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Make It Back

A/N: A right of passage- sticking the reader character into the 'Andrea shot Daryl' scene :) Reader goes OFF on her, so be prepared lol. Sorry if you love Andrea

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader

WC: ~4k

Warnings: talk of Daryl's injuries, falling down the cliff, Walker attack- nothing too graphic; Andrea shooting Daryl but just grazing him; mentions of gore/blood- nothing too graphic; angst, comfort, fluff, cuddling; Daryl being sassy; reader character fighting with Andrea (yelling match)

Summary: You confront Andrea after she shoots Daryl, thinking he's a walker. With your anger taken out on her, you then comfort Daryl as he spends the night in the Greene farmhouse.

You heard the gunshot. Everyone on the farm did. You just didn’t know exactly what had happened.

Following Lori’s lead, you jogged around the house, hoping it wasn’t another accident like the one that almost killed Carl. It was a single shot. Why would anyone risk a lone round out in the open like this? On this beautiful farm.

Once you circled the house, landing in a clump of Herschel’s family and a few others from your group, all you saw was sun. Its rays were blinding yellow as they cut over the tall, deep treeline on the edge of the meadow. It was the middle of a gorgeous day.

You heard Rick scream. It was a booming, worried thing. Then he screamed again.

“What the hell is going on here?” Herschel bellowed.

You moved closer to the field, the gravel of the driveway turning to grass under your feet as you neared the van. Dale was standing beside it with his hands on his head, panic clear in his figure as he looked out to the scene in the pasture.

“Shit,” Andrea said as she hastily climbed down the ladder from the top of the van. She started whining, more to herself than anyone else. “No, no, no, Daryl.”

“What?” you asked, a cold shock running down your spine from the back of your neck to your heels in the dirt. “What? What about Daryl?”

“I-I thought he was a walker,” she said.

Your head whirled to the cluster of men at the treeline. You tripped, your feet rooted to the ground in horror and misunderstanding. Was Andrea actually saying-

“I shot him.”

You bolted at her confession. These days, you were used to running, having done plenty of it through the woods to escape walkers. Then, you had to be careful of roots and puddles and dead bodies and the trees slowed you down, making sprinting difficult. Now, as you watched Rick fall to his knees in the distance, reaching for Daryl’s head after it hit the ground, speed came easily to you. The open meadow of freely growing grass under the clear blue sky was practically a racetrack.

Andrea panted behind you and the useless coins in Dale’s jeans clinked together, but you were faster, your feet agile in their swiftness. Your boots didn’t pound into the dirt like theirs. You sped to Daryl, only slowing when Rick threw one of Daryl’s arms over Shane’s shoulder and took the other one over his own. Daryl’s body fell limp against them, his feet dragging.

As the men caught their balance, you took Daryl’s face in your hands, seeing it drenched in blood.

“He’s unconscious,” Rick said to you. “We’ll get him back to the house.”

You nodded, otherwise silent.

Andrea, however, let loose her apologies and worries in a shrill voice that made everyone around tense up like their limbs were attached to drawstrings.

You didn’t listen to her words. Or T-Dog’s or Glenn’s and you didn’t notice Rick pull something from Daryl’s neck. Only the grass had your attention as your mind ceaselessly spun. Your boots pushed the tall blades around, making them sway with your every step. The shades of green were glowing in the slowly setting sun until they were marred- darkened by the looming three-headed shadow making its way across the field. Daryl’s blood dripped with every step, leaving red droplets behind with the last of the dew.

“I’m sorry,” Andrea said. When she touched your arm, you jumped, jarred back from the peace of the meadow and into the grisly present.

You didn’t answer her.

Daryl was still unconscious by the time Rick and Shane laid him down in the bedroom. While they’d carried him into the house, you beelined straight to Maggie, asking for a rag and some warm water. You ducked into the bedroom and dodged the panicking men so you could sit on the bed and wipe as much grime from Daryl’s face and hands as you could manage before leaving Herschel in peace to bandage his wounds.

When the door to the bedroom closed you out, you sat on the floor in the hall. Earlier, you had wondered if what Rick told you was true, if Daryl was only unconscious. If the bullet had truly only grazed him. You only fully believed Daryl was alive when you washed his face clean. His brow even crinkled when the wet cloth touched it. He was in there still.

Lori sat down quietly next to you in the hallway. She patted your knee. She didn’t have to say anything. You knew her well enough by now to know what she thought. You’re a good friend to him, she’d say. And he doesn’t have many.

You leaned your head back against the wall with a soft thunk and closed your eyes. It was tranquil there for a moment before a familiar, unwanted voice interrupted.

“Can I talk to you?”

You opened your eyes to see Andrea standing above you and Lori.

“Now’s not a good time,” you said. It was awkward and uncomfortable. “I’m waiting for- for some word.”

“I’ll be quick,” she asked, sliding down the wall and sitting beside you.

Andrea had a knack for rubbing you the wrong way at the worst times. You wouldn’t call yourself a ‘strong personality,’ but she certainly was. Whatever it was deep down in you was constantly butting heads with whatever lived in her core. You disagreed with her most of the time, but tried your best to be patient and gracious given the losses she’d suffered and the emotions clearly wracking her. Still, you couldn’t help but feel she went about most things all wrong.

Like insisting she speak to you now.

So you stood up. You asked Lori to come find you when Daryl woke or when you could go visit him- whatever came first- and you left the house. The turmoil in your chest almost made you scream. But instead of letting it rip through you, you sucked in a deep breath and walked down the front steps. To be alone.

“(Y/N), wait.”

You could tell it was her by the sound of her voice.

“Andrea,” you warned, “I’m not in a place to talk right now.”

“To anyone? Or just to me?”

“Does it matter?” you asked, spinning around in the gravel to face her. “Can’t you just respect that I’m- I’m trying to-”

“What?” she shouted, hands in the air. “Trying not to yell at me? What if I want you to? What if I want you to scream at me? Tell me I’m reckless! Tell me-”

“Tell you what you need to hear? That’s not my job.” You were calm, considering the outburst in front of you. “Just leave me be.”

“No.” She ran in front of you, standing with her feet spread wide, blocking your path from the farm house. Like a child. “I need to… I need to apologize. To you. For what I did to Daryl.”

A laugh escaped you. “Apologize to me?”

“Yes. And-”

“You know who you need to apologize to, Andrea?”

“Daryl, I know, but-”

“And Herschel and Rick and Glenn and T-Dog, and everyone else you put in danger when you decided to not do what you were told.”

You watched her jaw clench and set in place. Lowly, she said, “I don’t need to be told what to do.”

“Apparently you do. Apparently you don’t have your head screwed on straight!” you said.

“What’s that supposed to mean-”

“No, Andrea!” you cut her off with a stabbing shout. “You’re gonna follow me around like this and beg for a piece of my mind? Let me give it to you! Lord knows no one else here will.” You took her arm, leading her away from the front of the house where your temper- or loss of it- wouldn’t disturb Herschel’s family. When she tried to talk over you, tell you she knew what she was doing with that gun in her hands, you snarled at her. “Shut up! I’m speaking now.”

***

You didn’t realize that the hidden spot you led her to happened to be just below the bedroom Daryl and the other men were in. You had no clue that your every word rode the breeze up and through the window above where Rick, Shane, and Daryl could hear you as clearly as if you stood right before them.

And you didn’t know Daryl was already awake.

Shane, arms crossed over his chest, peeked out the window at the sound of Andrea’s voice. He whistled to Rick. “Catfight.”

“What?” Rick asked. He followed Shane’s gaze and shook his head when he saw you. “Nah, (Y/N)’s good. She’ll keep her head.”

“Wouldn’t be so sure,” Daryl grumbled. “Girl’s got a temper.”

“Never heard anything out of her,” Shane said.

“Thas ‘cause you ain’t never heard her complain ‘bout you.”

“Man, shut up,” Shane growled over Rick’s chuckles. “If (Y/N) gives Andrea a talkin’ to, that’s one less thing on my list.”

Daryl violently shifted the pillow under his head. “Dun even wanna know what’s on yer list.”

Shane shushed him, spitting on the window screen, and nudged Rick. “Wanna listen to her.”

***

You stuck an accusing finger at Andrea, keeping her staring at you and squinting into the low sun. “You need to understand, there’s no ‘girl jobs and boy jobs’ here. It’s not that simple. Just because you don’t like doing laundry and washing dishes doesn’t mean you get a gun to flaunt around by default.”

“They’re wasting my skills!” she hissed.

“Those guys,” you pointed out to the pasture, where Daryl went down, “Rick, Shane, Daryl- those guys are trained with those weapons. They were fucking cops and hunters, Andrea! That’s why they get the guns right now, not because they’re better than us, or whatever the hell story you’ve told yourself.”

“Then I should be trained the way they were,” she said. “Before they took it from me, I had my own gun for years-”

“After what you did today, I hope you never get your hands on another gun! You put every one of those guys in danger today. What if your aim was further off, huh? What if you shot Glenn? Or Rick? You could have killed him right in front of his boy! Right after Carl got back on his feet, doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“Of course it does!”

“Are you sure?” The sun was beating down on your back. The heat of its rays added to the roiling in your gut, making sweat drip down the side of your face and pool on your lower back. Its slick had your t-shirt clinging to you. “Are you really sure? ‘Cause if your shit aim was a half an inch better, you would have killed him today! One of our own. And you’re acting like you barely care- you’re here apologizing to me?”

“You’re closest to him,” she grumbled. “I was trying to be-”

You spoke over her meaningless words. “Daryl is an asset to this group. He keeps us safe, feeds us- he was coming back from looking for Sophia and what thanks does he get? A fucking bullet to the head. You took down a good man today-”

“I thought he was a walker!” Andrea screamed in defense.

“So what?” Your throat ached from its work and Andrea flinched. You forced a calming breath before you continued slowly and deliberately, hoping some of your words would actually stick in her head. “We are so lucky we’re allowed on this property. That we found this doctor.”

“I know.”

“And he asked one thing in return. No guns. You were told by Rick, by Shane- no guns. You saw- you thought you saw one walker and you waste a bullet on it? That one gunshot could have led a whole herd to this house, Andrea. What would have happened then?”

“I get it, okay?”

“I don’t think you do. Four men went out there to take down that walker. They explicitly told you not to shoot that gun. And you did it anyway. And for what? Pride?”

She stared at you. Then she shrugged flippantly. “I wanted to do it. I knew I could do it.”

“Well, I hope it was worth it to you.”

***

Shane whistled again from his spot in the window. “If we ever need a lawyer, she’s the one.”

Daryl laid his head back on the pillow after holding it in the air to listen carefully to your argument. His cheeks, ears, neck and chest were hot and flushed from your words about him.

“She still down there?” he asked.

“No,” Rick said. He rounded the foot of the bed and walked towards the door of the bedroom. “I’ll go check on her. She’ll wanna know you’re alright.”

“He’s red as a tomato,” Shane said, slapping Daryl’s foot, “but alive, right Daryl?”

“Barely,” he grumbled.

***

It was Lori who found you first. She grabbed your wrist and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Daryl’s okay,” she said. “You can go up and see him now.”

You ran your palms up over your cheeks and into your hair, feeling the sweat that had gathered. You sighed. “Maybe later. He should probably rest.”

“He was askin’ for you,” Rick said, appearing behind Lori with a hand on the small of her back. “Go on up.”

At that, you nodded and headed for the bedroom.

Miraculously, you didn’t run into anyone else as you made your way through the house. You would have been embarrassed to see one of the Greenes after what had gone down today in the pasture or even after scolding Andrea, whether anyone had heard you or not.

You couldn’t quite get yourself to open the bedroom door, even as you stood before it, hand on the knob. There was no talking or snoring or shifting of sheets from the inside and you debated if you would be a disturbance or a comfort to whatever mood you’d meet inside.

Finally, at length, you pushed it open.

Daryl was shirtless, legs tangled in the thin sheets on the large bed. He only took up a small portion of it, though he was laying almost diagonally across it so he could watch the door. Of course he and his tracker’s ears had heard you open it. He looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Hey killer,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t even.”

You stood in the doorway, watching him. His arm was tucked tight under his head as he looked away from you and down into the sheets. He tucked them up all around him, blocking his injury and most of his skin from view. You knew why, but ignored it. You instead stared at the bandage tied around his head. It made his short hair stick up wildly, like a bloody coyote in the woods.

“You wanna be alone, or you want me to stay?” you asked, hanging onto the doorknob.

He shrugged. “Dun matter ta me.”

That was the closest to a yes you were ever going to get. You closed the door behind you with a soft click and walked to the emptier side of the bed to sit on its edge. “You need anything? Water, or-”

“Got it,” he said, blindly pointing to the nightstand beside the bed.

“Kay.” The air in the room was hot, but since the sun was setting lower and lower each minute, you knew there’d be a breeze blowing through the lacy curtains soon enough. You wiped your brow again. “How are you feeling?”

“‘Bout as bad as I look.”

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks.”

You breathed out a laugh. “You looked like death itself before, though, so this is an upgrade.”

He glared at you, but it was playful. For him, you knew it was. “Well, I was shot.”

“Yeah.”

You swallowed hard at the reminder. Next to his glass of water was the bowl and cloth you’d brought to him earlier. You reached for it now, wringing it out some before bringing it to his forehead which was as damp with sweat as yours was.

“What else happened out there?”

“Nuthin’,” he said, shrugging off the cloth.

You didn’t budge and asked again. “You look rough, Dare. Herschel said there was something with your side too? I saw all the blood.”

He was quiet, attention again on the sheets as you dabbed at his forehead and cheeks. There was still blood on his chin and grime on his neck- mud and something else you didn’t care to guess at. You stopped at his shoulders. It was clear he didn’t want you looking anywhere near his chest or back, buried in the sheets.

Then you noticed him watching you.

“You…”

“Hm?” you pushed.

“You were worried? ‘Bout… ‘bout me.”

“Of course I was. Still am. You’re one of us, we’re all worried-”

“I fell. And a couple’a walkers found me.”

Panic shot through you like lightning, branching through your veins and up your limbs. “Walkers?” No one told you. No one said anything about a bite or scratch or anything- “Is that, the injury on your side, it’s from a walker?”

“No,” he was quick to correct. “Nah, I fought ‘em off. Didn’t get me.” “Christ,” you whispered. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperate to keep the unshed tears stuck in your eyes.

“When I fell down the cliff, I took an arrow through my back.”

It didn’t-couldn’t-register. “You fell down a cliffside?”

“Twice.”

That was all you could take. The emotion, the stress and panic of the day, of the weeks past, caught up to you in one drowning swell. You felt your lips tremble and tried to keep them shut up tight, tried to count the bumps in the washcloth still in your hands, dripping on the knee of your jeans.

“Ay,” Daryl said, gruffly. He took the washcloth from you and smacked your arm with it before tossing it near its bowl. “Dun do that. Dun- dun cry fer me-”

“Argentina?”

“Wha?”

It made you laugh. It was a wet, snotty laugh and the curve of your cheek pushed out a fat tear that carved its way down your face. “It’s a song,” you said.

“Don’t start singin’ neither.”

You chuckled again, losing more tears and the fight to not cry in front of Daryl.

With a painful grunt, he moved himself on the bed, opening a spot for you. He patted the empty space, mumbling. “Come on.”

You kicked off your boots and laid down on the bed, mirroring him. One arm supported your head, while the other tucked tight against you, keeping to your own space as you looked at him. His teeth dug into his lip over and over as he studied the hair and freckles on his arm as if he’d never seen it before.

“Were you scared?” you whispered.

After a long while, narrowed blue eyes met yours and he nodded.

“Out there alone.” Your voice broke, shaking with the tight breath in your chest.

“S’alright. M’back now.”

You flopped on your back, away from him for a chance to breathe. You were losing your grip and you didn’t want to break in front of him. You were there to support him, not force him into comforting you. But the thought of him in fear and suffering alone was stubbornly lodged in your throat.

“When I was out there climbin,’ that’s what I was thinkin’ ‘bout,” Daryl said. “Thought ‘bout comin’ back. Seein’ ya. Knew I had ta get back.”

His words hung in the air. They were soft and open, his voice less harsh than usual.

“That’s right,” you said. Using the collar of your t-shirt, as sweaty and dirty as it was, you wiped the tear tracks from your face and cleared your eyes.

“Now we both look bad as I feel,” Daryl said.

“Shut up,” you said. But you laughed.

The air felt clearer now. It wasn’t so stifling hot and you watched the transparent curtains dance in the breeze coming in through the window. Again, you turned to him, laying on your side, able to study him more. Daryl, however, seemed like he couldn’t bear the attention. His flitting gaze fell on just about everything in the room except you until he seemed to settle upon the safety of the bare ceiling above, studying it as if it were a map to a hidden treasure. Like a cure to the world’s mess.

“You okay?” you finally asked.

“Did you mean it? What ya said?”

“When?”

One of his hands flew up, gesturing toward the window. “Earlier. To Andrea.”

You hummed, lips glued together for a moment. “You heard all that?”

He chuckled. “Loud and clear. She deserved it.”

“Mm. Just lost my temper.”

He grunted, agreeing. “But’cha- what ya said ‘bout me.” He struggled for the words, throat and mouth working for the right thing to ask. “Said I was a good man, ya mean that?”

“Of course.” You sat up, moving your face into his line of vision. You made him look at you. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. And I wouldn’t be here with you right now if I didn’t think it.” Your fingertips grazed his skin, tickling down his cheek until they turned the other way, your knuckles running the same path for good measure. “You are a good man. I see you. I see the things you do and no matter how much you like to hide it, I know you have a big heart. I’ve seen it.” You gave him a soft shove on the shoulder, teasing. While you were there, close to him, you brushed the hair off his forehead before returning your hands to yourself and laying back flat on the bed.

He grunted and pressed his lips together, staring at where your face had been, the spot that was just the bare ceiling now. Then he shrugged away from you and turned to the opposite wall and grumbled, “S’not what I asked, girl.”

“Gave ya some extra bang for your buck, that’s all,” you said. When he didn’t turn or even chuckle, you bent towards the floor for your boots. “Want me to go? So you can get some rest?”

He gave you nothing in answer. You at least hoped he heard what you said, took it to heart. But, you thought, that’s what you get for blubbering all over his bed. Only slightly bothered, you leaned towards the nightstand to see if he had enough water for the evening. Then, you’d leave-

“Dun haf’ta go,” he mumbled.

“Oh.”

“So long as ya don’t go all girly ga-ga on me again.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he peeked at you over his shoulder. “You mean telling you that I actually care about you? Then don’t go tryin’ to die on me again.”

He flopped over. “Ya think I wanted to fall off the damn cliff? Fuckin’ horse threw me off.”

Setting your boots back down, you settled into the bed next to him. “Horse shoot you with your own crossbow too?”

“You shut your mouth, girl.”

“Mhmm.” you hummed, grinning.

Like two parallel beings, you laid opposite each other, close, but not touching. You used your own arm for a pillow and tucked yourself under the sheet of the bed. Daryl looked past you, as if watching the door as another breeze blew through the room.

“Here,” he said, shimmying up towards the head of the bed and sliding the arm of his uninjured side under your head. You laid close, tucking your arms into your chest so only your elbows and your knees crossed over into Daryl’s space.

At least, it was that way until he leaned down into you, resting his chin on your forehead and letting his other arm drop over your side. You let loose a sigh at the touch- he’d made it back.

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abellmunsonmovie · 1 month

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Eddie Headcanons 2.

Eddie is a biter, he’ll just randomly bite you, he calls them “Love Bites”

When Eddie has to talk about how he feels, he’ll kinda cover it up with sarcasm or jokes (he kinda does this in Flight of Icarus)

When he’s sick he tries to act like he’s fine

“Edward, you are sick, we can go out when you feel better”

“Y/N, I am fine” sniffles

He loves big red

He can’t really swim, he just kinda flaps his arms and legs and it works?

Your voice comforts him

He likes when you trace his tattoos

He’s really protective over Dustin, because he knows what it feels like not having a present father and he makes sure Dustin knows he can come to him for anything

He likes dogs but he loves cats even though he’s probably allergic

He loves to talk about his fixations but he also really likes hearing other people talk about theirs

He loves to just randomly come up to you and kiss you all over your face fast

Wayne doesn’t mind Eddie smoking weed but he hates when he smokes it in the trailer

“Damnit Eddie! If your gonna smoke that shit, do it outside!”

He always has a hairtie on his wrist

He has freckles but in the summer you can see them alot more

He was in theater but thought it wasn’t “metal” so he quit, even though he was actually really good

He says the most uncalled for things

Him and Wayne go on fishing trips

He has horrible hearing (probably because he listens to his music way too loud)

He has a bunch of cool rocks he found in his drawer

He can burp the abc’s no problem

He likes sunsets more than sunrises

He burns so easily during summer

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson headcanons #eddie stranger things #eddie munson headcanon #eddie blurb #eddie munson angst #comfort character #abellmunsonmovie writes

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imperfect777 · 2 months

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DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A RANT!!!

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It’s never too late to manifest your dream life. If you’re sitting around contemplating on life, stop. Stop messing around and get your desires. Live your dream life. Manifest the Car you’ve been wanting. Get your sp! Get that mansion you’ve been eyeing. Stop sitting around waiting for something to change and be the change. It all starts from within. You CAN have whatever you want. There’s nothing too big or too small. You can make the “ impossible “ possible l. There’s nothing out of your control. Everything you want, wants you 10x more. Stop sitting around feeling sorry for yourself hoping things will work out, while still living in your undesired state. Do whatever you have to do to get in the wish fulfilled and stay there. Oh you fell out of the wish fulfilled ? So what get back in it. There’s nothing or anyone holding you back or keeping you down but YOU. Stop sitting around wishing you could have this and wishing things could’ve been this way, You wanna know why they aren’t ? BECAUSE OF YOU. NOBODY BUT YOU. Feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to get you that job, Or those shoes, or that car, Or that trip to Hawaii, Or your sp back. Everything and Everyone had to follow your rules. You want that house right ? “ but it’s already sold “ so ? lol. What does that mean ? There’s over hundreds of houses that person doesn’t even like that house anymore, They’re moving right now as we speak that house is YOURS! You want your sp back ? “ But he has a new girlfriend ): “ ( This applies to any and everyone i’m just using he as of right now ) . aww that’s cute. Anyways, They’ve broken up because they’re not meant for each other because your sp is meant for you and you only, and the girl ( or boy ) has found they’re soulmate and they’re now in a happy relationship, which isn’t with your sp because, your sp is attracted to you and you only, Your sp doesn’t want a relationship with anyone but you. They’re personalities clash because your the only person that’s understands sp and that’s one of the many reasons they love and cherish you. You want that car right ? “ I can’t afford it right now “. Anything is possible, you would win it in a raffle, It could go on sale for 1 cent or a dollar, Someone could gift it to you, You can win it in a giveaway or contest. Anything could happen, Or if you could win $1,000,000 on the lottery and the car is $100,000. Now you have a car and over $800,000. ( Yes you can manifest them not taking taxes off your winning ). You want that new pool right ? “ But my parents said I can’t get one “ is this your reality or theirs ? ( don’t say that to your parents though 😭 ) EIYPO. So what they said that, You said you have a new pool so now you have one. Whatever everyone else thinks or says doesn’t matter. It’s yours. Oh look .. a random truck just pulled in your yard. Wait the they’re delivering a .. NEW POOL. With all that being said. Get whatever you want. Start the year off right ( it’s still the beginning of the year technically 😭 ). You can have what you want, Do what you want, Go where you want, Be who you want. Live your dream life, STOP SEARCHING AND START APPLY, STOP SEEKING ( checking the 3D, looking and hoping for results ) AND START KNOWING. IT’S ALREADY YOURS GET THAT IN YOUR HEAD. And calm down, idc about how long you have until this and that. Time isn’t real. Calm down the clock isn’t ticking. Your sp isn’t going anywhere, That house or those shoes or that car won’t be growing legs and walking away. You’ve got all the time in the world.

#law of assumption #affirmations #eiypo #living in the end #loassumption #loass #manifestation #states law of assumption #success story #edward art #states loa #visualization #affirm and persist #affirmyourreality #postive affirmations #create your dream life

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valeskafics · 2 months

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Rafe Cameron NSFW Alphabet

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If Rafe has honest, genuine feelings for you, he may not realize that aftercare is what's expected of him at first, but the minute he does he's all over you, taking care of you, making sure you're okay, catering to your every whim.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his own is his hands, specifically his fingers because he knows how obsessed with them you are, especially when he wears his rings. His favorite body part on you he would say is your tits, but really? It's your eyes. He just doesn't want to sound like a pussy for saying it. He thinks he could stare into them for hours.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

You enjoy making him beg to cum inside you, and to be honest? He gets off on begging for it too.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has an album full of videos he keeps for his spank bank of you two fucking for those times he's away on a business trip and can't take you with him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

More experience than he can remember. He was far from celibate before getting together with you, which means he knows his way around a woman's body and exactly how to please you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style or fucking you up against a wall, hands over your head, back to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually pretty serious, but if he's drunk or high, he can be a bit goofy and joke around a bit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Fairly well groomed. Carpet darker than the drapes. Doesn't shave, but keeps himself well-trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When the two of you get closer and he lets his guard down around you, intimacy comes very easily. He loves holding you close, taking his time with you, keeping eye contact.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Has an album full of your nudes you've sent him that he uses to jack off to. He doesn't even use porn and expects kudos for that because he thinks it's him demonstrating his loyalty.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink, mommy kink, choking, spit kink, spanking, exhibitionism, breeding kink, overstim

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. However, the balcony at Tanneyhill is a personal favorite for him, as well as the Druthers.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your cleavage, the bruises and hickies he leaves on your body, you making him jealous, your lips, you batting your lashes at him, watching you work up a sweat while exercising.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There's few things he wouldn't be down to try at least once but if you don't seem enthusiastic enough while y'all are fucking, that's a turn off for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Genuinely happy with both. He loves seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his fat cock just as much as he loves eating you out round after round until you're crying begging for him to just fuck you already.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A mixture of both. If you've been bratty or he's gotten jealous, you can expect fast and rough. But slow and sensual is the usual go to - Rafe likes taking his time with you. He's either overstimming or edging you, no inbetween.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's always down for a quickie, any time, anywhere. Anyway he can have you is a good way for him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Rafe is down to try anything once. Or twice. Semi public sex? D/S dynamics? Any of it. He's ready.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Above average. Can do 3-4 rounds and each one lasts a decent while. People think he's a one pump chump but that's what makes him so eager to prove them all wrong.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Has used and will use almost every toy known. Loves using them on you and watching you use them, doesn't really have any he uses on himself, but if you get him one? He's down.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Extremely unfair. He will edge you for hours if he has the time to do it. He loves it when you get all weepy and start begging for him to let you come. He's an asshole, but he's your asshole.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty fucking loud. Groaning and grunting your name, moaning, he has no qualms about letting it be known how fucking good you feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Fantasy is to fuck you and have John B walk in because he knows he's into you and it'll show him exactly who it is that you belong to.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Long, thick, veiny, the man is fucking hung and he knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Well above average. He's a horny little gremlin. God save your soul.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on how tired he is from the day, but he typically likes staying up and talking to you for a while, maybe even snacking on something together and cuddling before falling asleep.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut #rafe x you #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe smut #rafe imagine #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #my writing #rafe headcanon

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soxcietyy · 3 months

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Can I request Yuta and y/n go to gojo’s house to “house sit” while he’s out on a mission (for whatever reason gojo wants them to watch his house), and while in there, they have rough sex and Gojo comes home to his house and they hide in one of his closets and finish in there.😭

House sitting

"If anything breaks I’m going to make sure it comes out your pockets." Gojo said with a stern voice over the phone.

Today your lovely teacher left you and Yuta to house sit for extra credit. He had a week long mission across Japan and he needed someone to take care of his home. Mostly because he had a very expensive pet Koi fish to be maintained. He had set you long instructions about how to feed and clean its home.

He trusted the both of you because you were the most careful people out of the rest. Making him feel at ease about leaving his home to you. He couldn’t make himself leave the other student to do such a job.

Isn’t he rich? Something like that shouldn’t hurt him. You laugh at the thought as you take out the key from your pocket and insert it in the keyhole.

The door opened to the big house and both of you stepped in with your jaws open. It looked really big and nice from the outside but the inside was indescribable. He’d had to of paid an interior decorator because theirs no way he had good taste like this.

"Don’t worry Gojo sensei we won’t ruin anything. Hope your mission goes well!" Yuta says as he wishes his sensei a good trip. When he hung up he put his phone in his pocket and smiled at you.

You were currently raiding the pantry because Gojo did say "make yourself at home, just don’t get too comfortable." You ended up finding pretty high end snacks and foreign ones too. The amount of sweets in there was disgusting to look at. You ended up grabbing a bag of American bbq chips but it was snatched out of your hand by Yuta.

You quirk your brow and playfully take it back. The smirk on his face determined that a game had begun. You run past him with the chips and tauntingly shake them in the air. You knew he loved eating chips and would die to try some of these.

"You going to come and get them?" You laugh.

"Mmh Im sure Gojo has something similar or even better in the pantry." He said as he walked past you.

You sigh seeing how the game ended so quickly but soon took that thought back as he grabbed it from your hands in one swift motion. You quickly grab the back of his shirt and pulled him back. Yuta ends up falling down and you take the bag once again.

"That was dirty" he says as he sat there

"How unfortunate huh? You better start begging for this bag Okkotsu because there’s no way you’re getting it from me."

Yuta grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you down with him making you fall on your behind. You groan from the pain but then gasp in surprise as he pushed you completely on the floor. Back touching the cold marble tiles. He had your arms pinned on the floor as he hovered over you. The ring from his necklace dangling over your face.

"Can I beg for a different snack? Something more exotic?" He leans down till your noses are touching.

You swallow hard as the grip on the bag of chips suddenly loosened. Gojo would be mad if he found out you guy did it in his house. He didn’t even know the both of you were dating. It was something you guys decided to keep secret for now. If he did know you doubt he would have let the both of you guys stay together alone at him house. You shyly look away as he planted a kiss on your head.

"Gojo is going to get mad when he finds out." You whisper as if he was somehow going to be listening to the conversation.

"If he finds out, trust me he’s not going to be back soon. If he was we wouldn’t be house sitting right?" He said trying to persuade your answer.

"You don’t have a condom" you say trying to find an excuse.

He chuckled as he looked up and around the room. "This is Gojo’s house you know, that’s one of the first things we’re going to find if we snoop around." He said as he stood up and extended his hand out.

You gladly took it and got on your feet. You watch as he walked down a hall into a room. Following right behind him out of curiosity you realize that he had entered your teachers room. Peeking in you could feel his huge cali-king bed in the middle. It had big white fluffy covers on and tons of pillows. You could also see tons of designer shopping bags thrown in a corner. An expensive dresser and his collection of sunglasses.

"Ah thank goodness we have almost the same size, this should be fine." He said as he held the rubber in between his index and middle finger.

You could feel your cheeks flush as he said it with a happy look on his face. He handed the rubber to you too look at while he began to take his clothes off.

"Wait! We’re doing it here? In his room? Are you crazy?! He’s totally going to find out, he’s not stupid Yuta!" You say as you pull his shirt back down.

He sighs as he sits you on the big bed. You look up at him confused on what his plan was. He pushed you onto the bed as gently as sits over your waist trapping you under him. He then proceeded to take his shirt off fully.

"Relax, I don’t think iv ever seen you this nervous other than our first time." He says amused.

He was right, you were probably overreacting and everything was going to be fine. He took your uniform off too and eventually both of you were in bed unclothed. He leaned down and kissed your body up and down while you played with his silky hair. Going all the way down till he reached your throbbing heat. You bite your lip as he hooked your legs onto his arms and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. His lips brush against your as you could feel as his warm tongue entered in between your folds.

"Mhm!"

He began eating you out like he always did. As if it were his last meal. You grip his hair as he continued eating you out faster. So many lewed noises being made. It sounded so wet and so good that it made you feel embarrassed somehow. Your toes curled while he messed with your sensitive bud. You could feel yourself getting closer but he stopped halfway not wanting you to finish just yet.

Changing location on the bed you now were laying your head near the headboard. Yuta was now on the bed spreading your legs apart. He allied himself to your hole and slowly started going in. You wince at the uncomfortable pain from not being stretched out.

He slowly pulls his tip in and out of you repeatedly to get you comfortable with his length. As he moved the bed shook a bit. He was looking around the room making sure the bed didn’t bump into anything valuable and then noticed the shelf on top of the bed. On there you could see a few expensive statues that seemed to be a collection. As he still mindlessly moved he noticed that one was sitting too close to the edge and with one more small thrust the statue fell over the edge. He lunged foward to catch it before it made contact with the floor and that he did.

“Yuta!" You yell

He looked down at you to see your face full of pain. Then he realized that he shoved himself all the way in to be able to catch the statue.

"Sorry! I didn’t mean to ram into you!" He said with a shy smile.

After that situation the both of you continued. He thrusted into you more and more. You moaned his name as you grabbed his arms for moral support. His member attracted you out so much that you felt so full. Your eyes watered from how good it felt. Your thighs touched his chest as he folded you more and more. He wanted to make sure that he was deep inside of you and leaving you satisfied. His hips rolled making you squirm even more. But before either of you could finish you could hear the front door creak open and someone yell.

"I’m home! You guys won’t believe how easy that mission was. Stupid elders made it seem like such a big de-"

As Gojo ranted the both of you jump out of bed. Yuta grabbed all of your clothes and shoved them inside the closet as you fix the bed up. Your heart was racing like crazy as you ran inside the closet pulling Yuta inside too. He looked at you stunned but before he could say anything you closed the door quietly. Turning around you could see how huge the closet was. If you had to compare it to something it would be two dorm rooms combined. The both of you sit in silence as you heard his wonder around the house calling for you guys. You switch the light off as slowly sat on the floor curing Yuta for getting you guys into this mess.

How were you guys supposed to leave? Or make it seem like you guys wernt doing it in his room? Will you guys get suspended?

Your mind was running with hundreds of questions but soon stopped as soon as you felt to hands grasp your waist. You head snapped back as if you were going to be able to see him but all you saw was pitch black. You had no idea how he found you in the dark or how he knew where your hips were. You sat here feeling him push your back against his as he slipped back inside of you. You gasp but he covered your mouth quickly to prevent any noise. Grabbing your legs he listed you up. He moved you up and down like his person cock sleeve as he stood. You sometimes forgot how crazy strong he was.

"He could open this door any minute." He whispered making you tense up.

The room echoed with the faint sound of your skin slapping until Gojo entered his room. That didn’t stop Yuta though and he continued. He kept on going as if you guys wernt about to be caught. Yuutas breaths started to become heavy and so were yours. You throw your head back as you began to orgasm.

"I found you" Gojo says as he opened the closet door.

"…" he stood there stunned looking at Yuta with a odd gaze.

"That’s definitely not your color." Gojo said as he stepped inside to help him out.

Yuta was wearing one of Gojos button up pretending as if he was trying on clothes. You ran out when Gojo was paying attention to only him. As you ran you could feel something running down your legs and you stopped infront of a hallway mirror to see it was semen. The condom must of broken…

Now wasn’t the time to worry about this. You had to leave immediately. Throwing your clothes on you run out the door. Hopefully you were still going to get that extra credit.

Back in Gojos house Yuta was now being styled by Gojo.

"So where is y/n?" He asks as he buttons Yutas shirt up.

"She left before you got here, family emergency." Yuta said dryly.

"That’s weird because I saw her shoes at the front door when I came in. I also saw the condom wrapper you guys left on my nightstand."

#yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x you #yuta okkotsu x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #yuta okkotsu x y/n #yuta okkotsu smut #yuuta okkotsu #yuta x y/n #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta x reader #yuuta x you #yuuta x y/n #yuuta headcanons #jjk yuuta #yuta x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #jjk

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goldsainz · 10 months

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FRIENDS INTO LOVERS — one shot.

pairing: lando norris x reader

MASTERLIST.

request: “Hi, could I request a childhood sweethearts with lando please and thank you 🫶🫶”

NOTE: so i did a social media au for this, hope that it's okay! let's pretend for the sake of the story's timeline that olivia is slightly older 😁 i changed the request format thingy bc the gap it left bothered me… if you check my other requested works you’ll know what i mean

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lando.jpg Day 61. Road trip with the one and only yourusername

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yoursername my passenger princess <3

⤷ lando.jpg 😐😐😐

⤷ danielricciardo Don't even try to deny it

landofan1 literally love y/n sm

landofan2 i want a friendship like theirs

ynfan1 LANDO BEING A PASSENGER PRINCESS IS NOW CANON

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user1 when are they gonna get together!!!

maxfewtrell Still can’t believe I wasn’t invited🙄

⤷ yourusername this wouldn’t happen if you had other friends!

⤷ maxfewtrell Rude! I’m gonna tell Lando about this.

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yourusername All Of The Girls You Loved Before is out now in all streaming platforms!!! 💗

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landonorris So so proud of you! Everyone will get sick of me playing this all the time

⤷ yourusername you’re fr my #1 fan

⤷ landonorris And what about it? 🤨

landofan21 this 100% about lando no doubt about it

oscarpiastri New song for the McLaren playlist

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ynfan21 if this isn’t a confirmation post + the comments… then idk what is

ynfan22 “i wanna teach you how forever feels” when will it be my turn😭

landofan22 THE BEHIND THE SONG INTERVIEW??? if this song isn’t about lando idk what’ll do…

⤷ user21 what did she say?

⤷ landofan22 “It’s about loving someone so much you don’t really care that they’ve been with someone before you, just feeling grateful you’re getting the best version of them.” that is so about lando idc what anyone says

⤷ ynfan23 don’t forget about: “I wrote it thinking about how maybe there’s someone that’s always kind of been there, and you didn’t notice or the timing wasn’t right, but now that it is you don’t think about anything else other then them.”

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landonorris May I introduce my lovely girlfriend, Y/N! She’s been my friendfor more years than I can remember (17 if we’re being precise) and there is no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. Thank you, for being my best friend all this time and letting me love you ❤️

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ynfan31 OMG??? I WASN’T EXPECTING THIS TODAY

sebastianvettel Congrats you two! Nice to see you both finally came to your senses

⤷ landonorris Thank you, Seb!

⤷ yourusername 🫶🫶🫶

landofan31 i’m gonna need 3-5 business days to recover

landofan32 THAT TWITTER USER WAS RIGHT???

ynfan32 words can’t describe how i’m feeling rn

mickschumacher Glad I don’t have to keep this a secret anymore!!!

⤷ maxfewtrell Same here, mate! It was killing me

ynfan33 all this time they were together😭😭

user31 love is actually real

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yourusername i guess hard launching is the only way! i’ve loved this man for more years than i’d like to admit, as a friend and now as my boyfriend!! wherever you stray, i follow 🤍 (shoutout to user3 on twitter your thread was scarily spot on)

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landofan41 the willow lyrics😭😭

ynfan41 your honour i love them

lilymhe you’re still my wife, right?

⤷ yourusername forever and always, baby

⤷ alex_albon Crazy to see how people forget they have boyfriends at home…

ynfan42 THESE ARE NOW MY PARENTS!!

ynfan43 i guess being delulu works out in the end

landofan42 he’s the king of her heart (i’m sorry but i had to make the taylor reference)

francisca.cgomes now we can finally go on double dates!!

⤷ yourusername we could always go on a date alone

⤷ landonorris I think we’ll stick just with the double date

ynfan44 they’re officially the best couple on the grid

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 8 months

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If you want to could you please write more puppyboy hybrid? It can be NSFW or SFW (which ever is easier to write) Thanks! Btw i love your work!

-🩷

Thank you so much! Sorry for taking a bit to respond, I've been receiving more messages than I thought I would ❤️

(Reader) stumbled as their pet? roommate? friend, Buddy, a golden haired puppy hybrid pulled them by their hand excitedly, dragging them from the car into the grocery store. (Reader) figured that Buddy was always excited to leave the house because of his canine instincts, when in actuality it was because he considered any time they went outside to be a date. Shopping dates, car ride dates, taking a walk around town dates; even though (Reader) never said it, Buddy knew they loved him. More than loving him, he knew they were in love with him. Just as he was them.

Buddy excitedly jumped into the basket of the shopping cart, beaming with joy at the exhausted adult. They didn't argue, however, just sighing and pushing the cart down the isles they needed. It wasn't going to be a long shopping trip, they only needed a few things, but Buddy had insisted that he needed to go with them. (Reader) just hoped that he wouldn't cause the trip to last longer than it needed to be, wanting to be at home snuggled up on the couch.

"(Reader)?" A voice called out behind them, turning to find an old friend from high school.

"Peter! My God you've gotten old! How are ya?" (Reader) joked, reaching out to grab Peter's hand.

The shopping cart squealed as Buddy jumped out of it, dashing between the two reuniting friends. His back was arched and his stance was wide, his ears pressed back in a threatening way as he growled at the other man.

"Buddy, what are you doing?!"

Buddy turned back to (Reader), grabbing them by the hand to leave, his ears still flattened and his tail straight. "Let's hurry up and go home."

(Reader) tried to pull back, to argue, but everytime they tugged against his grasp it only tightened, baring his teeth.

This continued until they got home. As (Reader) closed the door of their apartment behind them, Buddy shoved them against the door, trapping them with his body.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think you're doing?!" Buddy snapped back, tears glistening at the corners of his long eyelashes. "How dare you think about flirting with someone else while we're out on a date?"

Before (Reader) could become offended by his attitude, Buddy bit down on their neck, causing them to cry out in pain.

"Buddy, stop! That hurt!"

He growled pulling down the neck of (Reader's) shirt, the threads in it snapping as he stretched it out. Sharp teeth grazed their neck, threatening to take a deadly bite.

"This only happened because he didn't know you were my mate..." He kissed their neck passionately, pressing his body into theirs as he licked and sucked down to their collar bone.

(Reader's) face flushed as something hardened, pressing into their thigh. Buddy pulled himself away from the forming hickies, his face looking feverish as his breathing became uneven.

He grabbed (Reader's) hand, leading it down to his crotch, forcing them to feel his erection. "I've been good waiting for you.. now I need you to be a good little mate for me."

#yandere #yandere x reader #hybird #yandere hybrid #gn reader #thanks for the ask!#not proofread

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bugsbia · 6 months

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ʚ Kabukimono Nsfw Alphabet

ʚ BEFORE READING: Sorry for my recent inactivity, i am perhaps, just a little, burnt out. This is about the Kabukimono phase of Scaramouche's life specifically.

ʚ WARNINGS: none really needed, Kabuki is very soft and quite the virgin. Reader is a little dom, but not very.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kabukimono is a softie for you, so naturally he'll give you aftercare without a second thought. He'll pamper you in kisses and tell you how much he loves you and how good you make him feel. He'll wanna fall asleep in your arms afterwards, just staying close to you! Don't forget to give him aftercare too though, he needs his love too.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of your body)

He loves all of you really, but your tits are his favourite. They're just so soft and warm, he can’t help but play with them during sex. Sucking on yours tits happily while he buries his dick inside you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He’d cum inside you if you let him, he likes the way it makes him feel so close and connected to you. Don't surprised him he quietly begs for your permission to cum inside when he starts getting close.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When you cry from pleasure? sends him reeling. The first time it happened he got worried, thinking he'd hurt you or pushed you too far, but when you explained that overwhelming pleasure can cause you to cry he became addicted to it. He does everything within his power to make you cry everytime.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sweet Little Kabukimono has no experience at all, and we all know that. He’s a bit shy about it, but not ashamed. He just wants you to lead him through it, show him how things work and teach him how to make both himself and you feel good.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Big fan of cowgirl but more so when he’s sitting up opposed to laying back, he likes being able to wrap his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck or between your tits. He’s a bit clingy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s not so much goofy in a playful way, but goofy in an inexperienced way. He’s trying his best to learn the ropes though, so don’t get upset with him, he just wants to please you. Have fun with it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

As mentioned in the Scaramouche one, he’s a puppet and most likely hairless. Though he can’t really change that as Kabukimono since Dottore isn't around.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is a need for him, he isn’t really here for recreational sex (most of the time). To him it’s something very intimate and he loves that, he loves being so close and romantic with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t masturbate often, but he will if you’ve been too busy or are away on a trip. Though it’ll never feel as good as when you help him, he needs you. He’ll spend the entire session whimpering and whining to himself about how he misses you so much and how he needs you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

As mentioned earlier, dacryphilia. He thinks it's just so nice when he sees you crying because he makes you feel so good, it's like wordless praise to him. Aside from that he might slip out some "mommy's" here and there, the mommy issues go hard for him, especially when you teach him the ropes.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The cosy comfort of your bed. If you two share a bed then it's a nice moment of intimacy in a place only for the two of you, if you don't then he'll love being in your bed, in your space. Makes him feel special, that he gets to be in your spaces and do such things with you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his neck, it'll do it for him. The close contact and the way it feels, he can't resist your touch, the way your lips feel against his skin. He'll be a mess within seconds if you're not careful.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sorry but Kabukimono can’t be mean to you during sex, he’ll feel bad. He’s too sweet for his own good, and he really doesn’t wanna upset or hurt you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He likes giving and receiving, but prefers giving, he's a big giver. He's quite shy though, he worries he's not doing good enough or that it'll be gross for you if you go down on him, but once he gets into it and learns a bit he will gladly give or receive any day.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Typically he'll go for slow and passionate, he likes the intimacy of the act and things end too quickly if you're going fast. Though he isn't totally against it, at the end of the day he wants to do his best to please you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

As mentioned just before, he prefers slow and passionate sex, he's a soft guy and just wants to be close to you. To savour the way you feel, the taste of your skin, the way your lips feel. But, he will indulge if you really want to have a quickie, but not often. He thinks waiting is more worthwhile.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is always down to try new things within his limits, those limits being he simply does not want to hurt you or cause you any discomfort. So he'll decline if you ask for those sort of things, but beyond that he'll try it at least once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As we know Kabukimono is a puppet, and therefore he has practically infinite stamina. Meaning he'll go on for as long as you desire, and as long as there isn't anything else either you or he have to attend to.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Before you he had never considered the concept of sex toys, he didn't know the existed, so he didn't have any and had never used them. Once you brought up the idea he was confused at first, naturally, but willing to learn and try new things.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hardly knows how to tease, he's awkward and clumsy, doesn't know how these things work. Eventually, if you push him in the right direction, he'll get the hang of it though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kabukimono can be fairly loud, he whimpers and whines a lot, he can't help it when you just feel so good. He'll try keep it quiet but it isn't rare for him to get too excited, meaning you'll have to help him keep quiet a bit. He'll gladly suck on your fingers if you want him to.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He cries too sometimes, after long sessions he just gets so sensitive and so overwhelmed with pleasure that he can't hold back a few tears. He looks so pretty when he cries too, it makes his eyes glisten.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His body is quite slim and delicate looking, smooth pale skin blemish free, untouched. His skin is so soft too, just feels so smooth and nice under your fingers. As for his size, he's around 6~ inches, the tip is a pretty light pink colour and super sensitive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty normal, and he's pretty good at controlling himself when it comes to being on his own. That said though, if you're around it's a bit harder, especially if you're being touchy with him. He's just a touch starved virgin after all.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Puppets do not need sleep, so he probably won't fall asleep. He'll probably just go back to doing whatever tasks he had for the day, maybe he'll make you some food. If he isn't busy then maybe he'll nap with you a bit.

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sunflower-lilac42 · 4 months

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✧ 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | the hughes brothers ♔

summary: the hughes brothers are made aware of everything they’ve missed in their little sister’s career and everything she hasn’t in theirs.

warnings: feelings of being unwanted, siblings missing important things

notes: part two of 'unwanted feelings'. this takes place at the end of the 25-26 season/she’s one year younger than Luke. i love this so much! i'm so glad you guys have been liking my fics especially my hockey ones. i have had so much motivation and i'm excited for break so i can write more.

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This is where she drew the line. It sucked, it really did. She thought they weren’t even going to make it. It was her college graduation and her parents had broken the news of the possibility of the three not being there, scheduling conflict so there was nothing they could do.

It was the playoffs and both the Devils and Canucks were contenders with a good chance of making it. She knew this from the beginning of April. But now that it wa sso close to graduation, she knew there was a chance they weren’t going to make it. And if they did, there was a chance they’d have to leave right after the ceremony.

All of her life she’s always said to herself that it was okay and that it wasn’t their fault. And she knew they had no control over which days they played and whether or not they won or lost, it was a team. But deep down, she wanted to blame them. She wanted to blame them for being good at hockey, she wanted to blame them for being first round picks, she wanted to blame them for being apart of good teams, she wanted to blame them for everything. Yet, that wasn’t who she was.

She pushed all of those thoughts aside because they were her brothers. She wanted them to have everything they wanted. She couldn’t possibly be mad at them, but right now, she was fuming.

She stood with her friends waiting to walk out into Michigan Stadium for her last time. She was a nervous ball of energy and she couldn’t help but look at her phone constantly to see the text from their parents to say they made it.

Walking out into the stadium in her graduation gown and cap, y/n’s nervousness didn’t ease. What if she tripped? What if she messed up her speech? What if she made a complete and utter fool of herself? What if they weren’t here?

She sat on the stage they had made waiting to say her speech and she looked out into the audience, not really listening to the words that the president said. Her watch buzzed and she tried to be discreet about reading it, ‘They just got here.’

She scanned the crowd seeing he rmothers words even though she knew that the possibility of her seeing them was slim to none. She continued to wait impatiently and before she knew it she was standing up and making her way over to the podium.

In the stadium seats, Jack sat next to his mom and leaned over, “I didn’t know she was giving a speech.”

Ellen shrugged and said something with an underlying meaning, “Maybe if you were around a bit more you’d know more things.” Jack furrowed his eyebrows and pulled back from her, he tried to think of some reason on why she would say that but came up empty.

Ellen knew y/n’s speech inside and out and she knew what was coming. Her daughter amde her sit on the phone with her as she read it and revised it for almost a month straight. She could give the speech herself at this point. She watched her daughter play with her fingers nervously before setting them on the podium and flipping through her notecards that she told her that she didn’t need but she didn’t listen anyways, making sure that if she forgot it she had them.

“From a young age, I had always been labeled the outcast. It started out as a joke in my family and eventually more and more people recognized it. Hockey was a big deal in my family from my parents to my older brothers but ran out when it got to me. I have no talent on the ice, I always slept and fell, causing me to be somewhat scared of it.

“That’s where the label came from. ‘How could such a talented, atheltic family include you in it?’ My mom and dad always told me differently. I was talented, just on the field in a non athletic way instead of the ice. I found my home in the band room where all the other outcast and loners fit in. It wasn’t always a big deal for me.

“I spent most days of my life in a hockey arena. The blue and red lines engraved into my mine that I couldn’t forget them even if I tried. I sat next to my mom as I watched my brothers score goals, get assists, get checked into the boards that I wasn’t phased when it happened anymore. I was always there for them.

“I was there for the big moments; when Quinn got drafted to Vancouver, when Jack and Luke got drafted to New Jersey. I was there for each of their debuts, when Quinn and Jack played each other for the first time. I was there for the smaller achievements; the games no one else cared about when they were 12, 10, and 8. When they got a medal for participation, when they got a trophy for their team winning in a peewee hockey league.

“I don’t remember the games I went to, I remember the games I didn’t go to. The ones where Jack fell on the ice, the one where Luke got shoved into the boards and Jack had some- choice words we can say, Quinn’s first game as captain, Quinn’s first win as captain.” Y/n had to stop herself from crying before she moved on.

“The one where the three made history of all three playing each other and I had a panic attack because I was worried that they would be mad at me because I wasn’t there so they spent two hours on the phone with me to calm me down. Those are what I remember.”

Ellen eyed her sons to see both sad and happy expressions on their faces. She knew these next words were going to tear them down.

“But what I also remember are the concerts that they never went to because they had just gotten home from practice or from a game and they were too tired. I didn’t mind, the concerts weren’t as important to me as they were. I moved on. I remember the football games that they didn’t go to because it was friday night and they would rather be somewhere else than watching their little sister play in a high school marching band at a high school football game. I moved on, who cares about high school football anyways.

“I remember my senior night that they weren’t there because they were at school or in the NHL and they had better and bigger things to do. I moved on because their careers were more important. I remember my last concert in high school that they weren’t because of the same reasons. I moved on like I always do.

“When I got to University of Michigan, it was a different story. I met my best friend, y/f/n and I realized that no matter everyone who missed these things there was always somebody there that I cared about there. My parents were at every concert they could be at. My parents were at every football game, at every showcase, at every talent show I was in.

“Y/f/n was there for my college concerts, though I don’t know if she was really there for me or for her boyfriend but I still count it.” This elicits laughs from the crowd and y/n could hear her best friend laughing even from where she stood, “She was there at the football games with a custom jersey with ‘Hughes’ on the back, my name under it so everyone knew that it was me she was cheering for, and my favorite number on it.

“She was there to listen to me complained about being out of tune everyday and hating the way I played during a class. She was there when I had practice claiming that she had no one to hang out with and that she didn’t mind sitting in a room for hours listening to me mess up time and time again. She was there for everything.

“University of Michigan is where I found my home, where I found the true meaning of friendship, where I wasn’t just some outcast of my family just because I couldn’t skate on ice. University of Michigan taught me how to love myself for being different, albeit my parents helped in that too. University of Michigan is where I made the friends that I know will be there for me through anything and everything. This college is where I found my place. And I will forever be grateful for it.

“This was a story I hadn’t told anyone in my life. I didn’t want anyone to get any hate from it because I loved, and still do love them. It wasn’t their fault tehy had a game, it wasn’t their fault they had practice, it wasn’t their fault they were good at hockey, it wasn’t there fault they got drafted. They were simply being them and I was simply being me. A girl who loved her family despite everything. And I am still that little girl.

“But deep down is the girl who got crushed everytime she looked up into the audience or the stands and didn’t see those three faces looking back at me. But it’s okay, I moved on. I moved on to become what I am today, and I couldn’t be more grateful for those moments.” She didn’t want to end the speech on a sad note, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Yet, in the back of her mind there was something nagging at her to say more, so she did.

“I’m not someone who likes quotes, but I have to admit I didn’t know how to write this speech. I turned to google for my help and they said to put a quote in here. I think some quotes, mostly the famous ones, are overused and cringy. But my favorite hockey, besides my mom, is Wayne Gretzky. And no, this isn’t the famous ‘You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take’. This is a quote that I had found when trying to write this speech, one where I wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t for him saying it.

“Wayne Gretzky, one of the greatest, if not the greatest, hockey players to ever live, once said, ‘Procrastination is one of the most common and deadliest of diseases and its toll on success and happiness is heavy’. And it’s true, telling this story right here, right now has lifted a weight off my chest I didn’t even know I had. I want to say one last thank you to the University of Michigan for these psat four years and giving me a load of new friends.”

Y/n waved her hand as she finished and walked back to her seat listening to the applause and light cheers from the crowd with a smile on her face.

Jim and Ellen eyed them throughout the speech but when they took this last glance at them they saw the three of them with tears either falling or still in their eyes. The boys truly didn’t mean to make their sister feel like this, they didn’t want their sister to feel like this. And this was entirely their fault.

✧༺✎༻∞

When the ceremony finished, the graduates exited and so did everyone else. Parents and families running about trying to find their kids. Y/n stood with her friends and took pictures with them, taking pictures of them with their family when asked to. She didn’t mind waiting for anyone and in reality, she wasn’t ready to face her brothers just yet.

It took 20 minutes to find her. Getting out of Michigan stadium wasn’t easy any time they were in there and this was no exception. Y/n was standing by her best friend when they found her. They were laughing and talking about something completely random when Jack came up and hugged her.

She jumped in surprise when she felt the boy hug her, turning around and hugging him back, “Hey Jack. Nice job last night.”

Y/n held a smile on her face but when Jack pulled back and she saw the tears not only in his eyes but her other brothers as well, it dropped. She turned to y/b/f and waved her off with a nod of reassurance and she walked away.

“What’s wrong?” Ellen and Jim stepped away to give their children some space as they talked.

“We’re sorry.” Quinn spoke, stepping in front of his two brothers.

“For what?” Y/n was genuinely confused. When she wrote that speech she never really thought about how her brothers would feel.

“What do you mean ‘for what’?” Jack asked in his all too familiar sassy tone.

“Jack. What we mean is that we’re sorry for everything that we have done, or well didn’t do. We’re sorry we didn’t go to your concert, or games, ro your senior night. We don’t really have an excuse.”

“It’s okay you guys, it doesn’t bother me anymore. I’m just glad you were able to make it today.”

“It might not bother you, but it bothers us y/n/n. We’ve missed so many of your achievements and we didn’t even think about how it impacted you.”

“Guys, I promise you it’s okay. Now if you missed my graduation, there would’ve been some hands thrown.”

The three let out laughs, tears still somewhat in their eyes and the thoughts still eating them up. They didn’t biy her words but for this moment, they didn’t wnat to bring it up. It was supposed to be a happy day and right now y/n seemed happy, she was happy, and they didn’t want to ruin it.

Seeing the four of them give each other hugs, their parents walked back over to give their daughter hugs as well. They took pictures much like every other graduate and their family here. They went out to dinner at y/n’s favorite restaurant and talkd about random nonesense.

These feelings that y/n had harbored for years were finally uncovered and she couldn’t be more happier and prouder than herself for doing it.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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hi hi hi!!! i saw that you were open to shadow and bone requests and i was wondering if you’d be willing to write a nikolai lantsov imagine? just imagine princess!reader being forced into an arranged marriage with the second son of the king of ravka, and instead of going through with it she runs away. she then stumbles upon a particularly charming privateer who just so manages to win over her heart……

Enchanted

Request: hi hi hi!!! i saw that you were open to shadow and bone requests and i was wondering if you’d be willing to write a nikolai lantsov imagine? just imagine princess!reader being forced into an arranged marriage with the second son of the king of ravka, and instead of going through with it she runs away. she then stumbles upon a particularly charming privateer who just so manages to win over her heart…

and: btw I saw your post about sab season 2 and i would like to request something with nikolai. i dont really have any ideas but i love that blonde boy so anything that you'll write with him is going to make me happy- but if its angst please im begging for a happy ending im already depressed because im reading rules of wolves

and: omg omg omg enchanted x nikolai sounds so perfect 😭 literally written for him

Hi! I absolutely adore these requests, thank you for sending them in. And sorry for the long wait, I’ve been a bit busy. And please bear with me while I try and get the hang of writing for Nikolai, this is only my second time. Also, this request was combined with two others, I hope that’s alright, and sorry for anyone who’s request was altered a little bit to fit this story. I’m happy to accept another request if you don’t like this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

(Warnings: arranged marriage, swearing, very very brief angst, very vague suggestive content, drinking, let me know if i missed anything)

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You had nearly begged on your knees when you found out you were to be wed, pleading with your parents’ advisors.

You were no fool. You knew that one day you’d have to marry, and you were prepared to do your duty. A Princess isn’t awarded the luxury of a choice, and you knew any match that was made probably wouldn’t be from a place of love. But you never thought your parents would be prepared to ship you off to a man none of you had ever even laid eyes on, and that’s including the advisors.

A second son, and a rumored bastard at that. It was all happening too fast, and you weren’t having an easy time processing it.

“You can’t send me! We already have an alliance with Ravka, why send me still?”

One of the men had stood, trying to ease you. “You must go, Princess. We may have an alliance, but our forces need to be strengthened. Prince Vasily is already spoken for. Marrying you to Prince Nikolai is the fastest way.”

“I am told he is charming, if it is any consolation,” another man said, though his voice was firmer. “It is time, Princess, for you to do your duty. You will marry.”

You finally relented, your fate beginning to set in. “That’s it, then. When will I be expected to leave?”

There was a moment of silence, and an awkward shuffling of feet as the advisors stood. And then one of the men spoke, sending dread running through you like ice in your veins.

“Your arrival is set for the end of the week. The King and Queen are expecting you.”

—

The journey passed far quicker than you had anticipated. A trip like that should have been grueling, yet each moment felt more fleeting than the last. By the time you arrived on Ravkan soil, you would practically be theirs. Upon your arrival, you were escorted to the Great Hall to meet the King and Queen.

“Moi tsar,” you curtsied, keeping your eyes low. “Moi tsaritsa. It is an honor.”

The words tasted sour on your tongue, but you spoke them anyway. The King and Queen were not known to be the kindest of people, and you’d rather spend your time in a foreign country on the good side of the sovereign.

“Princess,” the King greeted as he stood, his eyes racking your body. “You are as beautiful as they say. My son will be pleased. Unfortunately, your arrival has preceded his. He attended a meeting with our generals, and is set to arrive in a few days. The wedding will be in a fortnight. Until then, please enjoy our hospitality. I look forward to this new found alliance between our great countries.”

“As do I,” you said, forcing a smile.

—

As the days passed, you grew more uneasy. The weight of your duties were beginning to drag you down, and you didn’t know if you could bear the burden any longer.

Nikolai had yet to return to court, but with his inevitable arrival looming, it became harder to face each day. You were practically alone in the castle, having yet to make any friends. And you doubted the arrival of a Prince—the subject of scandalous rumors—would do anything to lessen the loneliness and fear you felt every night.

One evening, the pressure became too great.

Despite your duties, and the anger you knew both countries would feel towards you, you fled. It was a rash decision, and a stupid one at that. But it was the only option that could give you your freedom, so you took it.

It led you all the way down to the harbor, which you briskly made your way to with little more than the clothes on your back.

Your window of opportunity was closing, and you took it. In mere hours, someone would notice you were missing from your room. Guards would be sent all throughout the palace, and they’d track you down if you weren’t quick enough. One way or another, you would marry the second Prince of Ravka. You’d be forced to. And although the thought of being alone in an open country you knew next to nothing about terrified you, it was less terrifying than the thought of being trapped in that castle forever.

So you went. Fled, more accurately. All the way to the harbor, in nothing but a dress and cloak, with a bag of coins hidden in your skirts.

As you approached the harbor, the shout of guards could be heard in the distance. “Spread out! She cannot have gone far.”

The Kingsguard.

You felt your chest tighten as you quickened your pace, pulling your hood over your head. You rushed as inconspicuously as you could, clambering to get as far from the palace as possible. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your wrist.

“What’s the rush for, My Lady? You’re going to hurt yourself running in those shoes,” the woman said, her brows furrowing.

You stopped in your tracks to take her in, realizing she was standing next to a much larger man. She had axes sheathed at her waist, and a confused but intrigued grin.

“Please, excuse me—” You stuttered out, trying to pull away.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” the man said, in a tone much gentler than his appearance. “We mean you no harm. What are you running from?”

“I need to get away from here, and fast,” you pleaded, deciding to trust these people who stopped you.

“That wasn’t an answer to our question,” the woman said, easing her grip.

You let out a frustrated sigh, turning to look over your shoulder before turning back. “Please, I’ll pay you whatever you want. Just let me go. I have to get out of here, and quickly.”

The woman shared a glance with the man, and for a minute, you were beginning to think you had been found out. They somehow recognized you, and would know that the castle guards were looking for you. If that was true, the pair didn’t show it, looking back at you.

“We have a ship,” the man finally said, gesturing behind him. “And a captain. A name you’d perhaps recognize. Sturmhond.”

Sturmhond, you thought to yourself. The richest pirate on the True Sea? What was he doing in a port in Ravka? You shook your head, having no time for questions.

“Would he grant me safe passage? I can pay, I have the means. Please, I need to know if this is my only option of getting out of here. I haven’t done anything illegal, I promise. I just need to go.”

The woman laughed, her relaxed disposition beginning to ease you. “Illegal would have been more fun. Don’t worry, Princess. We’ll take you to our captain. You’ll be safe with us.”

Your eyes widened, and you stepped back to retreat, when the man raised his hands in surrender.

“We mean you no harm, Princess. Clearly, you’re in trouble, and we have the means to get you away from the palace.”

“Trust me,” the woman said, offering you her hand. “We have no wish to return to the palace.. I’m sure our captain isn’t too keen, either.”

You looked between the ship and back at the castle uneasily, when you heard another shout coming from the guards marching through the village. You turned towards the man and woman, who you just realized looked very similar. Siblings, perhaps, who had just gotten back from a journey at sea.

“Sturmhond is quite the character, but he’s a good man. You have my word,” the man said.

“Alright,” you said, making your decision as you took the woman’s hand. “I’ll go. Thank you, uh…”

You trailed off, making the man smile. He led you towards a nearby ship, helping you climb your way onto it.

“I’m Tolya, and that’s my sister Tamar. We’re part of Sturmhond’s crew. Come along, he’ll want to meet you.”

They quickly led you aboard a ship, ushering the crew to cast off. The crew looked around with confused faces, but listened anyway. As the ship slowly left the harbor, you were led downstairs to the cabins below.

“Captain,” Tamar called, knocking on the first doorway below deck, before opening the door herself.

“Do you want to tell me why my ship is moving away from the dock?” Sturmhond asked without turning around, shuffling through his cabin as he pulled on his coat.

You cleared your throat. “That would be because of me, I think.”

Sturmhond turned around at the sound of your voice, his eyes widening as he took you in. “I don’t believe it. Good evening, Princess. I do hope you are well. Tamar and Tolya have treated you kindly, I expect?”

You shrunk under his gaze, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Is my title that easy to spot? You’re the second to figure it out, is it something I’m doing?”

“Tamar has a keen eye,” Sturmond shrugged, grinning. “But you’re also wearing an evening gown fit for court, and the jewels around your neck could buy a small country. Those things aren’t exactly subtle, darling. Even with that cloak.”

You nodded, still nervous but relaxing with his calm demeanor. “I was told you could grant me passage away from the palace? I can pay, I don’t expect you to do this out of the kindness of your heart. But seeing as we’ve already left the harbor, I don’t think you have any other option but to take me with you. Unless you intend on throwing me overboard into the bay, although I’ll thank you kindly not to do that.”

“In that dress? You’d sink to the bottom, darling. There’s no need to worry, Princess. You’ll stay dry on deck, that I can assure you,” he chuckled, motioning for you to sit.

“We’ll inform the crew our trip has been extended,” Tamar announced, pulling Tolya behind her to leave the cabin.

You sat in the chair on the other side of Sturmhond’s desk, and he sat across from you. He offered you a kind smile, one that surprised you. You had heard plenty about the infamous privateer. You hadn’t expected him to be this young and handsome. His reputation matched that of an old tycoon, not of what appeared to be an ex soldier. He looked at you with curiosity, motioning for you to speak.

“So, would you like to explain to me why my ship is sailing back out to sea? Not that I’m upset or anything, I was dreading my return to Ravka myself. But as I understand it, you were asked to come to Ravka to strengthen a political alliance—”

“And how would you know about that?” You interrupted, raising a brow.

He smiled, shrugging. “I have my ways. It pays to know lots of things about lots of things. Including which Princesses are being married off to far away royalty.”

“Do you know him?” You asked, your voice a little unstable. “The Prince, I mean. Nikolai. I could hardly find anyone who knew him, and any knowledge of him was limited. I went into this alliance blind, thanks to my parents and advisors.”

Sturmhond’s grin widened as he nodded. “I do know him, yes. We were briefly acquainted some time ago.”

“And?”

“He’s alright,” Sturmhond laughed, leaning back in his seat. “Dashingly handsome. A bit cocky for my taste, perhaps a little spoiled, but what royalty isn’t, right? No offense.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “None taken.”

“I suppose you’re lucky in that you’re set to marry him, and not the Crown Prince. Vasily is—how should I put this—well…”

“A bastard?” You finished, making Sturmhond chuckle, nodding.

“He is, yes. Nikolai is, in another manner of speaking, the same as well. Is that why you’re running? You don’t want to risk your reputation on a second son who may not even be the second son?”

Sturmhond looked at you through curious eyes, although there was a little apprehension in them. A little vulnerability that you didn’t quite know what to make of. You shook your head, inadvertently easing his thoughts.

“It’s just rumors, Sturmhond. Whether there is any truth to them, I don’t know, and I don’t care. History records names, not blood. A true Lantsov or not, it doesn’t matter to me. It’s not Nikolai’s fault who his true parents are, and he shouldn’t have to bear the consequences of their actions. All that matters to my parents is what he means for my country. His reputation doesn’t affect that.”

“And what matters to you?” Sturmhond asked, his eyes softening. “Your secrets are safe with me, and I promise to not throw you overboard for whatever your answers are. Why are you running, Princess?”

You sat in silence for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh. Sturmhond politely waisted for you to start, nodding encouragingly for you to speak.

You fiddled with your hands in your lap nervously. “Nikolai’s blood doesn’t matter to me, truly. All that really matters is that he has a kind heart, and he makes living at Ravkan court for the rest of my life more bearable.”

Sturmhond nodded as he listened intently. You continued.

“From what I hear, he’s a perfectly good man. Compared to my list of options, he was probably the best I could have hoped for.”

“Was? Or is? Do you intend on running forever? Seems like a waste of time in what is already a fleeting existence, Princess,” he said quietly.

“I know,” you nodded, growing frustrated. “I don’t know why I did it. I just thought about being alone at court for the rest of my life, and even the promise of a semi decent Prince wasn’t enough to ease my fears. I just wanted control over my own life for once, you know? My own freedom. It was a rash decision, I admit. But it seems to be working well in my favor so far.”

Sturmhond nodded, standing up from his desk to pour two glasses of whiskey. You downed yours the second he placed it in front of you, deciding it was better to let the second one sit when he refilled your glass.

“And Nikolai? What are his thoughts on the matter?”

You shrugged, fiddling with the glass. “I don’t know. He hasn’t been at court since I arrived. I have yet to meet him. Although, once he hears of me running, I’m sure any first impressions he could have had of me are ruined.”

“I don’t know about that.”

You raised a brow, coaxing him to continue. “Really? Why is that?”

“From what I hear, Nikolai isn’t really one for court, either,” he started, shrugging. “He runs when he gets the chance, too. Why do you think he’s away from court so often?”

You pondered the thought for a minute. “I don’t know. I always assumed his duties took him elsewhere. He’s not the Crown Prince, so he doesn’t need to remain in the palace. He serves in the First Army, doesn’t he?”

Sturmhond nodded, grinning. “He does. Or, to put it more accurately, he did. I think he just loiters around neighboring countries until his Mother forces him to come home and make an appearance now.”

You chuckled, letting out a deep sigh. “Isn’t that a treat? Coming home for the first time in months, only to find out your bride to be has run away.”

“With a face like that, I doubt he’ll care much about anything once he sees you.”

You felt the heat creep to your cheeks at his words, setting your eyes to your lap to avoid Sturmhond’s heavy gaze. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he breathed out a laugh.

“Besides, I’m told the Prince isn’t expected back at court for a few more days. Plenty of time for you to decide whether or not you want me to turn this ship around. Who would I be to deny a Princess?”

You smiled, your voice soft. “And if I don’t want to turn around?”

“Well, you’re paying me. I don’t really care either way, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go,” he said, grinning as he topped your glass off. “But just between you and me, I’d do it for free. Anything for a pretty face like that. Just don’t go telling everyone I said that, I have a reputation to maintain.”

You laughed, nodding. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

—

You spent the next few days on the ship, feeling more and more at ease the further you made it from Ravkan shores.

At night, you longed for home.

Not for you parents, or any of their advisors. But for your own bed—not on a constantly rocking ship—and the familiar trill of the birds outside your window on dewy mornings. For the library in the East Wing people seemed to forget was even there, and the soup the cooks would make when a chill was in the air. For the gardens midmorning where you could escape to when you wanted to avoid all the guards constantly watching you.

Sturmhond did a good job at keeping you distracted from saddening thoughts, though. It was sweet of him, really. Making sure you had someone with you during the day, taking all his meals with you in the evening.

Your time on the ship was the most relaxed you had been in a long time, actually, which you attributed to him.

Sturmhond had quite the representation amongst high society—or any society, really—and he certainly met your expectations. He was charming, and attractive. Clever and ambitious, like everyone said he was.

You hadn’t expected him to be as attentive as he is, however. He seemed to really enjoy a new guest on the ship, one that could keep up with his banter. He didn’t make you feel like a burden like your parents so often did, actually including you in his daily routine.

Tolya and Tamar were great, too. Kind, and funny. Fiercely loyal and protective, both of their captain and of each other. They were the kind of friends you hoped to make during your time in Ravka.

So far, it was off to a good start.

As the days moved on, you found yourself growing closer to Sturmhond. You tried to stop yourself in the beginning. Despite not wanting it for yourself, you were engaged to Nikolai. Falling for another man wasn’t exactly a good thing for your future

But that damned smile.

His ridiculously attractive smile, and his stupid mop of hair that had only gotten longer from his time at sea. The infuriating way he’d look at you and make you want to shrink away from his gaze, but you could never bring yourself to look away. The obnoxious green emerald ring he wore that could probably buy a small village.

He had charmed you, despite your reservations, and you were practically head over heels. It scared the absolute shit out of you.

Tamar had of course noticed already, confronting you about it one night after dinner. She joined you on deck, sitting next to you on a crate as you watched the stars twinkle in the sky. They were so visible out at sea, away from all the lights and clutter of the cities.

“You’re not hiding anything from me, you know,” she smirked, sneaking your flask away to take a few sips from it.

You feigned innocence, shaking your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tamar.”

“Come on, darling. Let’s skip the bluffing…you like him. It’s so obvious.”

“Saints, I hope not,” you groaned, scrunching your nose up at the thought of Sturmhond finding out.

Tamar grinned at your embarrassment, chuckling. “Don’t worry. I may not swing that way, but I know the look when I see it. He’s all puppy dog eyes and desperate looks of longing when he sees you. It’s gross, really. I can actually hear his heart skip a beat when he sees you. He likes you, too. I’d stake money on it.”

You swallowed down your excitement, trying to think rationally. “Don’t even joke about that, it’s not funny.”

“I’m serious! You’re a catch, Princess. He may be my captain, but he’d be a fool not to want you.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, but we can stop there,” you nervously chuckled. “We don’t need this going to my head. I’ll do something stupid like staying on this boat forever.”

She grinned, nudging your shoulder with hers. “Would that be so bad?”

—

The next few days, you couldn’t get Tamar’s words out of your head. You went on with your routine with Sturmhond as usual, trying not to put much thought into it.

Your feelings for him were true, that’s for sure.

And when you’d catch him looking at you from across the deck, you’d swear by the look in his eye that he felt something for you, too. What it was, exactly, you didn’t know.

But it was something.

On your last evening before you had to make a decision about where you wanted to go, you skipped dinner. You couldn’t bring yourself to go along with your usual banter with Sturmhond, beginning to feel guilty about just how close and comfortable you’d gotten with him.

You still had a duty to your country and your family, which meant at least a little to you. Plus, it wasn’t fair to make a promise to Prince Nikolai, only to leave him hanging when he returned to Ravka.

You were leaning against the deck railing, watching the way the moonlight bounced over the still waters. So lost in thought, you almost didn’t register Sturmhond’s approaching footsteps.

“A bit chilly for stargazing, isn’t it?” He asked, coming to stand next to you.

You turned to see him, smiling when you noticed he was wearing his signature blue coat. You couldn’t remember a time since you met that he wasn’t dressed to the nines, no matter what time of day it was.

“You know, for a pirate, you don’t really look like one.”

He grinned, gently correcting you. “A privateer, darling, not a pirate. There’s a difference, I assure you.”

“Ah, a privateer. How could I have forgotten?” You chuckled, hugging yourself in an effort to shield your arms from the biting cold. “But seriously. The emerald on your finger is the size of a walnut, and that coat is fit for royalty. I find it hard to believe a privateer does well enough to afford things as nice as those.”

“Maybe I’m just good at my job,” he retorted, that signature smirk on his face.

It was enough to stir butterflies in your stomach, making you turn to look back out at the water. His gaze lingered on you a moment, and you could feel the heat creeping up to your cheeks under the weight of his stare.

“You’re cold,” he observed, breaking the silence.

“I’m fine,” you tried to say, but Sturmhond interrupted you.

“I can practically hear your teeth chattering,” he laughed, shrugging his coat from his shoulders. “Here. Seeing as my coat is fit for royalty, as you say, I think it’ll suit you better.”

“Sturmhond—”

“Princess,” he mirrored, smirking when you relented, letting him place it around your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

You turned away from the water to face him, leaning back against the bannister. His eyes flitted up and down your form at his coat wrapped around shoulders, before his eyes met yours. He took a seat on the crate behind him, leaning back and settling into the post next to him. It was quiet a moment before he finally spoke.

“You weren’t in your cabin at dinner. Where have you been?”

You sighed, fiddling with the sleeve of his coat. “Thinking.”

“Thinking? About what?”

“About my future,” you said shakily, shoulders slumping. “Both the imminent one, and the one to follow based on what I decide tonight.”

Sturmhond nodded, seemingly lost in thought. “I’ve been thinking about that, too, if I’m being honest.”

You raised a brow at his words. He’d been thinking about your future? He’d been thinking about you? The thought was both intriguing and terrifying, and you hoped the confusion on your face wasn’t too apparent.

“Well, I…I’m sorry, what?”

“Your future directly impacts me,” he quickly corrected, suddenly steeling his face and meeting your confusion with his usual grin. “Where you go I go, remember? You are paying me, after all.”

You tried to hide your disappointment, forcing a smile. It was a foolish hope to have, that he’d think something more of you. But it wasn’t a hope you were ready to give up.

Not just yet, at least.

He seemed to notice your disappointment, brows furrowing. “Have I upset you?”

“No,” you quickly replied, trying to brush it off with a laugh. “No, it’s not you. I’m just not quite sure what I should do. I know you need an answer, and Ravka needs an answer, but…I don’t have one yet.”

“Why?”

You shook your head, sighing in frustration. “Earlier, I had more than halfway made up my mind. I value my freedom, but I think I value my dignity more. I don’t think I could go anywhere and face anyone, knowing I’ve turned my back on my duties. It may have not been a promise I made for myself personally, but it is a promise I had every intention of keeping.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” He asked, a genuine look of concern on his face.

His eyes softened on you as your face fell, and you turned away from him as you felt heat creep up to your cheeks. You could hear him stand and approach you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Princess?” He asked, only worsening your embarrassment.

He spoke again, finally getting you to acknowledge him. “You’re worrying me, darling. Surely it cannot be that bad.”

“But it is,” you groaned, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes to stave off the tears you could feel brewing.

“Try me,” he said gently, carefully placing a hand on your arm. “You can tell me the truth. What’s stopping you from returning to Ravka?”

You could feel his touch even through the coat, which struck you like a punch to the gut when you remembered it was, in fact, his coat you were wearing. And to make it worse, that damned grin was on his face as he spoke with such a genuine kindness in his voice that it made you want to cry.

You finally met his eyes, taking a sharp breath. Shit, you thought to yourself. You were really going to admit it. He eagerly awaited your response, which you finally managed to utter.

“You.”

He sucked in a breath, withdrawing his hand. He looked up at the sky for a moment, before taking another breath and turning back to you.

“Me?” He asked.

“You,” you said again, exasperatedly laughing. “You, and your ridiculous clothes, and your infuriating charm, and your kindness and ambition…that damned smile.”

Sturmhond’s cheeks flushed, and he took a step back, although he was grinning like a fool. He couldn’t stop himself if he tried. You didn’t dare speak, waiting for him to say something. After an agonizing moment of silence, he leaned against the bannister, letting out a chuckle.

“What?” You forced yourself to ask, preparing yourself for his answer.

“Saints, Princess…you’ve gone and done it now.”

You shook your head, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. “What?”

“You’ve managed to outdo me. On my own ship. Quite the feat, I’ll give you that,” he laughed, still grinning.

You narrowed your eyes, still shaking your head. “Sturmhond, I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re saying to me right now. Will you do the honor of enlightening me, or are you going to stand there grinning at me all night?”

“You like my grin,” he mused, making you flush.

He spoke again, saving you from your embarrassment. “And it just so happens that I like yours, too. I like all of you. Very much so indeed, Princess.”

Your heart lurched into your throat at his words, and you had to grab ahold of the bannister behind you to keep yourself steady. He placed his hand over top of yours, his palm warming yours.

“I cannot believe you beat me to the punch. It’s rude to upstage a captain on his own ship. You’re lucky you’re royalty. I’ll allow it just this once.”

You had just now calmed your breathing, beginning to take in the weight of his words, and what it meant for you both. “Sturmhond, I—”

“I have a confession to make,” he suddenly said in a very serious tone, startling you. “I don’t mean to interrupt you, but I must tell you something before either of us share something we can’t take back.”

“Alright…” You said uneasily.

Carefully, he took your hand in his, giving it a squeeze. You let him hold it, waiting for him to speak. Absentmindedly, you comfortingly ran your thumb along the back of his hand, silently reassuring him.

“My name isn’t Sturmhond,” he finally said, the nerves in his voice the worst you had ever heard them.

Trying not to jump to any hasty conclusions, you nodded, squeezing his hand once more. “Alright…if it isn’t Sturmhond, then what is it?”

“Well, technically it is, but it also isn’t. It’s just a nickname—” He rambled, and you placed your other hand on top of his to stop him.

“I gathered that much. What else are you trying to tell me? Go on, you can say it.”

He took a deep breath, his voice soft. “It’s true that people call me Sturmhond, but I’m much better known for my birth name…Nikolai. Nikolai Lantsov.”

The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning. You tried not to flinch in his grasp, but you knew he could feel you stiffen. You cleared your throat, feeling your voice begin to grow hoarse

“Nikolai Lantsov…as in Prince Nikolai Lantsov, second son of the Ravkan throne? Moi tsarevich,” you croaked out, attempting to curtsy.

“Please,” Nikolai said, holding both your hands in his to keep you from bowing. “There is no need for such formalities, darling. If anything, I should be the one bowing to you.”

You stood up straight, shaking your head. “We’re long past that, don’t you think?”

He chuckled, nodding. “I suppose so.”

The reality of your situation began to set in, and you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling along with him. He smiled at the sound, raising a brow.

“What is it?”

“I suppose my little dilemma is solved then,” you said, shrugging. “I was beginning to spiral, thinking my annoying habit of not being able to contain my feelings had ruined any decision I could have made. But of course—in your usual fashion—you’ve managed to upstage me. As is your right, it is your ship, after all. Well, I suppose there’s no decision to make now. At least, I think there isn’t…right?”

Any nerves you had mustered up were immediately squashed when Nikolai brought his hands up to cup your face, running his thumbs across the tops of your cheeks.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’d take you wherever you wanted to go. All I can hope now is that you’ll allow me to join you…wherever that is.”

You brought a hand up to rest against his wrist. “Don’t you want to go home? You’re expected back in Ravka any day now.”

“I love my country, but I’m in no hurry to return. You’ve told me multiple times how dreadful court was for you—”

“That doesn’t matter,” you quickly said, squeezing his wrist.

“Of course it does! I cannot ask you to return to a country you’ll be miserable in for the rest of your days for a man you barely know.”

“It’s a good thing you aren’t asking, then,” you reaffirmed, giving him a smile. “I told you. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. I said that I was afraid I would be all alone at court, and that I was afraid the man I am promised to wouldn’t want a life with me.”

“What a fool he’d have to be to not want that,” Nikolai joked, making your grin widen.

You continued to reassure him, not convinced that he was believing your words.

“You say that you’ll follow me wherever I go. Well, I want to go with you. Wherever that is. And I want you to go home. I may have not known you for long, but I’ve been around you long enough to know that you won’t truly be content if you’re tied to my wishes. And I know you’re too stubborn to admit that, so I’ll tell you my wishes, and I need you to believe me. I wish to be with you. I wish for you to return to wherever feels like home, and I wish for you to take me with you. If that’s Ravka, then Ravka will be home. Court will become much more bearable with you there. And if it begins to become too much, I know a certain privateer that can whisk us away for a few days.”

He was doing it again. Smiling like an idiot. He seemed to be in disbelief at your words, this being one of the very few times in his life that he couldn’t find the right words to say.

“I didn’t mean to trick you, Princess. I should have told you who I was from the beginning.”

You shook your head. “I don’t blame you, Nikolai. If I was given the chance, I wouldn’t have told you who I really was, either. At least, not until I knew I could trust you. I would have done the same as you did. It’s alright.”

“I can’t believe my luck,” he grinned, taking your hand. “How is it that my betrothed managed to stumble upon my ship the very hour I returned to Ravka?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not one to believe in fate, and it sounds impossible.”

“Not impossible…improbable,” he corrected, smirking when you playfully narrowed your eyes up at him.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile at your turn of luck. “Are we doing this? Are you going home to Ravka?”

“Are we going home, you mean? I can’t be expected to abandon my betrothed when she turns out to be the single most invigorating person I’ve ever met, now can I?”

“You cannot,” you agreed.

A comfortable moment of silence passed between you both, and you looked down at his hands as you held them in yours. The familiar glint of green on his finger made you chuckle.

“I knew it, by the way,” you added, grinning. “This coat and that ring are far too ridiculous for a privateer. They’re fit for royalty. Fit for a Lantsov.”

“Am I to understand that you’re not interested in a Lantsov emerald for your engagement ring?” He asked, smirking when you quickly shook your head.

You laughed, pulling his hand closer to inspect his ring. “I said nothing of the sort. I was merely observing how ridiculous it is, as well as this coat. But I’m still wearing it, aren’t I? If I’m going to be married to a ridiculous man, I should begin preparing now, shouldn’t I?”

He narrowed his eyes, playfully jutting his chin up at you. “You just like the coat and want to keep it. It’s alright, darling, you can admit it. We can have your own fitted for you, all you have to do is ask.”

Nikolai gripped the hem of your sleeve, tugging you closer by the arm of his coat. You let him pull you, chuckling nervously when he drew you nearer.

“I admit nothing, only that my future husband has a taste I will have to acquire. But I’m sure I’m up for the task. We have all the time in the world now, don’t we?”

“We do,” he smiled, settling his hands around your waist. “Although I’ll have to admit, I don’t think we know each other well enough to become husband and wife.”

You tensed under his hold, and he quickly retracted his statement, shaking his head. He didn’t give you enough time to truly panic, interrupting your train of thought.

“And that’s perfectly fine, darling. Like you said, we have all the time in the world to get to know each other. I think I’d like to take advantage of that starting now. After all, it is our last night on the ship, isn’t it? At least, I assume it is. I expect you’ll want to set a course for Ravka now. Unless you’d rather I get down on one knee, and make a big show of it first. I can do that, if you wish.”

“I certainly wouldn’t stop you,” you chuckled, letting your hands rest on top of his as your tone shifted to a more serious note. “Are we really doing this, Nikolai? Returning to Ravka? Getting married?”

He smiled wider, a twinkle in his eye as he looked down at you. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you stepped foot on my ship, the second I laid eyes on you. And I’ve wanted you more every day since. I’m not one to believe in fate either, but I do think the Saints may have gifted you to me. Who knows what I did to deserve it, but you most definitely won’t find me questioning their will if you’re the result.”

You felt your heart swell at his words. He was right. Of all the ships in the harbor, his was the one you found yourself on. Of all the captains in Ravka, he was the one who took you in. The man you were supposed to marry, and you found yourself falling for him long before you even knew who he truly was. If that isn’t fate, then what is?

“I’ll take all the influence from the Saints I can get when it comes to explaining to your parents why I’ve disappeared right out from under them,” you said with a groan, leaning into him.

Nikolai chuckled, holding you close. “My Mother will forget all about it when she sees my future safely secured with marriage. There is no need to worry, trust me.”

“I may not have to worry about her, but I do need to worry about Tamar,” you said, letting out a pained chuckle. “I think she staked money on our little situation.”

“She most definitely did. I expect Tolya will be paying up when they hear the news. Who should break it to him?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “I think that duty lies with you, as my future husband. If I’m going to have to listen to Tamar’s endless bragging about being right, then you should have to take half the burden in the form of telling Tolya. That’s how marriage works, isn’t it? Half and half. It’s only fair.”

It was his turn to groan now as he pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, taking yours in the other.

“Alright, I’ll do it, but you have to accompany me. I think your presence will help soften the blow. What do you say, darling? After all…it’s only fair.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, squeezing his hand. “If I must. You’re lucky you’re pretty, Lantsov.”

“Darling, I’m lucky for a lot more than that,” he smiled endearingly, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

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