#'your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea' well you know....

[milkywaydrabbles]

I am so glad you have anons turned on... ahem. You don't have to do this if you don't want to, though!

Kinktober 29 + Alucard! (Castlevania)

A/N: I don't know what you did to me but I've been possessed once again for this ask holy shit. Tentacle anon lemme kiss u on the mouth ;; hope you enjoy MWUAH (also a firm believer he'll always be a lover boy no matter what) AU TIME

Tentacles x Alucard

“Adrian! I can’t believe you’re the little thief!” You gasped, scandalized that your sea-friend would be the one who’s been stealing all the balls that kept magically ‘floating away’ in the ocean. He shrugged with a sly grin, his tentacles sprawled around him keeping him afloat. You’d met the mystical half sea creature months ago by this point, you’d been paddling out to sea for fun, realizing that you’d gotten entirely too far from shore. Before you were able to panic, you saw the tiniest little cove a bit farther out, deciding to rest inside of it before making a plan to go back to shore, back home. Instead what you got was the scare of your life, a tentacle gripping at your ankle and with a shriek you fell back into the side. The playful little fiend crept out with wide eyes, not expecting to ever have a human here in his home. You mirrored the look, thinking you’d finally gone insane seeing something with the top half of a man and bottom half of an...octopus? Lots of screaming, and explaining later, your fears were quelled, and after hours of talking, you felt you made a friend.

And you did! Visiting him as often as you could out here, bringing him food that you’ve made from your home, and him giving you small trinkets he’s found lost at sea. (Most recently he’d given you a pearl necklace he said he made himself. You would have seen the scarlet bloom across his neck and chest, should you not turn away trying to calm your own beating heart.) You learned he’s the rumored ‘Alucard’, the sea monster that eats the sailors off at sea. (‘Why the fuck would I do that?” he reasoned) You also learned there’s more of his kind, he has friends he sees every so often, even has loving parents deeper in the ocean bed. But he likes to spend alone time here, closer to humans. He likes listening to the different sounds above the water. Sometimes you’d even see him out in the ocean, closer to the shores if there wasn’t anyone around. You started going to the shores late in the night, if only to see him twice a day. (You think he stays coming back to the cove because of you, but neither of you will speak it out loud.)

“I’m not stealing them. They really do get lost out here! What am I supposed to do, bring them back? Someone’s going to see me.” He couldn’t help but grin like the cheshire cat, using a tentacle to grab at one of the ‘lost’ beach balls, bouncing it over to you and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. “You’re terrible” Of course you’d never want him to actually go back and give them back--someone finding out about his existence could have very well been the end of his life, him trusting you enough to let you go was a huge feat for the merman. “I actually have something else for you.” 

“Ooh, another beach ball?”

“Quiet you, come here.”

You huffed, crawling over to where he lounged and sitting in front of him, waiting. For the first time since the pearl necklace, you saw Alucard looking nervous. You gave him time, raising a brow and cocking your head urging him to continue. From behind his back, he pulled out a clamshell, “I promise the clam wasn’t alive when I found it.” He mumbled, pushing it towards you. You blinked, confused. This wasn’t the first shell he’s given you, but it was quite...lackluster, in comparison to the rest he’d given you. Plus, he looked entirely too nervous for a shell! “Thank you, Alucard.” You teased, laughing when you heard him groan. “Hush, ridiculous fucking name...the shell isn’t your gift.” He paused. “Open it.” the top flipped up and you nearly dropped it out of pure shock. What lay inside was the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen. A beautiful moss agate stone set in the middle, smaller pieces of diamonds dotted around the band. It was an intricate piece, one that you’d be devastated to lose if you were the original owner of this ring. “Adrian, I...what...oh my god” You couldn’t even form sentences, in too much shock a ring like this existed floating in the ocean. You looked at him, mouth agape. “How did you find this? Where did you find this? It’s in perfect condition!” you were scared to even touch the thing.

He stayed quiet for a moment, shuffling over to you. “I didn’t find it.” He admitted. “I ah...I had it made.” 

....

What?

“You said your favorite color was green. And you love the forest. So I thought this made the most sense for you. I know you’d rather live in the woods, but the ocean is beautiful too. I think you’d really like it here.” His voice was barely above a whisper, shaky hand bringing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Adrian, I don’t understand...”

You did. You just couldn’t believe it until he said it out loud. It all felt like a dream.

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched.

“And I would like to marry you. And have you move with me, into the ocean. With the rest of my kind.”

Your head was spinning, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Adrian panicked, hands frantically wiping away at your tears, unknowing that they were happy tears. “Please, please don’t cry. We don’t have to talk about this now, or at all, if you’re not comfortable it’s okay--” You cut him off with a kiss, your first shared kiss, hands smoothing his beautiful blonde locks. “Adrian, I love you.” Your admission knocked the wind out his lungs, head reeling that someone like him could have someone like you fall in love with him. “But how can this work? I mean, really, I’m not like you, I don’t...” He hushed you, placing another chaste kiss on your lips. “There’s more about my world that you don’t know, but I promise we can get you there. It’ll be our world soon, angel” 

You had no idea what he meant, or how it’d work, but in the meantime, you carefully took the ring out of the shell and gingerly placed it on your ring finger on your left hand. Your vision tunneled on the ring, holding your hand up to see it glimmering in the sunlight that shone through the cove. “It’s gorgeous, Adrian...” You could cry right now, and almost started to too if you didn’t try as hard as you were from keeping it together. “Be with me, please..” He connected his lips to you again, tentacles wrapping themselves around your middle as your hands carded through his hair. Adrian bit at your lower lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you permitted and deepening the kiss. What was once slow and sweet became a flurry of moans, tongue and teeth, anticipation and lust. He kissed and nipped at your jawline, your throat, your shoulders. “Will you let me touch you?” Adrian whispered, hands hovering over your body. You nodded, lifting your bathing top  off your body and pushing his hands onto your chest. His breathing stuttered, kneading and pinching at your body. “So beautiful, angel.” He murmured, dipping a tentacle at the hem of your bottoms, another joining by the edge of your pussy. You gasped, feeling yourself clench around nothing.  

You’d never thought yourself to be prude you just...never thought about being fucked by tentacles. Or a merman. But, fuck, if you weren’t turned on thinking about Adrian doing what he wanted with you before whisking you away to the deepest parts of the ocean. You pressed yourself closer to him, letting the tentacles pull away your bottoms. A hand came down to tease at your entrance, feeling the slick dripping on his fingers. “So wet..all for me?” He cooed, smiling when he felt you nodding against the crook of his neck. He wouldn’t tease you much, not this time--feeling much too impatient. His fingers slid into your pretty cunt with ease, so turned on you could have been ready for him right then and there. “Fuck, look at you.” He murmured, scissoring his fingers inside of you. He knows this wouldn’t be your first sexual encounter. He’s (unfortunately) heard of previous partners of your life, but none of them had the physiology that he had, he needed to prep you. “Darling, I need you to trust me, okay?” You furrowed your brows, humping at his fingers barely able to pay attention to what he was saying. “‘Kay, anything Adrian.” you murmured, before feeling the fingers replaced with something else. Something long, a bit slimy, definitely thicker. You cried out, hearing you gush and squelch around the intrusion. “Adrian!” You gasped, looking down at the juncture of your hips and seeing his tentacle pumping deep into your sloppy pussy. 

You couldn’t believe how hot and bothered you were, seeing him fucking you with the intrusive appendage. Your hips rolled towards him, the tentacle slowly pumping in and out of you. It poked and prodded at your walls, the suctions ribbing at your hole and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your mouth fell open with a moan, head leaning back. “Gotta loosen you up like this, sweetheart, gotta get you ready..” You heard the merman speak, but the ringing in your ear didn’t help. His lips wrapped around a nipple, hand playing with the other. Simultaneously more of his tentacles wrapped themselves around your legs and arms, rubbing and squeezing at your appendages as the one still in your pussy pushed further in, kissing what felt like the entrance to your womb. You shrieked, clenching down hard on the tentacle with the immense amount of pleasure and  hint of pain you were feeling. “Fuckfuckfuck, Adrian,” You mumbled, hands holding onto his shoulders, “feels good in my pussy, a-aah fuck!” You cried, humping at the appendage. He kept his mouth busy with your chest, a tentacle letting go on an arm to kiss your clit with the small suction on the tip, rubbing at the nub and leaving it slimy. He’d suction to it and let go, imitating sucking on the quickly swelling bundle of nerves. “Want you like this forever, darling girl” he mused,  laving a tongue over your skin and leaving bites and love marks around your tits. His hands gripped at your hips, lips pressing against yours with a new fire lit. The tentacles working on your cunt were driving you to your climax, tentacle wrapped around your thigh pushing your leg farther apart. Alucard looked down at his added appendage fucking into you, and how juicy and wet you were. It was intoxicating, and he realized quickly he could have you like this more than he’d like to admit.

“Wanna feel you on me, darling.” He cooed, pushing the tentacle deeper in you and curling, acting almost like a large tongue licking inside your sloppy little cunt, smile curling on his face when he heard the squeal he was looking for, feeling you gush around him. The suction cups held the stickiness of your pussy, Alucard swiping at a few to taste your cum on his tongue. He moaned lowly, nearly angry at himself for not having your first orgasm be on his tongue. But there’d be so many after this time anyways, he didn’t have to worry, you’d be his forever. “Would you like a taste?” You nodded dumbly, limbs feeling like jello. You thought he’d kiss you, instead you had his tentacle shoved into you mouth, squirming around to taste your own mess in your mouth. Another immediate, albeit small shockwave hit your pussy, dripping down your legs with how turned on having his appendage in your mouth made you feel. Adrian swiped at your pussy, sucking up and licking as much of your cum as you’d give him, “Can’t believe you came again just by that.” Big words honestly for someone that was about ready to cum untouched with how hot you were. Most of his cock fit inside his body, length too long for his kind to have it floating out. He kept the first tentacle in your mouth, loving the way you sucked on it and didn’t let go. “Relax for me, darling girl.” He whispered, feeding his huge cock into your tight wet hole. You squealed around him, the head of his cock so big it already felt like you were being split apart. But it felt so fucking good having him filling you up like this, pushing and pushing at your walls until you were filled to the brim with his engorged cock. You mumbled around him, swiveling and bucking your hips on him, squirming. “Let’s keep you still so I don’t hurt you,” More of his tentacles held your limbs enough for you to not be able to move freely, one still suckling and teasing at your clit with another dipping in teasingly next to his cock, almost as if taunting you--as if you could ever have two of these things inside you at the same time.

Your eyes rolled back, cheeks bulging with the size of his tentacle, tears staining your face whenever the tip hit the back of your throat, Adrian wanted this to be romantic, he swears, but the way you sucked him in--the way you got excited with his tentacles touching you, it was so difficult to keep going like that. His primal instincts were kicking in hard, wanting to claim you fully in every way. His upper body leaned back to take in the sight of you being impaled over and over on his cock, seeing your creamy cunt swallow him up. Your pussy was so juicy, squelches reverberating off the walls of the cove. It was nearly as loud as your muffle moans, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as your jaw stayed pried open. “Fuck, darling, nor gonna last like this.” He murmured, holding onto your hips once more to slam you down as deep as you could take him, fucking into you over and over until his tentacled cock spurted deep inside you. You swore you could feel his cum filling your stomach, your womb, filling all of you as the excess spilled around the edges no matter how plugged he had you. Adrian panted, slowly retracting his cock from your abused pussy, seeing how his cum dripped out of you in globs onto the floor. He removed his remaining tentacles, smoothing his hands over you and rubbing at your face, nuzzling his nose into yours and your cheek, kissing at you. “I’m sorry honey, I couldn’t help it, you looked so good.” He begged for forgiveness, weaving his fingers with yours.

You smiled, kissing him back with the strength you had, “honey, we can take it slow next time. We have all the time in the world.”

#milk writes #adrian tepes #alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017) #milk kinktober #Castlevania AU #smut #alucard smut #adrian tepes smut #castlevania smut

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Goldenheart choices

1. Pirate or surfer Ambro and mermaid Bal au

2. Tinker fairy bal and human ambro childhood friends au

3. Fae Bal and Hunter ambro, (if you want smut? Top ambro, bottom bal with vines as bondage)

4. Riririkinzi's little mermaid au drabble (angst, fluff, or smut)

Ok so I chose Pirate/Mermaid (movie ver.) And let me tell you this was SO much fun to write!!!! I might continue it into something more long-form on my AO3, is that something anyone is interested in?? Thank you for the request anon! I hope you don't mind all the creative liberties I took ❤️

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Ballister lifted himself up onto the rocks and sang, his brilliant black tail flicking the water beneath. It was the curse of the sirens that they should be forced to sing, forced to lure the sailors who would linger among them, enraptured, until succumbing to starvation on the barren seabanks of their island. The sirens did not wish to see their beloved muses suffer for them, but if any ship was able to resist their call and pass them by, or if any sailor managed to leave their island, they would all dissolve into the salt of the ocean. So he sang with his brothers and sisters, as beautifully as he could, desperate to lure any ship that came within earshot of their island, to preserve his family. Siren voices carry for well over a mile.

Just as usual, the ship crashed on the rocks and the surviving sailors were thrown to the sea below. They would need to retrieve them. Of course it would be easier to just allow the sailors to drown, but just as the sailors were enraptured by the sirens, so too were the sirens captivated by the sailors. It was nice, sometimes, to have their company, but in addition to that, sirens could not reproduce with one another. To keep their island alive, they needed to rescue the humans.

Diving below the sea, Ballister saw what appeared to be the Captain, based on his attire. He was young to be a captain, with blond hair that whipped and floated in the water. Ballister wrapped his arm around him and carried him to the surface, ushering him to the rocky shore.

Canals ran through this island of boulders, allowing the merfolk to interact with their human pets for however long they had. There was some freshwater springs, but no food. Sirens didn't need to eat.

He rested his hand on the Captain's chest and pressed until all the water was out of him. The man coughed and sputtered. He met Ballister's eyes. "You. Were you the one singing, with the beautiful voice?"

Ballister cradled his head and smiled. "I was singing with my brothers and sisters. We each have our own song. They harmonize when we sing together, but each one is a melody on its own."

The captain blinked. "What was your song?"

Ballister opened his mouth to sing softly. The man's eyes widened. "That's it! Your song is the one that I heard!"

Ballister blushed. "You only heard mine? We were all singing."

"I heard the harmony when we got closer. You all sounded lovely. Are you a mermaid? Or a siren?"

"I'm a merman," Ballister said with an annoyed albeit amused lilt. "But I am also a siren. They're the same thing, you know."

"Oh." The man looked over the stones and into the water, his eyes widening as he caught a glimpse of Ballister's tail. "You don't look like you'll try to eat me."

Ballister laughed. "We don't eat sailors! We don't need to eat. We live forever, unless we are killed or captured. I am a Guardian, I protect the island. You seem to be a pirate, but you don't look like you're going to brutally pillage me."

"Heavens no!" The Captain laughed nervously. "We aren't those kinds of pirates. I was the heir to a corrupt, powerful fishing company. They were exploiting their sailors and stealing from the public, so I rounded up some sailors and now we take down their fishing boats. We don't hurt anyone, we recruit those who want to join us and bring the rest home. Anyway, do you all have names?"

Ballister snorted. "Yes, and mine is Ballister."

"My name is Ambrosius. Hello, Ballister." Ballister just smiled and nodded. They weren't supposed to remember the humans' names. It made things too hard.

The siren's eyes widened when a warm hand, with a skin far more textured than his own cupped his face. "Has anyone told you that you are so beautiful, Ballister?"

He blushed and sank a bit deeper into the water. "I am frequently told I have a lovely voice."

"No," said the human-- the Captain-- Ambrosius. "That's not what I mean. Your voice is beautiful, but that's not what I mean. Something about your eyes. You're just the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. Not something I thought I'd ever say washed up on a boulder to a half-fish man, but I mean it."

Ballister laughed, but something inside him twisted. The siren's seductive magic lies solely in his song. He cannot keep a human captivated unless he is singing. He wasn't singing, but this man still looked at him with that look in his beautiful almond eyes.

Ballister had already decided that this human was going to be his. But now, he was starting to feel sure that he didn't want to let this one go.

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius #nimona 2023 #mermaid au #yywihh fics #fic request #nimona fanfic

[darlink-xoxo]

THE PIRATE'S BETHROTHED!•*∙͌♡

in which, a pirate finds herself running away from the castle with her arranged husband

fortunately, her betrothed hates his father as much as he's in love with her..

GIF isnt mine

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ehe

mentions of a female reader doesn't matter tho. and strange switches of pov

Warnings: Fluff, Arranged Marriage, Endeavour Blackmailing Reader, No Planning Whatsoever, Puppy love 🫶.. and spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ You sailed the seas with your cover up flag raised high in the winds. yes you were a pirate, yes this was your ship, and yes this was your crew. now you didn't steal a treasure or anything like that, it was more of a crew made just to protect the outskirts of land from pirates with really foul intentions. your cover up flag presented you as simple sailors gathering goods and sailing them across to neighboring kingdoms across the oceans for the trading process.

sure at first you and your crew were looked down upon, after all, having a lady on the ship was said to bring bad luck. you proved them all wrong of course, that sword on your hip wasn't just for style. although not everyone has truly accepted you all yet, that's okay, they'd need you in the end anyhow.

turning the wheel, earlier you had received a letter from the king in the south. he has an offer for you, and you didn't trust this one bit. yet you had to keep your connections with those of the southern kingdom, they were one of the wealthiest kingdoms after all.

your second in command was busy giving your crew different chores that needed to be completed. softly whistling a tune to yourself, you fixed your feathered tricorn hat as you gazed out into the open ocean. if you squinted enough, you might've been able to make out the smallest outline of land.

just what did this scoundrel king want..?

docking your ship, you left your crew in the hands of your second in command. you didn't want any of them involved with this, especially since you had no clue what this sudden call of your presence was about.

a guard was escorting you to the castle, they offered a ride yet you wanted to get used to walking on land again. being on the sea for so long left you a little disoriented on nonfloating grounds. you preoccupied yourself with taking in the change of scenery and smiling at those who waved at you. now at the gates of the castle, a knight opened the door for you. you walked in with caution, taking one last glance out the door before it closed.

the person in armor led you towards the king's chancery, and this is when your life took a turn for the worst.

King Enji sat proudly on his throne replica of a chair as he waited, once you entered the room he offered you the chair on the other side of him. signaling the guard to return to his post, the king watched with cold eyes as you shifted in your seat.

"do you have any idea why i requested your arrival?" he suddenly spoke.

you stared at him with your best poker face, "for some offer i recall, so what is this ever so important offer the king himself had to extend to me?"

the monarch's face darkened as his flames glowed brighter, "i want you to marry my youngest son."

silence took over the room, was he serious?? it took everything you had not to explode on this man, the absolute nerve.. your eyes must've given away your distaste, about to refuse with your ever so sour tongue, he spoke before you could.

"and before you refuse, i know you and your crew aren't truly simple sailors. the people are already skeptical about you being a lady sailor, much worse a captain. once word gets out you all are sailing as pirates, you might as well say farewell to your seawater life."

oh that's right, the true reason you and your crew covered up as sailors was that people still never accepted pirates as good. surely you'd be burned at the stake if word got out you were a pirate all along..

you gritted your teeth, "what're the consequences for both parties?" annoyance and aggravation was clear in your tone, and all this tyrant did was laugh.

"well since you asked so kindly. if you marry my son, you'll stay here with him and your crew will be free to sail as either a bunch of pirates or sailors. refuse and i'll inform everyone about your secret identities and you and your crew will be doomed the moment you step out of my castle. so captain, what'll it be?"

you felt your world crumble apart in front of you, you never wanted your crew involved with this.. why.. why you of all people?? you weren't even a noble for crying out loud!

what his highness didn't tell you, is that he selected you since you could take charge of your crew with ease and your fierce determination to start your crew on your own. plus the fact that you had been nearly all over the world, including well loved enough by those of the neighboring kingdoms. he loved the amount of connections you brought him.

your head hung low, you didn't even get to say goodbye to your beloved crew.. "alright, i'll marry him." you hope your crew handled themselves without you..

the king smiled as his flames grew brighter with a glint in his eye, "very good.."

and that was a year ago, you had no knowledge of the state of your crew. whether they expanded or not was unknown to you, i mean, how would you know when you're chained to your bedside? the cuffs around your wrists provided a long enough chain between them to be able to stretch and stuff, and that connecting chain was attached to a way longer one that bounded you to the inside of your room. shoto had informed his father that you wanted to walk around your room, so that's basically why you have your minimal available walking distance.

you often stared out through the windows of your balcony, searching for the slightest bit of the ocean. you hoped that one day, you'd see your familiar ship. even if you weren't the one steering.. you had been stripped of your old clothes, only left with gowns nowadays, slowly forgetting your life before all this.

sure prince shoto and y/n did eventually grow to appreciate each other's company, one more than the other, they both knew it was still only an arranged marriage and it would take some time to get used to. although the prince learned to like y/n, neither of them saw themselves as 'husband and wife' yet.

with shoto catching feelings, y/n tried her best not to let them feel anything for him in pitiful yearnings that the king would see it and choose someone else to be queen. due to y/n being distant, shoto took this as y/n hating him. leaving him to treat her to every luxury available that didn't overstep the king's rules.

one day though, shoto had brought her food and while she was eating she was reminded of her past adventures. maybe it was due to it being seafood, but it reminded her of that time her right hand man accidentally fell into the water while he was fishing.

she paused, and shoto instantly looked over in concern, "are you alright lady y/n?"

y/n took a moment before responding, only giving a nod of your head, suddenly having no willpower to lift your utensils to finish your meal. taking it upon himself, shoto gingerly picked up your utensils and hesitantly began feeding you. which was abnormal, to say the least, he's never done anything like this before.. you felt your heart beat loudly in your chest, and you sighed as you couldn't do anything about it.

and this other time, you were given a butter knife to assist you in eating your breakfast. feeling memories flood back into your mind, you proudly wore your captain hat once more. faking a sword fight in her room, y/n happily relived her past. unexpectedly shoto walked in, probably to check if she had finished eating. when y/n saw him, she didn't get embarrassed. instead, she raised her 'sword' and said, "dear prince! I hear by challenging you to a duel! and no fire or ice is allowed."

shoto softly smiled at how carefree y/n seemed to be, taking the sword from his satchel, he tossed it to y/n. she caught it of course, but stared at him in confusion when he left the room. moments after, he returned with a different sword in his grasp, boldly smirking at his betrothed, "I accept your challenge, my lady," he answered back with a glint in his eyes that matched hers.

the two cracked up as their harmless sword fight moved across the room, clashing swords with smiles on their faces as giggles and chuckles filled the room. this was a bonding moment that was expected of them to come naturally as if they were dating. yet they never had time to date, maybe if they had a moment like this before their marriage wouldn't feel as 'arranged' as it is.

jumping onto her bed to avoid shoto, it was similar to how she once jumped onto the upper deck back on her ship to avoid an ambush. king enji walked by the room, pausing due to the loud laughter he heard. peeking into the door, he flashed a sinister grin, "HAHAH SHOTO!! THIS IS PERFECT! Getting along with your wife i see?" than as smug as ever, he walks away.

y/n's cheerful mood is instantly ruined, hesitantly taking off her hat and placing the sword down with her head hung low in sadness. meanwhile, shoto was ready to murder his father, like how dare he ruin y/n's mood?? shoto slowly raised his sword in question, and y/n shook her head. watching as she stumbled over to her bed and flopped down, shoto's displeasure with his father only grew. y/n has lost her carefree attitude, she was closed off again and it seemed like more invisible walls were built. after that whole ordeal, shoto would find y/n sadly staring at her pirate hat and his sword he let her keep.

and one night, y/n laid awake in her bed. she couldn't sleep, both her past and the new addition kept her awake. the prince, she forced herself to hate him. yet how could she keep her facade up when he looks at her as if their marriage was never arranged in the first place?? he's treating her as if he's been in love with her since the very beginning.. y/n isn't much different either, she said she'd hate him, but isn't she the one happily allowing shoto to feed her? or the way she asks him to stay behind with her? or how she finds herself unconsciously tracing her fingers along his scare when he accidentally falls asleep beside her when he stays.

yes, she fell in love with him, but she desperately wished it was under different circumstances. a sudden knock on her door led her to stare into the darkness of who was there.

"lady y/n? are you awake?"

"i think so? i'm still seeing darkness"

shoto silently chuckled, walking over to her bedside with enough grace that it seemed he had her room layout memorized. he patted around her bed for a moment, before taking her hand in his grasp and holding it to his lips, and softly kissed her ring. suddenly the room burst up in flames, y/n sat up wide eyes "what do you think you're doing shoto?!?"

he only grinned at you as a loud blaring alarm rang throughout the castle, he gently grasped your chains and melted them to nothing but a molten puddle on the ground. you gaped at him, before the pounding on your closed door that shoto had most likely locked, started getting too loud for your liking.

"run away with me my lady, let us be free together," shoto practically pleaded with you as he grasped your hands in his.

you coughed, the air was filled with ash. the banging on your doors didn't get any quieter and that's probably the angry shouts of the guards you're hearing too.

you shut your eyes before a determined gleam flashed across your ires. you gripped shoto's hand, jumping out of bed before quickly putting on your hat to make sure it didn't burn in the slowly raging fire. also taking the sword your prince had gifted you, you held him close as the door broke down. jumping out of the side of the balcony, you stabbed the sword into the wall. you kept a firm hold on your prince as you and him descended to the ground. he held onto you just as tight, simply distracting himself with how attractive you looked at the moment.

landing on the ground, you both broke out into a run, laughing at the taste of freedom, "sorry about your blade your majesty," y/n giggled as the adrenaline had yet to run out. shoto simply chuckled along with her as he motioned to the sword on his hip, "no worries my lady, i have a spare."

off in the distance, y/n saw the familiar con flag of her original ship. taking shoto's hand with hers, y/n ran faster, "c'mon prince, run faster! we're going home!" she laughed as her sights landed on her old second in control.

shoto silently chocked on his breath, "pardon me? did you say home?" y/n nodded to him over her shoulder, sending him a cheeky wink as his ears turned pink. the sound of their fast approaching footsteps appeared to have alerted the crew, as now their attention was on the couple running towards them.

"CAPTAIN??? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?? never mind that, LOWER THE BRIDGE!" your dearest right hand man recognized you immediately, and you happily waved at him and your old crew.

he leaned over the ledge, "aye?? and who might that be with you captain?"

you paused, turning around to face shoto, and glancing down at your connected hands. you turned back to your loyal associate with a smile on your face, "my husband! prince shoto todoroki."

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[local-void-creature-izzy]

The Crazed Captain and his Insane Deity

This is a Sonadow Pirate AU that came to be after watching Sonic Prime, so I will be using the characters of No Place to help flesh it out.

Dread and his crew are looking for a challenge, one of his crewmates sees a wanted poster in the town they are currently staying in and asks Dread about it, if this is a good challenge. Dread grabbing the poster, thinking there's no harm in seeing what they found, only for Dread to rip the wanted poster and tells his crew that: "That...beast is not one to mess with."

The wanted Poster read as such:

WANTED: DEAD

"The Immortal Nightmare" aka Captain Shadow the Merciless

That he'll take on any challenge, expect that pirate captain and his crew.

Elsewhere:

Said Pirate Captain is counting the jewels and money from the rich townspeople his crew pillaged and stole from. Removing a emerald necklace from the pile and gifting it to his first mate, Sonic. "For you, Mi Amor." The captain spoke as he placed the necklace around Sonic's neck.

"Aww, how sweet of you. My favorite color no less." Sonic complimented, as he returned to helping the other organization his documents.

In Shadow's crew there were two rules:

1. Swear your unyielding loyalty to the Captain, or die a painful death.

2. Respect his first mate as if he was also the captain.

Follow those, and you were taken well care of in the crew.

Then one day, a power hungry Dread, takes on Shadow and his crew in a storm. Only getting a cheap victory because he tossed Sonic overboard, Shadow jumping after him.Dread takes the ship and crew for his own, a powerful amulet keeping the crew from fighting back.

Winding up on a stray life boat, Sonic is patching up his captain, said captain is plotting a revenge. "How dare that insolent fool steal my crew and my ship?!" Shadow angrily spoke. "When I find him, I will ring his neck from his body!"

"Calm yourself Shads. Anger won't get us anywhere, but that amulet..." Sonic speculated. "I believe the time has finally come."

The immortal captain looked up at his lover and first mate. "Is it one of the seven? To restore your powers?" He asked.

"I believe so, finally. I can begin my journey to reclaim what humanity stole from me." Sonic said with a twisted smile that did not phase Shadow.

You see, Sonic was actually an ancient deity by the name of O'brezean. He controlled all of the seven seas, the wind the blew through them, and could make sailors go insane just by looking at him. But somehow, someone bound the deity to this limited, physical form. If not for Shadow finding him when he did, who knows what would have happened to him.

Despite his powers being severely restricted, he still could make one feel insanity if he tried, which did not work on Shadow. For when you're cursed with immortality, and live for over 1000 years, your mind becomes the least stable thing about you. He quickly became Sonic's favorite mortal, especially since Shadow praised O'brezean instead of feared him.

"Then let's be on our way, this serves as even more motivation to kill that damn coward." Shadow said with a crazed look in his eyes. "Oh to have the honor of restoring you to your true self, if I hadn't already promised you my existence I would have done so now."

"My darling captain, so quick to violence for me. That's why I love you. You're the only mortal that can make me this ecstatic."

Truly, the two were a match made in heaven, or rather hell.

Thanks to Sonic's navigation skills, they quickly arrive at a island town, where they are confronted by Sails, who was part of Dread's crew. He begs them to stop the captain because he has gone mad with power. That he'll do whatever they ask, just to stop Dread. They agree and soon find Dread and the rest of his crew. A ego boosted Dread asking Shadow if he wants another round of losing.

Shadow laughs like a maniac. Telling Dread its clear he didn't do his research. Telling his crew taken hostage "you know what to do." His crew all cover their ears, confusing Dread and his crew, until a hypnotic "Lullaby" occurs, Dread and his crew falling to their knees like a heavy weight was keeping them down.

It was Sonic, Shadow grabbing Dread by the head harshly, asking him: "Did it never occur to you why I was so attracted to my first mate? He has the blood of the sea in his veins." There's a demented smile on Shadow's face. Sonic's singing helps their crew get out and back to the ship. Shadow telling Sonic to go back as well.

Now it was one against many. Unfortunately this where they learn why Shadow is called "The Merciless." One took out half of Dread's crew like they were nothing.

Taking the other half, the ones Shadow saw and knew meant the most to Dread hostage. He was simply returning the favor, as his sword pierced the other captain's stomach. "Relax, I didn't hit your vitals. No, I want you to experience something more painful. For foolishly believing you can mess with me and my crew, believing you could kill my beloved first mate. Only then will i have your head displayed on my ship."

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[galaxycunt]

I Can’t Keep Crying pt 6

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

Andddd it’s done! I might play around with this story some more but thank you all who have left comments and likes and just read it in silence ily ur so awesome send in the clowns

When you were probably way too young, and before she died, your mother wanted you to marry someone who could make you comfortable. She married for love, and all that got her was a husband away at sea for months at a time only to be killed by pirates. The boy down the street was studying to be a doctor, you felt her funeral needed to proceed a wedding. You would feel guilty otherwise.

When that got too hard, you set sail with a Marine, an officer even. You convinced him to let you on his ship, who left you to pirates when you were raided. You flirted with death more than lovers after that one, hopping around crews, never feeling comfortable.

When you met Buggy, it was an inn like the one you were in now, you heard about him though he didn’t impress you much. The get up was ridiculous, the nose too off putting to take seriously. He had some goons with him, taking up space at the bar. He wasn’t flirting with you, but with another woman. A woman who left the door open after making her exit.

Slipping in his room was easy, stealing enough berries to find passage with another ship. You felt this town was getting old, an adventure waiting somewhere else for you. You should have known your heist was too easy, a buggy ball knocking you out soon after.

”No one steals from Buggy The Clown.”

That was so long ago, being with him was the longest time you served under anyone. Not even your marriages lasted this long. You weren’t sure how to feel about it now. Buggy could probably charm your mother, she would pray for any child to take your features instead.

You were in love with the pirate captain currently beside you, after being inside you. God, you really loved him. Buggy gazed into your eyes like he could find the meaning of life in them. You could tell he hardly believed you were there, let alone that you loved him.

”Remember when we met?”

He smiled, “how could I forget? Not every day someone robs me.”

”Why did you let me live? Or join?”

He blushed, “I fall in love easily, what can I say? I don’t do slow and subtle.”

”You really don’t.”

You remembered the wound he gave you before you threw his money back at him. You knew when to fight and when to scrape by to live another day. Pirates liked a girl who was desperate enough to keep breathing.

“Security detail, you’re such a funny bullshitter.”

”Geez, sorry I didn’t want my future boyfriend chopping my head off.”

”Wait, really?”

You grin sheepishly, “well, no I wasn’t thinking that at the time.”

”Oh, when did you?”

”Like a couple of weeks before we fucked. At least what I was hoping for, you big flirt.”

He traced circles in your skin, finger roaming around your waist and hip. You hoped you didn’t upset him, that crush was bound to happen anyway. Falling for Buggy was inevitable.

“I mean, I always thought you were cute. You’re my boss, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah. Authority is hot and all that shit.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, you think back to the other men in you life, did they kiss you like this?

No, they didn’t. Not like this, Buggy was all in. No holding back.

“Remember when you saved me during the storm?”

You didn’t know about the devil fruit, not until a week or so into sailing with him. Buggy was always an excellent sailor, managing the sails with grace amongst the chaos. Showing the decades of experience, as easy as breathing. Until a wave hit him, causing him to tumble off the rope ladder he was on.

You were the first one to grab him, his body going limp. You stayed with him as you dragged him off to his cabin, unsure of what else to do. Drying him off, only for him to spring back into action like nothing happened. A wink and a blown kiss as he ran off to help his crew.

“That’s when I fell for you,” he whispered.

“Really? That soon?”

He shrugged, “when you know, you know.”

You felt like an asshole, the way you been unknowingly playing with his feelings. You hoped he didn’t hold it against you, and yet you wanted to just know it all. You were probably a little selfish that way.

”Did you mean it? That you’d say yes?” his voice faltered, filled with anxiety.

Your hands felt clammy, “yeah. You gotta do it right though, surprise me.”

He smiled, “I’m gonna dazzle your pants off.”

You smacked him playfully, “oh shut up.”

”You’re marrying this, so you can’t be that mad at me!”

”I ain’t marrying you yet.”

”But you will.”

”I will.”

His face fell into an easy smile, enveloping you in his arms. You had to let it happen, he wasn’t going to hurt you. You had to believe that.

You kissed his eyes, cheeks, lips, neck. Over and over, your body tingling with desire. Your mind turned over moments in your past; like when Buggy first taught you to throw knives, when he turned red as a tomato the first time you measured his body, the little pranks he pulled on you using his powers. You loved him in so many different ways.

”It was when you gave that kid some money.”

”What?”

”You did it once, we were in some village, it took me by surprise. No offense, you’re pretty greedy.”

He laughed, “I’m not that bad am I?”

“No, but it was just interesting. Different.”

He hummed in thought, and you wondered if you said the wrong thing. He kissed your knuckles, easing your worried face.

“I been married before. Two times.”

”That’s okay.”

You nodded, “let’s wait. Until the Grand Line. Find a nice quiet island.”

”Let me worry about all that, okay?”

”Yeah.”

Buggy looked at you with a fire in his eyes, scheming and plotting. It excited you, you were really doing this. Third times the charm right? And why the hell not? You did the legit route, a doctor, an officer, and a pirate. A captain even.

It was the stuff of trashy romance novels, a swashbuckling scoundrel who only had a soft side for you. That was Buggy alright, flashy and larger than life. You had one more question, deciding in your head which possible answer you’d like better.

”Where’d you get the ring?”

He laughed, “some bozo took it off his wife and threw it at me, remember that fancy schmancy ship with the gold stairs?”

That was a good haul, you still had the ruby encrusted ashtray. You did like this answer, after all. Why put on airs?

“It really does suit my style, she had taste. Well, for the most part.”

You let the wedding talk go, going back to talking about nothing. Things the ship needs, clothes you wanted to buy. You felt silly, when you thought about the lead up to this moment. You both could’ve been here a long time ago, but maybe that was a good thing.

You weathered the storm, coming out the other side stronger than ever. Buggy was your lifeline, your safe harbor. He was truly, the man of your dreams.

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[writingraven]

Hello, would you be able to post tips on how to start a pirate au? This is my first time making one.

【 Hi! My tip for any au (or any story, really) is simply research. It’s important to understand the dynamics and realism. So I put together some pirate knowledge for you! I’ll probably make more posts on this soon. I’m thinking pirate terms, ship terms, common weapons, things like that. If you’d be interested, let me know. Hope this helps, and good luck on your story (: 】

The Pirate Life

warnings: violence

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↳ Drinks

⇝ portable drinking water was hard to come by so many ships carried an abundance of wine, beer, and rum

⇝ a famous mariner drink is grog (sugar-water, lime juice, and rum) which was known to prevent scurvy

⇝ another is bombo/bumboo (sugar-water, nutmeg, and rum) or rumfustian (water, raw eggs, sherry, gin, beer)

↳ Eye Patches

⇝ not only worn because someone lost an eye

⇝ worn to keep one eye adjusted to darkness

⇝ when fighting/raiding below deck they could switch the eye patch instead of waiting for vision to adjust

↳ Flags

⇝ not all pirate flags were black with a skull and crossbones

⇝ most pirate flags were plainly black or red (completely red flags were known as the most aggressive)

⇝ if there were designs, many adorned hourglasses to represent the inevitability of death

↳ Freetime

⇝ when not working, pirates often played cards or dice (although, gambling was against the rules on some ships), sang, danced, partied, etc.

⇝ stopping at ports was a fairly regular occurrence so they could take a break from the harsh sea to sell goods, repair the ship, and of course find women

↳ Life of Crime

⇝ sure, some people became pirates for the life of crime, but the overwhelming majority were simply sailors who abandoned their jobs due to horrendous working conditions

⇝ pirates were treated far better by their captains than navy men

⇝ there were even periods of time where pirating wasn’t illegal — governments would enlist pirates during wartime to plunder enemy ships. these pirates were labeled ‘privateers’ and legally allowed to operate under ‘letters of marque’ which basically made them military contractors

↳ Longevity

⇝ pirate careers were a few years long tops (even the famous blackbeard only lasted two years)

⇝ many were killed or injured especially because medical facilities were practically nonexistent

↳ Positions

⇝ well-run ships had a clear division of labor

⇝ positions included captain, quartermaster, boatswain, carpenter, cooper, gunner, navigator, etc.

⇝ the captain had absolute command during battle and chose where/when to go somewhere

⇝ the quartermaster oversaw ship operations and divided the loot

⇝ pirates were not as chaotic as media portrays — they were actually quite democratic

⇝ but the illusion of being brutal would be beneficial for plundering as the possibility of surrender was increased

⇝ most pirates were illiterate, but there were quite a few who actually came from higher social classes

↳ Raids

⇝ looting gold/silver was much less common than looting supplies (food, drink, candles, navigational tools, repairing equipment, medicine, etc.)

⇝ most pirates didn’t want to kill people — they would steal the goods and leave the crew (or let the crew join them) especially because the bounties weren’t usually worth it

↳ Rules

⇝ most pirate ships took their rules very seriously, with punishments being severe

⇝ common rules were against lying, stealing amongst themselves, fighting on board, gambling, etc.

⇝ walking the plank was not a common punishment (it actually rarely ever happened) — punishments were usually flogging, dunking, tying to the mast, hanging, marooning, or keelhauling

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Famous Pirates to Check Out for Motivation: Stede Bonnet, Anne Bonny, Francis Drake, Calico Jack, William Kidd, Henry Morgan, Mary Read, Bartholomew Roberts, Edward Teach (Blackbeard)

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[breannasfluff]

The next portal drops the Chain on Tetra’s ship. Or…it tries. One minute, Wind is stepping off a dirt path and the next he’s splashing into the ocean. There are shouts and screams, along with another splash.

The wind whips the waves into frothing peaks, throwing wet hair in Wind’s face. It’s cold; all sharp bites without the usual tropical gusts. Rain pelts the ocean and, despite being soaked from his drop in the water, it stings as it comes down.

Wind shakes his head, trying to flip his hair away and clear his lashes.

“Man overboard! Turn the ship around!” Tetra’s bellow barely cuts through the chaos.

The storm rages around them. Wind can swim—he’s an island boy to the heart. But he’s not usually dropped in the sea, during a storm, and weighed down with gear. He sinks periodically when the waves push him down.

The low thrum of panic, present in these situations, is covered in a layer of calm. If the water pulls him down he lets it until the tug releases, then kicks for the surface and sucks in more air. Ships do not turn quickly; he’s going to have to ride this out until they come around. If they can, in a storm like this.

The thought sends a sharper bolt of fear. No, they’ll make it. He just needs to stay afloat. He’s been in worse storms before.

“Wars!”

At Wild’s scream, Wind quickly runs through every pirate swear he knows. He turns in the water, thrashing to see. He’s not the only one who missed landing on the deck; Wild is in the water as well. And judging by his panic, Warriors.

“Wild!” The sailor has to cough as water splashes into his mouth. “What happened?”

“Wars is sinking!”

Shit. His chainmail will drag him down; Wild and Wind are lucky to be in the water without it. He steals a glance over his shoulder; the ship is too far away, turning too slowly. There’s no time.

“Champ!” Another dip of a wave. Wind uses it to push himself closer. “Can you put my stuff in your slate? I’ll dive for him!” He’d let it sink if it wasn’t everything he owned.

Thankfully, the slate works even in salt water and Wild’s fingers slide across the screen. Then he shoves it at Wind and the items disappear. He bobs a little higher, no longer weighed down.

The sailor takes several large gulps of air, then dives. The waves tug at him until he plunges deep enough. He can see the bottom; although the coral is mostly lost to the stirred-up sand. Still, he kicks down further. Warriors could be caught in the coral, choking on sand and water.

The tug of the water slows the deeper he goes, but it’s darkening, as well. The pressure increases, pinching at his lungs. How long can he hold his breath? How long can he afford to wait before turning to the surface for another gulp of air?

He ignores the sting of saltwater on his eyes and scans the reef. Where is he…where is he—

The dull flash of silver catches his attention and he spins, kicking further. Warriors is on the very edge of the reef, caught in the coral. He’s struggling weakly, trying to free himself. He’s clearly at his limit on holding his breath, though. It’s a miracle he’s lasted this long.

Wind reaches him, grabbing a free arm and yanking. The motion startles the captain and he thrashes harder. Internally, Wind grimaces and tries to pull him up. If he can just get his leg free of the coral—

Something brushes against his skin and he jerks, trying to spin underwater. What just touched him? 

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[wordbunch]

countertop confessions (Isildur x reader)

a/n: i noticed a lack of TROP Isildur fics, so I took it upon myself to fix it! fluffy fluff, as per usual! 💞 hope you enjoy my little self indulgent piece, let me know and please be so kind to reblog 😘 it's a little warm up piece after my vacation!!

"You ruined the prospects of your own future employment, and now you are here to ruin mine as well?" you teased upon noticing your favorite long-haired Númenórean at the door of your downstairs kitchen - he had an uncharacteristic pout on his lips.

Before he managed to ask you how you already knew he got thrown out of the sea guard training, you quickly continued: "News travel fast around here. Especially in my house, you know how everyone likes to stop by for a treat and share the latest gossip," you smiled, giving him an explanation. The dough you had been kneading for a new batch of buns was now set aside as you pulled up a chair for you and Isildur, who seemed not to be in the highest of spirits.

"It was the one thing I had really wanted to do," he began, "and to be successful in." He plopped down onto a wooden chair next to yours, his shoulders bent.

"Cheer up," you tapped him on the cheek with a hand white from flour, leaving a trace, "I am certain you could find an apprenticeship elsewhere, even one troublemaker as you." Isildur was fighting a smile as he wiped off the flour from his cheek.

"So, what you are saying is," he began, the mischievous glint returning to his warm eyes, "that you will employ me in your bakery, and then I can bother you every day of the week, and get to eat the best pastries in all of Númenor?"

"Who said I wanted you?" you laughed, making him roll his eyes and playfully give you a gentle shove. "I would never get anything completed were you constantly keeping me company, and getting up to no good."

"I can be good," he pouted, leaning his face closer to yours, "while you are a very evil person. So, the least you can do is feed me right now."

You gave a joyous laugh while Isildur continued looking at you with his best pouty face. "You have only come here to use my kindness in exchange for food, because you know you are my favorite person and that I will most likely fall for it." Although a small smile appeared on his face, it fell just as quickly, but you had gotten up to rummage through the drawers, so you didn't notice. Honestly, you were a little concerned - usually when Isildur paid you a visit, he would talk your ears off, make you laugh, start a food fight or attempt to steal the freshly baked goods, but there was none of that now.

"Are you certain you are bothered only by what happened today, or is there something else?" you inquired, finally managing to find one of his favorite pastries and handing it to Isildur, who muttered a small thanks in return. "Usually you would already be searching for another option, or trying to get accepted back into the sea guard..."

He breathed in deeply, and then slowly exhaled, poking around the pastry in his hand before setting it back on the table. "Yes," he began, not looking you in the eyes, "but we hold the sailors in such a high regard, and they get rewarded handsomely for what they do. And perhaps I just wanted to not live off of my father as much, and finally start to afford us a life that we both deserve. That you deserve," he coughed meekly, giving himself a few more moments to think over his words. You stood leaning back on the counter across him, mouth agape, but evident happiness in your eyes - you had kind of had a hunch that he'd been harboring feelings for you for some time, and you most certainly returned them; you just didn't think you two would be conversing about that with you half-covered in flour, in a messy kitchen decorated by rays of late afternoon sun.

But then again, for the two of you... it was kind of perfect.

"I wanted to build us a house with the best and biggest kitchen where you could make anything you wanted, and everyone would like it, and everyone would like you," he gulped, looking down at his hands and too busy to notice how happily you looked at him, "but I'd be the one who gets to love you."

"What did you say?" you mused with a little chuckle, a tiny bit shocked, but mostly elated. Isildur looked up at you for a split second, looking almost offended, since he didn't think you were taking him seriously. However, your expression quickly dissuaded his doubtful mind.

"I said that I love you," he repeated, with more confidence this time, and it certainly helped that he got up, his full height now towering over you. You really hoped you weren't blushing profusely as you looked up at him with doe eyes. "You heard me."

"I just wanted to make sure," you replied with an apologetic, yet teasing, smile, hands subconsciously traveling over his torso up to his shoulders as you inched closer and closer, "you know I can never tell with you," you joked, and he finally cracked a smile. He found himself wrapping his arms around your waist as if it was second nature; sure, you did hug before, on occasion, but this time it was so much more electric.

"And what a lucky coincidence," you muttered, eyes shifting between his lips and his eyes and then back to his lips again, and you knew he caught on what you wanted, "because I love you too, Isil."

You had barely managed to finish the sentence when his lips met yours with the fervor you expected from someone as energetic and passionate as him, but still it was better than you imagined it would be. He got carried away fast, so that he just had to pick you up by the waist and put you on the counter, never once breaking the kiss. Showoff, you thought to yourself.

To Isildur's great disappointment, eventually you had to pull away for air, but you kept one hand on his chest and one in his unruly hair. He wore the brightest of grins on his face when he finally spoke up again.

"Even without a real job, without our giant family house?" he teased, nudging his nose against yours.

"With or without anything at all," you whispered before pulling him into another long-awaited kiss, but you remembered something very soon-

"Are you going to eat that or can I?"

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[videcoeur]

videcoeur asked:

"the brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all."

@chatcambrioleur​

"Cute. What t-shirt did you steal that from?"

Nami would know a thing or two about stealing. Didn't stop the scrutinizing gaze from meeting her purple-haired friend. She raised a brow, before a sigh fell past her lips. A piece of tangerine bangs flopped upward in her distress. Carina's offer sounded fun --- what were the chances they'd see each other so soon after Gran Tesoro, after all? On the wide open seas, no less. Sometimes sailors didn't see friends and family for years at a time, but another run-in with Carina seemed too incidental. Almost like fate.

"You know I can't just up and leave my crew. They need me." She was their navigator, after all. Zoro couldn't lead them out of a paper bag. They'd literally be lost without her.

"But ... this heist." It did sound kind of fun. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a fleeting glance over her shoulder. No signs of anyone listening in --- good.

"How much treasure did you say was involved, again?"

There was no such things as fate or coincidence when it came to Carina. She was way too much of a wily woman to leave things to something as vaguely defined as fate. No, their encounter had nothing to do with luck- Carina had done her research, sent her agents, and found Nami. Why go through all the trouble though? As an expert thief herself, it’s not like she needed help. Nor did she need the extra coin, considering she now owned something close to 20% of the entire world’s wealth, by having stolen the Gran Tesoro. 

And yet, the desire to see her old friend was stronger than any need for gold and silver. Not that she would admit it, of course, but she had been thinking about Nami for a long time. After all, she wouldn’t have been able to steal Tesoro’s riches had it not been from the strawhats intervention.

Carina closed her eyes as she brought liquid gold to her lips - a new type of wine made only for herself, which contained real gold particles. They, of course, had been purified and were safe for consumption. The rich of this world sure loved the idea of drinking gold and Carina was no estranged to that either. She pushed the bottle toward Nami after taking a sip and showing it was safe, letting her decide whether or not she wanted a glass.

“Did I ask you to leave your crew?” Her eyes reopened slowly, blue irises locking onto brown, only distracted for a second by a fiery orange curl being moved behind Nami’s ear.

“We’re talking a celestial dragon’s ship. While I do not have exact numbers, most of the Gran Tesoro’s visitors of the celestial variety at least carry a billion beri with them. It’s pocket change in the casino, to them. I’m offering you a chance to rob them before they reach Gran Tesoro. I have their itinerary voyage and I know how much they’ll be packing, security wise.”

Carina leaned back comfortably onto her seat, dainty fingers gliding across the crystal glass as her lips stretch. “You see, I would do it myself. I could, but... I now have a reputation. I can’t be seen acting like a pirate anymore.” It was obvious the way she spoke that though she liked her position of power, she missed something.

A thief is a thief is a thief, or something along these lines. 

“But you can!” She added joyfully. “And we can share the benefits. I’d say 80-20 is reasonable, don’t you think?” Like Nami was going to accept 20 percent, even on a billion beli. She would be the one taking most of the risks, but well, you gotta pay the informant? Something like that.

#off work and the first thing i do after eating is THIS #I could not resist replying #Carina muse off the chart already #( t; carina. ) #( oprp. ) #chatcambrioleur

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 41 - Danny. Episode 4.

--------Sparkles point of view---------- Sparkle: So what have you done the past year, I mean wooh!! I gave him the elevator look and sipped my coffee

Danny: Chuckled softly Well, I figured out you had left about a week after you were gone.

Sparkle: Sorry I smiled apologizing at him

Danny: Nah, it's okay, I get it now that you explained why. You had to. and it wasn't like you owed me anything. I tried to get in contact with you for about a month, with no luck, obviously. And one night I got a call from a friend, working on one of those big hangar ships. He told me they needed crew, a paid job for 10 months… so yeah, I just jumped the opportunity, figured I needed to get away too. So 10 months and 25 kilo later, here I am. He smiled warmly

Sparkle: I giggled softly Ahh so that's why you have this whole hipster sailor look now.

Danny: Chuckled softly A life at sea will do that to you.

Sparkle: I chuckled softly I'll try to remember that. So what's with the uh? I pointed at his throat as I could see a tattoo crawl over the neckline of his knitted pullover

Danny: If it wasn't so cold I would show you. I don't know. A few artists were on the ship, and when we got bored enough, they started tattooing people. One night I guess I got bored enough as well. Well, it was more nights really. He pointed at his throat That one is not the only one I have. But as mentioned, it's too cold right now to start showing tattoos. Some other time perhaps? He smiled softly

Sparkle: I nodded softly Yeah, I would like that, you have me curious now.

Danny: He nodded towards Daniel and Ruby So what's up with you and the military guy?

Sparkle: I chuckled softly First off, he's not a military man, he was never in the military. That's just his style.

Danny: Alright… he nodded with a small chuckle and sipped his coffee

Sparkle: And to answer your question, there isn't really anything with us. He's my friend… sometimes we fuck I blushed a bit as I said the words sorry, I don't mean to sound like a whore or something.

Danny: You could never sound like that to me, so don't worry.

Sparkle: I smiled softly at him and blushed further Thank you.

---------Daniel's point of view------------

Ruby: He's stealing your girl now…

Daniel: She's not my girl. I grunted and sipped the rest of my chocolate, throwing the paper mug in a trashcan few meters from us, lighting a joint, sighing deep as I blew out the smoke

Ruby: She quickly followed me Am I annoying you?

Daniel: I smiled softly No…. it takes much more to annoy me I reached the joint to her and smiled softly as she grabbed it and puffed it

Ruby: So don't tell me you have absolutely no problem with them sitting as close as they do right now? I actually think he's holding her hand? I mean, I have seen pics of the old Danny before, but that thing over there…. he's definitely her type.

Daniel: Yeah, I know.

Ruby: She smiled at me softly, almost like she pitied me

Daniel: I let my eyes fall back to Sparkle and Danny. Yup, he was holding her hand, and she was laughing at whatever he had just said. A lot. About an hour later I found myself, tipsy, at Sparkles place. We had agreed going to her place, as the cold had only gotten worse. And the now drunk Sparkle, had been running around taking pics of us all. I was no longer mildly annoyed by this evening, but full on irritated. I just needed my bed and a good night joint. Or to stick my dick in someone. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and quickly typed a message to Congo, smiling cheekily as he answered back a few seconds later

Congo: 'Yeah, I'm awake… are you okay?'

Daniel: 'Yeah. Stuck at Sparkles place, watching her and her new boy toy dancing. I'm bored with this night.'

Congo: 'Wanna come over?'

Daniel: 'Mmmh yeah, I could really need a place to stick my dick right now'.

Congo: 'I'm sure we can figure something out'.

Daniel: 'Sweet! I'll be there in 15!'

Congo: 'Daniel, please don't drive.'

Daniel: 'Nah, my bike is back at the university, don't worry, I'll call a cab.'

Congo: 'Thank you. I'll see you soon.'

Daniel: 'Yep. See you! Stay warm!'

Congo: 'Daniel, just lock yourself in, I'll be in the master bedroom.'

--------Congo's point of view----------

Congo: I was very tired, and had actually been asleep, but I could feel through the sms that he was frustrated. He had grown quite fond of her, so watching her with someone else was probably bound to bring his mood down. I turned around in bed slowly, I was very gentle not to wake Evan, as I lifted his hand from my hip. He was sleeping deep, I could hear that on his breath, but still wanted to be careful, just to be sure. He needed sleep on top of that night. It had ended well after the good news about the mate bond. But it had still drained him both mentally and physically. So he needed all the rest he could get. I silently got up, not bothering to put clothes on, as I knew it would come off soon anyway, and so I walked silently around the bed, bending down, planting a soft kiss on Andy's forehead.

Andy: He moaned softly Whaaat?

Congo: I smiled warmly and stroke his hair Sleep sweetheart. I'll go upstairs. Daniel sms'd, he will come by soon. So I'll go upstairs with him.

Andy: He nodded sleepy Okay… have fun he smiled warmly and turned to his other side, snuggling his face in Evan's armpit with a soft smile. I knew how the smell of both of us made him feel safe.

Congo: As I passed the fireplace on my way to the 3rd floor, I quickly threw a few more logs on, to keep the house warm till the morning. Then I grabbed a couple of water bottles, a sandwich and a can of whipped cream, quickly making my way to the master bedroom at the 3rd floor. Lighting a few candles around the room, to bring a cozy atmosphere. I laid down on the middle of the bed, opening a drawer in the small night stand, grabbing a lube, slowly preparing my hole. Stroking my dick to get hard, gently circling my entry before slowly gliding a finger inside, moaning softly. With the other hand I grabbed the can of whipped cream. I absolutely hated the taste of most can foods, but both Daniel and Andy seamed to love the stuff, as long as they could use it as a foreplay. So I chuckled softly as I made a thick ring of it around my dick, and a small dot on each of my nipples. It was a total kliche, but these things always seemed to send both of them right off. So here I were, reminding myself of a stuffed turkey. I smiled softly as I heard the front door, this was gonna be good. I added another finger, slowly stretching myself as I heard footsteps in the hallway, moaning softly at the thought of Daniel coming home.

Daniel: He opened the door rather quick, chuckling loudly as his conversation went on, and as he turned his face towards me, he froze. Oh!

Robert: Bumped into Daniel as Daniel stopped, chuckling warmly Oh sorry I didn't see you ther… he froze as well as he saw me on the bed.

Congo: I think it's safe to say this was one of the more embarrassing moments of my life, and I quickly got out of bed, grabbing a shirt from the floor, I used to desperately cover most parts of my naked body with. Not easy when you're caught of guard with shaky hands

Daniel: I'm so sorry, I ran into Robert in the drive way, and as I woke you up I assumed you were just snoozing here in bed until I would join you.

Robert: He chuckled warmly, clearly amused as he judging by his rather insecure wobbly legs had had more than plenty to drink

Congo: I sighed softly No harm done I guess, but I'm gonna go take a shower and get this stuff off me.

Daniel: He nodded with a small apologizing smile We will be downstairs for a drink

Congo: I nodded without looking at them, as I made my way to the bathroom, quickly turning on the tap in the shower cabin, sighing deeply as I got under the hot water, leaning my forehead against the wall. As much as I liked seeing Robert being more open minded towards gay love, I really wished I hadn't answered my phone when Daniel messaged. I sighed softly and started washing my body, all of the whipped cream was gone already, but it left as sticky feeling on my skin. As I was done washing my body I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes, just letting the hot water caress my body. I quickly got stuck in thoughts of the mate bond, and the things Akin had said about Andy. So many things suddenly fell into place. I was happy with this new turn. Specially since Evan seemed to already open up. We had shared amazing sex, and even if we hadn't penetrated each other, a stronger bond had definitely grown between us. I smiled softly and thought of how he had leaned against me during sex, how I had observed him swim away in us, fully enjoying the satisfaction. My thoughts started drifting and for the next minutes I cannot remember what I was even thinking of, my thoughts were just moving around without me paying much attention. I was just, relaxing. Drifting away. But then I felt someone locking their lips around my dick. I moaned softly. Daniel. He had come back just as I had started getting hard. He always had a great timing like that, like he knew when I was hard. I sighed soft and relieved, digging my fingers into his hair. Hair? I quickly opened my eyes, but as water splashed into them I didn't see who it was at first, but as the door to the bathroom suddenly opened I clearly saw everything play out in front of my eyes. And I wish I hadn't.

Andy: Congo… can we join you… HOLY SHIT!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?! Something definitely got knocked over and broke as it hit the floor RO-ROBERT?!?! SHIT FUCK!!! EVAN!!! DON'T COME OUT HERE!!!!

Evan: What happe…. DAD?!?!?!

Congo: I looked at Robert kneeling in front of me, hardly believing my eyes, as his hand was still locked around my dick. Then my eyes found Andy and his horrified face, as he tried holding on to Evan, who mostly looked like he wanted to run to the moon.

Robert: I uh… he somehow managed to drag his drunken ass up from the ground, letting go of my dick, stumbling few steps towards Evan and Andy

Evan: Just looked at him with disbelief written all over his face

Andy: What the fuck is going on in here?!

Congo: I groaned and shook my head

Daniel: WOAH WOAH WOAH He laughed out loud as he joined the way too crowded bathroom I did NOT see that one coming! He pointed at Roberts wet clothes, then me, then Robert, me, Robert, me and started wiggling his eyebrows. Then a loud moan escaped his lips as Evan punched him straight in the face, making Daniel take few steps backwards, tripping over the tub, and landing on his ass inside it with a loud bump and a whimper

Andy: Looked at Robert and me with a glare as I watched Evan turn to leave the room, but he slipped, probably in the sea of water that was slowly gathering on the floor from Robert's wet clothes

Evan: He slammed face forwards down on the tile floor, yelping out loud as he turned to his side and grabbed his left hand with his right hand, yammering from pain. And then I noticed it, a piece of glass had cut into the pillow under his thumb

Andy: Evan! Oh fuck!!! He quickly grabbed Evan's wrist and looked at Evan with worried eyes Hold still please!! What the fuck do I do here?!?! He looked desperately at me, Robert, Daniel, then Evan's hand A bit of fucking help could be useful here!!!!

Lenny: He suddenly came bursting through the open door What's going on? Is everyone alright? I heard Evan screaming?! He quickly noticed the glass in Evan's hand Oh… I guess that would explain it. May I? He nodded at Andy and the hand

Andy: Yeah… I… he hesitated few seconds then let go of Evan's wrist

Lenny: Hmm… okay he turned Evan's hand a bit it looks bigger than it is, I doubt you will need stitches, and I know you aren't much for hospitals… I can get it out for you and clean it if you want? He looked questioning at Evan

Evan: Grunted and hissed from pain

Andy: Do it dad… please!!

Lenny: Alright… he smiled soft at Andy do you have a tweezer here somewhere?

Andy: He nodded and quickly found the first aid kit in the closet under the sink, handing it to Lenny with shaky hands Is he gonna be alright dad? He looked at Lenny with anxious eyes and pulled his mohawk nervously. It had been a long time since I last saw him do that, which explained well just how much this was messing him up. And it was partially my fault.

Lenny: He's gonna be as good as new sweetheart, relax. I have pulled all sorts of things out of your body when you were kid. Always climbing trees, getting splinters in your hands and feet. He chuckled softly and grabbed a disinfection spray, spraying it lightly on Evan's hand.

Evan: Moaned out in pain

Lenny: Sorry darling, I'll try to be more gentle. He smiled softly at Evan, and stroke his cheek a single time Alright, I'll remove the glass now. Luckily it's mostly out of your skin, it didn't cut deep, so it shouldn't hurt much. Just take a deep breath, please.

Evan: He nodded softly and did as Lenny told him, and I watched him cringe as Lenny pulled out the glass carefully

Lenny: Alright, it's over. I'll just spray it a couple more times to clean it, and put a small bandage on. As he was done about a minute later, he smiled softly at Evan You're all good again now, smile darling.

Evan: He grunted and glared at Lenny

Lenny: What's wrong? He slowly got up, and as he did he seemed to notice me, Daniel and Robert… quickly connecting the dots between me and Robert. Ahh… he frowned softly Andy… will you please get Evan to bed? I'll clean up here.

Andy: But dad…

Lenny: Andy… leave. I had never seen this face on him before, it was very firm, and I feared what was to come next. Daniel, help them downstairs and then go home.

---------Andy's point of view------------

Daniel: He didn't say anything, he just quickly got up, and helped me support Evan as we walked downstairs, in the kitchen, George was drinking some water

George: Oh, what happened? Are you guys

Andy: Don't ask! I shook my head and nodded towards the third floor, and then the roar met my ears

Lenny: WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU TWO THINKING?!?! WE USE SO MUCH TIME AND ENERGY TRYING TO FIX EVERYTHING FOR THE BOYS LAST NIGHT, AND THEN TODAY YOU DECIDE TO TEAM UP IN THE SHOWER?!?! TWO GROWN MEN, ACTING LIKE TEENAGERS!!! I couldn't hear what the answer back was, but the second time my dad yelled, it was even louder I DON'T REALLY CARE ROBERT! THERE'S JUST THINGS YOU DON'T DO UNLESS THERE HAS BEEN GIVEN SOME SORT OF GREEN LIGHT!!! YOU SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!!! SO MUCH TIME WASTED ON PATCHING THINGS UP WITH YOUR KID, AND THEN YOU DO THIS?! WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING HERE??!!

Daniel: Andy… let's go! He started dragging Evan towards the stairs

Andy: I quickly nodded agreeing and we all three fled downstairs, Evan and I quickly crawling up in bed, both of us only wearing boxers, so we were getting chilly

Daniel: I'm sorry if I in any way caused all of that. I'll leave before I mess more up tonight.

Evan: Please stay!

Andy: I looked at him concerned Are you sure?

Evan: He sighed deeply Yeah… I'm fine. I mean he sighed deep I could just really need a joint, and Daniel is the joint holder.

Daniel: He quickly grabbed his joint tin and threw it to Evan Take what you need, I'm sure you don't wanna look at my face right now. I really fucked up royally this time, so I'll just be next door if anyone needs me.

Evan: He frowned and sighed softly I would like you to stay. Please. He padded the bed next to him and sighed softly

Andy: Are you sure? I smiled at him softly

Evan: Yeah… I just need peace around me, please. I just can't deal with any drama. I just wanna lay down, with my mate, and relax he smiled at me softly and lit the joint

Andy: My stomach tickled as he called me his mate and I smiled bright, planting a soft kiss on his forehead

Daniel: Looked at us hesitating, then took off his hoodie, letting it dump to the floor, kicked off his boots, and then he crawled into bed, next to Evan, grabbing a joint and lighting it. Then quickly handing it to Evan.

Andy: We were just done smoking as Congo came down the stairs a bit hesitating, walking up to the bed rather shameful Evan… I eh… I had nothing to do with it. He was just suddenly there. But… your dad was very drunk, and very lonely I think… I don't think he really thought it through…. it just, happened.

Evan: He sighed softly and got up on his knees, reaching towards Congo, grabbing one of his hands gently Hey… can we just pretend it didn't happen, please? My brain is way too tired to deal with this… and that was before the joint he chuckled softly Besides we're good.

Congo: He smiled softly Are you sure?

Evan: He crawled a bit closer, planting both his hands on Congo's cheeks, caressing them softly This is how sure I am. He leaned in slowly, and planted a tender kiss on Congo's lips

Daniel: Eeeey he smiled cheekily and bit his lips

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and shook my head

Daniel: What? Not allowed to say eey any longer?

Evan: He smiled softly at Congo as he let go of him I didn't assume you had anything to do with it, and I kinda expected my dad to be very drunk to end up like that… so everyone is forgiven. I just…. can we just not talk about it, please? I don't want it replaying in my head… and I don't wanna see him right now either. I'm afraid I might just throw up. Sorry, not that there's anything yucky about you. But it really grossed me out! I mean… you and I… and then you and him… it's kinda like sharing…. he frowned deep

Daniel: Woah woah woah!! Does this mean you two fucked??!?! HA! I knew it!!!

Andy: I slapped his forehead No they didn't, not that it's any of your business. And this was your only warning. Next time you let your mouth run, I'll kick you out in the dog house to sleep! Is that understood? I glared at him and chuckled hoarse

Daniel: Yes master! He grinned wide and I could feel his boner against my butt cheek as he turned to his side. This was going to be a long night!

#unicornmanes #Sparkle Diamondsheart #Sparks #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Danny Rook #Ruby Darling #Congo Shaw #Robert Thompson #Evan Thompson #Leonard Cullman #Lenny #George Cullman

[kaelleid]

Izzy Fic Recs (July 3-9th)

My favorite of the Izzy fics that I read the week of July 3-9th. See other weeks here.

Take a Breath by fakegeekboy (Izzy & Jim)

“You don’t know a fucking thing about me,” Izzy says, finally turning back, and something in his eyes makes Jim stop talking...

this is not harmless, you are not breathing by Chrome (Izzy & Ed)

“Edward Teach is dead.” Jackie lifts her own glass. “God rest his soul.”

The Betrothment (or Your Eyes Could Steal a Sailor from the Sea) by stonefoot (Izzy/Spanish Jackie)

In which Jackie indulges an impulse.

if you'd only asked me by toxic_androgyny (Ed/Izzy)

“I’m all over you, Iz,” Blackbeard whispers, and in the mirror his palm spreads across your chest. “You don’t own a single bit of yourself. They say a man’s tattoos and scars tell of his history– but yours tell the history of me."

cut your little heart out by shatteredhourglass (Ed/Stede/Izzy)

It doesn't sink in until he's back on The Revenge, until he's staring aimlessly out at the dark seas with his hands on the wheel and Ivan asks him where Frenchie has gotten to, that they’d wanted to use him as a practice dummy for the new throwing axes they’d taken from a pirate ship that Izzy has already forgotten the name of...

not time's fool by givemebaretrees (Ed/Stede/Izzy)

After an incident during a raid, Ed finds himself splashed with a substance that makes the entire crew fall in love with him. Everyone seems to be falling all over themselves to get their captain's attention, except Stede, who's just as in love with Ed as ever. Will Buttons be able to make an antidote before anyone embarrasses themselves too badly? And why's Izzy so much angrier than usual, anyway?

All Those Stars Both Silvery and Golden by jessclare (Ed/Stede/Izzy)

Stede Bonnet, who’s not exactly Dad of the Year material, brings his daughter onboard the Revenge for the summer. Izzy Hands turns out to be not just a competent first mate but an excellent father figure as well.

lover, don't leave my bed by endofmessage (Ed/Stede/Izzy)

The next night that he's invited back to their quarters, he stays the night...

Dessert First by ItsClydeBitches (Ed/Stede/Izzy)

The result of their monthly visits to Jim's Nana was a generous stock of fruit, more than enough to share even if Stede hadn’t been inclined towards good manners. That was natural for the Gentleman Pirate, yes? So it was nothing at all to offer Izzy the last of his orange, wrapped in an embroidered silk handkerchief to keep his fingers clean...

#izzy hands #israel hands #ofmd #ofmd fic #ofmd fic rec #fic rec #went back through my tabs and read some older stuff this week #cut your little heart out is fic of the week #the betrothment is also sooo good

[elsanna-shenanigans]

August Contest Submission #8: Freefall awaits the brave

Words:  ca. 6,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: no Content: drug use

Elsa remembers in most vivid detail the first time she laid eyes on Anna. The dusting of freckles on her cheekbones only highlighted the warm golden hue of her sun-kissed skin and the sparkle in her bright blue, nearly but-not-quite teal eyes. She’d smiled shyly at her and had gotten a wide grin in return and just like that, they had clicked. In the midst of the wedding they were attending the two darted off into their own little world, talking about their shared love of horses and manga. 

“No way! I loved Sailor Moon when I was a kid! (said as though she weren’t still a fucking child) I had no idea you could get the mangas.”

Elsa had nodded vigorously and glanced down as Anna had clasped her hands around hers before looking back up to her luminous smile. 

“I brought some along with me. Maybe we can get our parents to meet us up tomorrow?” 

“I’d love that!”

And Elsa had thought she’d love that too. 

“Did you know there’s little tidbits with their birthdays and star signs and they align with their planets?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like. Every sign has a dominant planet, and the Sailor senshi’s planets align with the dominant planet of their star sign!” “Oh cool! What’s Pisces?”

“Michiru! Sailor Neptune”

“Yes!! She’s my favourite.”

“When is your birthday?” “February 24th, and you?” 

“January 28th, so I align with Haruka,” Elsa responded a little too proudly, as if sharing a star sign with a fictional character lended her the same powers. “I can’t remember the ones in the mangas I have with me, but maybe we can read them together?” 

Anna had acquiesced and Elsa had had no doubt that if she’d had a tail, it would’ve been wagging. She could only imagine her excitement tomorrow at rediscovering one of her favourite series in the way it was meant to be enjoyed, not through the lens of some censored, westernized dubbing. 

Until then however, they’d had barely held it together to sit through the cutting of the cake, pestering their parents until one of them was allowed to go sit next to the other. They’d exchanged whispered secrets and quiet giggles under their breath through the toasts and by the time the first dance began, there was no convincing them to dance with anyone else than one another with the insouciance only a 12 and 13 year old could have. Only once the cringe-y uncles cha-cha’d their way onto the dance floor for the electric slide did they steal away, unsupervised from underneath the tents and had gone back to where the service was held, benches left overlooking the short cliff out to the sea.

They’d sat down together, holding hands with Anna’s head resting on Elsa’s shoulder as they stared at the moon rising on the water’s horizon. 

“The moon looks amazing,” Anna had whispered and Elsa had smiled a little with the confident wisdom of someone who is about to lay some knowledge down.

“It’s the stars you should be looking at. You can always count on the stars.” 

And Anna had nodded, as though accepting this as some deep wisdom from the cosmic mysteries of the universe. She probably hadn’t understood what Elsa had meant per se, but she’d understood the intent and their connection had made that largely enough.

They had bonded, and they’d had little doubt it would be for life. They’d however had no inkling of just what that’d mean, even as they remained together under the watchful eye of Ursa Minor and the unmistakable shine of Polaris, until their parents later found them half asleep.

###

The next time Elsa and Anna had seen each other was not during a Spring wedding but rather during a Summer vacation in Prince Edward Island. The red sand was admittedly pleasing to look at but they had both found themselves with the same problem: both had been in their “alternative” phases with Elsa adopting a goth aesthetic and Anna an adorably fierce punk look, neither of their clothes fared well on the beach. Aside from being swelteringly hot, the grains clung to the heavy fabric of their respective garments and they were constantly dusting themselves off.

Anna was uncharacteristically silent at first but she did not need to be asked twice when Elsa invited her under her parasol, which she had at the time pretentiously insisted on referring to as an ombrelle, stating that the lace edgings warranted the French name. 

From behind their sunglasses they’d peered at their families and the rest of the world, somewhat longing to go out and play in the water, but also not wanting to collect tan-lines like the commoners in their classes at school, and god forbid they look un-cool or pedestrian.

They’d found other ways to entertain themselves however, with stolen admirative glances at one another, their gazes occasionally meeting and holding for a brief moment too long before they’d pull away, blushing. 

Elsa could have looked at Anna all day. 

Eventually they’d caught up and by the time everyone had returned to the beach house for the evening, they found themselves in what appeared to be the study of the rental, with a massive bay window, looking out to the sky. Elsa watched, captivated as Anna gave herself an air of self-assured dignity in how she perused the bookshelves looking for something interesting or intriguing they could discover together. That night she found a graphic novel they started together and read through to the end.

They repeated this little ritual nightly, sometimes bringing the books back to the shared guest room with the two twin beds they had been assigned.

“It just makes sense to have the two of you there,” was the explanation given by their families and on rare occasion they found no arguments from either girl. On the last night of their vacation, Anna was browsing the library once more and paused in front of a book entitled Stargazing for Amorous Souls which at the time Elsa should’ve known was tongue-in-cheek but aged 14 thought was like, so deep. Naturally, Anna pulled it off the shelf. 

When they opened it, they found a guide for casual observers, broken down by season and constellation types, and what type of activity and tools if necessary suggested for a magical and romantic star gazing experience. The pages with spicier suggestions were given a curious glance before frantically being turned away from as they leafed through the book. They got to the Summer section, and decided they wanted to try and find the so-called triangle, formed by the stars Deneb, Vega and Altair. 

They grabbed a picnic blanket and snuck out into the yard, laying down side by side with nothing but the soft song of the estival nightlife, the crickets and frogs, and the occasional flashing of the fireflies’s glow competing with the stars above. 

With Elsa’s cheek pressed against the side of Anna’s head, they tried to use the tips outlined by the book next to the star map. They could find and identify several other constellations on the way, but the trio of stars eluded them almost completely up until the moment where they started to give up.

“Is that it?” Anna pointed asked quietly.

“Where?”

Her hand felt warm as Anna laced their fingers together and raised her hand leaning over to create a line of sight and point towards the star.

“See… I think that’s Aquila,” she whispered breathlessly, as if not wanting to interrupt nature’s song. “So, that must be Altair which…”

“Means that must be Vega, and that one has to be Deneb. You’re right! You finally found it Anna!” 

It was too dark for Elsa to see the blush on Anna’s cheeks in response to the praise, but she heard the contented sigh as their breathing steadied, and they soon fell asleep again.

Unbeknownst to them, their absence would cause a mild panic inside as their parents looked for them, and they barely stirred as they were swooped up to their feet and ushered back inside to the guest room with the two twin beds. 

The book was wrapped in the picnic blanket and forgotten in the study.

###

It was a little over a year to the next time they’d seen each other. Mid-October, their families had gathered for Thanksgiving weekend invited by aunt Gerda to stay at her lakeside home in cottage country, nestled within a forest of gold, red, brown and orange. It was idyllic and spacious, although perhaps not quite enough spacious for all their relatives and as such it was suggested to maybe get a second, smaller rental not too far away.

When Elsa’s parents had volunteered, she’d begged to stay with aunt Gerda, as Anna had stood beside her holding her hand in support. “Heck, Anna and I can share an inflatable mattress on the ground if need be,” had been her impassioned argument. Her parents had shrugged and told her that wouldn’t even be comfortable but that didn’t matter. She just wanted to spend as much time as possible with Anna, and the sentiment came with an urgency to it that she couldn’t explain. The mere thought of being torn away from her when she were so close made her practically feral in response.

So they’d gotten their wish, and luckily for them, aunt Gerda just happened to have an inflatable mattress. She thought it was sweet, she told them, that they didn’t want to be separated and it made her smile to see them love each other so much - after all they were family. “And if you take good care of your family, they’ll be there for you through thick and thin.” 

Elsa wasn’t too sure about family in general, but she could feel in the deepest recesses of her soul that where Anna was concerned, at least, that statement was true. Perhaps it was again knowledge bestowed upon her from the stars they’d looked at together or perhaps it was some cosmic certainty that she just knew they’d be there for each other their whole lives. 

That night they’d shared the single-size mattress that was inflated and set up for them in the basement with little blankets to speak of. Elsa was not entirely bothered by the cold but she could feel Anna shivering. She felt an impulse to turn around and spoon her, felt a pull to cuddle her but something felt different and she hesitated, unsure if the gestures would be welcomed as they’d had when they were younger. They were older now and the thought of wrapping her arms around Anna’s waist made her feel a warmth at the pit of her stomach and a tingle in the nape of her neck. 

It seemed preposterous and as unsettling as it was, Elsa finally found a compromise by scooting a little closer to her to share some of the body heat. In retrospect, it would seem absurd to be concerned about personal space when the mattress was so tiny to begin with that there was no personal space to be had at all. 

She could hear Anna’s breath hitch a little and she bit her lip to try and stifle any sound, even whilst knowing she was awake, not wanting to disturb her or somehow interrupt her in the process of falling asleep. Anna turned around to look at her, smashing that theory and they exchanged a quick, timid smile, studying each other’s faces for a moment. Elsa noted how her cheekbones were now better defined, her bow shaped lips were a light dusky pink, and the freckles that had dusted her face so generously when they were younger, were now more modestly scattered. 

Her eyes however retained that intense, near-hypnotic, nearly warm turquoise blue even if in the darkness her irises appeared more greyish than anything, she could still imagine it clear as day. When Anna finally closed said eyes, a smile still lingering on her lips, Elsa let out a little sigh, her mind racing thoughts she didn’t want to really be having, thoughts she laughed off mentally before tossing and turning.

It was a long night with very little rest for Elsa, but never once did she think of being anywhere else, in any other bed but there. 

The next day as they sat together at the breakfast table, Elsa was humming softly as she was spreading butter and strawberry jam over her toast, when Anna was the first to bring it up.

“Sorry, was it just me or?” 

Elsa looked up at her with a quizzical expression, interrupting her gesture.

“What?”

She stammered a little as she tried to get a grip on her words.

“I just… I mean… Like last night. It was a bit cold.”

Elsa promptly glued her gaze back down to her toast resuming her spreading, her ears feeling hot and chuckled, a little nervously.

“Yeah, sorry. I noticed you were shivering and wanted to spoon you - then thought ‘but what if that’s weird? She’s my cousin’ so kinda just huddled.”

“Aw… I was kinda hoping you would but felt it would be weird to ask.”

They both looked at each other and simultaneously said the exact same thing: 

“For the record that wouldn’t have been weird!” 

They both blushed with a wry little smile and looked back down at their breakfast plates. 

Next time, they both thought but laughed it off and played it cool. 

The day had gone by as charmed as their time together had always been, although Anna was always trying to sneak away. Elsa admired her temerity and her fire, and could only respond by looking the other way and letting her lead her down the path of trouble when she first produced a joint. She coughed like no tomorrow and claimed not to really feel anything but started thereafter to question her reality.

It didn’t really matter though, because it was one more thing she got to share with Anna.

By the time the evening rolled around, they were stuffed full with incredible cooking from their ridiculous thanksgiving meal and they’d notified the family they were heading out for a walk by the lake. Dressed warmly, they took a stroll with the light of the Moon reflected on the water illuminating their path. They found a rock to stop by and noticed the stars somewhat dimmed by the moonlight in the ripples of the otherwise quiet waters which caused them to look up. There, next to the shimmering crescent they could make out some of the constellations best visible at this time of year in the Northern sky. 

They found Pegasus after some searching and both reminisced over their shared love of anime and horses, which brought up Anna’s current favourite show.

“Have you heard of The L Word?” 

“No…”

“It’s really good… I think you’d like it.” 

“I’ll look it up when I get home, maybe I can rent it?”

“Oh forget about that, don’t you download your anime?”

“Yeah but I guess all the websites I know are anime-centric.” 

“Fair ok. Let’s add each other on MySpace and I’ll send you sites ok?”

“Okay!”

Elsa’s face had brightened just enough to rival the Moon.

###

Two years passed without the cousins seeing each other as they navigated the throes and heartbreak of adolescence, Anna back home in the States and Elsa remaining in Canada. Their lives moved on without each other actively in it, even if Elsa’s thoughts drifted back to Anna from time to time. Every now and then Elsa would check MySpace for new pictures and the rare message from Anna. They most certainly never forgot each other… but life went on and they remained in the periphery of each other’s minds. 

Until one fateful yet otherwise unremarkable night.

Elsa had awoken with a start. She’d dreamed of a walk through the snow in a world where no one but she and Anna remained. The snowflakes fell gently around them like swirling feathers and the air was neither crisp nor cold, just pleasantly cool. Anna had been holding her hand in the dream, walking slightly ahead, then suddenly had stopped, turned around and smiled before leaning in to kiss her. 

Flustered as she had opened her eyes, she blushed reflecting on it. What the actual fuck? Why would she dream of kissing her cousin? She ignored the tingling sensation in her lips and loin, concerned it might further unsettle her if she paid it any mind, especially as she googled what it could mean.

She relaxed once she read it was common to have these dreams about relatives and was simply a subconscious manifestation of caring for them. 

For a time she gave no thoughts to it again, waving it off, until Anna’s family came up for Christmas that year, reuniting them for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. Anna was as gorgeous as ever, her hypnotic eyes were framed by a perfect cat-eye and her self-assured smirk wisened with the experience of one who gets what she wants. 

Just as she had been every other time they’d met, Elsa was smitten. 

When Anna had hugged her, embracing her arms around her neck, her heart had beat just a little faster and she had felt warmth that blossomed to the toes and the tip of her nose. 

“Aw look at that, you’re still shorter than me!”

“Shut up, or I will outgrow you out of spite!”

Just like that Elsa was back at ease, as if picking up exactly where they had left off. They’d looked at each other smiling as they’d pulled away, taking in each other, noting the ways in which they had changed, and the ways in which they had not. Elsa noticed the silver ring with a shimmering stone that flickered from one colour to the next.

“That’s a pretty ring, what is that, an opal?”

“Yes, it’s-”

Elsa raised an eyebrow as Anna paused with a goofy smile before continuing what she clearly was excited to share.

“It’s a promise ring. My girlfriend Cass gave it to me because she started college this year… I fucking love her, we’re going to come up to Canada and get married some day.” 

Thoughts and emotions burst out of the gate in a cacophony of chaos within Elsa’s mind as she tried to process the load of information she’d just received. Shock, excitement, joy, anxiety? Anna was in a relationship, with a woman, an older girl whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life with… she was clearly open enough about it to her parents. Did the rest of the family know? Suddenly the suggestion of watching the L word retroactively made sense… She had thought at the time that Anna must have suspected Elsa was gay and indeed, Elsa had come out to her mother to little consequence but had kept it from just about everyone else. Worried her silence would be misinterpreted if dragged on for too long, she allowed the spirits to move her to speak.

“That’s… wow. Congrats! How long have you two been together?” 

“It’ll be one year next month.”

“I’m impressed. But weren’t you dating that dude… sideburns, what was his name again?”

Elsa saw Anna’s expression sour as she pursed her lips and knit her brows, her voice rather flat as she responded.

“Hans. Yeah I was, then he broke my fucking heart. Cass would never.”

“Well no offence but I thought he looked like a giant fucking douche and judging through the sense of MySpace comments you deserved better by far.” 

Anna’s face relaxed into a smile again and she blushed a little.

“Well… thank you. What about you?” 

“Ah you know. There was a girl. She didn’t feel the same way I did.”

She saw Anna straighten out and immediately pull her into a hug, wrapping her arms around Elsa’s midsection and burying her face in Elsa’s neck.

“Oh, Els. Fuck her. Or like don’t because anyone who doesn’t see how fucking amazing you are doesn’t deserve the privilege. I mean look at you goddamn gorgeous, kind, intelligent, funny, sexy thing you.” 

Elsa was glad Anna couldn’t see the blush creeping up her face as she hugged her back.

“Aw, thanks Anna.” 

Their hug had lingered and she could feel her cousin’s heart beating just a little quicker against her rib cage, making her smile as she melted into the touch.

When they had finally parted, Elsa had regained some of her composure, and certainly returned to her standard colour (i.e sans blush). She gestured towards Anna’s bag. 

“Come on, I’ll show you to the room. I’ve also got a little something for you.”

Holding hands, they’d gone down the hall to head towards the basement. They’d paused at the top of the doorway leading to the stairs when one of their parents called out.

“Girls, you won’t forget that we are planning on tobogganing all together right?”

They simultaneously shouted out yes, and as Elsa was about to start her descent, Anna softly held her back.

“Wait.” She had looked up quizzically at her cousin who sported a smirk paired with a dangerous gleam in her eye. She was gazing at something just over Elsa’s head which caused her to follow her line of sight and suddenly everything in her went cold as she saw the mistletoe sprig. Nervously she’d tried to laugh it off.

“I’m afraid to inform you that we are first cousins, not kissing cousins.”

Anna had remained undeterred apparently wagging her finger with her free hand and tut-tutting at her.

“Nah ah! We are of Scandinavian descent, it is paramount we respect the mistletoe.”

Elsa had thought she might die as her heart sped up the moment Anna leaned in, only to drop suddenly when her lips brushed sweetly against the side of her cheek, just missing the corner of her mouth. 

Anna pulled away and Elsa must’ve had a deer-in the headlights expression because her younger cousin burst out laughing, smirking at her triumphantly thereafter.

“Hmph.”

“Aw c’mon, I was just fucking around. Love ya cous’!” 

As much as her racing pulse had felt immediate relief when Anna didn’t actually kiss her, there had been a teensy tiny bit of something else at the back of her mind, and she shuddered the slightest bit as she remembered the dream. Promptly, she turned around and practically pulled Anna down the stairs with her, wanting to get to the bedroom so she could give her an early gift and they could resume their nice, normal, family holiday. 

They had entered the guest room and let go of each other’s hands with Elsa heading towards the backpack she had left on the double bed they’d had been assigned to share. She unzipped one of the inner pockets, rummaging through it before she pulled out triumphantly a soft black case with reinforced sides. 

“Since I knew you were going to be crossing the border, I got you some premium Northern Lights. I even pre-rolled some for you,” she concluded, producing a joint and holding It up to show her neat handiwork.

Anna’s face lit right up and she practically had launched herself at Elsa, planting another peck on her cheek and hugging her.

“You glorious, majestic unicorn! Wanna go for a walk?’

“Yeah, preferably before we have to go tobogganing.”

“You know what else we should take while on our walk?” 

Again, the dream had flashed in her mind’s eye and Elsa looked instantly at Anna, silently willing her to finish her statement so she could stop thinking of kissing her damn cousin. Anna pulled a bottle of Advil out of her messenger bag, and dug out a couple clear capsules filled with a whitish powder.

“Coming from a long line of WWII smugglers, I felt it was my duty to get some Molly past the Canadian authorities.”

“I could kill you for putting yourself at risk because then I wouldn’t get to see you, dummy.”

Elsa lightly pinched Anna’s waist in what had been a half hearted attempt at scolding her, but all that did was earn her a squeal and retaliation in the form of a tickle before Anna sprinted off to the other side of the bed.

“But,” Elsa continued, “I am excited for what’s about to be the best Christmas ever.” 

“I think you mean, a gay Yuletide, perhaps.”

“Shut up!”

And she had laughed setting back down the case trying to chase after Anna around the bed. Anna had crawled on top of it, snatching the joint and darting out of the room for Elsa to catch her if she could. 

They’d made it back up the stairs and gotten their boots and jackets, promising to the rest of the family that they’d be back on time for dinner and tobogganing. They were told that the woods around the cabin had marked trails but to be careful not to get lost and to have back up flashlights so as not to strictly rely on their phones.

As soon as they were within safe distance from the house, Anna took a lighter out of her pocket and grabbed the joint Elsa was handing her.

“So I’ve heard Northern Lights was amazing. Did you try it?”

“Yeah, it’s… an experience, definitely a new favourite.” 

“Oooh, damn girl, don’t oversell it or I’ll be disappointed.”

“You won’t.”

Elsa had made that last statement with so much confidence and assurance that Anna had stopped what she was doing briefly, raising her eyebrow at her with an expression that conveyed pleasant surprise. She watched her stick the end of the joint in between her lips, bringing the flame up to the tip and inhaling deeply as it was set alight. They’d then began their walk for real, slowly settling into a stroll when they’d felt the effects of the weed taking over.

At this time of year the days were so short that the sun would set sometimes as early as 3pm, and though they were a couple of days post-solstice, the days hadn’t truly gotten longer yet. 

They’d walked mostly in comfortable silence, holding hands in spite of the cold, occasionally rubbing each other’s hands with their thumbs to keep warm. They’d decided to skip the Molly for now, and then had talked a little bit about how much they had missed each other. Anna told her she’d finally joined Facebook, and Elsa had immediately said to add her. After all, MySpace was starting to lose popularity and neither of them had really continued using it.

By the time they realized they should probably start making their way back home, it was snowing gently, and Anna was walking slightly ahead. Elsa’s heart had started beating like a kick drum as frame for frame it looked almost exactly like her dream. She tried to convince herself she was making it up as a product of her inebriated mind, but even as the morning light of sober clarity would later shine on her, she knew it was the same. 

A part of her wanted to see where things would go and what would happen, another part was far too nervous.

“You know, it’s funny, but a few months ago I had a dream exactly like this.”

Anna stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at Elsa eyes wide, and brows slightly furrowed.

“That’s so weird… because I had a dream like this too.”

They looked at each other and Anna shook her head. “No, you first.”

Elsa had swallowed thickly and shrugged a little trying to detach herself from the situation, or at the very least the emotion of the situation. 

“Well, we were walking like this, treading snow at night. You were walking ahead of me like you were just now, holding my hand and it was snowing the same big, fluffy, feather flakes that it is now.” 

It was then she noted that the snowflakes in question were beginning to form a crown on Anna’s bright auburn hair. She looked positively mystical, like a vision come to life and her breath caught in her throat slightly at the sight, her lips parting on their own. 

“And then?”

Butterflies wreaked havoc in the pit of her belly as she had considered telling Anna or not about the most salient point in her dream. She didn’t want to make things awkward or weird. 

“How about you tell me about your dream and I’ll see if it matches up.”

She noted the perfectly groomed brow that Anna had raised up before she’d cleared her throat.

“Fine. It was the same dream, except obviously from my point of view, I was walking ahead, we were holding hands, snowflakes, etc.”

They had looked at each other, Elsa having gone completely still as she anticipated in bated breath for the rest to come. 

“And then?” She’d echoed back at Anna who looked at her and seemed to hesitate as well. 

“Let’s count back from three and say it at the same time to make sure neither of us is fucking with the other ok?” “Okay.”

In spite of having acquiesced she’d wondered how they were going to manage with how stoned they were. Maybe this wasn’t even real, maybe this was a dream? The Northern Lights had began wrapping her up in a glow of good feeling. She inhaled deeply, focusing on the pleasant sensation of the cold air on the skin of her face for a moment and she let out another deep sigh, reopening her eyes.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

“3… 2… 1: We kissed.” “And then we kissed!” 

They stared at each other awkwardly, but not as incredulously as one might have expected, with Elsa’s suspicion having been confirmed. The silence lingered between them and Anna took a hesitant step towards her. Elsa offered a quick smile, unsure on what to do or how to react, unsure of what she wanted in this situation. The allure of the dream and the memory of the way her lips had tingled when she’d awoken called to her like a siren’s song. Her body wanted to cave in to the magnetic pull between them, especially as Anna took another step and closed the distance between them. 

Elsa had trembled, though not from the cold, as she felt Anna cup the back of her neck, then had brought their two faces closer together. Her blood was pulsing through her veins so hard and so fast she could hear it buzzing in her ears as she felt her heartbeat reverberate to her throat. Their eyes locked together and she had waited for Anna to close the gap. Waited for the kiss of her literal dream.

The kiss never came, as their phones started to ring, startling them and causing them to jump a few feet away from each other, as if their spellbound trance had been suddenly brought to an end.

She got to her phone first, it was her mom. 

“Yeah, we’re almost back, we will be there in a few minutes. Yeah… my snow pants are downstairs in the room, would you mind grabbing them for me? Mhm… thanks mom.”

The device beeped as the call hung up and Elsa let out a sigh. 

“So, I guess we had a visit on the astral plane, huh?” 

Anna offered a quick little smile and a nod. 

“Kinda cool. Now I’ll know that when I dream of you, you’re really with me, in a way.”

They resumed their walk and had laced their hands back together. They treaded in silence through the trails, the snow muffling all sound, effectively leaving them in their own little world. Ultimately however the moment had passed, and there was no more mention of their shared dream - or the kiss in it.

When they’d later arrived back at the chalet they had promptly gotten their snow pants on and grabbed a toboggan which they - like everything else it seemed - shared and rode in tandem. The sensation of wind rushing by them had been enhanced by Anna’s good friend Molly, crossfading into the effects of the Northern Lights they had smoked. The world felt warm in spite of the cold and each time they’d gotten to the bottom of the hill they’d pause and look up at the night sky, the myriads of stars now visible. 

They’d finished yet another descent and were just laying there on their backs with Anna resting her head on Elsa’s chest, and her back on Elsa’s hips. The weight felt pleasant to Elsa and she was momentarily distracted from the stars until Anna raised a gloved hand, pointing diagonally away from them. 

“Look, I think that’s Aries. Isn’t it your moon sign or something?”

Elsa had chuckled with genuine glee, but before she could respond, a flash of colourful light struck the sky, the aurora borealis manifesting itself for their viewing pleasure.

Yeah, something like that.

###

Each encounter had a significance that was, to Elsa, a prism of memories to cherish and that which she valued beyond all measure. 

Especially as the years had gone by and she now found the urge to spend as much time as she could with Anna, even if it was only sporadic trips down to New Hampshire, whenever she was allowed to borrow her mother’s car. Anna had moved out at the age of 18 with Cass before the latter broke her heart and left her for some blonde bitch she called “Zelle”, and it had taken everything for Elsa not to track down these people and give them a piece of her mind.

As they’d gotten older, their relationship had only grown in ambiguity. They had recurring dreams of one another and would text each other briefly, thanking each other for their time on the astral plane, most of it surrounded by serene tranquility. They’d dropped hints yet had never spoken of the time they’d nearly kissed again. 

They may as well have, however. One time Elsa had come out of the shower to find Anna standing halfway dressed, jeans and bra on and she’d felt the urge to embrace her from behind. Anna had leaned back into her touch then tilted her head to softly kiss the side of Elsa’s neck. 

It had left her with so many questions when she’d driven back home, but in that moment it made sense. In that moment it felt right, and like it didn’t really matter what the deeper intent was. They were cousins, and they were close, it wasn’t weird, right? Not that she dwelled on the fact that these moments and instances only ever happened in the intimacy of their shared time with no witnesses. Nor did she dwell on the fact their lingering touches, their allegedly platonic neck kisses and their morning cuddle sessions were always away from the prying eyes of Anna’s boyfriend, Kristoff.

It had taken a most innocuous of incidents for them to revisit that unfulfilled kiss from years ago. Now 23, Anna had completed her GED but had not gone on to college, instead working full time at various jobs. Elsa had continued to visit her a couple times a year, sometimes more and it was one such morning on her way to work Anna dropped Elsa off at one of her favourite forest trails. 

They’d turned to face each other as Elsa leaned in to hug Anna and give a kiss on the cheek goodbye, they realized they were leaning in on the same side. They course corrected simultaneously to the same, opposite side before finally adjusting and somehow landing right down the middle, lips against lips. 

Elsa felt a jolt of electricity (and judging by her reaction, Anna must have felt it too), as they both started giggling before settling for a hug. She hurriedly exited the car so as not to delay Anna further but started off down the trail running her fingertip on her lips where she so clearly still felt Anna’s. Her heart was beating just a little too fast and she pulled out her phone, caving to the urge to address it. 

Elsa: guess we really are kissing cousins now huh��

Anna: :P ;* 

Elsa walked the rest of her trail a little faster than she normally would have. 

When they’d ended up alone later that night, they kissed again. 

This time, it was deliberate and braised in the flames of the slow burning desire that had inhabited them both for years. 

They’d been sitting on the porch under the moonlight, sharing a nicotine vape when Anna had reached up, softly stroked Elsa’s cheek, then leaned up, closing the gap from lips to lips. Elsa thought her entire body would burn up into a molten star and she had responded fervently. They stayed like this, tasting each other’s lips, drinking each other in as soft mouths melded together until wordlessly Anna straightened out, parting them. She took Elsa’s hand and pulled her up from her seat and pressed her body up against hers, kissing her again, hard, hot but brief.

Elsa let out a quiet little gasp, as they parted a second time. She started looking up to see Polaris straight above them and she smiled, causing Anna to follow up her gaze and realize just what she was looking at.

Whatever this was, it had been years in the making, all the moving parts in the cosmos pushing and pulling until they’d ended up right here.

You could always count on the stars indeed.

#elsanna #August 2022 contest #prompt: Cosmic #submission #cw: drugs

[deepuknownyouth]

Pirates

My game is about Pirates in fact you play as one setting sail to the se to take on other pirates in epic ship to ship combat. But what is a pirate? What are there goals? Why do they do what they do? And are they still around to this day? well I thought I would do One very in-depth blog post on what Pirates are and the effect they have on the world as a hole. Or the effect they did have on the world as a hole.

What are pirates?

Well, let's start with a simple definition of the word "Pirate." The definition reads, "an act of robbery or criminal violence by ship or boat-borne attackers upon another." The first recorded incident of pirates was in 14 BC when a group known as the Sea People threatened a group of sailors on a ship passing through the Mediterranean Sea. The group that threatened them and later attacked them were known as the "Sea People," and they came from Turkey. Now, I wish I could say they had some sort of deep and interesting reason to do this. Maybe they were poor or from a bad background, and while that may well be true for a lot of them, these pirates seemed to just like stealing, killing, and robbing as their way of living more than just doing any other form of normal work at the time. They acted more like raiders than anything.

So, in short, pirates were often people from a poor background who would join a crew, get a ship, and set sail for the sea, stealing anything they deemed theirs on the ocean. They would often be villains to the people they were robbing and even sometimes engage with each other in naval battles for each other's goods.

Life On The Sea

Okay, so we now know that pirates were poor people from disadvantaged backgrounds who thought they had to take to a life of stealing to make their way through life. But what was life actually like for pirates on their ships? Well, let's just say it was not all the gleam the movies may show you. Pirates often had to live in quite poor conditions and could catch many illnesses and diseases, including scurvy, mosquito-borne diseases, infectious diseases, and gangrene. These could often kill many pirates on a ship, and not to mention the fact they would fight each other for supplies, gold, and treasure. And then add to the fact that they would be in constant danger of countries' navies going after them, such as the British Empire, who would take down any pirate ships they saw. Pirate battles weren't really a fun battle but more of a brutal and rather bloody battle that would end with you on the floor of your ship dead from a stab wound or a cannonball or at the bottom of the sea.

Are Pirates Still Around Today?

A short answer to this is: Yes. Yes, they are. While they don't still have swords and big old pirate ships that shoot out cannonballs, they do have guns and speedboats. Pirates today normally still operate around the Caribbean and African seas where they try to board ships for their supplies and valuables. Pirates now are nowhere near as effective as they were hundreds of years ago; however, they still try to take on large cargo ships and take what they can.

Fun facts Why did pirates often wear funny hats? Well, they are not actually anything really special, not at least like what people describe them as. Pirates who wore "funny" hats were often just the captain of the ship, and they did this so their crew would know who was in charge.

Pirates didn't often have hooks like TV media will tell you. If a pirate had a peg leg or a hook on his hand, they would have had to have had a very good doctor who saved them from whatever injury they sustained and a lot of money to pay for a leg/hook.

Pirates did, however, have parrots. Not because of the same reasons films will have you believe, but more as a sign of their power and in some rare cases as a way of stealing things without others knowing they did it. They would also keep them as a lucky charm of some sort in some cases.

Pirates never really wore eye patches; this was more of a made-up thing in media. However, in some very, very rare cases, they would, whether this be to scare others or because they really did only have one eye, some, and I mean some, had black eye patches.

Pirates did not always have a cross and bones on their sails; sometimes, they would just have a normal white sail until they were very close to their enemy ship so they could quickly change when they were already in range to strike their enemies. This was a very smart pirate tactic.

#dc comics #ts4 gameplay #dc universe #games #game review #videogame #gaming #youtube #video games #multiplayer

[galaxycunt]

I Can Be Anything

1.5k words of silly little fun 😙 I promise

Listening to this while I wrote it hehe

A loud heckle cut through his story, “bull fucking shit, man!”

Buggy snapped his head in the direction of the woman pounding back beers two seats down. She didn’t look much older than him, carrying herself like she had decades more experience. Laughing, she rested her head in her palm like she expected him to do something about it.

”I’m new in town so I’ll let it slide that you don’t recognize me at first, sweetie.”

“Oh,” she smirked, “didn’t know the circus was in town. My bad.”

Buggy was leaning into his appearance, still didn’t appreciate the comparisons. But if this bitch was looking for a fight, she’ll get one.

”That’s right, it’s me. Buggy the Clown. The Genius Jester.”

”My mistake,” she stood up to curtesy, “my sincerest apologies. Didn’t realize you were the king of the clowns.”

The pirates in earshot laughed at his expense. A fight it is. Buggy gulped the last of his bottle, yanking back her hair. She yelped with a surprise, he couldn’t tell if her cheeks were flushed from the drink or something else.

She was pretty, long hair separated into two braids, tattoos of a career sailor, rope burns branded into her throat. All that admiring left him distracted, the woman stamping on his foot.

”Next time I’ll cut that hand off!”

”Oh yeah? Well listen up cu-“

”-oi! You two break any of my nice antique stools, I break your skulls. Got it?” The bartender cut in.

”Look at the guy, Jim. He ain’t scaring me,” she winked.

Buggy decided to brush her off, but she wouldn’t stop pestering him. Every time he told a joke, she laughed loud and sarcastic. Buggy was here to find a crew, stealing a ship and making a name for himself. Every time he approached someone, she was there.

”He’s gonna lead you straight to the depths, he can’t even get his lipstick to stay!”

”Oh, Stevie, don’t go. Sea Kings don’t like clowns, they taste funny!”

”Marines gonna make your sentence be performing for the troops. Fate worse than death!”

Every single time, a shit eating grin while she got drunker. Buggy just about had it, not wanting to leave and let her win. He sat back at the bar, face buried in his hands. Next thing she said, he told himself, he was going to put her in her place.

”Cigarette?”

”How about you fuck off before I smoke you!” it sounded better in his head.

Her eyes widened, “if you wanted your lips on me, should’ve just said so!”

His cheeks burned with anger and embarrassment, “shut up! Shut the fuck up!”

She stared at him, blowing smoke in his face. As he opened his mouth, she smacked him hard. Buggy flew into a rage, fists flying as he straddled her. A huge mistake, she kicked him right in the groin. As she returned to her seat all smiles, his hands dragged her back down.

”Holy shit! His hands!”

Buggy dragged her across the barroom floor as she struggled, attempting slice something. Cursing as his body put itself back together again.

Buggy dragged her to the back alley behind the bar, reveling at how disheveled she looked now. Disembodied hands picked her up, feet not touching the ground so they could be eye level.

”No one, and I mean no one, fucks with Buggy The Clown.”

”Devil Fruit, huh? Kinda cheating, don’t you think?”

He enjoyed watching her squirm, “since when do pirates fight fair?”

”Touché,” she said butting heads.

Still no use, his hands in an iron grip as he writhed on the ground. She kicked his ribs for good measure, hands finally letting her go.

What a funny little clown.

The woman had a good laugh at his expense, unaware that Buggy was right behind her. He hit her over the head with his fists.

“What did I fucking say!”

”Ow! Fuck! Alright, alright!”

They sized each other up, she couldn’t take down a devil fruit user so easily. She was going to take a shot at it anyway, she wasn’t a coward.

”What’s your name anyway?”

She smiled, “Mad Dog Mara. Bet you heard of that.”

He did, the pirate who survived a hanging, killing the marines involved. So mad, she did it twice.

“Join my crew.”

”You fucking with me?”

”You scared away your competition, what else is a man supposed to think?”

”I only join real crews.”

A knife flew past her, “I’m a real fucking pirate. You’re looking at the fucking king.”

She charged at him, Buggy bracing himself. Their knives dug into flesh at the same time, his torso separated, hers did not.

“Right on, Buggy The Clown.”

He didn’t pull the knife out, “holy shit.”

She smiled, “upstairs I got a room. No need for a doctor. If you really ain’t gonna kill me.”

Carefully he picked her up, carrying her bridal style up to her room. Buggy knew a few tricks, using the first aid in her room. She fought a lot, the box littered with dried bloody fingerprints.

“Cut the top off, ruined anyway.”

She watched him work, with a gentleness he didn’t give her before. Her heart jumped up her throat, maybe this was it. Funny way to go, a clown to match.

”Don’t be like that, you survived worse.”

”Hm? Oh yeah, just gotta breathe through it. That’s all.”

He nodded, cleaning the wound as best he could. She felt the need to make a joke of the whole thing, she wasn’t used to someone else helping her out.

”Not the way I wanted you to take my top off,” she smiled at his red face, ”You’re new to this aren’t you?”

”Nope.”

”Is that right?”

He nodded, “served on a crew. My whole life. Went my own way at 15. Didn’t look back.”

He said the last part quieter, like he didn’t fully believe it himself. She knew that all too well.

”Hand me that bottle, I’m ready for the stitches.”

He let her squeeze his arm as he worked, “how’d you survive that execution?”

Her eyes glossed over, “rope broke the first time. I was there for hours. I prayed to whoever wanted to listen, ‘wasn’t I a child of this world? Don’t I deserve to live too?’ And then it broke.”

”And the second time?”

”I like you Buggy, so I’ll let you in on my trade secret. I kept a whistle in my throat. Lets me breathe.”

”Huh.”

She smiled, “what’s it like? Eating that fruit?”

He frowned, not answering her for a moment. He bandaged her up, taking a swig of her bottle. Watching the liquid pour down her throat, the way it moved as she gulped.

”It tastes like shit. A little unfair in the end, all those wonderful powers made useless with a few splashes of water. Some pirate I am.”

”Made it this far.”

”Yeah.”

They stared at each other in a comfortable silence. He was drunk, on the booze and adrenaline, finger grazing her skin along the bandages. Her breath hitched, pulling him closer by the elbow. He had long lashes, fluttering like butterflies. She never seen a man look like him before, and he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

Like magnets, they pulled closer together. She could blame the day on this later, she needed him closer. Mara thought she should end fights like this more often. His fingers grazed the wound, a little concerned how good her whiny little moans sounded to him.

“Join my crew,” he said between kisses, “be my first mate.”

Buggy watched her squirm beneath him with stars in her eyes, it made him feel like the spotlight was on him. Relishing in the attention.

”Sure. As long as you keep doing that, right there.”

He was burning up, a spell cast upon him. She could make him do anything. The room was on fire, he needed to reach his release but he drew it out longer. His head spun, his brain catching up with him.

He helped her clean up, and change into something clean and dry. Carefully they snuggled up together. Buggy kept telling her their next plans, Mara threw out a few people she figured would be a good addition to his ship. And then they planned to get a bigger one.

”I’ll make you my queen, that I promise.”

”Unless I find it first, then I’ll be the king, right?”

“So I just sit around looking pretty?”

”You already have better hair than me. Why not?”

He laughed, “whatever you say, baby.”

Buggy waited for her at the dock, she insisted she would just need a check up with a doctor and would be ready to sail. He waited hours, unsure of where the doctor would be. The sun was setting, he went looking for her.

The doctor wouldn’t look him in the eye, his office showed signs of a struggle.

“Where is she? What happened?”

”Marines. Undercover.”

Buggy’s eyes widened. He needed to save her, by any means necessary.

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x oc #buggy x you #Spotify

[fritzllang]

i was tagged by @pianodoesterror to do this! thank youuuu

tag 9 people you want to know better/catch up with.

last song: brandy (you’re a fine girl) by looking glass

last film: angel heart with mikey rourke. weird and spooky noir detective story. don’t know if i recommend

currently watching: nothing really. but i just finished HBOs chernobyl

currently reading: the song of achilles and raymond chandler’s farewell my lovely

currently craving: THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE. and a burrito

i tag (sorry if you’ve already been tagged, and no pressure!): @nephrosoupp @tombowline @flexmartian @basterd-avi @theanonymousplayer @sewerfight aaaand thats it i guess

#the brandy song is because i have a modern fitzier au in my head in which they are two cinematographers working on the same project who #hate each other's guts and francis walks in on the wrap party and james is very terribly karaoking that song #'your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea' well you know.... #anyways im talking to much #tagged #meme

[mara-xx217]

I just love how you write Trickster! I was thinking, we saw hi as naga, but what about him as a siren? 👀 You know, with the whole kpop star and all. Maybe something were the reader is a sailor, he starts singing to lure them but they don't react? He'd be like 'what the-' so he starts following their ship, gaining an obsession for them until the right moment comes and he captures them and, you know, nsfw ensues😩 thank you, and good day/night/morning! ❤

Ohhh a siren suits him rather well, doesn't it? 👀 Ngl, I do like writing our boys as monsters... Maybe I'll do it more in the future? ��

Warnings: Graphic Description, Obsessive/Possessive, Monster, Voice Kink?, Kidnapping, Rape/Non-Con, Somnophilia, Injury, Marking

There were always old wives' tales involving the sea. Men being attacked by something or another, creatures stealing people away, driving them mad, or whatever else a person could think of while out at sea for long strokes of time. You just shrugged it off. It's just stories. Cautionary tales so men won't go drinking while fishing, so they won't accidentally go overboard and drown, widowing their wives or orphaning their children. Nothing crazy ever happened at sea, as far as you can tell. Other than the changing of the weather, it's all rather subdue, nothing like the constant warnings of... something in the water luring men to their demise.

It's only the bottom of a bottle that's getting them in trouble... It was easy enough to shrug off the concerns. Nothing ever happened out there to you, personally. Nothing at all. Well, then again... No, it's definitely a trick of the mind, when you think you hear something out there. The wind or the cries of gulls that are distorted and washed out by the constant waves... It's nothing- Well, what else could it be? You're miles out at sea, and there's not a boat in sight. It's nothing at all. Why would you even consider that it could be a person, much less a sea monster? You didn't even register the clear signs of something had crawled into your boat, leaving behind a few stray scales that glistened even in the weak overcast light, or the scratches that were dug nearly an inch deep and three inches long on the side, or that the hairs on your neck refused to lay calm or the feeling of overwhelming dread that eventually consumed you whole when something from behind pushed you forward, before you felt a sharp blow to your temple then nothing at all...

...it wasn't fair.

Ji-Woon never cared about humans. He sang, they followed, they died. It's how it was- how it should be! But you? You broke that cycle. You didn't react to him- never did, no matter how close he was or how loud or how intense he sang- you ignored him. It angered him. It enraged him! How could you- a mere human!- just... ignore him like that?! There was rage, yes, but there was something else there, too.

Infatuation.

You were always at the forefront of his thoughts; all the long nights of tracking you, fulling intending on dragging you to the depths until water filled your lungs and the light would leave your eyes; but he never did. Somehow, your own voice- your weak, shrill human voice- had Ji-Woon enthralled from the moment that he heard it over the thrumming of the ocean and his own, echoing song.

Was this what the humans he killed all felt in the moments before their demise...? You talked to the gulls, the ocean, herself, yourself- even your fishing rod! It should have disgusted him, made his ears ring and head ache to hear a human voice! But not your voice. It was so sweet, dare he say... angelic? He is a monster and should be feeling these things towards prey, but gods below, he needed you to be his. And unfortunately for you, you don't get to ignore him this time.

Between your concussion and the constant sound of dripping water, you wanted to vomit- not even considering the fear that had latched onto your throat in a vice grip, much like the cold and almost sticky body that was embracing you from behind. Clawed and webbed fingers toyed with your clothing, puncturing the fabric with hooked talons and idling picking at lose strings, uncaring of the damage being done to your unfortunate garment. Did it know you were conscious? Perhaps not, though maybe it doesn't matter at all.

It was testing the waters, so to speak. Occasionally lifting your shirt and prodding at your abdomen, testing your skin, your fat and muscles. Sometimes it briefly placed its palm on your stomach, then quickly pulls away, as though surprised by something. Before long, it grows bold. Now stroking your skin, it suddenly envelopes you in some sort of mock hug, crushing you to its chest with enough force to squeeze the air out of you and make you involuntarily gasp and squirm, despite the painful protest your body gives you in response.

Through your soaked clothing, you could feel something pressing into the small of your back. It was barely noticeable at first, with those claws roving over your skin and making you flinch and jump taking all your attention, but when its hips began to roll against your own from behind, you nearly fainted. It didn't feel real- nothing felt real that that very moment. Like a bad dream, you couldn't move or make a single sound; only lay stunned silence as you were molested by... something.

That something was totally intoxicated with your whole being. Your scent, warmth, the texture of your skin... The sound of your whimpering... Ji-Woon didn't care to tear your clothing to ribbons. That thick and pesky jacket of yours was already discarded to the side, and the clothing you had on underneath were thin enough that his razor-sharp talons could slice through them with relative ease. Oh, what a sight you were to behold... Simply beautiful... He had to make you his and his alone. No one should have the right to even think about you and your stunning majesty, let alone hold you in their sights. Never again... Ji-Woon will make you his, so that you will never leave his side ever again.

Clammy skin against your, slick with gross slime that was chilly to the touch, you wanted to crawl out of your own skin with every deliberate graze and grope. Your chest was covered in a thin film that led a train down your stomach and to the hand that was dipping beneath the waistband of your pants. Breath hitching, you instinctively latched onto the offending wrist, but had no strength or dexterity to actual stop its descent down between your thighs.

It shouldn't know how to make you feel good, but it did. You were too sensitive, too reactive to every little bump and graze and stroke that it placed onto your sex. It shouldn't be so nimble, so gentle and careful- caring... You curled your knees towards your chest, shuddering in revulsion and unwanted pleasure. Maybe it is all just a bad dream... You fell while fishing and are having some sort of nightmare. It's all just old wife's tales and old legends... It did bring you some strange comfort, even as your pants and underwear were torn and something truly horrific was pressed flush to the curve of your ass. It's just a bad dream. Nothing but a terrible, terrible dream-!

You were so very, very warm. Too warm, perhaps, but that did nothing to deter Ji-Woon's need to claim you as his own. His mate... Mate... He sunk his teeth into yo-ur neck the same moment that his cock forced its way past your too tight entrance. He made sure that you had nowhere to go but back against him, pushing him deeper and deeper into you until you were crying out weakly in pain and writhing and squeezing on him until he couldn't take it anymore and he began to push into you at his own pace.

All the frustration that was felt towards you was released at once, though you didn't know that. You screwed your eyes shut and lied to yourself, promising that it would be over before you know it. You would wake up and somehow make it to shore and it would all be okay. You were nauseous, with a splitting headache and a shooting pain in your gut and your neck. Your hips and arm burned with the bite of sharp pinpricks that dug into your skin, breaking it and leaving bloody trails in their wake. Some hurt was replaced with burning pleasure, but most of it remained. You couldn't deny the throb in your core, nor the hand that you shoved clumsily between your legs in a bid to rush along your ever growing and much needed climax. You just needed some relief... Just a little more! A little more...! A-A little-...!

"H-Harder...!"

You mewled as his hips collided with your ass with a lewd, wet smack. It was shameful how you responded by clamping down on his cock and begging- "OH-! Y-YES YES-YESYESYESYESYES! MORE! MORE! THERE-! A-AHH...!!" The louder you screamed, the more he gave you exactly what you needed. This didn't feel like it was some sort of quick fuck of a thing trying to get off, it was more like a life-long lover fucking you like your lives depended on it. Did you faint in the meantime? Perhaps, though it was nearly impossible to tell, with how disoriented you were and how much pain you were in and how good it felt so deep inside of you. Something felt wrong inside of you; it was wet- too wet- and thick and sticky and disgusting and so, so good that it made you sick to your very core that was still throbbing and somehow needing of more.

It was a good thing that your coat wasn't completely destroyed; it was the only warm and intact garment that you had left. You barely registered that it was draped over you, but you grabbed it and wrapped it tightly around yourself regardless. The ache in your head and between your legs was unbearable, and all you could think about was how much you wanted to close your eyes and not be conscious anymore. Maybe things will be alright in the morning... It wouldn't be the first time you spent a night on the water. And it's rather calm at the moment... So, if you were to just close your eyes and drift off for a bit...

You didn't go home that night, or any other night after that. Your boat was found, but you were not. Maybe they got drunk and fell off their boat? Maybe the Siren got them? There was always talk, but no real evidence. Scratches could be just the usual wear and tear of fishing, an accidental drowning, or any number of things that could be explained away or ignored entirely. A siren? Really? Just an old wife's tale and nothing more. People die at sea, young and old alike. She's indiscriminate and will gladly swallow anyone whole. Why would you be any exception?

@prettycutebunny @gore-loving-whore @kennbb @cherrysodalite @dead-bxtch-walking @space-arsonist

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the trickster #dbd the trickster x reader #dbd ji woon hak #siren!trickster #dead dove do not eat #ask response