#didn't remember their ship name nor i bother to look it up

[radicaldadood]

Hot take if either Kaveh or Alhaitham is a women y'all would immediately say they have siblings energy

#reblog to help me spread beef #i like to beef #i want drama #i wanna see ppl argue #im bored #give right or wrong reasons in the comments #didn't remember their ship name nor i bother to look it up #kaveh #alhaitham #genshin #genshin impact

[gatitties]

hi so can you do a fic where The straw hats thought we died but when they retuned to scabaody we also come back?

Like the straw hats are like

WAIT YOUR NOT DEAD? HUH

─Strawhats x reader

─Summary: Everything seems to fall apart before their eyes when you die, only to find out that you were enjoying yourself in Sabaody and not in your grave.

─Warnings: none

lmao this was fun to write for no reason 😭🤌🏻

The loss of a loved one is a difficult battle, everyone on this crew has experienced at least one death of a family member or someone close to them to call them family, they hoped that pain would not damage their hearts again, unfortunately, you shattered their hearts when they found your limp body on Sky Island when you decided to go your own way.

With their hearts in their throats and their eyes red, they had to say goodbye to you bitterly, burying your body in a cluster of soft clouds, they were silent for a minute until Luffy was the first to give the signal to leave, he knew you would have liked that they were not so sad and that their adventures had not yet ended like yours.

They lamented your lack of presence, you always made everything a little more enjoyable with your nonsense, you managed to fit in perfectly with each of them and although you were not the smartest, most cunning or powerful on the team, they did not expect your early departure.

It was when they arrived at Sabaody for the first time that they thought they were going crazy, thinking that they had gotten over your loss, someone strangely like you seemed to be hanging around that island.

Luffy could clearly see how you were riding some attractions, Nami was confused when she saw you trip over a huge root, Chopper thought that the smell of disinfectant had made him hallucinate and see you eating cotton candy, Usopp simply thought he saw a ghost, Brook thought you came back from the dead to exact revenge when he saw you beating up a couple of guys who seemed to bother you, Franky could only catch your laugh, but it was so similar that he thought his brain was playing tricks on him, Zoro and Sanji bumped into you, but neither you nor they were paying attention as something bigger was catching everyone's attention and practically everyone was jostling each other.

While, oblivious to all the suffering, pain and coping that your companions had to do, you woke up buried in clouds a while ago, managing to get down and reach Sabaody miraculously like a stowaway on another pirate ship, you had planned to look for them and scold them a little for thinking you were dead, but your plans were thwarted when you found the island too much interesting, well, you had been 'dead' for a while, it was okay if you enjoyed a little time at the attractions before looking for your companions.

The thing is that you got so distracted and forgot to find them, if it weren't for the fact that, coincidentally, Jinbe ─who you didn't know since you didn't get to know him─ recognized you from the brief conversations they had with him about you, he was waiting in the queue to buy something and you were just behind, you started a chat to kill time.

"You look terribly like a person who died in the crew I'm part of now, I mean, because of the descriptions they made."

"Oh…"

The blood on your face disappeared at his words, remembering now that you had a crew to return to, and that in fact you were that supposedly dead person, you laughed nervously, wanting to resume your search, although there was no need.

"Hey, Jinbe, here! We were looking for you."

You blinked like an owl as you saw Luffy greet him with his characteristic smile, calming down as you saw the others walking a little further behind calmly, you smiled fondly when you saw them, making eye contact for a second with your captain as you sipped the drink you had gotten before, he casually greeted you by saying your name and you waved back, focused on finishing your drink.

"Wait a moment, you…" he narrowed his eyes looking at you again, drawing the attention of the others "Are you the twin of our dead comrade!?"

You choked on your own drink, Chopper patting you on the back.

"No uh- in fact it's me, the original, only and loved-"

"WEREN'T YOU DEAD!?"

You covered your ears when you heard Nami's scream, your tongue went dry and your body seemed to get smaller when you saw her gaze, everyone had different emotions reflected ─Luffy and Zoro were still a little confused because they really thought you have a twin─ but Nami was the most furious, she started hitting and pushing you.

"GIVE ME BACK THE TEARS I SHED FOR YOU!"

"AW, OH, SORRY!? YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD!"

You ran in circles avoiding the navigator, protecting your head from her light blows while you apologized for not having warned that you 'rose from the dead'.

"Well, who knows, maybe it's a zombie."

"Robin, you're not helping me."

You whimpered, hiding behind Sanji and Franky, waiting for Nami to calm down, it wasn't a reunion like you planned ─you didn't plan anything─ but everyone felt a little relieved, leaving behind the bitterness of losing a partner and enjoying your company now that you were with them again.

#op #one piece #one piece x reader #strawhats #strawhats x reader #request #reader insert #sfw

[iactuallydontlikestrawberries]

Every day I think of you; Every night I dream of you.

Ship; Diluc x Gn!reader Summary ; When the day ends he cannot see your smiling face anymore. Warnings; Character death A/n ; I cringed at the end im sorry 😭I just wanted to finish this fic

Diluc is envious of the way you look at flowers. How can you look at them with so much love? He thinks. How is he better than some flowers? But this is a dream, and he knows. He cannot see your sunlit face anymore when he wakes up in the mornings. He cannot hear your laughter nor your cries, for you are just a memory now. A fleeting one. One he wishes to grasp by the palm of his hands, but he can't. He cannot bring you back from the dead. In the morning he eats, the house is so quiet. He can’t bear it. Because just a few days ago you were sitting beside him; you were eating and talking to him. But you aren’t here, and he will eat alone for the rest of his life because he cannot think of anyone else to share his meals with.

He walks around Mondstandt from early morning to noon. His hair untied, dark circles around his eyes, and chapped lips. He wears a white blouse with black pants, he didn't bother to look good. He doesn't bother with anything these days. He sits on a bench in front of the cathedral, sister Victoria makes her way to him.

"The funeral arrangements are prepared, Master Diluc." She sat down on the bench next to him keeping her hands on her lap.

"Thank you," he mutters, his voice weak, and hoarse.

“Will you come?” She asks.

“To where?” He responds.

“The funeral.” She says

It’s a silly question to ask him. He was their husband, why wouldn’t they come? But he hates funerals. He hates it, but this is your funeral. The love of his life, the one who made him want to wake up every day, the one who loved him so much they died for him. But he can’t bring himself to say yes. He can’t show up at your funeral, say a eulogy and be done with it. No. Your death isn’t a one time thing because he won’t fall in love with another person; he won’t even dare think that someone else would be beautiful.

Your death will be forever, in the way he will remember your name, in the way he says it, in the way he will leave flowers on your grave, in the way your spilled your blood for him, in the way you fell to the ground with a sword in your chest, in the way he failed to save you.

Your death is his greatest failure.

Your funeral will not be today, it will be everyday. For everyday he mourns, everyday he will weep over you, and everyday he will think of you and every night he will dream of you.

#diluc x reader #diluc x you #master diluc #diluc x y/n #diluc ragnivindr x you #diluc genshin impact #genshin #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader

[kujiua-kun]

I realized there isn't a lot of Scott x Liam content, so I took it upon myself to help with that, cause I love a good Dork x Jock ship!

Also, my first time writing a werewolf character/heat so go easy on me!

Rating:: 18+ // Explicit

Fandom:: Monster Prom

Themes/Kinks:: Heat // Cycle . Pet Names . Knotting

Scott was acting stranger than usual, he constantly fidgeted at his desk, tapping his leg, chewing his pens, and whimpering...

Okay, these are things Scott normally did, but he was doing them much more frequently. The only one who seemed to notice this change from the norm was Liam. While he was curious, he didn't bother asking the werewolf what was wrong, cause showing basic concern for your friends is way too mainstream. It wasn't until lunch that  Liam got the answers out of him.

"Hey, Liam! Could you maybe call me a 'Good Boy'?"

Liam froze and looked up from his phone at the much bigger, and visibly worried, Scott.

"And for what reason would I call you that?" Liam asked with raised brows.

Scott's whimpers from earlier returned this time much louder.

"Bro, it's serious! Like, Really, really serious! Ultra serious!" Scott said his face becoming more and more panicked.

"I've had this weird...'feeling' all day like I haven't been a good boy! My heart’s been racing, my body feels hot, and I  had sweat dripping down my forehead all class today! Sweat!"

He sounded real anxious about that last part.

"Oh man, what if I'm cursed!" Scott yelled out.

Liam scoffed and cocked his eyebrow. To him, this didn't sound like a curse. It sounded like the basic signs of werewolf heat. 

Liam wondered why he was freaking out, shouldn't he have learned about this?

Then he remembered Scott didn't have parents, and he highly doubted, Scott's grandma was sexually active enough to warn him about it.

The only reason Liam knew this was cause of his "Monsters Culture" studies. 

And if there's one thing he knew, it's that werewolves can get pretty fucking violent if they're in heat for too long.

Personally, he always thought that was a harmful stereotype, but not wanting to risk anything, neither the School's mortality rate increasing nor Scott's oblivious Innocence, Liam played along.

" Maybe you are? luckily I'm a connoisseur of curses," 

Scott didn't know what that meant, but Liam used a big word, so that must mean he knows something! 

"Now Scott, has your Libido been more active?"

"Li-Bee-do?" 

The jock's eyes began to stare off into space as he attempted to pronounce the word.

Sometimes Liam forgot Scott was...kinda dumb.

"Let me put this in words you can understand, Have you been hornier lately?" 

A bit of blush appeared on the werewolf's face.

"Uh yeah, I think so..." He replied sounding embarrassed and confused.

"This is serious!" Liam gave a fake shocked expression.

"Scott you're cursed! And the only way to fix it is for me to call you a 'good boy'."

Scott paced for a bit and yelled.

"Dude! Please help get rid of this! Call me a 'good boy', please! Pllllease!" 

Liam chuckled, Scott was weirdly cute when he begged!

"Ah-ah," The vampire tsked

"You have to earn it, or else it won't count." He smirked up at the jock.

"Ok, how do I earn it !?"

Liam didn't say anything he simply grabbed Scott's hand and led him to an empty class. Perfect!

Once they got inside, Liam sat Scott down on a desk and started taking off the taller boy's pants.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Scott asked his head cocked.

"We have to perform a very precise ritual," The purple male said as he got Scott down to his boxers.

"If done correctly you'll earn the title of 'Good Boy' and be free from this curse!" He said as he pulled Scott's boxers down revealing his sheath.

Scott stared down at himself.

"What am I supposed to-" Scott let out a deep moan as Liam slowly massaged his sack.

"Sshhh" The vampire softly whispered, still massaging the wolf.

"Just relax."

 Soon enough his cock slowly un-sheathed itself.

Liam looked up into Scott's eyes, they were filled with lust. The smaller boy couldn't help but smile.

Soon enough, Liam pulled the tip into his mouth.

It didn't take long before Scott was moaning loudly.

"Oooh!" Scott moaned through clenched teeth.

Liam continued with his job. Slowly, he pushed down onto his cock.

Scott arched his back at the feeling. He'd never been touched like this before! His entire body felt hot and free.

He'd never done this before, but something was telling him to grab Liam's hair, so he did!

He grabbed onto Liam's bun and forced him down further. 

Liam felt the large cock slide down farther and deeper into his throat. While he was giving into the conventional idea of Vampires being good at head. He didn't care!

He felt himself about to go crazy, and honestly part of him wanted to give in but he knew what needed to be done. 

He slowly slid off the bigger man's cock, with a loud sloppy *Plop*.

Before Scott could say anything, Liam got up and stripped down his pants.

The werewolf sat and blushed, seeing the other man strip.

When Liam finished he leaned onto a desk, presenting his ass.

Scott stared for a bit before he finally understood what he was supposed to do.

"Ooooh."

He said out loud as he got up and stood behind Liam.

Scott wrapped his hand around the purple boy's waist while using the other to line himself up.

Soon enough he pushed inside Liam, moaning as he closed his eyes.

He thrust his hips forward, gaining a small moan from Liam.

"Faster!" The smaller boy commanded, not even looking back.

Scott complied, he went faster, and his movement became sporadic.

As his thrusts grew erratic his grip on Liam tightened, his claws digging into his purple skin.

The jock's thrusts were almost painful but it felt amazing.

"Yes!" Liam screamed.

Scott kept going, each thrust growing rougher with each passing second, but he slowed down a bit after a while.

Liam turned around to ask what was wrong. That's when he felt it, Scott's knot slowly but surely making its way inside him.

Scott moaned loudly when he finally connected, his fingers dug into the other’s sides, causing a few bruises to form.

His pace quickened and he thrusted harder with each passing second.

"Yeah!" Liam shouted excitedly.

Scott was now on fire, Thankfully not literally this time, he was ready to cum.

With one final thrust, his knot shot past Liam's prostate and he came inside.

Liam felt every drop of cum spill into him and smiled as he held back his orgasm.

Scott collapsed onto his back, panting heavily against his purple skin.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Liam spoke up.

"Good boy!" He turned and petted Scott's head.

Scott turned and smiled at the pet name.

"But you're still cursed!"

Liam smirked, if there's one other thing he knew about heat, it's that they don't just go away after one fuck session.

"Oh well, looks like we'll have to try again."

Scott took a deep breath and smiled.

"Alright, anything to be a 'Good boy'!"

This was going to be a fun week for both of them!

#smut #fanfiction #fanfic #monster prom #liam de lioncourt #scott howl #scott x liam #scott howl x Liam delioncort #vampie #werewolf

[witchybitchycrybaby]

Home

Pairing: the Mandalorian x OC

Summary: Din is touch starved, more than he knew

Genre: Pure fluff

Word count: 4k

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It was hard to say how long Lisbeth Cardin had been a member of Razor Crest crew. She once was Madalorian's bounty; the client never told him why he wanted the girl, and Mando didn't bother asking either. It was against his rules.

He found her on Naboo. She didn't even flinch when he appeared at her door as if she knew perfectly well that in the end he would come for her. When the man showed her the hologram with her photo on it, along with the bounty on her head, she just smiled sadly and held her hands out in front of her, ready to get arrested. She gave up; she didn't fight with him nor said a word. All she did was what he told her to do. And this shocked him to his very core. Why, for the God's sake, didn't she even try to resist him? So he asked about it when they were already on his ship in the cockpit while showing her where she can sit.

"Well, you're a Mandalorian after all," She said carefully, following his movements as he was taking his seat at the controls. "And I can't even shoot well. So if the gossips and stories are true, I don't stand the slightest chance fighting with you".

She had a nice voice. Gentle. If she was reading a book out loud, Din would listen to her, just for her voice and this alone, forgetting about the whole galaxy. She didn't sound like she was talking to a man who soon will hand her over to... he couldn't really tell to whom. She was talking without a hint of fear or disgust. Like under all this armor was someone who was just doing their job.

"Everyone is trying to get their freedom back" He answered quietly. He wasn't looking at her, he was busy getting the ship onto the air. Lisbeth thought he would add something, anything, but all she met was silence. With her hands still in handcuffs she tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear and sighed.

 "Usually when you want to get it back, you still have something to fight for".

~*~

Din Djarrin handed the girl to the client on some small, unimportant planet; he didn't even bother to remember its name. Not that he would ever come back here anyway.

He got a great reward, more than it was settled because the client was in rather good humor. It didn't even cross Mandalorian's mind to complain about it.

Before he left, he dared to glance at the girl for the last time. She was tall, almost as tall as he was. Dark hair covered her face like a curtain, and he just now realized how long they were. Lisbeth turned her head towards him meeting his eyes, which were protected by beskar helm, with hers dark like a night sky. For a little while he felt like the girl could see right through the black visor, straight into his eyes. She blinked and again turned her head, looking away from him, and the tearing feeling left him immediately.

But for that, he felt... sorry. For the first time in his life. He felt sorry for her, and he didn't even know who she was. That girl was his mission, and he completed it so now he should go and forget about all of it. Then why his disobedient insides twisted with nerves? What will happen to her? Had he brought her here for certain death? He couldn't stop thinking about it even when he was wandering through a small village buying some food on his way to his ship. Maybe he was just tired? Or sick? He shook his head while he was getting on the ship. He closed the hatch behind him and, just in case, decided to get some sleep before the flight.

~*~

He was standing in a clearing. The grass was tall there, it almost reached to his waist. Wildflowers grew everywhere; delicate violets and yellows mingled with each other in a jungle of green.

Mandalorian wasn't wearing any part of his armor, not even a helmet. He started to panic. They will see him. Someone will come here any minute and will see his face. And his creed... On the stars! He just broke his most important principle... He took off the helmet and now... now he won't be able to put it on again. Unworthy. He will no longer be able to name himself a Mandalorian, not anymore. It was the end, the end of everything...

But this Din from the dream was calm. Warm rays of sun shone on his face. He felt free, as if no threat mattered anymore, as if this particular clearing suddenly became the center of the universe.

He hadn't even flinched when he felt her hands covering his eyes. The warmth of her feminine body on his back as she clung to him with her whole being. She was here, safe, with him.

"Guess who?"

He knew this voice. It has always echoed in his head, in reality, and in his dreams. He could listen to her for hours, and he would never get bored.

Din knew who she was, of course he knew. She was everything. No one had meant that much to him before, not as much as his wife.

She leaned her head just a little and hid her face in the crook of his neck. Her warm breath tickled his sensitive, velvety-soft skin. He felt so good like he finally found himself a home. For the first time in ages he knew that someone was waiting for him, taking care of him, loving him. He thought he'd die if he lost her.

He laced his covered with tiny scars fingers with hers, lowered their hands to the height of his heart, and squeezed tightly. The girl smiled, and he felt her lips curving into an arch. Mandalorian already wanted to turn around and finally see her, lock her in his arms and never let go, but she was faster. Her lips mercilessly slow touched his skin where his pulse raged in a tender kiss. A wave of heat poured over him and his blood rushed in his ears. He wanted, he needed to feel her more and more. The girl laughed sonorously as he began to turn to face her, but all his gaze met was... nothing. She wasn't there, vanished into thin air.

Only her laughter continued to echo in the air.

~*~

He woke up abruptly, the girl's voice still in his ears. He was breathing fast, practically panting as if he'd run many kilometers.

The touch of her fingers on his face, on his ungloved hands, and her lips on his skin engraved in his mind and even now, surrounded by metal walls of his ship, he felt this phantom proximity as if it was real, as if she was standing right next to him.

The sound of metal screeching against the metal when he leaned his head against the wall filled the room. He was almost sure that the woman from his dream and the girl he'd brought on this planet a few hours earlier were one and the same person. Just why was he dreaming about her? This has never happened before. Besides, him taking off any part of his armor near any living person was absolutely impossible. What could possibly lead him to break for her his rules and everything he believed in?

He was shaken off by a loud knock on the ship's hatch. Mandalorian took a few deep breaths and went to open the ship, his hand hovering above the blaster.

Outside he saw her.

Her dark hair was a mess bigger than he remembered, like she'd run to him - to his ship. He couldn't move as the girl threw the handcuffs to his feet, the very same he'd previously handcuffed her hands with. Din stood rooted to the ground and watched as she climbed the ramp. As she approached him, he could see more and more details: her cheeks were bright red, and her chest rose and fell rapidly but at a steady pace. There was a shy smile on her lips and those blue eyes looking at him were bright and wide. He had that feeling again, that she could see through the beskar straight into his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" He gasped and prayed that his voice wouldn't sound as nervous as he felt.

"You brought me here" She panted. "I don't know how can I come back home."

Mandalorian had never been so happy that no one could see his face. She wanted to come back home... But the only thing he managed to do was to blink helplessly, he thought this mouth was half open too. He knew he had to say something to break the awkward silence. He cleared his throat so quietly and softly that he couldn't be heard through the helmet.

"That's not my problem. I'm not coming back on Naboo."

In his own ears he sounded harsh and rough. Not exactly how he'd planned it, but he thought maybe that was how he would get rid of her.

"I don't have to come back on Naboo," She said quickly, took a step closer to him and Din thought he stopped breathing. "I can stay on any other planet. I just... I need to get out of here."

"The client?"

"He won't look for me anymore" She shook her head. That shy smile faded and was replaced by a sincere and broad one. It was like she knew perfectly well he would let her stay. "Nor for you."

All of a sudden a thought struck him. Would his dream look like this if she hadn't vanished into thin air? Would she look at him with those big bright eyes? Would she smile only for him to see? And maybe...

"Lisbeth".

"What?" He rasped weakly and only then did he notice her outstretched hand.

"My name" She giggled and Din thought he was going to fall. Had he caught a cold somewhere? Or got sick? "I'm Lisbeth".

"Why do you assume I'm going to let you come with me?"

He'll be damned! He knew nothing about this girl after all. In addition, he wasn't feeling well. Technically speaking, he had nothing to lose anyway. It was his ship, he knew it as the back of his hand. And even if she wanted to fight with him, however, something told him she wouldn't do it, he would beat her.

Lisbeth's smile began to break and her hand started to drop to her side. It was just an impulse, but strong enough for Mando to reach for her hand and squeeze it. The girl immediately gave him her beaming smile once again.

"Never mind, forget about it. I'm going to Nevarro, you'll find a ship on Naboo there. And... you ran away. Do you finally have something to fight for?"

"Now I do".

~*~

Lisbeth didn't leave when they landed on Nevarro. Nor on the next planet. Nor at any other.

Mando offered her a job, which she accepted. She knew a little about mechanics which he appreciated because he needed hands to work. Later he found out that she hadn't lied about her poor shooting skills. When she almost shot him by accident, he took the blaster from her and instead gave her a beskar knife.

From someone Din Djarrin could barely tolerate, the girl quickly became someone he learned to trust. She didn't know much about other Mandalorians, how they thought or what was important to them, but she wanted to know more about him. So when she asked, he answered all of her questions. In those moments she would usually listen carefully and start nodding her head; the man was certain that she hadn't even been aware of this tick.

Lisbeth never questioned his behavior; it didn't bother her that he spoke so little or that he sometimes became too much obsessed with his targets. And she'd never mentioned the armor, not even by one word. It was almost like all this cold metal didn't exist in her eyes. Each and every time whenever she glanced at or spoke to him, she showed him that she sees the man underneath all this steel.

Mandalorian still had those dreams. Sometimes every day, sometimes he didn't dream of her for weeks. He always stood with his back to her, and she never let him see her. He could define it down to the second when the girl would embrace him with her loving arms and when she'd say "guess who?", he knew it all by heart. Sometimes delicate kisses turned into quiet "I love you". Both, no matter how often he felt or heard them, every single time had the same effect: he wanted more and more. From time to time a thought crossed his mind that maybe he wanted more than he could bear.

Until finally one day when they returned to Nevarro after catching another one of Mando's bounties, something changed. They both got used to this little habit: if Lisbeth needed anything or just wanted to get his attention without saying a word, she just had to tap his armor with her fingers. He got used to it more than he expected, but it was easier, and he hadn't even noticed that her fingers more and more often were choosing unarmored parts of his body: elbows, forearms, hands and knees.

However, what surprised him was not at all that he simply didn't notice. It also wasn't that he was actually waiting for her warm touches, which he could clearly feel through the fabric of his clothes. He was surprised that she herself initiated it all. It was bright as the sun that Lisbeth needed this simplest human contact, but Din wasn't really good at... showing affection and returning it to her as she tried to deepen whatever was between them. He would never dare to touch her, no matter how much he wanted to.

"Din".

"Hmm?"

He didn't have to turn to know where she was. She rested her elbows on the headrest of the pilot's seat as they flew through hyperspace, her face resting on her hands centimeters from his. If he turned his head, he'd probably lose his breath again for a moment, looking into her wonderful eyes.

"Don't you think too intensely sometimes?"

"What do you mean?"

"What- Och, come on" She laughed and bent just a little, so he could catch her eye. "You just zoned out for a good five minutes. A moment longer and you'd fry your brain".

"I still don't know what are you talking about. I always do that when I pilot and somehow you never had a problem with it".

"Yeah, I know" Lisbeth started straightening herself. She put her hands on his shoulders, the fingertips almost unnoticeably brushing his bare skin where the beskar ended. Almost. "But now I'm bored. Very bored".

He inhaled sharply and stiffened. Maybe it wasn't a real and proper touch, but he could feel a shiver running through his body.

"I'm so sorry" She panicked, suddenly taking her hands away. "I didn't notice that... I really didn't want to".

Mando let out slowly the held air and looked at the girl. She was biting her lower lip and pressing her hands to her chest as if she'd done something wrong.

"It's not... You don't have to... It's alright."

For a moment that seemed to be an eternity, she just stood there in front of him; she did not speak, did not move even a millimeter. He, too, was sitting in his seat, not daring to make any movement. He was afraid that if he did, Lisbeth would disappear, and that was the last thing he wanted. Finally, she knelt and placed her hands on his knees. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she reached for his right hand.

"May I?"

She couldn't know where his eyes were, and yet she was staring right at them. Her dark ones, so trusting and full of something he couldn't quite name. She held his hand in hers, perfectly smooth and warm, like she held her whole world. Some part of him screamed that if he touched her, he would destroy her innocence and delicacy. That he was a killer, mercenary, he took the lives of so many beings that he couldn't even count them. How could she even bear his touch on herself?

But then Lisbeth stroked the back of his hand reassuringly and it was slowly killing him. Din's fingers burned and begged to feel it for real, her skin on his. The girl didn't do anything else; her eyes were still waiting for his answer, a sign that allowed her to continue.

Finally, he nodded, and the most beautiful smile he had ever seen appeared on her lips. He still couldn't believe it was meant only for him to see, but he'd do everything, everything, to keep her smiling at him like that.

Lisbeth looked down, but only for a short moment to see where his glove ended. Her fingers slowly, as if she didn't want to scare and startle him, removed the cloth from his hand.

Suddenly he ran out of air. He felt everything inside of him going mad with sheer panic. If it had not been her, he'd rather die than take off that damn glove. Those rare moments when he took off his armor were... intimate, nearly sacred. And she knew it because she did nothing else after that; she just let his hand rest on the cool beskar on his thigh.

"Din".

He heard his name as if he were underwater. He was drowning and there was nobody to help him. But she kept repeating that one word over and over like a prayer. As the Mandalorian slowly returned to himself, he focused on her, she was his lifeboat. She was still on her knees, her hands resting in his lap, but her beautiful, stunning face was all he could see. Her curious eyes were filled with desperation and uncertainty.

"Din, I swear to whatever I can, I will do nothing to upset you or make you uncomfortable. I will not cross any boundaries, I promise. I just want... I want to... Feel you."

He felt dizzy and thought if he hadn't already been sitting, he would have fallen to his knees. She was waiting for him. She didn't rush him, didn't throw him into deep water, but let him catch his breath. He couldn't even remember the last time someone had spoken to him that way, like he didn't wreak havoc wherever he went, like he was worth that little affection.

He moved his trembling hand closer to her and when his fingertips touched hers, a shiver ran down his body. A bit as if he had been kicked by electricity, but in this case, it didn't bother him.

"Lisbeth" He whispered so softly that he wasn't even sure she could hear him. But she tilted her head slightly, which meant she indeed heard. "Please..."

He begged for something for the first time in his life. But had it even mattered, if all he wanted was to have her in his arms and hold her as close as possible? It was torture; she was right there, he could feel the heat of her body on his, and yet he made no move to reach for her, not that he could.

The girl smiled again, this time shyly and gently, and took his hand in hers. His whole life narrowed down to this second: to her warm hands, to their touch and to the blush that appeared on her cheeks as she ran her thumb over his bare skin. Then it felt as if the entire galaxy had stopped and there was only Razor Crest and the two of them. His heart was beating like crazy in his chest, and he hoped Lisbeth couldn't hear it. He had to remember to breathe as his lungs begged for oxygen.

"Is everything alright?"

Her quiet voice snapped him out of his thoughts and brought him back to her. He might as well give her his heart on a silver plate right now and tell her to do whatever she wants with it.

"Why are you asking?"

"No reason." She shrugged, and the fingers of her other hand began unthinkingly tracing every scar on his hand. Not even the slightest line adorning his skin was left without her touch. Din didn't care about them before, they were part of his profession, but now he wondered... what she thought of them. Wasn't she scared? Disgusted? But all worries were dissipated because her touch was like medicine, as if she could make them disappear under her fingers. "I just wanted to make sure that you're still alive under that armor".

How could she even think about something like that? Mandalorian has never felt so good before, so alive.

"And you?"

"Am I alive?" She raised her eyebrows and smiled even wider.

"No. Are you alright, too?".

And then Lisbeth Cardin did something that made her win his whole being, his heart and his soul. She tilted her head back and just like that... she laughed. Loud and honest. Just like in his dreams, but it was an even more wonderful sound. If he hadn't been so used to it, now he wouldn't know what to do with himself. It paralyzed him and all he could do was listen to her voice.

The girl looked back at him again and shifted her hand. He began to panic, he didn't want to end this for anything in the world. But she just intertwined their fingers and squeezed tightly.

"You don't have the slightest idea of how glad I am that you found me, Din Djarrin".

How could he expect that those words could cause such a reaction in him? That in one second he would just blink helplessly and in another he would reach out to finally get her in his arms? Lisbeth was still laughing, a bit quieter when she straddled him and threw her arms around his neck. Mando quickly removed the leather glove from his left hand as well and, tossing it somewhere on the floor, he placed it on the small of her back. Then he hesitantly brought his hand close to her face. He wanted so much to feel her under his fingers, yet somewhere in the back of his head he still had that intrusive thought saying: what if she doesn't want it? But Lisbeth surprised him once again, for as soon as his hand was close enough, she tilted her head and snuggled into it.

This time it was not electricity but fire that poured through his veins. His fingers traced the shape of her jaw, cheekbones, the soft curve of her brows and nose, and when he finally reached her mouth he hesitated for a moment. But then he touched her full, rosy lips and his whole body begged for him to take those fingers, put off his damn helmet instead and kiss her already. He didn't do it though, he was too lost in her warm, soft skin and her fingers caressing the back of his neck. When he ran his thumb over her lower lip, Lisbeth trembled slightly, almost unnoticeably placing a kiss on his fingertips. Almost.

Driven by a rapid impulse, with his hand still on her face, he rested his forehead against hers. The girl didn't even flinch as the cold metal touched her skin. Instead, she just clung to the Mandalorian even tighter.

Holding her, Din felt like he had found his home. That no matter where he was, she would be waiting for him. That her soothing arms would always be stretched out just for him. And though he wanted to do so many things to her, feel her much, much more, hugging her in the cockpit, in his pilot chair was still enough.

#din djarin #fluff #fanfic #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x original character #din djarin x female oc #oc #star wars #mutual pinning #english is not my first language

[just-antithings]

"you can only tag 4 characters on ff.net" you know what I'm just gonna put all this in bullet points

*now* you can tag 4 characters. used to be 2. they refuse to raise the limit further because "no matter how many characters there are only 4 of them can possibly be major"

now you can mark character tags as a pairing. before you couldn't do that. does that fic tagged with naruto and sasuke mean they're gonna fuck or that they're fighting over an oc? it's a mystery

speaking of pairings, ever wonder why we all started writing, like, "harryxdraco"? because ff.net banned / in summaries. along with a bunch of other characters. banned them in the story proper as well so unless you know the workarounds your formatting is fucked

on the topic of summaries, the allowed length is ridiculously small. almost every story summary I've ever seen is cut off

looking back I think I can put together why so many 00s fandoms favored the idiosyncratic style of ship names. definitely made searching easier

also you couldn't request character tags at all until there were at least 500 fics in a fandom. then someone had to manually send a character list to the site admins and wait for approval. I recall one of my fandoms getting past 1000 and still no character tags, though IDK if that's because they weren't requested or weren't approved

then there's the completion tag. that didn't use to exist either. about the only workaround was to waste valuable summary space to add a giant **NOW COMPLETE** message, though not everyone bothered to do that

neither pairing tags nor completion tags were applied retroactively (which tbf would have been a lot of work) but they were both added too late in the site's history to be of real use

crossovers! you could tag any work as a crossover, but unless it was one of the most popular (ie teen titans x young justice or sailor moon x ranma*, and yes I know they look like ship names) there was no way to tag whatever you had crossed it over with. and a work posted in a crossover category didn't show up in the main pages for either work

c2 communities (which functioned as basically themed rec lists) were about the only workaround for actually finding fics based on what you wanted, but a) like everything else useful, they were introduced far too late to be of much usage and b) each user was allowed to curate ONE and only one community. there was a supposed justification for that but I called it BS even then

also of course there were the purges. sometimes for no reason. I feel like this is the one bit of ff.net crap that people tend to remember

*this used to be obscenely popular. google 'fuku fic'

so as a fandom old (remember when every fandom had its own tiny fic archives? I don't miss that) I am so incredibly glad that we now have sites that keep up with the times and don't go out of their way to make everything more annoying (this is isn't even an exhaustive list, it's just all the grievances I could personally recall)

but yeah, thank goodness for ao3

yeah seriously I still use fanfic.net out of nostalgia (it’s where I first started posting my works) and bc certain fandoms tend to be more active on there, but ao3 is far superior

#mod erin #ask

[blueberryrock]

Need bingo asks?? I got you!! How about “communicating with letters/signs”

A/N ngl this was a tough one for me to write lol, hence why it took so long, but i decided to do Faramir x Eówyn! I don't remember their ship name or if they even have one, but for this, i couldn't think of a way to show them writing letters to each other very well. I really hope this makes sense lol

Anyway, enjoy, i didn't mean to make it a lil sad XD and if anyone wants to send me a Valentine card thingy, look at some of the prompts here and send one in!

Where is it! Where is it!

Eowyn lets out a soft sigh as she stretches to reach the highest shelf in her room. Dust gently falls off in large quantities, making her scrunch her nose as her hand moves along the shelf.

"I could have sworn..." Eowyn trails off as she moves away from the shelves, frustration building in her as her eyes sweep her room. Locking onto the large wardrobe at the end of the room, her feet carry her towards it and she swings it open.

Her hands move the long dresses out of the way as her eyes scan the wooden bottom. Gently chewing on her lip, Eowyn frowns when she finds an odd small chest abandoned behind her gowns. Pulling it out and wiping it off, an odd smile tugs at her lips as she recognizes the small flower carvings on the top. Closing the wardrobe's doors to rest on them, Eowyn slowly opens the dark wooden chest to find rolls of parchment exploding out of the small box.

With a small smile on her lips, she unrolls one of the scrolls letting out a snort as she reads the first paragraph.

It is with a heavy heart that I must say this, Barath has no business in ruining Carith's courtship to Lady Luna! Carith is a highly skilled warrior and in her kingdom's court, while Barath was born and lived in the wilderness his whole life! Regardless, i am glad that you are enjoying the book, while it may not be in the correct way, I have had to tell my Father of its disappearance as an unseen turn of events. He isn't very happy about it, but I do look forward to your next visit and pray that it is soon.

Do you think you could give me more recommendations? I have read the two you have already given me, and I quite like the on–

Eowyn lets the scroll fall out of her hand and onto the floor, quickly turning towards the small chest to find the letter as she knew he kept his letters completely organized with the complete date while she was often lax about that.

Finding the next letter, Eowyn opens it without hesitation, her eyes quickly scanning through the hefty paragraph that he had written about the books she had recommended him.

To be honest with you, I am surprised that my Father hasn't noticed all the letters going in and out of his kingdom, unlike your Uncle. Boromir found out relatively quickly and has decided to try and keep it a secret, but he is to go out on patrol in Osgiliath soon and I don't wish to think about what might happen.

But I am glad to hear that your cousin has liked the book as much as you have, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to keep it longer, Father already thinks it and most of the library has vanished.

Hope to see you soon, Faramir.

A small frown tugs at her lips. Eowyn remembers how insanely excited she would get whenever she or anyone else would spot the Gondorian rider, tearing open the letter with no hesitation and would sometimes read the letters over and over. While it does warm her heart to read memories, there is just something somber with their endings.

With a fleeting sigh, Eowyn moves to pack up the letters, not bothering to search for the last sent. She knew how it went, how Faramir explained how his Brother left for an Elven city nearly at the sea, how he had taken up the Captain's spot....how there was a growing darkness.

Shaking her head, Eowyn stands and wipes off any dirt from her dress. Moving to put the box where it belongs, she doesn't hear the creak of her bedroom door opening, nor the sound of soft footsteps as she closes the wardrobe before her.

"Eowyn?" A soft and familiar voice asked, making her flinch.

"Ah Faramir," she says, quickly turning around to face him. The soft crinkle in his eyes nearly makes her melt. "You frightened me, highly improper of you." She says with a small smile as her hands move to his waist.

"May I ask what you were doing?"

"Just reading old letters," Eowyn mumbles. "And may I say, you have excellent handwriting."

"Thank you," he replies softly, his hands cupping the back of her elbows. "I work very hard to achieve it."

"It is in fact a lot better than most around here," Eowyn chuckles to herself, her eyes glancing up to his as her hands move to wrap around Faramir's neck. "I love you, you know?"

"I do," he murmurs before pulling her in tighter.

#'i will never get that book back...will i?' #heh #no #$$nat's drabbles #eowyn #eowyn x faramir #faramir #lotr #lord of the rings #fotfics

[pedropascalssimp]

Hoth

Boba fett x bounty hunter reader

Summary: y/n is a skilled bounty hunter who works for jabba the hut. But even jabba knows that y/n has her limitations, so once jabba sends y/n on a particular hunt, he makes sure that boba is there to assist much to the man in beskar dismay....

Warnings: language. Slight Violence. Boba being grumpy and a bit of an asshole. And fluff.

|Got bored and made this|

The room was full of small chatter, men gathered to watch jabba's women dance, and the women that strayed in eyeing the bounty hunter who walked in with a struggling qaurry hungrily. It was no secret to everyone in the galaxy that boba fett's reputation didn't always revolve around the fact he was the most dangerous man in the galaxy, a skilled bounty hunter who put fear in everyone's core from just a glimpse of his beskar. But he also upheld the reputation of being quite the lady's man, every woman he came across seemed to be wooed by his voice, his word's, his aura. And the man was a tease, he was Arrogant, stubborn and a hard ass. At least that's how most viewed.

Walking to be stood in front of jabba's throne, boba kicks the man he had restrained in the back of his knees, making him fall with a whimper.

"jabba! I - I was going to pay you! I really was! But -

Boba cuts the man's words short by pressing his blaster pistol to the back of his head. "save you're lies for someone fool enough to believe them" his accent couldn't be masked through the modulater in his helmet as he spoke to the qaurry.

Jabba laughs joyfully at the sight of boba fett's triumph, catching the thief who was dumb enough to still from him. "well done fett! You must be rewarded for you're victory! Name a price or take you're pick" jabba motions towards the women chained to his side.

But boba simply shakes his head, "I'll take whatever credits you offer and another job" boba spoke while watching jabba chuckle.

"ah, ready for another hunt? I'll give you you're reward and another job... But that's for tomorrow, now you rest boba fett" the disgusting fat creature said just as you walked in. Two men cowering away as you had them in cuffs.

This draws boba's attention, for he doesn't remember quite seeing you before. Now standing beside boba and his qaurry, you shoved the two men by your side down onto the ground harshly. Boba only watches, intrigued by your heavily armed self and beauty.

"ah! Y/n! You're back earlier then expected!" jabba happily announced, you try hiding your disgust with the looks of the creature, the slob before you. Who had women chained to his side, you hated jabba, hated the way the women looked at you with begging eye's to free them, oh how you wished you could...

"it was an easy job, to easy in fact" you spoke his native tongue while resting a hand on your hip. Not even bothering to glance over at the man who's gaze burned into the side of your head.

"then how about I give you a job more challenging? Would that satisfy you?" jabba asks and you simply nod your head confirming you'd like that. "it's to big of a job for you to handle alone my beautiful little hunter... So I'll send boba fett here to aid you" you lift a brow at jabba then glance over at the man beside you, his t-shaped visor already looking right back at you.

Like hell you'd let this man help you on a hunt, you knew boba fett, heard the stories people told of him. How he was a flirt with the women, how he was a stubborn hardass. You didn't want to work with him.

"I work alone" you and boba both said at the same time, looking at one another you roll your eye's at him.

Jabba laughs, "you two are the best in you're profession, it's only smart to send my best two for the job at hand" he said while looking at you and boba.

"and what is the job at hand?" boba asks before you could, his voice rolled out of his helmet smoothly, like soft dark velvet. You find yourself wanting to listen to him speak more, but you quickly shake that thought away.

"I want han solo, he owes me money... His payment has been overdue for months now" jabba says and starts eating something you wouldn't even poke. You grimace at the sight and look away, boba snickering at your disgust quietly but you heard and glare at him.

"when I said give me a harder job jabba, I didn't mean impossible!" you point out the logical fact han solo was a tricky bastard and hard to catch.

"that's why I'm sending my best hunters for the job, with the two of you looking for him it's possible!" jabba spoke with a mouthful nearly making you vomit. "I'll be rewarding you both generously" you sigh and start considering taking the job, even if it does mean working with boba fett.

"we'll do it" boba tells him not even letting you speak for yourself, this makes your anger surface fast.

"what the hell do you mean we? What if I don't want to do the job?" you say speaking your own language while jabba chews away at whatever the hell it is he's eating.

Boba huffs before crossing his arms, you can't help but flicker your gaze down to admire his strong arms. "you'd be a fool not to take it girl, it's a good paying job" he said making you look back up at his helmet.

"it's a useless hunt... I mean, I don't doubt my strength for a second nor my skills of hunting but I'm no match against a wookie!" you argue with the man, "I honestly don't think you could even take the big fur ball in a fight!" you chuckle dryly. But he scoffs and simply shows you the braided wookie scalps hanging off his shoulders. You look at him surprised, not expecting that. Sure boba looked strong and skilled enough to handle his own well, but he was also shorter then most men you've met and never thought he'd be able to slay not one but two wookies. But you was wrong obviously.

"you were saying princess?" he smugly replied making you tense your jaw and bite your tongue. Speechless. "we'll take my ship and do the job and you won't have to deal with me again..." boba said making you nod, looking away from him and up at jabba.

"have you both settled on a agreement?" jabba asks, watching how you kept your eyes locked on his yellow ones.

"were taking the job... But don't expect me to work with anyone else again jabba, you know I work alone" you say in his language once more, voice dripping with venom as you glare at him. he only chuckles, looking at you wickedly.

"don't ever speak to me with such hostility, for I could always use someone with you're beauty in my collection, I have a spot saved for you..." he threatened you, putting at the empty caller and chain. You look at the spot and back at jabba with a stoic expression, hiding your disgust and fear.

"forgive me for my ignorance then jabba" you say more calmly and rush out of the room, boba bidding jabba bye before following you.

Once out of his palace your greeted with the burning heat of the twin sun's and the scorching sand, practically jogging away from the palace you head toward the town, in dire need of a drink. Hearing footsteps behind you, you simply scoff.

"why are you following me?" you snap, angry with jabba and this stupid hunt you had to prepare for. The cantina comes in sight making you nearly relax at the thought of drinking something, your mouth feeling dry.

"because I'd think you'd want to discuss the upcoming hunt" he said now walking beside you matching your pace.

"well I was hoping I could relax a little in the confines of this dump but obviously that's not gonna happen" you huff and walk through the door of the cantina with boba.

"let me buy you a drink and we'll discuss it here" he offers, and you could never refuse a free drink, so accept his offer reluctantly and slouch in a booth.

Slave I was a pretty neat ship you'd have to admit, you was seated in the co-pilot seat messing around with buttons. Fascinated by the different types of buttons in many colors, you peek over at the mandalorian man who was focused on flying the ship rather then your insistent poking around at the ships controls. Ever so curious you click a red button making a light flicker on, catching the attention of boba. You quickly placed your hands in your lap as if you didn't do anything and he eye's you suspiciously.

"stop playing with things... You act like a toddler" he muttered, watching you shake your head in denial.

"I didn't do anything!" you lie with a innocent smile, but he saw right through it.

"don't lie princess, I saw you out of the corner of my eye. Now keep you're hands to yourself" he scolds you while looking back over the stars that zoomed by.

You sigh deeply and Lean back in the seat, you was bored. Hyperspace not taking you to your destination fast enough in your opinion. Looking over at boba you decide to ask him so questions, what else was there to do?

"so boba... Do you ever take the helmet off?" you ask the question that's been brewing in your mind the moment you saw him. For the first few seconds he's silent before sighing.

"yes" he answered briefly, making you nod with a little grin.

"why don't you take it off now. It must be hot under there" you say, eager to see his face. You'd be lying if you didn't say you wasn't attracted to the mandalorian man before you, he was intriguing, your infatuation with him growing by the second as you traveled with him for only four hours. But damn was boba fett really slithering his way into your thoughts, plaguing your mind as you basically kept your gaze glued to his strong build. His strong arms and damn nice thighs -

"because I don't want to" he spoke snapping you out of your straying thoughts. You only nod and think of another question to toss at him.

"why not? I'm curious to see the man who was ignorant enough to take this job" you tease him with a grin, his helmet tilting in your direction slowly before he scoffs.

"because it's just killing you to see my face, I don't think you've earned that privilege yet though princess... But there's ways you can change my mind" he trailed off with a smug tone. You could hear the smirk in his voice making you shake your head with a chuckle.

"I'll survive without seeing it then" you said with a cheeky grin still. Although your mind began wondering to the ways you could change his mind....

"suit yourself then girl" he shrugs and leans back in his seat, relaxing some before the big hunt.

You smile at him with amusement, so far boba wasn't really that bad you thought. Sure he was smug and grumpy, but other then that he seemed like someone you could get along with.

Until you arrived at hoth, your destination where han and his wookie was supposedly at. This whole situation you found yourself in made you realize that boba fett was indeed, an asshole.

You sat in the ice cave shivering, teeth chattering together while you had your back pressed against the ice wall while hugging your knees to your chest. Small Fur blanket and jacket not nearly enough to keep you warm on this planet. Even the damn fire you made not enough to warm you.

But boba? He seemed fine, his warm under clothes and beskar enough to keep him warm as he laid on his fur blanket by the fire. Arms crossed behind his head as he laid on his back trying to rest some.

You look at him with doe eyes, "b - boba... I think it'd be b - best if we cuddled" you point out the obvious, for you was freezing to death and needed extra body heat.

"I don't cuddle princess" he states, brushing your chattering teeth and shaking off as he tries getting sleep.

You huff, a cloud caused by your breath wafting into the air as you scoot closer to the fire nearly on top of it. "if you wa-wake up and I'm dead... It's y-your fault" you stutter from the cold, nose and cheeks red as you sniffle. Maker this planet was hell.

"you act like you've never experienced I little temperature drop girl, toughen up" he grumbled while making himself comfortable. If you wasn't freezing you'd kick his ass....

"I'm used to planet's like tatooine dickhead" you muttered angrily, Glaring at the man. He only chuckles and shakes his head. That really got on your nerves.

But instead of shooting him or stabbing him in his damned thigh like you desired, your take your fur blanket that hardly covered your whole body, your legs uncovered sadly. You curl up into a shivering ball by the fire and try to sleep, hoping that while your sleeping you can forget the unkind coldness biting at your very being. Closing your eyes you try and lose yourself to sleep, but your shivering kept you awake. Body feeling numb from the cold.

Boba looks over at you with a little frown behind the helmet, hating to see you so cold.... He knew his beskar would be cold to the touch so he reluctantly stands up with a huff, stripping of his beskar leaving him in his underclothes. You peel your eyes open at the clatter of each piece hitting the icey ground, that's when you seen him take his helmet off, revealing a grumpy expression and dark brown eyes looking at you with annoyance. His dark hair short yet soft looking as he strides over with his blanket slung over his arm.

"you're going to die if you don't stay warm" he spoke, his voice even more intoxicating without the vocoder you always heard mask it. You feel your heart melt at the fact boba laid behind you, spooning you from behind as he wraps you up in his big arms, chin resting on your shoulder as he pulled you flush against his chest.

You sigh at his warmth, he felt warmer then the damn fire in front of you. Your shivering slowly subsides as you relish in his warmth, his touch. His and your fur blanket keeping the cold out as he held you.

"thank you..." you murmur, heart fluttering steadily in your chest as you never want to leave this man's arms again. It was comforting, a feeling of pure safety. And it was, he kept you safe from the cold.

"I can't have you die on me now, we still have a bounty to catch" he he whispers in your ear, warm breath fanning over your skin making you shiver for a whole different reason. His large hand finding yours as he held it, letting you cradle it against your chest.

"and here I thought you wanted me dead" you snort with amusement, referring to how you've basically annoyed him through this whole trip. He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"it would make this hunt far easier, but unfortunately it would also make it dull" he whispers, this time his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. Sending chills over your skin. He noticed and smirks, "besides you still haven't earned the privilege to see my face..." he lightly nibbles at your ear making you gasp at the abrupt action, heart pounding.

Damn boba sure knew how to warm a woman up, you was instantly feeling a warmth spread over your cheeks painting them red. "but I've seen you're face -

Your words was cut short as boba chuckles and takes his hand from yours making you nearly pout until he cups your cheek turning your head to look at him, dark eyes seemed darker as he leans down, lips ghosting over your lips now.

"yes... But now you gotta earn it" he pressed his lips to yours, your eyes shutting as you relish in the kiss.

Boba fett wasn't that bad after all. In fact, you hoped that you two would be going on more hunts together in the future.....

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A/n: and I oOp.

#pedro pascal #din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian x reader #baby yoda #mando x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #boba fett x y/n #boba fett imagine #boba fett x reader #boba fett

[hawksward]

Wolves in Sheep's Clothing Ch. 1: Push/Pull (Childe/OC)

Since being granted a vision at the tender age of 10, Irina has owed her life to the Tsaritsa and dedicated herself to rising through the ranks of the Fatui. In becoming a top-ranking diplomat she's received her easiest assignment yet: ensure the 11th Fatui Harbinger remains ignorant of La Signora's plan to obtain the gnosis of Rex Lapis. A simple task for someone who's made a career out of lying.

Unfortunately, even the simplest tasks can go awry when feelings get in the way.

Rating: E (For eventual smut)

Warnings: None that I can think of for this chapter, there will eventually be smut

Banner credit goes to @shinsotired because I'm incapable of art.

Prologue:

Cold. She couldn’t remember the last time she wasn’t cold. At first, the nerves in her fingertips were screaming, the skin exposed through the holes in her worn gloves. But now it was different.

The cold had faded into warmth as she laid on the ground in the alley. At first, it was uncomfortably hot. So hot she wanted to strip off her already thin winter coat and hat. But now it was pleasantly warm. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way.

But it wasn’t right. It couldn’t be.

The snow seemed to fall in waves, flakes occasionally falling into her eyes. The girl flexed her fingers before closing her eyes, they were becoming harder and harder to move.

I’m dying

The thought echoed in her head. She couldn’t decide if she was scared or relieved. If she died there would be no more suffering. Tears slipped out of her eyes, freezing on her cheeks.

I can’t. Not here. Not like this.

She curled herself into a ball. Clenching her fists as tight as she could to stay awake. She desperately tried to conserve what little body heat she had left.

The voices were faint at first, two men engaging in idle chatter as they strolled through the alley. One man’s footsteps stopped short when he saw her, much to the dismay of his partner.

“Leave it Misha. Street kids die every day here.” His foot pushed her from her side onto her back. She could barely open her eyes, any energy she had for defiance long gone. She immediately knew the man by his mask. Fatui.

“She’s holding something.” Misha reached down to pry open her clenched fist.

Her palm was soaked in blood around an object she knew she wasn’t holding before. Although she couldn’t quite make out what it was from her angle, she noticed the man’s eyes go wide.

“How many street kids do you know who have been blessed by the Tsaritsa?”  He plucked the object from her hand and held it to the lamplight. A cryo vision.

“What’s your name, child?”

Her voice came as a whisper

“Irina”

Ch. 1:

The wind in Liyue Harbor was far milder than the chill winds in Snezhnaya. The boat journey was amicable, albeit long, and she would be in Liyue for the foreseeable future. Even from the docks, she could tell. The whole city was in chaos.

Only a day passed since the Rite of Descension, a disaster of epic proportions, and it was clear there were still no answers.

Irina leaned over the side of the boat, watching the fish scatter as the anchor plummeted into the sand below. Men hurried into the boat the moment the gangplank fell, eager to unload the crates of liquor shipped from the motherland.

Pushing herself off the rail, Irina made her way down the gangplank. She knew next to nothing about her assignment. Only that Rex Lapis was dead and there was now a sea of red tape between the Tsaritsa and the gnosis.

“I trust you’re our new diplomat?”

Her attention was brought to the man before her. He had half a head of height on her with bright auburn hair and even brighter blue eyes. It was clear from what he was wearing that he was Fatui.

“Yes. I’ve been sent by Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, to aid in the issue with the exuvia.” She held out her hand for a handshake only for the man to hold her hand to his lips, placing a small kiss before releasing.

“I’m Childe. We’ll be working closely together while you’re here in Liyue. Not like I needed the assistance, I have the situation under control.”

She wasn’t surprised that he was less than excited for her arrival, she didn’t climb through the ranks to take easy assignments.

“Aster.” It was an alias of course, she couldn’t remember the last time she used her real name. “You must be Tartaglia then. Don’t mind me. I’m here to help grease the bureaucratic gears. I won’t be interfering with your bank loan operation.”

Irina knew that the Northland Bank was a large source of revenue for the Tsaritsa in Liyue. She also knew that their interest rates and collection practices were less than ethical. Not like it was any of her concern.

The smile on Childe’s face faltered for only a second, but it was enough to betray his false hospitality. He was a harbinger, most Fatui agents and diplomats alike wouldn’t dare talk to him in that manner. But most diplomats weren’t hand chosen by the Tsaritsa herself.

“Well Aster, I’m sure you’re tired from the journey but why don’t I show you around and get you acquainted with the members of the Northland Bank, where you’ll be stationed. As your superior officer allow me to give you the grand tour”

His words weren’t lost on her. Although she wouldn’t be reporting to him on her assignment she needed to appear like she was. She couldn’t have him asking questions.

“Of course, Lord Tartaglia ” the words rolled off her tongue like venom “Please lead the way.”

——

It was clear from the endless amount of stairs he had her climb to the Yujing Terrace that he was looking to torture her. Nothing about the tour was optimal and only served to exhaust her further.

“Don't tell me you’re getting tired already!” Childe was beaming from ear to ear

She wanted to stab him. They had gone back and forth to a new landmark, each somehow across the city from the other, for the better part of 3 hours. And while she was in shape, she didn’t have an elite soldier’s stamina. Nor did Childe have to make the trek in heels.

“Of course not, I’m ready to experience all the city has to offer” She put on her most charming smile. She wouldn’t let him best her, especially not so early in the game.

Childe laughed before waving her over to the nearby railing. The view from the terrace was beautiful. From the top of the city was a view of the harbor. The streets below just beginning to light the lanterns for the night.

“I see you know how to make an impression” Irina smiled to herself as she drank in the view.

“What can I say? I have many talents.” He leaned against the rail, his eyes trained on her. “One of them is sensing bullshit. So why don’t you tell me why you’re really here.”

Irina raised an eyebrow, turning her attention to the man before her. “I’m here because the Tsaritsa is unimpressed at how long it’s taking you to complete your mission. Signora obtained her gnosis within a week of arriving in Mondstat.”

“Signora didn't have to contend with a dead Barbatos.” He countered

“If you think you can do this on your own then by all means be my guest.” Irina pushed herself off the rail, “But as of today all matters dealing with the Liyue Qixing will be handled by me. If you take issue with that you’re free to look through the paperwork I brought with me.”

Childe had no retort, but it was clear that she struck a nerve by comparing him to Signora. It didn’t matter. She would complete her mission as soon as possible and then leave Liyue for her next assignment. which would hopefully not involve the 11th harbinger.

“Well then. Allow me to escort the lady to the Northland Bank. Ekaterina has prepared the small office for your arrival.”

——

Childe didn’t lie when he said the office was small. Her office was a glorified storage closet on the upper level of the bank, barely large enough to fit a reasonably sized oak desk already stacked with paperwork. She knew when she wasn’t meeting with the Qixing she would be expected to help out with administrative work for the bank.

She didn’t expect for her superior  to drop all of his work on her as well.

Before he left for the night he tossed a map her way, a large red x marking where her accommodations would be. She was mildly surprised he hadn’t offered to walk her to the inn to keep tabs on her. Then again the Fatui presence in the city was nothing to scoff at, someone would see her eventually and most likely report back.

Thankfully the inn wasn’t difficult to find, centered in the middle of the merchant district. Accommodations weren’t large by any means, but the warm wood and red bedding were lush and inviting.

What little luggage she brought on the boat was tucked away in the corner, next to a small bathroom. She never carried much, even a small suitcase seeming excessive after growing up with nothing.

Irina glanced at the clock sitting on the dresser. Currently 11 pm. She needed to be at Liuli pavilion in 3 hours. She changed out of her clothes for something that didn’t scream ‘Fatui agent skulking around at all hours of the night’.

—-

Liuli Pavillion definitely looked closed. Irina passed maybe two people on her way from the inn to the restaurant, both of whom were definitely too drunk to remember anyone who passed them by.

Irina checked her surroundings before knocking on the door twice, followed by a brief pause, followed by four more times. She could hear footsteps coming from inside before unlocking the door.

“Can I help you? We’re closed” a middle-aged man looked her up and down, a scowl on his face

“I’m here with the jueyun chili order.”

“Already got it last week.” He barked

“Yes, but this order is a special delivery from Qingce Village.”

The man gave a curt nod before stepping out of the way. The windows in the restaurant were tightly drawn shut, locking in the dim candlelight. Irina made her way to the voices coming from the adjacent room.

The room held a small square table, one seat was filled by a dark haired man in an expensive looking suit. The other was filled with none other than the 8th harbinger herself.

Signora.

“You’re late.” She didn’t bother to look up as she took a sip from her glass of wine “Sit down, we don’t have much time.”

Irina sat down as the man from the door placed a glass of wine in front of her. She took a small sip, locking eyes with the dark haired man across the table. Was Signora going to make an introduction or not?

“This is my subordinate, Aster. She’ll be your point of contact for all things related to the contract” Signora began “Aster, this is Zhongli, you may know him better as Rex Lapis”

Irina nearly choked on her drink. She knew the anemo archon, Barbatos, had taken on a human form before having his gnosis taken. But she never imagined she’d see another archon in the flesh. The Tsaritsa living among her people wasn’t exactly common.

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir.” She wasn't sure how to respond. Clearly he didn’t want many to know if he was going by a different name. But was it alright to treat him like a normal person?

“None of that. In this form, I am simply Zhongli, consultant for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.” He gave a small, polite smile before sipping from his wine “Not to mention going forward we’ll be colleagues.”

“Listen closely because I’m only going to explain this once.” Signora reclined back in her seat, her fierce gaze not once leaving Irina, “The Tsaritsa has signed a contract with Rex Lapis for procurement of the gnosis. Since I can’t be in the city without drawing attention, you will be my proxy. You will tell absolutely no one of the contract nor about Zhongli’s identity. Do you understand?”

“Of course Lady Signora. I will maintain the utmost discretion.”

“Good. Since you’ll be doing it anyway, I want a report on anything you can discern from the Qixing as well.” The tall blonde woman stood from her chair, turning her back momentarily before returning her focus to Irina. “One last thing. If Tartaglia so much as develops an idea of what’s happening here consider yourself out of a job.”

Irina rose from her chair to give her a nod and a salute before the other woman left the restaurant. She had no intention of failing a mission, but it was clear that Signora would rip her entire life out from under her faster than she could blink if she did.

“Please, enjoy the glass of wine with me before you leave.” Zhongli motioned for her to return to her seat “We should get to know each other since we’ll be working closely together. Not to mention it is a vintage.”

#childe #genshin impact #tartaglia #childe/reader #childe x reader #childe/oc #childe x oc #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x oc #genshin #genshin childe

[gildedmuse]

Everytime I go to edit this story I rewrite huge chunks of it and it's so frustrating. At this point I'm posting it out of spite, so I can finally get around to the next goddamn chapter.

Characters/Pairings: Zoro/Law, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi, The Heart Pirates

Rating: Teen (warning it goes up immediately in the next chapter)

Summary: Trafalgar Law is just a bit of jerk who never thought he'd live past thirteen and somehow ends up alive and pirate captain without quite knowing why.

Roronoa Zoro is just a lost kid the Heart Pirates pull out of the North Sea who's only skills are attracting trouble and being able to talk with a goddamn katana clenched between his teeth. He should have died a frozen corpse up in the North Sea.

And when they're together they're a unstoppable force of nature.

Chapter I: Chest Pains

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In addition, please enjoy these cut scene. They no longer fit well into the narrative, but ai didn't want to just trash them because I have problems:

Every Few Weeks He's There

(AKA The One Where Zoro Finally Throws Law In A Swamp)

It happens each time they meet up over the next five months ("A frankly suspicious amount, given the size of the ocean and his inability to navigate, eh, Bepo?" That accusations had followed a particularly exciting run in with the young bounty hunter in which Law had been forcefully dragged into a mess involving an overly fawning zoan type girl and a couple assholes who considered themselves "big game hunters". It was only after they gotten through a maze of swamp and about five minutes of rolling his eyes at Tambaline's attempt to mold herself to the young Swordsman's front that it hits Law. Bepo is and his crew has no idea what's happening and those murderers are still out there. The second after he'd spoken the mink's name, before he can even summon a room, he finds himself hoisted into the Roronoa's arm as he swims them back across the damn swamp. The crew is perfectly fine while Law is soaked through and caked in mud. And Bepo doesn't even bother to look guilty for for than a second or two before adding, "Captain, he remembered you couldn't swim!" and Law is this close to going and finding those game hunting assholes and pointing them in this direction himself). In the meantime, Law finds being a captain comes more and more naturally to him, and being a pirate even easier.

--♥️--

I (Heart) Annoying You

(AKA The One Where Zoro Forgets He's Been Stabbed)

Though for sake of his reputation, Zoro insistents all Bepo's worrying over him is clearly just revenge for how the young kenshi accidentally annoyed the Bear's beloved captain a few weeks back after their last little navy scrimmage got a bit out of hand when certain marine captain with a grudge decide to pay them a visit. With his Superiors.

The fight had been little more than a way to pass the afternoon, hardly worth risking the ship for. So, Law has called - in one case rather forcefully - to make a retreat why they could, ending the scrimmage before any real damage had been done.

Except....

"You don't forget being stabbed in your side, Zoro-ya."

"Eh, it was six days ago, what's the big deal. It's perfectly fine, oh mighty Surgeon of Death."

And that had been the most frustrating part, how in the end Law had only needed to use his powers to redo Zoro's piss poor stiching jobs because of course he'd opened it back up and still said nothing. The young pirate hadn't even has the good grace to get infection and prove Law's point, nor had he appeared at all bothered by the pain. It honestly left the doctor near speachless from the fucking audacity of it all.... Though only after he had spent the time it took dragging the reluctant, unapologetic moron to the surgery and continues on into the prep until the whole procedure had been preformed under a constant barrage of every single half decent insult Law could summon, as well as a dozen or so he had needed to invent specifically for the occasion.

To say that Zoro had "accidentally annoyed" him would be like the All Blue is "a bit damp".

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Cretaeam belua ex Terra

Chapter 1 The End of one Story is the Beginning of another

Meredith coughed, shivering slightly. She glanced over at the makeshift nest beside her, gazing sadly at the tiny form laying within. Her only son, Peter, lay there, unmoving save for his shallow but steady breaths. She ran a thin hand over his small stomach, feeling the ribs that were becoming way too obvious. They stuck out like roots just lightly buried in dirt. She needed to feed him more, or feed him something better, but neither were an option right now. Her baby boy, her precious Star Lord, only 3 years old, would unfortunately probably not make it to his next birthday, unless she somehow managed to miraculously beat the horrid disease wracking her body.

But she knew that wouldn't happen. She could feel it. It crawled through her, destroying anything in its path. It was only a matter of time before her strength gave out, leaving her son alone, destined to a slow death. It made tears well up in her eyes just thinking about it. If only they'd been human, she could have found someone to care for Peter.

'If only they'd been human...'

Meredith pushed herself up, wandering slowly deeper into the cave they were living in. A pile of books sat near a small candle. Laying down, she coughed before reaching for a book near the bottom of the pile. She flipped through its worn pages, looking for a certain page. She paused upon finding, thinking about what she was doing. If she did this, she would be sapped of all her strength, and Peter would finally have to face the inevitable, that she would be gone, and he would be alone. But if she didn't do this, Peter would be alone anyways with no chance of being cared for. At least this way, he would have a fighting chance at having a life.

Summoning her remaining strength, Meredith hauled the heavy book up off the ground and walked over to Peter's bed. Gently, she shook him awake.

"Peter. Peter sweetie wake up." She whispered, fighting back another rib cage rattling cough.

Peter stirred slowly, his thin, bat-like wings stretching out as he roused from slumber. The small, white spots that Meredith always thought looked like stars were just barely visible in the dim light. His large blue eyes blinked owlishly at her.

"Momma? Waah?" He groaned quietly, rubbing his eyes.

"Get up sweetheart, I need to tell you something. Something very important."

Peter sat up at that, trying desperately to rub the sleep from his eyes. He crawled over and flopped into his mother's lap. Meredith smiled and stroked his downy soft hair.

"Do you remember that talk we had? The one where I told you that I wouldn't always be here to take care of you?"

Peter nodded slowly, his face beginning to show mild distress.

"Well... that time has come. But there's something I need to do first, and I need you to promise me something."

Her son's eyes were leaking tears now. He let out a sob and buried his face into his mothers' stomach, not nearly awake or emotionally stable to deal with the information he was being given. He didn't know much, but he knew what his mother's words meant. It meant she would be leaving him alone. Forever.

His mother let him cry. After all, how do you tell a child who has just learned that he is going to lose the only loving figure he's ever known to stop crying?

"Momma, please don't go!" Peter sobbed, his voice shaking. Meredith pet her son's hair, tears dripping down her face.

"Shhh. Hush my child. It'll be okay. I'm going to make sure you aren't left alone." She whispered, before placing her palm flat on Peter's head. His eyes flashed white for a moment, before he collapsed onto her. She could hear bones crack as the spell worked its way through her son's body, changing his appearance. Meredith fell back onto the cave floor, her strength gone. Slowly, she reached over and grabbed her unconscious son's hand, feeling, and smelling, slick blood. She squeezed it gently, before moving to the back of the cave and laying down, closing her eyes for the last time.

Yondu stepped of his M-Ship, breathing in the damp night air. It was chilly out, so his breath was visible as he strode through the grassy field. He had been given some coordinates as to the boy's general location was, although they seemed rather odd. The coordinates led to a thick, dark forest, filled with tall evergreens. It was dark enough that Yondu had trouble seeing where he was going, cursing a few times along the way when he stubbed his toe or tripped. How did a Terran live in this mess? It was all brambles and branches.

Yondu paused as a familiar, iron tinged scent struck his nose. He flicked open the holster of his arrow just in case things got bad. He crept closer to the entrance of a cave, but paused when he saw what was in front of him. It was a small child, small enough that Yondu instinctively looked around for other Terrans. But he found none, only a thin, crumpled heap next to the boy's unconscious form. Blood surrounded the child, seeping through his clothes and staining the ground. Yondu closed the distance and knelt down, searching for a pulse. He found one, strong and quick despite the child's appearance. As gently as he could, Yondu picked the boy up, and let out a surprised curse when he felt how light the child was. Had his mother been starving the kid? Where was his mother?

Looking beyond where the child had been laying, Yondu could see a still, crumpled form that reeked of blood and sickness. Not a single wisp of movement could be sensed from her form. Yondu didn't bother going over to check her pulse. He slid a small satchel off of his shoulder and packed a few items into it. Some blankets, a book on Terran biology he found near the back of the cave, and finally, a small contraption that the child had on his person. A sort of headpiece attached to some kind if electronic.

Readjusting the sleeping child in his arms as gently as he could, he began to walk back to his M-Ship. But before he could reach the tree line, a low growl sounded out. Tensing, he spun on one foot to look behind him. 3 pairs of glowing green eyes stared straight at Yondu from the shadows of the forest. No, not at him, but at the kid in his arms. More growls began to rumble out, and large, clawed paws began to appear from the shadows. Yondu narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, ready to whistle a tune that would send his Yaka arrow straight through these beasts' hearts, when the growling stopped. The creatures backed away as their eyes widened. They disappeared from sight moments later. Yondu cocked his head slightly. It wasn't unusual for animals to be afraid of his arrow, but he had never seen anyone who didn't know him personally recognize what his whistle meant.

Shaking it off, Yondu made his way back through the forest and to his ship. The ship activated its tractor beam, and within seconds he was back on the main part of the ship, near the pilot's chairs. Kraglin was sleeping soundly in the co-pilot chair. Yondu smacked the Xandarian on the back of the head as he passed. Kraglin snorted and blinked, glancing over at the Captain. He sucked in a breath when he saw the small thing clinging to Yondu's coat.

"Cap'n! Is that the cargo?!" He exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline.

"Yeah. You got a problem wit that Kraglin?" Yondu asked, starting up the engines.

"No, but Cap'n... he's so little." Kraglin said quietly.

"You going soft on me Krags?" The Captain growled.

Kraglin shook his head, but he kept sneaking glances at the sleeping boy the whole trip back to the Eclector. When they arrived, some of the crew had come to greet them.

Horuz cocked an eye at the sight of his captain holding a small bundle of clothing tucked up against his chest. It was only when the bundle move did he realise what Yondu was holding.

Now, being small and underfed was nothing new when it came to Ego's children, but Horuz could not remember the last time he had seen a child look so... skeletal. The child looked barely alive, breaths coming in slow and shallow, and exiting with a soft wheeze. He showed no signs of stirring as Yondu handed the child to his first mate, nor when Kraglin clumsily readjusted him in his arms. So, it came as a surprise when the child bolted awake when Yondu placed the translator onto his head.

The Terran froze, seemingly paralyzed by fear. Wide, fearful eyes darted around at the strange new people. He was shaking now, completely overwhelmed by all the new sights and faces, not to mention the complete lack of familiar faces. Horuz felt sorry for the young boy, most children they had picked up had been at least 3 years older than... Peter, was it? He couldn't quite remember exactly what the file had said, only that his mother had fallen ill, and that the child's name was Peter.

Skyyar, a particularly nasty V'tyana, sniffed at the child. Peter, deciding that Kraglin was a far more comforting presence than Skyyar, whimpered and hid his face in the Ravager's jacket, curling up into an even smaller ball.

"Hrmmm. Thisss one sssmellsss of weaknessesss. Perhapssss we should jussst eat him inssstead." The green, snake-like creature hissed, sticking out his forked tongue. Yondu growled.

"You say that EVERY DAMN TIME SKYYAR! For the last time, we DON'T eat cargo!" The captain snapped. The reptilian humanoid bowed his head, but flicked his gaze back towards Peter, discreetly wetting the scales around his mouth.

Yondu turned his attention to the boy curled into his first mate's chest, placing a hand on the quaking child's back. Peter flinched and his gaze snapped to Yondu, his pupils like pinpricks as he stared at the Captain. The child had begun to silently sob, fear gripping his heart in it's crushing grip.

"Easy there Petey. Skyyar's jus' bee'n a as-er, jerk. Ain't nobody gonna eat ch'a." He soothed. Yondu was tempted to threaten to eat the boy himself, but he had a feeling, with how young and truly afraid Peter was, that doing so could only end very, very badly. He glared at the rest of the present crew. "And can I trust that my crew can make that a well-known fact?" He asked, already knowing the answer, but looking for confirmation anyways.

Horuz and the other crewmates nodded immediately, while Skyyar hesitated, only briefly, before nodding as well. Kraglin narrowed his eyes at the V'tyana but said nothing. Instead, he jerked his head towards the ceiling. Yondu nodded and handed him the satchel. Kraglin slid it onto his shoulder and headed further into the Elector, missing the hungry eyes that followed the child in his arms.

O.O whats this? A GotG fic, on my good Transformers blog? Its more likely than you think. 👀👀👀

#gotg fic #gotg au #gotg fanfiction #young peter quill #peter quill #Merideth quill #yondu #yondu fanfiction #yondu udonta #momma kraglin #kraglin #kraglin obfonteri #fic

[rahabs]

Hi there! You seem very knowledgeable - in general, I'm sure, but also specifically with respect to the historical Royal Navy context for The Terror. So I was wondering if you might be able to explain what “having duty owing" means exactly. It's an expression used in the show and something that regularly comes up in fics, and I get the basic idea (you did something bad / didn't do your work properly and now you are being punished for that by having to do extra work), [1/4]

but I don't really have a grasp of the specifics of it. Is it quantifiable, like negative overtime that you have to work off? Are the officers keeping records on who owes how many hours of duty, and updating it every time you work off some of that debt? It sort of seems like that when they say things like “you [Hickey] have the most duty owing”. But then when Hickey, Hartnell and that other guy (forgot his name) are being told their punishment by Francis in ep. 4, it sounds as though [2/4]

having duty owing is a status that you are put into until someone higher up the ranks decides to take you out of it again. And what duties does duty owing actually entail, like what do you have to do? Any extra work an officer wants done (again, sounds like that from the Hickey scene in ep. 1), or mostly stuff that has to do with your usual work, you just have to do more of it now? Anyway, sorry for this barrage of questions out of nowhere. [3/4]

Even if you do feel like responding to this you don’t have to answer all of that of course! I guess I’m partially just expressing my frustration with the concept – sorry for doing that in your inbox :D . But I’ve never seen any posts discussing this so I’m wondering whether I’m the only one who doesn’t get it and everyone else knows exactly what this means. Again, perfectly understandable if you can’t be bothered with this; but if you do find the time, I’ll very much appreciate it! Thank you.[4]

Hello, lovely anon!  First off, I am ridiculously flattered that you asked me, so please do not apologise--I was actually very excited to get these messages! Before I answer it, however, I just have one quick question for you: can you tell me which episodes/about which point in the episode the phrase comes up?  It’s a very context-dependent phrase in English

Ex. in the context of law, which is where I usually hear the phrase these days (usually in regards to tort law or Indigenous law in Canada, or a transfer of license/property in the UK), “duty owing” or “having duty owing” means something different (in law, usually a literal duty owed from one person to another, whether that is a “duty of care” or something else) than it would in a financial sense.  “Duty of care,” or “owing” or “having owed” a duty of care or a duty, generally means “[the] legal responsibility of a person or organization to avoid any behaviors or omissions that could reasonably be foreseen to cause harm to others”.  In Canada this takes on more meanings but that’s largely irrelevant here.  Either way, law is usually the only place where I will see the full “having duty owing” outside of a general, context-specific usage.

In a financial context “having duty owing” generally indicates payment levied on the import/export/etc of goods).  You owe money on the goods.

In a more general context, which I suspect might be what’s at play here, you might see it more as: “full pay shall continue during absence from duty owing to sickness or injury,” in which “duty owing” is just an English phrase that indicates that something happened as a result of something else, or to introduce the reason for something happening/having happened (i.e., for the aforementioned example, “full pay shall continue during absence from duty so long as that absence or if that absence is the result of sickness or injury”).

In an older context, the phrase “duty owing” also shows up in Alfred H. Miles’ 1891 compilation, Fifty-Two Stories of the British Navy, from Damme to Trafalgar:

“’Thou Englishman, from whence is your fleet? Why stand ye aloof off? know ye not your duty to the Catholic king, whose person I here represent? Where are your bills of lading, your letters, passports, and the chief of your men? Think ye my attendance in these seas to be in vain, or my person to no purpose? Let all these things be done out of hand, as I command, upon pain of my further displeasure, and the spoil of you all.’

[...]

And as touching his commandment aforesaid for the acknowledging of duty in such particular sort, he told him that where there was no duty owing there none should be performed, assuring him that their whole company and ships in general stood resolutely upon the negative, and would not yield to any such unreasonable demand, joined with such imperious and absolute manner of commanding. ‘Why, then,’ said he, ‘if they will neither come to yield, nor show obedience to me in the name of my king, I will either sink them or bring them to harbour; and so tell them from me.’” [FULL TEXT]

- A TRUE REPORT OF A WORTHY FIGHT, PERFORMED IN THE VOYAGE FROM TURKEY BY FIVE SHIPS OF LONDON, AGAINST ELEVEN GALLEYS AND TWO FRIGATES OF THE KING OF SPAIN'S, AT PANTALAREA, WITHIN THE STRAITS, ANNO 1586. WRITTEN BY PHILIP JONES.

This is the only somewhat contemporary usage I can find of the phrase in a naval context, however, and just indicates that they do not owe a duty to the Catholic (Spanish) king.  Otherwise, there is no specific Royal Navy context that I know if that I can discern without hearing the context of the scene.  It might simply mean here that he’s been scrimping on his duties and that it is a literal duty owed; or, that Hickey has not paid something more literal.

So, in regards to what the concept means as shown in The Terror, it would vary with the context of the situation at hand!  Which is why I would need to take a look at the specific scenes, as I cannot remember off the top of my head where they are.  You mentioned the Hickey scene in episode one so once I am finished with my work I can noodle around and look for that scene, and the one in episode four, it will just streamline the process a bit if I know exactly what the full context was 🖤

Now!  If someone more knowledgable than me in regards to the British Royal Navy circa the 19th century knows offhand, feel free to jump in as well, but my research has not turned up a specific concept; however, I freely admit that The Terror and the Franklin expedition notwithstanding, my history degrees were concentrated on earlier eras.  The inner workings of the navy and the army are more my Lad’s strong points than mine--he is wicked good at finances.

Either way, maybe this answered your question!  If not, let me know the scenes and I will be sure to have a better, more informed response :D

#long post #anonym #ask #reply

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

(1) Hello I am back!! I'm sorry it's been long, these past couple of weeks have had me swamped with homework :( and yet I still didn't do it all 🤡 also get ready for a bunch of messages because 1.) responses and 2.) my thoughts on Lockscreens. Spoiler: I am Emotional haha. Aww, thank you :') I used to think it was weird to give yourselves nicknames but I'm past that now haha. Another one I go by sometimes is "Lizard" because I stick my tongue out a lot when I'm talking??

(2) and people think I'm cold blooded because I get really cold easily and like to bask in the sun. I mostly just did traditonal sketches and a lot of screencap redraws. I want to get into art again, but I'm taking it slow for now and focusing more on my writing. And I feel that too LOL. I'm going to start a blog dedicated to reblogging x reader fics that I like because I'm too embarrassed to do so on my main blog (I tell all of your followers 🤡)

hey Honeymoon! as long as you’re taking care of yourself, that’s all I care about 💞 i’m gonna post my responses into two parts. a Lockscreens segment after you send in the rest of your thoughts and a get-to-know-you part for now!

(also I’M FROM CA TOO AND WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU SENDING ME MESSAGES AT 3AM OML)

ngl, i feel like the best person to give you a nickname is yourself! i jokingly gave myself the nickname ‘Daddy’ and that’s literally become my “rave” personality LMAO. but i can understand why some people think it’s weird 🤷 honestly lizard is a bad-ass nickname !! i’m the same way - being in the cold makes me sooo sleepy and i’d rather bask in the sun 😂

i’d love to see your artwork or writing sometime! please feel free to send it over 🥰

(3) Honestly even with all my issues it's kind of nice being a hopeless romantic! Like you said it gives me the chance to day dream haha. Maybe I have my head in the clouds a lot but sometimes it's nice to be there. There's so many, but I think it's a tie between enemies to lovers and friends to lovers. I love the drama and comedy from the former but I'm so Soft for the latter, and that's highkey how I want my relationship to start.

(4) I think building that bond with someone before you even start dating them is really sweet, and having that connection by the time you commit to each other is 💓 I'm sorry you've been having writers block, that's the worst :( if it helps, the past two chapters have turned out amazing, I love them so much!! I think the closest I got to hardcore shipping something that wasn't canon was RinHaru? But there was also a lot of tension and affection in their relationship so I could see it being canon

there’s nothing wrong with having dreams! just so long as you can ground yourself at the end of the day. 

enemies to lovers is always the funniest for me to read TBH. because it’s such an inevitable cliche haha. friends to lovers though -- oooo my heart. 

the best relationships start with friendship. it’s the most authentic imo. like for me, it’s exhausting bearing my heart open to new people each time i want to get involved with someone romantically. but having someone who already knows you inside out??? swoon. what about a trope you dislike?

ah tyty, i’m glad you enjoyed them! the writers’ block wasn’t too bad for these chapters. i’ve had them typed up for a few weeks now :’) 

rinharu is so cute though! but Harukoto (or whatever the ship name is tbh) is super cute too. but maybe i just really like the best friend to lovers trope LMAO

(5) I just looked at their insta and !!!!!!!!!! that's so cute! I like bokuaka but I've never looked into it as much as others, but their art made me have Feelings lol. I think that is a good view to have on family tbh. I've developed a relationship with my blood family and we're close, but there's something special about the relationships and love you have for people you choose to stay with. I love Tiana!! I think she's a really underrated Disney character :(

(6) She really encompasses Disney's message of working hard to achieve your dreams, and she's a strong, independent woman without being closed off and rejecting her feelings. I think it's so cute and cool that she had that much of an impact on you :D Oof, I get that 💀. Men are gross 🤢 I don't get it very often because I live in SoCal and tbh to a lot of other people brown just equals mexican lol. They're right but I really don't look full mexican. Portuguese and Islander people can tell though

bokuaka art makes me have ~ feelings ~ i also really like @/liann1009 and @/maddox_rider on IG! (tbh idk if they have a tumblr whoops) liann1009 does a lot of OiHina whereas maddox_rider does bokuaka which is ridiculously cute too 🥰 

DUDE OMG YES!!! Tiana and Kita (from Atlantis) are under-rated QUEENS who deserved better!! we need representation out here in this b*tch!!! 

idek why, but some people think i look hispanic 🙃 but yes bby, men are gross and should be better!! i have yet to meet a man who deserves to stand on equal ground to me, imma be real. (2d men don’t count but y’know). does it bother you when people mistake your ethnicity? 

(7) Thank you!! Ngl it's kind of scary wondering about what the industry is going to be like because I'm sure I will run into a lot of biased people and sources, but learning to navigate that is just part of the job. Of course there's people who will read biased sources and attack you too, but you can't always escape those people :/ and thank you love, you're so sweet 💕 That's really admirable! It takes a lot of work and creativity to start a business, I'm sure you'll be successful 😊

(8) what kind were you thinking of? and psych is super cool too! Having that understanding of people and the world can be really eye opening and fun :D It's okay, he was one of my favorite teachers but looking back he was an asshole. He had his good/funny moments and did a lot for me, but he also abused some of editors in my journalism class, and some friends of mine :/ He wouldn't appreciate their work, sometimes insult them, and even encouraged my friend to not sleep for the sake of the paper

i’m positive that you’ll do just fine once you get out there! it seems like you have a pretty thick skin :) 

i really wanted to open a business to help support under-represented groups receive an education - with major focus on minority groups such as orphans/foster children, veterans, and the homeless. there’s so much logistics that tbh i’m too ~stressed~ to think about so i’m tabling that for awhile :’) 

bruhhh fuck that teacher. drop his addy, i just wanna talk real q 💞   if you can’t support all of your students, then there is no point in being a professor!! there is literally 0 reason to be rude when you’re in a position of power, especially when it involves someone’s passion, career, and/or education.

(9) I just remembered that there's a limit to how many asks you can send in a certain amount of time so if these suddenly stop I'm sorry! I'll come back when I can haha. I wouldn't say I'm all that great tbh, but I'm proud of a lot of my works LOL. My favorite part about it is using makeup and tools to just turn into something else. Wounds are always fun, but making yourself a gargoyle or some other creature is what makes it so interesting to me.

(11) I'm OBSESSED with the makeup and costumes from LOTR. It's my biggest inspiration. I can go on about it haha. That's so cool!! Being a part of the whole production, especially all sides to it, sounds so fun. Do you have any favorite memories from your time in high school? I'd love to hear them if you have any :O Confession: I have never seen any of those asdfkljvk. I know I really should though and it's on my to do list ! I've heard really great things about all of them !

imma be real, i didnt know there was a limits on asks LMAO. i did hear that they sometimes get eaten though, so i really hope that doesn’t happen 😅 

we all start somewhere. your first step will never look like someone else’s, nor should it. as long as it’s something that you can look back upon and be proud of and know that you’ve grown from, that’s all that matters! 

just imagining someone using makeup to turn themselves into a gargoyle has my head spinning  🤣 like ya girl can barely do her eye-makeup, let alone anything as intense as that! what’s been the most difficult project? 

DUDE, I LOVE MEDIEVAL-HISTORICAL WORKS! like the dresses from that Mary from Reign wears has my heart so softtttt. dfsnosdf. please!! tell me some of your fav things about LOTR  💖

omg high-school was so long ago, i don’t think i have any favorite memories from it 🙃 i think the opening night of a production would be the best. listening to the audiences reactions as the performers left their hearts on-stage, seeing all the pieces fall together, that was always absolutely incredible. wbu, what did you enjoy about hs? 

i have very strong opinions on those musicals LMAO. i can talk about them forever  🤩

#skye's asks #firebonbon