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neonovember · 22 days

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Request: Sam Wilson x younger, platonic! reader

Plot: Reader relaxing around Sam’s place in Louisiana-Bucky can be in it, reader’s relationship with him would be platonic or familial.

Louisiana Sun

steve, sam, bucky x platonic!daughter!reader, generous nods (i practically wrote a whole confession) to sarahbucky

things; dad!steve rogers moments, over protective steve, reader makes some risky decisions, bucky and same are basically your uncles, bucky is in love with sarah and louisiana by extension,

w/c; 4k (reader had to do a lot of convincing to let steve believe she wont get kidnapped in the presence of two soldiers)

You’ve never felt love like you did in Louisiana.

The sun baked grass, the humid winds kissing your shoulder. The vibrancy of colour and life that explodes on the streets, and in the caring waves of neighbours.

You taste home whenever Steve drives you up to Sam’s rickety gate, slamming the car door open to his objection and running through the winding bend of grass and willow trees. You can't wait for Steve to pull into Sam’s drive way, the bleached wooden porch calls to you in a way you can’t ignore.

So you find it exceptionally painful whenever Steve is swarmed with so much work he can’t make the drive up. And there was no way Steve would even let you take a plane ride by yourself, he says it’s cause he’d be too afraid but you think it’s because you help with the dishes.

It’s Friday evening at the Rogers, a night of pizza and Noir crime films you both adore. It’s spring break, and you've spent every waking hour with Steve cooped up at home. You don't mind it, it has made up for a lot of the father daughter time missed between missions. But god you can’t come back to school and say you spend the holidays with Captain America again.

“So..Sam called” You murmur, fainting nonchalance whilst you watch his every expression out of the corner of your eye. Gene Tirney’s whiskey voice blares from the TV screen in front of you.

“Uhm?” Steve replies with his mouth full.

“Yeah, he was wondering when I’d come down again to see ‘em. Bucky’s spending some time there too, helping out with the boat and Sarah” You reply, stretching your arms out in front of you.

“And what did you say” Steve replies after wiping away the smudges of sauce from his chin, eyes widening

“I said I’ll have to check with Corporal Rogers first” You tease

“Hey, I’m not anywhere near..”

“Dad we haven’t left this house in weeks, I’m not going to go another week locked in here” You reply

“I let you go places..remember Monday?”

“When you asked me to buy your cream of mushroom from the Bodega?!” You shriek, eyes boggling.

“Yes..?” Steve replies unsure, eyebrows furrowing

“That was a chore. For your own benefit by the way, I mean who in their right mind likes cream of mushroom?” You reply

“Ay, I’m not going to let you disrespect my taste in food for the second time today” Steve replies

“Oh please, I barely said anything about your choice of onions as a pizza topping-

“My pizza topping?? I was reconsidering dinner when you wanted pineapples. Fruit should not belong on pizza, there are rules. When I was your age we had-”

“To boil everything or else we’d get tetanus and die” You moan, rolling your eyes

“No..when I was your age I don't think pineapples even made it to New York yet” Steve murmurs, hand on his chin as if to truly consider it.

“Are you sure you're my father?” You reply, and are met with a soft cushion flying towards you.

“Work��s just been a lot lately kid. And I miss you too darn much to let you leave my sight. You know how I am, I see kids go missin’ everyday. Don’t know what I’d do if that happened to you cause I was reckless”

“You aren't getting sick of my face?”

“Never”

“You’re not being reckless Dad, I’m going to be with Sam for gods sake, and Bucky too! In Louisiana of all places! They probably mug you with bugnes as pistols” You giggle

“Don’t joke about that"

“Oh come on! You both were on a team for like eighty years, you don't trust them?”

“Of course I trust them, they’re your designated ‘if i get in a freak accident they take over’ people.

“Hey! Don’t joke about that” You quip

“I just like knowing you're near” Steve replies after chuckling

“I could just stay for a weekend! I’ll be back before you know it. Swear” You plead.

“You say that now..” Steve cocks his eyebrows, part of him knew you'd stay six months there if you could

You put on your best heartbroken pouted face whilst Steve goes through the motions of being finally convinced. His eyebrows furrow, his hand coming up to scratch at his golden locs as he considers it.

His shoulders slump, and before he can even say a gruntled “Fine..” You’re cheering, getting up to twirl around the lamp lit living room. Steve chuckles at your antics, eyes glinting with light at the sight of you jumping in happiness.

He knew he’d say yes in the end. You're his little girl, he can’t ever say no to you.

“Whilst you're up, switch out Laura for somethin’ else. We still got a checklist to get through”

“Isn’t it getting close to your bed time, senior citizen?” You giggle, reaching for the box of recorded movie tapes under the bookshelf dresser.

“Age ain't going to stop me from showing you what good cinema is” Steve barks, reaching for his glass of water gingerly.

You’re half through the Maltese Falcon, Sam Spade flickering his cigarette in flashes of black and white when Steve's phone rings.

He groans loudly, lying on his back with his legs stretched and laying on the coffee table with the bitten edges of pizza crust left over. The couch buzzes beneath your weight, somewhere deep within the crevices near spare change and ink pens it vibrates.

“You gonna get that old man?” You turn to Steve, mouth filled with cheesy saucy bread

“Easy now Rogers, and finish your mouthful”

You roll your eyes as Steve searches under the blanket stretched across you both, a sound of triumph leaves his throat when he grasps the metallic slick edges.

“Rogers” Steve grunts into the phone

“Ah Fury…Mhmm..didn’t they have Clint on that?..Right..”

You raise your eyebrows at the conversation between Steve and Fury, Steve pinches the bridge of his nose as he plops his head back against the head of the couch.

“For three weeks? Fury, you know I got Y/N to take care of. It’s why I transferred out of the field, it isn’t ‘cause I like reading” Steve murmurs, eyes cutting to you

Your eyebrows widen at that, mouthing to ‘pass the phone’ to Steve who shakes his head at you. Growing impatient, and longing to see Sam, Bucky and Sarah you make a mental note to blame them for the scolding of a century as you reach and swipe the phone from Steve's lazy grip.

“Yeah, I don’t know Fury- HEY”

“This is Steve Rogers manager speaking, yes he can and will be there for the mission”

“Y/N” Fury replies, his voice lit with a hint of humour at your antics.

You wrestle to escape Steve's reflexes, luckily you're a teenage girl who wants something so you're obviously faster. You throw the same pillow Steve had thrown at you before in his face, running behind the couch with the phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, poking your tongue out at Steve.

“Hey Fury! How’s the wife and kids” You remark

“Who told you about my wife and kids”

“Oh Fury, think those confidential documents are safe from a certain Spider?”

“Goddamit Parker..” Fury mutters

You doge a flying pillow headed your way, Steve’s face growing red with frustration at you missing every hit. Super soldier my ass.

“Where’ll Steve be stationed?”

“Prague-wait, aren’t you twelve? I hate to say it but the soldiers right, you can’t just be left alone-”

“One word Fury. Louisiana, Beignets and a bird”

“That’s three words”

“Yeah well I ain't twelve but I didn’t correct you on that did I?”

“I’m an old man, Y/N” Fury replies gruffly

“I’m pretty sure you were in the hospital hallway at my birth..” You murmured

“How did you-?!” Fury replies

You're too busy skipping zig zag across the living room to escape the pieces of pizza, cushions and cd covers flying your way to hear him. You heard it once that it helps dodge bullets, and with the horsepower behind your own fathers arm, you think it matches.

“Makes sense anyways, there isn't a Wilson and Barnes without a Rogers nearby. You guys are like goddamn pack members” Fury replies “Let Steve know to be packed and ready by Sunday”

“Bye Fury” You giggle, swiping the red button before throwing the phone immediately at Steve who lunges for it.

Running to hide behind the first thing you see, you peek out from the forked leaves of a potted plant to see a very angry and very dishevelled Steve.

“Is now a good time to say I got a 90 on my science quiz?” You reply with a gulp

You’re smart enough not to run out the car seat the second Sam’s house comes into view, despite the itchiness festering in your bones driving though Louisiana and not being able to finally set your feet down onto it.

Steve called Sam the next morning, and you had already packed a suitcase of clothes and necessities a few days prior. You always felt healed after every road trip, and tuning out blues and Leon Bridges whilst driving through the country felt like a respite in itself.

As Steve pulls into the dirt drive way, you see Sam perches on the deck waving towards you both. You squeeze your hands into fists until he switches the ignition off, and then you are too. The car door springs open and you're rushing into Sam’s arms, giggling as he twirls you around till you're dizzy and sick.

“You’re Father has been keeping you from us” Sam says, shooting an accusatory dagger towards Steve who has begun to unload your belongings.

“Hello to you too Sam” Steve shouts from behind the open boot with a gruff voice.

Bucky’s booming voice makes its appearance before he does, rounding the corner of the back yard wiping grease off his hands onto a dirty old rag.

“If it isn’t Miss Rogers! Took ya long enough” He replies, pulling you into a tight protective hug whilst Steve sets your duffel bags on the porch edge.

Sam turns to Steve, pulling him into a hug as well, his hand slapping his back with a loud umph.

“Shame you couldn’t stay over here as well” Sam says

“Fury. Clint needs some help down in Nové Město” Steve says tiredly after embracing Bucky.

“When Duty calls” You reply

“Steve answers” Bucky and Sam say in unison.

“It wasn’t me this time” Steve points at you accusingly “The drive up here made me start regretting it enough. Lay off will ya”

“It was okay? We’ve been getting some Black bear sightings along Wood Lake” Sam replies

“We were all right. At least I won’t have a nagging buzz in my ear the drive back” Steve teases,

“Hey!” You reply, playfully pushing his shoulder.

“Don’t worry Y/N, You’re ours now. You no longer have to face that tyrant” Bucky chirps, pulling his hair back into a bun.

“And this tyrant” Steve shifts, looking down at his watch “needs to start heading back”

“Already? Can’t stay for lunch, Sarah’s making her seafood boil” Sam replies

Steve audibly groans, rocking on the balls of his feet as he shakes his head at the thought of missing out on Sarah Wilson's Louisiana renowned seafood.

“She is? Oh my god that better not be a lie Sam” You reply. Sarah’s cooking was like no other, you’ve been begging her to hurry up and make the next best selling cookbook.

“Yup, she's got me on shucking duty” Bucky says, feigning exasperation that held very thinly over the clear adoration Bucky had whenever he talked about Sarah.

You look towards Steve, and he raises his eyebrows as you both communicate silently. Bucky was head over heels in love with Sarah Wilson, it was getting annoying seeing them do this dance.

“Alright, time for goodbyes Kiddo” Steve replies after stifling the smirk that tugs at his mouth whilst he watches Bucky crane his neck at the sound of Sarah coming through the door.

“Steve Grant Rogers, you better not have thought of leaving without giving me a proper hello” Sarah calls, her dark coils pulled into a high bun that has begun to uncurl and frame her face.

“Tsk, Sarah. Of course I wouldn't leave before seeing the better Wilson.

“You got that right” Sarah chuckles, pulling Steve into a hug. Sam grumbles profanities under his breath as he rolls his eyes.

“Where are the boys?”

“Staying with a friend, did ya'll know something about this ‘hoverboard’ mess that's going around?” Sarah questions, exhaustion clear in her tone from dealing with two children wanting something.

“Could probably call Tony and he’d just make one for you” Steve replies with a chuckle at Sarah’s tone.

“Great idea soldier. Knew you were gonna leave early so I packed you a little somethin’ for the road” Sarah smirks, passing the tote bag on her shoulder that even you could smell had something decadent wrapped in careful parchment.

“Sarah Wilson, the woman you are” Steve replies, grasping the bag gingerly with a sigh as he peers into the wrapped dish.

“Ya can say that again” Bucky mutters softly under his breath, his hand coming up to scratch at the nape of his neck as Sarah shifts her gaze to him.

“Okay, I’ll admit it I’m gonna miss you oldie” You say, rocking n your feet as the feeling of separation begins to settle.

“Com ‘ere kid”

You quickly run into the open arms of Steve, blinking back tears as you lean your head on his broad shoulder. Rocking back and forth in his embrace Steve caresses your back tenderly.

“I’ll be back before you know it. We might even stay a bit longer when I do come back” Steve whispers in your ear.

You lift your head “Really? You mean that?” You whisper, as you meet his gaze, searching for any sign of a lie.

“When have I ever lied?”

“Well there was that one time you said you weren't scared of spiders..” You reply before Steve quickly cuts you off

“Okay that's enough”

You giggle, before Steve squeezes you in his arms. Shaking his head as you both part and he sets you back down.

“Never gets easier saying goodbye'' Steve replies, before moving to embrace Sam and Bucky, and placing a chaste kiss on Sarah's cheek before turning back to you.

“Now, call me before bed and in the morning, okay?” Steve replies, his tone morphing into an authoritarian lilt.

“Yep, and I'll text you some photos and videos throughout” You reply sweetly, as Steve nods along with unblinking eyes.

“What are you doing”

“I’m just taking a mental note of how you look exactly as I left you, and I will notice any piercings, hair changes and god forbid tattoos-”

“Okay, okay, just take a photo while you’re at it”

Steve shuffles on his feet, moving the back to his shoulder as he pulls out his phone

“Oh you aren’t actually-” You say, before the flash of Steve's camera cuts you off midway.

“Alright, I think I’m good to go” Steve replies, before nodding your playful punch on his shoulder.

You walk Steve to the car, hugging him goodbye again before Sam and Bucky exchange some information about something confidential, top secret, and definitely one you shouldn't listen in on.

But you do.

And it’s boring anyway.

The kitchen is bustling by mid afternoon, shells of craw fish and prawns scattered on the table counter and the dirty water of shelled oysters flowing down the edge of the grassy front lawn.

The smells of cajun seasoning and buttered corn leaves you asking Sarah when it's done every five minutes till she’s banishing you from the kitchen and sending you off with a lemonade.

You move through the littered toys and figurines AJ and Cass had left in their clear hurry to spend the night at a friend's and push the screen door open with your hip. Careful to not spill your drink, you take a seat on one of the rocking chairs on the porch with a sigh.

The sounds of the nearby pier docked with ships and fisherman makes its way even down the rocky dirt roads of Sam’s place, easy against the chirps and rustles of shrikes up above the oak and willow trees around the house.

You don't come to Louisiana to escape noise, life is all around you when you pay attention to it. New York is always awake, even at night- especially at night. Louisiana has a kind of hum that’s different, it feeds your soul.

Curling your feet underneath you, the screen door opens with a wack as Bucky stumbles onto the porch. The moisture of the beer drips down his fingers as he sits down on the adjacent chair to you.

“Sarah kick you out too?” You reply with a giggle as Bucky grumbles under his breath.

“I was just askin’ if we need to make this much food for four people..” Bucky replies, shaking his head with regret as he rests it on the back of the chair.

“Ooh rookie move mister” You reply teasingly, before Bucky cuts his eyes to you

“Oh and asking the equivalent of “are we there yet” is any better” Bucky banters, taking a swing of his beer before immediately grimacing.

“How’s you get Steve to agree to leave you for three weeks” Bucky starts, bringing his feet up to rest against the porch wooden fence.

“Oh I didn’t, Fury called and I just snatched the phone and told him he’d be there” You replied

“And you’re still breathing?!” Bucky replies incredulously

“I’m shocked by myself. But what about you?”

“Me? What about me?” Bucky replies with an eyebrow raised

“Are you staying in Louisiana indefinitely? Makes it a lot easier to convince Dad to move down here too” You continue

“I..I don't know. Maybe. Helping Sam out with the boat and everything has been good. Really good in fact. The people here aren't afraid of me..or this” Bucky points to the vibranium compartments of his arm.

“I wasn’t, I knew they wouldn't be too” You muse, smiling as Bucky looks up at you.

“Thanks kid. Finally starting to feel normal again, part of the community now I suppose. It’s weird, even back in Brooklyn i never felt so..a part of something before”

“Can’t just up and leave ‘em like I would’ve before. Especially when Sam needs my help”

“And Sarah” You add, hiding the smile behind a nonchalant nod.

“Yeah..Sarah” Bucky adds, his eyes glazing over as he leans back, eyes shifting to the towering tree leaves that cover half the sky.

You watch him carefully, seeing the way his leg jitters a little at the mere mention of Sarah, how so in love he is with her and you can’t help yourself anymore.

“You love her, don't you?” You murmur, as Bucky quickly swings his head to look at you.

“Hmp?”

“Sarah?” You inquire, raising your eyebrows with a smirk.

“I see the way you look at her, the way you both look at each other, and I’m here practically every summer break. Which is never”

Bucky’s face morphs from shock to realisation, sitting upright as he scratches at his dark overgrown hair.

“You think she looks at me? I mean, in that way?” Bucky asks after a pregnant pause, his voice quiet and filled with anxious shyness. He can’t even look at you, looking out into the rounding hills of the roads and houses ahead.

“I know she does. Let it be the teenage girl who can tell who is acting like two love sick high schoolers” You grin, as Bucky’s eyes twinkle, unable to hide the adoration and love about to burst through.

“Or let that Chef who came down from Chicago swept her off her feet..what was his name again?” You tease, wiggling your eyebrows as you take a sip of your melting lemonade.

“Easy now, Rogers” Bucky replies with a bark, jaw clenching at the thought of Sarah being with anyone else.

“Foods ready!” Sam calls out from the kitchen window and Bucky helps you up from your seat, tipping out the last of his drink onto the stepped on grass before you both make your way back inside.

The thick book raised high above your face does little to block out the midday sun, you’re lying on the dock, the wooden planks warm underneath your shirt as the ends of your hair dip into the lake’s surface.

It’s a quiet hidden sort of mystical place, off the side of Sarah’s house where practically nobody but the Wilson's and by extension now you and Bucky now know about. Sarah divulged memories of spending new years here with the boys and their father years before, how it seemed likes their own little getaway.

The yellowed pages of Bucky’s first edition Hobbit flick between your fingers as you fly through the adventures of Bilbo and the fantastical realm of Erebor. You notice AJ and Cass’s squeals and laughter suddenly silent, and for the first time since you had laid down you sit upright looking across the grassy field.

The boy’s frisbee you had lost many games to earlier is dashed to the side, and as you wipe lazy exhaustion from your eyes to see Sam pull out a notebook and pen on the rug. Dusting off the dirt from the dock, you make your way through the grassy foxgloved trail towards him.

“Where did everyone go?” You question, throwing the book onto the soft cushioned floor.

“Bucky and Sarah had to take the boys home, AJ somehow ended up hurting himself on grass. And before you ask no I don’t know how”

You giggle before plopping down on some cushions, stretching your arms out with a groan.

It’s easy to talk to Sam. About school, about New York, about life, everything.The unrelenting sun helps ease the discomfort of certain things sure, but Sam has always been your person.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask, looking at Sam scribble some things into the paper

“I like to write sometimes. Not for anyone else, just for myself. Can be about how I’m feeling some days, people I remember, hell even some poetry”

“I tried the whole journal taking thing, the counselor at school said it might be good since I don't have a “conventional family dynamic”. Psycho babble for, everyone you know and love have fought aliens in space and have the capability to take down a government.

“I mean, there was that one time the Quinjet dropped you off at school” Sam chuckled

“That was one time! And that was because Tony hates traffic” You add, shaking your head at the embarrassment of disembarking from a 30 feet aircraft that works as a spaceship.

“But it must be hard, ya know? Having to share your dad with the rest of the world”.

“Hm? Sarah’s boys share you with them too”

“Yeah, but you know it's different. Parents are meant to be plain, they’re meant to live through us. Imprint all their expectations and dreams onto us”

“Well, maybe you should start seein’ things at what they ‘could’ be, instead of what they're meant to be. Sure, I don't have the kind of Dad that comes from the office at 5pm and has days off. But I get..this. You and Bucky, Sarah and a damn Asgardian King as my family. My Dad spent his whole life fighting, showed me what having immovable morals and good character makes of you. Wouldn’t trade it for the world, makes you feel a lot safer when there's an inbuilt super hero team on speed dial too”

“Damn you Rogers and your century wisdom. You spent a couple decades in the ice too?”

“Haha, don't group me with that icicle.

Birds chirp and warm wind tussles the grass you lay on.

“Oh Louisiana"

“Nothing like it ey?”

“In the entire world. Get now why Steve never allowed me to stay longer than a week”

“Why’s that?” “Cause I'd never leave. I'd probably force him to retire and build a house with his bare hands across the road from you”.

Sam chuckles.

The sound of footsteps makes its way from the trail, and Bucky appears rounding the corner, his vibranium arm glinting in the sun.

“Do I hear the familiar crinkling of Guidry’s?” You shout out excitedly as Bucky raises the familiar peach coloured paper bag in the air

“Easy with the goods, Barnes” Sam calls out, before Bucky plops down next to you, ripping open the pastry bag to unveil the perfectly powdered beignets still warm.

“Told Elijah you had come down for a visit and he gave a little extra” Bucky says, before reaching for one of the pastries dusted in snow.

“Yeah…Steve was right” You reply, after groaning at the sweet and airy taste of the most perfect fluffy pastry you have ever tasted

“Bout what?” Sam and Bucky both say in unison mouths filled and faces covered in powdered sugar

“I’m never gonna leave” You giggle, wiping the sugar from your chin.

The sun makes its disembark down the coastline, as tunes of Etta Jones, Rockettes and Hozier murmur from Sam’s faded blue speaker. You fill your stomach on sugary beignets and sweet tea, leaving sticky fingerprints on card faces through hour long games of Euchre through the afternoon light.

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delayed-affection · 1 year

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Captain

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Luke Hughes x reader

Warnings: Petname (Beautiful) when said ‘Captain on the ice’ I am talking about team usa

Word count: 0.8k

You and Luke are at his brother’s lake house, and like any good brothers they gave him a key. Which honestly might not have been the best idea.

He knows where they store the boat’s keys and is currently trying to convince you to take it out with him.

“Come on, Beautiful, it’ll be fun.” He assures, “We’ll never get the chance to do this again.”

“Just because you’re captain on the ice does not mean you can captain the water.” You argue

“Ice is just frozen water.” He states, “So I think we’ll be just fine.”

You grab his face, “Are you even hearing yourself, right now?”

He grabs your wrists, “All I’m hearing is a great idea.”

You drop your hands to your sides, “Then we’re hearing two different things.”

He pulls you into a hug, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but if something happens to us or the boat-“

He cuts you off, “Nothing will happen, I promise.”

“How can you be sure?” You question

“Because you’ll be there, Beautiful, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.” He says placing a soft kiss on your lips.

This boy is going to be the death of you.

You sigh pulling away from him, “Okay, we can go.”

“Really? Okay, the sun goes down in like twenty minutes.” He says, “I’ll go start up the boat, can you go grab a blanket?”

The two of you are now in the middle of the lake, watching as the sun slowly makes its way down.

He moves to sit next to you, “See, I did just fine.”

You laugh, “Other than the fact you took off full speed, yeah you did great.”

He chuckles pulling you closer, “Yeah… I could lie and say I did that purpose…”

“But…” You say

“But…” He drags, “It was an accident, a very funny accident.”

“I’m glad you think me falling on my ass was funny.”

Just thinking about it makes him laugh, “Well maybe you should sit down next time.”

You bring your face close to his, “Well maybe you shouldn’t take off like that next time.”

He smiles, “So there’ll be a next time?”

You give him a quick peck, “Yeah, you driving us back to the dock.”

He groans, “You’re no fun, Beautiful.”

You pull out your phone, “I mean, if I’m no fun, I could always just text your brothers-“

He tries to grab your phone, “No, no, no, no.”

You pull it away from him opening up messages, “Who would be more upset? Jack or Quinn?”

“Beautiful, beautiful, look I’m sorry.” He pleads grabbing for the phone, “Y/n, please.”

You gasp, “Maybe your mom.”

You push his hands away with your free one.

“Stop, come on.” He begs

You’re not actually texting them, you’re texting him but it’s funny to see him squirm.

You get up from your seat and send the text, “Too late.”

He gives you a defeated look, “You did not.”

You hear his phone chime, “You’re right, I didn’t.”

He pulls out his phone and his face breaks out into a smile, “You’re such an ass.”

You stand between his legs, “I love you too, Bookie.”

He laughs, “Bookie? Who’s Bookie? Cause it’s not me.”

“Oh but you are bookie.” You tell him, “You’re also Lukey, Hughesy, Baby, Moose…”

You cup his face and place a sweet and gentle kiss on his lips, “And the newest one, Captain.”

He smiles as you go to kiss him again, “However that’s only on the ice because you have yet to conquer the water.”

“Way to kill the mood.” He replies leaning back, “And I did just fine, you’re just hating for no reason.”

“No, me hating is saying that I would rather have Jack drive. Actually, no, having Trevor drive rather than you.”

He pulls you down next to him, “And that would hurt my feelings. No, no, that would kill me because he sucks at driving.”

“Exactly my point, you did way better than he ever could.” You state, “Don’t tell him or your brothers I said that they’ll throw me overboard.”

He puts his arms around you and leans over the side of the boat, “Oh, you mean like this?”

You hold him tighter, praying that he’s just messing around, “Lu-Luke, you do this and I am breaking up with you!”

He acts like falling back, “Oh, you’d break up with me?”

“Luke Warren Hughes, I swear to god.”

He moves closer to water and loosens his hold on you, “Woah.”

You start to panic, “Please don’t.”

He sits you both up and bursts into a fit laughter.

You scoot away from him, “Oh, I’m so glad you find that funny.”

He pulls you back trying to calm down, “I’m sorry, but I had to get you back.”

“Jackass.” You mutter laying into him.

“Beautiful, I said sorry, I was just messing around.” He says

“I know.” You answer, “But I also know there was a piece of you that wanted to drop me in there.”

He chuckles softly, “You don’t know that.”

You give him a look, telling him to be for real.

He kisses the top of your head, “Okay maybe I did consider actually doing it.”

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Yandere Knuckles the Dread(romantic) having your obsession, what travel with Sonic to other dimensions.(Sonic Prime)

Yeah, I'll try writing something for Prime :) Hopefully I read your request right. Plot conflicts with Prime's plot but trust me, I tried ^^

This was written as I was watching Prime and takes place in an alternate ending after Season 1. I actually think Dread has good potential as a yandere.

Yandere! Knuckles the Dread with Darling that travels with Sonic

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Implied obsession at first sight, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Forced affection, Forced relationship.

You met Dread the same way Sonic did.

Or at least, similarly.

Sonic got to No Place by running really fast to the point he warped.

You could've gotten there by a shard portal created by Nine.

Either way, you're meeting up with Sonic again in a world of pirates.

When you meet Dread, he comes off as extremely friendly towards you and Sonic.

Not many come to his ship, he wasn't even expecting a looker like you either!

You quickly find this version of Knuckles is the life of the party when you first meet.

He offers you food and cannons of confetti, a fanged grin on his face as he talks to you.

Admittedly... calming down with Sonic in this universe isn't that bad.

Until the parties start becoming excessive....

"Come on! Just relax and talk to me, won't you? There's no need to waste the day! I want to know more about you and that hedgehog friend of yours."

You notice Dread becomes rather invasive towards you when it comes to privacy.

Like a pirate to treasure, the captain already seems to have taken a liking to you.

You try to distance yourself from him as you don't know anything about him.

You also couldn't trust him since when Sonic asked about the shard, he looked a bit hostile.

Although... you allowed Dread closer to keep him under control while Sonic tries to get info about the shard and retrieve it.

Going off script from Prime, the general idea of how you meet Dread is through Sonic.

For the most part, Dread is a coward when you first meet him.

Although as you help build up his confidence with Sonic... he becomes a much more bold pirate towards you.

Once Sonic encourages Dread to become a legendary pirate, you'll notice he's crueler.

While this helps you closer to the shard... Sonic has no idea what he's sacrificed.

Dread was originally overly friendly with you.

He tries to charm you with parties and cheery songs, often doing what you'd assume is sheepish flirting?

For being a captain, the lack of confidence makes him less threatening.

It's better to have him be overly friendly than... the alternative.

Pirates are greedy towards what they want.

Which to Dread... that means the so-called shard... and you.

"Well aren't you a treasure... a treasure that's definitely mine...!"

Recall how Dread acted when he got the shard in Prime?

Yeah, that's essentially what his yandere behavior would be like.

Once Dread obtains the shard, Sonic's teleported within it while you wait with the others on the boat.

Your worry increases when neither of them come back.

You worry something happened to them... which is not entirely wrong.

When you manage to help the crew get the ship closer, you're met with Dread.

Just Dread.

"... Where's Sonic?"

"Oh! I was wondering when you'd catch up, treasure."

His grin is unhinged, filled with greed while he holds the shard close to him.

"It's a shame Blue didn't take you with him, huh?"

Worry pools into your stomach.

"What?"

"Sonic left. He's gone. Not like it should matter though... not when you have me!"

"Have you lost it!? I need Sonic to go home!"

"Why follow him now when you've got me, a legendary pirate, to follow?"

Dread is much more intimidating when overcome with greed.

The greed caused by the shard only makes his obsession darker.

Now he doesn't have to worry about Sonic being so close to you anymore!

You're lost and alone...

Ready for him to take you as his own.

You're subjected to the worst of his obsession when Sonic is removed from this universe without you.

His greed makes his own crew scared of him.

Scared to the point they can't do much to help you.

Dread is awestruck about you like something to be admired.

His purple eyes hold so much yearning.

He keeps the crystal away from everyone, especially since he fears you can use it the same way as Sonic.

He'd be a fool to give up a treasure like you.

You'll notice the more confident pirate is even bolder with affection now.

After all, he's convinced you're all his now.

"Our meeting was the start of something fruitful... stop squirming, will you? You're mine... I get to hold you because you're MINE."

Utterly unhinged.

He is not the same pirate you knew with Sonic after he gets the shard.

Part of you wishes to blame Sonic... although you know he wasn't entirely at fault.

Sonic caused all of this...

But you believe he'll fix it.

For Sonic, you tell yourself, you allow Dread to do what he wishes.

You just feel when this is all over you'll never see Knuckles the same way again-

It saddens you to know that Dread was once part of your friend.

A part of your friend that's greedy... possessive of anything he deems a treasure.

Including you, a close companion in his heart.

Every affectionate nuzzle from the captain feels too needy.

Dread's gaze tells you everything you need to know when he holds you.

No matter what you say, he's convinced you're his.

Words won't get through to him anymore... you have to play the waiting game now.

"You're mine... I'm never going to let you go. Not even Sonic will take you away from me! Not when I have you!"

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere sonic prime #yandere knuckles the echidna #yandere knuckles the dread

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becausesomething · 2 months

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Chapter 13 - Jealousy

just a jealous Kid 🥲 and handsome Law is back in town!

Narrator POV

It's been three weeks since the confrontation with Shanks. Victoria Punk's crew was starting to get back into their routine. Kid was still recovering but due to his stubbornness, he insisted on carrying out his duties as captain, which left Eriss and Killer on the verge of nervousness. Eriss and Kid's relationship was quickly discovered because they were both terrible at hiding it, especially being heard by the entire boat. Eriss had returned to being the woman she was a few months ago, letting down the walls she carried. Kid couldn't stop smiling whenever he saw her, but this was fuel for Killer and Heat to start stinging him and ended up in meaningless disputes that had to be stopped by Eriss or Wire.

Kid enters the kitchen and his crew is crestfallen in the corners, including Eriss.

-If I had known that this was going to be your reaction, you might as well have let me die. - He sits next to her but continues to be ignored.

-Idiots, don't ignore me!

-We're bored - says Eriss, leaning on his back.

-We miss women - says Killer

-And robbing - says Heat, letting a small flame come out of his mouth

-I miss breaking everything - says Kid who joins that depressive environment.

-You should cheer us up, not join us Kid - says Killer

-What are the plans Captain? Eriss says he has practically recovered. - asks Wire coming out of the shadows.

-Damn Wire, stop hiding in the shadows. - Kid makes Eriss get off his back and sit against him.

-On the next island we find, we will return to the usual program, robbing, drinking, and having fun. And of course, gather information to defeat Kaido. - Everyone looks at him in amazement.

-Are you sure Kid? Just a few weeks ago you were more there than here. - Says Killer

-It's not because I was defeated once that I'm going to give up on being the Pirate King. There are 3 more yonkos on the list, don't lose hope, and trust me.

-Redhead, I think you should wait a little longer. We are talking about a yonkou! - Says Eriss trying to get away from him.

-Where is your sense of adventure? Stop worrying, I'm fine, and since when did the Victoria Punk crew give up so easily? I am Eutass "Captain" Kid, and I will continue to fight for my dreams!

-ihihih, we missed you Kid!

-So inspiring coming from such a cruel person - says Eriss, showing her tongue.

-I should send you to sea, now go do something and unblock the store for me!

-Won't you stay with me tigress?

-Didn't you tell me to go for a walk? I'm just following orders Captain - he gives him a light kiss and leaves.

...

-Tigress, do you need that many clothes? - Kid complains.

-I didn't volunteer for this. You're a witch Eriss! - Killer also complains and sits on the floor throwing a tantrum.

-Stop complaining. I gave you choices, it was your decision.

-Between being a slave or staying on the ship doing inventory, they are both terrible. - says Kid who joins Killer on the floor.

Eriss stops and walks back to them. She bends over showing her well-defined and prominent cleavage thanks to the bodice and her hair flowing over her shoulders.

-It's your fault, you never let a woman go shopping for so long. Besides, only half of it is clothes, the rest are necessary things because you are constantly getting into trouble.

-If I have to have this vision, I don't mind - says Killer, completely engrossed in Eriss's breasts.

Once Kid realizes, he uses the Punk Gibson causing Killer to fly and crash into a wall.

-KID!

-He deserved it, only I can look at that cleavage of yours that makes me crazy with lust.

-ugh, I only put up with children. - She turns her back and hides her smile.

Kid gets up and grabs her by the waist, stealing a kiss from her.

-I knew you were smiling and you couldn't resist my tough guy image.

-Convinced. Now go help your friend, but without getting into a fight. - she rests her hands on his chest - and since you're so upset you can go back, I just need to go to one more store.

-But he was the one who crossed the line, I don't want to leave you alone.

-Redhead, I know how to protect myself. Come on, your boyfriend is having trouble getting up. - says Eriss laughing.

Kid throws a pat on his face and goes to help Kid, insulting him and punching him for a few minutes.

Eriss POV

It wasn't worth separating them, basically, it was the way they showed the friendship they had. She was finally alone, so she could do the last shopping and eat something sweet as a reward. But with a pastry shop already around the corner, it was impossible to resist. My eyes come across a red velvet cake, one of my favorites and I don't waste time ordering it. That first bite was heaven in the mouth, completely surrendering that sweet flavor that melted away in the mouth. In less than 5 minutes I had already devoured everything.

-I see you made your decision. - I looked in the direction of that voice and Law was coming towards me with his cap pulled down making it impossible to see his face, but I didn't need to guess the cold expression he had.

-Tral - I wanted to hug him, but his cold aura made me unable to react

- I, so much happened, I tried to write to you but...

-Eriss-ya, it's okay, I'm not upset or hurt. - he approaches and raises his face and can see his serene gaze

-Now I know what you look like when you're really happy.

I continued to look without knowing what to say, I wasn't expecting to find him so soon. Inside I was still trying to find words to explain everything that had happened and how much he still means to me.

-I saw you with Kid-ya, he seems to treat you well despite being even more deformed. I'm relieved to see you weren't hurt fighting Shanks.

I can't help but let out a short laugh, even in this situation their rivalry continued.

-Yes I am and I found my place without needing to hide who I am.

-I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. - I grab one of his hands and with the other, I lift his chin to look me in the eyes.

-I missed you too, Law.

I pull myself towards him and hug him tightly. He resists the first few seconds but then hugs me back.

-You will always be special to me. No one can erase what we experienced. Thank you, I can imagine how difficult it must have been for you.

He squeezes me tighter, not many more words are needed. Now I understood his words, he always knew that because he was so close to Kid he would end up choosing him, and the life we chose didn't help either, but he still always listened and supported me.

-Eriss-ya I'm proud and happy for you.

We stayed in that hug for a few more moments until I broke it.

-It was good to see you again, now I better go, Bepo must already be looking for me.

-Wait! .... Still friends?

He takes a strand of hair and puts it behind my ear.

- Our friendship is something that no one will ever steal from me.

Those words warmed my heart, being with him in front of me makes me feel even fuller, my heart beats in a tender way like when I came back and saw Kimi.

-Can I accompany you? I was already finishing up shopping anyway.

-If you want, your company is always welcome. - He smiles slightly and starts walking in front of me.

That cloud between us quickly disappears and the friendship between us speaks louder. We talk all the time, both of us talking about our adventures since the Sabaody archipelago. When we arrived at the beach, Bepo was sleeping against a tree and Law made that expressionless expression when looking at something cute.-Hello Bepo, how long has it been.

-Erisssssss! - he comes running towards me and hugs me and I disappear in that white fur.

-Bepo, be careful, you're going to suffocate her. - says Law, getting irritated.

-ahah, don't worry, because you're so cute it's always worth it. - he lets me go and gives us a little privacy.

-Thank you for your company, it's always good to see you again. - says Law with an expression that emanated such a deep calm in me.

-I just wish we had more time, there's still so much I want to talk to you about. But I believe we will meet again.

-Do you know that you can always call or write to me?! Don't become a strange Eriss-ya.

I smile and he smiles back. I see him walking away and looking back a few times until he disappears from my sight.

I stay there on the beach for a while longer, lost in my thoughts. A lot had changed and I was happy, but there was still a part of me that I couldn't express. I arrive at Victoria Punk, I go to pack the bags that Kid and Killer had left in my room and I lose track of time, it is already past dinner time, but no one has come to call me either.

-Why didn't anyone call me? - I say as soon as I enter the kitchen with them having dinner.

Nobody says anything, Killer discreetly points to Kid who is still in his world.

-Okay, silence game. - I was too tired to try to understand what was happening.

I take the plate that Killer gives me and go to sit next to Kid and at that moment he gets up.

-I have things to do, don't bother me. - he says looking down on me and slamming the door on his way out.

-What animal bit him?

-Who knows! - Killer says, changing the conversation.

Kid POV

Eriss should already be here. I knew I should have stayed with her. Better go look for her.

About to reach the passage that led to the city, I felt her presence, but she wasn't alone. As soon as I see Trafalgar, anger starts to take over me. They were talking, both with smiles, distracted, and didn't even notice my presence. I followed them for a while, but something stopped me from continuing, I was feeling too angry. All he wanted at that moment was to run to Eriss and take her away from that Dalmatian.

I came back in a state of anger and jealousy, as much as it was difficult to admit. Seeing Eriss with him brought up the idea of her going back to bed with him, of choosing someone other than me again, of not being what she needs. We're doing so well, why does that thing always have to show up?!

-Kid, dinner is already here. - Killer enters the room without slamming the door.

-KILLLERRRRR, LEARN TO KNOCK ON DOORS! - I order him with a chair but he avoids it and immediately closes the door.

Another who only knows how to be inconvenient and never learns. I'll just get a bottle of sake and drown my sorrows before confronting Eriss.

After listening to a lecture and fighting with Killer for not giving me a bottle, I end up having dinner. Eriss still didn't show up, but I knew she was already in her room and probably got distracted by the hours. I could have gone to her, but I wasn't the one talking to others, she was the one who had to come to me. She walks into the kitchen as if she hadn't done anything, which makes me even more frustrated. I avoid looking at her, even though it's hard to resist those curves and the long, loose hair that falls across her breasts. When she comes to sit next to me, I take the bottle and leave to hide in the room. Why was she acting like this? I trust her, but not him. Seeing them together brought back memories of when I discovered that I confirmed that she had some kind of relationship with him by the hickeys on her body or when she was kissed by another woman and once again the other knew. It hurts her and she just wanted it to stop.

-Kid, can I come in?

-No, I'm busy!

Eriss ignores it and opens the door.

-Listen, what's wrong with you? You completely ignored me during dinner and now you act with contempt!

-I saw you all smile with Trafalgar.

She closes the door behind her and sits on the desk next to me and I move a little further away with the chair.

-Jealous redhead?

-Have you already exchanged me for him?

-Kid, Law, and I will always be friends. We met by chance, that's all. You don't need to be jealous. - he tries to give me grab me but I hit him on the arm.

-But I do, you're just mine. I don't want you to be with him.

-Now you're already stepping on the Eutass Kid line! If it hadn't been for Law teaching me medicine right now you could be dead. And I still have the freedom to do what I want, I'm yours but you don't rule me!

Maybe I crossed the line a little, I shouldn't have said that without thinking first. She takes a deep breath and drinks from the sake bottle she had placed on the desk.

-Ugh, you don't need to be insecure. I know I gave you reasons for this in the past, but I'm here and with you.

-Sorry, being in a relationship is still new for me.-It's not just for you! But you don't see me acting constantly jealous. Do you still remember the proposal from that night? What will it be like if we don't learn to trust each other?

We remained silent for a few moments. She was right and I wasn't able to look at her, now that she had her I thought things would be simple, but everything that involves this woman has a lot of loose strings attached.

-It's my night on watch, I better go. - she takes the bottle and I grab his arm.

-You stay, you need to think about what and how you want to be in a relationship with me.

She lets go of my arm, gives me a soft kiss on the lips, and leaves.

#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #kid x reader #eutasskid #fanfiction #trafalgar law #law x reader #whipintheheart-chapter13

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oneinathousand · 1 year

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I love seeing people interpret Dr. Livesey as being a father figure for Jim in the 1988 version, it’s very wholesome, and I was pleased to see that it’s a similar dynamic in the book, though there’s two extra things in the original that I wish had been brought into the cartoon. I understand why they didn’t include these, because they wouldn’t have really gelled well with the more comedic tone they were going for, but still, I think they could have found a way to incorporate them:

The first regards Jim’s father. He’s unmentioned in the animation, but in the book, he dies of an illness around the same time as Billy Bones, and Dr. Livesey had been treating him, making frequent visits to the inn. That’s why Livesey showed up so soon after Billy’s stroke in the book (injury in the cartoon), because he was going to check up on the father, whereas since Jim’s father wasn’t included in the ‘’88 version, Livesey just… materializes when Jim calls for a doctor. Book-Livesey and Jim had a preexisting dynamic, and it explains why Jim is the closest to the doctor out of the other adults.

The second, about an extra scene between Livesey and Jim, requires some context. Book-Smollett got injured during the stockade attack and so he’s out of the picture for the rest of the plot, and Book-Trelawney (and another guy who was left out of the cartoon) were watching over Smollett, meaning that when Jim left the fort to steal the boat, everyone thought he abandoned them out of cowardice. After Jim got caught by Silver and his crew, Silver cruelly told Jim that Livesey and the rest of the survivors now hated him for his actions and would abandon him, which Jim believed and felt ashamed of himself. The book doesn’t confirm if Silver was actually lying or not, but he probably either did or exaggerated the truth, since when Livesey showed back up at the fort to treat the pirates (cause he’s such a chad doctor who will help anyone), he wasn’t mad at Jim, just disappointed.

Here is the scene where Livesey and Jim reunite, with them reconciling once Jim explains what he did after leaving the fort, Livesey attempting to convince Jim to run away from the pirates while they have an opening, and Jim refusing so he can keep his promise to help Silver, and just imagine the animated versions saying this!

I will own that here I began to weep. “Doctor,” I said, “you might spare me. I have blamed myself enough already. My life’s forfeit anyway, and I should have been dead by now, if Silver hadn’t stood for me; and doctor, I believe this, I can die - and I daresay I deserve it - but what I fear is torture. If they come to torture me -”

“Jim,” the doctor interrupted, and his voice was quite changed, “Jim, I can’t have this. Whip over, and we’ll run for it.”

“Doctor,” said I, “I passed my word.”

“I know, I know,” he cried. “We can’t help that, Jim, now, I’ll take it on my shoulders, holus bolus, blame and shame, my boy, but stay here, I cannot let you. Jump! One jump, and you’re out, and we’ll run for it like antelopes.”

“No,” I replied, “you know right well you wouldn’t do the thing yourself; neither you, nor squire, nor captain; and no more will I. Silver trusted me; I passed my word, and back I go.”

(BTW, for anyone wondering about John Silver, if you’ve only otherwise seen adaptations where Silver is the father figure to Jim like Disney’s Treasure Planet, that dynamic was made up for those versions. In the book, Jim gets along with Silver until his betrayal, and grows to respect him in a way, but doesn’t see him as a replacement for his dead father, and Silver for his part likes Jim not because he sees him as a son, but because he reminds him of himself when he was younger.)

#treasure island #treasure island 1988 #Остров Сокровищ #dr livesey #jim hawkins #robert louis stevenson

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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All right, we've reached the Blushing Mermaid! Our primary goal here is to find Ethel and give her the old heave-ho, but it's an enormous tavern so presumably there's lots of shenanigans to be had here.

It actually looks like a fun place.

I would go drink here.

Initial exploratory highlights:

A lady on the boat area shown above is talking about Vanra's kidnapping and discussing how it was no doubt the local "squatters" - meaning the refugees.

Another overturned cabbage cart.

A woman clearly crushing on her shipmate and trying to convince him not to go on a date tonight, worried that he'll miss them shipping out tomorrow. Hector, romantic that he is becoming, pointed out that the man should listen to his friend who "clearly loves and worries about [him]." The man decided to skip the date and get a drink with his friend instead. Romance! \o/

An excellent banter between Minsc and Jaheira:

The rules as described by the bartender: "No pissin' or shittin'. If ya break it, ya pay for it. Any fightin' and Captain Grisly will shank ya. Got it?"

A patron who is apparently trying to get the aforementioned Captain Grisly's attention. "She likes a bitta 'pearl diving', a spot of 'keel-hauling', the ol' 'argy bargy' if ya get me." Hector doesn't get him, actually.

A LOT of terrible off-key singing by everyone in the area.

The captain herself is stalking around in what appears to be a private parlor area off to one side:

"Can't a captain be bloody hungover in peace?" she grumbles, hearing them approach -- and then does a double-take as she looks Hector up and down.

The irritation fades at once and she gives him a slow, sly smile. "Oh. Why, hello there..." she drawls. "Captain Grisly at your service. What can I do for a long drink of water like yourself?"

Karlach covers her mouth with one fist to muffle a sudden burst of giggling laughter. Hector blushes. This is getting ridiculous.

"I'm here about a missing girl," he says, clearing his throat and trying desperately for an air of dignity while Karlach snickers next to him. "Vanra."

The captain groans. "Oh, not this claptrap again. Listen, Lora was here, all right? Knocking back pints like there's no tomorrow. But she was *alone.* I saw head nor arse of this so-called 'kid'. And when we tried to kick her out, she pulled a *knife* on my front man. Bet she didn't tell you that bit, huh?"

Hector frowns. This is rather a different impression than he got of the frightened, desperately worried woman at the Flaming Fist barracks. "If Lora's daughter isn't here," he says cautiously, "where is she?"

Grisly shrugs. "Not a notion! But not a soul has seen this so-called Vanra of hers - myself included." She lowers her voice surreptitiously. "Look. I know Lora from my pirating days. She ran with Bart Blackdagger's crew. Heard they tossed her overboard when she gutted the bosun over a game of cards." She crosses her arms. "Now, I'd no beef with her before this. All are welcome in the 'Maid. But threatening my staff? Claiming we took her 'kid'? She's bonkers. *Dangerous*."

Her jaw sets warningly. "Next time she pulls a knife on me and mine, someone might die. Something has to be done."

Hector sighs. He has little interest in the interpersonal conflicts of the local seafaring crowd, and he's not sure he trusts this "captain" not to be lying. Though what cause would she have to lie about Lora, of all people?

"A child is missing," he says wearily. "I just want to get to the bottom of this."

"Gods!" Grisly says irritably. "Do I have to spell it out for you? There *is* no child. Lora is mad as a box of frogs! She's dangerous, and I couldn't call myself a captain if I stood by and did nothing." She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a pouch of gold that clinks heavily as she sets it on the table. "I hate that it's come to this, but I'll pay a hoard of gold to whoever scuppers her. Permanently."

Hector blinks, so startled by this offer that he forgets to be discreet. "That's insane!" he says.

Grisly smiles coldly. "No less insane than lying about having a kid! If you don't do it, I'll find someone else. You can make it painless. Not everyone will."

"Absolutely not," Hector says, backpedaling a step and looking uncomfortable. "I refuse to do your dirty work."

At once, the captain's whole attitude shifts. Her cold smile turns bitter, brutal.

"Tch. You're no fun," she says tauntingly. "I wanted you to stain your soul with the blood of an innocent mother." Her head twists, her body jerks, a flood of green magic rolling over her, transforming her in a way that is all too familiar - just as familiar as the new voice that now streams from her lips.

"Oh well. Guess I'll just decorate the room with your insides - they'll match my new carpet beautifully!"

Ethel again. Just as repulsive as before - or perhaps more so, as she is even larger than she was previously, and her stomach is distended, bulging. Hector remembers the text he read in Mayrina's hideout-- that Ethel has swallowed the missing child, and he will only have one chance to get her out.

"Hello, petal," Ethel sneers, undulating her hips in a strange, horrible mockery of a seductive dance. "Miss me?"

Hector clenches his fists at his sides. Standing in front of this creature again after so many months brings back terrible memories of how mind-shatteringly frightened he was in those first days after the nautiloid crash. He's come so far, and yet seeing Ethel staring into his eyes makes him feel that same fear bubbling up in his gut as if no time had passed between them at all.

"Steady, Hec," Karlach murmurs, low enough for only him to here. She wasn't there when he first fought Ethel - but he's told her of it more than once, and of the fear that went with it. "We've got this. And I'm with you."

Hector draws a slow breath, searches inward, controlling himself, controlling the fear. A little girl's life is at stake here, and however many more that Ethel might also threaten, and he will not let her slip away.

Ready yourself to attack.

"Ah-- not so fast, petal!" Ethel snaps, seeing his fists lifting. "You wouldn't hurt a pregnant woman, would you?" She smiles gleefully. "Little Vanra was so very tasty. I'd hate for her to go to waste."

Hector knew, intellectually, that this was what Ethel was trying to do with the girl... but hearing her speak of it so casually makes him feel ill.

Look at her stomach.

"I'm already showing!" the hag croons. "Doesn't it suit me so well? Vanra sits in my belly, growing fat with power. In time, I'll vomit her up and have myself a fresh young hag to train." She shrugs dismissively. "Unfortunately, that leaves me in a pickle. For while I'd love to rip your guts out, I shouldn't. Exertion is bad for the baby, you know."

She steps forward, her face only a few inches from Hector's, smelling of bog water and death. "So. Walk away. And let me a fine hag make," she hisses.

The urge to leap away is intense, but Hector stands his ground. "No," he says at once. "Surrender the child immediately."

"Or what?" she sneers. "You'll kill me? Touch me and the girl dies. And I'll simply return-- stronger than ever." She rolls her eyes, drawing back and placing a hand on her distended stomach. "Bah. A woman in my condition should be relaxing in the bath, not dealing with this nonsense."

Her eyes flick past him to the room beyond. "I'll leave you to my crew, 'matey.' And should you somehow survive? Stay away-- or Vanra will suffer."

Hector's fist clenches around the potion in his pack, but before he can throw it, she's gone, vanished into emptiness. And suddenly half the patrons in the tavern have shed their skin and shown themselves for what they really are -- redcaps, with blades out.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #HAG SHENANIGANS!

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tllgrrl · 2 years

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Talk Like a Pirate Day, 2022

Part 4 — The Final Chapter

The Paul and Darlene’s Ship Logs - Sarah Wilson, Captain

~ ~ ~ Late Autumn 1722 ~ ~ ~

Sam waited until this very morning to tell me he wasn’t going to be sailing directly to New Orleans, that he couldn’t take Barnes with him as he was retired. And also, it was a secret mission that he couldn’t give me details about.

I asked him if he didn’t realize he was placing a citizen and former officer of the Royal Navy into the hands of pirates.

He laughed.

(Big brothers are The WORST.)

I’m not going to lie, I was happy when Sam asked me if James could hitch a ride to New Orleans on the P&D. And I’m not going to lie, we’ve started to develop a fondness for each other.

He says he’s willing to do any service ‘board ship to earn his bunk, meals and passage. And the way he looked at me when he offered his services. Like he wouldn’t take “no, thank you” for an answer, and that my trust meant everything to him.

Turns out he’s as strong as two men and eager to work, as though Work is a balm for him.

He’s also quick-witted, with a wicked sense of humor.

One day, I heard some of the crew laughing, and Barnes’ voice “It’s true, I swear! I was tangled up in the kraken’s tentacles, readying my cutlass to strike the son of a biscuit eater down when—“

He looked up, saw me standing there watching, and he nodded, saying “Begging the Captain’s pardon…”

I bid him continue and kept walking, not laughing until I was sure to be out of earshot. He was giving yet another answer to yet another inquiry about how he lost his arm.

A different answer than one I’d heard the day before. Something about a parrot and a clam…and a few tankards of rum.

~ ~ ~8 Days Later~ ~ ~

Fortunately, when we careened, we cleaned and also did any needed patching and repairs on the ship, so prepping for this oncoming storm went quickly and without a hitch.

The bo’sun and his crew finished furling and securing the sails not needed for movement, then they went below decks leaving helmsman Jacky to keep first wheel watch.

I was in my bunk when it started to rain in earnest.

I usually have no problem sleeping through a storm, but a particularly loud crack of thunder and an even louder boom shook me fully awake.

Already dressed in case I had to go up top, I pulled on my boots and ran up the steps getting to the deck in time to see Jacky get washed over the side of the ship.

Yelling “man overboard!” I rang the bell and headed straight for the helm, but the thunder and lashing winds drowned out my voice and nobody heard me.

I yelled again and again, to no avail, only to have a large wave wash up onto the upper deck and threaten to send me over the rail to join Jacky in the middle of the drink.

Grabbing a nearby length of rope, I tried to tie it around my waist because there was no way I was going to be swept off of this boat, and I held onto the wheel, hoping someone would soon make their way to the deck to check the helmsman.

Then I heard somebody shouting my name.

I saw James prowling the deck in the wind and rain, his eyes wide, color mirroring the dark grey sky.

For a minute, he looked relived to see me. Then he was furious.

The moment he reached the helm he had the gall to start shouting at me about being up top in a storm, alone at the wheel.

As if I did it on purpose!

Then he started arguing with me about who should take what part of the wheel, and at the same time I could see—and feel—his eyes all over my body.

We were both soaked to the skin but, Mother of All Waters, this was not the time for that.

(Besides, he had no secrets from me. Him in his underclothes, and holding a sword, haunted my dreams and caused me to have many a sleepless night. Many.)

I told him what he was NOT gonna do was tell me how to Captain my own gahtdamn ship.

We were both grappling with the wheel and I don’t know how he ended up behind me, with both of my hands, and his one, steering to keep ship steady at an angle.

It was just the two of us and the wheel, like we’d been wrestling with the wind together for so long that it was like dancing. Sometimes I’d take the lead, and he’d let me. Then I’d fall back and follow.

The winds eventually calmed, leaving nothing but a steady downpour and the two of us, laughing with exhaustion and relief.

I felt his body against mine and his breath on my ear.

“Lucky for you I couldn’t sleep.”

I told him he was lucky I got to the wheel first because by himself he—

“—would have been short-handed,” he said, chuckling.

I completely turned around and before I could remind him of the circumstances of our first meeting, he said, “Captain. Miss Sarah. Permission to…”

“Granted. What took you so long to—“

And he kissed me.

He kissed me like he’d been waiting for me his whole life.

I can hear Sam now: “First Idris, now Barnes???”

But James is retired, so…

~~~~~S. Wilson, Late Autumn 1722

Yes, this one completely got away from me, but…Pirates! What’re ya gonna do?!

Thanks for reading our SarahBucky Pirate AU, inspired by Talk Like A Pirate Day, and fueled by Sarah Wilson and Bucky Barnes, the OTP.

@btwxsixesandsevens, thank you for inviting me to play.

Sarah’s Ship Logs: Entry 1 / Entry 2 / Entry 3

Bucky’s Journal is over at @btwxsixesandsevens :

Bucky’s Journal : Entry 1 / Entry 2 / Entry 3 / Entry 4

#sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarahbucky pirate au #pirate au #sarahbucky #buckysarah #sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #by nefertiri jones aka tllgrrl #sarahcentric #first attempt at speed writing #talk like a pirate day #fleur de louve

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monocaelia · 3 years

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the kisses they give

sometimes a kiss is all you need to know that they love you.

feat. childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, and xiao

genre : headcanons. fluff. slight angst for xiao.

note : a pick-me-up cause these past few weeks have not been nice to me TT i hope everyone's weeks have been good though! lots of love <3

❀ childe

to childe, giving affection is like breathing. he loves showering those he holds close to his heart with love or gifts or whatever he deems necessary to show that they mean the world to him. and kissing is no exception.

considering cheek kissing is a common greeting in sneznhaya (russia) and he grew up in a family where he was heavily doted on and spoiled by his elder siblings and parents, childe has absolutely no problem kissing the people he loves as a greeting or as his form of affection.

which is why cheek kissing or showering your face in kisses is the harbinger's go-to when it comes to loving you.

childe's kisses are filled with love and pure affection reserved for you, as if you needed him or anyone to tell you that directly. you would be able to tell from the way his slightly chapped lips peck the skin all around your face and from the way his eyes of ocean blue nearly twinkle when they focus on you.

due to his duties of working with the fatui and being stationed anywhere in teyvat, childe hardly gets any time to spend with you. so he treasures the moments shared with you during his time off.

the door to your home would slam open with a loud thunk and his hurried footsteps would get closer and closer to you before you're swept into his arms, your laughter intermingling with his as the ginger spins you around the room. it's not long before the spinning stops and your vision is obscured by orange tufts as the cheeky sneznhayan plants kisses all over your face.

no amount of protests will stop him until he's gotten his fair share of loving from you. and even if you do manage to wiggle your way out of his arms, childe would see that as a competition to see who was quicker; you getting away or the harbinger and his hungry lips. [spoiler alert: it's him and his hungry lips, to no one's surprise]

mornings on his days off aren't any better. usually they start off quiet with the golden morning rays seeping through the curtains of your shared room and the faint chirps of the morning doves outside.

but it always ends up in a fit of giggles and smooches when the sneznhayan is in need of your attention once more and decides to kiss you awake. despite your light protests for the man trapping you in his arms so he can kiss you again and again, it's not like you ever want him to stop kissing you.

each kiss that finds its way onto your face [and occasionally your lips] is proof that childe, your sweet ajax, is absolutely enamored with you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

❀ diluc

despite how diluc is around his brother, the young master of dawn winery is not one to shield his heart from those close to him. diluc is just not as affectionate as others are in a relationship, so don't expect him to shower you in kisses when he gets home or scream at the top of his lungs how much he loves you, though it would be a funny sight to see.

instead, he shows his love through his actions. shielding you from the rain with his coat, bringing you closer to him when you both have something to do in dragonspine so you won't get cold, ensuring that you get enough sleep while he stays up to keep watch of the team. it's subtle, but enough to tell you he cares.

kisses on your knuckles are what diluc would give you due to the polite and gentle nature of the kisses.

diluc would kiss your knuckles as a polite greeting, as he was raised to have respectful manners. when he first did it to you, you were quite flustered at seeing the vigilante bow before you and gently plant his lips on the curves of your knuckles.

however, now he gives them to you in more intimate situations. like after you've cleaned him up after a rather rough evening patrolling the grounds of mondstadt. diluc had come home to you in a disheveled state; ponytail messed up, dirt coating his clothing and face, porcelain skin covered in scrapes and bruises. luckily, nothing horrible on the surface.

you're shocked at the state he's in and quickly clean him up. you don't say a word to him however, in fear that he already had gone through enough and you scolding him would just add more to the weight on his shoulders. your fingers brush against diluc's skin and he leans towards your touch, the gentle and caring nature tending to his heart.

he kisses your knuckles, lips warm and soft, as a thank you for taking care of him and as a silent way of showing you how much you mean to him. you're the only one he trusts to see him this injured and the only one he's comfortable enough to let his walls come crumbling down.

diluc kisses your knuckles as a gentle reminder that he is devoted to you and only you. he finds you one night standing alone on his balcony, eyes glued to the vast orchards of grapes that surrounded the winery. it's hard to hide what you're thinking of from the attentive eyes of the vigilante beside you.

when you tell him your concerns that he should marry someone with more influence than you, diluc's brows furrow and his frown deepens. you are the one he loves, and he could care less about the winery or his business. he hesitates when you shy away from his touch, but you quickly find his hand again to hold.

the thick wall that shields diluc's heart crumbles when he's around you, and nothing proves his loyalty and true feelings more than his gentle kisses along your knuckles.

❀ kaeya

a playful and cheeky person, kaeya is someone who makes you want more and more of him. from his mischievous smile to the way your name melts off of his tongue. you can't help but miss his presence when he leaves for a mission and misses a night at the bar with you.

it's hard to miss the smirk that grows on kaeya's face when he catches word of you ever missing him. and it's even more difficult to avoid him as the calvary captain needs to tease you about it and shows up at your work or at your door to bring up the news to you, much to your dismay.

kaeya gives you brief, yet enticing kisses at the corner of your mouth to not only tease you with the idea of wanting more from him, but also because he absolutely loves to fluster you.

the calvary captain kisses you goodbye one night while dropping you off at home after a night drinking at angel's share. you weren't expecting it at all, but maybe you should have once you saw the playful glint in your companion's eye and the cheeky grin growing wider each second you stepped closer and closer to your door.

it's a quick kiss, short yet long enough to feel how soft kaeya's lips were against your skin and how good he smelled from the brief proximity. dazed, you can only stare at the captain with your jaw slack as he chuckled and closed your mouth for you so you wouldn't "catch flies."

kaeya's kisses are even more dangerous when he has an excuse to kiss you. while catching lunch at angel's share one afternoon, his eye catches a piece of your sandwich at the corner of your mouth while you're telling him a wild story about how the traveller killed all of timmie's pigeons one day as a bet.

you don't even have time to react as kaeya's cold hand grabs a hold of your chin and presses his lips against the corner of your mouth, successfully grabbing the grain from your face. the familiar scent of his fruity cologne fills your senses and it takes everything in you to not pull the calvary captain in.

there's a knowing smile on his face when he pulls away and sees your expression. his tongue pokes out from his lips as he licks it clean, smile growing when your eyes flit down to watch his movements.

it's hard to judge kaeya's true intentions when his kisses are so brief and you barely miss them, but everyone around the two of you can see the way the captain's gaze always lingers on you when you're storming away from his teasing lips.

❀ kazuha

polite and yet, always the romantic, kazuha isn't a stranger to showing or receiving affection. although he's reserved and grew up surrounded by nobility, affection is nothing the inazuman traveller strays far from.

fleeting and soft touches are what kazuha is fond of, his fingers always brushing against yours when you walk beside him or linking your pinkies together when you sleep after you've had a nightmare.

inner wrist kisses are ideal for someone like kazuha to give; intimate yet delicate, private enough where only you can see and feel the love he gives you through the simple kiss.

kazuha kisses you on the wrist in the intimate moments shared with one another on the crux. it's always when the two of you are alone and admiring the night sky and the sound of the waves gently brushing up against the side of the boat. the rest of the crew is either sleeping or drinking with the captain on the other side of the boat.

you brush his bangs aside, fingers lingering on the side of his face as you admire the beauty that the inazuman traveller holds.

he always catches you off guard by complimenting you in the most poetic ways. "the stars pale in comparison to you, my love." or "every time i look at you, my heart flutters as if carried by the sea breeze. you alone make the stars dance as if they are rejoicing that you were born into this world, the most beautiful and the pride of the universe."

his laughter floats in the air, as if twinkling like wind chimes dancing in the wind, seeing your flustered reaction to his words and he presses a quick kiss to the inner wrist of the hand that remained by his face. truly, you are the most mesmerizing being to ever grace teyvat.

kazuha's kisses are gentle against the skin of your wrist when he wakes to sound of your gentle humming. he had fallen asleep while resting with you underneath the shade of a thundersakura tree, though it's hard to blame him when your fingers are delicately brushing through his white strands of hair.

his heart swells seeing you so at ease beside him, with your ethereal smile and the way the sun seeping through the branches of the tree illuminated you like the god you were. celestia above must be so jealous of your divinity, but they could never have you so long as he was here to love you.

kazuha wishes there were more words to describe how much he loves you, but no words could ever describe how enamored he feels when you simply gaze his way. so kazuha kisses one of your wrists in hopes of showing you the devotion he has for you.

❀ xiao

xiao isn't one for affection. he doesn't seem the appeal to it: how mortals like the enjoy the feeling of another's hand in theirs or how they find peace with the feeling of another pair of lips on their own confused the poor adeptus.

not like he found any need for it anyways. being affectionate to the one you love was a mortal tradition and what did xiao know about being a mortal. more so, did he even deserve to be loved the way mortals loved one another?

xiao finds it terrifying to love you, a mortal that could easily succumb to the aftermath of his karmic debt. this debt was his own burden to carry and you don't deserve to love a corrupted being like him, someone who only brings despair and destruction to anyone who crosses his path, innocent or not.

forehead kisses are the only kisses xiao allows himself to give you.

they're intimate enough to communicate his feelings for you without saying a word, yet simple enough so that he doesn't overwhelm himself with your presence.

they're to bid you farewell before he leaves for one of his missions as the sole adeptus of liyue. xiao does not know how long he'll be gone, or even if he'd return to your warm embrace. and so, his featherlight kisses are pressed to your forehead before he disappears without a trace, leaving you to worry about his safety on the deck of the wangshu inn.

xiao gives you forehead kisses as an apology for being the one you love. anyone else could have given you a better love than he ever could, could even promise you a future together and grow old with you.

you deserve someone who could openly love you and show you off to those around them, someone who didn't have a high chance of never coming home. all the adeptus has done for you was give you the crystalflies whose light reminded him so much of the stars that inhabited your eyes and the slightly crinkled qingxin flower he picked up on the way back to you.

xiao wonders why you're so happy when he brings you those small gifts when someone else could be giving you gifts of a grander scale.

and yet he's also thankful for you for finding love in someone like him, for showing him the gentleness and compassion the adeptus seldom received in his lifetime. the pain surrounding his heart ebbs away every time you smile at him, like the warm spring sun melting away the frigid winter ice.

one day, xiao would be brave enough to kiss you the way you kiss him, to indulge in all of the different ways he could properly show you just how much you meant to him. but for now, his lips against your forehead is enough.

#genshin #genshin impact #childe x reader #childe headcanons #kaeya x reader #kaeya headcanons #diluc x reader #diluc headcanons #xiao x reader #xiao headcanons #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #didi writes #kazuha x reader #kazuha headcanons

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petrified-like-an-orange · 2 years

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Lavender Shampoo

The contents of Stede Bonnet's closet seemed endless. There was a costume for each occasion. Ed let his calloused hand feel each and every fabric he saw, barely listening as Stede droned on and on about the expectations for the party.

"...and, of course, we'll need to get you washed up. No offense, but they would be able to pick you out by your stench alone right now," Stede said. At that, Ed gave him a sharp look, though he had to admit he admired Stede's lack of a filter.

"We're pretty far out from any place to anchor, where am I supposed to bathe?" He didn't particularly enjoy the idea of trying to bathe in the sea and then struggle to catch up with the unanchored boat.

Stede looked at him, confused. "Why should that matter? I have a tub that's perfectly functional without the ship being anchored. How odd that yours requires anchorage."

This man has the craziest shit on this ship. I love it here, Ed thought. Truly, did this man's material collection know no bounds?

Once filled with warm water, Ed relaxed into the tub. Stede was busy searching in his auxiliary closet for appropriate outfits for the both of them, so Ed allowed himself to sink into the water until only his face peeked out. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He couldn't remember the last time he had a proper warm bath.

The window beside the tub let in a pleasant stream of warm sunlight that hugged his body, Stede had added some kind of scented oil to water that invaded his nose, the water soothed his overworked muscles and attempted to lull him to sleep. Together, these forces worked to overwhelm Ed's senses in the best way possible.

Somewhere in the room, Stede was speaking. With his ears under the water, he couldn't make out a single word, but the sound of voice alone caused some kind of tender warmth to bloom in Ed's chest. Eventually, though, he pulled his head out of the water enough to ask Stede to repeat himself. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the eccentric man still rooting around in his closet. He could help but jump in his skin when Stede was crouching right next to him, making eye contact.

"I was just asking if you prefered Lavender or Citrus," Stede said, holding up two small bottles.

"Oh, err– Lavender, I guess? What's–"

Stede poured a quarter sized amount into his palm and then began to lather it into Ed's hair. He had to clamp his mouth shut to avoid any uncouth noises, and beneath the surface of the water, his hand was gripping his knee with the strength of a desperate man.

"So much sand…I have to say, I'm surprised you don't have just one huge mat instead of hair." Stede was far too meticulous with the shampooing process.

"I do take care of it," Ed muttered. "But what kind of pirate captain has time for lavender shampoo and braid trains?"

"Oh, a braid train! That is such a wonderful idea, Eddie!"

Eddie.

He hadn't felt this way in years. Maybe never, maybe this was an entirely new experience. Auxiliary closet, copper bathtub on a pirate ship, lavender shampoo, a fucking pet name. There was some sort of nostalgia to it, a sense of belonging that he knew he shouldn't have felt because never in his life was he fortunate enough for these sorts of luxuries.

And still, the name echoed endlessly in his head. Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He liked it. Alot. Too much, maybe. The Dread Pirate Blackbeard should never find solace in such a sappy thing. And yet…

Instructions from Stede broke his moment of contemplation: "Close your eyes, I don't want to get soap in them. Stings like a bugger."

Ed listened, pushing aside any feelings of anxiety he harbored. He trusted Stede not to pull a knife in this moment of vulnerability, despite having absolutely 0 reason to. By all means, Stede could be putting on the most elaborate Fuckery this whole time by pretending to be an absolutely incompetent pirate, but Ed could hardly care at this point. Perhaps he is just so desperate to have some kind of change in his life, but the time he has spent on The Revenge has been the most fun he's had in a long, long time. It's nice. Refreshing.

Warm water ran over his head, shoulder, and face. He had forgotten how relaxingly smooth freshwater is in comparison to salt water.

Stede rinsed his hair maybe five times before he was satisfied. Between rinses, Stede gently raked his fingers through the beard, scoping out the remaining suds. In those few moments, Ed would close his eyes and bask in the comfort he should not have felt. Stede's soft, caring touch was enough to overwhelm him each and every time, and yet as soon as it was gone, he longed for more. But that was normal, and to be expected, for he was waiting for this odd, odd man to do his job. Nothing else, just a task that needed to be done, no intimacy attached. He simply had to look put together if he were to properly infiltrate this rich-people party. It only made sense. There was no other reason for him to crave the special attention Stede paid to his forlorn and brittle locks. No, no other reason at all.

He then asked that Ed turn his head so that he could wash his beard. Ed complied, though he avoided eye contact at all cost. Mainly, his gaze fixated on the intricate labels on the bottles lining the window sill. The countless scents comforted him as he tried to determine which he might like best next time. Perhaps the coconut. Maybe the rose. The vanilla bean was tempting. And yet, out of all of them, he still resonated most with lavender. After all, that's what Stede always smelled of, and was he not learning to be an aristocrat in the same mold as Stede? It only made sense. There was no other reason that he desired to be surrounded by that scent, to bring it with him wherever he went. No, no other reason at all.

After his beard was rinsed to Stede's satisfaction, Ed was given a sponge and some privacy. He ignored the lingering feeling of disappointment as he scrubbed his arms, legs, feet, back, and shoulders. Surely it would have been more efficient for Stede to wash his broad back for him. It only made sense. There was no other reason for his longing for Stede's gentle hands to take care of him in such a humbling way. No, no other reason at all.

With the tub finally drained and Ed's newly cleaned body wrapped in a soft but far-too-small robe, he sat shivering on the sofa as his wet hair dripped onto any skin left exposed. When Stede knocked on the door requesting entrance, Ed accepted him back into the room too quickly. Stede carried a small towel into the room and handed it to Ed.

"I've already dried myself off with this robe, but thank you," he assured him, declining the offer.

"But what about your hair? You must be freezing now. Here, let me…" Carefully, Stede cupped the dripping curls inside the towel and scrunched the water from them. He then set the towel on top of Ed's head and patted it dry.

This moment of closeness, such a small detail in the grand scheme of things, burned in Ed's heart. No number of ransacked ships or drunken bar fights or unrestrained barbarity could ever fulfill his life in the way that a posh "pirate" spending 3 quiet minutes drying his hair did. He felt young again, stupid and bashful and willing to do anything to stay in this split second of bliss, to keep smelling like lavender, to keep letting a near-stranger dry his hair, to keep pining for Stede's gentle touch.

He thought of stating this outloud, then bit his tongue and thanked Stede tersely. Perhaps it was time to work on his impulsivity. He was Ed, after all. Not Blackbeard.

The crinkle of Stede's eyes as he smiled was not unlike the sunshine that threw Icarus out to sea.

"Of course, Eddie. Now, I've informed the crew about the braid train and they are all very excitedly waiting for you to join them," he said. His hand, a beacon of love and stability, extended for Ed to take. That he did, and in the few moments in which he was led toward crew, Ed decided that he wanted nothing more than to hold the hand of Stede Bonnet for an eternity and more.

#blackbonnet #edward teach #stede bonnet #stedeward #our flag means death #blackbeard ofmd #stede ofmd #stede x ed #stede x blackbeard #bathtubs ofmd #yummy lavender soap #the lighthouse and the kraken #krakhouse #ofmd fic #our flag means gay #our flag means death fic #ofmd fanfic #ofmd fanfiction

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (April 12/2021) - 72 Hours

Quackity takes a trip down memory lane, recounting the events that led up to his visit to the prison.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Tommy

HBomb94

Foolish

Quackity

Badboyhalo

Karl Jacobs

Ranboo

Eret

Captain Puffy

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- Ponk’s room in Niki’s city is decorated with posters of anime, his favorite people, pictures of Ponk and Sam next to each other, and his Enderman named Speed Wagon

- He wants to get a poster from both Foolish and HBomb

- Ponk waits at the Community House and Foolish boats in.

- Foolish notices Ponk’s stump, not knowing what it is at first. Ponk tells him that “Sam happened,” and Foolish replies that Ponk needs to get Sam out of his head. Ponk then tells him that he’s been taken into a communist cult, and that he’s missing an arm, and it oozes red stuff. Foolish freaks out.

- Ponk remarks that Foolish has a good sense of style, and he would like to commission something. He leads Foolish to the city. Foolish asks about his arm again, and Ponk says he’ll tell Foolish about it in time.

- Foolish says at least Ponk seems to be in good spirits. Ponk says that it’s because of the medication that Niki gave him. The salmon in his roof produces a drug that makes him happy.

- They mess around with the posters in Ponk’s room some. Ponk mentions that Sam took his arm, and Foolish is shocked. Ponk’s said too much. He wishes Foolish luck and says he’ll pay him well later before leaving Foolish to the room.

- Foolish says he knew Ponk and Sam were on rocky terms, but it’s a bit much of Sam to take Ponk’s arm...

- He puts a picture of himself in the shark outfit on Ponk’s wall and leaves to continue working.

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LAS NEVADAS: EPISODE TWO

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Two shadowy hooded figures ride on horseback across the wilderness.

There’s a third who rides a skeleton horse.

They approach Eret’s castle from the direction of Antfrost’s animal sanctuary. As they ride down the Prime Path, sirens can be heard in the background.

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There is a montage of Quackity going to the prison each day, rain or shine. The waivers are shown, and Quackity’s name is signed.

On screen, the day numbers are shown as Dream runs around the cell, punching the air.

It starts from 2. At day 16, Dream is in the respawn pool as Quackity approaches. The numbers go up to 29.

72 Hours before The Visit

- Quackity rows to a remote island, where he meets Awesamdude. Sam is confused at how Quackity knew about this place.

- Sam has been busy farming in a small patch of land to get away from things. He started not long ago.

- There’s a gravestone with a disc and a jukebox dedicated to Tommy.

- Quackity tells Sam that Tommy’s death wasn’t his fault. Sam disagrees, saying it was his responsibility.

- Sam shows Quackity his beach full of turtles and his horse

- Quackity tells Sam that he’s a very caring person. Sam shows Quackity his house.

- Quackity then tells Sam that he’s not the only one who thinks Tommy’s death wasn’t his fault, but Dream’s. To accept that is the only way to move on.

Sam: “I could’ve done something, Quackity. I could’ve...I don’t know. I could’ve done something.”

Quackity: “No, you know what you could’ve done? You could’ve gone back into that jail cell and put a sword right through his neck. That’s what you could’ve done, Sam. That’s what you could’ve done to Dream. Because guess what, Sam? this isn’t the first time he does it, and this isn’t the last time either. Sam, look at me...the only way he’s gonna stop this is if you get rid of him, Sam. That is the only way.”

- Quackity says they should do it right now. They go back into the house and Sam activates a secret door with a potato, leading down into a basement full of weapons and armor. They head out in boats as Quackity encourages Sam to do it.

Quackity: “Feel that fury in your fucking heart, Sam, and know that’s all because of Dream. Let’s go. Let’s go, Sam. It’s all because of Dream.”

Sam: “You’re right! I couldn’t do anything! Dream would’ve killed him anyways if I had gone in there, there’s nothing I could’ve done!”

Sam: “I can just kill him! I can just murder him! He can’t get away, he’s stuck in there, he has nothing! He’s so weak! This is the perfect chance! I can just murder -- no one would even need to know that he died! I can just say he was still locked up there, I could -- yes -- you’re right, and if I kill him no one will die! I don’t want any visitors already!”

Quackity: “Exactly! No visitors! No visitors, Sam! No visitors, no one’s allowed to see Dream ever again, it’s a secret between you and me, Sam...we’re not gonna tell anyone. As far as we’re aware, Dream is in that prison, and no one’s allowed to visit him ever again because he committed that crime against Tommy. Guess what? no one’s even gonna wanna see him, Sam, nobody! Because he killed Tommy, and everyone’s scared of him. But guess what? You and me, we’re not gonna be scared, Sam, because we know Dream is going to be fucking gone.”

Sam: “‘Cause he’s stuck in that cell anyway! There’s nothing he can do! We could kill him, and when he’s a ghost, I could go in and kill him again! And kill him again! And kill him again! And kill him again! And I can kill him a thousand times for the one death he gave Tommy!”

“Do you wanna come with me? You wanna help me do it? You can hold him down, and I'll chop his head off! We can kill him just like that, and there’s nothing he can do! Yes! He can just cry, and scream, and he’ll die -- I wonder if he’ll laugh now!”

- They reach the prison entrance and enter the portal. Quackity tells Sam that this is all for Tommy, and it’ll make him feel better.

- Before they can go through the defenses, though, Sam hesitates and starts having doubts.

Sam: “Quackity, we can’t kill him! That’s the whole reason we put him in here to begin with! Tommy trusted me to keep Dream in here! And now Tommy’s -- Tommy’s dead, I can’t do this to Tommy! Tommy trusted me, and he might’ve died, but that doesn’t mean we can let this happen! No, no! Tommy would want us to keep him locked up! The whole reason we locked him up was -- if someone else dies, Dream’s the only one who can do anything about it!”

“I can’t ruin what I promised to Tommy more than once.”

- Quackity says this is his chance at redemption, but Sam insists they can’t kill him. Quackity stops and then says he’s sorry he got ahead of himself. Quackity goes to leave, but then hesitates and goes back to Sam one last time.

- One way or another, someone will have to do it. If not Sam, Quackity. He reminds Sam that Tommy’s death wasn’t his fault.

Quackity: “Sam, before I leave...you gotta get it together. Las Nevadas will have no place for emotions, or for any personal ideas that you may have, or feelings, Sam. If you’re gonna be my business partner, you gotta do more than this. Understand?”

“I’ll talk to you soon, Sam.”

- Quackity leaves.

48 hours before The Visit.

- Quackity is speaking with someone. He thanks someone for giving him the spot, telling them that they can’t tell anyone about it.

- Quackity is near Fundy’s house. He digs straight down into the ground, landing in an underground area made of nether brick. It’s an extensive series of hallways. Quackity has a bunch of TNT.

- He finds the Egg Room and starts putting TNT around the Egg.

- He notices Bad and Punz approach and backs into the area behind, brandishing a redstone torch. Bad warns him not to do it.

- Quackity tells Bad that he doesn’t need the Egg, he knows that there’s still a part of Bad that isn’t doing this, and that they can work together.

- Bad replies that if Quackity gets in the way of his mission, he won’t have anything.

- Rat starts barking. Quackity says he’s doing this for Bad.

Punz: “Bad, don’t let this guy manipulate you.”

- Quackity shouts that he’s going to light it up and places more.

Quackity: “We’re all gonna go. I’m doing this for your own, Bad! I’m doing this for your own good!”

Bad: “You’re doing this for yourself, Quackity! I need this! I need the Egg!”

- Quackity gets Bad to order Punz away and keeps negotiating with Bad. He tells Bad that before the Egg, Bad was one of his closest friends, and in order for them to do great things together, Bad has to let go of the Egg.

Quackity sets off the TNT. The explosions go off, and the Egg turns to obsidian.

---

On one heart, someone slowly makes their way through the burning remains of the nether brick area, holding a single redstone torch as the Egg whispers.

HOW DARE YOU TRY AND TAKE THIS ONE FROM ME.

YOU WILL SUFFER FOR THIS.

HOW DARE YOU TRY AND TAKE THIS ONE FROM ME.

They stumble down the hall and the screen goes black.

24 hours before The Visit.

Quackity rides Boner down the Pogtopia highway.

He pauses at Tommy’s summer home, looking at the prison, and rides down.

- He notices George standing at the entrance, looking towards the portal. The two have a happy reunion. Quackity asks him why he’s here -- George says he’s just chilling.

- Quackity hasn’t seen George in ages. George is surprised by the scar on Quackity’s eye.

- He shows George Boner, who he has renamed to Ossium.

- He asks what George has been up to. It’s been ages since he’s seen George, Karl or Sapnap.

- Quackity tells George that he’s taken a break from El Rapids and has been working on a new project called Las Nevadas, a country full of casinos. An entertainment haven. He wants to set up a meeting with George, Karl and Sapnap about getting them all casinos.

- George asks, what about Kinoko Kingdom? Quackity doesn’t know what that is. George tells him, and says that Karl said he told Quackity about it.

- Quackity wasn’t told anything about this. He asks how long ago. It’s been a while.

- Quackity thought they had El Rapids going. It’s been hard to get in contact with them. George says he can still join.

Quackity: “I was working on this project, and I wanted to p-- no, no no, you’re...that makes sense. That explains so many things.”

- George tells him the direction that Kinoko is in. Quackity asks if they aren’t a part of El Rapids anymore. George says he supposes they can’t be in two countries at once.

- Quackity asks George not to tell anything to anybody about Las Nevadas. It will open soon, but he wants all the details to remain between them. As far as George knows, it’s just a country with entertainment.

- He says goodbye and leaves, telling George to say hi to Karl and Sapnap for him.

---

There’s a shot of Eret’s tower.

The Socializing Club and Purpled’s Walmart.

The old remodeled Community House.

The cobblestone version of Tommy’s house with the spruce trees around his land.

Skeppy’s original blackstone house with the three-door entrance.

Ze Haus.

The Spawn trap.

The camera pans up to a view of L’manburg, with blackstone walls, and the rebuilt Camarvan made of dirt.

The Elton John House and Space Program within the walls.

King’s Court.

It’s the Election Debate, Quackity and George arguing with Wilbur and Tommy.

---

- Quackity is out on a walk with Wilbur. He wants to know more about Wilbur. He asks why Wilbur has done the things he does.

- Wilbur tells him he wants protection for his people. Quackity asks to talk to Wilbur off the books. He wants to talk to Wilbur not as politicians, but people.

Wilbur: “Um, I mean I appreciate it -- No. The election’s in twelve days.”

- Quackity insists, and Wilbur says he’ll try.

- Quackity says he appreciates the Wilbur is trying to protect his people, and he doesn’t aim to overthrow him.

Quackity: “None of this is about fighting to me. I think there’s just a big difference between you and me, and I like to see the good side on people. I like to think that there’s a side of everyone that is willing to work for wanting to see a better future for everyone, and I think that’s where you and I are very, very different.”

“See, when I got here, when I got to these lands, and I wanted to join L’manburg, I was told I couldn’t. I was told to walk away because I wasn’t allowed to join L’manburg. And to me, that was a lack of belonging. And if I have to become President and tear down some walls in order for no one to ever feel unwelcome again, then so be it. I do believe that everyone has a good side to them, and I do believe that everyone has something to contribute to the nation.”

Wilbur: “Your aspirations of optimism are not going to be subject to my nation’s security, I’m afraid. I -- I completely disagree with everything you said...”

“You say everyone has a good side, Quackity -- and you’re right. You’re right. Everyone has a good side. But that good side is only there to help themselves. If you’re really gonna help people, you’re gonna need power, Quackity. You can make a movement, you can make a resistance, right, you can go out and you can come back, and they’ll give you a ticket-tape parade. They’ll cheer for you in the streets, but you will change nothing. If you have a revolution, everyone will hate you. You will sacrifice everything, and you will lose everything you ever had, but you will come back and everything will be changed. And Quackity, if you wanna change things, you’re gonna need power. That’s what you really want, isn’t it. Look at me..”

“And power isn’t gained from diplomacy, and bureaucracy, and giant courthouses suspended in the sky, blah blah blah -- it’s gained from swords, Quackity. It’s gained from blades. It’s gained from steel. Iron. Even if everyone has this good side that you’re talking about, then anyone who wants to prove it has to show their dark side first. You’re going to have to kill. You’re going to have to torture. You’re going to have to maim. When I look at you, as a fellow outsider...you’re not ready for that.”

“I’m leaving.”

- There’s a montage:

Quackity watching as Schlatt destroys the White House the day he left to join Pogtopia.

The Mexican L’manburg Revolution, Quackity facing Dream outside Church Prime.

Dream destroying Mexican L’manburg.

Quackity facing Technoblade in the Final Control Room.

Dream and Quackity outside of Church Prime again.

“I understand that you -- that you wish to cause problems on the SMP, and that’s your number one goal. You are, by far -- you are the biggest enemy on the SMP right now.”

---

Present Day.

---

He’s at Wilbur’s resurrection shrine. There is a chest marked “For Wilbur.”

- Quackity writes in a book.

“My dearest friend, Wilbur...

You were right all along...

And I won’t make the same mistakes twice.”

- He signs the book “PROJECT NEVADAS” and puts it in the chest.

- Quackity rides off on Ossium and dons the black hood as the sirens sound.

---

- Bad sees the sign about concrete that Ranboo left at his house and assumes that it must be some sort of cryptic scavenger hunt. He and Skeppy go to try and figure it out by reading out the other signs throughout the server

- Skeppy eats part of Jonald

- Karl builds a Party Island in Kinoko Kingdom with Pokimane

- Ranboo gets a wither named Logan to mine for him

- Eret works on their fortress

- Captain Puffy does a late night stream and does some mining

---

Upcoming Events:

- The Red Banquet

- The Las Nevadas business opening

- Dream’s lore video

- Ranboo’s lore (April 23)

- Tales From the SMP: “Space Race”

- Dream SMP’s one-year anniversary

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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Pairing: Pirate Captain!Hongjoong x Reader

Word Count: 1293

Summary: After a fight with your husband, you decided to make him jealous as payback

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of violence, suggestive ending

A/N: I told myself no more acquiring new biases... especially ones that are younger than me. Then his mf decides to pop up looking like this and make me suddenly have a thing for pirates?? Kim Hongjoong is rude!

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“You might want to get your sorry ass to another chair if you know what’s good for you.”

I scowled as Yunho shooed away the fourth man I’ve talked to. Sadly he already took my knives away, so I’m unable to stab him. My hand raised to the barkeeptfor another pint. Maybe I should’ve made it two more.

“Noona you should probably stop while you’re ahead. You know what he'll do.”

“Why are you guys here anyways? Shouldn’t you be gallivanting the town in search of women to keep your bed warm?”

“Trust me (y/n) we’d love to, but Cap would have our asses tied to the anchor and drop us down. I’d like to keep myself above water and alive.”

“Besides someone needs to watch you after your fight with him this morning to make sure you don’t do something stupid like get an innocent man killed. Let’s just go back to the boat and let Hongjoong explain himself.”

Once again I scowled at the two and they gave up. They knew better than to fight me when I’m set on something. I knew the consequences of my actions, but I don’t care at this moment. I’m beyond pissed, venom running through my veins in search for payback. Hongjoong chose to pick a fight with me this morning and I refuse to let him get away with it. He thinks he won, but he forgot I know his weakness.

His overpowering possession over me.

It's a little sadistic, but I thrive when he gets into one of his moods. He's usually pretty soft and outspoken, yet once his jealousy kicks in he's a completely different person. The fire within him causes his beautiful eyes to squint, he turns mute, and stalks me like I'm his prey only to leash out on the poor soul I managed to rope in. I won't lie and say I make him jealous for no reason because I know the end result will benefit me as much as him.

Yet today isn't a one where I just do it for fun. Today's reasoning had a purpose. Hongjoong refused to allow me to join in a meeting with another captain despite my negotiation skills match his if not better. We had originally set it up to discuss territories and gain an ally for when we need it. No one was able to defeat me in a debate, it was my specialty. We needed to win him over and with my help it was guaranteed.

I was all set until Hongjoong informed me I was to not join him. Of course I'm as stubborn and as hot headed as the next person, so I ask him for a reason. None came just excuses. Some harsher than the other.

"I need to do this alone this time."

“What can you do that I can’t?”

"I don't need your help."

"A captain shouldn't rely on a woman to make his treaties for him."

That last one earned him a sharp slap to the cheek and I ended up in the nearest pub. In the midst of downing my third pint I'd noticed a man sitting himself a few stools down. Instantly I’m hooked on him and knew I found my next victim. His features don't measure up to Hongjoong, but his face was pretty enough for me to make my move. Examining his clothes I could see he was a sailor, a positive, and honorable man. Basically the type Hongjoong hates. I bit my lip in anticipation, this will be fun. I told the barkeep to give him a pint on me and watched as his eyes searched for the generous patron. His face lit up once he found me, walking towards me and I lured him with a “come hither” motion.

“Never thought I’d be treated to drink such a beautiful lady such as yourself.”

I held up the pint to my lips to hide the laugh threatening to release.

"So sailor, what brings you to this cute little pub?”

He gave me a smile, nothing beautiful like Hongjoong's.

"Had a pretty rough day at sea, and thought a pint would calm me. Now I see the higher powers thought of something else to aid me." I could throw up on him.

Our playful banter continued back and forth. His hand was perched on my thigh listening intently as I spoke to him. San and Yunho paid no mind to us until they both perched up and attempted to get my attention. Slow footsteps loudly made their way towards us. Showtime.

"Noona." I drowned them out once again refusing to hear their pleas until I felt his presence.

"You have three seconds to take your hand off my woman and walk away." There stood my husband donned in his fur coat, glasses over his eyes. I dared to look up at him, watching his tongue swipe his bottom lip then tugged between his teeth. The veins in his neck bulging, visibly holding himself back from hurting the man.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Me and the lady were talking so scram little boy." His response surprised me. This is when they usually run away, but the one was a tough cookie. Oh boy. Excited chills went down my spine.

The sound of a gun echoed the pub, covering it in a blanket of silence. On the wall behind the bar was a newly made bullet hole lining up to where the man's head would have been. I could hear the rapid beating of my heart next to Hongjoong's eerily calm breaths. His eyes darkened like the kohl on his eyelids. Slowly, Hongjoong took off his glasses and the pub patrons tensed.

"Who am I? I'm Kim Hongjoong, Captain of Ateez, King of the seas, Death himself. Yet furthermore I'm the husband of the woman you dare put your filthy hands on. Since you disregarded my first warning, you have three seconds to get a head start before my men find you."

The sailor stumbled off of his stool running for dear life as Seonghwa and Yeosang happily ran after him. I’m most likely going to bandage up their hands when they get back. Those two get reckless during their “hunts”. Hongjoong has yet to acknowledge me when he realizes the pub was quiet. Placing his glasses back on he turns to the patrons and growls.

"What are you all staring at, have something to say?" His words brought them back to life and instantly the noise continued as if nothing happened.

His attention turned back to me, taking my breath away like it always does. The curl in his lips tells me he's noticed this. In a second I'm thrown over his shoulder like a ragdoll. I don't fight him as he walks us back to the boat. Barking orders to the crew to leave the ship for a while, he throws me face first against the wall. I'm a little woozy from the impact when one hand grabs my neck and the other pulls roughly tugs my hair down. His breath fans my face, the smile looking wicked. He's enraged and I'm excited.

"Don't think for a second I don't know what you're doing my love. Now I know you're mad at me for earlier and I'll have an explanation later. But for now I'm going to remind you that you're mine until your throat is raw from all your screaming. The whole town will know who you belong to. Do you understand.”

I squirmed in his grasp. My inaudible reply didn’t satisfy him. The grip on my neck tightened and he bit my ear.

“I said, do you understand sweetheart?”

“Yes captain.”

“Good girl.”

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