#it's been a day and a half can we settle on a ship name yet or

[ohdirtyriver]

thanks to the zosan fandom for equipping me with all the necessary rationalizations to justify shipping two men when one of them is notorious for relentlessly flirting with every cute woman that crosses his path. (family of origin trauma is a useful lever to lean on for this exercise in delusion, fyi)

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[baldurs-simp]

Gortash fall in love with the most kind, caring, silly and bold Tav. A Tav he thinks is easy to manipulate, but ultimately, she manipulates him - in a certain way. An artificer Tav to add some more spice (?)

I love Gortash at the moment, so with pleasure!

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A loud boom shakes the manor, unsettling the dust in the rafters, telling everyone exactly what happened without the need to investigate. Everyone already knows that their lord, Enter Gortash, will already be on his way to the source of the explosion before the dust even settles again.

You're still fanning the smoke away with your hand, coughing loudly as you try to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes from the smoke. "What in the hells have you done this time?"

You turn your head towards your laboratory door that has blown open from the blast, and you can faintly make out the figure od your lover, Gortash.

"Dabbling in black powder. I may have used a bit much this time," you mention, immediately turning to your notebook on the table to scribble something down, still muttering to yourself. "Perhaps half of the quantity next time. Or a quarter?"

"If you continue like this, you'll bring down the manor before the year is up," Gortash says, tentatively stepping into the room but still carrying himself with immense confidence. "I didn't allow you to stay here just to destroy my home with your...experiments, did I?"

But it's as if you don't hear his words. You're still mumbling to yourself, noting down things on parchment pieces in a chaotic way that Gortash can't understand how you know where anything is.

He calls your name, but you only hum a response, still now paying attention to him. He has to speak your language, so to say, if he wants your attention. "What exactly is it that you are working on?"

The question makes your whip around with a bright smile on your face, glee in your eyes as you beacon him closer. "It's a firearm," you say, turning your gaze to the mangled piece of metalwork on the table. "I've read about them. They're like a ship's cannon, but smaller so you can hold it in your hand. Like a crossbow or shortbow, but less big and without the clanky ammunition that gets stuck on everything. It'll be more convenient and deadly if I get it right. But I'm working on infusing them with some magical elements, too. Like a 'fire' firearm that shoots fire pellets, or an 'ice' firearm-"

"You're rambling, darling," he cuts you off, smirking at your when you bite your lip in embarrassment. "I thought our arrangement was that you work on the weapons we already have, improving my military defense. Not trying to invent some new nonsense."

"But I've done all that and more. It's hard to improve on something that's already great," you say, pouting at him as you fold your arms across your chest. "I'm bored with swords and arrows. Don't you want to be known for something new? Something that no one else has?"

Gortash sighs, dropping his head between his shoulders as he shakes it in defeat. He thought that he had you under his thumb, but every day, he feels that it is the other way around. And yet, he will still give you all that you ask.

You ask him to give you the entrie city for your experiments and he would.

"Very well. But you know I expect nothing but excellence for this," he says, waving his hand at whatever it is that lays on the table in a mangled mess.

You giggle in glee, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek as a thank you. "I know. And you know that I never let anything leave this room until I am completely satisfied with it."

He hums as you step away from him, picking up the contraption to inspect the damage as you right a chair that has been blown over. "Oh, I need more black powder."

"More? Do you have any idea how tedious it is to find? Not to mention how much it costs."

Your eyes meet his, hoping that he will do what you ask without you having to beg for it. But he doesn't budge.

Sighing, you slowly stand up with your head hanging low and your gaze on the floor. "Fine. I guess I'll just have to find someone else who will want to help me if you do not care about me. Clearly, you do not wish to see me thrive in my craft."

You make as if to start packing up your things, making sure not to make eye contact with Gortash. As you try to walk past him, he wraps an arm around your waist, swiping you closer to pin him to his body.

"You will do no such thing, little Artificer," he growls, staring down into your eyes, making sure that you do not look away. "You will leave of I say leave and if I say you will stay, then you will stay. Do you understand?"

"Oh, big, mean Gortash, giving orders to someone that could blow him up with a simple stumble," you say, smiling up at him as you playfully wrap your arms around his neck. "What exactly would you do to me should I defy your orders?"

"Terrible things."

His quick response tells you that he doesn't have a clue what exactly he would do if you went against his orders. It makes you smile and slowly pull out of his hold around you.

"Then, I should get back to work. And you should leave. I do not wish for you to get hurt in my workshop," you say, giving him a light shove towards your door as an instruction to leave.

"Will you be dining with me tonight?"

"If you leave now, then I shall, my love."

Gortash finds himself beaming at the pet name you have used for him and your acceptance for eating with him tonight again. He smiles to himself, not caring that he might be falling in love with you. For with you by his side, you two could be the most powerful couple in the land.

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[thebunnednun]

Hi there! Can I get a Sabo x strawhat pirate reader please? Thank you 😊

Gone Fishing Sabo x Sea creature Straw-Hat! Reader

I found the art right here.

5/26/2024

I am so sorry this took so long but I wanted something sweet and Cute for our Steam punk King! I really hope you like it!

This was a request from my Follower Fridays! If you have a character or story in mind, go ahead and ask because my requests are open!

I freaking love this little cutie and I wanna write more beach themed OP stories, it's the perfect anime for this troupe for crying out loud!

Fun fact: According to Google, Sabos fav food is ramen, like Narutos.

Okay, ON WITH THE SHOW!~

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The sun shone brightly over the sparkling waves, casting a golden glow on the sandy shores of the island. The Straw Hat Pirates had anchored their ship nearby and were eagerly preparing for a day of fun and relaxation at the beach. Excitement buzzed in the air as they set up umbrellas, spread out towels, and unpacked their picnic baskets.

Luffy, as usual, was the most enthusiastic, racing towards the water with a delighted shout. "Beach day, beach day! Come on, everyone!"

Nami rolled her eyes but smiled, watching him with fondness. "Luffy, slow down! You're going to wear yourself out before the day even starts."

“Like that’s even possible,” Zoro muttered, already dozing under an umbrella, one eye half-open as he kept an eye on his surroundings. A half-drunk sake bottle was at his feet as Brook was trying to apply sunscreen to avoid cooking his bones.

Franky, Usopp, and Chopper were busy building an elaborate sandcastle, while Jinbe and Sanji were setting up a grill for a seaside barbecue. Robin sat nearby, reading a book with a serene smile on her face, and Nami joined her for some relaxation.

Among the crew was [Name], the newest addition to the Straw Hat crew. You had met Luffy when you saved him from drowning, and he insisted you come along on the adventure. You didn’t know where you came from, but you were something of a fishwoman or mermaid, equipped with a unique blend of human and fish traits. You had shimmering scales along your arms and legs, and your hair had a subtle, iridescent sheen that caught the sunlight beautifully.

You were used to life underwater and always felt at home by the water, and today was no different. You were gathering seashells just under the shore with Ace walking beside you when Luffy bounded up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hey, [Name], did you know my brother likes you?" Luffy said with a wide grin.

[Name] felt her cheeks warm at the mention of Sabo. You had always admired the Revolutionary and his kind heart. "Really? Are you sure, Luffy?"

Luffy nodded vigorously. "Yep! Nami, didn't I tell you Sabo likes [Name]?"

Nami, who was lounging under an umbrella with a cool drink in hand, nodded with a knowing smile. "You did, Luffy. But you should let them figure it out on their own."

Before [Name] could respond, a familiar voice called out from the edge of the beach.

"Luffy! [Name]! Over here!"

Sabo was waving from a small pier a short distance away. He looked every bit the dashing hero with his blond hair tousled by the sea breeze and his trademark pipe slung casually over his shoulder. He was wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt adorned with red flowers, all the buttons open, revealing his toned chest and abs. The sight made [Name]'s heart flutter. Luffy nudged [Name] forward.

"Go on! Go fishing with him!"

With a nervous yet excited smile, [Name] made her way to the pier. Sabo helped her to the edge, his touch sending a pleasant tingle through her. "I'm glad you came," he said, his voice warm. "I thought we could catch some fish for the barbecue."

"Sounds like a plan," [Name] replied, feeling her nerves settle. "It's been a while since I've gone fishing."

As they set up shop, the rest of the crew continued their antics on the beach. Usopp and Chopper were now engaged in a heated crab race, with Chopper cheering on his tiny racer. Zoro had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly, much to Nami's amusement. Ace and Luffy were now engaged in a serious wrestling match with Sanji yelling for them to watch out for the grill.

"Careful, Sanji, or you'll get a sunburn," Nami teased.

Back on the pier, [Name] and Sabo cast their lines and settled into a comfortable silence. The sun's warm rays and the sound of the waves created a peaceful atmosphere. [Name] couldn't help but steal glances at Sabo, admiring his calm demeanor and handsome features. His shirt flapped open in the breeze, giving glimpses of his muscled chest and making her heart skip a beat.

'I can't believe I'm here with Sabo. He's always been so kind and brave. And that shirt... why did he have to wear it like that? How am I supposed to focus on fishing when he looks like that?'

[Name] bit her lip, trying to keep her mind from wandering too far. 'Get it together, [Name]. You're here to fish, not to ogle Sabo.'

"You know," Sabo began, breaking the silence, "Luffy's always talking about his adventures with you guys. He really loves his crew."

"We love him too," [Name] replied, smiling. "He's more than just our captain; he's our family."

Sabo nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same with me and the Revolutionaries. We fight for a cause, but it's the bonds we share that keep us going."

[Name] looked at Sabo, feeling a connection forming between them. "It must be hard, though, being away from family for so long."

"It is," Sabo admitted. "But knowing that Luffy is out here, living his dream, makes it easier. And meeting people like you, who care about him so much... it means a lot."

[Name] blushed, looking down at her fishing line. "I care about him a lot. And... I've always admired you, Sabo. The way you fight for what's right, it's inspiring."

Sabo's eyes softened as he looked at her. "Thank you, [Name]. That means a lot coming from you. I've heard so many good things about you from Luffy and the crew. I can see why they speak so highly of you."

Before [Name] could respond, there was a sharp tug on her line. "I think I've got something!" she exclaimed, pulling with all her might. Sabo leaned over to help, but in the excitement, he lost his balance and tumbled overboard with a splash.

"Sabo!" [Name] cried, leaning over the side of the pier.

Luffy, always alert to his brother's safety, saw what happened and immediately ran onto the pier before he dove into the water. "Hang on, Sabo!"

“LUFFY, YOU CAN’T SWIM!” Next thing you knew, Ace had run past you to jump in after his little brothers.

This, of course, prompted Zoro to wake up and, without a second thought, leap into the water as well. "Luffy, you idiot! Wait!"

This, of course, prompted Zoro to wake up and, without a second thought, leap into the water as well. "Luffy, you idiot! Wait!"

Chopper and Usopp, seeing the commotion, rushed to the water's edge, trying to grab hold of Luffy and Zoro. Jinbe and Nami, meanwhile, started shouting at the chaos unfolding before them. Franky caught a wild elbow to the face and accidentally brought Usopp down with him. You held onto Chopper before he could jump in and get squished in all the chaos.

"Stop it, all of you!" Nami yelled, waving her arms. "You're going to drown each other!"

"Calm down, everyone!" Jinbe boomed, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. Brook was now chuckling, “I would lend you a hand but—”

“They’d knock your old bag of bones out.”

“Please, [Name], these jokes are all I have left!”

Robin, watching the scene with a chuckle, used her powers to create a giant hand that tossed inflatable lifeboats towards the struggling pirates. "Here, catch!" Handing off Chopper to Robin, you jumped in to make sure no one drowned in the three feet of water below.

You tossed Luffy and Ace into the same floaty while Franky helped pull them to shore, and Usopp managed to get Zoro to the beach before Moss-head caused you all to spend five years searching for his directionally challenged ass.

You quickly swam over to Sabo, your sea creature agility allowing you to reach him in no time. You helped him into the inflatable boat, securing him safely. "Are you okay?" you asked, concern evident in your eyes.

Sabo coughed but smiled gratefully.

"Thanks to you, [Name]."

Using your powerful fins, you zipped around the boat, creating a fun and exhilarating ride for Sabo. The two of you laughed, the earlier mishap forgotten as you enjoyed the thrill of the water.

Back on the beach, the rest of the crew managed to untangle themselves and climb back to shore, dripping wet and laughing. Jinbe and Nami were still scolding them, but there was a note of fondness in their voices.

"You all are impossible," Nami sighed, shaking her head with a smile. "Honestly, it's like looking after a bunch of kids."

"We're sorry."

As the sun began to set, the Straw Hat Pirates gathered around the grill, enjoying the fresh fish that you and Sabo had caught. You offered a seashell to Sanji in thanks, and he promised to cherish it forever. The air was filled with laughter and the smell of delicious food.

Taking your plate, you sat next to Sabo, your shoulders touching. You felt a warmth in your heart that had nothing to do with the sun. Today had been perfect, chaos and all.

'Why does my heart feel like it's going to burst every time he smiles at me?' [Name] thought, sneaking another glance at Sabo.

'I’ve admired her for so long, and now here we are, sharing smoked salmon with ramen.'

'He’s so close, and I can feel the warmth from his skin. '

'I wish this day would never end.'

"Thank you for today," Sabo said softly, his eyes meeting yours. "I had a great time."

"Me too," you replied, your smile bright. "Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

Sabo's grin widened. "I'd like that very much."

'Her eyes are so kind. I can't believe she actually wants to spend more time with me. Maybe... maybe she does like me. Could Luffy have been right?'

“Why don’t you dorks just shut up and kiss already?”

“SHUT UP, ACE!” you and Sabo shouted in unison, both of you blushing furiously.

Sabo chuckled, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "Ignore him," he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's just enjoy the evening."

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you and Sabo sat together, surrounded by your friends and the soothing sounds of the ocean. Your heart felt full, and you knew that this day would be one you'd cherish forever.

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[againstacecilia]

Corellia

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Warnings: Weapons, graphic depictions of physical harm, cliffhanger

A/N: A little shorter of a chapter as we gear up for a big one next time! Won't give too much away yet. 😉 I know I thank @creatively-analytical every chapter but I genuinely appreciate your help so much with this, friend, thank you for all your help!! 💖 Asks are always open!!

After leaving Sarka the next morning, you and Din hunker down for the trip through hyperspace. You spend most of the time going over all the information on the quarry Tonis was able to get to Din before you left.

“His name is Astin Hedsard. He’s ex-Empire, a warlord still holding out for a return of “the good old days”. What makes him so dangerous is the support he still has scattered across the galaxy.”

“How’d he end up on Corellia?” You hit a couple buttons on the datapad and a hologram bust of Astin appears, hovering over the screen.

“The planet has had a sorted past with the Empire. There are secret sects of Empire sympathisers that make it pretty easy for him to hide.”

“So what our plan, then?”

Din takes the datapad from you and navigates to a map of the planet. He comes to stand next to your chair in the cockpit and points to a building in the center of a dense city. “This is their bunker, according to the last intel Tonis got from Arlon. Astin should be there. The thing is…” He steps away and sits in the other jump seat, looking at you. “We think this is where Arlon is too.”

“What?”

“Tonis said he got a message from Arlon with these coordinates a few days before his final message. The day he vanished, Tonis got half of a warped distress call and could only pick out the words ‘bunker’ and ‘two weeks’ before the message cut out.”

“And how long ago was this?”

Din is silent for a moment before responding, “10 days.”

“So we have 4 days to find him?”

“We don’t really know what the two weeks meant,” Din’s voice has a nervous edge, “But that’s why Tonis was so anxious for us to get going.”

“Din, we’ve taken so much time getting here, what if we’re too late?”

“We won’t be.”

You nod and take a breath to steady the raging sea of emotions in you. “Alright, so we hit the bunker. What then?”

“With it being just the two of us, we’ll need to be discreet about it.” Din taps the screen a couple more times and an incomplete blueprint of the building pops up. “This is all we have of what the inside looks like. This city is full of underground tunnels so we’ll need to use one of them to get inside undetected.” He points to a specific room. “This is where we’ll enter.”

Over the next few hours, Din runs through his plan. You suggest modifications here and there and, eventually, there’s only one question left.

“So, what’s the priority here?” You meet his gaze across the small room. “Is this a rescue mission or a hunt?”

“Ideally, both, but Astin is the priority,” he answers honestly. “No one has been able to snag the guy and his bounty is high, but more importantly he’s the kind of guy who needs to be taken out. Remove his influence and there will be a lot of dominoes that fall.”

You nod again. “We can do this.”

“Yes we can.” Din stands and brushes a lock of hair away from your face. He cups your jaw and lingers for just a moment before saying, “We should get some sleep. We’ve got one more day of travel before we get there and we should both rest.”

After getting ready and settling into your cot, you watch Din as he removes the armor strapped to his body. Piece by piece, he carefully sets it all in his bunk before turning off the lights in the hold. The trademark hiss of his helmet being removed brings a smile to your face as he climbs into the cot behind you. A comfortable quiet falls over the ship, with only the hum of the engines cutting in. Sleep comes easily wrapped in the arms of your Mandalorian.

- - - - - - - -

It’s dark. And cold. You’re on your knees in the middle of a dirt road. Clouds circle above, lightning and thunder flashing and rumbling through your bones. A figure stands above you and, as you lift your head to see who it is, a flash of lightning blinds you momentarily. As your vision returns, his face becomes clear. Arlon.

He leans down and whispers in your ear, “You’re weak.” He stands and begins to walk away.

“No.” The word leaves your lips strong and clear. “I’m not.”

He halts mid-step and looks over his shoulder at you. You rise from your knees, brushing dust off your pants and jacket.

“I came to save you. I came to make sure you were safe. I left everything and everyone behind to find you, and this is how you repay me?”

He’s fully facing you now, confusion etched across his face.

“I loved you, Arlon. But you haven’t loved me for a long time.” You take strong steps toward him and meet his gaze. “I deserve better than you.”

He stutters without saying much of anything before you turn and walk away. He calls out for you but you stay looking forward, shoulders squared and head held high. In the distance, a familiar silhouette stands waiting for you, cape flickering behind him and sun gleaming off beskar steel…

Your eyes open to the dark room, the comforting weight of Din’s arm laying across your stomach. You stare at the ceiling and think of the dream. It began exactly the same way as all your other dreams about Arlon had, but this time even dream-you saw your worth. You can’t help but smile at your progress and growth as you close your eyes and drift back to sleep.

- - - - - - - -

Luckily, the rest of the journey is uneventful as Corellia comes into view after the drop from hyperspace the day after. Large oceans cover the planet, butting right up against the capital of Coronet City. Din eases the Razor Crest into a docking bay and powers down the ship.

“Well, the easy part’s over,” you joke darkly as you strap your weapons into place on your body.

Din chuckles and mirrors your movements, placing blasters and other gadgets in their spots along his belt. He slips a dagger into his boot and straightens up to face you. “Here, you’ll need this.”

He hands you a small earpiece. “What’s this?”

“It’s a comlink, we’ll be able to hear each other if we get separated or need to communicate quietly.” He helps you slip it into your ear. “It’s connected to my helmet.”

“Cool,” you say, eyebrows raised, “thank you.”

Din nods. “Any final questions?”

You pick at a piece of lint on your arm before quietly asking, “What happens if you…”

“You agreed to run if I ever told you to.” He tilts his head to the side a fraction, taking in your reaction. You had agreed before setting off from Nevarro to listen to him and to run if necessary, but you didn’t know if you could hold to that agreement now. He walks over to you and places a hand on your shoulder. “If anything happens to me, you make the call. I believe in you, but there are protocols in place here on the Crest that will get you off world and back to Randon.” He’d shown you the emergency protocols before, the buttons to press on the console in the cockpit, and the process fills you with dread as much now as it had then.

“I won’t leave you, Din.”

He lowers the swell of his helmet to your forehead and your eyes close, tears threatening to fall. “Then let’s make sure it doesn’t come down to that.”

You lift your head and press a kiss on the cold metal. After a deep breath, you open your eyes, “We can do this.”

“We can do this,” he echoes.

- - - - - - - -

Coronet City is bustling as you step out into the misty sun. Clouds cover the sky and the waves in the water nearby crash along the metal walls keeping the city from being washed away. During your planning session, Din thought more people meant more cover for being inconspicuous. Or, as inconspicuous as a large man covered in metal could be.

Keeping your heads down, you weave your way through the city toward the building hiding Astin’s safehouse. A couple blocks away, Din motions for the two of you to step into a covered alleyway. An unmarked door opens with a push and you both duck inside. Faint lights glow along the stairwell and it continues for a few feet before curving to the left, the rest of the steps disappearing from view.

“Ready?” Din asks, pulling his blaster from its holster.

“Let’s go,” you respond, also pulling your weapon.

Din takes the lead down the stairs, feet silent on each dusty step. You alter your footfalls to be as quiet as possible, barely breathing in your attempt at stealth. Each new turn seems to promise traps or ambushes, but the descent is quiet as you and your companion continue to move. After a couple of minutes, you reach other door.

A try at the handle proves the door to be locked, so you stand guard as Din attempts to finagle it open. A few muttered curses later, the lock clicks and Din carefully opens the door a fraction.

A soft glow on the other side shines through the crack and warm air seeps into the musty stairwell. Din peeks in and motions for you to follow before slipping inside.

"Sweep that side of the room, I’ll check over here."

His voice buzzes softly from your earpiece and you nod, breaking away from him to the left. Raising your blaster and with your back facing the wall, you slide along the edge of the room, eyes alert for any movement. You and Din meet at the other end of the room without encountering anyone.

"Mando," you whisper into your comlink, "Shouldn’t we have run into someone by now?"

"Maybe… But there’s a chance they think no one knows about this entrance. Stay alert."

Leaving the room and turning down the hall, the fob in Din’s hand begins to blink. Your heartrate rockets and you can swear it’s loud enough give you away. Outside another door, the light of the fob starts to strobe.

"Here we go, Cuyan," Din mutters. He gives you a nod before busting through the door, blaster pointed directly in front of him.

You jump through after him, arm raised and finger on the trigger of your gun. Sitting in the middle of an dark and empty room, Arlon is tied to a chair with a single bulb over him. His hair hangs limp around his face, gashes in his cheeks and blood caked across the side of his head. His arms are tied behind his back and his shirt is ripped, showing fresh wounds on his chest and torso. His normally strong physique seems deflated and his skin has a grey pallor to it from whatever torture he’s endured.

Out of the darkness, a man steps behind Arlon with a blaster pointed at your ex-fiance’s head. A black uniform covers his body and you make out the Imperial crest sewn into the shirt above his chest.

“Well, well, well… It seems we have guests, Arlon.” His voice seeps into your bones like poison. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. My name is Astin Hedsard.”

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[suchaspookyginger]

'just on a whim' || a torao/lawlu playlist

track lyrics below the read more (it's long though)

secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought || i'm sorry, brothers, so sorry lover; forgive me, father, i love you, mother || save your breath - half your life, you've been hooked on death || i fell in love, 'cause no one saw me the way you did || i wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent || there's a box in your heart where you keep your feelings hidden || and maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from the crypt || tremble, little lion man, you'll never settle any of your scores || i know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as i do || i'm no good on my own anymore

left my soul in his vision, let's go get it out || last night i had a dream we were inseparably entwined || i'm on my guard with the rest of the world, but with you i know it's no good || i lose my voice when i look at you, can't make a noise though i'm trying to || can you hear me say, "don't throw me away"? there's no way out || best friends, ex-friends til the end, better off a lovers and not the other way around || in the morning you'll learn i disappeared off into the night so quietly || i'm exhausted by my heart || when the road began to crumble in front of my eyes, there was only one person i wanted to find || can't stop thinking 'bout the nights that i still regret

and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up || my friend says "you're not alone," but that skin still doesn't feel like home || reaching for the deep end but i can't swim || it's not that i don't feel the pain, it's just i'm not afraid of hurting anymore || i've been on the run since i was a boy, but i'm now done running, got another thing coming watching my enemies get destroyed || who am i without this weight on my shoulder? oh god i'm dying to know || i've been running away i forget what i'm running from, but it still scares me today what i found in you love || smitten's a bad look on me || in the name of the father, the skeptic and the son, i had one more stupid question || i don't know where i'm going, but i don't think i'm coming home

a half-empty [boy] don't make me laugh i'll choke || my eyes want you more than a memory || it's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him || god knows where i would be if you hadn't found me sitting all alone in the dark || your dark brother wrapped in white, says it's good to be alive, but now he rides a comet's flame and he won't be coming back again || i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take || this was the place i grew up, now it's ashes to ashes || i've been ripped up and tossed like a mouse, wrestled with the heavens and the devil himself || why drink the water from my hand, contagious as you think i am? || i just want to make it vanish, but the notes of an old mistake still ring louder every day

you're always getting curious and leaving town || i could never define all that you are to me || i wouldn't test you, i'm not the best you could have attained || i can't process what i'm feeling now, this skin i can do without || i woke up with the sun, thought of all of the people, places and things i've loved || love of mine, someday you will die, but i'll be close behind || they say an end can be a start, feels like i've been buried yet i'm still alive || i'm chasing down my demons, i can hear them breathing. but who knew you would bring me comfort? || i won't fight for anyone until you move my hand || rainy days and bad luck comin' my way, i look for when i'm lost so i don't go insane

this is all your own battle to win, this is your ship and you are the captain || i'm feelin' like i'm messin' it up, i'm callin' out your name and god help me 'cause i'll never love again || got my heart in your hands and your hands on my chest || strange life i live, but it's what you've decided, i'll give it all into your hands || i won't make the same mistakes that i've made for fifteen years || oblivion is where i'm headed, my mind is on the brink of going supernova || and as the world comes to an end, i'll be here to hold your hand. 'cause you're my king and i'm your lionheart

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #lawlu #lulaw #op #this playlist is especially dedicated to the catholic!law truthers #also i am a firm believer in repeating artists #though i do try to not repeat albums but. well. tessa violet's 'bad ideas' is a masterpiece on being in love and self-destructive lmfaoooo #this playlist is long btw. please put it on shuffle as i just added songs as i thought of them and then loosely rearranged #one day i'll actually make playlists that are a little more cohesive #not today

[autumnalwalker]

Find the Word Tag

Thank you for the tag, @oh-no-another-idea. And for your tag as well, @writernopal.

My first set of words was sprint, sass, smile, shark, & son.

My second set of words was ornery, contemplative, rise, organ, & foliage.

Passing the tag to @druidx, @cljordan-imperium, @lovely-ashes09, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @winglesswriter, and an open tag for anyone else who wishes to participate.

Pick as many to find as you feel like from alright, not, advice, once, initially, think, sat, pass, bite, & under.

Sprint: Empty Names - 9 - Test Run

“Alright,” Road nods and then descends the ramp, “we’ll be out of here in no time.” Looking back over their shoulder a moment later they add “Oh, and grab yourself another coat and a hot drink from the supplies, you’re freezing.”

Not ten seconds later the loudest rumble from the dragon yet begins, extends too long, and then crescendos into a boom with a pillar of flame erupting from one of the holes that Cabetha’s crew had cut open.

Once the shuddering dragon and the water around it finally settle there’s a moment of silence.  Road, still steady on their feet, looks back at Eris with a reassuring smile on their face.

“Just one more trip, we’ve got this.”

“Um, guys… Sullivan’s feed just cut out.”

Road immediately breaks into a sprint in the direction of the grounded ship.

Sass: The Archivist's Journal, Day 37

Not too long after the crowd started to disperse, the first of the witnesses arrived and I took their commentary for the official record.  And then a little while later, the second, and then the third.  That third happened to be Cass, and her mother, Antigone, to whom I finally had the opportunity to introduce myself.  If there’s one word that comes to mind in describing her it’s “forceful”.  Not so much in the sense of forcing her will on others as having a strong sense of purpose and strength behind every word and action.  The sort of woman who can run a household of fourteen and bring all her children into line with a word and whose hands and arms bore the calluses and muscles of a lifetime working the land.  At any rate, Cass’s usual level of smug sass was toned down in her presence.

Still, not a hard or joyless matron either.  She seemed genuinely proud of Cass’s assistance in transcribing race witness commentary and laughed heartily when old Pat started reminiscing about a similar contest between siblings back in his day that ended with all parties involved publicly making fools of themselves in an incident involving an impromptu makeshift catapult and a net full of fish.

Smile: Empty Names - 11 - Afterparty

“My advice, drop the speeches.  You’ve always done better with the more de facto leadership of being the one to step up and take responsibility for getting things moving than as a formal role.”

“I’ll take your word on that.  Heh.  It’s not like I’ve been able to learn from experience.”

Sullivan nearly drops the apple.  Did they just make a self-deprecating joke about that?  Oh, no no no no, changing the topic right now.

“But as I was saying,” he resumes without a trace of fear, “the kids have potential.”

“I’d hardly call Eris and Lacuna ‘kids,’ and barely Ashan.”

“Oh please, you and I are both older than the three of them put together and I married a woman with anecdotes older than the country we do most of our work in these days.  They’re kids.”

His friend freezes for half a second, awful recognition flickering across their face.  They open their mouth to speak but the moment passes, their expression returns to an easy casual smile, and whatever they were about to say is replaced by “Do go on then.  You almost never speak well of anyone, so this should be good.”

That was a close one.  Sullivan curses himself for bringing up their age.  Is he really that out of practice from so short a time apart?  He continues on as if he noticed nothing.

Shark Lamprey: Empty Names - 9 - Test Run

Once up close she pulls out her own flashlight for a better look and realizes that the ‘tendril’ has fins and eyes.  Prodding the creature with the flashlight gets a slight wiggle but no obviously aggravated response.  She runs the tip of the flashlight slowly up the creature’s side, lifting one of the side fins and unfolding it to reveal a structure reminiscent of a wing.  Giant amphibious flying lampreys.  Because why not?  Just one more thing to make the ocean even worse.  

Son: The Archivist's Journal, Day 270

We were initially greeted by a dark-haired boy around Cass’s age who spotted us as he happened to be stepping out the door of the workshop when we approached.  Endymion, I learned his name to be.  As much as I’ve been referring to a singular glassmaker, in truth it’s a family affair.  The boy had been expecting his mother, Kamea, to be on her way back with the kelp for the flux and was just heading out to help her carry that when we arrived.  After a brief explanation of what we were here for he showed us inside where his father, Diomedes, was working.  Further introductions were made (although they’d all met Vernon before), and Endymion was sent back on his way, leaving us with the glassmaker.  Well, the one who melts down and shapes the glass.  It appears that Kamea does most of the gathering of raw materials as well as working with her husband to turn said raw materials into glass.  Meanwhile, their son is an apprentice of sorts to both of them.

Diomedes himself is a surprisingly friendly sort for someone who rarely interacts with anyone outside his family.  Or perhaps our visit was enough of a novelty in and of itself to be exciting.  Friendly because of his hermitage rather than in spite of it, so to speak.  At any rate, he was happy to assist with our various requests and his hospitality extended to an unprompted invitation for a tour of his workshop.  Of course I accepted.

Ornery Grump: The Archivist's Journal, Day 57

I think what this is really coming down to is that I need to stop putting off talking to Pat and Theo about this.  Or meeting Theo at all for that matter.  Lin and Cass attempted to give me some encouragement about that, but Lin’s description of Theo as “a grump perpetually in a bad mood” while also being someone all the guards look up to for being one of them longer than anyone except maybe Pat has been alive was not exactly comforting.

Contemplative Contemplation: The Archivist's Journal, Day 39

As I sat there in peaceful contemplation looking down over the Village, I almost didn’t hear Lin arrive.

As I turned to see who was approaching she was already starting to turn around to leave.  When she realized I’d seen her she started stammering an apology for bothering me, but I told her it was fine and patted the empty space on the pillar next to me.  She gave a one word “Thanks” as a reply and took a seat with her back to mine.

We sat in silence like that for a while until I heard a quiet sniffling behind me and realized that Lin was crying.  I turned around, thinking I should do something to comfort her, yet finding myself unable to initiate physical contact or form words that didn’t sound insincere or condescending to my own mind.  So instead I simply asked if she wanted to talk about it.

She said no.  Then she said yes.  Then she said she wasn’t sure how.

I said that was fine, and that I’d be here if she figures it out.

A few minutes later the sound of tears ceased and I felt a weight against my back as she was now leaning back on me.

I asked if she was feeling better.

She said she was, a little.

I shifted my posture until we reached an equilibrium of back-to-back resting support.

That’s how we were when we heard a sneeze and looked up to see a somewhat abashed Vernon, out of uniform for once, apologizing for interrupting and saying he’d be on his way.  We chuckled and offered him a seat on our stone stump.  He accepted.

Rise: The Archivist's Journal, Day 271

Once more the princess passes from light to dark.  She hears what comes next before she sees it.  A great grinding of gears and ticking of clockwork.  She emerges onto a precipice overlooking a deep shaft filled with the inner workings of a mechanism whose purpose she can’t even guess at.  Cogs turn, pendulums swing, pistons rise and fall.  The moon is nowhere to be seen, but an ever-shifting array of mirrors carries its light to this place as faithfully as the princes carries the sword’s darkness.  And there!  Practically spotlit far down on the opposite wall is an opening.  The path onwards.

This princess grins.  Now this was a challenge she was prepared for.

Organ: The Archivist's Journal, Day 60

As she got closer, I realized she was carrying a fish in her mouth.  Once she got in shallow enough water to stand up she threw a second fish at me that I failed spectacularly to catch, getting hit in the chest with it, flinching, flailing to catch it as it bounced off and fell, managing to sort of get it between my forearms and elbows, and then freaking out and dropping it at the sensation of wet fish scales on my skin.

As I gingerly picked the fallen fish up off the stony ground with two fingers, I heard a soft snort that was probably the closest to a laugh I’ve heard out of Maiko to date.  As to the fish itself, there was a visible bite mark near its neck.  Not sure if that was how she killed it, a result of carrying it in her mouth while catching the other fish, or both.  

Still keeping my eyes on the fish, trying to figure out what to do with it, I thanked Maiko for it.  I heard an “uh huh” of acknowledgement, followed by a terrible squelching and cracking noise.  I snapped my head up to see Maiko biting into her fish and beginning to devour it raw, organs, bones, and all.

Foliage: The Archivist's Journal, Day 86

Sitting under a tree by the beach as I write this.  The walk (and swim, I couldn’t help myself, but at least I brought a change of clothes along with me this time) helped, I think.  So many other sounds out here to take your attention if you listen for them.  Other rhythms.  Birdsong, frogsong, insectsong, wavesong, song of wind blowing through foliage (windsong?  leafsong?).  Okay, now I’m just tacking “song” onto the end of anything that makes noise.  Not sure if that’s silly or pretentious.  Maybe a bit of both?  Then again, what’s a “song” other than a rhythmic repeating pattern of sounds that carries a message and evokes an emotion?  Okay, maybe the wind and waves aren’t carrying messages seeing as there’s no life or will behind them, but they do incite emotion.  And animals certainly have meaning and signals behind their cries, even if what we get out of them is totally divorced from their actual meaning.

But I’m rambling on faux-philosophical tangents again.  Not really any more meaning to those than the aforementioned ocean noises, but writing them down calms me in the same way as listening to the waves, so I suppose they’re alike in that way.  Meaningless but comforting.  And I’m doing it again…

Point is, it’s hard to obsessively fixate on one particular rhythm that’s been stuck in your head when there’s so much else around out here.  I’m pretty sure I made the right choice not going into the Village today.  The silence in the archive would have been just awful.

#find the word tag #manuscript search tag #tag game #writing tag games #writeblr #my writing #The Archivist's Journal #Empty Names

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Connor and the Brat {Part 6}

A/N: And Brats name will be…Ravenna 🖤 Also, Ava is going to find this out before Connor how do we think we will feel about this? I loved the idea of Ava and Connor platonically I feel like when they started a relationship in the show it was just doomed from the start so they will stay platonic. I always saw Ava swinging both ways and one of my crack ships is Ava/Sarah so that will probably be the pairing. Also might have some slight Ava/Ravenna undertones but will ultimately be Connor/Ravenna.

It had been two weeks since Connor had seen Brat, and not for lack of trying on his part. He had gone up every day at all her meal time just o show he was still there for her only to be sent away by Sarah. Sarah also wasn’t too happy with him given that Brat had told her about the little showdown they had had in her room. So while she did give him information she did it reluctantly, feeling a sense of responsibility to her patient and not wanting to upset her. Brat was doing much better after that incident two weeks ago and as of today would be allowed 8 hour passes, all that means is someone who the team and Brat both approve of can take her out of the hospital for 8 hours and do things around the city but she has to be back by 10 pm. Connor had tried asking Sarah if he could be one to take Brat out for the day and Sarah had told him that while Brat was no longer angry with him she wasn’t ready to be alone with him yet, that someone else was taking her out for the day.

“Stop pouting Connor it’s unbecoming on you.” He turned to his left and saw Ava in her casual clothes and her done. He furrowed his eyebrows wondering why she would be all dressed up and in the hospital on her day off.

“I didn’t realize we had a miss doctors beauty pageant going on today.” Ava rolled her eyes and requested the visitor check in sheet from Maggie making sure to move it just out of Connors eyeline so he couldn’t see who she was visiting today.

“I didn’t dress up for you Dr. Rhodes, I’m here for Ravenna.” Before he could ask who Ravenna was he drew in a breath at seeing Brat get off the elevator with Sarah. She was wearing a long sleeved burnt orange dress that went all the way down to her ankles and some brown boots along with a jean jacket seeing as how it wasn’t too cold yet but she probably needed something more than just long sleeves. It looked like Sarah had helped her with her hair seeing as how patients weren’t allowed to use hot tools themselves but could have staff help them her long brown hair was curled and half up half down. That’s when it hit him, Brat was Ravenna. Brats name was Ravenna Scott.

”You’re staring at me.” And indeed he was because Ava gave him a harsh elbow to the gut and he quickly regained some sense of not being a creeper. She didn’t sound nor look angry at seeing him but the usual excitement was gone from her voice, he was just another doctor to her now and he didn’t know if he would rather her be angry or indifferent towards him.

“You look very pretty, I hear you’re able to go in day passes now.” Eesh, when did small talk become so awkward between them? Maybe when you decided to victim blame her Connor he accosted himself.

“Ava is taking me around the city of Chicago, I hadn’t lived here long before I well…ended up here.” That was interesting what could have made her want to completely uproot her life and come to Chicago of all places? Had someone close to her stepfather been bothering her? Awkward silence settled among the four of them before Ava announced she was going to get the car and Sarah was needed back upstairs leaving just the two of them alone. “You came back everyday, even after I told you not to.”

“I didn’t know what would make you more angry Brat, I just wanted you to know I was there for you.” She gave a small smile and shook her head at him.

“I wasn’t angry anymore, I was embarrassed with how I had acted. And then I realized that maybe I was too dependent on you and I need to branch out more. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see you, I just wanted a chance to make other friends.” She wasn’t angry with him anymore, she hadn’t been angry for a long time, a sudden weight was lifted off of Connors chest.

“Does this mean you’ll let me come visit you again? Maybe take you out on your next day pass?” She giggled a little bit but nodded, he thought she looked so much prettier when she laughed.

“you’ll have to share time with everyone else down here too though. Maggie, April, Will and Natalie have all visited me over the past two weeks and have asked to come visit me more. And I can only have one visitor a day.” Connors eyes grew wide he didn’t know anyone else even knew about Brat, why hadn’t anyone told him she wasn’t angry with him anymore.

“And Ava has come to see you and is taking you on a trip.” She shrugged her shoulders and he could see a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

“She’s pretty but I think she likes Dr. Reese and is taking me out as a favor to her.” Did Brat have a little crush on Ava? She was his brat first and Ava would have to make do with Sarah. Speak of the devil and she shall appear Ava came back and asked Brat if she was ready to go. Brat walked on ahead of her and Ava tugged on his scrubs so he would bend down to her level.

“Don’t scare her off again, mind your business unless she asks you to get involved. She doesn’t need a knight in shinning armor Connor she needs stability.”

#chicago med #one chicago #connor rhodes #connor and the brat #ava bekker #natalie manning #will halstead #maggie lockwood #april sexton #connor rhodes x reader

[danpuff-ao3]

OMG i can’t decide. dremus romance or ginny/gwenog please!!! i would love to hear about either/ both of those!!

Oooh! I'm so very glad you asked! :D

I believe I shall tell you about....both!

Dremus Romance

This one I've hardly touched at all, sadly! Though I have a fairly solid idea of things.

It began in a DM conversation about Dremus, where I casually mentioned how this ship reminded me of my partner and myself (at least how I envision them!) It's not even that I intentionally see them a certain way due to my own life, just looking at it after settling into my headcanons I went "Huh. That seems like me and Eddie."

Remus is the older guy (like my Eddie); he's sweet and steady and patient (also like my Eddie.) Draco is a drama queen with daddy issues. (Which is me, btw.) It's just such a fun dynamic. Strong and quiet Remus. Energetic, theatrical Draco.

Plus the fun y'know...half-blood werewolf who is poor with the pureblood Malfoy heir...all sortsa drama there that forever will draw me to this ship!

Then the more I thought about it, the more I could compare other parts of their characters to us. And it sort of clicked in my mind to write the Dremus version of my love story. Obviously it won't be in perfect alignment with real life, but a lot will be greatly inspired by us!

I will share that when we first started dating, my partner worked 2 jobs. One of them was (and still is!) with the post office. His second job was at an entertainment store, where we met in the book section. So in this story, Remus will have 2 jobs...one with the owl post office, and one at a bookshop!

It will also feature a Draco-Harry friendship, and background Snarry...cuz I have to. :D

Excerpt (of the very small bit I have):

Agreeing to Harry’s plan was stupid and Draco knows it the moment he steps outside. He hesitates on the front steps of the castle, but isn’t allowed to linger long. Harry grabs Draco’s wrist and tugs him forward. 

“We don’t even know if he’ll be there,” Harry reminds him. “You’re helping me shop for Severus.”

“Three days before Christmas,” Draco mutters. Who does that? All of his shopping had been completed in October. 

Harry ignores him. “And if we happen to see Remus, all the better!” 

The knot in Draco’s belly twists up tighter at the mention of Remus’ name. However casual Harry makes this sound, his intent is to run into Remus Lupin so that he can properly introduce Draco. 

“I have a friend,” Harry had said. “You’d like him, I think.”

Ginny/Gwenog

Or as I call them: Gwenevera.

I touched a bit on what I have in mind for them in Red All Over. But I'd like to really explore more of their story in a longer work. Ginny is married to Harry, but they have an agreement...Harry (secretly) hooks up with Snape, and Ginny...Ginny gets with the ladies! She joins the Holyhead Harpies. Her first impressions of her idol (Gwenog) are not what she imagined. They clash a bit between Gwenog's ego and Ginny's hotheadedness. And then: SMUT. And feelings. And complications, of course.

Nothing is actually written yet, just a lot of notes on the story to go on!

#asked & answered

[hellsitesonlybookclub]

Little Women, Louisa May Alcott

Chapter 44-45

XLIV.

MY LORD AND LADY.

"Please, Madam Mother, could you lend me my wife for half an hour? The luggage has come, and I've been making hay of Amy's Paris finery, trying to find some things I want," said Laurie, coming in the next day to find Mrs. Laurence sitting in her mother's lap, as if being made "the baby" again.

"Certainly. Go, dear; I forget that you have any home but this," and Mrs. March pressed the white hand that wore the wedding-ring, as if asking pardon for her maternal covetousness.

"I shouldn't have come over if I could have helped it; but I can't get on without my little woman any more than a—"

"Weathercock can without wind," suggested Jo, as he paused for a simile; Jo had grown quite her own saucy self again since Teddy came home.

544 "Exactly; for Amy keeps me pointing due west most of the time, with only an occasional whiffle round to the south, and I haven't had an easterly spell since I was married; don't know anything about the north, but am altogether salubrious and balmy, hey, my lady?"

"Lovely weather so far; I don't know how long it will last, but I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship. Come home, dear, and I'll find your bootjack; I suppose that's what you are rummaging after among my things. Men are so helpless, mother," said Amy, with a matronly air, which delighted her husband.

"What are you going to do with yourselves after you get settled?" asked Jo, buttoning Amy's cloak as she used to button her pinafores.

"We have our plans; we don't mean to say much about them yet, because we are such very new brooms, but we don't intend to be idle. I'm going into business with a devotion that shall delight grandfather, and prove to him that I'm not spoilt. I need something of the sort to keep me steady. I'm tired of dawdling, and mean to work like a man."

"And Amy, what is she going to do?" asked Mrs. March, well pleased at Laurie's decision, and the energy with which he spoke.

"After doing the civil all round, and airing our best bonnet, we shall astonish you by the elegant hospitalities of our mansion, the brilliant society we shall draw about us, and the beneficial influence we shall exert over the world at large. That's about it, isn't it, Madame Récamier?" asked Laurie, with a quizzical look at Amy.

"Time will show. Come away, Impertinence, and don't shock my family by calling me names before their faces," answered Amy, resolving that there should be a home with a good wife in it before she set up a salon as a queen of society.

"How happy those children seem together!" observed Mr. March, finding it difficult to become absorbed in his Aristotle after the young couple had gone.

"Yes, and I think it will last," added Mrs. March, with the restful expression of a pilot who has brought a ship safely into port.

"I know it will. Happy Amy!" and Jo sighed, then smiled brightly as Professor Bhaer opened the gate with an impatient push.

545 Later in the evening, when his mind had been set at rest about the bootjack, Laurie said suddenly to his wife, who was flitting about, arranging her new art treasures,—

"Mrs. Laurence."

"My lord!"

"That man intends to marry our Jo!"

"I hope so; don't you, dear?"

"Well, my love, I consider him a trump, in the fullest sense of that expressive word, but I do wish he was a little younger and a good deal richer."

"Now, Laurie, don't be too fastidious and worldly-minded. If they love one another it doesn't matter a particle how old they are nor how poor. Women never should marry for money—" Amy caught herself up short as the words escaped her, and looked at her husband, who replied, with malicious gravity,—

"Certainly not, though you do hear charming girls say that they intend to do it sometimes. If my memory serves me, you once thought it your duty to make a rich match; that accounts, perhaps, for your marrying a good-for-nothing like me."

"O my dearest boy, don't, don't say that! I forgot you were rich when I said 'Yes.' I'd have married you if you hadn't a penny, and I sometimes wish you were poor that I might show how much I love you;" and Amy, who was very dignified in public and very fond in private, gave convincing proofs of the truth of her words.

"You don't really think I am such a mercenary creature as I tried to be once, do you? It would break my heart if you didn't believe that I'd gladly pull in the same boat with you, even if you had to get your living by rowing on the lake."

"Am I an idiot and a brute? How could I think so, when you refused a richer man for me, and won't let me give you half I want to now, when I have the right? Girls do it every day, poor things, and are taught to think it is their only salvation; but you had better lessons, and, though I trembled for you at one time, I was not disappointed, for the daughter was true to the mother's teaching. I told mamma so yesterday, and she looked as glad and grateful as if I'd given her a 546 check for a million, to be spent in charity. You are not listening to my moral remarks, Mrs. Laurence;" and Laurie paused, for Amy's eyes had an absent look, though fixed upon his face.

"Yes, I am, and admiring the dimple in your chin at the same time. I don't wish to make you vain, but I must confess that I'm prouder of my handsome husband than of all his money. Don't laugh, but your nose is such a comfort to me;" and Amy softly caressed the well-cut feature with artistic satisfaction.

Laurie had received many compliments in his life, but never one that suited him better, as he plainly showed, though he did laugh at his wife's peculiar taste, while she said slowly,—

"May I ask you a question, dear?"

"Of course you may."

"Shall you care if Jo does marry Mr. Bhaer?"

"Oh, that's the trouble, is it? I thought there was something in the dimple that didn't suit you. Not being a dog in the manger, but the happiest fellow alive, I assure you I can dance at Jo's wedding with a heart as light as my heels. Do you doubt it, my darling?"

Amy looked up at him, and was satisfied; her last little jealous fear vanished forever, and she thanked him, with a face full of love and confidence.

"I wish we could do something for that capital old Professor. Couldn't we invent a rich relation, who shall obligingly die out there in Germany, and leave him a tidy little fortune?" said Laurie, when they began to pace up and down the long drawing-room, arm-in-arm, as they were fond of doing, in memory of the chateau garden.

"Jo would find us out, and spoil it all; she is very proud of him, just as he is, and said yesterday that she thought poverty was a beautiful thing."

"Bless her dear heart! she won't think so when she has a literary husband, and a dozen little professors and professorins to support. We won't interfere now, but watch our chance, and do them a good turn in spite of themselves. I owe Jo for a part of my education, and she believes in people's paying their honest debts, so I'll get round her in that way."

547 "How delightful it is to be able to help others, isn't it? That was always one of my dreams, to have the power of giving freely; and, thanks to you, the dream has come true."

"Ah! we'll do quantities of good, won't we? There's one sort of poverty that I particularly like to help. Out-and-out beggars get taken care of, but poor gentlefolks fare badly, because they won't ask, and people don't dare to offer charity; yet there are a thousand ways of helping them, if one only knows how to do it so delicately that it does not offend. I must say, I like to serve a decayed gentleman better than a blarneying beggar; I suppose it's wrong, but I do, though it is harder."

548 "Because it takes a gentleman to do it," added the other member of the domestic admiration society.

"Thank you, I'm afraid I don't deserve that pretty compliment. But I was going to say that while I was dawdling about abroad, I saw a good many talented young fellows making all sorts of sacrifices, and enduring real hardships, that they might realize their dreams. Splendid fellows, some of them, working like heroes, poor and friendless, but so full of courage, patience, and ambition, that I was ashamed of myself, and longed to give them a right good lift. Those are people whom it's a satisfaction to help, for if they've got genius, it's an honor to be allowed to serve them, and not let it be lost or delayed for want of fuel to keep the pot boiling; if they haven't, it's a pleasure to comfort the poor souls, and keep them from despair when they find it out."

"Yes, indeed; and there's another class who can't ask, and who suffer in silence. I know something of it, for I belonged to it before you made a princess of me, as the king does the beggar-maid in the old story. Ambitious girls have a hard time, Laurie, and often have to see youth, health, and precious opportunities go by, just for want of a little help at the right minute. People have been very kind to me; and whenever I see girls struggling along, as we used to do, I want to put out my hand and help them, as I was helped."

"And so you shall, like an angel as you are!" cried Laurie, resolving, with a glow of philanthropic zeal, to found and endow an institution for the express benefit of young women with artistic tendencies. "Rich people have no right to sit down and enjoy themselves, or let their money accumulate for others to waste. It's not half so sensible to leave legacies when one dies as it is to use the money wisely while alive, and enjoy making one's fellow-creatures happy with it. We'll have a good time ourselves, and add an extra relish to our own pleasure by giving other people a generous taste. Will you be a little Dorcas, going about emptying a big basket of comforts, and filling it up with good deeds?"

"With all my heart, if you will be a brave St. Martin, stopping, as you ride gallantly through the world, to share your cloak with the beggar."

549 "It's a bargain, and we shall get the best of it!"

So the young pair shook hands upon it, and then paced happily on again, feeling that their pleasant home was more home-like because they hoped to brighten other homes, believing that their own feet would walk more uprightly along the flowery path before them, if they smoothed rough ways for other feet, and feeling that their hearts were more closely knit together by a love which could tenderly remember those less blest than they.

550

"He's a born Weller," laughed Jo, as her parent gathered himself up, and her nephew tried to stand on his head, as the only mode of expressing his satisfaction that school was over.

"What have you been at to-day, bübchen?" asked Mr. Bhaer, picking up the gymnast.

556 "Me went to see little Mary."

"And what did you there?"

"I kissed her," began Demi, with artless frankness.

"Prut! thou beginnest early. What did the little Mary say to that?" asked Mr. Bhaer, continuing to confess the young sinner, who stood upon his knee, exploring the waistcoat-pocket.

"Oh, she liked it, and she kissed me, and I liked it. Don't little boys like little girls?" added Demi, with his mouth full, and an air of bland satisfaction.

"You precocious chick! Who put that into your head?" said Jo, enjoying the innocent revelations as much as the Professor.

"'Tisn't in mine head; it's in mine mouf," answered literal Demi, putting out his tongue, with a chocolate-drop on it, thinking she alluded to confectionery, not ideas.

"Thou shouldst save some for the little friend: sweets to the sweet, mannling;" and Mr. Bhaer offered Jo some, with a look that made her wonder if chocolate was not the nectar drunk by the gods. Demi also saw the smile, was impressed by it, and artlessly inquired,—

"Do great boys like great girls, too, 'Fessor?"

557 Like young Washington, Mr. Bhaer "couldn't tell a lie;" so he gave the somewhat vague reply that he believed they did sometimes, in a tone that made Mr. March put down his clothes-brush, glance at Jo's retiring face, and then sink into his chair, looking as if the "precocious chick" had put an idea into his head that was both sweet and sour.

Why Dodo, when she caught him in the china-closet half an hour afterward, nearly squeezed the breath out of his little body with a tender embrace, instead of shaking him for being there, and why she followed up this novel performance by the unexpected gift of a big slice of bread and jelly, remained one of the problems over which Demi puzzled his small wits, and was forced to leave unsolved forever.

558

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Mako x Fire Nation Princess Imagine Series: Part 3

You invite Mako’s friends to the Fire Nation in an attempt to get to know them better but a revelation from Mako makes things particularly hard for one of them...

Part One here

Part Two here

Part Four here

Part Five here

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You appreciated all the effort Mako was making to get used to your lifestyle so you invited him to make himself more at home at the palace by having some of his friends over. You were dying to get to know Bolin better so encouraged him to invite them to a small (and this time it was small) get together. Mako agreed and now his two worlds were going to collide.

Mako’s POV

Mako stood at the air terminus waiting for the ship. He was oddly nervous but also excited. This would be his two worlds merging and he hoped it all went smoothly. He spotted the ship and heard Bolin calling his name. He waved, laughing as the noise got louder and louder until he finally saw Bolin. His little brother rushed to him crashing into him in a painful hug. Mako patted him before he moved to welcome Korra and Asami too. "Wow inviting us to your new home eh?" Korra asked. Mako blushed "it's not my house it's y/n’s". "Yeah but you've been here so often it may as well be" the avatar joked "speaking of which where is your better half?". "Y/n was rushed away on some Firelord training but she will be with us as soon as she can I assure you". Maki led his friends through the palace to their wing and Bolin chatted none stop until he grew tired. "Aren't we there yet? I feel like we've been down this corridor before". "Mako are you lost?" Korra teased and Mako shook his head. "No I know the way, we haven't been down this one yet". "How can you tell they all look the same" Bolin sighed. "No they don't" Mako said and Bolin shot him a look "er yeah they do". "Well I guess with practice I’ve gotten used to them". Mako reached some double doors where two guards were posted. They saw Mako and nodded to him opening the doors. Mako nodded back and his friends watched amused. "Did you see that?" Korra smirked "he's so important the guards all recognise him". "Well can you blame them? I'd want to know who my potential boss could be one day" Asami shrugged. "It's not that, they just remember my face because they have to. They're responsible for knowing who should be in the palace and who shouldn't be" Mako explained only blushing slightly. The others all nodded "fair enough but you do seem to have settled in here well" Asami smiled and Mako felt very happy to hear them say that. "Thanks" he smiled “so this is all yours” he said gesturing to the large room with bedrooms leading off “let me give you a quick tour...”. 

Your POV

You rushed into the room an hour later and interrupted a heated discussion between Bolin and Asami about if Varick was really such a great inventor or not. They both paused and all eyes fell to you. "Sorry I'm late!" you called in greeting. "My grandmother wanted me to sit in on an important meeting that only happens once every 5 years and of course it was rescheduled to this morning so I had to miss your arrival but I hope you can all forgive me" you finished. The avatar laughed and Asami smiled "of course we can, your majesty". You brushed that away "you don't need to say any of that, especially if we're alone. Anyway how are you all? It's so great to see you! I’m sure Mako has been a good host even if I wasn’t" you smiled sitting on the arm of his chair. Mako placed an arm around you and you looked at him fondly. "We’re great!" Bolin cried "the palace looks even fancier than before! Have you got more portraits and gold?". You laughed "not to my knowledge but I'm glad you like the look of things Bolin! Korra? Asami? How are you?". "We're really good" Asami smiled squeezing Korra's hand "the Fire nation is just beautiful this time of year". You nodded "it is! I was planning on showing you some of the sights later if you'd be interested?". "Definitely!" Korra and Asami smiled but you noticed Bolin didn't seem thrilled. "How does that sound to you Bolin?". Bolin quickly put a smile on his face "yeah that all sounds great!". "Are you sure? If there's something else you'd rather do...". Bolin shook his head "nope!" and you nodded "okay great...well I'll let you guys settle in then we can head out!".

You knew it was stupid but you wanted Mako’s friends to really like you, especially Bolin but the boy seemed largely indifferent. Every cool thing you showed him he got less and less excited about. Sure he smiled and told you it was nice but you were excellent as seeing through pleasantries and Mako’s brother was not warming up to you. Finally the tour ended and you returned to the palace to receive good news. “Bolin, Opal and her family have arrived and are waiting inside” you called and Bolin gave his first genuine smile of the day “really? Her ship is early” and he ran off down the corridor. The others all laughed and you smiled but your worry hadn’t gone away. What was wrong with Mako’s brother?

 The party rolled around and it was a nice casual event...well for the palace. There were people from all the four nations and it was nice to see all the people Mako knew here. He chatted happily to Su Yin Beifong and Tenzin before nodding to Lin his boss and exchanged pleasantries with Korra’s family. You could tell he was happy, he’d been the most confident he’d been at any party and walked around the room head held high. You were so proud of him and couldn’t be happier! The feeling was not mutual.

Bolin’s POV 

Bolin watched the room filled with people and just saw Fire Nation finery everywhere he looked. The more fabulous things he saw the more disheartened he became, if Mako was at ease here and he wasn’t what did that mean for the two of them? Bolin was jolted out of his thoughts when Korra chuckled seeing Mako make small talk with the Firelord he just happened to get stuck next to. Asami noticed too and smiled "Is it just me or is Mako more...". "Serious here?" Bolin asked and Asami winced "not serious but definitely different. He seems so at ease around everyone and the royals all seem to love him". Korra nodded "I know! Did you see he just made the Firelord laugh! Y/n said her grandmother likes him". Bolin stared at Mako "he does fit in rather well...not to mention he looks like all of them...more than he looks like me". Asami and Korra frowned at the tone of Bolin's voice when he said that. "Maybe but that doesn't mean anything, he's still the same Mako!" Asami said gently and Bolin mustered a smile "yeah I know..." but it wasn't a convincing one.

Mako’s POV 

"Is it just me or has Bolin been off?" you asked Mako. Mako frowned and looked over to where his brother was sat pushing his food around. "Hmm maybe, he never wastes food. I'll go see what's wrong". Mako had noticed Bolin hadn’t spoken to you much today and he had been getting a cold vibe from his baby brother but he’d hoped it was nothing. However now you’d noticed he was determined to put a stop to it so he approached Bolin swiftly and pulled him to one side. ”Are you okay?” Mako asked “you’ve been off all day, is something bothering you?”. Bolin shook his head “no nothing...” but he fiddled with his hands like he always did when he was lying. Mako raised an eyebrow “you sure? Because you don’t seem too happy to be here”. “Why would I?” Bolin cried “this isn’t my home and it’s not yours, am I supposed to be overjoyed at every dragon statue and fancy party? They’re royalty Mako it’s what they do!”. Mako frowned “of course you don’t have to be overjoyed but y/n went to all this effort bringing you here and you're kind of acting like a brat". "Ow I'm a brat?" Bolin cried "is that why you're spending so much time away from me then? Soon you’ll just move here and won't come back". Mako paused unable to refute his brothers claim and Bolin gasped "wait are you actually planning on moving here! Why? It's gross here, Republic City is so much better!". "Bolin calm down! It's nothing to do with either city" Mako explained "more y/n..." he trailed off looking at you as you chatted to Korra and Asami. "What she's asked you to? Just because she's a princess doesn't mean she can order you around! Trust me I checked after Eska". Mako shook his head vigorously "that's not it at all! Y/n doesn't even know that I'm thinking of moving here and she'd never command me around. She's not that type of person and you know it!". Bolin raised his hands "fine so why are you moving here?". "For y /n!" Mako said getting annoyed "I want to be around her more and things are going really well so I thought I'd take the plunge. But it's very much just an idea I had, I'm not going anywhere any time soon". "But you will eventually" Bolin snapped "you'll move to the Fire Nation and ditch all of us". Mako shook his head "Bolin you're being childish! I'm not ditching anyone I'm simply considering moving closer to my girlfriend. It's not like y/n can just move out of the Fire Nation so I'm happy to move closer to her to be together. If this was you and Opal I'd be happy for you so why can't you act like a grown-up and stop making this all about you?". "Why don't you act like a grown-up and stop making this all about you" Bolin retorted and Mako frowned "what? That doesn't even make sense" but he didn't have time to reply because Bolin had already run from the room crying.

Your POV  

You had no idea what had happened with Bolin and Mako as you were chatting to Asami and Korra, two of Mako’s friends who actually liked you. Then a servant appeared at your elbow and told you a nobleman was causing trouble. So you dealt with that issue and were just returning to the ballroom when you saw a figure emerge crying dramatically. You frowned as you recognised the stocky figure "Bolin?". You followed him down the corridor and outside where he sat on a bench sadly. You looked around wondering if to go get Mako but decided to make sure Bolin was okay first. "Hey Bolin" you called "are you alright? What's wrong?". Bolin looked up at your voice but his eyes hardened when he saw it was you “nothing” he pouted. You frowned “well clearly something’s wrong...why don’t you tell me and then I can help?”. Bolin shook his head “no thanks”. “Is it Mako?” you asked “did he say something”. Bolin sighed standing up “I know you’re just trying to help but stop!” Bolin cried and he began walking away. Utterly exasperated you watched him go before calling after him “why don’t you like me?”. Bolin paused “what?”. “Why don’t you like me?” you repeated “It’s like everything I do displeases you and you’ve just got this vendetta against me. Have I done something to you?”. Bolin sighed “I don’t dislike you but I have every reason to”. “Why? I’ve been nothing but kind to you!” you cried and Bolin nodded “oh yeah? Stealing my brother from me is kind?”. You stared “what? I’m not stealing anyone!”. “Yes you are! Mako’s all that’s left of my family and now he wants to move here to be with you!”. “What?” you asked as a voice cried “Bolin!” and Mako appeared “why would you tell her that? You know it was a secret!”. “Because I don’t want it to happen!” Bolin replied and Mako sighed. One crisis at a time he dealt with his sobbing brother first. “Bo...you know no matter what happens we’ll always be brothers don’t you?”. “Yeah of course but it just sucks! I thought you’d always be around and there if I needed you. Back when I travelled the world with Kuvira knowing you were back home was a big comfort to me. We don’t have much family as it is and the idea of it becoming even less... just makes me panic! What if I need you and you’re not there? You’ve always been there Mako”. “And that will continue” Mako said firmly “Bolin I will always be here for you no matter where I live. If you need me you just tell me and I come to you or you come to me. Simple as that”. Bolin shot a look at you “but this is the palace...i’m not welcome here anytime, i’m not royalty”. “So?” you said stepping in “you don’t have to be royalty to be welcome here. Your Mako’s brother! If you ever need him or even just miss him then go straight to the Fire Nation embassy in Republic City and they’ll arrange your travel here anytime, day or night”. “You mean it? You don’t hate me after the fuss I caused”. You chuckled shaking your head “of course not! You were just worried about losing your brother which is something I totally get, he’s pretty special”. Mako blushed and Bolin just got teary again “he is...I love him so much” he said and you laughed as he began to cry again. “Okay Bo...reign it in a little” Mako sighed and you smiled “would you like a hug Bolin?”. “Yes please!” he cried and rushed into your arms. Mako sighed but placed an arm around you both too. “I’m really glad of all the girls it could have been, you’re the one my brother is leaving me for” Bolin told you. You chuckled at Bolin’s word choice and felt Mako tense. “No problem” you grinned and hugged Bolin who squeezed you tightly.  

“I really am sorry I was such a brat earlier” Bolin told you on your way back to the hall. “It’s fine don’t give it a second thought” you smiled and entered to come face to face with Opal and Suyin Beifong. “There you are!” Opal cried looking at Bolin “where did you go?”. “I erm..had a moment but y/n and Mako calmed me down and we’re friends now”. “That’s a relief” Suyin said kindly before her eyes fell on you “Princess Y/n how wonderful to see you again, thank you so much for inviting us”. “You’re very welcome Su! It’s been far too long, how’s that wonderful family of yours?”. “Why don’t you come and see for yourself, they’re all dying to see you”. You nodded and went to walk away with Su when Bolin burst. “Wait you know the Beifongs?” Bolin cried and Opal smirked “of course she does! Our families have been friends ever since Firelord Zuko burnt my grandma Toph’s feet”. Suyin nodded “and y/n’s grandmother and I were great friends growing up, I’ve known y/n since the day she was born”. You smiled warmly at Su and Opal sidled up next to Bolin “you’d have realised all this if you hadn’t spent all day ducking y/n”. Bolin blushed “yeah...I acted like an idiot but i’m trying to make up for it”. You went to tell Bolin he had nothing to make up when his eyes lit up and a smile broke onto his face “and I know exactly how!” and he rushed away. You and Mako looked to Opal who shrugged “with Bolin i’ve learnt nothing can surprise me”. You chuckled when Asami and Korra appeared “hey is everything okay?”. You nodded “Bolin was a little upset but we sorted it”. Mako nodded “leave it to Bolin to cause a scene after being here less than 24 hours”. 

The group broke out into small talk and you chatted with all the Beifongs getting reacquainted with them. You were in an intriguing conversation about making a fire bender version of power disk with Wing and Wei when you heard a microphone switch on. “Ladies and Gentlemen can I have your attention please” a voice called and you all looked around. Mako immediately clasped his hand to his face “what is he doing?”. “Hey everyone!” Bolin smiled at the crowd “I’m Bolin! Some of you may know me as Nuktuk hero of the South or = from my bending days in Republic City or you know...for being Mako’s little brother”. That got a few nods and Bolin cringed but carried on “anyway I wanted to thank you for your hospitality, particularly that of my brother’s girlfriend Princess Y/n and so please enjoy the show by the amazing and talented master Pabu!”. Bolin moved back to reveal Pabu, dressed in very adorable miniature Fire Nation attire stood on a small stand. Bolin pulled out some hoops from behind his back and began waving them around the fire ferret who hopped through them all effortlessly. The act got harder and harder and finished with Pabu doing several flips before landing in a handstand. Everyone cheered and Mako was surprised to see how much the serious Fire Nation people loved the little ferret. People began queuing up to stroke him and you laughed “he’s a hit! Pabu was amazing”. Mako smirked amused “he was, so has Bolin done enough to call it even?”. “Of course” you grinned and rushed away to find him.

You joined the queue to speak to Bolin and found he and Pabu were both enjoying the well-deserved attention. When Bolin saw you his smile became more nervous “hey y/n, so...did you like it?”. “I loved it!” you grinned “thank you so much, Pabu is so talented and so are you for training him”. Bolin beamed under your praise “thank you! Everyone always forgets about the trainer and it’s a pretty hard word”. “Well you both did amazingly” you smiled “in return for your lovely show there’s something I’d like to show you”.

You whispered your plan to Mako and he took Pabu to keep him safe leaving you free to show Bolin the most important person in the Fire Nation. Mako told you Bolin had always loved animals so you hoped that would apply to who you were about to show him. You led Bolin into a secure part of the palace and he frowned as he saw the scorch marks and sharp lines on the floor where something sharp had been dragged against a stone. “Y/n....where are we going?” he asked. “Wait 5 seconds and you’ll see” you smiled opened a large gate. You stepped into a wide-open enclosure with no roof and whistled. Bolin hear movement and saw a red blur appear beside you. It was a dragon. 

.It took Bolin a few seconds to process just what he was seeing but when he did he was overjoyed. “Omgggggg” Bolin cried “is that Druk! The famous dragon companion of your great grandfather? I think i’m going to faint...”. “Please don’t!” you cried alarmed “but yes it is, would you like to meet him?”. Bolin nodded “yes please!”. You grinned and led him towards Druk who was used to stardom by now so just blinked at Bolin’s tears unimpressed. Druk this is Mako’s little brother Bolin. He’s a big fan of yours and would love to meet you”. You came to stand beside Druk petting him and gestured for Bolin to do the same. He placed a shaking hand on Druk’s shoulder and gasped “oh my god I’m stroking a dragon! This is amazing! He’s so beautiful”. You smiled “he likes you”. “He does?” Bolin gasped and you nodded nudging Druk with your foot “of course he does, don’t you Druk?”. The dragon shot you a look but he abided. Druk raised his head and leant into Bolin, he stared at him before giving him a small lick and a sniff. It wasn’t exactly what you were expecting but it did the job. Bolin was overcome with joy and squealed for a good few minutes. Even when you finally left Druk and made your way through the Fire Nation Bolin was still buzzing, literally and figuratively. He was skipping more than he was walking and he could not stop talking about Druk. “He’s just the most stunning shade of red I’ve ever seen and his eyes...”. You chuckled and went to agree when Bolin carried on “he was so magnificent but also so cute and intelligent, how can one creature be so many things at once?”. “I have no idea but you’re totally right, Druk is very special”. Bolin nodded and opened his mouth to speak about Druk more when he paused as you led him into a room filled with all your and Mako’s friends.

“What is all this?” Bolin asked and you smiled “I thought a fun way for us all to spend time together might be a few games?” you explained “Mako mentioned how you and Asami are both skilled pai sho players and apparently Korra’s competitiveness is unrivalled”. Korra blushed and Asami laughed “you’re not wrong!” earning a frown from her girlfriend. You grinned “perfect! Because I and my friends are also very fond of games so how about a tournament?”. “YES!” Bolin and Korra cried at once. 

.The tournament was a huge success. Everyone interacted and got to know one another super well. You got to know Mako’s friends better and even discovered a few more things about your boyfriend too. Korra and Bolin had a lot of enthusiasm but Bolin had a short attention span and got bored early. Korra on the other hand had unwavering energy however she also had several tells which always revealed if she was uncertain about if she could win.  Asami was the dark horse with an amazing poker face, she won several of the games and was the calm precision to Korra’s emotional passionate plays. Mako himself pretended he wasn’t bothered by the games but you saw his competitive streak emerge and he could be very sneaky when he wanted to win. It was nice to see him let his hair down and act goofy with his friends. It made you even fonder of him. The evening was winding down at the moment though and you were relieved, more than a little exhausted at the day’s events. Bolin and Opal were chatting happily to Eiyima and Sai about their lives while Korra and Yy were in a heated final match. You watched it all amused with Pabu curled up on your lap still wearing his fire nation crown which he’d become quite fond of apparently. Mako sat with his arm around you while playing a chilled game of pai sho with Asami and you loved how relaxed this all felt. Apparently the feeling was mutual. You caught Mako watching you and when he finished his game he moved closer to you.  “Thanks for tonight” Mako whispered to you “it really means a lot and it makes me so happy to see you getting along with all my friends”. You smiled “no problem, i’ve really enjoyed meeting them...not to mention all the secrets they’ve spilt about you will be very useful. The one Bolin said about you wanting to move here stands out though”. Mako blushed “I didn’t want him to tell you because I know we’ve only been dating a few months and I didn’t want you to get scared off”. You rolled your eyes “it will take more than that Mako, I grew up with a dragon remember?”. Mako paled remembering when he met said dragon. He had been a lot more terrified when he met the magnificent creature a few weeks ago “yep I remember that”. You chuckled “needless to say it’s not scared me off. I actually find it very interesting...my family seriously haven’t put you off moving here?”. Mako shrugged “your family still terrifies me but you’re a pretty good incentive to ignore all that. Plus I like it here, all the citizens are indifferent to me and I love it! I was thinking I could maybe join the Fire Nation security force?”. “That’s a great idea!” you smiled “for years my grandmother has been meaning to improve our security system, i’m sure she’d be very happy to have your help”. “Wow really?” Mako asked “that sounds amazing”. You nodded “it’s yours whenever you want it but don’t feel pressured. I’ll still be here if you decide to move in 3 months or 3 years time. I’m not exactly going anywhere”. Mako chuckled “well 3 months sounds a lot more probable, I honestly can’t wait to be around you more”. You blushed and stared up at Mako lost for words. Finally you sighed happily “I want that too”. Mako smiled “good” and stared down at you. His eyes went to your lips and you knew exactly what he was thinking of doing because you wanted to do it as well. However before either of you could do anything you were jolted out of your thought as Korra slammed her hands down on the table in victory. “I win!” she cried “I am the best!”. You all laughed at her competitiveness and Asami laughed “yes you did babe, but now I think it’s time for bed. I’m exhausted, not to mention I think we’ve imposed on y/n and Mako a lot”. “Ow it’s no problem” you started but Asami shot you a smile “it’s fine don’t worry, you’ve deserved some alone time” and with a wink that made you blush she gathered her girlfriend. You wished everyone a goodnight and saw them off before finally the door closed and silence settled. Mako was smiling when you turned around. “What’s that look for?” you asked and Mako shrugged “nothing...just we can finally do this” and he swiftly kissed you. You smiled against his lips at the intensity “been waiting all day to do this huh?”. “You have no idea!” Mako agreed pulling you back in. 

After the weekend was over Mako’s friends boarded the airship to head back to Republic City. You worried Mako might be sad to see them go but he was beaming as he chatted to Bolin. “Any idea what they’re discussing?” you asked Opal who smiled “I have an idea but i’ll let Mako explain”. You went to push her but the Beifong was smart and distracted you. Opal hugged you tightly “thanks for this weekend y/n and for being so understanding with Bolin. You’re the best!”. “No problem, thank you so much for coming. We’ll have to meet up again soon”. “I’m sure we will” Opal smiled with a wink and she stepped away. Then you said goodbye to the Beifongs which took a while given how many of them there were. Next Korra and Asami came forward to hug you. Asami insisted you visit Republic City soon and have dinner with her and Korra. You agreed and with final farewells they ascended the airship. Finally Bolin approached you. He wrapped you in a bone-crushing hug and beamed at you “thanks for....well everything! I was pretty nervous coming here but leaving i’m ecstatic...wait not because I’m leaving, that came out wrong”. You laughed “don’t worry Bolin I get what you mean, I’m pleased we managed to sort through everything”. “Me too!” Bolin grinned hugging you once more. He hugged Mako and said goodbye once more before joining Opal in the airship. 

You watched it take off together and Mako wound an arm around you. “I’m so glad we did that” you sighed “thank you for agreeing to it all Mako”. “No problem, it was wonderful and I loved having my two worlds collide...speaking of would you be willing to do it again this winter?”. Opal’s words came back to your mind and you looked at Mako “in what way?”. “Well Bolin is going to Opal’s for christmas this year and Su has invited us all and I’d love for you to come too. It was Bolin’s idea and I think it’s wonderful but I understand if you have to stay at the palace for christmas or something? I’m still not sure about all the protocols”. “Me either and I was born into it!” you joked and Mako laughed. “But back to christmas, I’d love to spend it with you in Zafou”. “Really?” Mako cried and you grinned “of course! I can think of no better way to celebrate the season”. Mako struggled through some words before he gave up and just hugged you “thank you, it’s going to be an amazing christmas!”. You laughed into his hug and had to agree, you couldn’t wait to spend more time around Mako’s friends and family. 

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I love how dramatic Bolin always is. Also can we agree he’d be the best brother in law ever? Thanks. 

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[ladydaemon]

ayooooo can i get some jealous nikolai please!!!! like seeing you talking to someone else and getting all angry only to admit he really wants ur attention ! pls and thank u <3333

A/N: This is set in Siege and Storm (i think lol it's been awhile) so spoilers for that. Also, this is technically Sturmhond x reader but we aren't going to talk about that. This is probably not what you wanted and honestly it's so short I hate it, sorry in advance.

Summary: One of the Darkling's Grisha flirts with you, only for a pissed privateer to intervene.

Warnings: swearing, um insecure nikolai but not really, also beware i haven't read rule of wolves yet sooo

"Herring is fucking delicious."

"We can't be friends anymore."

"Bold of you to assume we were friends in the first place."

"Honestly, fuck you, Tamar," Y/N huffed, scowling at the woman. First, there was the Darkling demanding passage back to Ravka with his prisoners and prissy Grisha, and now her best friend telling her she liked the one food she despised?

Betrayal of the worst kind.

Y/N turned back to the deck of the ship, watching with a sort of disgusted curiosity at the newcomers on their ship. They're like parrots, she thought. Brightly colored, virtually useless, and they don't stop talking.

The Grisha were doing nothing - walking around, trying to look important and above everyone else, and pestering the crew with questions like, when are we getting there? why is it taking so long? wait, there isn't a hairdresser on board?

"Oh, look at him. What, did he have a rebellious phase as a teenager and didn't grow out of it?" Tamar's voice brought her out of her thoughts, pulling them towards the Darkling. Y/N had to admit, Tamar was right - he was staring pensively out at the ocean, black cape billowing around him, and he generally looked very much like he was brooding.

"An hour of deck-swabbing says the girl down there is his ex," she snorted, swinging her legs over the edge of the boat. It was one of those days where the seas were calm and the breeze was light, and only a couple people were needed to keep the boat moving. Y/N and Tamar were enjoying the free time while it lasted.

"If you think I'm making that bet you are out of your mind. I agree completely."

Y/N hummed, enjoying the sea breeze for a bit before a small cough made her look up to see a broad-shouldered man in a blue kefta with red embroidery standing beside her. "May I sit with you ladies?"

It was clear he wasn't asking, and Tamar and Y/N exchanged an amused glance. "Sure."

The man settled gracefully next to Y/N, kefta pleated like a schoolgirl's around him. Y/N stifled a giggle. It was silent for a beat before she and Tamar resumed their argument, bickering and laughing.

The Grisha put his hand on her thigh.

Both Y/N and Tamar froze for half a second. Tamar raised an eyebrow, a silent question, but Y/N shook her head, ever so slightly. She wanted to just how long the poor man would last.

Y/N turned to face the Grisha, a honeyed smile on her face. "Yes?"

He was obviously pleased that she had recognized him, and took it as his chance to speak, though his hand never left her thigh. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. My name is Aaron."

"Y/N."

Aaron began to strike up some odd conversation that she barely payed attention to, grinning in a way that he probably thought was flirtatious. He was utterly oblivious to the rest of the crew noticing and snickering, placing bets on when Nikolai would intervene.

A cold, tight voice interrupted Aaron midsentence. "I suggest you take your hand off of my commander's thigh before I cut it off. We wouldn't want any mini Y/Ns running around now, would we?"

"A truly terrifying thought," Tamar agreed.

Y/N looked up to see one Nikolai Lantsov glaring at Aaron, who looked up at him in surprise.

Well, it wasn't really Nikolai Lantsov - this version of him was red-haired and green-eyed, with a weirdly-shaped face and a gaudy teal peacoat covering an equally gaudy yellow tunic. This was Sturmhond, privateer and sailor, not Nikolai, prince and royal.

It really came to no surprise that Aaron decided that he was of a higher status and that she was his for the taking. He stood up, chest-to-chest with Nikolai. "And why should I, thief?"

"Privateer, actually," Nikolai corrected smoothly, and if you hadn't known him, you wouldn't have seen the barely leashed anger, the fury in his eyes. "And because you spoiled brats don't know how to sail a paper boat, let alone a ship such as this. Good luck getting back to Ravka without my crew's help."

Aaron bristled, but Nikolai had the upper hand in the squabble, and everyone knew it. The Inferni scowled and walked away as Nikolai sat down next to the woman in question. To anyone else, he looked casual and in control, but his eyes were narrowed and his fists were slightly clenched and his breathing was far heavier than it should be.

Y/N sighed.

"Well, come on then," she grunted, pulling herself up and offering a hand to him. "Let's go to your room so you can all that teenage boy angst out."

He huffed, stuck his tongue out, but took her hand (not letting go, a fact noticed by Aaron, who whitened in understanding) and followed her belowdecks to his spacious office-slash-bedroom.

"Now, how about you let out all your-" Y/N began, starting to turn around – and stopping halfway there because she was being hugged from behind by one teddy-bear of a man.

"Pay attention to me, please," he whined softly, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

She stifled a giggle, reaching over her head to pat his hair. "Your coat is gaudy, your hair is too red, and your face looks like a donkey's ass."

Nikolai huffed a breath, the warm air tickling her skin. "If you insist on being stubborn-"

"I'm not finished-"

"Please?" His voice was almost childlike, almost shy, and Y/N found herself willing to indulge him. "Tell me about Novyi Zem again."

Ah. Honestly, it was a surprise that she hadn't expected it.

Y/N had grown up in Novyi Zem - she was the daughter of two farmers, and had grown up in the fields. Nikolai, being royal, was utterly fascinated by. He wanted to know how the plows worked (and how he could make them better), how the crops were rotated (so he could improve the rotation), how much money a farmhand costed (so he could determine if they were overpaid or underpaid), how much money went into the pastures and barns.

But most of all, he wanted to hear about her. Her childhood friends, how she had spent her days. He would listen for hours, just soaking in tiny details that seemed irrelevant to her, and commit them to memory. He knew that she had had a dog name Foxie, she rode with an English saddle, that she had named one of the cows Milky, that she hated working in the garden but loved plowing the fields, and that her childhood crush's name was Maurin.

"What do you want me to tell you, sobachka?" Nikolai huffed slightly at the nickname. With the Darkling on their ship and the Grisha onboard, it wasn't safe to say his real name, even in the safe quarters belowdecks, so Y/N had gotten around to calling him his nickname. It felt more him than 'Sturmhond', and it was common enough name that nobody would question it.

Somehow, Nikolai had managed to maneuver them both to the one windowed seat in the room, her sitting comfortably between his legs, back resting on his chest. She had barely noticed. "Anything. Everything."

And she told him. Talked and talked until the sun began to set and their legs had fallen asleep. And he listened, following each word, each syllable with rapt attention, mouth quirking upwards when he saw the glint in her eye until she went quiet, her voice used and spent from talking so much so she just rested her head on his chest and he held and at that moment, Prince Nikolai Lantsov of Ravka knew that he would do absolutely anything to get her attention.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #grishaverse #nikolai lantsov x y/n #shadow and bone #king of scars #rule of wolves #dae answers

[purrincesskittens]

Some pure indulgent fluff in my dragons atla universe slightly inspired by @muffinlance Scaled Over writing out how Bato comes into the possession of a little scaly Zuko still but I just had to get this fluff out first. Sorry for tagging you so often muffin you have inspired me to write again and actually finish something for once.

Zuko's scar isn't as bad over his eye it's larger though it covers more of the left side of his face and down his neck and across his shoulder. It's not as bad though it's second to third degree and will scar but not nearly as bad as it looks in canon like this but on a small child

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Bato was drifting between wakefulness and sleep wanting to go back to sleep unsure as to what woke him. His hammock rocked with the ship he was comfortable under his furs and blankets. They were almost home and just in time to beat the late season storm coming their way. He was almost asleep again when the baby in his arms sat up on his chest. After a moment of squirming little hands patted his face gently and cautiously to wake him. Giving a yawn and stretch Bato opened his eyes to look at the little one he held.

"Sorry." The 3 year old little boy whispers so softly Bato wouldn't have heard if he hadn't been holding the little one so close. "What's wrong buddy?" Bato asks as the kid squirmed again. "Umm." The little one grabbed at his front as he squirms in a matter Bato recognizes from Sokka who had just started potty training. "Need to go?" Bato sat up holding the boy to his chest as he did before unburrying them so he could swing his legs out of the hammock and set the boy down.

He knew what woke him now. The boy had been squirming for a while before waking Bato. The child was still very cautious about everything he did which angered Bato. The boy was barely 3 and was surprisingly very good about potty breaks although he did have accidents that caused him to break down in tears. Bato would love to murder the child's father. Not only was the man responsible for the large burn that covered the left side of the child's face and down his neck and shoulder but the man didn't seem to understand children. Didn't want the child to make loud noises and apparently yelled at every little thing the boy did.

Bato wasn't even a father but he was a damn proud uncle to Hakoda's kids and understood children were noisy and messy. He didn't have a high opinion of any servants hired to care for the boy either. None seemed to have had the patience for a young child struggling to be more mature then their age while still being a toddler. Standing up he guided the kid to use the bathroom yawning as he did. The boy finished with only a slight mishap at first not a big deal, he watched Sokka for Hakoda and Kya before he knew this could happen.

The boy looked at him like he expected to be hit or yelled at. "I missed." The boy whispered looking down at his bare feet. "Sorry." Bato had to close his eyes and count to ten silently so as not to show he was upset. Not at the little one but at the man the boy calls father. Kneeling he hugs the tiny thing to him before murmuring reassuringly. "It's okay accidents happen. You'll get better with time." He stood cleaning up the mess and then cleaned the child and himself up, using a clean wet cloth to whipe the boys face after to remove snot and tears.

Scooping him up he nuzzled the child's soft black hair with his nose. "Let's get a snack and then back to bed okay?" He got a nod in response as the little one tucked his head against his neck. Hakoda intercepted them after they had grabbed a few sea prunes yawning as he ruffled the child's hair causing the boy to squeak and hide his face against Bato's skin. "Midnight snack?" He questions his friend nodding to the half eaten prune in the toddlers hand. "Bathrrom visit first then snack as a reward for doing so good now back to bed." Bato explains bouncing the child in his arms gently to reassure him.

"I missed." Came the response from the half asleep bundle in the tribesman's arms. "That's okay Sokka, my son, misses alot too. It happens." The chief reassures the tiny thing who peaks at him with sleepy gold eyes. They eventually got back to bed with Bato settling the toddler in his arms under the furs and blankets.

The next day brought them into colder waters and icebergs appeared. The child stared with wide eyes from his place at the railing of the ship under the watchful eyes of the crew. As they traveled further south the more the ice grew bigger. It was early spring so the waters were barely safe enough to traverse meaning they had to slow down and take it easy. This also meant the icebergs appeared to be closer to the ship. Almost within touching distance it would seem. Or at least it seemed so to a tiny tot who had never seen icebergs before. One second he was standing by the railing, the next he's climbed up on the railing, and the second after that a little black dragon is launching himself across the distance little wings incapable of true flight, beating the air in an attempt at keeping him alight.

The ship lurched and a large blue dragon is grabbing the baby dragon in his teeth scuffing them and hauling them back on board the ship ignoring their whines of protest despite being a limp noodle hanging from Bato's jaws as he settles back in the middle of the deck depositing the little creature in front of them caging him with his claws so the little one can't scamper off.

The rest of the day is spent with a shaky noodle hiding in Bato's parka half because he got scolded for trying to jump off the ship to touch an iceberg half because he was cold. Aake's mutter suggestion about wing breaking had been overheard and the little one was terrified of him now. Bato hadn't liked that suggestion even if Aake wasn't completely serious.

"You need a name boy." Kustaa informs the child as he changes the bandages that cover half the boys face, neck and shoulder. "He has a name." Bato comments as he holds the boy still. "But he hasn't said what it is yet now has he? If he is staying he needs a name. We can't keep calling him boy now can we?" Cool salve is applied to the burn with gentle steady hands. Bato hums in response but thinks on what the healer said.

"If you don't want to tell me your name that's fine but since your starting a new life with us how about a proper water tribe name?" Bato asks the child as he carefully runs a brush through the boys hair. The little one practically purred in his lap as he pulled the brush through his thick black hair. "What do you think of Kanut? It means white polar bear goose." The boy scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "Yeah polar bear goose doesn’t suit you does it? Hmm how about Nanook?"

A little sneeze greeted this suggestion drawing a chuckle from the man. "No? Let's see then something that would suit you." Bato ran the brush once more through the toddlers hair before tying it up in a warriors wolf tail. "I know how about Tulugaq? For your raven hair." This last name earned a bright eye look. "Tulugaq it is then." Bato chuckles wrapping his arms around the newly dubbed Tulugaq giving him a hug.

Kustaa held Tulugaq in his arms as the crew ran around getting the ship ready as they drew closer to the South Pole and their village. Once they docked the ships would be unloaded and sleds packed up with supplies to be distributed among the various tribes and villages that made up the Southern Water Tribe enough to last the tribes to the summer when the traders came. Tulugaq only liked Kustaa and Bato primarily although he was growing used to the chief. Hakoda had been spending time with Bato while the little one hide under Bato's clothes or clung to him.

Bato had been named the boys guardian and new dad in everything but name. It had been agreed upon that if his mother came looking for him and proved to be trust worthy she would be welcomed by the tribe or allowed to take her son, the boys father would never get him back and would never lay another hand on the boy. Finally Bato came over scooping his new son up into his arms. "Welcome to the Southern Water Tribe, Tulugaq."

#gift fic #gift for Muffinlance #scaled over #scaled over inspired #inspired by muffinlance #inspired by scaled over #baby zuko #ACCIDENTAL BABY ACQUISITION #kinda #More like Bato took one look and asked “Is anyone gonna parent this?” And didn’t wait for an answer #atla fanfic #atla zuko #atla #atla dragons #atla dragon au #dragon au #dragon!zuko #dragon!bato #dad bato #bato adopts zuko #this may turn into a series #atla bato #Zuko's scar is larger because he is smaller and he squirmed when he got bruned so the fire wasn't centered directly over his eye #avatar the last airbender

[fruitcoops]

hey! i love your work so much and i had an idea. what about the whole team going to pride? or maybe just the cubs or coops, but i would love to see the whole team supporting and maybe breaking out flags of their own. :)))

Happy Pride, everyone!!! It has been such a wild year, but I hope you all find comfort and joy during this month <3 I'm sending you all love and hugs (or high-fives, if you prefer), as well as positive vibes for the summer. SW credit belongs to @lumosinlove as always!

Credit to @queercanoe for the the rainbow bracelet idea <3

“This is…this is really nice,” Sirius said as they stood in line for popsicles. His face glowed with happiness and Remus squeezed his hand where it laid over his shoulder.

“Better than last year?”

He hummed in thought. “I like being here without the Cup and all the cameras. It’s just us.”

“And half the team,” Remus added.

“True,” Sirius laughed, bending down to kiss his forehead. Some of the glitter Lily had managed to sprinkle over his head and smear on his cheeks fell onto Remus’ shirt, and he brushed it off with a laugh. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. The kids are still arguing.”

Sirius glanced behind them and snorted; on the other end of the block, Leo hitched Logan higher on his back as he held Finn’s baseball cap out of reach. Talker and James had started an impromptu game of volleyball with a stray balloon, and the sight of Regulus playing peekaboo with Harry using his pride flag cape sent a burst of happy butterflies through Remus’ stomach.

“D’you think they’ve even noticed we’re gone?”

“Doubt it.”

They tapped their popsicles together in a toast and meandered back to the group—the afternoon heat toned down some of the manic energy of the morning parade, and Remus was content to just wander hand-in-hand with his fiancé for a while.

Not your fiancé for long, he reminded himself as the ice cooled his mouth. Just five more days, and then you’ll have a ring, too.

He stood on his toes, still a little sore from dancing earlier in the day, and kissed Sirius’ cheek. “What was that for?”

“Nothing. Just ‘cause I love you.”

Sirius let out a slow breath and squeezed him a little tighter around the shoulders, catching a drip of syrupy red before it slid down to his elbow. “This is the perfect day.”

“It is, isn’t it? Ooo, blue raspberry.”

“Can I have a taste?”

“Of c—” Remus was cut off by warm lips against his own, shorting out every braincell in one fell swoop. You sly little shit, he thought, smiling into the kiss as Sirius dipped him back.

They straightened up after a moment and Sirius raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s pretty good.”

“Your lips are purple.”

He licked his own half-melted popsicle before dragging Remus in for one more kiss, though both of them were almost laughing too hard for his plan to work. “There. Now we match.”

“Thanks, babes.”

“Hey!” Finn cupped his hands around his mouth, clearly giving up on retrieving his hat. “Are you done yet? I was promised popsicles!”

Remus flipped him off and pulled Sirius down by the collar of his shirt, suddenly uncaring of the stickiness making its chilly way down his forearm. It was their day to do that, after all; their day to be flamboyantly affectionate to anyone in sight, regardless of contracts and media and expectations. It was a day drenched in popsicle sugar where he could turn his soon-to-be-husband’s lips more purple than the dahlias he loved so much.

“You could’ve just said ‘no’,” Finn remarked as they rejoined the group, both a little flushed.

“As if you’ve kept your hands to yourself,” Remus teased, gesturing to the various smudges in Finn’s face paint.

He hesitated, then shrugged. “Good point.”

“I have them on occasion.” A burst of giggling caught both their attention and softness bloomed in Remus’ chest as Sirius tossed Harry a few inches into the air, making rocket ship noises. Next to him, Leo had set Logan down so he could lift Katie up and tickle her until she shrieked with joy.

“God, they’re cute,” Finn said around a mouthful of syrup-soaked ice. The look in his eyes was unmistakably fond, and Remus knew it was reflected on his own face.

“They are. The boyfriends aren’t bad, either.”

Finn snorted, then spluttered as he nearly spat out his popsicle, sending Remus into peals of laughter. “Stop it!” he complained, though the didn’t sound very upset at all. “I’m gonna get a brain freeze!”

“A brain freeze?” Sirius turned to Harry with exaggerated shock.

“Oh, no!” Harry gasped. Behind them, James stifled his smile in the side of Lily’s neck.

“It’s not lookin’ good, buddy,” Finn said with false gravity. “Popsicles are a dangerous food.”

Harry made grabby hands until Finn settled him on his hip, then took his face between two chubby hands and looked deep into his eyes. “Your lips are blue,” he proclaimed after a long moment.

“Are they?”

“Uh-huh. Tremzy’s got red lips, an’ Knutty’s got red lips, and Mama has pink lips, and Uncle Pads has purple lips.” Harry poked the side of his mouth. “You’ve gotta have purple lips, too.”

Finn raised his eyebrows at Remus over Harry’s shoulder. “Not a chance, Harzy.”

“We’re better kissers anyway,” Leo said with a grin as he sidled up and gave Finn a light peck. “Better, Pocket Pots?”

Harry stuck his tongue between his teeth in a comical imitation of Sirius’ concentration face; Remus shoulders shook as he held back his amusement. “Almonds.”

“What?”

“Almost,” Sirius corrected gently. “Not almonds. Close, though.”

“Tremzy!” Harry called. Logan looked up from Katie, who was quite happily upside down as he swung her like a clock pendulum. “You’ve gotta make Harzy’s lips purple!”

“Do I?” Logan glanced back down. “Can I set you down, ma princesse?”

“No!”

“Okay,” he laughed, hauling her over with careful steps. Finn leaned down to kiss him; over his shoulder, Leo and Harry made faces at each other.

“This is perfect,” Sirius murmured, resting his forehead against Remus’ (admittedly sweaty) hair. Remus closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the stress of wedding planning roll off his back. He could be surrounded by their family in a sea of color for just a little longer—they could be there together.

“I’m proud to be with you,” he said as Regulus clambered onto Leo’s back for ‘a better view’.

It was a cheesy sentiment, but they had never shied away from romcom moments before. He felt Sirius’ soft huff of breath on his temple. “Re…”

I’ll never get tired of the way you say my name. “That’s me.”

The sigh turned to quiet laughter and a kiss. “We are such a cliché.”

“But you love it.”

“Damn right I do.” His lips were sweet and a little sticky, still; Remus wanted to drown in the feeling. “I will always be proud to be with you.”

“Uncle Pads!”

“Yes?” Sirius lifted him out of Finn’s arms with a dramatic groan. “You’re growing up too fast!”

Harry squished his cheeks, then poked the tip of his nose. “Why don’t you wear rainbows?”

Sirius frowned slightly. “I’m wearing rainbows right now.”

“But you only wear them now.”

“You want me to wear rainbows every day?” He cast a look at Remus, who half-shrugged.

“You do look good.”

“Everybody should wear rainbows all the time,” Harry declared. Down the street, a series of party poppers went off, followed by loud cheering from another group.

“Excuse me?” a timid voice asked. Remus startled slightly and turned around; a small group of teenagers was huddled by the massive balloon arch. One young man held his phone up. “Could we—uh, could we get a picture with you guys?”

“Do you want me to take it for you?” Leo offered as Finn took Harry again.

The kid’s eyes went wide, and he nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, thanks!”

“Alright, on three!” Leo squinted in the sunshine as they gathered in a semicircle. “One, two, three, smile!”

“Could we get one with you, too?” one of the girls asked when he lowered the camera.

Sirius took the camera as they shuffled around and swapped positions, crowding close to the rainbow balloons while Harry played with Remus’ colorful suspenders. “Ready? Say cheese!”

“Cheese!” they chorused.

“I got a couple, just in case.” He handed the phone back to the first boy with a smile. “Are you guys having a good time?”

“Yeah, this is amazing,” he answered, a little breathless. “It’s—this is so cool. Thanks again.”

“Pas de problem.”

Remus glanced over just in time to see the girl bump her own rainbow bracelet with Leo’s; both of them were grinning broadly. “Have fun today, okay?” he said, giving the shortest of the group a high five. A jumble of goodbyes answered before they hurried back into the crowd, whispering among themselves while their pins flashed in the sun.

“They were cute,” Sirius said, watching them go with an indecipherable look. “Feels good to know it meant something, y’know?”

“It always does,” Remus agreed, snuggling against his side despite the heat. “I wish—”

Sirius looked down at him when he faltered; Harry yawned so wide his eyes closed. “What?”

“I wish we had this when we were kids.”

Regulus and Leo tumbled out of the rapidly-growing crowd, bickering over who got which part of the cotton candy, while Kasey stood as still as he could so Natalie could finish the small bi flag on his cheek. Sirius’ whole face lit up as he watched them. “It’s even better now.”

Remus watched the second wave of the parade build around them—people of every shape and size were decked out in a whole spectrum of colors, turning the street into a living rainbow in the afternoon sun. He tucked his hand into Sirius’ back pocket and laced their free hands together, listening to his heartbeat under his cheek. “This is the best thing we’ve ever done.”

“Coming to Pride?”

“No.” He held their hands up, and Sirius’ ring caught the light. “This.”

#my fic #fanfic #remus lupin #sirius black #coops #wolfstar #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #o'knutzy #cubs #harry potter #james potter #lily potter #kasey winter #natalie darcy #thomas walker #talker #pride #sweater weather #lumosinlove #regulus black

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Today. Tomorrow. Forever.

Warnings for Major Character (Un)Death. If you liked Brain Bleed you might like this :o) Takes place at the end of Halo 3 - beginning of Halo 4. Title from the poem that named the Forward Unto Dawn

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"Chief?! Can you hear me?" Panic fills her voice and she hates it but she just got back to him and she can’t bear to say goodbye. Not yet. Not so soon. "I thought I lost you, too."

"What happened?" The familiar gruff tone soothes something deep in her matrix, she’s home at last, even if it’s for a short time. She has him. They float around the darkened halls of the Forward Unto Dawn, the lights from his helmet catching on the gunmetal walls and floating debris. 

"I'm not sure... when Halo fired, it shook itself to pieces. Did a number on the Ark. The portal couldn't sustain itself; we made it through just as it collapsed. Well, some of us made it."  She grabs at what data she can, expands the suit’s sensors to the very edge of the ship, or what’s left of it. Plans filter through her mind like water over stones, cascading and flowing, like ice melting in spring. Ideas melting away as she calculates the probability and weighs their options. There’s nothing left, just them and half a ship, floating dead in space. There’s nothing they can do but wait. 

"But you did it. Truth and the Covenant... The Flood... It's finished." She tries to rally, but she had just said goodbye, just in case. It wasn’t fair. They had saved everyone, everything. And for what? To spend the rest of their short lives wasting away, never to be found? 

"It's finished." 

He’s so frustratingly calm, still focused on the mission. But she can read his vitals and see how tired he is in the way he carries himself to the cryopod. He’d been hit point blank by the monitor’s lazer and the suit had saved him but the damage had been done. He had several fractures that she could tell had started healing without medical attention. What had he gotten up to since she saw him last? Chief looked as rough as she felt.

"I'll drop a beacon. But it'll be a while before anyone finds us. Years, even." She prods as he settles into the pod and stows his rifle. He doesn’t react, and a spike of emotion goes through her. Why won’t he admit it, that this might be the end? His wounds aren’t going to make cryo any easier and she can feel her own end coming sooner than it should. The rush of forerunner and covenant data and the strain of using it, her time trapped with the gravemind, torture under the guise of riddles and games, and her truly unique service record weighing down her matrix and slowing her processes. Who knows how long it’ll take for someone to find them? If they even look? They’re both tools of war and the war has ended. Pawns going back into the box now that the game is over.   

"I'll miss you." She can’t sit here and watch him starve or run out of oxygen. The ship has enough residual power she can drop the beacon and freeze him before she…waits. His wounds won’t like it and his suit has seen better days, but even with what little she has to work with, she can update the firmware and tinker with tech. Something to do while she watches over him. 

"Wake me... when you need me." He rumbles lowly, another promise. The cryopod seals, becoming another casket. The ship is as silent as a tomb and she works and she waits. 

–

4 years, 2 months and 1 day later, the batteries storing the residual energy from their half of the ship begin to fail. The beacon barely takes any energy to maintain, but it’s range is only so far already and she could retreat into her chip almost indefinitely…and surely go rampant faster blind, deaf, and alone in her cramped prison cell of a housing unit. 

It is a wonder they even lasted this long. Cortana had already paced the remaining circuits and plotted a thousand different plans for a million different scenarios. She hated being this powerless, and now there was a new problem.

Space was cold, which was good if they completely lost power since it would keep Chief at a nice cozy 2.7 degrees Kelvin and he wouldn’t thaw. Good news and bad news, he wouldn’t thaw. With the batteries failing she wouldn’t be able to give him the kindness of a normal thaw.

She could save them both and create enough power to strengthen the beacon if she could get direct access to his suit’s fusion reactor. To do that he’d need to be awake for the overrides and to retrieve her from the holoterminal, not to mention the stress the whole idea would put on the power supply in his armor, if that fails he’ll have another, even smaller tomb to wake up in. 

Waking him up in his current state would also put an incredible amount of stress on his already injured body and might kill him. Spartan IIs were used to fast thaws, trained to withstand the adrenaline injections and 5 minute turnaround with minimal side effects. But she had had the time to run a complete bioscan and run diagnostics on the both of them. She wasn’t equipped to help Chief currently in a medical emergency, and it looked like anything other than them being rescued in the next 6 months before all power drained from the batteries would count as a medical emergency. 

She already thought she was trapped and now she felt like she was backed into a corner. It was always on her mind that they were going to die out here, but she had avoided thinking about the scenarios where she caused his death. 

Strands of her consciousness fought her as she struggled to see a way out. Rampancy had been setting in and she felt so far from herself. Her mind jumped and skipped and got stuck fixated on moments like an old archaic tape. She couldn’t recall simple things and her emotions came and went with little rhyme or reason. She was losing control of herself. And she was losing John.

Cryo wasn’t always the answer.

He’d gone through so much and the injuries he sustained before entering the pod had severely damaged his organs. Cryo did not heal, it only preserved, sustained. He was frozen in time as injured as he was years ago. 

Waking him up could kill him, could kill them both faster, but could she sit here and watch their chances drain away alongside the power? She’d exhausted all other options…except…

Could she do that to him? Exchange his life for time? She’d be no better than Halsey, sacrificing him for what? A few more days gasping for breath as they floated in the emptiness. Would he hate her? Could she do that to him, her partner, her teammate? Even if she could do the impossible and her plan worked, he would never be the same. He’d be on a timer just like her, except he’d be chained to her and she was already past her expiration date.  

His brain function had been so easy to map, as familiar as coming home. Shunting rampant data and making room for him was so simple. A straight path forward.

Could she do it?

Sacrifice him for the sake of the mission, if the mission was to survive? Could she watch him die? 

The batteries beep, power dropping to 60%. They’re running out of time. She preps the stimulant infusion and starts heating the emergency heating coils. 

His heart fails.

48 hours later. Power is at 75% and steady. The beacon is stronger. 

The Master Chief is dead. The Master Chief is online.

-

“Chief! Easy, you’ve been out for a while.” He’s more confused than usual. Cryo usually hurts more physically, and the cocktail of drugs and adrenaline usually has him more responsive and combat ready.

"Where are we?" He needs something. Information. He feels like he’s run back to back combat missions and nothing at all. There’s some disconnect and an empty feeling in his head. He’s used to working with next to no information, missions change, but something is off and it’s making him itch. 

"We're still adrift on the Dawn." Cortana says, and there’s something in her voice. 

"Why did you wake me?" He doesn’t mean to sound so gruff, but he needs to know, needs to understand why nothing feels right. Cryo isn’t like this. 

 "Hang on. Bringing your systems online now." He notices her dodging the question but doesn’t push. She feels different in the suit. He’s more aware of her, swears he can feel her sifting through data and pulling strands, like a spider at the center of a web."I rewrote your suit's firmware while you were out."

"You've been busy.” He leaves it at that. He’s awake now and needs to move, needs to do something about this itch.

“You could say that.” She seems sad.

John 117 crawls out of the cryotube, disoriented and numb. His muscles twitch at the prods of electricity he feels running through the suit.

“What’re you doing?” He asks her, looking at her on his HUD. When did she get into his suit? He left her in the holoterminal when he went into cryo. How…?

“Just making sure the muscle is moving. No freezer burn?” Her joke falls flat. “You’ve been in cryo for a long time Chief, injured no less. I…did the best I could but your wounds might make things feel a little different.”

“How long?”

“We’ve been out here for over 4 years.”

He plants his feet and holsters his rifle. He turns to leave the ruined cryobay when he’s stopped by a tug on the back of his suit. 

Turning he sees cords and wires connecting to the power supply of his armor. Flashes of hazy memory come back to him.  

She had to thaw him earlier…for the power and overrides. His chest burned then, but there’s nothing now. He tilts his head and stills. Cold, heat, pain, her frantic voice, and then cold again. And now nothing.

He looks at his gauntleted hand and closes it and opens it again. 

“Cortana…”

A boom rattles the ship, and he’s got his rifle in his hands before he blinks. That’s new.

“Seems like increasing the power of a UNSC distress beacon is attracting some unwanted attention. Ready to get back to work?”

“Just like old times.” The words fall flatter than their usual banter. There’s a conversation to be had, later. For now, there’s intrusions on the decks four levels above.

He doesn’t think about how he knows that, almost instinctively. The Master Chief is online, systems nominal. 

#John 117 #Cortana #Halo fanfic #my writing #ask to tag

[bruhstories]

Sticky, Saccharine & Sinful

Summary: Professor Jaeger asks his assistant to come over and grade some papers. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, protected sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), spanking, daddy kink, bossy Zeke, bratty Reader, tying up, bit of an age gap but no underage shit (we don’t do that here) Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: Huehuehue guess who finally wrote a daddy kink smut? Also I have looped Cherry Cola by Kuwada the entire time i wrote, proofread and formatted this bitch, I think it works with the atmosphere

"Y/N, I'm gonna need you to help me grade some papers later today." Professor Jaeger pushed his glasses with his index finger as he looked up from his book.

"You got it, boss!" You nodded as you entered the staff lounge room at Stohess Uni, two cups in your hands.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Zeke?" The man sighed. “Or at least call me professor.”

"But I'm your assistant, you're my superior, that makes you my boss, boss." Sarcasm dripping down your tongue as you placed his coffee down the table. "All black, two cubes of sugar."

"Thank you. And yes, technically I am your boss, but you're, what, six years younger than me?"

"Seven and a half." You pouted.

You've been working at Stohess University for a little over a year now as Zeke Jaeger's assistant. He was the best philosophy teacher, as well as head of the department, and you nailed your internship interview, aspiring to be like him one day. He even taught you Ethics during your masters, and currently you were doing your PhD research under his coordination. The man was a genius in his field, and you didn't dare disappoint him, but your personalities always clashed. He was calm and collected, you were bubbly and all over the place. He was nice and polite, you were sarcastic and rude. Zeke knew you'd make a horrible teacher for children, but undergraduate students would adore you.

"How can you drink hot coffee in this heat wave?" You asked him as you fanned someone's epistemology essay to cool yourself off.

"It's actually been proven that warm drinks hydrate better than cold ones during summertime." He inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee before taking the essay out of your hand.

"Whatever you say, boss." You shrugged and gulped on your iced tea, a few glistening amber drops dripping from the corners of your mouth, down your chin and your neck. "Ah, shit." You wiped the tea with the back of your hand, not catching Zeke watching you curiously. "Why did the AC have to break down today of all days?"

"Dunno." He shrugged and immersed himself back into his book. "Oh, I hope you don't mind coming to my place to grade the papers? I don't think you'll be able to focus in this heat. Besides, I want to take a look at your latest PhD chapter." Jaeger told you absentmindedly, eyes glued to the pages in front of him.

"Sure thing–"

"Don't say it."

"Boss."

"Jesus Christ..."

You adored pissing your ex-professor off, but deep down, Zeke couldn't deny the fact that he loved the authority he had over you. You were a very alluring woman, after all, and any sane man would kill to be as close to you as he was, let alone boss you around like he did. And he had the strong feeling you acted like a brat around him on purpose. You took your leave after downing the rest of your beverage, going to the library to borrow some books for your own research.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

You rang the intercom and waited for Zeke to let you inside the building, dragging your feet down the hallway, tired from carrying so much shit with you – laptop, books, essays, papers, pens and highlighters – you were a walking, talking stationery shop and one could only wonder how someone with such a petite frame was so strong. Zeke waited in the doorway and took some of your things, relieving the weight as you sighed.

"Coffee?" He guided you to his kitchen.

"Water, please." You plopped on a chair and unbuttoned the first three heart-shaped buttons of your lilac shirt, tiny beads of sweat bundled up at your collarbone.

"You sure? I'll be keeping you up all night." Jaeger laughed. He was obviously talking about the papers, but to you, the sentence had a different innuendo — not that you minded, you had your fair share of sinful fantasies with the older man. Come to think of it, you were wondering why he was single. Zeke was undoubtedly an attractive man, he could have any woman he wanted. Yet you’ve never seen him on a date, never seen a picture of a woman when you accidentally glanced at his phone, never heard him talk about a significant other.

"Hey, mind if I smoke?" You asked, noticing the ashtray on his table.

"Not at all, I'll join you." He sat opposite you, mug of coffee in his hand. You pulled out a pack of pink cigarettes from your backpack and placed one between your lips, pocketing your jeans for a lighter. His hand extended over the table, lighter in his hand, and you slightly bent your head forward, eyes glued to his. You inhaled the smoke, not breaking eye contact, and exhaled with a sigh. Something about Zeke lighting up your cigarette made your little cunt tingle.

"Thanks, boss." The corners of your lips turned into a barely visible smirk. You really, really liked to tick him off.

"Don't mention it." He told you before lighting his own cigarette. What, no comeback? No objection? "How's your paper going?"

"It's... going." You shrugged.

"You haven't written anything in your last chapter, have you?"

"No, I have," you half-whined, "it's just that I can't find my words. I think I encountered writer's block."

"'S alright, we'll figure something out." Zeke pulled a stack of papers from his briefcase and dropped it on the table.

"Wow, no shit you need help, that's a lot of papers." You twirled the cigarette between your fingers before taking one final puff and crushing it in the glass ashtray.

"Told you." He picked his resting cigarette back from the ashtray. "You can do the first years."

"I'd rather do something else." You whispered to yourself, eyes almost rolling at the back of your head.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, boss. First years, got it." Your manicured fingers pulled the stack of papers closer to you. The exams were already annotated according to subject and year and you took everything you needed before shoving them back to Zeke.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

You were bored out of your mind, fiddling with the red pen in your hand and tapping your fingers on the table with no particular rhythm. It was already dark outside and you barely finished a quarter of your stack while Zeke was halfway through his.

"Could you please stop that?" He asked you without even bothering to look at you.

"Why?"

"It's annoying."

With a groan you rolled your eyes and stopped tapping your fingers, instead opting to fidget your leg, bouncing it up and down under the table. The wooden furniture shook at the movement and Zeke sighed, putting the pen down.

"I understand you're bored, but if you want to be a professor, this is part of the job description."

"I know, I know, but, like, can we take a break? Please? We've been at it for two and a half hours now and I'm just so bored." You looked at him with puppy eyes and a pout on your plump lips.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want to do?"

"I dunno. Got any board games?"

"Only a pack of playing cards." Zeke shrugged.

"Perfect! Literally anything is better than this. I mean look at what this kid wrote: the ship of Theseus ARE a thought experiment. Can you believe it? How can a nineteen-year-old not know proper grammar?"

"Careful, Y/N," he chuckled, "you made a pretty embarrassing error during your masters, too."

"Nooo, don't bring that up!" You got up and walked to the freezer, scanning the contents.

"Why not? It's funny."

"Yeah, for you." You rolled your eyes. "But I still proved my worth." You triumphantly told him, tongue playfully poking out of your mouth from behind the freezer door. Ugh, you were so cute, made to be ravaged. Your eyes settled on the single raspberry popsicle and you picked it up, closing back the door. "Can I have this?" Oh, he knew exactly what you were doing.

"Of course."

With Zeke's approval, you unwrapped the plastic, revealing the rose-tinted dessert, swirling your tongue around its tip. You were a sight for sore eyes, (not so) innocently licking at the popsicle, your gaze on him and his growing bulge. He didn't even bother hiding it, instead relaxing in the chair and drinking you in. It was no mistake that Zeke invited you over, and you weren't stupid enough to believe it was a mistake.

"Do you... want some?" You trailed off as the once cold dessert began melting from your hot lips.

"If you'd be so kind." He patted his lap and you accepted the invitation. His bulge was comfortably uncomfortable against your ass, and you put the popsicle onto his lips, one arm draped around his shoulder. Zeke's tongue moved languidly around the sweet snack and you leaned in, your own tongue licking both the dessert and his lips. It was sticky and saccharine and sinful, and your poor pussy couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you wanna fuck me, daddy?" You naively asked him. He wasn't surprised in the slightest by the name, already suspecting you had daddy issues, in fact counting on it.

"I very much do." His hands were already roaming your body. The popsicle was almost gone, and you deepthroated the last bit, taking the little stick out of your mouth with a pop. Finally, he crushed his lips onto yours and you could tell he had experience. You dropped the stick on the tiled floor, twisting your body to better straddle him. Zeke unbuttoned your shirt as you slowly began grinding your hips against his bulge, earning a groan from him. "Ugh, you bad girl." He threw his head back as you loosened the tie around his neck.

"Are you going to punish me?" You slowly, too slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"What’s the point of a punishment if you’re going to enjoy it?" He mused, unclasping your bra. You had goosebumps all over your skin and Zeke took one of your nipples in his hot mouth, a hand pinching your other one. You whimpered at the slight stinging sensation

"Does it m-matter if I enjoy it?" His touch became rougher, almost animalistic.

"Of course," he stopped sucking your swollen, oversensitive nipple, "otherwise you won't learn your lesson." You got up and turned around, your back against him, taking your jeans and underwear off, bending down and exposing your cunt to him. "You're going to be the death of me, Y/N." Zeke shook his head, removing his own trousers.

"Allow me." You tucked your fingers behind the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as you kneeled in front of him. His throbbing cock tapped your face after finally being unleashed from its textile cage.

"I suspected you were big, but this? This is too good." You sneered at his member, mesmerised by its size.

"Just shut up and suck it." Zeke pretty much commanded you and you wet your lips, pressing your tongue against the velvety tip. You worked your way around his shaft, enjoying this more than you should've. You pulled back, a string of saliva and precum attached to your lips as you looked up at him.

"Am I doing good, daddy?"

"So good." He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your head back. You eagerly sucked and slurped until he got bored of your mouth around his cock. Zeke pulled you up, spun you around and bent you over the table. He brought your wrists together and tied them up behind your back with his tie before taking a step back and admiring the view. Ass up, face down, just like he loved it. His foot pushed yours to the side, spreading your legs for him before he gave you a good slap over your ass cheeks. You shot up with a moan but his hand forced you back down against the table.

"I think I know exactly how to punish you." Zeke announced, two fingers spreading your folds as his tongue dove inside of you, lapping at your wet cunt.

"Oh, God!" You groaned in pleasure. No man has ever eaten you out like he did. Most guys did it as a chore. Zeke? He was enjoying every single bit of it, passionately fingering you, his tongue moving in ways you didn't think were possible. "Ah, fuck– so good! Daddy, please! I'm coming!"

The way he venomously laughed told you that no, you were not going to come any time soon. Just as you were about to let loose, Zeke stopped, removing his fingers, another slap on your ass. Tears pooled at your Y/E/C eyes, frustration written all over your face. "No, no, no!"

"I told you, Y/N, you're a bad, bad girl." He bent over and whispered in your ear, his cock pressing against your entrance, his hand in your hair.

"Oh, pleaseee, I need to come! Will you let me come?"

"Hm, it depends." Jaeger straightened his back, hands resting on your hips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, yes, daddy, I did! I promise I'll be good!" You tried to turn around to look at him, oblivious to what he was doing behind your back, cheeks crimson, droplets of sweat on your forehead.

"Convincing enough." He shrugged and you heard the condom snap against his cock.  Unexpectedly and without any warning, the man thrusted into your wet cunt and you, again, shot up, but he pinned you back. "Stay fucking put, you little whore." Zeke demanded and you tried, you really tried, but your body had a mind of its own. "I see you refuse to learn."

"No, no, please!" You slammed your face onto the table, squishing your cheek in the process, desperate and helpless.

"That's better." He concluded, sarcasm dripping down his tongue as he rammed his cock deeper into you. The silken walls clenched around his hard member, and he grunted, no other woman pleasing him like your tight pussy did. "You like it when I take you from behind, you filthy slut?"

"Yes– oh my God, YES!" You bucked your hips against his for more pressure and pain.

"What would my students think if they saw you getting fucked like this on their papers?"

"Ah– I don't c-care!"

"What would the headmaster say if she knew you fuck your superior and- ugh- coordinator?" Jaeger thrusted harder and faster.

"Please, Zeke-"

His hand found its way to your neck, tightly squeezing it.

"Wrong name, Y/N."

"Shit, daddy!"

"That's right, I'm your fucking daddy and hell will freeze before someone else fucking touches you!"

"Fuc-k, fuuuck!" You both howled and panted as you climaxed, your entire bodies quivering. Zeke pulled out of you, carefully removing the rubber from his cock and giving you another slap on your perky ass cheeks. You stood up, arms still tied around your back, turned on your heels and pecked him on his cheek, giggling like a schoolgirl, marvelled by the fact that he chose you over anyone else.

"You know what, Y/N? Now that I've found you, I'm never going to let you go." He promised.

"I'm all yours, boss."

#zeke jaeger #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke x reader #zeke smut #aot #aot smut #aot x reader #aot fanfic #snk #snk smut #snk x reader #snk fanfic #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #zekeythefreaky

[starsinmylatte]

Tease (2/2)

Our beloved reader was fed up with the lack of attention from a certain Grand Admiral. To force his hand, she decided to send some pictures to tempt him while he was away, but things didn't quite go as they were planned. Now, we see the aftermath of those events.

Tease (1/2) link here in case you haven't read it!!

Pairing: Grand Admiral Thrawn x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only) Minors DNI

Tags/warnings (for part 1): lingerie, m@sturbation, dom/sub relationship, y'all this is filth, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex (please practice safe sex irl), authority kink

Word count: 4k (I got a little... ok, a lot... carried away)

bat in’a- beautiful one

ch'eo ch'itiseb- my sweet

ch’eo vir- my dear

cseo cssah bat- so very beautiful

cseo ch’itrico- so hungry

cseo tsaco- so tight

You had known that you were in trouble, but you realized the true extent of how completely and utterly kriffed you were on the morning Thrawn returned to the Chimaera.

Clue number one: he didn’t spare you as much as a single glance when he entered the bridge. Usually, Thrawn would make a point to have at least one small moment of inconspicuous eye contact as a greeting, but not today. Today he didn’t spare so much as a glance in your general direction.

The second clue was far more direct; a simple note sent through the encrypted channel.

Wear it tonight.

Some small part of you hoped the video would finally push the calm, distinguished Grand Admiral over the edge. He was always a generous lover, that being somewhat of a massive understatement, but you could tell he was holding something back. During your most intimate moments, you could see it. Something sharp, dark, and glittering rose to the surface, and Thrawn pushed it away every time.

What would Thrawn be like if he fully let go? That thought sent delicious shivers down your spine, and his final audio message played on repeat in your head.

“Ch’eo ch’itiseb, you know you really shouldn’t tease me like this.”

Thrawn’s voice was normally a seductive purr, but that audio message…. It embodied the dark edge of him you had been longing to experience.

You felt your core clench as you desperately tried to re-focus on the screen in front of you, but an all-too-familiar presence suddenly appeared behind you. All of your racing thoughts screeched to a halt as that same smooth voice you were fantasizing about was now whispering in your ear. “Bat in’a….”

Thrawn’s warm breath was caressing your neck, raising goosebumps, and sending a chill down your spine. Your breath hitched almost imperceptively as he continued, “I see your gift fit you well; it certainly does seem like you enjoyed it.”

Your lover’s reflection was showcased on the darkened computer screen you were so intently studying. His eyes were half-lidded and blazing with barely contained desire. The knowledge that all the bridge officers were obliviously going about their duties while the most powerful man on the ship was leaned over and whispering sinful things in your ear was almost too much to handle. You had no choice but to blush and avert your gaze so you could keep some shreds of your dignity intact.

“Y… Yes, Grand Admiral. I did.” You may have been flustered, but you were feeling coy enough to tease him slightly. A “yes, sir” would have been sufficient, but you knew full well what Thrawn felt when you called him by his full title.

As if on cue, a growl so quiet and low you barely heard it emanated from the man behind you. Thrawn’s usual soft tone sharpened; the mysterious darkness resurfaced, and his perfect Imperial presentation cracked in half. The accent he worked so hard to conceal, the same one you loved to tease out of him, now marred his words. “Careful, Commander, if you want to be able to walk tomorrow, I suggest you close that pretty little mouth.”

Your mouth shut so fast on reflex that your teeth clacked together. His tone was utterly predatory; Thrawn, usually so prim and composed, sounded like he was moments away from ordering everyone off the bridge so he could fuck you now. But, stars, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t fantasizing about it now.

Your naked body flushed with desire, pressed up against the icy cold transparisteel of the viewport, and presented to the galaxy by your lover. Thrawn commanding your body as masterfully as he does his flagship, pushing you right up to the edge of completion before withdrawing, edging you over and over again until you can barely stand on your own. His muscular body pinning you in place against the wall, hell-bent on making you rely only on him for support, as he fucks you mercilessly from behind. Thrawn’s thick, ridged cock splitting you open and hitting spots so deep you see new stars appear in the galaxy with every thrust. The curved transparisteel to your side showing a perfect reflection of your bodies intertwining as Thrawn pulls your head aside to kiss and nip at your neck……..

Your blush turned at least three shades deeper as you shoved the thoughts aside. Thank the stars that most of the officers were gathered around a terminal on the other side of the bridge, or they would undoubtedly know exactly what was occurring between the Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy and his Commander.

Like flipping a switch, Thrawn’s cool, Imperial tone resurfaced in an instant. “Apologies, ch’eo ch’itiseb, I have distracted you from your duties for too long.

Wordlessly, you watched him straighten, pick an invisible speck of lint off his already pristine jacket, and resume his usual impassive expression. The blue bastard had the nerve to walk away and leave you flustered in the middle of the command bridge as if nothing had even happened. As he walked away, you saw the barest hint of a smirk ghost across his face. He wasn’t sorry at all.

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The rest of the day crawled by. Thrawn obviously had some plan for the evening, but not knowing the details meant the suspense was absolutely eating you alive. You managed to slog through the rest of your day without any major inconveniences, but as soon as it ended, you nearly ran to your quarters to prepare.

After showering and letting your hair dry, you turned your attention to what you would wear. Of course, Thrawn’s request that you wear the lacy, red set was a given, but you couldn’t exactly walk down the hallways of the Chimaera in that. You decided that it would be best for your trip to Thrawn’s office to seem like it was purely one of the extra duties you were finishing. You put on one of your looser fitting uniforms, hoping to hide the lines of the lingerie, and tied your hair back into its usual bun before leaving.

When you finally arrived at Thrawn’s office, the door slid open with a cool hiss of hydraulics as soon as you reached for your comm. You laughed softly to yourself. Well, he was definitely anticipating my arrival.

As you stepped through the door, you saw Thrawn’s back as he leaned over his desk. He seemed to be watching something quite intently, and as you kept walking forward, you began to hear hints of quiet audio. Before you reached his side, Thrawn paused what he was watching and turned his head to acknowledge you. A dangerous smile played across his lips, “Commander, I was hoping you’d be here soon. You are just in time for my favorite part.”

You raised an eyebrow and shot him a questioning glance, “What… what do you mean?”

His smile widened enough to show off his pointed teeth, “I do believe you should know exactly what I’m referring to because you played a starring role in it, ch'eo ch'itiseb.”

At that moment, you felt your soul leave your body. Kriffing sith hells, he saved it.

You didn’t think it was possible for his smug smile to get any bigger, but it did. “Oh, bat in’a, of course, I would save something so… artfully done.”

Thrawn stepped aside, and you were greeted by a projection of your video displayed between the other holos of priceless artwork on his desk. It was stopped at a very particular moment; you reclined on his bed with your legs spread open. One hand rested on your thigh, and the other was settled on your chest.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, Thrawn hit a button, and the video continued to play. Breathlessly, you watched as your head lolled to the side, and Thrawn’s name left your lips in a broken moan. One of your hands pushed the lace aside to slip two fingers deep inside your cunt, and the other rolled a peaked nipple between your fingers.

A pang of lust immediately overcame any embarrassment you felt in the moment as you realized exactly what Thrawn must’ve felt when watching the video. Even though you had intended for the circumstance to be slightly different, it must’ve absolutely killed him to be away from you for that night and the several days following it.

Before you could react, Thrawn had closed the remaining distance and pinned your back against the wall. He leaned in to lavish his attention on the shell of your ear and whispered, “Naughty little thing….. teasing a Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy like that. I could’ve canceled the trip to come back and fuck you, but then I would have been giving in. You obviously need to learn a lesson in patience.”

One of his powerful hands pulled your wrists above your head and roughly pinned them to the wall. A gasp fell from your open lips and your legs involuntarily clenched together as your cunt throbbed with desire. Watching the video had already lit a familiar fire in you, but now you could feel your arousal beginning to soak the thin, lacy material of your panties. Thrawn’s already wicked smile turned feral, and he forced his thigh between your legs. He grabbed your jaw and tilted your face up to look at him.

“Ch'eo ch'itiseb,” he cooed, “you don’t get any relief quite yet. You were so eager to tease me with that video, but now it’s my turn. Tonight, I get to take my time with you.”

As if to prove his point, Thrawn flexed and shifted his muscular thigh, so a hard ridge of muscle lined up perfectly with your clit. “It’s what you deserve, after all, for trying to tease me. You looked drunk with your own imagined power, writhing in my bed and begging for me…..”

All you could do was whimper at his sinful words as he tilted your face to the side again. You let out a low groan as Thrawn pulled the collar of your uniform aside and lavished all of his attention at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, taking turns sucking and kissing until he had left a noticeable mark. He hummed in approval at his work before trailing a line of kisses up the column of your neck, only to immediately double back and follow the line with his tongue.

Thrawn was the definition of commanding as he gazed down on you, already keening from his touch. He clicked his tongue in a mockingly disapproving manner as he moved his hand to trace the outline of the hickey. “Such a needy little whore for me. Maybe I should mark you up, so everyone knows you’re taken.”

He trailed a long, graceful finger up the side of your neck as if deciding exactly where to claim you next before stopping at the tender pulse point below your jaw. “I think here, to start.”

Another breathless whimper left your mouth as you tried to grind against his thigh, searching desperately for any purchase you could find, but Thrawn just pushed you harder into the wall, leaving you unable to move at all. “A visible mark on a pretty thing like you will have the whole ship wondering who owns this precious cunt.”

Thrawn paused to capture your lips in an all-consuming kiss that further ignited the flame burning deep in your core. By now, your panties were completely soaked through; arousal was beginning to trail down your leg, and your lover hadn’t even taken your clothes off yet.

The barest hint of the friction you were desperate for and his sinful words made you melt further into his embrace as you made another futile attempt to grind against his thigh. “P-Please… Thrawn... I need you to touch me. Take my clothes off. Anything.”

His silken voice was infuriatingly smooth, and it was apparent Thrawn was enjoying his revenge. “Well, bat in’a, you begged so sweetly for me, and now here I am. You’re going to get everything you asked for, but I decide how much you get and when to give it. Maybe my little dove will know better than to tease me after her own lesson in patience is completed.”

Thrawn swiftly stepped backward, and your knees crumpled at the sudden lack of support. He reached out and gracefully caught you; one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt the other behind your knees. Before you even fully realized it, your lover had quite literally swept you off your feet and was carrying you towards his private quarters. Thrawn’s burning eyes met your lust-addled gaze, and his smug smile returned, “Already weak at the knees for me, ch’eo vir?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but at that moment, your back hit the silken black sheets of his bed. If the unexpected fall hadn’t taken your breath away, the sight of Thrawn’s powerful form leaning over you absolutely would’ve. Even fully clothed, you could see the hard lines of his muscles shift and move beneath his uniform. His arousal was becoming more apparent by the second as his thick cock strained against the fabric of his pants. You wanted to feel its heavy weight in your mouth so badly you had to bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan.

Thrawn curled his long fingers beneath your chin and traced his thumb over your plush lips, “Open your pretty little mouth for me; I want to hear every single sweet sound you make tonight.”

When you complied, he slipped the calloused digit inside to rest on top of your tongue. You met his gaze again as you licked up the underside of his thumb before briefly closing your mouth to suck on it.

Thrawn let out a groan that trailed off into a low growl. Removing his thumb, he leaned down for another kiss. The first brush of his lips was almost reverent in its gentleness, but that soon gave way to searing passion. Thrawn’s hunger for you seemed to grow as his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, seeking permission to deepen your embrace. You yielded to him completely, hands reaching to cup Thrawn’s face as his soft, breathy moans mixed with your own until he pulled away.

“Thrawn…..” you protested at the sudden loss of contact.

“You would do well to remember that tonight is about you learning patience,” he admonished as his fingers sought the closure of your uniform. “For now, I wish to see you.”

The air in his bedroom seemed to fill with electricity as he slowly undid your uniform jacket. Every so often, his fingers would barely graze your skin as they worked away at the fastenings, raising goosebumps and sending a thrill down your spine at the anticipation of each touch.

As soon as the last clasp fell open, Thrawn leaned back to admire you. “Look at you….” his tone of voice was reverent as he trailed his fingers across your décolletage, “cseo cssah bat.”

You arched into his touch, encouraging him to remove the rest of your uniform. Thrawn tossed the clothing unceremoniously to the side and pulled the pins from your hair, letting it fall and frame your face. One of his hands reached down to tangle itself in your hair. “You look just like you did in the video,” he cooed, “tell me, are you as hungry for my touch now?”

“Yesyes, please, Thrawn. Please touch me,” you pleaded.

His red eyes blazed at the desire in your voice, “remove my clothes, then.”

You eagerly started to unfasten his white uniform shirt, drawing a short chuckle from the normally reserved Chiss. “Cseo ch’itrico...”

Each exposed inch of Thrawn’s beautiful skin spurred the movement of your hands until his jacket lay open and his muscular chest was on full display. Now, it was finally your turn to touch him. Your fingers trailed hungrily down the center of his chest over hard lines of muscle and old scars to hook into the waistband of his pants. Finally, he shrugged the jacket off and threw it to the side to join the growing pile of clothes.

In one fluid motion, Thrawn pulled you up and into his lap. Being this close to him was absolutely intoxicating; the chill of his quarters combined with the warmth of his body and his deep, masculine scent was enough to send your head reeling. His hands continued their previous mission, trailing over your body, studying you as he would any of the priceless art pieces he was so fond of. They paid special attention to your breasts, rubbing your peaked nipples through the fabric. You couldn’t help but whimper at the delicious sensation, “mmmmhThrawn…..”

“Does that feel good?” he murmured into your ear before rolling his hips upwards, driving his erection against your core. You cried out in pleasure as he leaned forward to press a searing kiss on the soft swell of your breast. Your hands sought purchase in his hair as he bit the tender spot before soothing the sting with his tongue, leaving yet another mark on you.

Thrawn’s hand trailed down to drag two fingers over your clothed cunt, growling in approval as he discovered the thin garment was already completely soaked. He moved the strip of lace aside and repeated the movement before circling your clit, drawing more desperate cries from you. All the teasing combined with the anticipation from earlier already had you nearing your first orgasm. Then, without warning, Thrawn thrust two fingers deep inside, and you shattered with his name on your lips.

He let out his own moan at the sensation of your cunt milking his fingers as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Needy little thing, how many times are you going to cum for me tonight?”

Thrawn held his fingers up for you to see. Stars, your arousal was dripping down them. “Commander, you made a mess. It’s only proper you should clean up after yourself.” The mock-disapproval was back in his voice as he pressed them to your lips.

Your cheeks flushed at his words as you took the fingers into your mouth and sucked them clean. Thrawn leaned in for another kiss, “Don’t worry, I’ll have my own taste soon enough.”

He laid you back down and moved to kneel at the base of the bed, pulling your hips to the edge. You slid easily through the silken sheets, grasping them for stability as you felt Thrawn’s hot breath on the inside of your thigh. Once again, he languidly pressed open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin before sucking deep bruises into the tender flesh, murmuring quiet praises in Cheunh between each one. The kisses trailed higher and higher until his mouth was pressed intently against your soaked core.

He gently sucked at your clit before sliding his tongue in to taste you. Your grip on the sheets tightened as he devoured you like a starving man, drinking you in and bring you closer and closer to ruin as he held your hips in an iron grip. You ground against his mouth, desperately chasing your second orgasm as he returned to sucking your clit. He let out a low growl of approval at your desperation, and the vibrating sensation on his lips pushed you screaming over the edge.

Again, Thrawn fucked you through your orgasm before raising his face to look you in the eyes. The calm, composed Grand Admiral was long gone. Pieces of his dark hair had fallen into his face, which shined with your arousal. His red eyes were half-lidded but smoldering with unrestrained lust. “You’ll give me another,” he demanded, returning his attention to your cunt.

For the second time that night, he pushed two fingers deep inside, seeking the spongy spot that would turn you into even more of an incoherent mess. You whined at the feeling of overstimulation, but you were just as hungry for him as he was for you. Thrawn moved back up to ravish your neck with more kisses while he slipped a third finger inside. The wet sounds they made would have been deeply embarrassing to you under any other circumstance, but the noises only encouraged your lover. “Tell me, ch’eo ch’itiseb, were you this wet when it was your own fingers inside of you?”

He gave a particularly rough thrust and grinned wickedly, “I don’t recall your cunt being this musical in the video.”

You were in such a blissful, fucked-out state that it was nearly impossible to form any words, but somehow you managed to speak, “Thrawnnnnn…. pleasepleaseplease…... need you inside me now.”

It was altogether too much. You came hard, soaking the sheets underneath you and drawing a pleased growl from Thrawn.

This time, he withdrew his fingers immediately, leaving your cunt spasming in his absence. Again, you protested weakly, but the sight of him finally removing his pants immediately stopped your complaints. It was a sight you’d never tire of, one you could appreciate even when you were this far gone. Thrawn was breathtaking; his lithe, muscular body had been sculpted from a lifetime of training and discipline. His cock was equally beautiful, large and thick, with pronounced ridges running along the side. He looked like a figure from one of his paintings as he walked towards you, a god of war hell-bent on making you his greatest conquest.

All need for words was long gone as he returned to the bed. Thrawn was as desperate as you; he ripped through the thin, lacy material in his way and trailed his cock along your slit, coating it with your combined arousal. He entered you in one swift movement, and the word fell away. You felt the delicious stretch of him, teasing the line between pleasure and pain as he began to fuck you at a relentless pace. With each snap of hips, yours rose to match the pace, and you saw stars. Thrawn tangled his hands in your hair and pulled you into an all-consuming kiss. He greedily captured each moan, every sigh that fell from your lips. Your fourth orgasm was quickly on the way, and you could tell that your lover wasn’t far behind.

All of the earlier teasings seemed to have affected him as much as they affected you. Thrawn pulled your hips upwards, and the new angle sent him deeper and deeper with each thrust. You felt this tip of his cock hit so incredibly far inside that it sent you reeling as the sound of your lovemaking filled the room. The lingering pleasures from all your previous orgasms were piling on top of each other, driving you closer and closer to a final climax that you were sure would leave you unable to walk tomorrow. Thrawn locked his gaze with yours, watching tears of pleasure run down your face. “So… close….. I can feel you, cseo tsaco -so tight- around me. Cum for me once more,” he commanded with the barest hint of desperation in his voice.

That was all the encouragement you needed before the most intense orgasm of your entire life swept over you. You bit down hard on the juncture of Thrawn’s neck and shoulder to keep from screaming his name loudly enough to tell the entire crew of the Chimaera exactly what was happening. He exhaled sharply as he continued to ride out your orgasm, but the feeling of your cunt greedily clenching around his cock was too much. Thrawn came with a groan, coating your walls with his seed as his pace slowed to a halt.

Your spent bodies fell on the bed together in the afterglow. Thrawn remained inside of you, and you enjoyed the closeness as you felt him soften. He pulled you into a tight embrace, placing a tender kiss on your temple as he softly smiled. “I missed you too, bat in’a.”

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