#before bursting into action and leaving his ship again

[oflgtfol]

whatever happened to the quiet no dialogue scenes like that in chapter 3 where din doesnt utter a word but we get to see his thought process on screen as he changes his mind and decides to go save grogu. whatever happened to the little show dont tell scenes like those. screaming into my pillow

#brot posts #mando posting #like NO din is not someone to externalize his thoughts and feelings #but that doesnt mean we get NO glimpses into what he thinks and feels?? #it just goes unspoken!! but we still see it in the way he hesitates and stares at the gear shift knob for a little too long #before bursting into action and leaving his ship again #he didnt say a WORD but the scene was directed so well that he didnt have to!! we still know whats going on in his head !!

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,057

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

Rating - SFW (Includes injuries involving flogging obviously.)

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

It's been a while since I watched these movies, so some things are not going to be super accurate. Just roll with it my lovelies.

Pushing Will aside (Y/n) stepped forward to face Davy Jones. "I will take his place." She stated suddenly, confusing both Will and Davy Jones. "You will take his place?" The Captain asked in bemusement, a amused smirk on his lips. "Yes." She stated confidently, shaking off Will's arm when he tried pulling her back. "(Y/n) what are you doing?" He hissed at her, again trying to pull her away, giving up when she shook him off a second time. "And why should I let you take Mr. Turner's lashings?" Davy Jones asked, several of his crew mates chuckling at the absurd demand. "Because then he'll actually learn his lesson." She stated matter-of-factly before continuing. "Will's a proud man, if you punish him, he won't learn, he'll only disobey you again, and the cycle will continue." (Y/n) allowed the Captain a moment to think before continuing. "But he's also a honorable man, and should I be punished for his actions, he'll think twice about causing trouble." She concluded, and she could tell Davy Jones saw her perspective. "Very well. The woman will be flogged." The Captain concluded, his men quickly grabbing her arms, and pulling her to the mast. "No!" Will argued trying to put a stop to this, he was grabbed by his father and only held back for a few moments before he broke away.

"You can't do this!" He shouted when he reached her, attempting to pull the crew members away from her. (Y/n) pushed them away and faced Will. "Don't." She warned, not fighting the men when they took ahold of her shoulders. "If you interfere, you'll only make this worse for me." She hissed at him, her serious expression turning to shock when the crew mates tore the back of her shirt open. "Captain get a look at this!" One of the guys barked with amusement, turning (Y/n)'s back to Davy Jones who stood with the rest of the crew. The crew burst into laughter, and the Captain chuckled in amusement. Her back bare to his gaze, Will gawked in astonishment at the sight, where over a dozen large scars littered her back. "It would seem this isn't the first time you've been flogged." Davy Jones mused, waving his arm for them to continue. "No no I can't-!" Will shouted when his father dragged him back by the shoulders. "Will you need to stop, if you keep this up, they will whip her to the bone." His father warned, and the young man went slack, knowing his words were true. "But shes- I-" Will muttered, cutting himself off as he locked eyes with her. "I know son, I know." The old pirate pat his sons shoulder in a vain attempt to comfort him. (Y/n) was shoved against the ships mast, her arms pulled around it, and bound tightly with rope. "She doesn't deserve this." Will muttered mournfully, his heart breaking at the sight of the fear building in her eyes. "She's a tough woman, she will be fine." Bootstrap consoled his son, releasing his hold on him, believing Will wouldn't do anything stupid or rash.

The first strike pulled a pained cry from the woman, and blood stained the deck, instantly getting washed away with the rain. Will couldn't control himself, when the second lashing came, rushing forward to comfort her. "Will don't!" Bootstrap shouted, but it was to late. Will stood before her, taking her hands in his, and resting his forehead against hers. One of the crew mates moved to pull Will away from her, assuming he was trying to free her. "Leave him." Davy Jones commanded, knowing Will wasn't trying to untie her, and allowing him to remain so close to her, knowing it would only hurt him more. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Will wept as she was struck again, and again. Her cries choked and breathless, the pain splitting across her back nearly unbearable. "I swore to protect you." His whisper was pained, as he peered into her watery eyes. "I'm so sorry I have failed you." He squeezed her hands, his own heart breaking at the sound of the whip crack. On the eighth whip crack, (Y/n)'s knees buckled and she fell slack against the mast. Will quickly moved his hands to grab the underside of her bent arms, and pull her to stand up straight. Knowing if she was hunched down, the whip was likely to strike her head, and the man wielding damned thing wouldn't care. "It's almost over." He tried to assure her, knowing the sentencing was only ten lashings. "Hang in there." He whispered, their tears mixing with the heavy fall of rain, foreheads resting together.

The ninth strike, and every muscle in her body shook from the shock, and pain of it all. The tenth and final strike came harder than the others, the force making (Y/n) crumble to the ground, despite Will's attempts to keep her upright. "She has the rest of the day to rest, but I expect her to be on deck working first thing in the morning." Davey Jones dismissed, the crew mates departing to go about their work, leaving Will to help (Y/n). "Take it easy, I've got you, I've got you." He murmured quickly untying her hands, and easing her into his arms as gently as he could. She whimpered in pain, clinging to his arms, her body still shaking from the shock and pain. "Easy firefly easy." He murmured softly, the nickname bringing a ghost of a smile to her face. "I'm okay Will." She murmured weakly, trying to stand on wobbly legs. Instinctively Will wrapped his arm around her back, nearly jumping away from her when she cried out in pain. She fell forward in an instant, and Will rushed forward to catch her in his arms. Now chest to chest, his hands rest firmly on her hips. Swiftly he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and buried her face into his neck. "I'm sorry, I've got you now." He whispered into her hair as he carried her below deck. Once they were below deck, and away from prying eyes, Will sat her atop a sturdy table.

"I need to clean your wounds." Will stated in a soft tone, slowly moving to unbutton her now ruined shirt. Moving slow enough to give her the opportunity to push him away, should she want him to stop. She didn't fight him, and allowed him to slide the shirt off of her shoulders. Gently he slipped the shirt from her arms, and tossed the ruined fabric aside. He kept his eyes locked with hers, as she sat before him, bare from the waist up. "Why did you do it?" He asked the question that had been burning in his mind like hellfire. "To keep you from causing any more trouble." She murmured, her words only making Will scoff. "Bullshit. Why did you do it?" He insisted. "Because it's what you do!" (Y/n) suddenly shouted as best she could, grunting at the pain in her back. "You protect the ones you love, no matter what it takes." She huffed before slumping forward. Despite the shock he felt at her words, Will was quick to catch her by the shoulders. "You..." He tried to gather his thoughts, a far away look in his eyes. "Forget it." She grunted, holding herself upright and turning her back to him. "My cuts need dealt with." She reminded him, and in a instant Will rushed to work. Carefully he cleaned each of the open wounds, unable to keep his mind from running a mile a minute. His fingers subconsciously tracing over one of the old scars, muttering an apology when she suddenly pulled away from him.

"What happened?" He asked in a soft whisper. (Y/n) chuckled bitterly, glancing over her shoulder. "The life of a pirate isn't an easy one... Especially with a brother like Jack." She muttered the last part so only Will could hear. "Your-?" He cut himself off, knowing if Davy Jones found out, it could end horribly. "He's reckless." She chuckled again. "Just like someone else I know." Will smiled softly when she glanced over her shoulder at him. "I never meant for you to get hurt." Will muttered as he prepped a needle and thread. "Yeah I know." She shrugged a little. "But I also know that what I told Davy Jones is true. Had it been you to get flogged, you would have ended up making the same mistake of pissing off the Captain of the Flying Dutchman." He hated to admit it, but he knew she was right. "And if I was the one to get hurt, you might actually take the time to stop and think, and maybe just maybe you'd learn to keep your head down." She continued, hissing when Will began stitching her wounds. "We can't just do nothing." Will said, trying not to sound angry. "Jack will come for us, we just need to bide our time." (Y/n) said in a soft tone. "Jack? How can he possibly save us? You heard what Davy Jones said." Will argued, trying to keep his hands steady as he worked on her stitches. "He owns one hundred souls... How can he possibly get one hundred souls?" Will's voice was mournful. "Do you know how Jack came to owe Davy Jones so many souls?" (Y/n) asked pain evident in her voice, making Will slow his work.

"To get back the Pearl." Will stated, and (Y/n) chuckled softly. "Eighty souls would have bought him the Pearl. The other twenty were for me." She explained, her words making Will still in his work for a moment. "You see when Barbossa staged a mutiny, and stole the Pearl from Jack, he kept me prisoner. Knowing full well how close me and Jack are, he wanted to rub salt in the wound." She sighed when Will washed away the blood that had spilled as he worked. "I died Will." He froze at her words. "When the Pearl went down, I went down with her. I drowned of all things." She chuckled bitterly. "Jack bargained for twenty more souls to bring me back." She turned to look at Will. "Jack is reckless, a little crazy, and sometimes a selfish coward... But he always comes back, he always does the right thing, and he does whatever it takes for the ones he cares about." Will smiled faintly at her words, she really believes in her brother, and for her he's willing to believe in Jack as well. "You know... Before you told me Jack was your brother, I thought you guys were a couple." Will smiled at the face she pulled. "But I'm glad to know you aren't." He added before kissing her cheek. "I-" (Y/n) tried, but Will cut her off, turning her back around to finish patching her up. "And I'm glad to know you love me back." He added in a soft tone, kissing the nape of her neck, smiling when she shuddered in response.

Once he finished patching her up, he took and wrapped her torso securely with wrappings. And with that done, he removed his shirt, assisted her into it, and buttoned it up slowly. "What about Elizabeth?" (Y/n) asked after a moment, having been unable to think about what he said. "I thought you loved her?" She added. "I thought I did too. That is until I met you." His knuckles brushed across her cheekbone. "How many times have you saved my life, or protected me?" Will asked with a smile. "You need it." She smiled. "Yeah I guess I do..." His smile slowly faded as he thought about what had happened. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through this, that I did this to you... I promise... I promise you I won't let this happen again." Will insisted, resting his forehead against hers. "You know that's what Jack always says, when he gets me into some crazy situation that risks life and death." (Y/n) mused with a grin. "The life of a pirate isn't an easy one, but luckily for me, I was born to be a pirate." She added, making Will smile. "You should get some rest, the Captain expects you to be working on deck in the morning." He helped her off of the table, laid back in the hammock, and pulled her gently to lay chest to chest with him. "Drink up me hearties yo ho." (Y/n) sang softly, a tired smile pulling at her lips. "Sleep love." Will encouraged her, kissing the crown of her head.

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[tamayakii]

Sub ghost drinking readers milk and grinding against her leg whilst calling her mommy? Love your work!

you know what just for you anon. i’ll pause my game of evade. (i don’t do requests much anymore but.. i’ll take suggestions like @sant-riley riley and @frogchiro, top recommendation tbh) sorry for the tag, will remove if u wish :}

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!!!

warnings: AFAB!reader, implied pregnant!reader with the lactation itself, Lacatation, sub!Ghost, Mommy Kink,

warm lips latched around your nipple, tongue lapping before suckling. You let out a strangled moan, hand cradling Simons head, tufts of brown hair caught between your fingers.

You didn’t think that the sight of your milk stained chest, black tank top darkened over your nipples, would make Simon go into a frenzy but it did.

You could say you didn’t expect it, but you’re smarter than that. With the way he was on your nipples nearly every night, dumping his load on your thigh or inside of your warm cunt, it unlocked a new, even softer, side of him.

“Baby-Baby- slow down—“ you try to calm the man and his feverish suckling, but to no avail. One hand cupping your left breast while his other hoisted your thigh onto his hip; forcing your other to slot between his strong thighs.

“Hun- Si- it’s not gonna go anywhere. oh!!” a noise of surprise leaves your throat when he nibbles, it makes your eyes roll back with a flutter. His mouth falls open as he rests his forehead against your collarbone, heavy breaths fan against your tit.

He’s almost shy with the way he gently ruts against your thigh, as if he wasn’t allowed to and he was sneaking this in. You scratch his scalp gently, encouraging his actions as you push your thigh against his crotch with force.

A shake in his knees followed with a deep groan before he latched back on and started to suck harder, milk spilling on his tongue, filling his mouth before he takes a large swallow. Nostrils flaring as he breathes in air again.

“That’s it baby, take what you need, mommy will give it to you” His hand on your thigh tightens as he grinds more slowly but deeply on your thigh, peeking between your bodies you spot a large wet spot on his gray sweatpants, right where the head of his cock sits.

“Need- need your pussy- mommy.” His voice is rough but dripping with need. You decide to be a little cruel, simple pay back to how sensitive he’s made your nipples with all the abuse.

“No. Cum on my thigh first.” He whines but complies. His rutting becomes faster, milk spills from between his lips and drips down his chin.

“That’s my good boy, so sweet to me. So sweet for mommy” You can’t lie and say your panties aren’t soaked, cause they are. Whatever spell Simon put on you when he first nursed from you, is still effective weeks later.

The air is hot and stuffy, your head spins as pleasure rocks through your body, like a ship at sea, taking the brute waves head on.

Simon grunts out a curse, before he practically humps your leg like a dog in heat, you look down, wanting to see him cum. He stills and suddenly the dark patch on his sweats gets bigger, quickly running down his length in dark gray tears, his cock twitches freely against the thin material. With each burst of cum came a twitch,

Simon moves again, riding the wave of his orgasm. He pants heavily, groaning when his cock aches for more, remembering the promise of your pussy plays on his mind.

“Good boy, You did so good.” His hand leaves your breast and trails down to your panties, tugging at the elastic. You can’t help but giggle,

“Okay big boy, you earned your reward.”

authors note: i don’t think Ghost talks much when he’s a sub, it’s a very vulnerable place for him, but when he’s dom? that’s another story

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[ghostofskywalker]

Truth Serum Isn't Real ...Oh Wait Kriff

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 17 of 31

Words: 1,154

Summary: After being captured by Dooku and completely under the influence of something you were injected with, some confessions (of the love variety) were made to your best friend.

Obi-Wan Kenobi Masterlist

Okay, the restraints around your wrists were really starting to get uncomfortable, and you were a little annoyed about it. Count Dooku was incredibly rich and currently had the unconditional backing of several wealthy and important systems who believed in the Separatist cause, and he couldn’t spring for slightly nicer cuffs? Come on.

And speaking of the ex-Jedi, he was standing across the room from you, glaring imposingly towards the doorway. Someone had walked in and injected you with some kind of clear liquid, and according to Dooku himself, 10 minutes needed to pass before whatever it was would take effect. You had been assured that it wasn’t poison, though if you were being completely honest you really didn’t believe them.

The grand separatist flagship was currently floating just outside the atmosphere of some Mid-Rim planet, and you were desperately hoping that one of your fellow Jedi would burst in to help at any moment. You had been outnumbered from the moment you made contact with the army, and even though you fought valiantly, Dooku’s power eventually took hold. The battalion of men under your command managed to get away, and you explicitly told your commander to leave you behind, because you knew it was the only way. He would certainly go back to the Jedi Council for help, and you just hoped that there would be someone available to do that.

Whatever you had just been injected with was starting to make you sleepy, and it would take a lot more energy than you currently had to be able to keep them open. As you felt your eyes close, you tried to reach out to your fellow Jedi through the Force, a last-ditch attempt to call for help. There was nothing you could do now, and you just hoped that you had not been forgotten.

***

It wasn’t until the ship entered hyperspace again did you open your eyes, and Obi-Wan could immediately tell that something was wrong. After receiving a distressed communication from Commander Grave, Obi-Wan had immediately jumped into action, and Anakin along with him. Together they cut through the swaths of droids on the ship and took on Dooku himself in combat, and Obi-Wan wondered if his former padawan knew the true reason why he was so worried.

You had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, and you helped train Anakin when he felt out of his depths, despite the fact that you were brand new to all of those experiences as well. His former padawan knew that you and Obi-Wan were close, and he knew that Anakin felt a familial bond towards you, but what he had never been able to admit was that the way he felt about you was not entirely platonic.

He had tried to keep his face even when the holo image of Grave appeared, and he began to explain what had happened. Obi-Wan tried to remain level-headed, but at the same time he didn’t care about protocol and procedure when your life was at stake. Anakin was thankfully on board with dropping temporarily pausing the assignment from the Senate to find and rescue you. They had met up with your troops, who were just as worried about you, and gave everything they had to help the two Jedi rescue you.

Your eyes, usually bright and inquisitive, now had a glazed look to them, and they fluttered open and closed at a concerning rate. Obi-Wan stepped closer to you, gently murmuring your name as to not scare you before you realized what was going on.

You let out an unusual noise, something that could only be described by Obi-Wan as the cross between a whine and a groan. “What happened to you?” he asked, wondering if you had any injuries he couldn’t see.

“Dooku,” you said, half whispering.

Obi-Wan felt like his blood began to boil, and he felt himself think some very un-Jedi like thoughts. “What did he do?”

“Heeeeeee-” you took a pause after holding out the word. “-injected me with some stuff that they said would take 10 minutes.” Your speech was definitely slurred, and to the untrained eye (or to someone who didn’t know the situation), it looked like you were incredibly drunk. “I thought I heard something about truth ser-”

“Truth serum?” Obi-Wan cut in.

“Yeahhhhhhh,” you said, at this point totally unaware of anything going on. Obi-Wan wondered if you even knew where you were or who you were talking to. “I don’t believe in that osik usually, but I think Obi-Wan does. I’ll have to ask him what he thinks, but I just have to be careful that I don’t tell him I love him.”

Well, that answered his question about whether or not you knew who you were talking to.

Obi-Wan’s brain stopped working right then and there, and he didn’t know what to say. That didn’t matter though, because it seemed like you didn’t register the fact that he hadn’t responded. “It’d be soooooooo awkward,” you babbled, staring up at the roof of the ship. “But the Jedi Code comes first, and I guess that’s how it will always have t-”

You passed out instantly, and seconds later the sound of soft snores filled the small area.

Obi-Wan was unable to stop his mind from racing as he walked back to the cockpit of the ship, where Anakin was staring out at the blue streaks of hyperspace as they passed by. “How is she?” he asked.

“She’ll be alright.” That didn’t seem like it truly could explain what just happened, but what was Obi-Wan going to say? He hoped that Anakin hadn’t heard anything, but he also didn’t want to actually ask him if he had. Anakin’s answer would be nothing but that Obi-Wan should talk to you, but he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to do that yet.

“That’s good.”

Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief, because it didn’t seem that Anakin was aware of the confession that just took place, albeit that it was one aided by something of Dooku’s creation, that addled your mind to the point of inebriation.

But of course, that relief was short lived.

As they touched down on Coruscant, and Jedi healers rushed in to move you somewhere safer, Anakin looked at his former master with a glint of mischief in his eye. “You know, you should probably tell her that you feel the same way when she wakes up,” he said as he stepped off the ramp of the ship.

“What are you talking about?” Obi-Wan sputtered, but Anakin was already out of earshot, clearly not waiting for a response as he hurried to catch up with Commander Grave.

There was no use trying to deny things at this point, and he knew that his former padawan was right. Now it was just a matter of overcoming his own worries and doubts.  

- the end -

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

How!! How about!! The Papyri and the S/O have discussed A Thing (doesn't quite matter what!) that the Papyrus wanted to do. The S/O discouraged the activity bc it was a bad idea but the Papyrus didn't listen for one reason or another and did The Thing, and now a lot of possessions and property is now destroyed, including many of S/O's own stuff. The S/O is very clearly upset (mostly, disappointed and sad, not really angry, borderline tearing up) but they take a deep breath, look to the sky, exhale, and wordlessly start to clean up and fix what the Papyrus broke without so much as looking at the skelly?

They just need a moment of silence to calm down, please? Just some silence? If the Papyrus keeps talking the S/O just bursts into tears, completely nonverbal as they try to keep their composure and some distance.

Thank you!! and have a great day!!

Undertale Papyrus - He keeps his distance, looking like a kicked puppy. He knows he messed up big but is unsure how to fix it. He cleans his corner silently, avoiding your eyes at all costs. He will find a way to make it up to you eventually, he always does, but that's not his proudest moment right now.

Underswap Papyrus - He leaves you alone and goes to isolate himself in his room. Honey will very quickly overreact, thinking you hate him now and that you don't want to see him ever again, and eventually, he's so upset with himself he starts to cry silently in bed. He's so stupid and clumsy, why does it always happen? He's going to need some comfort.

Underfell Papyrus - He can see he hurts you but he has his pride and stays where he is, stubborn, arms crossed. It would have worked if you hadn't stressed him out before and told him it would fail. That's clearly not his fault. He's frustrated but kinda feels guilty after an hour of you ignoring him and very awkwardly comes to apologize eventually, even though he's still frustrated.

Horrortale Papyrus - He knocks him off and quickly apologizes to you. When you burst into tears, he's a bit distressed, unsure if you want him to comfort you or not. Willow can't control his force, so yeah, he knows he messed up. He kinda decides to flee the house to work on the farm to let you some space, almost exhausting himself working just to avoid you, scared you're mad at him forever.

Swapfell Papyrus - Oops. You're mad. It happens quite regularly, as Rus never knows when to stop. He decides to quickly abandon the ship and escapes the house, hoping everything will magically get better when he comes home a few hours later. He feels guilty, but he's too much of a coward to face his actions immediately.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He immediately panics and goes to hug you, even though you reject him. Coffee has a huge fear of abandonment so he's kinda immediately panics and searches for your eyes to apologize. When you start to cry, he starts to cry as well because he messed up big time and now he's really not fine. He might runs to his room and locks himself in his cupboard for a few hours to calm down.

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[firefirefruit]

Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Eight

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Eight: The One-Eyed Marimooo

The world’s spinning. You physically can’t breathe. This boy’s whooping in your ear, screaming, “LET’S GOOOOO!” over and over again.

Fucking great. This is it. The end of your journey.

You’re being dragged upwards, a body of limbs flailing from impact. Riding the worst escalator you’ve ever been on. Going up. Up. Up. Up. And up – until, finally, you’re nearing the tip of your ascent.

The moon swallows both of your shadows whole like a voracious celestial behemoth, hungry for the spectacle it's about to witness, and there’s this one second where you and Luffy turn to each other, both flailing in the air.

Just for one second, there’s silence. No whizzing of air or the flapping of bodies, no screams of terror echoing into the abyss – there’s just silence.  

Then, you begin your descent.

As the two of you plummet towards the ship, the world speeds up in a dizzying blur of sea and stars and trees and darkness. Ice-cold fear courses through you, as you feel yourself steam in terror, and for a moment, time seems to stretch as if reluctant to witness the impending impact.

Great. This is the way you’re gonna die. Awesome. Well, thanks for everything, Gramps. You shut your eyes tightly, preparing for the sound of God to come thundering down on you.

“Here we go!” Luffy bellows, his voice fighting against the current of the wind. You snap your eyes wide open, undecided on whether to scream at Luffy or at death itself.

With a sudden twist, Luffy's rubbery limbs twang into action. He wraps his arms around you, forming a makeshift cushion against the gravitational pull – you can’t lie, it's a bizarre yet effective mid-air manoeuvre, and you can't help but marvel at the sheer fucking audacity of it.

The wind howls around you, and the world regains its chaotic symphony while Luffy's laughter cuts through the air, a mix of thrill and exhilaration.

And then, with a jarring but surprisingly gentle thud, you land on the Sunny's deck; it's as if gravity itself had a change of heart, deciding to be merciful at the last moment. The ship creaks under the sudden impact, but still, it holds firm beneath you.

Immediately disentangling yourself from Luffy's curling grasp, you stumble off into a direction, steaming with sheer terror and fury. Liquid nitrogen spreads from your feet like wildfire, chilling the Sunny into a post-apocalyptic landscape.

“Woah, woah, what’s goin’ on?” Franky exclaims, gaping at the smoke crackling across the Sunny’s body.

"THAT WAS AWESOME!" Luffy cheers wildly, his arms flinging into the sky. “Did you like it, Raya? Was it fun? You wanna do it again?”

You, on the other hand, are about to throw major hands.

"What. The. Hell, Luffy? What the actual fuck?” you seethe, each word punctuated by bursts of ice shattering beneath you.

"You’re tough, Swordsy. You took it well!" he grins, slapping you on the back with gusto. You stagger forward from the impact, each unintended step leaving frozen disc-like cracks into the floor.

“Raya! Stop moving!” Franky cries out, helplessly gaping at the glacial destruction of his beloved ship.

Arching an eyebrow at Franky's evident distress, Luffy shifts his gaze down to the deck. With a sudden yelp, he exclaims, "WOAH! Why's it snowing in this kinda weather?"

"It's not the weather, Luffy," Robin calmly remarks as she and the others begin boarding the ship. She observes you with a surprised curiosity. "It's Raya."

“But you’re a fire-user…” Sanji’s questions, a curious cigarette dangling in his mouth. His eyes flicker to the floor, staring at poor Franky who’s knelt over the damage, helplessly scraping his metal fingers through the mist. “Isn’t this liquid nitrogen?”

“Yeah, um…I ate the Burn-Burn fruit…” you quickly answer before looking down at Franky. Guilt washes over you as you realise the extent of the damage to his hard work. “I’m so sorry, Franky…I’ll fix this for sure.”

“Mmmh,” Franky responds miserably.

“What’s a Burn-Burn fruit?” Usopp pipes out, squidging his face in the small gap between Zoro and Robin.

Robin smiles at you, her eyes lighting up.

“You burn things?” Chopper cocks his head, crawling all over Zoro’s shoulders.

“Yeah – I mean, I’ve been using fire for my whole life, but I’ve recently been trying to…to burn things with ice…” your voice awkwardly falters when you and everyone else diverts their attention to the snowstorm on the floor, your face heating up – and because you’re aware that your face is heating up, your face starts to grow even hotter.

Fuck. You’ve been working on ice for months, and a single fucking fright leads you to unleashing frostbite hell. You knew it’d be too risky - especially with how closely your Burn’s tied to you and your feelings – but Gramps had insisted…

Well, at least you went with ice. At least you didn’t choose electricity…or, heaven forbid, chemicals…

You want to get stronger, don’t you? Gramps’ voice rings in your head like a persistent echo, urging you forward. Fear is a blockage of spirit.

You mutter to yourself, wondering how the hell to shut this man up in your head. It's a constant nagging now, always lecturing, always trying to sound deep and wise beyond his years and he's all so Wano-esque.

Maybe that's why Gramps doesn't complain anymore; he's living rent-free in your head, and he's probably loving every minute of it.

In a heartbeat, the urgent staccato of anxious heels reverberates against the wooden boards, instantly capturing everyone's focus.

"Out of my way!" Nami's commanding cry slices through the air, prompting Usopp and Chopper to emit startled yelps. They stumble away as a streak of vibrant orange hair charges through them like a bolt of lightning. "Raya! Are you okay?!"

"Absolutely," you respond with a wry smile, your sarcasm laced with a lingering adrenaline rush pulsing in your head. “Had a fantastic flight.”

Nami immediately swivels around to Luffy, seizing his head in a firm chokehold. “Don’t ever do that to people who aren’t part of your crew – you got that?”

Luffy, garbling in her grasp, still manages to force out a pout. “Wh – gah – why not?”

“I mean, it doesn’t look that bad…it kinda suits the atmosphere of my show, if you think about it ….” Usopp thinks to himself, tapping a finger to his chin. He stares at the ice cooling over the deck, then at Zoro straight in his eye. “Cold, brittle and painful to the touch. Juuust like the one-eyed marimooo.”

"Quit that," Zoro hisses, narrowing his eye at him. "I'm not here for your one-eyed marimo exposé."

Gramps Suki amusedly sighs whilst cleaning his hands with a rag. "Enough with the theatrics, already! Don’t you all have a party to host?”

“Yes! Let us commence!” Usopp shouts in his deep, theatrical voice, jumping on the stage with an air of intrigue and mystique. “Gather, my fellow comrades, and let us begin! Jester, play your most foreshadowing tune!”

Brook grins, and with a -- “Yo-ho-ho! I shall!” -- His fingers begin to strum dramatically across his guitar.

Luffy bursts into excited cackles, dashing to take a seat in front of the stage; Chopper's eyes light up with enthusiasm, and he tugs at Zoro's hair like Ratatouille. Zoro huffs, stumbling forward to gently place them both on the unaffected floor.

Usopp gestures everyone else to sit, and as they all obey his command, he raises his arms to begin.

Brook plays the opening to an intense heavy metal riff. Angular shadows crawl up onto Usopp's face like an army of black ants, moonlight shining a thin silvery trail across his silhouette. Then, he smirks.

“Now, let us unravel the story of the One-Eyed Marimo. Possessing three swords in his reservoir, he has no other room to consider fear…

“I don’t care what society says…” Usopp rasps in a Zoro’s low voice, his marked eye shut firmly as he scowls at the audience. “I’ve never regretted doing anything...”

The crew erupts into wild cackles, caught off guard by Usopp's spot-on impersonation of Zoro. Even Luffy’s rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach with laughter.

Nami shoots a playful glare at Zoro. "Well, it seems Usopp has you figured out!"

Zoro grumbles in response, feigning indifference, but there's a subtle twitch of amusement playing on his lips; Sanji, puffing away on his cigarette, can't help but grin at the accuracy of it all.

Usopp, revelling in the attention, continues the act with theatrical flair. "Strive to be complete with everything you have!" he mutters coarsely, mimicking Zoro's trademark three-sword stance. "No hesitation!"

In the midst of the laughter, Luffy, still rolling on the floor, manages to gasp out, "Let me have a go!"

With a burst of energy, Luffy propels himself off the floor and somersaults onto the stage, landing next to Usopp. His grin is infectious, and the crew watches in anticipation, wondering what kind of chaos Luffy's going to unleash this time.

"Alright, alright! Watch this!" Luffy declares, mimicking Zoro's posture with exaggerated seriousness.

Luffy slaps his hand to his forehead, his eye looking as narrowed and sharp as Zoro’s, scanning across the audience with apathy. Mimicking the marimo’s slouched posture and crossed arms, he lets out a half-hearted, "Mmmm. Where are those idiots? You idiots. Bastards. Stupid idiots.”

Nami, still holding onto Luffy's earlier attack on you, can't help but burst into laughter.

"You're an idiot yourself, Luffy," she remarks between fits of giggles.

Luffy continues with the impersonation, exaggerating Zoro's stern expression. "Why are we even doing this party thing? Shouldn't we be out training and getting stronger? You guys are all a bunch of slackers."

Zoro, trying to stop himself from smirking, mutters under his breath, "Idiot captain..."

Usopp, fake gasping, his hands slapped on each side of face, joins Luffy on the stage. "Hey, marimo, look! It's your fan club!"

Luffy continues his impersonation, now adding a comically serious tone, kissing his teeth dramatically. "TCH. I don't need a fan club. I'm just here because I want to be. TCH."

Nami, still holding her laughter from Luffy's antics, suddenly spots Chopper perched on Zoro's shoulder. With a devious grin, she strides over, seizing the opportunity for her own brand of amusement.

"I'm taking over, Swordsmen!" Nami declares with a sly grin, directing a mischievous gaze at Luffy and Usopp. With a swift motion, she grabs Chopper from Zoro's shoulder and cradles him in her arms, adopting the same serious expression Zoro has.

"I'm not a caring guy," Nami says, mimicking Zoro's gruff voice with surprising accuracy. "I don't have time for this fluffy stuff."

Despite her stern words, there's a playful glint in Nami's eyes as she proceeds to pretend to wash Chopper's back, combing through his fur like a loving father-figure. The crew watches, thoroughly entertained, as Nami continues the charade.

"I'm really not!" Nami insists, patting Chopper's head sweetly like he's a child. "Shut up, Chopper! I'm a marimo, not a babysitter!"

With a flourish, Nami pretends to spoon feed Chopper imaginary food, all while maintaining the serious demeanour of the marimo she's impersonating.

"Swallow your food like a man, Chopper!" she exclaims, channelling the essence of Zoro's gruff and no-nonsense attitude.

You burst into laughter, raising your eyebrow at Nami’s interpretation. “Didn’t know you were a father, marimo?"

"More like the guy who tells brats to stay off his lawn," Zoro retorts, slightly amused by Nami's depiction of him.

Chopper, for his part, seems to be enjoying the attention, giggling between bites of fake food as Nami continues her exaggerated impersonation.

"BUT WAIT!" Usopp roars, reclaiming the spotlight at the centre of the stage. "With every move he makes, with every swing of his swords, he bears every burden without a single complaint.. The glint in his eyes mirrors the strength with which he unleashes his fury upon his enemies...While we actors may be well-refined, only the true master, the One-Eyed marimo, can reveal the elegance of his three-sword style."

He dramatically extends his arm, pointing directly at Zoro. "One-eyed Marimo, step forward and grace us with your power!"

Zoro, still feigning indifference but with a subtle hint of amusement, rises from his seat and ambles towards the stage. Everyone holds their breath, curious to see if their stoic samurai is going to play along.

Usopp, ever the storyteller, encourages the act with a flourish. "Behold, ladies and gentlemen! Witness the formidable three-sword style of our very own marimo!"

Zoro, with a smirk playing on his lips, picks up three scrap metal swords from the barrel with practiced precision. The moonlight casts a silvery glow on the blades as he assumes a battle-ready stance.

Usopp continues his narration, his voice filled with dramatic flair. "The marimo's blades move like an intricate dance, a deadly ballet choreographed by the hand of a true master. Each stroke is a testament to his skill and determination. A fearsome whirlwind of steel awaits any who dare to challenge him."

Captured by the performance, you watch as Zoro gracefully manoeuvres the swords, each movement embodying the essence of his true prowess.

Well... You lean further against the ship’s banister, folding your arms in intrigue. Maybe you underestimated his skills a little bit…

Nami, still in her Zoro persona, crosses her arms and watches with feigned indifference. "Hmph. Not bad, marimo. But you still owe me money."

Zoro, not missing a beat, retorts, "I don't owe you anything, navigator. Keep dreaming."

As Zoro continues his swordplay, the crew, now fully immersed in the theatrical atmosphere, can't help but marvel at their powerful friend.

Usopp, revelling in the success of his storytelling, raises his arms for a grand finale. "And thus concludes our tale of the one-eyed marimo and his legendary three-sword style! A round of applause for our fearless swordsman!"

☽

Luffy, having kicked up his feet, sprawls over the stage, his stomach emitting audible growls that resonate with exaggerated hunger. He moans theatrically, a performance of hunger so dramatic that even the stars seem to take notice. The sheer anticipation of food makes him twirl his fingers, mimicking a culinary dance in the air.

Beside him, Brook lies gracefully, his skeletal form seamlessly integrated with his guitar. The moonlight casts angular shadows across his bony joints as he strums, creating a hauntingly beautiful harmony that intertwines with the soft pop melodies. His fingers move with spectral precision, producing notes that linger in the night air like echoes of a distant serenade.

Gramps and Sanji, side by side at the grill, are a dynamic duo in the art of cooking. The sizzle of food on the grill mixes with their laughter as they exchange culinary wisdom. Sanji, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, moves with grace and precision, mirroring Gramps's knife techniques. The rhythmic dance of flames and the clattering of knives creates a symphony that harmonises against the rhythm of the sea.

Gramps, with a twinkle in his eye, reaches into his pocket and retrieves a set of culinary knives, self-crafted with meticulous care. He hands them to Sanji, a gesture of appreciation for the true artistry that the cook brings to the crew. Sanji, looking at the knives with admiration, expresses his gratitude, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

Meanwhile, Zoro lies sprawled on the deck, a bottle of sake in hand. He drinks with a contented expression, lounging beside Chopper and Franky. The trio shares a moment of loud discussion and playful arguments, their laughter blending with the distant sounds of music and fire. Zoro, with a playful glint in his eye, raises his bottle in a silent toast to the night.

Over in a quiet corner, Robin and Usopp are deep into a board game showdown. Glasses clink, and laughter breaks out as they banter back and forth. Robin, grinning with confidence, seals her fifth consecutive win. She shoots a knowing look at a defeated Usopp, signaling that he's now on the hook for three vodka shots to make up for it.

Nami, reclining on the banister beside you, holds a beer in hand as she gazes at the stars echoing across the rippling sea. The soft glow of moonlight highlights her thoughtful expression; the atmosphere is serene, a stark contrast to the energetic celebration unfolding behind you.

You turn to Nami, and a small, comforting smile plays on your lips. The distant laughter and music provide a somewhat comforting backdrop to the quiet moment between you and Nami. As you nudge your shoulder against hers, a silent understanding passes between you two.

In the tranquil embrace of the night, you speak with a gentle hush.

"You okay?" you ask, concern threading through your words.

Nami, drawn from her contemplative thoughts, manages a smile that carries a hint of melancholy. "Yeah, yeah… It’s just – I was thinking… Are you sure you don’t want to join us?"

A subtle ache tugs at your heart. It tempts you; it really does.

You avert your gaze, turning your attention back to the vast expanse of the sea. The horizon, bathed in moonlight, stretches out before you, almost too perfectly serene against the gentle lapping of the waves.

"I have so many responsibilities here…and joining you guys would just be dangerous – I don’t…" Your voice trails off, leaving the unspoken implication hanging in the air. This idea of duty, a tether to the ship and its crew, makes you worry.

Nami regards you with understanding eyes, her own gaze drifting towards the horizon. The night carries a delicate balance of joy and solitude, and in this quiet exchange, the weight of unspoken worries and unfulfilled desires lingers beneath the starlit sky.

“I know…it’s just – the offer still stands,” she says, taking a huge gulp of her beer.

As you casually lean against the banister, soaking in the excitement, joy, and life of these people, your attention is drawn to your old man. A subtle tension rests in his arms as he attempts to force a smile, scanning the surroundings with suspicion.

That can't be a good sign. It's never a good sign.

“Hey Nami, I’m gonna go refill my drink,” you say, your eyes never leaving your Gramps.

You leave Nami on the banister, the rhythmic sound of the sea and distant revelry accompanying your steps as you approach Gramps. He's standing near the edge of the ship, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a watchful intensity.

"Gramps," you call out, your voice a soft murmur, trying not to draw attention. He turns towards you, attempting to force a reassuring smile.

"What's going on?" You raise a brow. "You're on edge."

Gramps looks at you, his attempt at a smile faltering for a moment. He places a hand on your shoulder, a mixture of concern and reassurance in his eyes.

"It's nothing to worry about, Raya. Just being cautious, you know how it is," he says, his voice low and measured. "We're in unknown waters, and it doesn't hurt to keep an eye out. But trust me, everything is under control."

You glance around, still sensing an air of tension, but Gramps' words, combined with the steadiness of his gaze, makes you hesitate a little.

You cross your arms, giving him a look. “Are you lying?”

Gramps meets your gaze, and for a moment, his eyes betray a flicker of uncertainty. He sighs, dropping his hand from your shoulder.

"I won't lie to you, Raya. There's... something out there. A...presence," he admits, choosing his words carefully. "But we're prepared, and I don't want you to worry. I will keep you and everyone else safe."

You narrow your eyes, the worry in your chest tightening. "What kind of presence? Gramps, be straight with me."

"I can't say for certain," he confesses, his voice a low murmur, eyes flickering to the others, then to you. "Until we have more information, I need you to trust me and enjoy the celebration. We'll deal with whatever comes our way."

Your arms remain tightly crossed, the unease settling in the pit of your stomach. You shake your head stubbornly. "I can't just ignore this. What if it's a threat?"

Gramps places a hand on your shoulder again, his eyes conveying a mix of warmth and solemnity. "Raya, we've faced countless challenges together, and we've always come out on top. I promise, if things get serious, you'll be the first to know. Right now, I need you to be with your friends. We'll handle this. Trust me."

You pause for a moment, studying him. Your eyes search his face, catching the flicker of a weary resolve in his gaze. Gramps, weathered by years of navigating both treacherous seas and the complexities of life, stands before you with a quiet strength. The lines etched on his face tell stories of battles won and challenges faced, yet in this moment, there's an acknowledgment that the current unknown carries a unique weight.

Finally, Gramps breaks the silence with a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder, his eyes conveying both a plea for trust and a promise of protection. The distant laughter and music from the celebration underscore the gravity of the unspoken exchange, a delicate dance between the duty to protect and the need to savour moments of joy.

"Go back and enjoy the night. I've got everything under control,” he whispers.

As Gramps' words hang in the air, a sudden shift in the atmosphere unsettles the night. The sea, once a serene companion, seems to murmur in a language of foreboding whispers. The distant revelry dims, and an eerie quiet blankets the ship.

You cast one last glance at Gramps, his weary but determined eyes meeting yours. The unspoken understanding between you lingers, the weight of secrets shared beneath the starlit sky.

"Then keep me updated. Please," you whisper, pursing your lips.

As you turn away, a chill crawls up your spine. The night, once full of promise, now grasps onto something else that eclipses the celebration. With a tinge of tension in your body, you walk into the chaos, the unknown presence lingering in the back of your mind, shaping the contours of the abyss that unfolds. The ship anchors itself into the heart of uncertainty, leaving you to navigate the shadows that dance on the edge of the moonlit waves – one that even Nami won’t be able to foresee.

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[venusvity]

DAY TWO OF THE TWELVE DAYS OF VENUS CHALLENGE ; weren't they together?

They were! I've brought back some of the most iconic and classic Venus ships for the 12 Days of Venus Challange! For the full day, you can interact with these couples, send them questions, request drabbles, make fun of them, whatever you want! It's all for fun! Here's to five years!

SHIP NAME: YOOCHAN THE SHIPPED: JUNG YOONAH x BANG CHAN CANONICALLY TOGETHER FOR: 4 YEARS

"I'm Baebi AKA Jung Yoonah the leader of Venus." "That's a new title," Chan teases, making Yoonah smile. "In this timeline, I'm the leader and Aki was never in the group," Yoonah explains to him, catching him up on their lore. Chan raises his brows in shock at the development but nods. He saw that coming now that he thinks about it. He lifts a hand to the camera, giving it a small wave. "And I'm Bang Chan." "And we're back together for the 12 days of Venus challenge!" The pair attempt to say in unison but Yoonah is too busy giggling to get in sync with Chan. He beams at her, trying to hold his laughter back but giggles manage to escape his lips as Yoonah covers her mouth. "We'll be here all day to answer all your questions, talk about our relationship, and maybe have a drabble or two written for us," Yoonah tells you in her best idol voice. Chan nods along with her words before he starts to speak. "Just address your ask to us and we'll answer it! It's that simple." Yoonah nods, giving a thumbs up before quickly hitting Chan's bicep when an idea hits her, sitting on her knees with an excited smile as she makes one half of a heart. Chan chuckles at her excitement but finishes her heart, starting to laugh as Yoonah waves excitedly to the camera. "Happy almost 5 years!" DRABBLE ASK GAME FOR YOOCHAN! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ SEND YOOCHAN A QUESTION HERE!

SHIP NAME: JARK THE SHIPPED: KANG JIAH x MARK LEE CANONICALLY TOGETHER FOR: 10 MONTHS

"What's up I'm Jiah." "I'm Mark." He throws up a peace sign when he says his name. Jiah can't stop herself from side eyeing that little action, curling her lips in to stop herself from laughing at him already. "And we are..." Both of them trail off, avoiding eye contact but not out of malice because they both know they'll start laughing if they look at each other. Jiah clears her throat, shaking her head as she slowly raises her hand to cover her eyes. Mark turns his head away from her, a few chuckles leaving his lips he tries to pass off as laughs. "Our ship name is so stupid," Jiah finally says, making Mark burst into loud laughter that has her cracking up as well, her signautre booming cackle filling the room. Both of them are bent over, Jiah leaning into him as Mark bumps his head against her's, making Jiah squeal cutely. With a swift cut, Mark and Jiah are sitting next to each other, fighting back giggles still. "And we're Jark-Fuck-" Jiah covers her mouth when she starts laughing again. Mark starts laughing again as well. "We're here...Man, we're here and we're Jark." Mark laughs at his own bit, looking at Jiah for approval as he laughs. Jiah hits his arm through her laughter, head falling back in amusement. Another cut occurs and the pair finally look put together, Jiah tilting her head with a smile. "And we're going to answer all your burning questions for the 12 days of Venus." "So, send them in! Keep us entertained!" Jiah nods at Mark's words, giving a finger heart.

DRABBLE ASK GAME FOR JARK!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ SEND JARK A QUESTION HERE!

SHIP NAME: JOHLOE THE SHIPPED: CHLOE LEE x JOHNNY SUH CANONICALLY TOGETHER FOR: 6 YEARS

Chloe and Johnny sit in silence for a few beats before Chloe clears her throat, looking around with her eyes only before looking back at the camera. "Hello everyone, I'm Chloe Lee. Venus' main star and the only sane girlfriend Johnny has ever had." Johnny blinks at Chloe's intro, knitting his brows in slight confusion before grunting. "This is not true but I'm Johnny. The most infamous Venus boyfriend to date." Chloe makes a sound, shaking her head as her lips form a thin line, putting her hand on his arm. "It's only gotten worse since we last saw you...Wayyy worse," Chloe informs him, causing Johnny to give her a look of concern before looking at the camera then back at her. Chloe turns back to the camera with her best idol smile before their eyes can meet again. "We shared a lot of memories together and would love to relive them with you for the 12 days of Venus," Chloe says to the camera. Johnny takes a deep breath through his nose with a nod, giving a professional smile. "We'll be here all day to answer your questions." "Because we know have them!" Chloe wags her finger at the camera, causing a soft laugh to leave Johnny's lips. Chloe looks at him with a kind smile, putting her hand up in a heart shape. Johnny doesn't hesitate to finish the heart, giving Chloe a warm smile and gaze as she smiles at the camera. "Talk to you soon!"

DRABBLE ASK GAME FOR JOHLOE!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ SEND JOHLOE A QUESTION HERE!

#╰ * venus : development ⧽ burn it to the ground . #idol oc #kpop oc #kpop fanfic #ficnetfairy #fictional idol group #fictional idol community #fake kpop oc #oc girl group #kpop au #idol au #kpop addition #bts addition #fake kpop girl group #oc kpop group

[soireegurl]

este es mí primer pedido, no sé cómo se hace la verdad, pero necesito uno 9+11, por favor!!!

Warning ⚠️: yandere themes

Since you didn't pick a member I'll pick one for you:)

You and Ni-ki have been together for about 6 months. You guys were the couple that everyone envied and shipped.

He has been a sweet and caring boyfriend, being by your side whenever you need him. At first he was a little possessive and gets jealous quite easily, but you were okay with it as it was still acceptable.

However, recently it has become unbearable. He doesn't allow you to talk to any guys, even for projects or about work. Even going out with your girlfriends are getting difficult as he wants to be with you 24/7.

You told him that this is too much and you are feeling suffocated. But he always say that same thing. "I'm doing this to protect you!"

Yes, you get it that he might want to keep you out of trouble as some of your friends are problematic. But even getting out of the house needs to be approved by Ni-ki.

"Ni-ki... I'm just going to get some groceries. I will be back in half and hour... You don't have to follow me..."

You sighed and repeated yourself for the third time.

"But it's dark already, what if some guy hit you up? What if someone kidnaps you? "

Ni-ki tried to prove his point but your seriously getting tired.

"Okay okay fine, follow me all you want."

You gave in, not wanting to bicker with him anymore.

[Time skip]

When you and Ni-ki came back from the grocery store, you straight away went to the room not wanting to deal with Ni-ki anymore.

Apparently, a guy just now, just helped you to take a bottle of soy sauce because you couldn't reach and Ni-ki was not there.

And just at that moment, Ni-ki came back and saw the "scene" and raged at the guy.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Ni-ki shouted and ran towards you and hid you behind his back.

"I was just helping her to take the soy sauce..."

The guy said nicely.

"I'm here for her... Back off! You're interested in her aren't you? She already has me! You stand no chance!"

Ni-ki shouted which made you so done.

You pushed Ni-ki aside and said to the guy.

"I'm so sorry about this... Thanks for your help.."

You smiled at him and signalled him to leave.

He gave you a small understanding smile which Ni-ki again, misunderstood.

Before je start making a scene, you dragged him out of the store and went home.

[Home]

"Y/n! Why are you ignoring me?"

Ni-ki grabbed your hands before you could walk pass him.

"Ni-ki... I'm tired... Please leave me alone..."

You closed your eyes in frustration and yank your hands out of his grip.

You words and actions made Ni-ki panicked.

"Tired...? Are you tired of me? I'm sorry... I- I will change please don't leave me..."

Ni-ki begged.

He's acting up again... You were annoyed and tired so you bursted.

"Ni-ki I'm done with you! I'm breaking up with you!"

You walked into the bedroom and started to pack your stuff.

"What are you doing?"

Ni-ki came into the room and saw you keeping your stuff.

"I'm leaving."

You said.

"No.... You are not..."

Ni-ki snatched the luggage away from you and threw it out of the room..

"What the hell Ni-ki?"

He locked the door and stood at the door as if you are gonna disappear anytime.

"Y/n... I love you... Please... Don't leave me... I'll change... I'll change for you... Really..."

Ni-ki's eyes teared up.

"Stop it Ni-ki, I'm breaking up with you... It's final."

You said and walked towars the door. You pushed Ni-ki away and tried to open the door.

But this angered Ni-ki. He grabbed you hands and pulled you back into the room, and threw you on the bed.

"You think you can run away from me?"

Ni-ki's eyes were dark and feeling with madness...

"What...?"

"I said you are not leaving!"

"You are crazy Ni-ki... "

You said and moved further away from him...

"Crazy? You are calling me crazy when you are the on who made me like this?!"

Ni-ki hovered over you and grabbed you by your jaw.

"Ni-ki you are hurting me!"

Ni-ki's grip was so strong that tears started to fall from your eyes.

"Hurt?! Then what about me?! Do you know how I feel when you wanted to leave me?!"

Ni-ki breath was heavy as if he was controlling something inside of him.

"I love you Y/n... We will be together forever...."

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen story #dialogue prompt #enhypen fic #enhypen yandere #soireegurl #yandere #enhypen niki #enhypen nishimura riki #niki #niki x reader #niki enhypen

[skylariumrose]

Lights! Camera! Action! It’s Movie AU time!

Codywan Style

It only took a decade, but I’m finally doing a AU of a favorite movie of mine, John Carter (2012), with a favorite ship, Codywan!

I’ve been working on it for about a year now, trying to get the style of the book and the movie to mesh and make a whole new story out of it that fits Cody and Obi-Wan perfectly. After all that I thought it needed some pomp and circumstance before its release.

So enjoy this snippet of Obi-Wan trying to figure out how to move on Mars for the first time, just like the movie, but with a twist 😉

Trying to not dwell on it, he focuses on the present. Here and now he could move. He had some provisions and he still had daylight. So with determination, Obi-Wan pulls his hat off his pack, loosens the drawstrings, and sets it firmly on his head.

I guess my next journey is happening sooner than I thought. And goes to stand.

Or that was the plan.

For no conceivable reason, when he stood, Obi-Wan was pushed forward as if a gust of wind was under him, and for a brief moment, the air was like water, leaving him buoyant as he moves through it.

Then he was hitting the dry lakebed roughly, cracking it under his weight. He tries again, but with similar results. Even pushing himself up was a struggle as he would skitter across the dirt when he did so.

At one moment he just lays on the ground for a matter of minutes, ire his only companion at that point, his hat perched precariously over his face.

After the twelfth trial, he lays down on his stomach and wonders how this area was playing strange antics upon his physique as he had kicked a rock and it had flown away from him like a bullet.

Perhaps being lighter would help with him being heavier, considering the opposite seems to be true currently.

Taking off his pack was a mistake, the worst possible, as he had gained new heights and distance. So they were needed, he thought sourly as he crawled back to his two bags.

After the eighteenth attempt, Obi-Wan has a mental list of do’s and don'ts.

He gets his feet under him, exerting the strength of his pinky, so that he can crouch. Then ever gently, he stands straight and unmoved. From there his gaze picks up a desolate island in the distance, the sun shining through the parted rock formation like a beacon.

Hopefully a beacon with shade.

Lifting his right leg in exaggerated fashion, as if he was wading through water, and moving like he was creeping through the halls of the orphanage, Obi-Wan walks on his tiptoes. It must make him look like a jester, but he was making progress.

Negligible progress though.

It would be nightfall by the time Obi-Wan made it there and he needed to be able to make camp before then.

Ever the scientist, he decides to add a bit more pressure, press down just a touch harder, to move a half a pace faster.

Then he’s leaping.

In light bounds, like a frog, Obi-Wan finds himself covering distance with ease and landing from his bounces with miraculously no issues! The short bursts of weightlessness, wind soft against his face, and the wonder of it all possesses him like a small child’s near endless joy.

Hope you enjoyed and stick around for more 😉

#my fic #star wars the clone wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #princess of mars #john carter #alternate universe #movie retelling #movie rewrite #Mars is Mandalore

[strxwberrymoonstar]

omg i would love if you wrote something for han solo where they’re arguing and he accidentally confesses his feelings for her

omg yes please!

this is definitely around the time of a new hope/empire strikes back xoxo

not proof read btw! so sorry for mistakes x

word count: 768

the sudden bolt from the empire ship catches everyone on board the millennium falcon off guard. Han and chewie stir in their seats, eyes glancing around the ship, whilst yourself, r2d2 and c3po are sent flying around the cockpit.

"Oh what are we to do?" C3po says, his robotic voice mixing in with the blasters of the ship firing as he throws his hands up to try to cover his eyes.

"Just can your tin will ya'" Han yells, flipping switches and buttons around the control centre, trying to angle the blasters to hit the tie fighter that follows. Big bursts of air flood from one of the pipes in the cockpit access corridor, the sound piercing everyone's ears.

Chewbacca swirls his chair around, shoving r2d2 out of the way so he can go fix the other problem. Han aggressively shouts, slamming more buttons on the centre. You slide yourself in in front of the terrified golden robot and into the captains seat, looking at Han waiting for his next reaction.

"I can help! Let me help!" You yell, watching as the tie fighter does rings around the ship. "I am not letting a girl, let alone YOU, fly my ship!" Han states, letting his words out with a poisonous tone. Your mouth falls open in shock, eyebrows creasing as your eyes fill with fury.

The beige colour of the planet that shone before you enters your vision as the ship maneuvers through towers of boulders. Before you could mouth any type of redemption, the both of you are sent flying sidewards, the disregard of the chairs seatbelt causes your body to fall into the lap of his as he turns the falcon sideways.

"Not now sweetheart, i'm trying to fly!"

You roll your eyes dramatically, watching as the ships falls into one of the dark, circle shaped tunnels to hide in. Han softly lands the ship behind a small spot of rocks, trying to blend in. You held your breath as you watch the Tie Fighter zoom past the ship and out the other end of the planet.

"Oh princess, if you wanted to get closer to me all you had to do was ask," the teasing tone of Han's breaks the silence. You let out a scoff as you push yourself out of his lap and back into the other chair. You look up at him and notice the smirk that's begging to be slapped off of his face.

"You're just begging for me to slap you," You say through gritted teeth. "Maybe I would like that princess," He replies.

"Of course you would, and I would guess you like the chase of almost killing us all?" You question, eyes widening and crossing your arms over your chest. Han slowly starts to stand up and you follow subconsciously, the tension rising throughout the room.

"I saved us!" Han shouts, fingers pointed towards his own chest. "You nearly killed us!” You shout back, taking a step towards him. "I would never put you in that amount of danger!" the vein on his forehead starts to pulse slightly.

His calloused hands roughly grab your shoulders, slightly shaking you with the sheer amount of force he used as he makes you stare into his eyes. Your faces are mere centimetres apart, staggered breaths leaving both of your mouths.

"I would never put you in that amount of danger, princess" he says again, this time softer. The parts around his eyes soften as he rubs his hands down your shoulders to your arms and back up again.

Shambles of words fall out of your mouth as you search his eyes for the truth. Han looks down again and then back up. He shoves his lips onto yours roughly, bringing your body closer to his as he deepens the kiss.

His hand places itself on the middle of your back, subtly pulling yourself closing to him, while his other hand gently caresses the side of your face. His actions, soft and gentle, contrasted greatly at his earlier actions of pushing you around. You both pull away, Han still keeping his large hand on your face.

“If you just wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask,” You say, rolling your eyes before walking out of the cockpit to go and help the rest of the crew.

A smirk finds it’s way crawling up Hans face before he wipes it off with the palm of his hand, dragging it down his face. He shakes his head before following you.

#han solo x reader #han solo #star wars #star wars imagines #harrison ford #starwars oneshots #star wars fluff #princess leia #luke skywalker #original trilogy #leia organa #lando calrissian

[malarkgirlypop]

Lie with me? (Lena Riggi x F!Reader)

HIHIHIHIHI I'm so excited to post this, my first ever wlw fic ahhhhh. I also collabed with the lovely, amazing and talented @footprintsinthesxnd who did the most incredible moodboard for this story. Warning this is angsty but also fluffy at the same time! I hope you all enjoy. I literally whipped this out tonight cause I was feeling inspired! Also again go checkout @footprintsinthesxnd moodboard it is seriously so stunning!

(Also also, forgot to say this fic was requested by @luckynumber4)

This is based on the hboshow and the actors who portray the characters no hate to anyone involved.

Y/N was strong and confident, something that came naturally to her. Being raised in a house full of boys taught her to fend for herself from an early age. She was just as fast as them, just as strong, and even smarter, well she liked to say she was. 

It wasn’t until her oldest brother was shipped away with the marines she saw how fragile they all really were. The boys she knew as tough, brave and courageous, were now not so. It wasn’t long for her older brother to be shipped back, missing both his legs. Y/N couldn’t even look at him, the pain she felt when she saw him was immense, crippling. 

Her second oldest brother died in action, and soon most of the men she loved so dearly were either shells of themselves or buried on foreign soil. 

“Mama.” Y/N presented herself in full marine attire to her mother who sat at the kitchen table reading. 

“No.” Her mother uttered softly, before bursting into tears. “James please talk some sense into her.” Her mother bawled as her father just shook his head, disappointment across his face. 

“Don’t do this, Y/N. Have you not seen your brothers?” He yelled angrily, his face red. 

“I have Pa, that’s why I am going. There is no stopping me, I’m leaving in 10 minutes.” Her mother wept into her father’s arms. 

“I can’t lose you too, please Y/N. Don’t go, I beg of you.” 

But there was no changing her mind, Y/N had made her decision a long time ago. 

Her oldest brother wheeled himself into the kitchen, grabbing at Y/N’s arm. 

“Rethink this!” He pleaded. “Y/N trust me it isn’t worth it. Nothing is worth it.” Tears welled in his eyes. Y/N could only give him a sad smile, placing a kiss gently to his cheek. 

No one walked her to the bus stop, she marched down by herself. This is for them, I need to fight for them. 

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“Welcome, Y/L/N. This will be your barracks for your stay here.” The Lieutenant said before leaving, Y/N saluted the woman as she walked away. 

This was going to be the hardest months before she went away to fight in the Pacific. She would learn all she needed to know to survive and fight the Japanese, so they could finally win the war. 

Y/N was determined to be the best of the best. She needed to show her family that she could do it and she was just as strong and brave as her brothers that came before her. 

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“Pick it up, Y/L/N! Let’s move it!” The Lieutenant screamed in her face, as Y/N picked up the machine gun and ran with it. It was heavy and clunky, a pain to run with, but it was important that she had this skill down pact. Sweat dripped from her forehead, as her face was flushed red from all the exercise she was doing. 

It got easier over time as she picked up the skills, soon she was flying through the obstacle course and hitting almost every target with the machine gun. 

“Good work private!” She smiled, feeling pleased with herself. She could imagine how proud her parents would be of her when she comes home. 

“Get some food ladies. Then back to your barracks. We will be up early, so get some sleep.” The privates saluted as the Lieutenant left. The girls walked to the mess hall together, chatting about their day. 

Y/N walked into the mess hall, her eyes flitted around the room, scanning who had arrived from the other platoons for dinner. 

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her eyes glued to the woman smiling at the man who had dropped his plate onto the floor. Y/N couldn’t stop herself, finding her legs moved without her permission. She suddenly was standing in front of the woman, her mouth hung open as she tried to think of something to say. She hadn’t planned this through well. 

“Are you ok, private?” The woman smiled at her, almost sending her melting to the floor.

“Ah-ah, um, ah.” Y/N stumbled over her words, the dark haired woman chuckled at her. She watched her waiting for her to spit something out. 

“Do you need any help?” But by the time the words left her mouth most of the food had been cleared up off the floor. 

“No it’s ok, private…” She tilted her head signalling she wanted to know her name. 

“Y/L/N. But you can call me Y/N.” Y/N raised out her hand for the other woman to shake. The raven haired woman raised from the ground taking Y/N’s hand in hers. 

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sergeant Lena Riggi.” Y/N could help but grin like a giddy little school girl. She couldn’t put her finger on what made her feel so light and bubbly, she had never felt this feeling before. 

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“You’re going to get us all killed out there Y/L/N.” Screamed her Lieutenant. She flinched away from the harsh voice. 

She huffed, annoyed at herself. Her focus was pulled, she wasn’t onto it as she normally was. 

The brown haired Sergeant was to blame. All Y/N could think about was her. She hardly ate, spending most of the meals just watching Lena smile and talk to people. Y/N silently begged that she would look over and their eyes would meet, and that she would come over to talk to her, but she never did.

“What’s the matter with you Y/N?” One of the other privates asked as they headed back to their barrack to get some shut eye before doing it all over again the next day. 

“I have no idea. But I do think I know how to stop it.” Y/N paused in her step, turning quickly on her heel and running back in the direction they had come from. 

“Y/N, where are you going? What about lights out?” Her friend called to her.

“Don’t wait up!” She yelled over her shoulder as she sprinted away. 

Y/N burst into the mess hall. It was quiet, the normally bustling room, now empty. 

“Hello?” Y/N called into the air. But there was no response. She sighed in defeat, turning back to the door. 

“Private Y/L/N?” Lena questioned. Y/N spun around a smile spread across her face. But then it quickly turned into a scowl. 

“I need to talk to you Seargent.” Y/N said as she walked closer to the lady, noting her pretty lips were painted in a crimson red, it stood out nicely in contrast to the white uniform she wore. 

“What’s the problem?” Lena asked, her head tilting slightly as she did so, Y/N willed her stomach to settle and stop the somersaults it was trying to attempt. 

“I am distracted.” Y/N stated firmly, staring at Lena, who looked perplexed.

“What seems to be distracting you?” Lena queried. 

“You.” Y/N said plainly, there was no other way to put it. Lena had wormed her way into Y/N’s mind and nothing she did to get her out worked. 

“Y/N, that’s very blunt of you.” Lena scoffed, taken aback by the direct words of the private.  

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know why. I have never felt this way.” Y/N rambled on, not knowing how to stop her mouth going a million miles an hour. 

“What are you feeling?” Lena said softly, her kind eyes shining in the light.

“I feel giddy and happy and queasy and nervous and excited, everything, I’m feeling everything.” Y/N blurted.

“I guess that is a lot to feel.” Lena chuckled, agreeing with the private who stood in front of her. 

“But it’s because of you, I am feeling this all because of you. Why?” Y/N didn’t realise her words until it was too late. She had confessed her true feelings. 

“Have you ever liked someone Y/N?” Lena asked.

“Yeah, I like my friends, my…” Y/N started to say. 

“No, like, as in like you want to kiss them.” Lena explained to the now red faced woman. 

“I, uh, no.” Y/N shook her head. She had never had crushes at school, all of her friends were swooning over boys whereas she couldn’t care less. 

“Do you perhaps like men?” Lena asked gently. Y/N shook her head again. 

“No, I have never liked them. I just thought I hadn’t found the right one yet.” Y/N admitted, biting her lip slightly. Lena walked closer to Y/N. She froze as Lena approached. She stood in front of the private, reaching forward, extending her hand for Y/N to take it. Y/N glanced at the outstretched hand back up to Lena’s kind brown eyes. 

She reached out her hand, Lena took it in her’s. Just from the smallest touch, shivers ran up Y/N spine as goosebumps arose on her skin. 

“What do you feel when I do this?” Lena asked softly, not taking her voice above a whisper. 

“A lot.” Y/N professed. Lena let a soft chuckle fall from her lips. 

“Can you describe it?” Lena prompted Y/N. 

“I feel hot, nervous, like I’m on fire. Where our hands touch feels like electricity.” Y/N breathed the words softly. 

“Mmh, me too.” Lena agreed, feeling the sparks from the small touch. Y/N looked up in surprise, she felt it too?    

“Don’t look at me like that Y/N.” Lena blushed, turning away. Y/N moved without thinking, her free hand shot out from her side and stopped Lena in her movement. Her fingers gently cupped Lena’s chin as she moved her face back to the front.    

“Can I kiss you?” Y/N uttered the words softly as if saying them would pull her from the daydream she was clearly in. Lena didn’t say any words but lent in gently, Y/N followed suit. Soon their noses were touching, and Y/N could feel the tickle of Lena’s breath on her face. 

“Close your eyes.” Lena whispered, Y/N did so immediately. She waited patiently for anything.

Lena’s soft lips pressed into Y/N. The kiss was delicate, like kissing a flower. Y/N had never felt anything like this before, like she was going to explode and melt at the same time. Like she could do anything, but also like she was small and fragile at the same time. 

Y/N hungrily pressed her lips to Lena’s needing more than the gentle peck she was receiving. Lena sighed in content wrapping her arms around Y/N neck pulling her closer. 

Never had Y/N felt more alive, she was so happy she could cry. Her hands coming up to cup Lena’s face in her palms. 

They finally pulled away breathless. They couldn’t help the grin that spread on their faces. 

“Well I don’t think that solved my problem.” Y/N laughed, knowing that all she would ever think about now was the stunning woman who stood in front of her, who gave her her first kiss. 

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The pair were inseparable, never far from each other, and even when they had to be apart the other was all they could think of. In their leaves they often went to the beach, splashing in the waves together sharing salty kisses in the sand. 

“We should run away together.” Lena poked Y/N in the side, as she lay on her chest soaking up the last of the warm rays of sun, before it dipped beyond the horizon. 

“You said that last time Len’s.” Y/N smiled, kissing the top of her lover's head, her hand rubbing circles on her back. 

“I mean it!” Lena sat up a cheeky grin on her lips. 

“I know you do!” Y/N chuckled. “But I have something to tell you.” Y/N’s smile faded, she was dreading having to share this news. 

“No, Y/N, no. You said you wouldn’t.” Lena’s face dropped seeing Y/N’s expression. 

“I have too. This is why I am here.” Y/N spoke her truth, the whole reason she had joined. Sure Lena was something she had found along the way, and she couldn’t be happier that they met. But it was something she needed to do for herself and for her family.   

“I ship out in two days.” Y/N admitted, Lena’s face contorted into anger. 

“Y/N! Two days!” Lena’s face was lined with sadness. “Fine, if you’re going I’m coming with you!” Lena huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Now Y/N was sitting up.

“But!” Y/N protested. 

“No! No Y/N we are going to do it together, that is final!” Lena tone said that there was no arguing with her. 

“Fine, but can we just enjoy the time we have left before we leave?” Y/N asked, the sun was almost setting, and she didn’t want to miss it. 

Y/N lay back down on her towel, opening her arms wide for Lena to join her again. 

“Lie with me?” Y/N asked, pouting. A smile pulled to Lena’s lips. As she nodded, laying back down in their original position again.   

“Beautiful.” Y/N commented. 

“The sunset is always beautiful.” Lena nodded in agreement. 

“Who said I was talking about the sunset?” Y/N grinned, as Lena swatted playfully at her giggling. 

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Y/N couldn’t help gag as another bout of nausea made her stomach roll uncomfortably. 

“Are you alright my love?” Lena whispered under her breath. Y/N nodded, giving a weak smile to Lena. 

“Yeah, I just need to get off this boat.” Y/N said. They had been on boats for days, she was finally ready for her feet to be on solid ground again. The Higgins boat was heading for shore, as explosions boomed around them. Y/N’s heart leapt with each head splitting blast. Y/N could barely move, they had shoved as many marines into the boats as they could. 

Y/N heart beat so loud in her ears it was almost as loud as the planes soaring overhead. The beach was getting closer. She could just make it out over the top of the front of the boat. People running around over the sand, falling, firing, explosions. 

Lena’s hand gripped onto Y/N’s squeezing for reassurance. They would make it. They would get to be together and live a happy life. Y/N repeated it in her head like a mantra. 

The boat finally ran aground, the bow ramp lowering to the ground exposing them to the scene in front of them. There was no waiting, no courtesy to let them get out, the women at the front immediately were gunned down by an unseen weapon.  

“MOVE!” The others yelled charging forward. Y/N and Lena were pulled apart by the marines who tore forwards, keen to be out of the boat. Y/N’s legs moved, carrying her out the boat and onto the white sand that was now marred with blood and soot. The beach had a steep incline leaving them at a disadvantage being on lower ground. Y/N lay on her belly crawling forward, watching the carnage play out around her. Bodies were strewn across the land, she watched as countless marines were gunned down. Dropping like flies had a whole new meaning to her.  

She couldn’t see the enemy but they definitely could see her, firing multiple shots into the sand just in front of where she lay. Y/N needed to keep moving forward or she would be pinned down by the onslaught of fire. 

Y/N got to her feet, sprinting up the beach, she dove into the nearest foxhole. Taking refuge quickly before she could move on again, if she timed it right she could leapfrog further and further up the beach. While they reloaded she could make a break for it to the next hole further up. 

“Y/N!” She knew the voice that called to her, she swung around seeing Lena dive in behind her. 

“Lena, thank god you’re alright.” Y/N sighed in relief to see that she was all in one piece. Y/N quickly told her plan to Lena who nodded along agreeing it was a good idea. 

They ducked for cover as a round was fired into the side of the hole they sheltered in. The round stopped, meaning they were reloading.

“Let’s go!” Y/N called to Lena. They sprang out of the hole together, running up the hill to the next foxhole. They had to dodge stray bullets that sprayed past them, bodies that lay on the floor, explosions that sent sand into their eyes and face like sharp needles. 

Again they jumped into the hole. The plan seemed to be going well, but Y/N wasn’t one to count her eggs before they’d hatched. They had only made it halfway, and when they got to the top there was no cover for them. They had to make it off the beach completely and into the jungle where there could possibly be some safety.    

The firing stopped, Lena and Y/N wasted no time leaving the hole to move forward again. But the bullets started again. 

“Get down!” Y/N cried dropping to the floor. Her eyes glanced at Lena who still stood. Y/N’s world stopped, everything moving in slow motion. She watched as the bullet lodged itself in Lena’s chest, a strangled scream leaving her lips as she fell to the ground. Her hands reaching up to suppress the pain, blood seeped through the green uniform she wore. 

“No!” A cry left Y/N’s lips. 

She moved fast, grabbing Lena by her top and hauling her into the safety of the hole. Lena screamed as Y/N dragged her, her hands crimson with blood, just like the colour of her lips the first night they kissed. 

“Corpsman!” Y/N shouted at the top of her lungs, putting pressure on the wound. “Lena you’re ok! Hold on for me!” Y/N pleaded, her vision blurred with tears. 

“CORPSMAN!” Y/N yelled again, her voice breaking from the strain. She stood up to see if anyone was out there, only to be met with a round of bullets, each one finding their target. 

The breath left her throat, the searing pain making her mute. Y/N dropped to her knees beside Lena. 

“My love, my love!” Lena clawed at Y/N. 

“I can still get someone!” Y/N said her voice strained, barely able to breath from the pain. 

“My love.” Whispered Lena, Y/N turned her attention to her. A sad smile sat on her lips.

“Lie with me?” Lena asked. Y/N nodded, groaning as she laid beside Lena in the sand, just as they had done three days before. But this time they weren’t admiring the sunset. 

Lena’s hand found her’s clasping onto it as if for dear life. 

“I love you.” Y/N uttered, her breath ragged and laboured, she could feel herself fading quickly. 

“I love you.” Lena whispered, squeezing her hand tightly. Y/N couldn’t bear to look over to her lover as she felt her grip finally loosen. Y/N shuddered, taking her last breath before stilling as well.

From the sky you could see them, still in the foxhole, still holding hands, as the war raged on without them. No one seemed to notice the two lovers who shared their last moments with each other before they left this world. Y/N, like her brothers that had fallen before her, would be buried on foreign land. But she would be with the one she loved the most, so in a way she was home. 

#the pacific #lena riggi #wlw #romance #hbo war #fanfic #lena riggi x reader #woooh this was so fun to write #thank you again Jess #bobcollab

[thegreatcaptainusopp]

The Seer

Ao3 Link

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Chapter 6: Prophet of Lies

“How’s it looking, doc?” Usopp jokes weakly as he feels Chopper step away from him.

Chopper hasn’t said anything to him as he looked at his injury: unwound his bandages, poked, muttered softly to himself, dabbed something on the wound, rebound the bandages. But he’d said nothing, just worked in complete silence.

Usopp had tried not to let that make him nervous, but it did. It really, really did.

“It’s looking…okay,” Chopper says, and Usopp can practically feel his stare boring into his face. “They took pretty good care of your injury. I’m not seeing any signs of infection, so I just changed it out and put on some ointment. Antibiotics’ll probably be a good idea for this too, so I’ll put you on a course. And you’ll need rest and food too.”

“Okay,” Usopp says. “What about…you know. My vision? What can we do about that?”

“Usopp…” Chopper begins hesitatingly, and Usopp interrupts him.

“I don’t care if it takes forever,” He says, hoping the desperation isn’t too clear in his voice. “I’m willing to, you know. Do whatever it takes to bring it back. Surgery, anything. You name it, I’ll do it.”

“Usopp,” Chopper says again, then stops. He hears the scrape of a stool on the wooden floor, and then feels Chopper grasp at his hand. “Usopp,” Chopper repeats, and there’s a trembling resolve in his voice. “I’m so sorry. There’s nothing I can do about this.”

Usopp’s mouth goes dry. “But,” He squeaks. “But…but you’re Chopper. You’re the best doctor ever and you’re going to cure all disease and you…and you…”

He hears Chopper’s breath hiccup. The hoof on his arm is shaking. “I know,” Chopper says, voice breaking. “I know. I’m sorry. I know. But this…Usopp, this I can’t fix. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Usopp can’t….he can’t…

“I don’t understand,” He says. “I…you…what do I do? How do I…how do I get it back?”

The hoof squeezes him harder. “You can’t, Usopp,” Chopper trembles out. “Your sight…it’s gone. The connections of your nerves to your eyes are completely severed. Your eyes themselves are destroyed. They won’t work again. I’m so, so sorry. I promised you, I promised the others…but I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Usopp shakes his head. “I was…” he says, and then stops. The words just won’t come.

How…what is he going to do? The only way he’d gotten through his time on the Vance ship was that he’d known Chopper could fix this. But now…but now…

Usopp can’t do this. He can’t.

He shakes Chopper off his arm, bringing them to his face. He hides into his hands, craving the darkness for once. “Leave please,” He whispers, trying his absolute best not to scream.

He can hear Chopper’s hesitance. “Usopp…?”

“Leave,” He whispers into his hands. “Please.”

He hears Chopper whisper an “okay,” before the stool scrapes again, and seconds after that the door gently clicks shut.

Usopp turns on the cot, curling into a ball. The scream finally emerges into his hands.

Slowly, it tapers off, and Usopp just…floats into his thoughts. Into the nothingness of the darkness in his head and out of it.

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Sanji doesn’t know what to do.

He hadn’t known what to do when Chopper emerged, teary-eyed, from his office, and let everyone know that there was nothing he could do, that Usopp’s sight was permanently gone. He hadn’t known what to do when Luffy whirled around at the news, shoulders shaking, and stormed off, nor when the Marimo hurried after their captain. He hadn’t even known what to do when Nami-San burst into tears, nor when Robin-Chan immediately enveloped her in a hug.

All he knows to do is stand there, uselessly fidgeting with his lighter. The helpless feeling that had dogged him since Vance first attacked the ship, when he’d done…whatever it was he’d done, and brought Sanji down to his knees. It’s like he’d never recovered from that: always on his back foot, always struggling against the current, drowning in his lack of action.

And still, he stands there, just watching.

“Sanji?”

He practically jumps out of his skin, turns to find Chopper watching him. His eyes fill, but don’t spill over. “What can I do?” He asks immediately.

Chopper wipes away at his eyes. “Usopp doesn’t want to s—talk to me right now,” He says. “But he still needs looking after. Can you…can you make him something, some broth, and bring it to him, please? He needs to start getting proper nutrition.”

Finally. This is something Sanji can do. “Yeah,” He says, already turning around. “I’ll do that now.”

He runs off to the galley, head full of plans and prep and before he knows it, he’s standing in front of Chopper’s office, hand hesitant over the doorknob.

Do your job, he tells himself, and twists the knob open.

Usopp, lying on the cot, reacts instantly at the sound, sitting up in place. “Who’s there?” He asks nervously, cocking his head.

It’s all Sanji can do not to gasp. He hasn’t seen Usopp since he was taken, hasn’t seen him injured, and it’s hard to see. The bandages around Usopp’s eyes are hard to look at, and his eyes refuse to linger on them. What are they doing to do about this? How the hell is he going to help?

“It’s me,” He says finally, shutting the door gently. “I’ve brought you some broth. It tastes good, I promise.”

“Sanji,” Usopp breathes out. His hands twitch on the cot. “It’s good to hear your voice.”

Sanji’s breathing hitches. “Good to have you back,” He replies, heading towards Usopp. He taps Usopp’s hand, then lifts the bowl to it. He pushes a spoon into Usopp’s other hand. “You got this?”

Usopp’s hand close around the items, awkwardly fumbling them into a comfortable position. “Yeah,” He says, “I got it. Thanks.”

He sits there, holding the bowl and spoon, but doesn’t move more. “Come on,” Sanji says. “I made that special for you. Don’t waste it, or…”

He trails off.

“Or what?” Usopp says, an empty smile spreading across his face. “You’ll beat me up?”

“I might,” Sanji says. He’s never felt so off-kilter in his life, but he’s going to try. For Usopp. “We don’t waste food on this ship.”

Somehow, that works. Usopp starts to slowly spoon the broth into his mouth. “Thanks,” He says.

Sanji hovers awkwardly, then lowers himself onto a chair near the cot. “Anytime,” He replies.

They sit there, silence suffusing them, as Usopp slowly gets through the food. It settles something inside Sanji’s stomach, seeing that. That’s something fixed. If he can do anything, it’s make sure that everyone has all the nutrition that they need.

Suddenly, Usopp’s spoon clatters back into the bowl. “Shit,” He gasps out, and Sanji leaps forward to save the bowl. “I can’t believe I…I forgot…”

“What is it?” Sanji says frantically, getting closer, peering at Usopp’s face. “Do you need me to get Chopper?”

“No,” Usopp says, then lifts his hands, dropping them on Sanji’s forearms. “I forgot to tell you guys about Vance. You need to know.”

Sanji grabs Usopp’s elbows in return. “Know what?”

“Vance,” Usopp says, and Sanji feels a pulse of anger in his gut at the name. “He’s crazy. He thinks there’s some sort of…substance, he said? Out there that’ll get rid of people’s devil fruits. Everyone’s in danger. We need to tell the others.”

Sanji nods, before realizing that Usopp can’t see it. “Okay,” He says. “We can do that.”

“And,” Usopp says. He hesitates, then squeezes Sanji’s forearms. “That’s why he wanted me there. Because…because he thinks I have, like…visions? And that my stories I tell, they come true? And…the thing is. I think…I think he might be right? I told some stories, recently, that felt…different, and I’ve had some stories that came true…”

Sanji blows out a small breath. “Yeah,” He says, hesitant. “We knew about that part. We got some info about why they came after you, and, well,” He taps on Usopp’s elbow. “We already. We already knew about the stories. Like, from the beginning.”

He feels Usopp tense. “What?”

Sanji wishes Usopp could see his face, read the cues there. “Yeah,” He says. “I mean. Anyone who listened to you tell your stories could find out. And we all listen to your stories. We noticed.”

Usopp sucks in a sharp breath. “You did?” He asks, quiet.

“Yeah,” Sanji says. “We all knew, we just never…talked about it.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Usopp. Maybe we should’ve, I don’t know. But that was just…part of you, part of the Usopp package. We all just kinda rolled with it.”

Usopp shakes his head. “Did everyone know about this but me?”

“We all believe in you,” Sanji says. “Always have.”

Usopp sniffles. “That’s why,” He says. “My eyes. You know. Vance said that that’s how he could trigger the stories…the visions. If I didn’t rely on my eyes, I could…”

Sanji’s the one who tenses this time. “This…this was on purpose?” He asks. “Vance did this to you?”

“Yeah,” Usopp says quietly. He starts to slowly pull away. “That’s what he said.”

“I’ll kill him,” Sanji promises, as Usopp’s arms slip out of his grasp.

“No,” Usopp says. “I didn’t mean to-no. I just meant…I need to tell everyone. Vance is dangerous and he’ll do whatever it takes to get rid of devil fruits. He’ll probably come after me. Everyone needs to know so we can be ready for them. Can you do that? Please?”

“Okay,” Sanji says. He gently lifts his arms back to himself. “I’ll tell everyone. We’ll still kill him, though.”

Usopp mouth twitches into an almost-smile. “Well,” He says. “I guess I wouldn’t be too mad about that.”

“You’re damn right you wouldn’t,” Sanji says, an answering smile growing on his face.

Usopp’s face drops again. “Sanji?” He asks. “Can you also tell Chopper I’m not mad at him? It’s not his fault or anything, I just…I’m still kind of…you know.”

“Sure,” Sanj says. “I understand. You know. Considering.”

“And…” Usopp says. “Can you tell Luffy to come? After you tell everyone what we talked about? I need to talk to him too.”

“Yeah,” Sanji says, standing up. “I’ll go do that now.” He takes a deep breath. “And, Usopp?”

“Yeah?” Usopp says, head turned in his general direction.

“I’m sorry,” Sanji says. “For everything.”

Usopp’s breath hitches. “Me too,” He says.

-

It doesn’t take too long for Luffy to show up.

Usopp had thought he’d had time. He needed the time to build his resolve, to strengthen it. He was going to need all the stubbornness and strength left in him to approach this conversation. Luffy is the scariest opponent he is ever going to face, and that’s why he had needed time to prepare to talk to him.

Sanji must’ve really kicked everyone into gear, because it feels like almost no time has passed between Sanji’s departure and the door bursting back open. “Usopp?” He hears, and it’s the sound of his captain, finally.

Despite everything, the sound makes him want to cry. “Luffy!” He says, reaching his arms out.

Luffy is not like Franky, not like Chopper, not like Sanji. He doesn’t treat Usopp like he’s going to break. Instead, Usopp hears him break into a run, and then lets out an ooof as a body collides with his. Limbs, long and rubbery, twirl around his torso and squeeze tight.

“Usopp!” Luffy practically shouts, right above Usopp’s ear. “We missed you!”

Usopp body hurts, but he tries to squeeze back just as hard. “I missed you too,” He chokes out.

“Sanji told us everything,” Luffy says, tone suddenly dropping. “I’m sorry Usopp. You shouldn’t have been hurt like that. I’ll never let anything like that happen ever again.”

Usopp squeezes him even tighter. “It’s not your fault,” He says. “But, Luffy. I need to talk to you about something, okay? It’s serious.”

At this, he feels Luffy unwind himself from around Usopp, ending up curled up right next to him. “Okay,” He says. “What is it?”

Usopp takes a deep breath. Resolve, He tells himself. “Where are we headed to now?”

“Oh,” Luffy says. “Camie is taking us to this place. An island or something. Sabaody? It’ll take us to Fishman Kingdom!”

Usopp nods. “Okay,” He says. “I want to ask you for your permission for something.”

Luffy’s voice sounds confused. “For what?”

Resolve. “When we get to Sabaody,” He says. “I’m going to ask your permission to leave the ship”

There’s silence for a moment. “You don’t need my permission for that,” Luffy says. “I think everyone will want to leave the ship to go to Sabaody to see-I mean, you know, to explore. Even if you still don’t feel well I could carry you around.”

“No,” Usopp says. Resolve. “That’s not what I meant. I meant…to leave the ship. Leave the crew.”

The silence this time is shocked. “What?” Luffy says. “What do you mean, leave the crew?”

“Everything’s different now,” Usopp says. “I can’t…you know. Do a lot of things that I used to do before. So it’s time for me to leave. To move on.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Luffy says. “I know you’re hurting, and that what happened to you is really bad. But that doesn’t mean you leave. That means you need to stay even more, so we can help you figure out what to do next.”

Resolve. “No,” Usopp says. “Luffy, listen. I want you to listen to me, okay? Things are different now, and they always will be. I’m not like you, or Zoro, or Sanji. Everything about me, everything I do, relies completely on my sight. I’m a sniper, and that means I use my sight. My work on engineering, or even repairs: that’s all sight based, I need to see to do that. And even my art-” And here his voice cracks, oh god in never gonna draw again I’m never gonna see color again I’m never gonna see the sunset. “That’s all based on my sight. You have to understand. Everything that I do on this ship? I can’t do it anymore.”

“So we adapt,” Luffy says, and Usopp feels him lean in further. Their knees touch. “We adapt your role here. But you can’t give up on us! You can’t give up on the Brave Warrior of the Sea!”

“What about the Pirate King?” Usopp says, voice rising. “World’s Greatest Swordsman? Map of the World? All Blue? Curing every Disease? The True History? Sailing the World? Laboon? All of them matter too. And with me here, they’ll all be held back. I can’t do that. I can’t hold anyone back.”

Luffy voice rises too. “You won’t!” He says. “All of those dreams are still alive, no matter what. We can help you and achieve our dreams. And the Brave Warrior of the Sea is just as important as any of the others. I won’t let you give up on him!”

“But I can’t be your sniper!” Usopp says, yelling now. “I can’t protect you, I can’t fight with you! I can’t do my job here, the reason I’m here at all. Why would you even want to keep me around?”

“I didn’t bring you to be my sniper!” Luffy yells back. “You didn’t even become my sniper until you were already on my crew. I wanted you with us for you, not for the sniper. You were the recruit. I don’t care about the job. You can be our storyteller now, you already were anyway. None of those are good reasons to leave,” And here, Luffy’s voice breaks. “Again. Why would you want to leave again? We just got you back.”

Despite all his efforts, Usopp feels the resolve start to leak out of him. “I can’t hold you back,” He repeats, dropping to a whisper. “I can’t be a burden on you all. That would be the worst thing in the world.”

“You aren’t,” Luffy says. “Look. I’m gonna ask you this and you have to answer honestly, okay. Do you want to leave? Because if you promise me that you really want to leave, I’ll let you go. I won’t get in the way. Is this what you actually want?”

Usopp swallows. His throat clicks. He opens his mouth, pulling on his resolve for the yes.

Nothing comes out.

“See?” Luffy says. He must lean forward further, because Usopp feels his forehead bonk against his shoulder. “You don’t want to go. So don’t! We’ll figure this out together. Your dream can stay too. It’ll be ok. I promise. It’ll all be ok.”

All the preparation in the world wouldn’t, couldn’t, have prepared him for Luffy. All the resolve he could have ever had is not strong enough to face him. Luffy can reach right into his heart and pull out the truth, every single time.

Usopp’s voice quivers. “I’ll try,” He says. “I promise I’ll try. But if I can’t be useful anymore…”

“We’ll see,” Luffy says. “We can talk about it. But you just being you is enough for me.” He moves his forehead off Usopp’s shoulder, and Usopp feels him rustle around. “Here,” He says, and Usopp feels something touch his head.

He knows what this is. “No!” He says frantically, lifting his hands up, blocking Luffy’s. “Don’t do that. Please don’t do that. I don’t…I don’t deserve that. Please.”

Luffy’s voice is steady. “Usopp,” He says. “I need you to look after this for me for now, okay? It’s really good at helping you find your dreams. Protect yours and protect mine too. I’m trusting you, okay?”

Despite everything, despite him trying to leave again, despite Water 7 still echoing in both their heads…Luffy still trusts him with his most important thing. How can he say no to that? How can he deny him this?

Usopp’s arms drop, and he feels Luffy complete the action, and place the straw hat firmly on his head.

“There,” Luffy says, sounding satisfied. “You trust us? Then trust us to get through this. Together.”

Usopp loses his final bit of resolve. His head drops, overwhelmed with all the trust and love and respect of his captain. “Yeah,” He chokes through his tears. “Okay. Yeah, we will.”

-

“Are you sure about this?” Sanji asks, hands in his pockets, walking through the greenery of Sabaody. “We have a lot we need to plan for.”

“Yup!” Luffy chirps, throwing his hands behind his hatless head. He’d emerged from Chopper’s office a few hours before they arrived at Saboady without his hat. Nobody had commented. “The best thing to do would be to move forward anyway. Vance won’t find us if he can’t reach us!”

“Still,” Sanji says, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket. “According to Usopp, the guy’s crazy. He’s gonna keep gunning for him, so we need to be ready in case they reach us. And we’re gonna have to decide what we’re going to do about him in the long term.”

“Easy,” the Marimo says. “We kill him.”

He has the same look in his eyes that he’d had when Sanji had told the crew about the reason behind Usopp’s injuries: eyes flat and dangerous, promising pain.

Sanji, irritated that he’d had the same initial reaction, snaps at him. “Idiot,” He says. “We need a real plan, here. Something we can be ready for.”

Luffy shrugs. “Not really,” He says. “We just keep going. If they find us, we fight them, and we win. And if we need to make sure they don’t after us again, well…” He trails off. “I promised Usopp it wouldn’t happen again. So I’ll make sure it won’t.”

“We need to make sure he doesn’t wander off by himself for a while,” Sanji muses. “I don’t think he’ll be up to it, but just in case…”

“I’ll stay with him,” the Marimo offers, and Sanji snorts.

“What, so you both end up on the North Blue?” He says. “Have you even been to see him yet?”

The Marimo shoots him a dark look. It was true: he hadn’t actually seen Usopp since they brought him back. Chopper didn’t want too many people to go in and overwhelm him. Even now, when Luffy had declared that the three of them were going to scope out Sabaody, only Robin-Chan was allowed in the room. She had kindly come in with a book, clearly intending to read it to him. She was truly an angel. “Shut up,” the Marimo says, through gritted teeth.

“So where do you think we can go to coat the ship?” Luffy says, completely ignoring their conversation. “We’ll need someone to help us get to Fishman Island too. Do you think Camie and them would come with us?”

“Maybe,” Sanji says thoughtfully. “She would be more than welcome to stay with us! I think we’ll need to go sooner rather than later, though. This place is just…”

He trails off. There were many pirates here, pirates that are all clearly a level above the rest, darkly dangerous. And the people wander around with looks of resigned fear on their faces. Something is off, Sanji thinks, About this place.

“Luffy,” the Marimo says, calmly, dangerously.

Sanji turns. He had stopped a little further away, staring at a newspaper stand, a frown on his face. “You need to see this,” the swordsman says, gesturing to Luffy.

Their captain bounds towards the stall, Sanji close behind. What does that idiot want? Sanji grumbles to himself as he approaches. We need to keep movi-

He freezes.

There, at the front page of all the newspapers, is a familiar face, kneeling down and looking stone faced at the camera. Fire Fist Ace To Be Executed blares out from every headline.

Sanji sucks in a breath. “Luffy,” He says softly, then stops. What more can he say than that?

Luffy is rooted in place, staring at the newspaper. His eyes dart to the page, reading the entire article. “Oi,” the shopkeeper barks at them. “Are you going to buy anything?”

Luffy ignores him, and keeps reading.

The shopkeeper continues to grumble as Luffy looks back up at the two of them. The twinkle of adventure in his eyes is gone, replaced with a stony expression. “We need to help him,” He says.

“No arguments here,” The Marimo responds. His hands twitch towards his swords.

“None here either,” Sanji says grimly. “What’s the plan?”

Luffy whirls around, heading back towards the direction of the ship. “The newspaper said he’s in prison now,” He says. “So we go there. We break in and get him out. And if he’s already out,” A shadow passes over his face. “Then we go to the execution platform and get him out that way.”

Sanji jogs after his captain. “How do you want us to get in?” He asks. “And who should go? I don’t know if Usopp will be able to-”

“Yeah,” Luffy says. “We’ll ask him what he can handle. We’ll need someone to protect the ship anyway. So maybe…maybe we can do that. But the article said we don’t have much time, and we need to make it to Impel Down before-”

“Excuse me,”

A voice interrupts them: old, cracking, curious. Sanji turns to see an old man with long, white hair and glasses. Despite his age, he carries himself with a casual power. “Did you say Impel Down?”

-

Usopp clutches onto the hat on his head for dear life.

There’s something about it, something that’s reaching at the darkness behind his bandages. Something like light.

He released the grip on his hat, softly tapping the rim, once, twice. Without warning, a choked sob emerges from his mouth.

“Usopp?” He hears Robin’s voice: calm, concerned. “Are you all right?”

He shudders. “Yeah,” He says, clutching at the hat again. “Yeah. I’m fine. I’m…”

Do your job. He thinks. It’s time. Be brave. Be brave.

“Robin?”

“Yes, Usopp?” He hears her voice draw closer. “What do you need?”

“Can you help me go outside?” He says. “I think it’s time I figure out how to start navigating the ship.”

He hears the smile in Robin’s voice as she grips his arm. “Of course,” She says. “Let’s get Chopper to clear you.”

Usopp brings down one hand on top of hers. “Thank you,” He says, taking careful steps out into the world outside.

Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

#one piece #op #usopp #Sanji #speaks #op fic #one piece fic

[riotseas]

where lord commander meets first shield, for @taleswritten

Though opposites of the realm, parted by both land and sea; word travels fast and actions takes faster.

Rosaria and Waloed really, have little to no reason for conversing. What with the western side of the Twins, the Duchy's surrounding nations have either been at war or hostile with their kingdom. It's better to leave them be rather than stir up any more bullshit.

The thing is, Odin—The King, never does something without reason. He's a smart man, if he were any less than that he wouldn't have been able to take control of Ash in its entirety. So, his people have no other option but to trust their ruler—an astounding feat or debilitating stretch of the country, Cid's not sure.

Strongly advised to keep his head on his shoulders, he does not question the orders from Barnabas sending him across Valisthea. However brimming with need for answers, he bites his tongue and leaves to pack. Who better to test the waters than Waloed's Lord Commander? Trusted and skilled enough in his own right to be where he is, Cid's also replaceable need be—the King is not. At any rate, it'd be a hassle to find anyone near his level, so he supposes that's ground enough to go along.

Cidolfus ships out a day after he's instructed, alone, yet relieved. It's not a recess, he knows that, but he can't help the solace he feels traveling without company. Normally he's steering a group, if not several, of soldiers near frothing at the mouth to get some action. They can get quite rowdy and downright obnoxious, and he's not so far gone in the ego of his position that he follows in suit so easily.

It takes about one and a half weeks to arrive in Rosaria. If he purposely avoided shortcuts and riding chocoback—well, he's certainly not going to feel bad. It gives both nations enough time to make their final preparations anyhow, and provided that the Duchy became combative, a stolas would've made his way days ago. So, he assumes the exchange went well.

His status isn't one he ever thought he'd be in charge of, nor is it one he goes around shouting about; but it comes with its perks. Whispers of the infamous ' Lord Commander ' start up before he's even reached the gates, and by that point there's a flock of guards that have definitely left post just to watch him waltz in. There's no fanfare, instead just escorts into the castle itself to greet Rosaria's highest.

The Archduke rises from his throne and merrily shakes his hand firm, grinning with bright teeth and crow's feet etched beside his eyes. He's as humble as the rumors describe, and speaks of his sons like they're the world. Introductions between him and the Duchess fall short when she leaves in wake of a headache, but Cid's not hurt. Not when he greets the nations' dominant and his loyal first shield.

❝ If I'm honest, it's a little daunting to be in the presence of the Phoenix. Not to mention his kin. ❞

The youngest, all golden and sweet, speaks.

❝ Joshua. Joshua is fine. ❞

Cid laughs and nods, ❝ Okay, Joshua it is then. That means— ❞ He turns to the boy next to him, standing at attention and very clearly trying his best not to stare. ❝ You must be Clive, yes ? Youngest first shield ever, so I've heard. ❞

Joshua immediately pipes up again, almost bursting at the seams to sing his brother's praises. Where their father made it a point to talk like equals, the youngest son has no problem boasting about Clive's accomplishments—reciting the training he'd watched just this morning with such childlike wonder he can't help but wish he was there himself.

It's rude, Cid knows, but he hasn't truly looked at Joshua as he spoke. Rather, he looks at the man he speaks of, taking in everything he has to offer. Clive is five summers older than Joshua, but doesn't really wear the appearance of someone as such. Smaller than he thought, though clearly very skilled in his labor; he's toned, rough where it counts and soft in the face. He's handsome, chivalrous, bearing an almost uncanny resemblance of their father.

Cid's intrigued, to say the least.

#EVENING THE ODDS [ A; ] #taleswritten

[over--and-out]

Haven't I Given Enough

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Summary: Late night slushies with your best friends is nostalgic, an amazing way to spend your night. Recently it's all that's gotten Eddie out of the house, but you didn't realize why he was suffering so much.

Warnings: Volume 2 spoilers, angst, mentioned character death, post volume 2, mentions of bullying/harassment/abuse, again angst, this was a lot longer than I thought it was gonna be, the kids consuming way too much candy, yelling but playful yelling, play fighting, mentions of scars

Author's Note: There's a whole bunch of fluff before the angst, I also tried not to involve any ships regarding the younger kids so please don't yell at me for that.

"PUT IT DOWN, WHEELER!"

"NO, I HAD IT FIRST!" Mike gave a look as if to say 'Duh,' holding the bag above Dustin's head and Eddie laughed loudly when he snatched it. An absolute gremlin laugh. He rummaged through the candy bag, pulling out a mini m&m bag before tossing the plethora to Will, who laughed in triumph when he caught it.

"I HAVE BEEN CHOSEN!"

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Lucas screeched as he tackled Will and they went tumbling into the shelf holding all of Eddie's D&D things.

"Hey, HEY, DO NOT MAKE ME PUT YOU IN TIMEOUT."

You poked his ankle as he walked by, the action making him jump two feet in the air with a screech and everyone burst into laughter.

Max rolled her eyes and El burst into laughter as Mike jumped onto Eddie's back, wrestling him down for the tiny bag of m&m's; a dangerous game when you're fighting with Eddie Munson.

Max offered Eleven another piece of candy corn from the bowl in her lap, the brunette only taking them when they're offered and the redhead refusing to touch them. Lucas swung by and stole a piece of the candy, taking a munch break for a few seconds before tackling Will again for the big bag of assorted candy. Dustin caught wind of the bag, completely abandoning Mike and Eddie before joining Lucas in his rampage against Will.

"Sharing is caring- SHARING IS CARING, WILLIAM!" The D&D shelf fell down with a defeated slam and Eddie whipped his head around, eyes wide and mouth agape. Everyone froze and Dustin stared Eddie down. Lucas resorted to a karate stance and Will hid the bag behind his back.

"Now you've done it," Eddie mumbled. It was then that Mike took the opportunity to steal the metalhead's candy, downing the entire bag. "OH YOU'RE DEAD-"

The stairs to the basement creaked loudly and Steve grabbed a hold of Eddie right as he launched himself at the teen, Mike laughing loudly as he flopped down on the couch next to Will and made an attempt to steal more candy.

"We leave you alone for five minutes and you try to kill each other!" Steve shook his head and brushed his hair off of his forehead with his fingers, flicking Eddie on the forehead. He got a prompted shove in return and Robin descended down the stairs with grocery bags in tow. She had been waiting for the chaos to subside.

"And you said no to babysitting. Imagine, Steve. Eddie was a better idea to leave alone with the kids?"

"I'm almost seventeen, HOW AM I STILL A-"

"MIKE, IF I HEAR YOU YELLING ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR I'M COMING DOWN THERE AND STEALING EVERYTHING YOU LOVE!" Nancy's yell cut him off, Dustin trying and failing to hold back a chuckle.

Lucas jumped up and nudged Eddie, offering another bag of tiny m&m's. A peace offering. Eddie accepted and gave Lucas a small nudge in return. "She's a real hardass when she's studying, huh?" He lowered his bag of candy, offering you a piece and you gladly took two pieces. He pouted, ripping the bag back and you laughed fondly at him as you shook your head.

"Yeah, she's always been like that. I guess. Sometimes, anyway." Steve shrugged.

"We should probably hang somewhere else, Nancy gets annoying when she's studying." Mike had finally managed to persuade Will out of a Reeses, sharing a cup that was broken in half with him and breaking his own piece in half to share with Eleven.

Max shrugged and leaned her elbows on her friend's shoulders, braiding the brunette hair laying over them. "Well I'm starving, we could go get some food?"

"It's midnight, what place is even open?" Robin took a chug of her energy drink after the sentence and Steve raised an eyebrow at her.

You raised your hand and slapped it on Eddie's thigh, the screech he let out catching everyone's attention. "Isn't the gas station open 24/7 now? They've got a shit ton of cool stuff in there."

"Oh yeah, they also set up that Pac-Man machine!" Will grinned as he leaned forward.

Steve had opted to go back home, stating he had an early work day in the morning but Robin still tagged along. Max had dragged El along and Lucas had followed with Max. You'd teased Mike and Will into joining when Mike said he was tired, Eddie and Dustin being rambunctious as always with each other.

You all took Eddie's van to the lonely gas station, the teen behind the counter scratching away at lottery tickets and not paying the group of you any mind. On the way, Robin sat behind you and talked your ear off about some movie that the Family Video finally got. Eddie mentioned something about D&D and Robin fell down a rabbit hole as the metalhead enthusiastically ranted to her.

Once inside, Max grabbed El and Lucas and made a beeline for the terrible hotdogs that were available. Seeing Lucas being dragged away, Dustin grabbed Mike and Will and followed. Eddie laughed at the younger teens, shaking his head as he decided that he was dragging you and Robin with him.

The three of you went over to the slushie machine, a long row of flavors lined up and Robin's eyes widened upon seeing them. "There's so many flavors! How does one person pick?!"

"Wait wait, you've never been in here before?" Eddie laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, quickly getting distracted by a root beer flavoring. He mumbled as he grabbed a cup. "It's only THE place to hang out if you want to fill your body with the most ungodly food known to man." He wandered to the row of flavors and you laughed softly as you shook your head. He was getting a completely different flavor than the one he'd been eyeballing.

"Well, I've never really gone out a lot. You know, strict parents and stuff."

"Well, we've definitely gotta hang out more often then." You smiled at Robin, patting her on the shoulder and she beamed a happy smile before jumping to get a slushie flavor.

Eddie let out a mischievous laugh, pulling a flask out of his pocket. "Thirsty?"

"Oh my God, Eddie-" you started and Robin rambled quickly.

"Eddie that's horrible. I want some." She held out her slushie and he poured a little bit into it. "Wait, aren't you the designated driver?" Eddie only shrugged.

"I'll drink when we get back. It'll be cool, just gotta drop the kids off first and then we can crash at my place?" He shrugged.

Eddie was taken back when he felt a gentle tug on his battle vest, his brows furrowing and he turned to see Eleven holding up some chili cheese fries. "May I have these?" Eddie's gave her a wide smile.

"Yeah, 'course. You don't even have to ask, knock yourself out." Eleven beamed at him and launched herself into him to give him a tight hug.

"Thank you!" She gave a giggle as she almost skipped back to Max, who was making her own ensemble of chili cheese fries.

You smiled at Eddie, who was smiling to himself. He'd spoil all of the kids rotten if he could, you knew that. Dustin had ended up starting a play fight with Will and Lucas over who would pick which kind of chips, Mike settling for a bag of York candy and Max was talking about which slushie Eleven wanted to share.

When everyone had gotten what they wanted, they had all assembled back at the front of the store where they set down all their stuff for the cashier to ring up.

All the boys insisted on paying for their own things, Lucas proclaiming that Eddie was broke which got a very unamused reaction from the metalhead. Max offered to pay for hers and El's things, but Eddie was gracious enough to cover it.

The cashier was not invested at all, simply ringing up the items as they were being handed to her.

Robin almost tripped when she tried passing her slushie up. "Eddie if you spill that, you're paying for it."

"I'm paying for it anyway!" He laughed, not realizing that he had finally caught the attention of the cashier. When he looked back at her and caught her glare, his smile immediately faded and he almost shrank into himself. He knew why she was giving him that look; she was a little brunette girl with bright blue eyes who was on the cheerleading team. Eddie vaguely remembered Lucas turning her down when she asked him out.

He cleared his throat and kept his eyes glued to the things on the counter. Max pushed herself in front of Eddie, grabbing hers and Eleven's things. "How much did you say that would be?" You set your hand on Eddie's back and gently ran it up and down, a look of concern on your face.

She huffed through her nose and you glanced at Eddie, who was still staring at the drinks on the counter. You could almost feel how uncomfortable he was.

"$15.46." Max scoffed.

"It says 10.46 right there."

"Murderers pay extra." Eddie let out the breath he was holding, finally looking up at her.

"Don't talk to him like that, he's not a murderer." You snapped at her, your attempts to keep calm failing.

"Listen, I'll pay the fucking fifteen or whatever. Keep the change." He slapped sixteen dollars onto the counter and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him after grabbing his drink. He was going to kick himself in the ass later for paying that much,, but he didn't even care at that moment. Robin grabbed her drink and rushed after him, Max giving the cashier a tight smile before grabbing the rest and walking away.

You could tell by the grip on your hand that Eddie was trying to keep himself together. He pulled you around to the driver's side of the van, wrapping you up in a hug with a shuddering breath. You immediately responded, hugging him back tightly and burying your face in his shoulder. His curly brown hair tickled your nose but you didn't even care right now. He needed you there, so you'd be there.

He had been cleared of the murder charges, Hopper had made up an excuse behind the earthquakes, the killings. Some people had believed him, but so many other people refused to believe it. How could they? Eddie Munson was a Satanist, a devil worshipper, the scum of the earth.

Eddie was none of those things. He'd never murdered anybody, he didn't worship the devil, and he was far from a terrible person.

He'd been too terrified to go out the first few weeks after he was proven innocent, both from shame of his scars and fear of being discriminated against.

"It's okay Eds. I'm here." You ran your fingers through his curls, some tangles holding your fingers hostage but when that happened you'd just move your hand to a different spot. He melted into you, Robin quickly running up and gently rubbing his back.

"Hey, you okay?" She tilted her head and when a sob escaped Eddie, she winced. "Oh, definitely not okay." Max was the next one to run up, Eleven in tow and they were both equally as worried about him as you and Robin.

Dustin was lighting the cashier up, swearing up one side down the other and saying that he'd report the woman.

You ran your fingers through Eddie's hair and kissed his temple, his grip tightening on you. "I don't understand it, why are people still doing this?" His voice was muffled by your shirt and your heart cracked at his words.

"When is it gonna end, this isn't fair. It's not fair!" Eddie turned his head, his face now not buried in your shoulder but rather in your neck. The way he was hunched over couldn't have been comfortable for him so you made the attempt to get him to sit down. Robin took his slushie before he busted the cup from how tight he was gripping it.

"Eddie, it's- it's still fresh, it'll die down." Robin tried reasoning and Max nodded along.

"Yeah, people will back off. Deep down they know you didn't do it."

Eddie's face scrunched up as he pulled away from you, laying against the side of the van and you brushed his hair out of his face. He had tears streaking his cheeks, his eyes glued to the slushie you had set down. El and Max both sat on one side, the group of boys running out of the store with Dustin calling Eddie's name.

"That was a shitty thing for her to do, you didn't deserve that at all. You doing okay man?"

Eddie wouldn't answer, his eyes dulling as he most likely dissociated.

"We know you didn't do that, Eddie. We all know what happened." Mike continued on.

"Yeah, you're a hero." Lucas finished the statement from the group of boys, Will coming to sit on the opposite side of the girls.

"Haven't I given enough?"

His voice broke and with it so did your heart.

Eddie finally brought himself to look into your eyes, his own big and brown and the look he held screamed "please help me."

Everyone was silent. Nobody had an answer for his question, and how could they?

Hadn't he given enough?

His mother was a hippie addicted to drugs and his father was a runaway criminal who tried passing on the worst traits that he could to his son.

He went through school being bullied for his home life and how he presented himself, along with the quirks in his personality that others found strange.

He was accused of being a devil worshipper who lead a cult.

He watched more than one person die.

He was accused of the deaths.

He got forced into hiding and hunted like a wild animal for things he didn't do.

When he decided do what he thought was best to keep those he loved safe, his body was brutally mangled and scarred.

And it still amazed you that despite all that, Eddie Munson still smiled and lived his life as if he was the most carefree person on the face of the planet.

Eddie Munson loved the people around him with all his heart and always put them first.

That's the thought that drew the tears to your eyes. You stared into Eddie's eyes, those that pleaded for an answer to his question, and cried. You couldn't answer him, even if you wanted go because you didn't know how to.

"I'm sorry." You ran your fingers through his hair for a long moment before the dam holding you together broke. You tugged him to your chest and held him there, his arms latching to you. "I'm so sorry, Eddie." You buried your nose in his mess of dark curls, just holding him.

"I can't answer that question for you, and I don't think I'll ever be able to." Robin and Eleven both seemed to share the same mindset as they set their hands on your left shoulder. Eleven's hand made it there first, Robin's hand resting gently over hers.

"Eddie, there's some things that we'll never be able to explain. Things aren't fair, they might not ever be fair." His grip tightened on you, his breath shuddering. "I can make you a promise, Eddie." He nodded into your chest. You nodded back and hugged him.

"I can promise you, you will always have the people who love you. And God, do we love you Eds." You pressed your lips to the top of his head in a lingering kiss. "You are loved. You're loved so, so much." You pulled his head from where he was hiding in your chest, your hands cupping his jaw. Your bloodshot eyes met his, your tears mirroring his own.

"You are loved, Eddie. So much."

He sucked in a sharp breath as Dustin placed a hand on his back, his eyes refusing to tear themselves away from your own.

But then Will joined in. And Mike. And Lucas. And Max.

His dam seemed to break again but with this sob came a small laugh.

"I really couldn't ask for anything more, man." He looked back at the boys and gave them a weak smile, slapping his hand on Lucas's shoulder and then flipping Dustin's hat off. He earned a screech from Dustin but it was short lived as everyone began to laugh.

Only Eddie could make a crowd laugh when he was the one who needed to be comforted.

It was late when you got back to Eddie's trailer. Robin had passed out in the van so he woke her up long enough for her to walk in and crash on the couch. He'd driven the group of younger kids to Mike's house after they'd declared that they were going to have a sleepover. (Dustin proclaimed that he didn't want Eddie or Robin parenting but you figured he knew Eddie needed time to wind down.)

(That or he REALLY didn't want the added chaos of both Eddie AND Robin.)

Eddie tossed his keys onto the counter, taking a slug of his half melted slurpie that you noticed was still alcohol free. You watched the way he moved, the way his muscles moved over the cloth of his cropped shirt and denim vest. You weren't staring out of lust or even just to purposely stare, you were almost waiting for something to be said.

His brown eyes flicked to you as he took his long drinks, the straw sliding free from his lips and his jaw clenched as he took that final sip. "What?" His lips smacked a bit before he spoke and he gave you a once-over as if that would answer his question for him.

"Are you okay?" You knew that asking the question would be a step onto thin ice. Every time it was asked you got the same response. 'Yeah, I'm good.'

Except you didn't get that response.

"I will be. I'm trying to be." He glanced from you to the floor and then nodded his head a bit before he looked back at you. Almost as if he was checking to see if his answer was good enough.

You offered him a soft smile, setting your drink down before quickly picking it back up and striding over to Eddie before offering him a sip. He relished in the opportunity, perking up before taking the biggest sip you've ever seen somebody take.

"Hey-HEY! EDDIE!" You jerked the cup away and laughed as he followed it, finishing his sip before he joined you in laughter. His head flopped onto your shoulder, brown curls flying everywhere and his hand came to rest on the side of your arm.

His hand slid from your arm to your back, his other hand setting his cup down before he had wrapped you up in a hug.

Eddie had stayed like that with you for a long moment, holding you close with one of your hands tangled in his hair.

"Thank you. For loving me."

You smiled at his words and pressed a kiss to his temple. He pulled back and grabbed your face with one hand, his grip gentle as he leaned down and kissed you. His grip slowly slackened before he was running his hand up your jaw to cradle your head.

"I love you too, y'know?" He offered a shy smile, his face flushed before he laughed and looked down. No matter how long he's been yours, he still acted like an awkward little boy with the most massive crush in the world. In reality, he was.

He had a massive crush on you. You, who gave him unconditional love, laughed with him when he made a joke and even made your own jokes from time to time. Your personality had him head over heels for you and while he didn't act like it all the time, you had him wrapped around your finger. He was your ring, and you were his own ring in the form of a halo because he could swear you were an angel sent by God himself if only Eddie could bring himself to utter the words.

You'd looked at him, the freak, and told him you loved him despite everything else. Even after he was scarred and traumatized from the Upside Down, even after Eddie was branded a murderer despite his innocence, you taught him that he wasn't damaged. It's taken him time to even understand the concept, but you remind him every chance you get.

The Upside Down was a pit, a hole that you fell into and couldn't escape. His heart stopped there, he ran into danger because he felt it was all that was left for him.

The day Dustin brought him back, dragged him from the Upside Down with the help of Steve, he was so angry with the world. Eddie was angry with himself most of all.

He refused to eat, he refused medicine. He didn't want to sleep or drink water or even move from his bed. He refused to live.

It was hell for the people that cared about him. It was a fight to even ask him a question.

You were patient with him, you stayed despite his tantrums and him screaming at you to go and leave him alone.

You were patient with him, so now he supposed he had to be patient with the world.

One day he'd have the answer to the question he desperately asked you outside of that gas station. Maybe not in this lifetime, but he'd have the answer.

He just supposed he had to be patient.

Author's End Note: oh my Gods this came out so long but it is such a rollercoaster of emotion for me- I really hope you guys enjoyed it.

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[sinning-23]

Record Player

Peter Quill x Black!Reader

Warmings: 18+ Mature content ahead

Okay so I may or may not have been fighting the urge to write forrrr GOTG so uhhhh TAKE THIS

Also this turned into some smut by accident lmao sooo 18+ MINORS DNI

Perhaps it was the fact that it was a simple, sunny, Sunday afternoon, and the stars in whatever galaxy you were in illuminated the ship in a light almost like golden hour, but you couldn't help but want to put your records on. As someone with impeccable music taste, there were never any complaints as to what you played on the speakers of the ship, the sounds of Whitney Houston and Luther Vandross fill the silence on occasion. Today was different though. You wanted something that'd make you feel warm, something that would make the hours in space fly by even faster than before.

You smile, lifting the needle of the player gently, grabbing one of your latest albums, placing the record down with ease, manicured nails gently around the edges when you drop the needle again.

"Who is it this time?" Rocket questions, grabbing tools from the selves and draws awaiting an answer.

You smile, moving to the volume knob and turning it up as loud as it could go. If anyone was asleep still, they were definitely awake now.

"A group my grandma used to listen to, Earth, Wind, and Fire. Sound nice huh? Picked it up that last mission." You explain, moving to set the next coordinates on the ship, placing it on autopilot.

Rocket only nods, as Mantis steps into the space, eyes widening at the new sound.

"This doesn't sound like one of Peter's tapes?" She quips, looking towards you for an explanation.

"Cause it's not." You speak along with another voice, your head whipping around to see the subject himself leaning against the doorway.

Music was one of the many things you and Quill managed to bond over, aside from being the only two terrans on the ship. You both enjoyed the simpler things from your home. You shared your music, and he shared his. Often on nights when there was no sleep for either of you, just your thoughts and each other's company. You wouldn't lie and say there hadn't been times that had gotten so much more intimate than friends would ever. Sometimes he'd cling to you, hands finding their way clutching the fabric of your nightshirt, face buried in your chest, breaths heavy with sleep.

He'd wake up, unwilling to acknowledge the action, only keeping his distance until you needed him, your own hands clutching his arms as if he'd disappear. Sometimes keeping your face in his neck, fingers tangled in his curls. Or, until he needed you. It was like some unspoken rule and agreement to keep your mouths shut until there was too much tension and you'd burst with some sort of confession or explanation.

But for now, while your record played, you'd stare at each other only for a moment.

"I set the coordinates already, we're on autopilot right now." You explain, placing your hand on his chest before brushing past him a bit to exit the room.

He only nods, fighting the urge to watch you walk away. God, he loved the way you walked, the way you spoke, breathed, stared...everything. He liked how soft you felt under him some nights when his hands traveled farther than he first intended. he loved that when he crept into your quarters all hours of the night you didn't question, just opened your arms for him to lay in. And oh did he love that music was your outlet.

He lets the record play, a soft smile gracing his features as Mantis studies this.

"You like her don't you!?" She yelps, eyes wide as Peter's head whips around and he shushes her.

"Whoa whoa whoa where did that come from?" He responded back, Rocket deciding to cut in the conversation.

"I mean it's really obvious. You're not slick either, you spend more time in each other's rooms than you do your own." Rocket notes, finally taking his leave as Mantis does the same.

Was it that obvious? Well, it wasn't like you two didn't spend increasing amounts of time together. Maybe the lingering touches were a giveaway. Or maybe it was the way he looked at you when you fought like you cared less about the danger you were in and more about saving the people you loved and innocents. Perhaps it was the way you always held his waist to scoot past him, or how you grazed his hand with your own when you were searching for the next place to go.

Damn, maybe it was kind of obvious...well if it was maybe you'd picked up on it? You two were closer than friends but...what if you didn't feel like that? Maybe you held all your friends like that and were just a touchy person? No no that didn't even sound right.

He follows the exact path you went, hearing you hum now. Of course, this would play at a time like this. the lyric burns into his head as he follows the sound of your voice.

"You can't pretend there's nothing there." Your voice is growing closer now, the shuffling from your room becoming louder as you continue to sing.

"You want my love, well I betCHAAA JESUS PETER!" You screech, heaving from the shock of seeing him standing in your doorway.

He's immediately sympathetic, hands outstretched in a 'whoa whoa I'm sorry" stance as he tried to calm you.

"If I was being too loud you could've just turned the record down." You joke, swallowing at the flutter in your stomach. Had he heard you? You prayed not.

"No, that's not it, I just..." He was struggling to find the words now, the lump in his throat suffocating.

Why was it so hard to speak to you? It had to be the way your eyes were wide when he spoke...like you were clinging to every word. Or how your glossed lips were parted slightly, only being tucked between those pretty white teeth when you got anxious about his next words, like right now.

"I like the record, that's all. I can always count on you to play something good." He explains, avoiding what he really wanted to say. You can tell though, grabbing his wrist before he had the chance to leave.

"Thats not what you wanted to say Peter." You implored, tugging him to sit with you, and he does so blindly, letting your hand interlock with his own.

"This...what is this?" He asks, lifting your intertwined fingers.

You falter momentarily, trying to find a lie to cover up but he stops you, caging yours body almost, his free hand coming to rest on the other side of you.

"I...We...Peter, I really do like you. I love being around you and having you close to me and I love that we can do things that friends initially don't... but I want more than that. I want to kiss you when you come to me at night for comfort without feeling like something is at risk." You explain, feeling hot under his intense gaze.

"Then do it, I'm telling you now that nothing is at risk. I wish you would just do what you wanted with me. I hate only having to keep my hands in one place. I wanna feel you y/n." He confesses, your bodies becoming closer by the second.

Him leaning into you and you find yourself mimicking the action letting him lean you back against the soft mattress, pulling your legs to either side of him. Your arms are around his neck now, the feeling of your lips against his fills you with sparks. His facial hair is slightly rough in contrast to how soft your skin is, and he can finally sink his teeth into you after fighting it for so long.

"The door," You whine, fingers once again tangled in those curls. It's no use though, he doesn't want to let go yet, tapping your thigh as to get you to lock them around him. When you do, he lifts you, large hands squeezing the underside of your thighs before he kicks the door shut.

“How long have you wanted more?” He begs, letting you feel up under his shirt, strategically pulling it off. It was only a matter of time before you both were to be undressed.

“Too long to keep track of.” You respond, latching to his neck, sucking hard enough to turn the skin a bit red. It'd be darker soon.

“I need numbers, i know you keep track of stuff like that. Tell me.” He demands, hiking up your skirt, hesitant when he feels the fabric of your panties. 

“I-I don't know.” You lie, avoiding his eyes. He knows your lying but he also knows how to get the truth from you. 

“Yes, you do,” He begins, pressing his thumb down against your clit over the fabric, the pressure making you gasp a bit. 

“And I know how to get you to answer me.” He states, pulling them to the side before kessing kisses to your lips, skillfully pushing two fingers into you, catching the moan that leaves your lips with anothe kiss. 

“Tell me how long and I’ll move. Its easy enough.” He explains, still keeping his finger still, letting you squirm and squeeze against them. 

“Six months ago, now please, please move.” You moan, feeling him smirk against your neck.

“Atta girl.” He chides, finally giving you the satisfaction of feeling his fingers pump into you, all the while still rubbing calculated and soft circles around your clit. He drinks up your moans, taking time with his free hand to lift your shirt, now exposing your chest. 

He'd only touched once before, tipsy and trying to find something to ground him. You'd keep him close, stroking his hair, feeling his hands wander under your boobs, and he kept them there, the contrast of rough calloused hands against smooth, soft, shea butter-lathered skin amazed him. He manage to keep his hands from squeezing or touching more than what was appropriate, hell that had even been too much. You hadn't protested though, letting him ground himself as much as he needed to get through the night. Of course, if he got too comfortable you’d let him know but…this had been just enough. 

This was different though, both of you in your right mind, and eager to feel parts you had never been able to before. Your holding onto his arms tiger now, that impending orgasm creeping closer and closer around the corner and he knows.

There's so much to touch, to feel, to stare at. He wishes he could stay like this forever, just exploring you, every inch of your mind, body, and soul, hoping you'd explore him in return, touching spots he’d long forgotten brought him comfort, asked him things that’d make him feel so much smaller than he really was, attach yourself to him any way you could leave a mark that'd be permanent. 

Your legs are shaking now, wetness sliding down your legs and onto his hand, his name spilling like a prayer from your lips. His breaths are shaky and hot against your chest and she kisses, sucks, and bites whatever spot he can latch to. He can feel you, legs tightening when he doesn't stop, your pussy squeezing his fingers as you gush over them. The way you moan his name and grab his wrist in an attempt to make the pleasure slow. 

“Feels good?” He asks against your skin, ignoring the strain against his jeans. That wasnt his priority now. 

You can only nod, breaths heavy as you try to flip over, a bit weak from before but he helps you get to wher you want. 

“Your turn.” You hum, straddling him now, your lower half just above his pants waistline. He wants to protest but before he can get any words out youre lips are quick against his, your free hand skillfully undoing his belt and zipper. 

He's quiet for a bit, only watching you, his eyes moving around your frame, taking in the curve of your body, how your locs fall down past your shoulders and to the middle of your back. He drinks in the sight of you. 

“Youre so beautiful…” he whispers, sitting up now to try and speed up the process. Though he wanted to take things slow, he was becoming more and more impatient to be inside you. 

Youre both covered in splotches of purple and marron, the mprints of teeth still fresh in your skin. Its not quick when it happens but its enough to still catch you off guard. He lifts your hips, the tip sliding against your wetness, its enough to make you both gasp, his grip on his hips tightening when you tug his hair in response. You sink down, the stretch making you sigh, you eyes squeezed shut.

“Fuck, you okay?” Peter confirms, still trying to adjust to how you squeezed around him. His hips move only slightly, and its enough to make you moan. You only nod, grinding down a bit, only making him squeeze harder, the imprint of his nails now visible on the plush of yout hips. You needed him to move, your body hot and awaiting something, anything.

“Move, fuck, please Peter I need you.” You beg, lifting your hips, them bringing them right back down, the feeling making you lean your head back. 

You can hear him mumble something under his breath, it's laced with a moan though and he thrust upward into you, his pace now being set. Your record is still going in the control room, the sound faint when it's covered up by moans and squelching from each time Peter bucks into you. You can help but have your nails rake down his back, his thrust speeding up at the feeling. 

“You feel, so good. So so good.” He repeats, breathing heavily with his forehead resting against your shoulder. It's almost too much, your last orgasm only amplifying the build of the next. 

“D-Dont stop, please.” You beg, trying to keep it together for him, squeezing more and more the closer you get to release. 

“Squeezing, fuck. I won't stop, I promise.”  He whispers, trying his damndest not to finish so quick. 

Why did you have that effect on him? It was getting increasingly harder to not have his hips stuffer when you arched your back, pressing your chest to his. You can tell, seeing him close his eyes, trying to focus on you, and now how badly he needs this. 

“Stop trying to hold back, you can cum, I want you to.” You reveal, pulling him in closer, sinking your hips down onto him then lifting again, repeating the process. 

It was his turn to repeat your name, the shaken version of it filling your ears when he quickly pulls out, his cum spilling onto your thighs and sliding back don onto the sheets. Theres a prief silence wish is only filled by your breaths. Your record had long stopped playing now, and al you wanted to do was hold him and listen to his heart slow. 

“Feel good?” You tease, his eyes dazed and his pupils blown wide. He swallows hard, noddign at your statement. 

“Your record stopped.” He notices, and you nod in response. 

“Yeah, i dont think it covered up the last 15 minutes of that.” You chuckle, still holding him as your thighs begin to burn from being in this positionfor so long. 

“Still worried about our friendship being at risk? Id much rather just move to being yours.” He suggest, fingers toying with your locs now.

“Yeah, im prefer that.” You agree, kissing him again, your bodies pressed closer then ever, the warmth of eachother skin making you melt.

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ALRIIIGHT so there's that. It ended up being smut in the end but uhhh yeah. I'm most likely gonna write more and maybe make it angsty but we’ll see :D ALSO uhhh i got some more stuff in the Marvel universe being worked on which means the Marvel masterlist will be open for businesses lmao. Hope yall enjoyed and until next time my dudes 

#x reader #star lord #guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #guardians of the galaxy 2 #guardians of the galaxy 3 #gotg #reader is black #x black reader #x black fem reader

[antidisneystarwars]

Star Wars VIII: Echoes of Chaos Part 1

I really like the idea of Abeloth being the main villain of Star Wars Sequel Trilogy so I decided to run with the concept.

After the Title Crawl that tells us the galaxy is currently in a state of total chaos and of a sickness called ‘Force Madness’ that only effects force sensitives, we see Leia and the Resistance under bombardment by remaining First Order bombers as they try to make sure everyone gets onto the evacuations ships to the Main Cruiser. We see Poe and the other Resistance fighters doing everything in their power to prevent the First Order from gaining more ground.

Eventually, after a space fight, all the Resistance members gather together to convene for a meeting where Leia tells them that with the death of Starkiller Base, the First Order’s power has been severely weakened but they still hold many planets in the Outer Rim and have made alliances with the Hutt Clans and the Black Sun and because of this they will need reinforcements in order to liberate these planets. Poe asks how can they do that if the New Republic is basically dead to which Leia replies that while many of the New Republic’s senators and representatives were dead there were thankfully a few who were off-world at the time including a few of her allies who have convened in the old Senate Building on Coruscant to discuss their next course of action. 

On the Resistance Mother Ship, Finn is hearing someone. A woman’s voice. His mother? Before he can truly think about the voice, Poe bursts into his hospital room with BB-8 and is ecstatic he’s alright and that he’s adjusting to the new robotic spine they put in. Robotic spine? Finn sees that yes he now has a robotic spine put into his back before asking Poe where Rey was.

Finally we get to Auch-To where we see Rey handing the lightsaber to Luke who gently grasps it. There’s an unreadable but sorrowful expression on his face as he stares at his father’s lightsaber before he simply shakes his head and let’s the weapon drop and walks away. Rey is confused by this and tries to follow Luke who shuts her out. Rey tries to ask Chewbacca why he’s like this but Chewbacca just shrugs. Chewbacca busts open the door to Luke’s hut where they see him on the ground holding his head with a painful expression on his face. Quickly, the Wookie goes to grab and hug him to try and provide some comfort to him. Luke, realizing who it is, happily hugs Chewbacca back and gives him his condolences about Han’s death before asking who she is. Rey responds with her name and tells him he was sent by his sister to bring him back and to begin her training in the force. Luke bluntly says that he can’t and that she’s better off breaking her connection to force in its entirety. This confuses Rey but Luke refuses to elaborate further before he leaves.

With the First Order we see Kylo Ren fighting and training against the other Knights of Ren as Snoke watches delighted by his aggression and anger. Snoke then tells him that he’s grown stronger by the hate he feels towards Rey defeating them in their last battle and that soon the time will come for the ultimate test of his abilities. Kylo Ren says nothing. Hux walks in and tells them that they have gotten intel that the Resistance is heading for Coruscant and they should cut them off before they’re able to regroup with their allies. Snoke agrees and Hux leaves to give the order. Snoke then turns to Kylo Ren and tells him that when the time comes he will be the one to end the life of his mother, General Organa. There’s some hesitance but Kylo Ren promises he will.

Speaking of General Organa, we finally see her again in her private chambers mourning the loss of her husband and cursing Anakin, her son, and herself for their failures when one of her attendants asks her to come to the bridge. They leave together where Leia is informed that there’s several incoming First Order ships heading there way along with Snoke’s flagship, Supremacy. Quickly, she starts ordering the pilots to their ships while she mans the bridge. Unfortunately, it’s not enough. The Resistance ends up losing after Leia calls everyone back to the Mother Ship. She orders Poe to take any survivors and continue to Coruscant while she sacrifices herself and the main ship. Poe begs her to reconsider but Leia won’t and instead she gives him a holodisk that is to be given to Senator Celchu of New Alderaan and no one else. He’s forced to leave her behind as he orders everyone to flee. Leia stays on the bridge awaiting the arrival of the First Order and lo and behold, it’s Kylo Ren and the Knights of Ren. Leia greets her former son with Kylo Ren, hate in her eyes asking if he’s come to kill her too and he says not yet. He then orders her capture and the Knights of Ren try to grab her but she simply ignores as she heads onto the Supremacy. 

Back on Auch-To, we see Rey trying to practice with the lightsaber however her technique is sloppy. Luke doing his daily routine tells her that if she continues like this, she’ll take an arm off and he should know. Rey says that she beat Kylo Ren and Luke says that she got lucky and that even in the past he was never good with a lightsaber since he preferred using the Force. Rey is confused by this for a minute and asks what Kylo Ren was like as Ben. Luke gets a sad far away look in his eyes before he simply walks away. Rey is even more confused. We cut to Luke walking into the Millennium Falcon where he summons a hologram of him, Han, Leia, and Ben but also of another woman and boy. They’re all younger and they actually look happy. We hear the distinctive beep of R2-D2, Luke turns around to see R2-D2 rolling over to him with a bunch of happy chirps and beeps and we see Luke smile at him as he bends down to give him a pat on his dome. The Skywalker tells him that’s he sorry he sent him away which R2 seems to acknowledge before he summons the hologram of his sister from all those years ago, Luke looks sad before looking away telling R2 that he can’t leave the planet no matter how much he wants to.

We regroup with the Resistance who made it to Coruscant where they are greeted by Senator Winter Celchu, a childhood friend of Leia’s and her eyes and ears after she was shamed for being the biological daughter of Darth Vader. Poe, remembering Leia’s words hands Winter the holodisk when Poe sees Finn start to become dazed as he begins to grasp his head. Poe calls out to him and Winter looks deeply concerned, like she’s seen something like this before. Finn finally snaps out of it before seeing their expressions and asks if everything is okay but they still look concern and Winter asks if Finn is force sensitive. This confuses Finn and he says no without hesitation. Winter doesn’t exactly look convinced but doesn’t elaborate any further and instead has the remaining group of Resistance members join on a transport she’s arranged to take them to the senate building.

At the Senate Building we see there’s only a handful of senators belonging to the New Republic left who are clearly shaken by the events that surrounded the destruction of the New Republic’s capital. Winter along with Poe and Finn comes to the stage and puts in the Holodisk from General Organa who tells the Senate about the situation they currently face and how they can defeat the weakened First Order. However, Finn has another attack and actually collapses this time. Senator Celchu seeing tells Poe to bring Finn to her office while a strange person watches on. 

In her apartment, Finn slowly comes to and muttering about a strange woman’s voice. Poe is confused by Senator Celchu looks terrified that doesn’t go unnoticed. Wanting to seem normal, she tells Finn that she’ll go and fetch him a drink of water with Poe where we find out why Senator Celchu was so disturbed is because she believes Finn is force sensitive and is showing the early signs of Force Madness. Poe asks what Force Madness was and Senator Celchu answers that it’s a type of mental illness that seems to only affect those who are sensitive to the force and that Leia and Luke had nearly succumbed to the effects only for Leia to break off her connection with the force entirely while Luke disappeared. She also mentions that others were not so lucky and were ‘sent away’ to an institution though she doesn’t elaborate on who exactly and there seems to be more to the story. Poe promises that Finn will be fine but Senator Celchu doesn’t seem to believe him.

On Auch-To, we see Luke wake up to a redheaded woman smiling down at him and petting his hair. Luke looks shocked for a moment before saying, ‘Mara?’ The redheaded woman smiles before saying, ‘Come on, Lars is outside and we’ll be heading home soon.’ Luke seems about to go with her before stopping and screaming for her to get out of his head. The redheaded woman’s face turns into a horrifying smile full of razor-sharp teeth and attacks Luke...and he wakes up to see Rey. She’s frustrated with Luke’s refusal to teach her and tries to argue with him, and Luke simply replies that if she feels that way then she should leave and go back to Jakku. This infuriates Rey who runs to other side of the island to practice for herself and prove to Luke she’s serious when she begins to hear a voice. It’s strangely familiar. Compelled, she begins to follow the voice down into a cave where she continues to hear the voice until it leads her to a strange reflective rock that looks like a large mirror. Suddenly, she hears the voice again as two figures start to appear. Who was it? Was it her parents? Something started to come into view. Someone. Rey leans into see more clearly until she sees something that looks like a smile but before she can really decipher what it is, she’s grabbed from behind. It was Luke who drags her out of the cave.

She screams and yells at him saying that she almost saw her parents which Luke bluntly says that no she didn’t and that she was being deceived. She demands answers to which Luke after a bit of hesitation finally relents and takes Rey up to the Altar, the most ancient building on the island where she see a grand mural depicting three figure in white, gray, and black fighting off some kind of demon before a mosaic of the same three beings on the opposite wall. Luke explains that the three on the wall are called the Father, the Son, and the Daughter who represent the Balance, the Dark Side, and the Light Side respectively and were worshipped as gods by the early Jedi before their memory faded into myth and legend before being forgotten altogether. However, he explains there was one more of these god-like creature, the Mother, the Chaos of the Force, called Abeloth. Being the incarnation of Chaos, she was filled with hate and malice and nearly destroyed the universe until the Ones managed to seal her away into the core of Auch-To where she has stayed for millions of years. Rey asks him what this has to do with what she saw and he says that she is on the brink of being released. For 50 years, Abeloth’s seal has been slowly breaking allow more and more of her evil energy to be released into the galaxy until it became so terrible that it single-handedly created Force Madness, a mental illness that his own son and wife were afflicted with until they, along with most of his students, and many other force sensitives had to be institutionalized. Even he wasn’t completely unaffected and would experience terrible nightmares regarding a creature with horrifying smile so he went on a journey to find the source and hopefully a cure for the madness but he ended up finding Auch-To instead where he learned that because his father and master caused the deaths of the Ones in the past, she will not spread her influence any further if he remains to make up for their actions. Rey asks if there’s anything that can stop her and he simply says ‘The powers of a god, maybe.’

Back with the First Order, we see Leia’s cell door open to reveal Kylo Ren with a tray of food which he tries to hand to Leia who coldly rejects it. He says she needs to eat something but Leia retorts that she’s gone far longer without food. Kylo Ren tries to speak to her again when Phasma comes in to tell that Supreme Leader Snoke has summoned him to his chamber, Kylo Ren nods before giving one last look to his mother who doesn’t care to even look at him. He makes his way to Snoke’s chambers where he bows to his master who tells him that he has felt conflict inside of him. Kylo Ren says it’s nothing but Snoke tells him that it better be since he will be the one to execute General Organa in 5 days before the whole galaxy. Kylo Ren nods but looks conflicted.

On Coruscant, Winter and Poe are loudly arguing that the New Republic should make a major assault against the First Order now that they’re weakened, however, many senators are still afraid. While this happening, Finn is experiencing visions and more hallucinations of a strange woman with long white hair who keep whispering for him. 

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