovers its bright colors.

"I love you too, Buggy," you finally say before leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. "Sorry to have worried you," you say, wiping off the tears on his face.

"It's ok. I'm here for you… I'll always be," he says, holding you tighter.

"Can we stay like this a little longer?" you ask.

"We can stay like this forever if you need it," he replies before kissing you softly.

*****

When did you fall asleep in his arms? You don't remember, but when you open your eyes, you're still cuddling with Buggy on the sofa, both covered by a warm blanket. He's still asleep, and you smile lovingly. No matter how often you tell him, he will never realize how important he is to you and how big is your love for him.

"Thank you, Buggs," you whisper before falling asleep again.

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[snoozepotato]

We’ll Be Fine -1- (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the original source material or any of its characters.

A/N: I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors I missed, characters may be a lil ooc because I just love big men being soft! Ghost brain rot since 2009🔥💀🔥 I AM SORRY!

she/her pronouns

Congratulations, I have gifted you a younger brother for this story!

Category: slice of life, slow burn, mutual pining

Warnings: swearing, eye contact, mild shenanigans

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Summary: You arrive at base to pick up your brother, he does a terrible job at introducing you to his friends.

Part 1

~Kiddos~

Standing near the entrance to the facility you thoughtlessly bounced back and forth on the balls of your feet, an outlet for your slowly growing anxiety. ‘Technically’ you're a government employee, it’s complicated... Despite that being here leaves you feeling uneasy, most places like this still do.

 After an extended deployment overseas your brother had finally returned home, and you had promised to cook him dinner. So here you are, waiting for him to make an appearance in front of the military base he currently calls home. It's been a dreary day but the dense clouds are parting, making way for a steady building sunset. 

‘At least it’s not TOO cold,’ you suppose, allowing a false relief to wash over you. You were never very good at dressing for the weather, which comes with the ‘indoor person’ territory you radiated. What you lacked in physical prowess you made up for in technical abilities, at least that's what you tell yourself.

A brisk wind suddenly strikes your back, the thin sweatshirt just barely enough to stop nature's oncoming assault. Stuffing your hands into the front pocket, you fumble with your keys in an attempt to keep distracted.

‘Should have just waited in the car,’ brooding, you roll your eyes before catching sight of a group heading outside.

Curious eyes scanning the lot of them as they exit the building, spotting your brother's large figure somehow dwarfed by the hulking men beside him… Suddenly feeling very small.

Your eyes lock momentarily with a stranger's murky stare, deep brown orbs stricken gold by the fading rays of light. Dark grease paint smudging out the skin left exposed by his balaclava.

‘That's different,’ your thoughts halt, shoulders stiffening involuntarily realizing you're just staring at this man who you don't know. Quickly averting your gaze, attention shifting to greet your brothers steadily approaching figure.

Large hands grasped your forearms before pulling you into a crushing hug. Wrapping your arms around him stiffly, you let out a breathy laugh.

“This is my older sister, and I’m off to have a home-cooked meal,” he declares, snatching the keys from your hand and making a dash for the car. Abandoning you on the sidewalk.

“Debug,” you correct and turn to leave, attempting to place the now empty appendage back into your pocket but are stopped mid-motion.

 Another lad seems to materialize in front of you, your small hand now clasped in his much larger one. Looking up you take him in for a moment, gray eyes cast in the warm light of the evening sun. Brown hair cropped into a short Mohawk, and a handsome stubbled jaw.

“Hello, lass, call me Soap,” The Scotsman gushes, your hand still loosely resting in his grasp. He shoots you a wicked smile resonating with a boyish charm.

Stony facade you'd been maintaining cracking in the slightest, gaze softening before retracting your hand. You turn, giving them a curt wave, a gentle smile. Enough socializing for one day!

“Bye kiddos,” Words stumble awkwardly out of your mouth before promptly following after your brother, who is waving you down from the now-open driver's side window. Mentally cursing yourself for being such a colossal dork…

“Kiddos,” Soap repeats blankly.

Having rushed off immediately after Soap's introduction, Ghost can’t help but wonder if they scared her… If he scared her.

They watch as she reaches for the passenger side door, car abruptly lurching backward leaving the handle just out of her reach. Very much unamused she is left standing there with a blank expression, arms slack.

Taunting laughter can be heard across the lot as the action is repeated twice more before she is finally allowed to enter the vehicle.

“Fuckin wanker,” Ghost irks scrutinizing the juvenile interaction.

“Feel kinda bad for her,” Soap chuckles

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[archivomeow]

all of the silence.

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description; The BAU Team flies to a small town for a case, where Spencer Reid bumps into his ex-girlfriend Raelynn, who at first doesn’t want to talk with him, but the two make up, the adult way.

important; no smut, includes little aftercare, more description and plot to lead up to the end, second chance romance, NOT PROOF READ.

The new case brought the BAU Team to a small town - Rachdelle. The flight was quite long but good enough to discuss the details of the new case.

„So, we have two women that look alike, so the unsub has a type.” JJ spoke as her eyes scanned the files in front of her.

„So his first victim looked like that or they’re surrogates.” Emily added as she looked around the room briefly. „Okay, so JJ and Alvez go to the first crime scene, David and I will go to the latest and Tara, Spencer you guys can go to the precinct and talk to the victims families.”

The Team landed and they all went their own way. Spencer and Tara headed to the precinct where they were welcomed by the Sheriff. The two got settled in, now it was time to talk with the family members of each of the victims.

“We have a professional there right now, but I will pull her put, Raelynn is a local psychologist and she sometimes helps out when it comes to talking with the families.” The Sheriff explained as he guided Tara and Spencer, the three entered the room.

The room was small, it had a couch and two chairs in it, the first victims mother, Samantha, was seated on the couch and Raelynn next to her, she had dark brown hair and was of a small build, her head turned as the three walked into the room, her eyes settled on Spencer and his settled on her.

“Samantha these are… Dr. Spencer Reid and Dr. Tara Lewis, they’re with the FBI.” The Sheriff announced, the woman nodded at his words.

Raelynn’s eyes were still stuck on Spencer, it lasted for seconds, but felt like minutes or hours even, Tara glanced between the two and excused both the Sheriff and Raelynn from the room. When the interview was over Tara and Reid went to examine their results, which was pretty much nothing, the two women lived standard, peaceful lives.

“So, they were just two regular women, where could they meet the unsub? They didn’t have specific routines, so he couldn’t predict what they’ll do, even if he did stalk them.” Tara was thinking out loud, but when she was met with silence she looked over at Reid who was deep in him thoughts. “Reid?” He looked up at her.

“Um, I’m sorry, did you say something?” He shifted in the chair, he was doing his best to focus, but his mind was elsewhere, his judgment was clouded, simply because his mind was occupied by that one interaction. He felt his heart stop when he saw her face and she recognised him as well. His Rae…

Tara sat down next to him as she changed the topic.

“So, how do you know her?”

“What?”

“That psychologist… Raelynn.”

“Oh…” He paused for a brief moment. “We’re old friends… we lost touch when she went to college…”

Tara nodded. “If you want to talk with her, you can… we won’t do much here anyway, at least not until we have more clues.”

“No… It’s fine…”

The day passed quiet fast and the investigation wasn’t doing well, it was quite late and Reid was packing his things when he noticed her again, she stayed low the whole day, she was avoiding him, it was classical Rae, she hated confrontation, so she run from it, in this case it was running from Reid.

He took his bag and approached her, cutting off her way out of the building. Her brown eyes met his and she froze in her steps.

“Let me through, Reid.” She said softly, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper, but he heard her so well in an almost empty precinct, it was empty due to shift changes.

“No…” He shook his head, his eyes scanning her face carefully. “Why are you avoiding me?” His voice was firm, he didn’t plan on backing down.

“Because I don’t want to talk… I helped with the families, but that is it… I have to get home, let me through…” So he did, he moved to the side letting her walk and he walked behind her.

“So, where do you live now?” He asked a question, walking almost in sync with Rae.

“Like 15 minutes from here…” She sighed as she stood on the sidewalk and he stood with her.

“I’m waiting for a taxi, you don’t have to stand here with me.” She looked away, her face facing the street as the wind played with her brown waves. “Come on, Rae… Let me give you a ride… You’re cold, tired… I have to drive to the hotel, might as well drop you off on my way there.” She turned her face to him, her eyebrows frowned, she didn’t look happy, but he was right, a taxi was a long wait here, always.

So Reid dropped her off, his hotel was almost next to her home, so it worked perfectly. He unpacked his bags and took a shower, his mind still stuck on Raelynn, she didn’t talk much, they haven’t seen each other in years and she had nothing to say to him? He changed into sweats and a t-shirt, his hair was messy as he reread the case files, trying his best to make sure they didn’t miss anything. It was late, after midnight when it started to rain, it was pouring, so Reid was surprised when he heard a knock on his door, he was in bed by then, trying to force himself to fall asleep.

He opened the door, to see her small figure there, her hair was wet, so was her hoodie, she shook slightly as she breathed heavily.

“Hi…”

“Rae? You’re soaking wet…” He moved back from the door letting her in. “Come on…”

She took her hoodie off, her shift underneath was not as wet so she just stayed wearing that, she tied hair up in a low bun. Rae’s makeup was messy, her mascara was smudged probably from the rain.

“What are you doing here?” He rubbed his eye as he stared at the woman in shock. He put on the kettle to make tea and in the mean time he sat next to her on his bed. She didn’t know what to say, she just stared at him for a moment, taking in everything.

“I don’t know…I— I just…” She shrugged looking down.

The two sat in silence for a moment, before Reid went to make tea, when he came back she talked more.

“You still have it, huh?” She looked down at his neck, around it was a necklace she bought him, years ago. His fingers lightly brushed against the metal as he smiled lightly.

“You know… I never thought I’d see you again… I mean the world is pretty small, what are the chances, right?” She smiled lightly as she started to drink the hot tea.

“Rae… Why are you here?”

“What do you mean? I live here…”

“I mean my hotel room, not the town…”

“Right… I- Just needed a distraction… I thought you wanted to talk.”

“I do… I just… It’s been so long I’m not sure if we have what to talk about.”

“Oh… Okay…”

“I- I didn’t mean it like that… I just…”

“It’s fine.” She rolled her eyes as she got up from her seat. “I can just go… Good luck with the investigation.” She put down the half empty cup and walked out.

She didn’t go far as Reid went after her, the rain managed to soak her again, he grabbed her shoulder turning her around, his other hand landed on her waist as the two stared at each other.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He whispered glancing at her lips, she glanced at his, in silence for a moment as she pulled him in for a kiss. The rain was still pouring as the two made out in the empty parking lot.

“Come back in…” Spencer whispered his face still close to hers as she breathed heavily.

Rae layed down in his hotel bed, sheets covering her body, her head rested on Reids chest as his fingers gently brushed through her hair and his other hand caressed her shoulder.

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