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[agathaandbrienneslesbian]

Hearts of Justice

Miranda Hilmarson x Secretary!Reader

Hello everyone and happy new year to you all <3 I am back with a new mini-fic.

This fic and illustration (by me) is dedicated to my dear Tumbrl mutual and friend @vivendraws <3 I hope you like it!

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Also big thanks to @weemssapphicfor beta reading this piece <3

Disclaimer: English is not my first language!

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Kissies, Love confessions

A/N: Y/N is a secretary at the police station where Miranda works. But what happens when y/n has to console Miranda after a rather rough breakup?

Words: 2'100+

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You have been working at the station for about two years now. 

When you first started, Miranda Hilmarson had been the only friendly face there. The two of you immediately became best friends, spending your breaks and sometimes even free time together. 

Technically, you weren’t a Constable, like Miranda. No, you worked as the station's secretary. You supposed this might have been the reason why they didn’t necessarily welcome you. 

Of course, you have been the topic of many bets and pranks, especially from your male coworkers. You never understood the allure of such childish things but… when you were with Miranda, childish things seemed to just make sense. Listening to her gush about her favourite show or how passionate she was about her work, despite being picked on herself, was the highlight of your day. You supposed that’s why the two of you got along so well. Miranda and you shared the same struggles. Even though the both of you didn’t necessarily have a good connection to your coworkers, you still made it through the day with the help of each other. 

A few months ago, you noticed how your affection towards the blonde Constable has changed. It has… intensified. And, of course, it had to happen right when that stupid Adrian dumped her. You never understood what she saw in him… he was a liar, a cheat, didn’t treat her right. It made your blood boil. Seeing her be so hopeful when you knew all he would do was make her cry, break her… it made you so unbelievably angry. And when the inevitable happened, and he dropped her, you were there. You caught her in your arms, cradled her gently and whispered apologies and soft affirmations as she sobbed in your arms on the couch of your flat. 

“He didn’t deserve you”, “I am so sorry he did this to you”, “You deserve better, Mir”, “I will not leave your side. I promise”, “Never again will I let anyone hurt you like this”

It took you a good hour to have her relax in your arms. Still, you didn’t move. This is when it hit you. This exact, stupid moment was when it hit you. How much you actually admired her. How much you cared for her… how much you loved her. It hit you like a brick, square in the face, and your heart sank. You were in love with her. You couldn’t tell her… never… you were her best friend after all, and you certainly didn’t want her to think you used her in her most vulnerable state, so… you stayed quiet. 

For days

For weeks 

For months

Half a year has passed since that fateful night, and it simply got more and more difficult to hold back your emotions, your feelings, your affections. So, you started distancing yourself. Small things at first like your lunch break, the hours you worked. 

In the end, you only saw her at the station, walking in and out. You have completely detached yourself from her and it… hurt. But you couldn’t tell her… could you? She wouldn’t understand… 

It took all your strength to deny her once more when she asked you, with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes, if you wanted to join her for a beer after work. You hated the defeated look on her face as you declined, coming up with yet another excuse. But this time… something was... different. 

You could swear you saw tears. Miranda was… truly upset. This wasn’t your intention, this wasn’t what you wanted… before you could stop her or say something else, tell her you changed your mind, she walked off. Strong and long legs taking her down the halls and out the door. With a defeated sigh and tears burning in your eyes, you leaned back. That’s it… you’ve done it… Miranda probably hated you now.

“I would go after her if I were you…”

A strong voice spoke from behind, and you jumped, not expecting to be ambushed like that. You quickly turned in your chair to see the small detective standing behind you. A frown laid itself on your face as you looked at her questioningly.

“I- what?”

“Oh, you heard me.”

You looked at the brunette, then turned your face to the exit. Maybe… with a quick move, you stood, making your way out. Robin was right. You couldn’t let this be. You wouldn’t be the reason why Miranda cried. Never. You promised her. 

Panting heavily, you finally caught up with the blonde who sat on a bench outside, frantically smoking a cigarette and wiping tears away. The sight broke your heart.

“Mir…”

You said softly, watching as she jumped and her eyes widened. She turned her head away and quickly wiped away her tears.

“Yeah… yeah?”

You took a deep breath and sat down next to her, just looking at her, unsure about what to do. You took a deep breath and pulled her into a hug. She quickly wrapped her arms around you, hiding her face in your neck. You could physically feel her relax in your arms, and it made your heart constrict.

“I’m sorry… I would love to go have a beer with you tonight.”

You spoke softly, running your fingers through her hair. Gods, you missed being this close to her. 

“Really…?”

The blonde asked quietly. With a deep breath and a nod, you pulled her even closer.

“Yes, really.”

You whispered and let go of her. Miranda let go reluctantly and smiled at you, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Wanna… meet at my place?” she asked softly and you nodded. Taking her hands and squeezing them gently. Miranda’s cigarette now on the floor, forgotten by the two of you. Her smile brightened a bit and she nodded.

“Then I’ll have some beers cold and ready when you arrive.”

“That sounds wonderful!”

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The rest of the day had been strangely uneventful, besides the growing worry and fear of what tonight might bring for you. You almost lost your cool this afternoon, wanting to press sweet kisses to her head and face. But you held yourself back. Miranda wasn’t interested in you like that… 

After work, you quickly rushed home, took a shower and changed into something a bit less formal and more comfortable. You styled your hair and added just a smidge of makeup. Not too much. With one final look in the mirror, you quickly made your way over to Miranda’s place. Standing in front of the door, your nerves started getting the better of you. You can’t do this… this is gonna be too much for you. Before you could decide if you wanted to leave or not, the door in front of you opened. 

“Ah, I thought I had heard something!”

Miranda smiled down at you and stepped aside for you to enter. With a shy smile, you stepped into her flat. It had been weeks since you’d last been here. It smelled like her and you felt slightly dizzy. After taking off your shoes and sitting down on her couch, Miranda quickly followed with two beers, handing you one. 

“I’m glad you’re here. I started to miss your presence.” she said softly and blushed, quickly taking a swig from her beer. You did the same, trying to suppress your blush. She missed you… 

“You’ve been very busy lately… what had you so occupied? Maybe a special someone?”  She asked softly, wiggling with her eyebrows but the way she asked the question… something seemed off.

“Wha- no! Well… not really… not like you think… I’m not…”

A bright blush crept onto your face, and you quickly took another big sip of your beer. Gods, you wouldn’t survive this. Miranda watched you closely, a sad frown on her face.

“Then… why were you avoiding me..?”

The pain you felt in your heart almost made you double over. This is never what you wanted. You never wanted to hurt her. With a sigh, you set the beer down and started fiddling with your fingers.

“It’s not… easy..”

“Tell me! Please! Have… have I done something wrong?”

“No…”

“Have… have I hurt you? Have I been a bad friend? Y/n please! I must know. What have I done to you? Have I said something that upset you or-“

“NO! No… Miranda… no, you could never…”

You sighed. You couldn’t tell her… 

Looking up you saw her face, pain, fear, worry, sadness. You- you just had yelled at her…

“Oh gods, Miranda, I am so sorry I… I didn’t-“

“No it’s.. It’s okay…”

She spoke softly and set her beer down. She was about to get off the couch, but you grabbed her wrist, holding her in place. You had to tell her. You couldn’t see her so upset any more, it was too painful. The blonde’s icy blues looked at you, confusion written on her face as she waited for you to proceed.

“Miranda I- the reason why I was so distant… I don’t know how to tell you.”

You took a deep breath. Miranda had moved your grip, holding your hand now. Her thumb softly rubbing over your knuckles, trying to help you feel calm. It just made you even more nervous. She cared so much. 

“The reason why I was so distant was… I am in love with you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for an answer but when none came you pulled your hand from her grip and covered your face.

“I- I have realised that I felt this way the day that asshole broke up with you… it hit me like a brick and… I didn’t want to tell you. You were so broken… you needed a friend not… that. I-I couldn’t be around you any more because it was just eating me up from the inside every time we spent time together. I had to distance myself because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable… I didn’t want to- to take advantage of you I- I care too much… Miranda, I love you…”

Silence. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes but if you had looked up you would have seen Miranda's face. A bright blush had covered her face, ears and chest, eyes wide, staring at you with hope, with longing, with unspoken emotions. You loved her. She could be loved, someone, you really loved her. 

“I-I’m sorry… I’ll see myself out, please just forget-“

“No…”

You turned to look at her, taking in her features. She was… smiling. Not in a ‘making fun of you’ type of way, no, a genuine smile. Miranda moved closer, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close, running her fingers through your hair as she pulled you against her body. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around the strong blonde, falling into her embrace, her scent, her soft breaths against your shoulder, falling into her. 

“Y-you’re not mad? Uncomfortable? Disgusted?”

Miranda pulled away to cup your face, wiping a tear from your cheek as she looked into your eyes.

“I could never. I love you too much.”

She whispered, smiling softly down at you. Your eyes widened. She… loved you?

“Miranda I-“

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked into her eyes, her icy blue orbs reflecting nothing but love, care and hope. You nodded, cupping her cheeks and gently tucking some hair behind her ear.

“Please!”

She leaned in, you felt her warm breath on your skin and then her soft, warm lips against yours. It was a perfect fit. Like the last piece in a puzzle. She completed you and in that moment all of your worries flew out the window. Miranda was gentle and careful. Her lips moved against yours with soft movements, and she made sure to hold you as if you were about to fall apart. She held you, she protected you. 

After a minute or two, she pulled away and smiled softly at you, pressing a gentle peck to your forehead. You smiled and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm lips against your forehead. You belonged here. In her arms, in her embrace. 

“After that night… I started realising how much you actually mean to me. Of course, it took a while for me to realise that what I felt for you was more than friendship. When you started distancing yourself, I was afraid… I thought you noticed. That I- somehow had shown too much, said too much… scared you off…” Miranda admitted and stroked your cheek gently. Keeping eye contact with you. You pressed a quick peck to her lips and the palm of her hand.

“You could never. I love you, Miranda.”

The blonde Constable smiled and pulled you into another embrace, leaning back against the couch and having you snuggle into her arms. Where you belonged.

“I wouldn’t want to be loved by anyone but you.”

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[mistyheart]

WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT

featuring ✿ toji fushiguro x fem!reader

you enter a sugar daddy/baby relationship with Toji thinking it would be a quick-grab-his-money-and-go, but he unknowingly proves you wrong

terms and conditions ✿ non-sorcerer au so it doesn’t follow the plot, very ooc!toji I think, child Megumi makes an appearance, Toji is domestic-ish, implied pregnancy (sorry I’m ovulating😕), nsfw (it doesn’t get into detail tho), age gap (early to mid 20s reader, mid 30s toji), bad writing (not proofread)

disclaimer ✿ this isn’t smutty, toe-clenching or whatever, this is on the softer domestic side and includes reader having a child with Toji because I’m a family oriented person. So if that ain’t your cup of tea please don’t interact with this post

signature ✿ low key inspired by a tiktok I watched weeks ago, I didn’t save it but it was about a young mother with a rich husband.

ALSO, IS IT JUST ME OR IS TUMBRL NOT SHOWING THE COMPLETE POSTS EVEN AFTER YOU RELOAD? (ON MOBILE)

Sugar daddy!Toji…

…who met you in a dating app, you were fresh out of college with three million yen in debt and just enough money in your back account to afford three months rent of an apartment studio in a dangerous neighborhood

…who, like any sugar, offered to aid your financial problems in exchange for one simple thing—make him feel less lonely.

…who insists on date night every other day, however, instead of going to fancy restaurants with expensive wine and food with names you couldn’t pronounce, takes you to amusement parks and fairs, star gazing on the beach, and car rides that end up with both of you trying ice creams combinations while talking about how listening to non-Taylor’s Version songs should be considered a crime and how Stefan Salvatore deserved better.

…who gives you everything your little heart desires. That new dress at the mall? You go it, three pairs of shoes costing twenty thousand yen each? They’re all yours. Want to paint his nails black? Ehh… that’ll take a little more convincing.

…who finally invites you over to his house after a two months of seeing each other. You shaved, did skincare, and put on your sexiest lingerie under a mid-thigh length skirt and a cute top. You knocked on the front door, he opened it, led you to his living room, and…. introduced you to Yasu, his American brown Akita who doesn’t like strangers. It ended up being a movie night, not a sexy night.

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[grimm909]

Deep In The Sea - Part 1

Hey guys! I don't have much to say here, not to mention that I will be answering your requests as soon as possible. I'm sorry for those who wait, but I had made a promise to myself that I would do, first of all, a horror and drama story where Jade would be the main attraction. Sorry for the delay and please don't give up on me! I also want to apologize if there are any English mistakes. As I said in my first post here on tumbrl: English is not my native language. Happy reading~  WARNINGS: female gender reader, violence, yandere, obsession, non-consensual, mind break, horror, drama, mutilation, mention of pregnancy.

The creature's eyes glowed with fervent attraction, which you thought were like a child's after being given a new toy. That same heterochromatic gaze met two other eyes fragmented between fear and fascination, but equally deep as the ocean. Those eyes were too fixed to dare to look away. Those eyes were yours.

Apparently attracted to you, little by little the creature's slippery tail began to wrap itself around your body, similar to a seaweed that simply wraps itself around things, without actually squeezing them. It was almost like a preventive measure to not let you get away from him, preventing any attempt by you to escape – which you thought was a possibility.

The penknife still present in your hand — firmly attached to your fingers as the only weapon you had in case you tried to defend yourself against him — was something seen and admired by the merman, as it had been exactly the object that had saved him until a few moments ago.

And of course, you.

[...]

It should have been just another normal day of swimming for you. As a marine biologist, sometimes your job allows you to explore and catalog the different types of fish in the sea.

You don't know exactly when this desire to explore the intriguing and dangerous ocean started, but you know that's what you wanted for your life. The emotion, the adrenaline, and how enchanting the beauty of the things that existed below the water was not something that made you tired.

You also usually had the help of your friend and co-worker, who was responsible for steering a small speedboat, to take it to the middle of the ocean. Sometimes you took turns swimming, as it was not a good idea to leave your only means of transport floating in the sea. 

Really, nothing had been much different from that. You put on your wetsuit, waved goodbye to your mate, and dropped into the ocean with a waterproof camera slung around your neck. 

You dove as far as you could to the bottom of the ocean, for enduring the cold and high pressure down there was not something a human could do without the proper equipment. And his were good, but not the best. 

Nevertheless, for someone with affinity and custome, trying to go more than a hundred meters deep was reasonable. As far as you knew, the longest record ever broken by a person was 320 meters. But honestly, it's not like you're too interested in beating other people's records, if they weren't your own. 

So you were tempted to go deeper than ever before. Checking his blood pressure gauge and what oxygen he had left, he realized that a longer round trip would be possible, as long as there were no interruptions along the way. 

However, it was from this decision that things started to take another turn. 

So, well, your fault. 

You've successfully managed to bear the huge weight on your back and take some great pictures, which you use to take some daily notes later on. However, just as you were about to swim back to the surface because of the oxygen, a tiny high-pitched sound was captured by his ears.

You thought at first that it might be a whale, dolphin, or any other creature that made relatively loud sounds like that. However, this hypothesis was soon dismissed on its own when the sound again resounded in a more strangely shrill and profound way, that even the earplugs could not rid him of the momentary headache caused by the noise. 

This was unlike anything you had ever heard, recognizing that it was not an aquatic animal ever cataloged by man. You were extremely tempted to want to know what it could be, perhaps even discovering a new species of sea creature and being able to photograph it. 

Curiosity overcame your logic and you tried to guide yourself through the animal's "screams", noticing that as you swam deeper, the sound increased. Darkness began to cover more and more the entire route, due to the lack of sunlight. And you were forced to turn on the flashlight housed above your head, so you could see what was before your eyes. 

The vision was of a tortuous path with many stones, but his biggest concern was the excess of mesh nets present in the environment and other types of garbage improperly discarded, which continued along the way to where the source of the sound was. 

You checked the oxygen in the cylinder one more time and realized you had to race against the time. The movement of your feet and hands became more erratic, yet quite painful due to the pressure of being even further down than you could have anticipated. 

By the increase in speed, in the distance you noticed a strange sea shape, which for you exactly resembled an eel. However, eels didn't "scream" that way. They didn't even look as huge as this one. 

You became more cautious as you knew the good reputations of these creatures and taking an electrical shock was not in your plans. Then he tried to approach more slowly, until he noticed that the creature's shape was starting to get even weirder. 

You hid behind a rock and turned off your flashlight so the animal wouldn't see the light, then turned on the camera. Your intention was to zoom in as far as you could and try to take the picture right there in the darkness, through the flash.

Squinting your head a little, you positioned the camera towards the animal and in a quick fraction of a second, the light emerged through the click of a button. You get your photo and quickly go back into hiding, analyzing the image. 

It is not completely clear, let alone sufficiently illuminated, but the shading of the animal is quite noticeable and it would be possible to make an analysis of which species is. That is, if you knew any sea animals with arms. 

Yup. Damn arms. 

Aside from an apparently human head, of course. 

Is it possible to choke under water, breathing through a tube? Well, you almost did. 

You eyes widened in absolute surprise and her hands that were still holding the camera trembled with anxiety. 

You thought that, like every child, it was always normal to hear and even be interested in fanciful stories of mermaids and mermen. But the fact that somehow these creatures could be real stirred you in a strange way. To make matters worse, none of these stories portrayed the mermaids as friendly beings, but rather as ship sinks and fishermen killers. Especially, if you disregard the entire "The Little Mermaid" movie. 

However, you are abruptly kicked out of your own thoughts when the sound made by the creature is even worse than before, causing your eardrums to ache due to the distance of only a few meters between the two of you. 

No way. That's ridiculous. It should just be a misunderstanding on your part. It was all so dark in the image, that simply assuming it was a mythological creature without even seeing it with its own eyes, was evidently gross neglect on the part of the animal that was screaming for apparent help. Yes, animal. 

By this reasoning, which you tried to tell yourself was the only absolute truth, you put your camera in place, turned on your flashlight again, and came out of your makeshift hiding place to complete your objective. 

However, for a second surprise that day, in less than a few minutes, you realized how foolish you were, to think that your eyes had been deceived with the truth demonstrated through a blurry photograph.

It was real. The stories were really true.

For a few seconds, time stopped for you and your body remained stagnant, as if you were just some object floating in the water. The image before your eyes would be etched in your mind for a long time, both for the stunning beauty of the creature and for how deadly it looked, but especially for the deplorable state in which he found himself. 

His neck and wrists were tied to a large mesh net, linked to a generous amount of rubbish tangled around a rock. It was impossible to escape that trap caused by the illegal disposal of men, if the stone was not obstructed or if those wires were not cut. And the fact that the merman was struggling to get out of there didn't help, it just made the situation worse so that he was more and more trapped. It was like he was in quicksand, how funny. 

However, time didn't stop for him, who noticed your presence precisely by the light that the flashlight emitted, directing his attention to you and immediately growling as a probable warning. 

Soon, it all happened just too fast for your eyes to follow. One instant you were fine and the next a dull ache shot up the side of your face, so that totally unprepared by the force of the blow, you fell to the sand. 

His goggles ended up cracking a little on one of the lenses, perhaps from the fall or the attack by the merman's tail — who else could it have been and what? Furthermore, the creature's tail was the only thing it wasn't attached to, enabling it to attack anything that came dangerously close.

Afraid, you quickly sat up and crawled across the sand to get away from the monster, then raised your hands in the air and shook your head frantically from side to side, trying to indicate that you weren't there to hurt it. This didn't seem to have the slightest effect—probably because those signs didn't mean shit to him, or he wasn't a rational creature as mythological stories always suggested—whereupon the merman was now stretching his arm and tail toward him to try to reach you. Like anyone in this situation, you feared for your life, but you weren't angry at the creature for its hostile actions and you knew there was no way it could hurt you, precisely because it was trapped. 

Actions speak louder than words, however—even though there was this tremendous irony that you couldn't even speak because you were underwater, just as you seriously doubted the merman would understand you if he could—and you pulled out of the pocket of your latex coveralls a switchblade, grabbing a piece of net on the ground that luckily was close to you, and cutting it with extreme ease, then pointing at the blade and then at the net it was tangled up with, signaling that he wanted to help you. 

The merman somehow seemed to understand you bad mime, relaxing his muscles and stopping his growling, yet still giving him an extreme look of distrust. Surely, one wrong move with that object and your neck would be broken. You were just lucky this time, because you weren't close enough to take the full weight of that monster's tail in one slap.

A third time, you checked your oxygen and realized that you would now not only have to be careful to help him, but very quickly. However, fast and careful were two words that couldn't always keep together. 

You thought a little about getting close. Is it ok to untie it? Until a few moments ago, he seemed quite willing to kill you. However, you stopped to once again analyze the situation he was in. If by chance his movements in his hands and neck were not entirely restricted, he might even be able to cut the net with his teeth or sharp nails. And if he wasn't released, he might starve to death or some other predator even bigger than he would make him a snack.

You forced yourself to swallow your own fear. If I were in his shoes, I would also like to be released. Maybe he wouldn't kill you in retribution, right? 

You got off the ground and swam a little closer, breaking the safe distance from your body to his. You looked into the merman's eyes, trying to convey serenity and confidence, then looked away at the hammock around his neck, deciding that first you would free him from that agonizing suffocation he was probably feeling. 

You lift the pocketknife in your hand and carefully begin grinding the line of his neck, breaking out in a cold sweat at the prospect of accidentally cutting it. If that happened, he'd get a little cut and you'd get a broken neck. Haha, it would even be funny, if it wasn't for a cruel possibility. 

Taking longer than you'd expect, when the last line of mesh on its neck is removed, the merman looks strangely relieved and you almost swore you saw him heave a sigh. Inside, you smiled at it and then proceeded to cut the net from one of your wrists. 

When the job was done, the creature raised its webbed hand and pushed you away with a light shove to the chest. You were slightly startled by this, but then realized that he would finish the job himself, using the claws of his free hand and sharp teeth to instantly rip apart that net, much faster and more aggressively than you had done with the knife. So that was it, he was on the loose. The merman massaged his neck and wrists, relieving the likely pain he was feeling. His face, no longer nervous, looked strangely indifferent and serious, as if he had stepped in mud and soiled his shoes—that is, if he had been on land and had feet.

Then he hovered over his person and approached with a single, brief flick of his tail. At that moment, the apathetic face gave way to a brief curve of lips in a polite smile. 

And you didn't like it.

[...]

So, here was your person. Facing a potentially dangerous and definitely carnivorous creature. However, now was not the time to remember the events that had stupidly gotten you into this situation. 

After all, you were starting to run out of oxygen in the cylinder. You widened your eyes and lifted your free hand and pointed at the tube in your mouth, then up, then at the tube again. Repeating this sequence more than three times so the merman could understand his despair. 

You shook your head from side to side and touched its slippery as well as sticky tail to push it away. That bad choice only made him tighten around you even tighter, not enough to hurt, though. You thought you could use your pocketknife to hurt him, but from the look of it, he was just holding you there out of sheer curiosity, with no pretense of attacking. 

Desperate, you gave him the best pleading, desperate look you could muster, trying to let him know that you really needed to go. And all he did was just widen his smile. 

Oh no. 

From then on you swore you would die, but it was then that he surprisingly proceeded to unroll his tail from his body. The merman swam dangerously closer until his face hovered inches away from his own, causing his eyes to widen and a nasty shiver down his spine. 

His big, sharp, smacking hand touched your face, then tenderly caressed the side, in the same spot where it had hit before—and which now was a huge red smear. You noticed: he was apologizing through this act of affection. 

In another situation, you would find this very cute. But not in this one, certainly. And it didn't help much when the creature decided to break the distance, opening its mouth to lick the entire reddened expanse, with a tongue you found to be extremely long and strangely soft. 

Is this supposed to be really cute? Now it felt more like psychological torture.

You felt a tightening around your waist, this time realizing it was his arm. And it wasn't long before the merman's other arm came around his back as well. You had no idea what he wanted, however you understood when the merman began to swim up, with you in his arms. 

Apparently, he had the vague idea that you definitely wouldn't survive if you stayed there much longer, so he was giving you a ride. He was so fast! So fast that even the pressure made her head ache, needing to hug him back so she would feel less likely to end up having a stroke. You would never have had a chance to escape him if he wasn't being so friendly. Killing and eating you wasn't in his plans, apparently. 

And lucky for you, in less than five minutes, the sea started to be less dark and brighter, indicating the brightness of the Sun and how close you were to the surface. 

The oxygen time in your cylinder runs out completely, but unbelievably coincides with the time your head finally emerged from the water. You hastily take the tube out of your mouth and suck in a significant amount of air. 

How stupid of you to take such a risk, as you had taken today. 

The feeling of pure relief makes you forget for a moment that you are still facing and in the arms of a mythological creature, resting your head on the merman's shoulder and breathing heavily. 

When the world in your head finally seems to be at peace, you take your distance from the merman and this time he lets you go. Lifting your goggles, you once again stare into the creature's eyes, this time without fear. 

"Thanks." 

You thanked him and smiled, gracing the merman's ears for the first time with your thin voice, even though you were uncertain if he would be able to understand it.

He then mutters something totally incomprehensible to you, however you imagined it was his "disposition". 

You start looking around the sea, identifying to your right a distant image of what looked like a speedboat. 

Immediately turning your back on the creature without saying another word, you proceed to swim towards your only mode of transport. 

Distant enough, you turn your head back one last time to confirm that the creature was still there and that for a moment, none of this was your imagination. And to her surprise, he was. However, showing a terrifying, sharp-toothed grin, exclusively for you in delight or gratitude. You wouldn't be able to identify it anyway. Maybe you didn't even want to. 

However, you are polite to smile again—however forcedly—and give him a brief wave of your hand, thus saying goodbye to him definitively and returning to swimming without looking back. 

You hoped never to see him again.

[...] 

Telling what happened to your friend was not a complicated task, because it would be really difficult for him to believe his story. For sure, he would just think that the water pressure started to affect his head in a negative way, making him notice things that weren't there. 

And by those thoughts, you omitted the truth. Even if you had that blurry photo intact—and showed it to prove the integrity of your words—your colleague would momentarily be surprised, but then quickly dismiss the possibility of being a merman by saying you were confusing seaweed with arms. Sea shadows are never to be trusted, he would say. 

Extremely skeptical he was, just as you were. Although, now, maybe you weren't as skeptical as before after seeing that sea monster in person, touching it and still hugging it. 

You decided to frame the creature's photo in a photo panel you had in your room, to always remember that certain "things" really existed and to remember that the sea floor might not be as friendly as you thought it would be. 

You almost died, idiot.

Still, it didn't shake you as much as it should have, for after a week since your encounter with the merman, you continued to do your usual job at sea. 

You didn't find him either and didn't risk swimming too deep, fearful that she would see him again or find another creature no longer as "generous" as the first. 

However, fate seemed to have other plans for you. 

Cruel plans.

Thanks for reading this far! But if you're frustrated that you don't have any smut, know that part two will be full of it. I had to split it due to how long it was. So next time be careful with the depth!

You don't want to drown, do you?

Eventually, my work will also be posted on Ao3, in the form of two chapters. So, don't be surprised if you find him there.

See you~💙

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland smut #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #twst smut #jade leech x reader #jade leech smut #twst jade leech x reader #twst wonderland #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland fanfic #jade leech #twst wonderland fanfic

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Everyone wanted to be and live like jeon jungkook. rookie streamer that somehow got everything he wanted, he had the views, he had the fans, he had the best friends, but one thing he didn’t have was love. When one of his best friends introduces him to yn he absolutely hates her. Slowly both of them get closer and jungkook starts to feel like maybe he can get love after all.

taglist: @samsgarfield @dae-bakk-pop @yeow6n @ughitsvicky @hobiheavenly @firnze @hyuneyeon @awseokjin @y3jiishot @jojowantstocry @luvdessii @such-a-wh0re @bloodline1632 @acidicloveee @neo444 @s4turnsl0ver @trulykjd @proudbtsstanfightmebeach @bibsisawhore @dontcallmeelle @xjiminsthighsx @pb-n-juju @purpleguk

a/n: aaahhh tumbrl is still not sending out notifications im sorry guys:(( if anyone knows why this is happening let me know i really want yall to get notified when a new part is out!!

anywayssss aside from that i hope everyone has an amazing christmas tomorrow!! stay warm and safe out there love yall ♥️♥️

#jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook angst #jeon jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook social media smau #jeon jungkook au #jeon jungkook smau #jeon jungkook social media au #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook bts #bts jeon jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smau #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook social media au #jungkook social media smau #jungkook bts #bts jungkook #bts smau #bts au #bts social media smau #bts social media au #kpop smau #kpop au #kpop social media smau

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

Red Peafowl - Assumptions and Theories

Now that I am semi-confident that there won't be any more important announcement for Red Peafowl until the 25th (because I think the last two mystery announcement were the Main Character and Main Love Interest) I am ready to write up my Red Peafowl assumptions/theories/wishes post.

Edit: There has been another update with the plot and some images of either the pilot trailer or the actual series link here. Once again thanks to @mysterygrl20 for putting the post with the google trnaslation here on tumbrl.

Going to use as basis for my information @blmpff post here; @mysterygrl20 individual posts tag here; and the mdl plot synopsis here; along with the synopsis I read on cast announcment articles that goes like this: The drama tells the story of Lu Yi Peng, a former police officer who decides to live with Shuai on an island, raising birds. However, he realizes that the person he once had a relationship with is a powerful mafia boss.

Also going to tag @respectthepetty for helping me narrowing down the leads (YinWar/MossBank) and for sharing my madness over this crazy ass BL already.

Going to start by saying that I think the three mystery characters are the villain, the hero and the love interest. I am also going to work under the assumption that while the last two will be revealed on the 25th (I am leaning on YinWar at the present thanks to a comment made by @amos-reviews-main [hope you don't mind the tag] under the last announcment) the third one our villain will stay a mystery.

Let's beging

ASSUMPTION N#1

Given that there seems to be a significant event in the past we are either getting two timelines (similar to kiseki dear to me but more evenly split between past and present) or the events from the past will be a mystery to the viewers to be slowly revealed using flashbacks.

Both of the plots hint at this, the character description for the hero and the fact that some of the stuff in other character description also seem to hint that they were part of what happen in the past.

If the second non mdl plot is more accurate something brings our hero back to town and into dealing with the mafia. Which leads me to

ASSUMPTION N#2

Cooheart character will be intrumental to bringing his brother our hero back into the fold. His character description hints at him being the biggest point of the contention between our main couple and that he has some kind of accident.

Another character that has an accident is Gun's character.

Also there is a doctor nurse in the cast list.

Edit: Cooheart's character accident is the past, and it has left him with a disability. I do still believe that he will get someone involved in all of this.

Either Gun's accident involves Cooheart's character (not on purpouse) in the present or Cooheart's character had an accident in the past and is now seeing a doctor regularly.

ASSUMPTION N#3

Like I mention earlier I think our third mystery character is the villain. His body dissapeared = No body no murder = he is still alive. That is just the biggest writing rule ever.

If the actor for that character doesn't get revelead it means that one of the other actor is actually that character pretending to be someone else (probably one of the cops or a character that doesn't interact with the love interest for obvious reasons). If they do have a seperate actor that probably means that at least one if not more of our big cast is secretely working for him.

ASSUMPTION N#4

There are only two genres that benift from having such a big cast and making sure they all have identifiable characteristics and fan anticipation: Mysteries or Something with a high body count.

It means that our cast of characters are either Suspects or Victims or Both.

EDIT: It's a mystery. I do still believe some of the people from the big cast are going to die.

Either way I do think that a lot of the new people will end up dying at some point during the series.

ASSUMPTION N#5

Themes. If this show has decent writing I can already ID 3 themes.

The new tendency in bl fandom to romanticize the mafia. See Lee's character being a human trafficker and our lead being potentially not that great either.

The cops, and how they are not there to protect and serve and how much the crime fight is really a sham. See Frank's character being an undercover cop (a plot line that usually has a the undercover cop come out on the other side with a semi-broken relationship to his job)

Toxic Ships (a la: Kinnporsche, Hannibal and Interview with the Vampire)

About the last one: I have a personal metric on wether or not I enjoy a toxic "problematic" ship

Do you get the sense/vibe from the writing that the creator/writers of the show knows this is fucked. And I don't mean a lampshade comment with someone saying "This is not healty" and everything resuming as normal.

Is there a point in which the dynamic becomes more equal. As in no matter which character is objectively "worse" is there a point where it feels like the characters are on equal footing, on the same side, Hannibal does this really well for example.

Some ships that don't pass the test are: Twilight, 50 Shades, R*ylo; TharnType and every ship on Love Syndrome (do not ever watch that BL I am serious)

ASSUMPTION N#6

Ships.

FrankLee are obviously our second couple. They are both super relevant to the potential themes, they are obviously trying to pair braind (this is their third BL) and they were also announced first.

Boun and the Doctor are giving me crumbs ship vibe. They are both potentially important chartacters. But I feel like with all of this their relationship might have the least ammount of dedicated screen time.

Now the last one is less of an assumption and more of a wish really.

Max-Coohearth > now listen I know that Cooheart has a love interest already, Rome one of the first new guys announced in the cast. But Listen the fact they are already dating doesn't bode well for them. Cooheart is a super important character and it makes sense that his "proper" love interest would be someone in the mafia proper.

Plus Cooheart deserves it ok. I loved both of his major roles (uwma and my only 12%), but he wasn't allowed to be a proper sexy queer guy in either of them. Have you seen his instagram feed? It's picture after picture of him in sexy outfits. Let this man be in a high heat realtionship, put in a skirt. He deserves it and so do we.

Also Max from iconic pair MaxTul pair with Cooheart will heal people. It would totally fix me. And if they give this to me I will forgive anything and everything this show does wrong seriously I will be like: I was wrong on everything and the plot is not that good, but they give me MaxCooheart so 10/10.

Also the character description for Max's character makes me think that catchphrase they mention might be something similar to the English phrase: "Who's Your Daddy?" and [this is @respectthepetty's fault, I didn't use to have such glee about a possibly daddy kink] seeing Max Nattapol uttering the phrase Who's Your Daddy and potentially having a DaddyKink relationship with Cooheart is something I didn't know I needed but now I desperately desire.

#txt #red peafowl #red peafowl the series #i'm done #as you can see this show is already making crazy #i don't picture this going away anytime soon #i mentioned it in other tags before but I will say it again #i am hoping this will have good or at least decent writing #but all i really need with this cast is this being entartaining #and to not romanticising r*pe like th*rnt*pe and love s*ndrome #if you do toxic make it toxic proper be aware of it embrace it do it with a fucking purpose #also: forget the cast announcements i want to know who the writers are

[rzyraffek]

Dating Benny Gecko would include

(I used they/them and assumed that s/o is Courier. Those are headcanons and they are SWF)(also o trurly belive that he bisexual icon and he doesnt care what gender is his s/o)

A lot of gifts, thats his way of showing affecion, new dress(or suit) maybe some sweets and of course He would give them money(if they ask very nicley)

He loves when his s/o holds his arm and hugs his side too

He will buy them anything and do basicly anything they ask him to do(He Just loveees them so much)

But He will say stuff like "not now baby, benny has job to do" and then gets kinapped by legion or something

If s/o is insecure about anything on Their body, He will be so confused, like???? You??? The pritties person He met like ever????

Lets ignore the part when he shoots his s/o in head lol😇

No but for real, if his s/o is Courier six, He will regret his past actions and Just try to move on(and buy them more gifts) BUT if Courier doesnt remember him, He will try to gaslight them into thinking that he totaaally never did this and somone lied to them🙄

He will flex his s/o, like everyone in whole strip has to disagree know that they are his love and if anyone tries to deal with Courier they will deal with benny

ALSO Just imagine S/O Courier six going to the Fort first time and Just seeing Benny kidnapped and tied up in some funny red tent. They would be so confused (and probably angry bcs he left them in hotel alone. :( ) like imagine Courier Just yelling at Benny about how stupid and immature it was to leave strip like that, and Ceaser with Vulpes Just stading in backround 🧍‍♂️🧍

If s/o gives him flowers/other small cute gifts Benny would be like "woah thanks kitty *puts it in pocked of his funny suit*

They would kill mr hause together😎(if s/o consents ofc)

He loves making stupid jokes Just to see them grin/smile

Guys this is my first headcanon stuff so pls if its cringy/stupid forgive me im still learning English grammar and I never wrote anything in my life💖if I can write some dumshit on tumbrl u can too💖

#fallout new vegas #fnv #fnv benny #benny gecko #vulpes inculta #courier six #fnv courier #benny gecko x reader

[fantasblog]

Discord!sans

I made new sans named discord sans,He is possesed sans (between discord from mlp and sans) but he's also lord of chaos,heh!.

• his reference and his informations,also doodles of himself

Characters and belongs:

-discord!sans by Me

-Aaron by Sakix0160 / cocklover_0 (twitter and instragram)

-Anx/anxietytale Sans and wingless sans by @hheisa / heisaewe / heisaOwO

-psycho sans by LhPsycho / misu (twitter and tiktok)

- corrupted!bs by @helijpspsps

(Sorry I didn't active on tumbrl but i didn't post this art hsjjdhdjsbsjwjbs)

#utmv #sans au #Discord sans #wingless sans #wingstale #anx sans #anxiety sans #anxietytale #My art #sorry for being inactive #qwq aaaaaaaaaaa #digital art #digital drawing #utmv sans #discord mlp #crossover au #Chaostale #artist art #undertale art #undertale au art #undertale au #doodle #doodle art #undertale aus #au sans #ut au #ut aus #Psycho sans #Bs sans #utau fanart

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

Okay, sorry, I saw the orchestra AU card game post and I just have to nerd our else I'll burst. Hope you don't mind!

Whether a piano is present in an orchestra depends on 1) type of orchestra 2) time period. This is because pianos originated (well, I say originated, but honestly nobody really invented pianos as they are now - they have very long history) as a chamber instrument, or in other words, an instrument that was meant to be a part of small group of instruments and mostly played with a small company at one's comfort, not a music hall. Of course, they were also able to be played solo. But for... Some time, piano as an instrument wasn't as popular as it is now. One of the (many!) reasons for this is the modern pianos' distant ancestors (harpsichords, for one) really weren't able to give that much of a powerful sound that could carry in the orchestra like many more instruments did.

Coming back to the type of orchestra - this is why symphonic orchestras (orchestras that primarily play symphonies - huge, long pieces consistent of around 4 different parts) don't usually have pianos. For the longest time, they just weren't needed nor used. That changed with the invention of fortepiano (so... Basically a Loud piano), and its rise to stardom, in late 18th century and onwards - now some symphonies started to include pianos, although it was - and still is - rare. The first (known) symphony with a piano part in it was composed in 1886, to be precise.

[Then more stuff happened, fortepianos were kind of used in the orchestras, then not used, becoming obsolete again, then used again in 20th century and now we have a mixed bag - completely unimportant for the point I'm making, just wanted to say that classical music is both much more of a dumpster fire and an absolute historical mess than I think most people realize (so don't blame me for inaccuracies haha-)]

Why am I saying all that? Well, pianist Mafuyu would either be a guest pianist for a new, kind-of-revolutionary but we aren't sure people will like it symphony written by... Someone (Kanade?), which would already kind of be intriguing, or she'll be an accompaniment to someone else, a part of a small chamber orchestra perhaps. But I feel like the first option is just so much Vibe with the whole late 19th century aesthetic, especially with Rui's whole... Lightbulb thing in that card, and how he compares himself to Edison in EN translation. Just that kind of time period, if we skit around the accuracy and go for like, completely made up fantasy setting. The Vibe.

Sorry I went onto a tangent, you accidentally touched my hyperfixation (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) you don't have to add or even respond to this of course, I just felt compelled to infodump. And I can't do that in reblogs because tumbrl is very mean to me.

please don't apologise at all, that was so interesting!! yes, i rather like old fashioned AUs so that would fit perfectly, oooooh...

Kanade could definitely fit in the AU, actually

#asks answered by ace :)

[thegettingbyp2]

Congrats for the 100 followers! Can we have a Johnny knoxville x reader, a little angsty, in which they fight because after the last bull in jackass forever, the doctor told him to stop with big stunts but he continues to coming up with ideas? The reader is worried sick and eventually decided to leave him because of this behavior that's hurting her. But pls end it with a happy ending and a reconciliation ** your ff are my fave here on tumbrl**

Thank you!! That honestly means so much to me :') really hope you like this! I've never written Johnny upset so I liked the challenge and hopefully I've done it well!

No More Bulls

Buy me a coffee :)

I knew that by dating Johnny Knoxville, I was signing up for constant worrying when he was filming Jackass, but I had never felt as much fear as I did when I saw him walk into that bullring.

‘Be careful,’ I said just before he entered the ring.

‘Always am darlin,’ he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he walked past, giving my hand a tight squeeze. I went to stand next to Steve-O, who as Johnny’s best friend, also became mine and I felt him wrap his arm around my shoulders to comfort me.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion when I saw the bull hit Johnny and he flipped in the air. When he hit the ground, I felt panic set in when I noticed that he wasn’t moving and he quickly disappeared from my sight as he was surrounded by paramedics. My first instinct was to run over to him to see if he was okay but I was quickly stopped when Steve-O’s arm wrapped around my waist, stopping me from going any further.

‘Steve-O, let me go,’ I said, voice shaking as I struggled in his grip, trying to get closer to Johnny.

‘(Y/N), just wait a second, let them get the bull away and then I’ll let you go okay?’ Steve-O said, used to having to talk me down when I stressed when Johnny was hurt. I felt my body still but my eyes didn’t leave the group of people surrounding my boyfriend. As soon as the bull was taken out of the ring, I felt Steve-O’s arm release my waist and I shot through the gate to Johnny’s side, sinking to my knees and grabbing his hand.

I heard a slight groan from Johnny’s throat as his eyes opened slowly. Tears fell from my eyes as I released the breath I didn’t know I had been holding. ‘Did we get the shot?’ he asked groggily making everyone around him laugh at his priorities.

‘We got it,’ Jeff said from behind me.

‘You okay doll,’ he asked, looking over at me as he was lifted off the ground in a stretcher and carried to the back of the ambulance. I climbed in straight after, still gripping his hand.

‘You really want an answer to that question?’ I asked sarcastically, ‘let’s just get you to the hospital,’ I said softly. He lifted my hand and kissed the back of my hand.

---

‘So I was thinking that next time I could have two bulls in there with me and if I can convince some of the other guys, we can do the Toro Totter again,’ Johnny said excitedly as he was jotting ideas for new stunts in his notebook. My head shot up as soon as I heard him mention bulls.

‘You really think it’s a good idea to get back in the bullring babe?’ I questioned, treading lightly around the subject. ‘I mean, you haven’t fully recovered from the last one yet.’

It had been the hardest hit he’d ever had from the bull and ended with him having to spend an entire weekend in the hospital. The injuries he sustained from it was a broken wrist, broken ribs, a concussion and a brain haemorrhage. The fact he wanted to carry on working with the bulls baffled me.

‘Well obviously not yet, darlin’, but when my wrists all healed up then I think it’d be great!’ He said, chuckling to himself. I sighed softly but not as quiet as I thought because Johnny looked up from his pad and asked what was wrong.

‘Nothing, it’s just you heard what the doctors said, they said no more big stunts,’

‘Babydoll, they say that every time I go,’ Johnny said, getting up from his seat and walking over to me, sitting on the coffee table opposite me and took my hand in his one good hand.

‘I know but this time was different. Baby, you’re not as young as you were ten years ago and I still fully support you doing these films because you love it and I’d never stop you from doing something you love but I can’t just sit by and watch you get seriously hurt because what if one of these times, the doctors can’t do anything to help you.’ I said all of this in one breath, needing to get it out, tears starting to spill from my eyes. I looked up to see Johnny staring at me.

‘Are you saying that if I carry on doing my big stunts, you’re gonna leave?’ He asked carefully, eyes trying to discern my answer from the look on my face. I looked down, squeezing his hand in mine as I worked up the courage to say what I needed to.

‘Johnny, I love you but I can’t keep panicking every time you go to work that you’re not going to come back, sitting by the phone worrying that I’m going to get a call from Jeff or Steve-O that something’s happened you’re not going to be able to come back from.’

There was a period of silence between us as we both sat staring at each other for a while before Johnny swallowed heavily and spoke, his words shattering my heart.

‘Sweetheart, I can’t just stop doing what I love.’

I nodded as more tears fell from my eyes, smiling softly before squeezing his hand once more and disentangling our fingers and standing up, wiping the tears off of my cheeks. ‘I’m really sorry, but I can’t do this anymore and there’s no way I’m going to ask you to choose between me and your job, I just can’t be around to see it anymore,’ I said quietly.

‘Sweetheart,’ Johnny started before cutting himself off, his voice thick and his eyes shining with unshed tears as he gripped at the hem of my shirt. I put one hand on the back of his head and other on his shoulder as I gently kissed the top of his head before pulling myself away. I looked at him and had to quickly look away so I didn’t start crying again. I squeezed his shoulder and let my hand gently cradle his cheek before walking away, not letting myself look behind me.

---

It had been two months since I had walked out on Johnny and every day I missed him so much my heart physically hurt, but at the same time, I knew that I had made the right decision with how much it was killing me seeing him getting so hurt all the time. I was renting a small apartment, not needing so spend extra money on a big place for just one person and I only left it when I needed to go out to buy groceries.

I hadn’t seen Johnny in the past two months but I had been keeping up to date on Instagram with how filming was getting on and I can’t lie, it worried be a bit that I hadn’t really seen any pictures or videos of Johnny on set. I kept having to remind myself that it was no longer any of my business what Johnny got up to.

It was a normal day, I was sitting on my sofa, covered with a blanket and watching my favourite TV show when I heard three loud knocks at my door. Confused because the only people who knew my new address were my parents and Steve-O (he came round when I first got the apartment to check that I was okay), I set my coffee on the small table, shook the blanket off my shoulders and made my way to the door. I couldn’t help the shape intake of breath when I saw Johnny in the doorway. He looked terrible, his eyes were dark as if he hadn’t slept in weeks and they we’re rimmed with red, a sign that he’d been crying.

‘No more bulls,’ he said quietly.

‘What?’

‘No more bulls,’ he repeated when I stepped aside to let him in. He walked into the apartment and turned to face me as soon as the door shut behind me. ‘Don’t be mad but I made Steve-O tell me where you were living.’

‘Okay? Johnny I,’

‘(Y/N), sweetheart, I’m a mess. I miss you, I haven’t been able to film anything because every time I did, I’d turn to find you and you weren’t there. It feels like there’s no point without you. I’m going to stop doing the stunts with bulls.’

‘Johnny, I told you I wasn’t going to ask you to,’

‘This isn’t me choosing between two things I love, (Y/N). This is me choosing between something I love and someone I can’t live without.’ He moved closer to me and took my hands in both of his, I looked down and noticed that the cast had come off his wrist, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on the insides of my wrists. ‘I’ve been miserable without you. I hate it. I found one of your books in my bedside drawer the other night and spent the night crying. Come back to me,’ his voice broke off slightly as tears formed in his eyes. I raised my hand and wiped the tear away, leaving my hand on his cheek when he leant further into my touch.

‘I miss you too. You have no idea the amount of times I’ve made two cups of coffee before I realised that you weren’t around anymore.’ Johnny laughed softly. ‘Are you sure that you’d be okay with giving up the bulls, you love them.’

‘I love you more.’ Johnny replied instantly. ‘Way more. I don’t care if I never even see a bull again. I’ve had this decided for weeks it’s just taken me this long to get your address from Steve-O, he was pissed at me when I told him what happened. I want you to come back. I want to wake up next you, I need to feel you laying on top of me again when you nod off sweetheart,’ he leant in closer so I could feel his breath on my lips. ‘Come back to me sweetheart.’

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my toes to kiss him. His arms instantly wrapped around my waist and lifted me up. I pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

‘No more bulls?’

‘No more bulls sweetheart.’

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville imagine #jackass

[twixtedspoon]

hellow tumbrl.

i have written a fanfiction. if you would like to read it.

it features many things. including, but not limited to:

- the two inches of standing water on aziraphale's kitchen floor

- an antique cocaine urn

- the stolen mona lisa

- drunk discussion of A Christmas Story

- aziraphale's obsession with anderson cooper

- a nyc new years first kiss

here's my favorite bit:

“Why are you angry with me, Crowley?” Aziraphale asks as he takes a bottle of wine out of the cabinet.

“‘M not,” Crowley mumbles, defensively. Aziraphale snaps two wine glasses into existence on the coffee table and fills them in silence. “So?” Crowley asks expectantly, raising his hands open palmed to the ceiling before letting them drop back onto the couch. Aziraphale sighs.

“Crowley, I’m not answering your question until you explain why you’ve barged into my shop at this late hour, using an accusatory voice and glaring at me like I’ve complimented your favorite monstera.”

if any of these things interest you, maybe give it a read ? and lmk what you think as it's my first real fanfic.

#ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #aziraphale good omens #crowley good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens tv #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic

[snalsupremacy]

2023 events

2022 events list

Again, these are not all of the events, just the ones i happen to come across with

- All of Sherlock Holmes is now officially public domain - Lil Nas X back at it again with... THE WIGGLES?! - Noah Schnapp, who plays Will Byers in Stranger Things, comes out as gay - US gov can't vote for a speaker of the house - McCarthy wins speaker of the house after 15 votes - Bolsonaro supporters storm the Congress and vandalize the whole place, are arrested on location -golden globes n stuff -JOJO LEAK JOJO LEAK ITS A BOY ITS A BOY -Lisa Marie Presley, daughter of Elvis Presley, dies at 54 -M3gan is a gay icon pass it on -AO3 down, 40 injured 15 dead -New FOB album - Velma show unsurprisingly sucks - Pink Sause on wallmart -Paramore back & new album coming soon - UK blocks scottish law that helped trans people and this might lead to their independence (pls) -TUMBRL ADDED POLLS! TUMBRL ADDED POLLS!! - #team snail worm deserved to lose the centopéia or however you say in english winning was RIGGED AND I CAN PROVE IT - Pete Wentz leaked Brendon Urie’s oncoming baby which leads him to breaking up Panic! At The Disco. Finally. - Holy fucking bingle! Trans Bi Lesbian It/She pronouns swiss hacker just leacked the US no-fly list, and plot twist, its very racist, what?! :3 - Justin Roiland is fired from Rick and Morty for being a bad person - Cecil from welcome to nightvale defeats Reigen in the Tumbrl Sexyman rematch pools! Idk who he is i just voted him bc i dont want reigen to win. -CECILSWEEP IS EVERYWHERE THE FINALS ARE SANS VS CECIL WHO WILL WIN - CECIL PALMER WITH THE STEEL CHAIR BEATS SANS TO PULP AT THE BACK OF PAPA JOHN'S!!! -The last of Us everywhere, seems to be a good game adaptation! glad to see more of those!

-Toby Fox scores the very first interview with creator of Yume Nikki, kikiyama with 9 yes or no questions and 1 "free response" question asking what they would get at a Denny's -FNAF movie officially starts filming - Marceline wins tumbrl woman - Just vote for vanilla extract and waive boys, just vote for vanila extract and wave - 7.8 earthquake hits Turkey and Syria, thausands of casualities - Spotted chinese (?) spy baloons (?) in America - Now theres a Tumbrl vanilla extract bottle, awesome - Hogwarts Legacy release discourse follows - Tear of the kingdom trailer out this is the most emotion link has shown in canon in 36 years - Youtube channel schaffrillas productions gets involved in car accident, Christopher Schaffer and Patrick Phyrillas pronounced dead on site while James Phyrillas in critical condition - Italian manwhore summer (Sanremo) - Netflix creating something thats gonna ruin password sharing people and everyone is mad - Brianna Ghey, 16 yo trans teenager, is stabbed to the death at a park -THE JOJOLANDS! AMAZING! MINDBLOWING! LIFE CHANGING! NEVER THE SAME! 10/10! -Succession will end in S4 -NEW MAGNAPINNA SQUID FOOTAGE HUNTING??

-New gen of TMNT (Mutant Mayhem)!! -Minesota lagislature makes trans health care (wait for it) LEGAL! - New mario movie trialer the babygirlification of Luigi continues -Willow project approved ‘_’ - More anti trans legislation. whats the news - Esc songs dropped the guy w the green top is already tumbrl’s top 1 jenn should have won etc etc -Gerard Way presenting in full office lady style. Tbh im just more impressed he did a show in tights. - Jojolands #2 out! Hot dog guy has a name now and Rohan canonically transcend the multiverse! - Taylor Swift eras tour congrats swifties - ICC issues arrest warrant to Vladmir Putin for war crimes -Trump to be arrested -Arab Cartoon Network hacked (Update: hacking was fake) - Tik Tok banned on government phones after spying accusations -New FOB album - The ladies from RWBY just kissed! mazal tov! - Justin Roiland case dropped - Kid in brazil attacks school teacher with knife - School shooting in US - Resident Evil 4 remake - Dobi dies in a glue trap -Trump got indicated, idk what that means but seems bad for trump which is good

-10 year anniversary of the Mishapocalypse - Ofc all your fave properties do an April fool’s special,, most notably Toby Fox’s “accidental foam pic” and Sonic The Hedgehog free murder mystery game that looks gorgeous?? they take the trophy this year -Kasane Teto gets her official voicebank for her 15th anniversary -wait... the DSMP is over..? it ended..? for real..?? WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLL!!1!!11!!!!!11 - Dalai Lama [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] - Harry Potter HBO series... just what we needed ‘_’ - Misha Collins reveals Warner Brothers wanted him to stay out as bisexual after that one off joke last year - Out of touch thursday on 4/20 we did it boys - We DOUBLE DID IT BOYS! Elon Musk’s rocket explodes because he forgot to build a flame diverter?? Or did he not build one on purpose? Anyway no one was inside THANKFULLY - Movie markplier is working on is revealed to be..IRON LUNG?! - Elon Musk takes out all the unpaid blue check marks expecting the celebrity accounts to pay for them, instead #blocktheblue movements started in which you block all users with blue check mark, Musk then responds to this by awarding random popular users with check marks -Tucker Carlson fired, ill b real, I have no idea who he is -Don Lemon also fired, again, idk who he is - Ray Toro and Gerard Way on fnaf movie soundtrack?!? -Disney sues Florida governor Ron Desantis, woag.. I cant believe im saying this but it’ll be easier to make the governor leave than the rat theme park

-JASON DERULO JUST FELL OFF THE STARS AT THE MET GALA! 😱😱😱 - WGA on strike! -And may Eurovision posting begin! Im rooting for finland what ab y’all - Tony Hawk and chocolate guy collab?!?!?!?! -ABSOLUTELY BULLSHIT EUROVISION RESULTS KAARIJA IS THE REAL WINNER SWEDEN BE DAMNED -FNAF trailer drop -Barbie Movie trailer drop -IDubz apologises for content cop, better late than never ig -Succession finale - I saw that execution clip from generation loss cuz it cant be thaaat fucked up right? haha.... im traumatized -Seth Everman announces he will leave the internet in 200ish days -Ted lasso ends, and so, pride month begins.... -Hank Green got cancer

-Happy pride month guys! - Jojo musical adaption of Phantom Blood confirmed - Russian occupiers in Ukraine blew up the Kakhovka Hydroelectric Power Station -Across the spiderverse takes the internet by storm AS IT SHOULD - Fires in canada kinda spreads the smoke like all around and its all a gray haze over there -Kaarija and Bojan concert together doing a shit job at beating ther allegations happy pride month kings -Hank Green is bisexual, likes Brennan Lee Muligan, and found that out because of wreck it ralph cosplays i can’t believe this is real -Redit blackout? 196? im very confused, but the redditors are here and tumbrl are welcoming them WAY better than we did twitter users which i find fitting lol -Adrien and Marinette from miraculous lb finally kissed omg its been like 8 years?? insane -The Idol sucks - Shit submarine w 5 people goes missing and the more we find out the more inevitable it felt       • Oceangate...gate brings awareness to migrant ships who drown and kill hundrents of migrants       • Iron Lung game sell suddenly spikes       •Submarine found, it imploded, all passengers dead - Joes Biden (US president)'s son committed tax fraud -Mark Zuch and Elon Musk are going to fight?? -Military coup in Russia (failed) -Miranda sings revolutionizing the YouTuber apology genre by apologizing for groomer allegations via ukulele - wtf is a grimace shake - Happy pride month! US overruled law prohibiting homophobic discrimination based on religion!

-Nimona is out! I haven’t watched it yet but the reception is great! (Edit: watched it, its good) -Superman finally got his long deserved sailor moon style transformation. good for him. -AO3 down, 500 dead 756 injured (Update: AO3 is down due to DDOS attack, which is when a group overwhelms the website with requests. This seems to be made by a group who claims to be doing it for homophobic reasons tho they likely have uterior reasons) -SAG-AFRA joins WGA strike - Universal prunes trees outside their building to try and prevent WAG/SAG-AFRA picket line. However, these trees are city property and "tree law" (heavy fine for destroying gov owned nature) might be called into action - Happy Barbenheimer tho all who celebrate - MITSKI ALBUM ANNOUNCEMENT?! - Fnaf DLC smth smth eclipse - Elon Musk tries to change twitter to X ? - Good Omens season 2 finale so tragically good it re animated OFMD SPN and Hanibal into trending page

- Tik tok parody of every 90's euro disco song goes viral - New James Webb telesc ope picture shows a giant ? in space. poetry. - Forest fires in Hawaii destroying homes -Anti semetic hate crime against USP teacher in Amazonas - Tik tok tried to create their Goncharov (Zepotha) and it turns out to be a plot to promote a musician's new song - Planet of the bass music vide out!! - Trump might actually get arrested, mugshot and all - Who thought it was a good idea to make the actor portraying Bernstein in the new biopic wear a PROSTHETIC NOSE?? - India first country to land on south pole of the moon! - Someone tracked down spanish spn’s rogue translator, who claims he did not add that in, meaning in some version of spn destiel was canon - Riverdale ends with all of them in a polycule. Which honestly is the best possible ending - TRUMP MUGSHOT TRUMP MUGSHOT

-That mole do be interesting -Castiel 15th birthday WAIT 15?? A DECADE AND A HALF?? - Ladybug and Chatnoir are emo now. Like, literally. - WGA strike succesfully ends -The Pokemonx Miku collab is everything actually - WGA stricke officially ends wed 27/9 12:01 AM, the deal is finalized and the writer’s guild got most of what they wanted! yay uniuns!

- Israel-Palestine conflict breaks into full on war with many casualities on both sides -NOOOOOO BAKUGO IS ALIVE PUT HIM BACK IN THE GRAVE!! KILL HIM AGAIN!!

- Spock wins the AO3 polls unsuprisingly - youtuber SSSniperwolf doxxes youtuber JacksFilms -Merlin twitter account is active...why? -Mathew Perry, Friends actor and advocate for alcoholism and drug abuse issues dies at age 54

-Happy 3 anniversary to Nov 5th -THANK G-D ATTACK ON TITAN IS OVER ITS FINALLY OVER FUCKK YES FINALLY -NOOOOO LIVE ACTION ZELDA CONFIMRED WHYYYY - Actor strike is over =D - GTA 5 anounced - SHREK 5???? - Omegle shut downs for ever - Zack and Cody’s restaurant reservation is today - Dream and the voice actor of Gumball beefed and tbh it was hilarious - Russia declares LGBT groups extremists organizations - Henry Kissinger, american politician, dies at 100 - SONIC 3 DATE REVEAL YEAHHH

-Hbomber guy DESTROYS James Somerton and Internet Historian’s career with his new video on plagiarism - TODD IN THE SHADOWS COMES BACK WITH THE STEEL CHAIR IN JAMES SOMERTON!! - BG3 Game Awards Sweep including GOTY

#text #us politics #2023 #january 2023 #brazil politics #uk politics #polls #2023 events #tw murder #politics

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

I thank Hobie’s blog for finding you again,I went through a literal mourning moment when I realized your stuff was gone,but I’m glad you back! Wish someone told me because I was yelling at Tumbrl for making you disappear like Gabi (Peter had to sit on me so I didn’t throw anything in my sadness and one of the spider recruits wanted to be a weighted blanket for an odd reason?) Hopefully that doesn’t happen again cause I don’t think my genetics can take another scare, sorry if this is long but I’m just so happy! Are u doing ok tho?

Awww I’m sorry </3 but I’m back now!! 💕

Yeah it turns out one of my littler cousins accidentally deleted it (and since I’m on the app it doesn’t have the email-password confirmation, just a Touch ID and I inputted his fingerprint in the settings so that he wouldn’t keep asking me for subway surfers whenever we met them) but he apologised very sincerely and was so guilty that I can’t be mad at him lol

And I’ve basically brought everything back into my drafts! Can’t wait till u guys see the new flower shop theme,, I’m so proud of it :D

#⋆·˚ 💐 ༘ * — 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙩𝙨 #⋆·˚ 🌷 ༘ * — 𝙩𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨!

[pirates-kaijus-and-demons-oh-my]

I'm loving how there are awesome blogs like yours! I'm new to Tumblr and to Mairimashita! Iruma-kun and I honestly am in too deep with Kalego. Can I request an NSFW Kalego x human reader where Kalego can't keep his hands (and body) off the reader? Thank you!

Welcome to tumbrl and Iruma-kun! So glad you got into the fandom as it's kinda small and we need all the people we can get

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You heard the lock click behind you and felt Kelgo's hand wrap around your throat, keeping you in place as he pressed himself into your back. "How many times have I warned you about being a fucking tease in public?" he demanded, his fingers squeezing at your throat just slightly.

It was easy to forget dealing with Kalego everyday just how possessive and insatiable he could be during his wicked phase. The normally prudish man suddenly demanding all of your attention. "I wanted to see what you would do," you grinned, feeling how hard he was against your ass.

Kalego let out an annoyed growl at your words as he started walking you toward the bedroom, his hand still on your throat. "Fine, you wanted to rile me up, see what I would do, then I'll show you," he said, his hand leaving your throat before he gave you a rough shove onto the bed.

Shoving your dress aside, Kalego rubbed your ass for a moment before rearing his hand back and giving it a hard slap. You screamed out at the suddenness of it as you felt him rip at your underwear, tearing away the black lace.

"Fuck yourself," he ordered as he started tugging his clothes off. You obeyed, quickly putting your fingers to work as you heard his clothes hit the ground behind you.

You thighs were aching by the time you felt him behind you again, one hand on your ass as the other lined himself up with you. You moaned out as he pushed himself into you, his hands on your hips. "Since you want to be a little whore then I'll treat you like one. You can keep me company until my wicked phase ends. Be my little toy to fuck whenever I want," Kalego said, every couple of words emphasized with a harsh thrust.

You grinned into the bed, knowing you got exactly what you wanted.

#mairimashita iruma kun #mairimashita iruma kun scenario #mairimashita iruma-kun #mairimashita iruma-kun scenario #kalego #ya nasties

[dragynkeep]

New low from canonseeker. He is now tumbrl blazing rwby videos. I guess spending thousands on rwby porn wasn't enough for him

imagine putting yourself in 4k+ of debt just for a glorified mmd show

#rwby #rwde #canonseeker #ais.txt #answered #q #could in fact never be me!

[caro-bug]

Gonna revive my tumbrl by posting some prompts from my twitter lol

Chiscara - The False God Project Aftermath

After the failed false god project, the Fatui persume Scaramouche to be dead. Tartaglia doesn't know what to think. He and Scara used to sleep with each other, but the word "love" never left sixth's mouth, so Childe convinced himself he has no reason to feel beytrated.vSo he learns to come to terms with what happened. Still grieves in silence, but eventually lets it go

A few months later, tired with his coworkers, he decides to go on a vacation to Sumeru. And while being out and hunting for wild beasts, he sees it.

With their back turned to Childe, a familiar person sits on a high tree branch, observing the wilderness below them.

The silhouette is no longer black, but turqoise. Still, the sight of a large, ornamental hat fills Childe with strange anticipation

So he starts climbing.

As the branches move beneath Childe, a mysterious person notices his presence and turns their head to look at him.

Childe sees Scaramouche's face... And then he falls.

Literally and figuratively.

As he opens his windglider, he's suprised to feel a wind current underneath him, it elevates him just enough to grab Scaramouche's hand and climb on his branch.

They stare at each other for a few seconnds.

"You're alive?" Childe blurts out.

"No shit."

Although akwardly, they start talking. Childe has to explain himself that he's not here to conspire against Sumeru (Scara is suprisingly defensive about that).

It takes some time to break the ice and Scara is reluctant to share what happened after Dottore left Sumeru

But whatever it was, it helped Scara just enough to open up and have interesting, sincere conversations they would never have as two Harbringers.

Every morning, Childe comes back to the same tree, where he meets Scara.

Little does he know, Scara isn't the type to spend all his days in the same place. But he decides to occupy this one spot for Childe, so they can find each other everyday.

The time passes quickly and before they know it, they're sitting on the same tree as always, their fingertips brushing against each other as they observe the sunset together.

Childe notices that his ex-coworker uses his free hand to aimlessly play with his vision. A sign that Childe grown to recognize. Scaramouche... Was nervous.

"Hey Scara" Childe asks, slowly placing his hand on Scara's ,"what's up?"

"... I love you" Scara blurts out, his gaze still focused on the vision on his chest.

And Childe falls. Again.

This time, It's not a windcurrent that helps him, but Wanderer's hand, that manages to grab his clothes and helps him climb back up.

There are a few moments of silence.

That's what you used to tell me in Shenznaya" Scaramouche remembers. "Humans expect the same words as a response, so here it is. Shouldn't you feel honored or something?"

"I-i do" Childe reassures. "I just didn't expect it from you, after so long"

Scara sighs.

"Look, Childe. Maybe It's because I have a heart now. Or maybe it's how I always felt but just didn't understand it. I still don't. But If I am able to love, I think this is it. And I thought you'd like to know."

Childe exhales, a fond smile apperaing on his lips

"Took you long enough."

The rest of the evening they spend on simply kissing. It might sound boring to some, but both of them feel a need to taste each other again after all that happened.

And It's different this time. Not just a passionate exchange between coworkers, but an expression of new feelings. Finally, Scara has a chance to respond to all the love and affection Childe used to give to him.

And then Childe's hands start wandering.

From cupping Scara's cheeks, to gently squeezing his neck, to sliding under the translucent black silk covering Scara's chest.

He can already feel the other man melting against his touch. Perhaps because re-experiencing all those passionate moments with a new heart was too much for him to bear.

He leans back and looks at Scaramouche. Although never breathless, he has tears glistening in his eyes, and a small smile on his swollen lips.

"... Do you want to stay with me in my hotel tonight?" Childe proposes, his thumbs still caressing sensitive skin on Scara's chest.

Scara bites his lip and nods his head eagerly.

"Your vacations won't last forever. " he says, placing his hand on Childe's thigh. "We can talk about it more later, but for now... Let's make sure that we use our time efficiently, shall we?"

#genshin impact #Scaramouche #chiscara #scarachilde #kunikuzushi #wanderer #ajax #tartaglia #childe

[witch-off]

This is my first Boba Fett fanfiction, so I think it would be fit as my first work here on Tumbrl. Please, be aware that English is not my native language, so there may some grammar mistakes. I hope you enjoy my work and thank you for reading.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Boba Fett x (F)Reader

Synopsis: In the dunes of Tatooine hides a runaway princess. She walks through the shadows, fearing to be found. Every night she watches the two suns set on the horizon, keeping her eyes open to anyone in search of her. But eventually a certain bounty hunter, with his green beskar armor, finds her and she will need to try everything to save her life.

TW: Mild violence, talk about past sexual abuse (There’s no in-depth description and nothing too graphic happens). Please, let me know if I forgot something.

Obs: The cover was made by my lovely friend @outer-rim-chronicles​, go check his work if you are interested in his art.

Obs 2: The cover image is for illustrative purposes only. The protagonist in this fanfiction is not described with any specific appearance, having hair as the only pre-established trait.

Chapter One

The mornings in the cantina were always slow. People wouldn't start showing up until after noon, so the place was empty. At least you could organize the bar while you were alone.

You liked Tatooine. Even though it was a lot hotter than you were used to, and the locals could have a tough temper. But the money you made working as a bartender was enough to support you, and you weren’t interested in making friends anyway. In the end it was all worth it, because the best part was that no one would go looking for you in there. Well…until now.

You finish cleaning the last glass, placing it on the counter. The air was hot and heavy, causing a light layer of sweat to form on your skin. You were on that planet long enough to know that a sandstorm was approaching. You lower yourself to tidy up the bottom shelf, humming quietly, until you hear the main door open and close. A new client had arrived.

"Welcome!" You talk from behind the counter, still lowered "I'll see you in a minute."

The sound of slow and heavy steps reverberates across the stone floor, but they stop abruptly and soon everything is bathing in silence. You don't hear an answer or the sound of a creaking chair signaling that the customer has sat down. “Strange”, you think to yourself.

You finally get up, wiping your hands in the apron tied around your waist. "Thank you for waiti-" You start to say but you’re suddenly speechless when your eyes land on the man standing just a few inches away from you. Your heart starts to beat rapidly against your ribcage and your legs tremble. Oh, no. No no no no.

In front of you, brandishing a full armor, is Boba Fett. All your instincts screamed for you to react. GET OUT, RUN, DO ANYTHING! But your feet were stuck on the ground, you felt like a frozen animal in the headlights. The voice of reason on the back of your head tried to speak louder "He is not here for you.” "Act naturally and he won’t notice anything.” “Calm down and serve something to him."

"How can I help you?" You ask, forcing your best smile.

"Spotchka" Is the only thing he says, but a shiver runs through your skin when his thick, low voice fills the air. For your misfortune he decided to sit in one of the chairs in front of the bar instead of occupying a more distant table.

You try to act normal, despite the fact that your hands are shaking while your pour the drink in his glass. You are not able to see his face, but you can’t shake the feeling that he’s watching your every move. You can almost feel his eyes burning your skin from behind the cold visor of his helmet.

"What brings you to Tatooine?" You talk in the same regular tone that you use to the costumes, handing the glass to him.

"Bounty." Well, it´s make sense. Boba Fett is one of the biggest bounty hunters in the galaxy, there are even some rumors about him having invaded Jabba's palace and becoming the new king of crime, but you're not really sure if that's true.

"Having trouble finding your target?" You try not to sound too interested.

"For a while yes. But now I finally managed to locate it." You feel a cold sweat running down your forehead when you realize that he makes no mention of drinking the spotchka, just tracing slow circles in the mouth of the cup with his gloved finger.

"Hope you succeed in your hunt.” You mumble, your hand beginning to move slowly to one of the bottles on the bottom shelves of the bar. In a quick motion he leans over the counter and grabs your wrist, his fingers sinking in your skin. A frightened scream leaves your lips as you try to get loose from his grasp.

"You've given me a lot of trouble, little girl." His squeezes harder, making you yelp in pain "Or should I say... Princess?" Your instincts scream louder than your fear and you finally can move. Your other hand grabs the glass over the counter and smashes the object against his helmet. Pieces of glass fly everywhere, and you can feel some shards penetrating your hand and face, but there's no time to lose. He can’t see through the spotchka covering his visor, so you are able to free yourself.

Before your mind can reason, you're already running to the back exit. You didn't have time to unlock the door, it always ended up getting stuck and you couldn't give him a chance to catch up with you. The old thing was worn out enough that the impact of your body against the metal surface gave way with just one try.

You stumbled, trying not to fall while the side of your body throbbed in pain, but in a split second you were already running. Your feet seemed to have a life of their own as they guided you without a specific trajectory. You just needed to move, go in any direction that keeps you away from him.

Unfortunately, Boba Fett was more prepared than you. It didn’t take long for him to catch up with you, knocking you down and pressing you against the ground. The sand moved beneath you, sticking to your sweaty skin. You cried, trying to fight him, but the bounty hunter was much stronger. Some people around watched in silence with curious eyes. Scenes like that were common in Tatooine, but no one tries to help, it’s not smart to stand between a predator and its prey.

With ease, Boba Fett gets on top of you, holding your wrists above your head with just one hand, while the other moved into his back pocket to grab a pair of handcuffs. "You really are a tameless little thing, aren't you, Princess?" he laughs cruelly. If he handcuffed you that would be the end, you needed to do something. Luckily, your legs weren't immobilized.

In a desperate move, you knee him in the groin. He stops suddenly, letting out a painful noise. His hold on you eases and, using all your strength, you’re able to push him out of you. Boba Fett loses his balance, and this time, he’s the one falling to the ground with a grunt.

With your hands free, you crawled and got up again. If you could only get close to a speeder, maybe you could have a chance. You couldn't go back. You would rather die.

You only managed to take a few steps before something curled around your heels, making you fall face down into the sand. You look over your shoulder and you see a cable around your legs, you follow the rope with your eyes until you realize it's connected to a whipcord thrower mounted on the bounty hunter’s wrist. Then he starts pulling you towards him.

You scream and stir, but in the end that's useless. Soon you're at his feet, lying on your stomach, like an animal caught in a trap. Before you can do anything, something stings the skin of your neck, making you whimper in pain.

"That was harder than I expected" He seems to be complaining more to himself then to you.

Even though you're not handcuffed, you can't muster the strength to get up. Your body feels too heavy and it’s starting to get harder and harder to keep your eyes open. You have no idea what he injected on you, but it's starting to make you dizzy. The last thing you see before passing out is his visor staring back at you.

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The first thing you feel before you open your eyes is the cold durastel floor against your cheek. The world seems to spin as you try to raise yourself. You don’t recognize the place you are in, but the handcuff around your wrists and the bars on the wall in front of you make you believe you're in a cell. You allow yourself to lie on the floor again. You notice that the shard of glass had been removed from your hands and face, but your body was aching and bruised.

You sigh tired, feeling your eyes fill with tears. It was the end, you had been captured and now you were trapped in a dirty cell on that damn bounty hunter's ship, being dragged back to your father. The despair in your heart subsides for a few seconds when you realize that the ship was not moving. Instead of the soft noise of hyperspace you were listening to the familiar sound of sand hitting a surface and the loud howl of the wind.

A sandstorm. You were sure of it, you listened to all those sounds filling your little room in the silent of the night. You were still in Tatooine, unable to leave the planet because of the storm.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear footsteps against the metal floor. Boba Fett stopped in front of your cell holding a plate of food and a glass.

"Eat." He orders as he passes the food through a hole between the bars. You look at the meal in front of you for a few seconds without getting close.

"Let me go." Your voice comes out strangled, almost like a whimper, and you feel pathetic "Please. I-I can pay you, more than my father is paying... and-I-". He simply hums at you, unmoved by what you’re saying, "You can't pay me, Princess. If you really had credits, you wouldn't be working in that dirty cantina."

You purse your lips, trying to keep your tears from falling. "Eat." He says again. "I'm not going to repeat myself."

Your eyes dart to the food on the plate and then back at him. "I’m not going to eat that. You could have poisoned the food."

He grunts impatiently. "Why would I do that?"

"I don't know, but I'd rather starve to death."

Fett sighs and you are sure that he is rolling his eyes under the helmet. "Your father told me to give you special treatment, Princess. And let’s face it, I’m being really reasonable after that low blow of yours."

You can’t help the little smirk that form on your lips. “Well, it's not my fault you weren't wearing a codpiece.” The comment just makes him look more impatient, but you keep staring back at him in silence with a frown. If it weren't for the handcuffs, you'd be crossing your arms.

"Maker. How stubborn you are." He lifts his helmet just a little, allowing you to see only part of his face. You got a glimpse of his dark skin marked by scars as he eats some of the food and gives a small sip of the cup. The helmet returns to place immediately after that. "All right. Satisfied? I'm not trying to poison you."

Your belly growls loudly and you're pretty sure he could hear it too. You didn't even realize how hungry you were until now. You pull the plate closer to you and starts devouring the meal quickly.

The rush ends up making you choke, coughing a few times before drinking the glass of water with big gulps.

"Hey, take it slow.” His voice has a slight touch of humor, you almost can picture the smug look in his face. "Your father wants you alive and I don't want to have to do mouth-to-mouth on you."

"In your dreams, bucket head." You mumble, but you start chewing slower, just in case.

The silent is heavy as you finish eating. It feels awkward. You don’t really know what to say next. All the years you spent learning social etiquette made you want to thank him. “Thank you for the lovely meal you served me after kidnapping me, Mr. Fett.” You almost laughed at the idea.

"Have you contacted my father?" You ask him, filing the uncomfortable silence with your voice. He doesn't tell you, but the answer is probably no. The sandstorms block any signal. You remember that you couldn’t tune into any channel of the holonet during the smallest sandstorms. Then maybe you still had a chance.

"I can be useful to you." Fett still quiet, just watching you. "I may not have credits, but I can serve you. I've heard rumors of how you broke into the Hutt's palace and deposed Bib Fortuna." Your hands grab the bars of the cell, and you get a few inches closer. "I can speak more than ten languages, I can be your translator, or interpreter, whatever you want. I've been trained my whole life to know how to rule an empire. Give me a chance and I'd be your perfect assistant.”

"Here's the thing..." He finally speaks as his hand passes in between the gaps of the bars and pulls your face towards him, pressing your cheek against the cold metal. "I work only with those I can trust, and I don't trust you, Princess." For a few seconds you forget how to breathe. His warmth radiates through his glove, causing goosebumps in your cold skin. "And besides, why should I help you? I don't like breaking contracts and your father made a good offer."

"You don't know what he's going to do to me." You try to sound in control, but tears begin to sting your eyes, your voice shaking in desperation. "He won't kill me, but he'll make me beg for death. And after this torture I'm going to be forced to marry a brute who's going to humiliate me for the rest of my life."

The air gets tense between the two of you. Boba Fett has seen many fake tears in his life, sometimes people were desperate. But your fear and anger were genuine, every word seemed poison running down your lips.

Suddenly a metallic sound runs through the ship, followed by a series of grunts that are familiar to you. "Tusken raiders..." You say under your breath. The next second Fett's hand leaves your face, and he heads toward one of the halls.

"W-wait!" You beg, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “Let me help you. I can talk to them!"

He stops abruptly and moves his head slightly to look over his shoulder. "Do you know how to speak their language?"

You nod. "Yes! I can translate exactly what they say." Well, “exactly” was an exaggeration, but you needed to sell your point.

It looks like he is thinking about your proposal a little bit more, but the sounds outside the ship seem to pull him out of his thoughts. With a sigh, he walks over to the control panel and opens the cell.

You watch paralyzed as he approaches you. With firm hands he opens the handcuffs, but he keeps his fingers wrapped around your wrist. He gets even closer, until his helmet was just inches away from your face. "Don't try any tricks with me, Princess." He warns in a deep tone of voice.

"Don't threaten me, Fett. I'm not stupid." He gives you a tight squeeze before letting you go.

"Just a reminder." He mutters.

You follow him down one of the corridors, listening to the grunts of the Tusken accompanied by the wind howl. “That's how it's going to be: I'm going to open the gate and when they come in, you're going to talk to them. Ask what they need and why they are here.” You simply nod at him.

He goes to the control panel. “Let's see if you were really telling the truth. He says one last time before pushing a series of buttons.

The door opens slowly allowing a gust of wind and sand to enter the interior of the ship. You cover your eyes, feeling the sand hit against your skin and invade everything. All you can do is hold your breath and count the seconds. With difficulty you can hear a few steps reverberating down the ramp, getting closer and closer. When the door closes you could finally see the new visitors.

It was a small group, composed of two men, a woman and a small child. You feel so out of place, still wearing your work clothes and covered in dirty and bruises. You don't feel like a proper translator, but you would give your best. One of the men, the leader probably, stands in front of everyone and greets you. You do the same, imitating the movement of his hands.

You make a gesture towards you and then to Fett, followed by a grunt. Your vocal cords aren’t fit to replicate the sounds that the Tusken make. Surely your throat would be sore after this little dialogue. Fett don’t ask questions, he lets you lead the conversation, only watching closely.

"I'm introducing us." You explain to Fett, not wanting to leave him in the dark." You look back at the leader and meticulously analyze his every gesture, trying not to miss anything. When he finishes talking, you look back at Fett. "They got lost from their group during the storm and are in need of shelter."

"Tell them they can stay in here until the storm's over." Fett tells you and you nod. As ordered, you translate what he said.

The leader thanks the hospitality, and the group settles on the ground, patiently waiting for the end of the storm. You smile as you watch the little child hugging their mother as she nests them in her arms.

"So..." You look over your shoulder and smirk at Fett "Did I do a good job, Mr. Fett?” You bat your eyelashes at him, voice dripping with confidence.

"Don't get cocky, Princess." He huffs. "How did you learn their language?"

"There was old man in the village who used to trade with the Tusken, he taught me everything I know in exchange for a few free drinks." You explain, "And it's also a great way to get guys to stop flirting with me. I start grunting and they run away immediately." You smile to yourself, remembering the last time you did this.

Now that that little partnership had ended the future was uncertain, it all depended on Fett's goodwill. You swallow in dry, losing some of that confident pose.

"I-I... Do I need to go back to the cell?" You ask nervously.

"Let's talk first. Come with me.”

Fett guides you to a higher level of the ship, taking you to the cockpit. “I can’t shake the felling that you weren’t totally loss in my conversation with the Tusken.” You say out loud as you sit on the seat next to him. Maybe you were pushing you luck, but you couldn’t help it.

“And why do you think that?” He turns he seat to look at you with his head slightly tilted. He asks as he already knew the answer, but he wants you to tell him.

“I tend to overanalyze things most of the time, but you didn’t question me what we were talking about and, let’s be honest, we both know that I could have said anything to try to escape.” You rest your cheek in your hand. “And I simply don't believe that a man like you would want things to be out of your control. So, I do think that what happened back there was a test.”

He chuckles. “I understand their language, but I wanted to test if what you told me was true. But we not here to talk about this.” You straighten your posture, feeling the tone of the conversation shift to something more serious. “Tell me why you ran away from your family.”

Your throat gets suddenly dry and you stat to pick at your nails. It's been two years since you left, but it was still painful. It was like a wound that would never heal. Sometimes it was less noticeable, sometimes it burned like fire, but it was always there, in the depths of your mind.

"As my father's firstborn I had many responsibilities. One of them was that I should get married to bring unity with the neighboring kingdom." Fett remains silent. "I didn’t like the idea of an arranged marriage, but it was necessary. Until..." The words seemed to escape you; it was still so hard to talk about it. "On... on the wedding day my... groom" the word has a bad taste in your mouth. "Tried to touch me, inappropriately."

"He... did he hurt you?”

"No, that's why I ran away. And even if my father believed in me, he would make me marry anyway. All for the good of the kingdom."

"I'm sorry" He mutters. You don't know exactly what he's apologizing for, but either way, you accept it.

“Do you want to ask me anything else?”

“Do you still want to be my assistant? Working with me can be dangerous, I have many enemies and being the Daimyo of Tatooine comes with unwanted attention. If you want to just leave, I will not stop.”

"Yes, of course a do!” That’s where you wanted to be now, there was no coming back. And besides, being protected by the Daimyo of Tatooine didn’t sound bad.

"Well, welcome to the crew." Fett’s hand reaches out towards you, and you squeeze it without hesitation. You knew that moment would change everything, your new life would finally begin.

A few hours go by and the storm's over. You wave to the Tusken as they disappear between the dunes. Fett presses one of the buttons and the ramp begins to rise while the door closes slowly.

"Where now?" You ask as you follow him towards the cockpit again.

"Back to my palace." Fett replies "We have work to do, Princess."

You frown at the nickname. "Enough calling me that.” You complain as you buckle your seat belt.

Fett laughs while turning the engines. You hear the ship come to life around you, gears and turbines singing in tune. "I don't think so. It's very appropriate for you, Princess."

You roll your eyes, trying to look angry, but you can't help a little smile that appears in your lips. Gradually the ship begins to rise, gaining enough amplitude to reach flight. You watch the two suns slowly set on the horizon, skirted by a sky bathed in shades of purple and pink.

You wanted to stay awake to enjoy that beautiful view, but your eyes become too heavy, your body begging for a rest. Before you know it, you fall asleep.

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