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boobav · 1 year

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Medical Attention

Cole Cassidy x Reader

a/n: why are there so many bj fics and never handjob ones I think we need to start addressing this in the fanfic community...

content: smut (handjob), a bit of blood, un-established relationship, afab!reader

word count: 3.5k

Bullets spewed from what appeared to be the cliffs themselves, pinging off metal and digging into wood all around your crumpled form; you twitched at every impact, at every sound, and instinctually budged up closer to the man taking cover beside you. Your thoughts were racing at useless speeds- how had you not noticed your attackers sooner? How had someone like you ended up in such a tight situation? It really was a sucker-punch to the ego your career had carefully cultivated up until now. Another bullet smacked into the metal behind your ear and sent it ringing painfully- but you had to think of something unless you felt like fucking dying- which, unsurprisingly, wasn't on the agenda. Your eyes skimmed back over the area as if they hadn't done so a million times, squinting through the riled-up dust and reflections of sunlight. Dilapidated buildings were spotted about the area, 24/7 neon signs dead in the daylight, but no, none of this scenery struck a cord with the escapist spirit in you.

You spoke, words spilling out as liquid, "How the hell are we getting out of this Cass?" His sharp eyes darted to yours, shadowed by the cowboy hat that had to be replaced bi-weekly due to bullet holes. A cigar was notably absent from his parted lips, typical behaviour when he was, for once, taking a situation seriously.

"We're gonna make for that buildin' sugar, after I chuck this," He raised a blue flashbang to your vision as another flurry of bullets ricocheted off your flimsy cover, "Lady's parked up ahead, we can make it, I bet."

You would've scoffed if the situation was anything but this, "Your bike?"

"Uh-huh. You ready?" Your eyes ran to the weighty shift in his hips, and you nodded an affirmative. Whether this was gonna work or not it was the best bet you had, really. Cassidy's sweat-lines brows furrowed deeper, and without another ounce of hesitation he tore the grenade's pin off with his teeth, proceeding then to lob it backwards. Someone shouted, a sound so shrill it almost sounded like a fire alarm, and as the crackling-sound erupted, Cass grabbed your wrist and forced you into a wild sprint across the gravel road. Your boots kicked up dirt as they pounded against the ground, dry air forcing that grime to cling to your clothing in moss-like clumps. Cass didn't break his grip once, forcing you to adopt his relentless pace, and right as you reached your destination, he, with a messy harshness, threw you into the open doorway before himself. A single bullet shot into the open air, whistling like a stock-sound effect, and it forced from your partner a strangled cry as he dove through the doorway. Poisonous panic filled your veins- but it was swiftly knocked out by the cowboy landing unceremoniously on top of you. Every ounce of air was expelled from your lungs in an instant, and your lungs worked overtime to gulp back replacements. Note to self: never, ever expect grace in this job.

"You get hit?" You spoke in an exhale, hands tugging at Cass' belt to drag him and yourself deeper into the wooden building.

"Sure as hell feels like it," He grunted, rolling off you to lean against the wall and examine his left leg; you scrambled up too, wary of the time limitations, and ripped off a strip of your relatively-clean undershirt. Cole's eyes were watching you with an acute intensity, but you were so focused on wrapping his leg that you didn't even notice.

You pulled the shirt-made-bandage into a knot, "No it just skimmed you, lucky since I haven't a clue how to drive a motorbike. Come on cowboy." Upon standing, you tugged Cass up too; in any other moment you would've made fun of the uncharacteristically pathetic whimper that left his throat, but seeing as he'd been shot, you shut up. "You can walk?"

"'Course I can." His gaze met yours as you stood face-to-face, "Whilst it's numb anyway. Come on,"

He lead you out the rustic building's side-entrance, and whilst the wind whipped up the empty town's street, the two of you snuck from house to house until reaching one painted in peeling white. The town itself seemed utterly deserted, a sad old mess really, but it had its charms. That flickering café sign, for example, had a strangely comforting aura about it... Though it was rather hard to enjoy whilst being pursued by a group of bandits. You pressed inside the white building- but Cass grabbed hold of your wrist and held a finger to his lips. There was someone outside, moving as quietly as you, so apparently your pursuers had split up to quicken their search. A smart move. Usually.

You moved on, one tentative foot in front of the other, and when the footsteps outside made it clear that their owner was about to breach the building, you pressed yourself smoothly besides the door, silent, ready. The stranger's cowboy hat poked in first, and with a satisfying 'smack' a moment later, you pistol whipped him into oblivion. Oblivion meaning sleep, of course.

Cassidy flashed you a slightly alarmed smile, "You sure you didn't kill him with that swing?"

"Mm, I'm sure. Maybe next time." He tilted his head in a sort of... Apprehensive approval and pushed you through the door by the small of your back, ushering you along.

"Alright, let's pick up the pace. Not long now." His southern drawl did nothing to add to the urgency, in fact, it did the exact opposite, which tended to be the case so often it had to be purposeful. Sometimes you really did question his attitude to life. It was distinctly casual, distinctly nonchalant as if his life wasn't in danger every week- which it most definitely was. Still... He was skilled, smart in his own way, cute too, if you dared say it. So sticking alongside him wasn't too difficult a task.

The rest of the short journey went quickly and smoothly; the midday sun beat down upon your sweating back whilst objects wavered uncertainly in the distance, but, despite the difficulty scorching heat brought with it, you kept moving. Soon enough you made it to Cassidy's horrendously parked motorbike, wincing as he tested his damaged leg. The dusty cliffs stared down at the two of you, looming but providing little shade, and as the bike spun into motion a figure emerged on a nearby clifftop; your eyes narrowed, your breath stilled, and in a split-second you drew your gun and fired once. The enemy's own bullet skid past your face, bristling past a strand of hair, and they went down with a distant thud as your shot connected with their leg. Your exhale was long as you pressed your head against Cass' back, arms wrapping together around his torso. Safety, you hoped, would come without further fire. Well at any rate, you were much too tired and lazy to pick your gun from its holster again, so maybe you'd be swerving around dodging bullets for the next hour.

"Glad we're on the same side, pumpkin." Cass chuckled, metal arm patting your thigh in congrats, but, despite your laugh, your eyes were trained solely on the dark stain spreading methodically, thread by thread, over your companion's dark jeans.

The ride to the safehouse was calm, breezy even. The wind rushed through your hair, cooling you considerably, a gracious gift in this sweltering heat. Buildings and homes rushed by, each soon becoming a small dot in the background of your picturesque ride. The world and its inhabitants appeared fleetingly, mirages of another life, and you were far more content than you'd like to admit. Freedom encased you, lifted you into higher spirits, and with Cassidy mumbling stupid little stories to the air, this feeling was greatly accentuated. Heaven, in this moment, was completely real to you. Your partner shifted his leg, causing a hitch in his breathing; you looked down through your lashes, cringing against his shoulder as you stared at the drying blood stain. That, perhaps, was not so heavenly.

Luckily, the dusty safehouse was right around the bend. Cass parked outside in his usual sloppy manner, and with his metal arm slung over your sore shoulder, the two of you stumbled inside.

"Alright, sit-" You grunted in exertion, "Right there. I'll grab the medkit." Cassidy collapsed onto the couch, head thrown back in the throes of post-adrenaline-realization. You dashed off, returning near instantaneously, ruby med-kit in hand, and proceeded to settle onto the floor to be in-line with his wound. There was no time to waste, seeing as if this thing got infected it would become a much larger issue. Cass stared down at you through his lashes, watched as you carefully pulled off his armour plating, carefully rolled up his jeans. He hissed through clenched teeth as the reddened edge of the cut hit fresh air.

"Slow down sweet- shit stings more than I thought it would." You obliged, but it's not like you could've kept moving anyway. The bullet had skimmed him at a weird angle, below the knee and not easily accessible. If you'd tried to tug his jeans up further it would probably hurt...

"I think you're gonna have to take your pants off."

"What now?" The instant shock on the cowboy's face was enough to make you double over laughing- and he joined in with that strange chuckle one does when not quite understanding a joke.

Your laughter faded, and you choked out words, "I said you need to take these off," You unrolled the jean leg and pinched it, "I can't get to that cut properly otherwise." You were slightly embarrassed at the words leaving your mouth, but your mind was prioritizing getting this issue dealt with before worrying about strange fantasies. Cass stared down at you, an adorably dumbstruck look plastered on his face, but it was soon replaced with a mild amusement.

"Alright then." His deft fingers moved to unbuckle his belt and the infamous 'BAMF' buckle clinked against itself. "I think 'ure lyin' just to see me half-naked."

"What! You're projecting real hard, Cole." He just chuckled, then shrugged, a wide smile now taking residence on his bearded face. "Stop smiling and take your goddamn pants off!"

"Alright, alright. Yes ma'am." His light eyes flicked to yours with undertones of slight uncertainty, but a sly grin stayed present. It was too infectious- you had to smile back at the stupid man, but, despite all the joking around, you felt an almost teenage nervousness taking hold of your heart.

Cass' belt slid through the loops of his jeans, smoothly, and then clattered to the floor as he discarded it. The button of his jeans came next, popping open with directions from his metal hand, and then his zip slid with a satisfying sound. You realized you were staring, and glanced away, eyes finding perch on some ugly painting you'd never noticed before- Christ it was ugly. Who had thought putting that up was a good idea?

By now Cassidy had shucked off his hat, boots and now stood, kicking off his jeans with all the grace of a three legged dog; he made a low noise through his teeth as the fabric detached from the drying wound. Whilst he was at it he pulled off the armour on his chest, but he treated it with a bit more care than his poor belt. It found perch on the floor, and with that done, he fell back into his comfortable couch position, exhaling in the pleasure of having an un-burdened chest.

He sat now, leaning back with his hands over the back of the couch, in black boxers and a casual undershirt. It's not like you hadn't seen him like this before... You had. Maybe once or twice. But your relationship tended to be relatively professional, relatively business-focused. Whenever, even for the briefest second, it went further, you felt the sharp constrictions of a heart that did not want a 'business relationship'. And that, especially in this economy, was a red flag. A red flag that was on fire and waving around desperately in the desert wind.

His voice pulled you back to reality, "How's it lookin' Doc?"

"Not terrible. Isn't too deep, either." You got up to fetch a little towel from the bathroom, wetted it, and returned to your post. "But it's gonna mess you up for a week or so." The white towel reddened as you brushed it gently over his upper-calf, wetting the tanned skin and blood-speckled hair; your movements were gentle, probably considered by most to be caresses. As you swept directly over the cut he sucked in a harsh breath- but you dared not look up and make eye-contact. You wrapped up the wound after cleaning it thoroughly, round-and-round the bandage went before being tied into a neat little knot. Cass had said barely a word during this process, and, seeing as he usually never shut up, that was rather concerning. Brief, throaty noises of pain were all that came from him; there had never really been a problem of tension between the two of you, but right now, in this odd moment where you lay kneeling on the floor packing up a med-kit in front of a modern-day gunslinger, the air felt thicker than mud. It made you feel something you'd never felt before in this mans presence: self-consciousness. Your kept your eyes to the floor, not looking up once whilst closing the kit- and finally, as you stood and took a fleeting look at your partner, you realized exactly why he was unable to form words.

He was hard.

His entire body was brutally tense. He was no longer slack against the couch but sitting almost completely upright. The only thing giving away his living status was the shallow breathing of his chest. You had no fucking clue what to say or do and, oh god, when he finally met your gaze it felt as though you'd fall right to the ground and pass away. Though, that would be extremely embarrassing, so you avoided it.

You decided to mutter some nonsense, seeing as he was clearly struggling to say anything. "It's... Normal... For that to happen." Was it though? Was it normal to get hard over your friend dressing your painful wound? Probably not.

He cleared his throat, his words coming out strained, "Yeah... I don't-" But he couldn't finish. His head fell, an awkward cringe disappearing with it.

Fucking hell.

You felt a years worth of unrealized fantasy wash over you in a tidal wave; you had to do something, now. Did you want to escalate this thing from a business relationship? You almost laughed at the thought- if this was anything like a business relationship, you wouldn't have been on the floor tending over him like a concerned lover in the first place; he certainly could've dealt with the problem himself. Blood was rushing through your ears and right as Cassidy was about to stand and condemn himself to a torturous bubble of embarrassment- you spoke with stunted words.

"I can help. With that." His face returned from its sullen position, confusion with an edge of shock present on it; his lips moved beneath his beard, attempting to form words, and in this brief silence you were almost overcome with grief at what you'd said. What if it really was normal, and he thought the idea of doing anything with you was preposterous? What if he was chaste as a monk and you had just offended his honour?

"You-" He breathed out a chuckle, finally responding, "You sure 'bout that?"

Relief rushed through you, an antidote to the overthinking, "I'm sure."

Cass looked down, considering something, and returned to your gaze with a newfound intensity. He patted his solid thigh, once, and spoke. "Come on up then, doll."

Fuck it. Everybody's slept with their partner-in-crime-cowboy-friend at least once in their lives.

You were soon straddling the man's thigh; a glint of amusement twinkled in your eyes as his hips shifted, his clothed cock twitching at the two of you making contact. Now inches apart, you slipped your fingers under his shirt and smoothed over the chiseled skin, lust-clouded eyes searching his for approval, and an ocean of it you found. His gaze flicked to your partially-open lips, then back up, then down again, and as your fingers brushed over his needy cock- he pressed his lips against yours with a moan, beard scratching against you in a strangely endearing manner. Images of previous nights alone flashed in your mind, now surrounded by a mocking aura- this could've been yours long ago. You freed him from his confines as his tongue met yours, cock hot and heavy against your palm. Cass' metal hand met your waist whilst the other clenched at the couch, veins flexing at the strain. That was the part of him you loved the most, you thought, his strong hands that treated you and you alone with so much tenderness.

Your own hand begun its motions almost automatically, stroking his throbbing cock at a withheld, teasing pace. Unfortunately, during this, you had to pull from his wild kiss for a gasping breath. His gaze was burning through you, half-lidded and desperate; it was like being in the direct view of a God, a being so important that you felt the urge to dedicate more than you could offer, to offer everything to him. Strings of praises left his pretty lips, 'keep goin', princess' his eyes now screwed up in an almost painful expression of wavering ecstasy. You withdrew your hand from his cock for a millisecond to spit into your palm, and his eyes re-opened to investigate the interruption.

He was so gorgeous you could cry.

The perfect hair, framing the perfect face with the perfect nose, the messy beard and perfectly intense eyes. You pressed against him another chain of brief kisses whilst wrapping your fingers around him, one at a time. On impulse he bucked into them with a shuddering groan that shot right to your core; the look on his pleasure-drunk face was so erotic you truly thought it alone might make you cum. As if hearing your thoughts, he bounced his thigh, a gasp spilling from your lips at the shock of friction against your clit.

You quickened your pace, deft fingers wrapped tight around his cock and moving in quick pumps. Your thumb pressed thickly against the head of his dick, a bead of pre-cum slipping over your fingers as he threw his head back with a indiscernible curse; the pride that filled you over having this strong man come apart at your ministrations was immeasurably sweet, immeasurably tantalizing. You moved closer, pressing against his tanned neck a line of wet kisses, hand pumping his cock desperately fast and forcing from his throat a string of grunts as he grew closer and closer to his peak. More broken words stumbled and fell from his lips, 'jus' like that, keep goin''. He was rutting up into your hand now, apprehension and control gone to the wind; his expression was in the throes of pleasure, eyebrows arched, wet lips parted absently. He met your eyes through his dark lashes, a weak smirk finding perch on his expression; he looked so utterly wrecked by a mere handjob, shaggy hair a complete mess against the couch, and at once it hit you that all those lingering glances and touches were far, far from those of a concerned friends. The thought of him yearning for this, yearning for your touch, made your thighs clench with unreserved arousal; by now your panties were soaked, but not for one second did you think of anything besides Cassidy. You kept moving, hand tugging from the base of his thick cock to the head, and he kissed you again, hard, moaning into your mouth whilst he twitched in your hand. Finally- his firm hips stuttered as he spilled hot cum over your fingers and his own dark shirt. You hummed in approval against his mouth, soon after pulling away for pesky air. Cass meanwhile let his head fall back against the couch, chest heaving against that much-too-tight shirt of his. Feeling rather bold, you raised your hand to your lips as his gaze re-emerged through his lashes and licked his mess from your fingers- his instant response came as a groan and a firm slap against your thigh.

"Can't say that's how I imagined us endin' up in this situation.." He sighed, contently, but tiredly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, pressing another chain of hot kisses against his neck as he tucked himself back into his boxers.

"Thought maybe I'd rescue you or somethin', have you profess 'ure undying love." He was grinning... But something told you that this was an actual macho fantasy of his.

"Well, there's always next time cowpoke." You rolled off his thigh, settling onto the couch beside him. "How are we gonna explain to everyone that this is how we got together?"

Cass chuckled, mumbling something about the night not being over, and reached over to grab his hat and settle it onto your head. You glanced over, confused- but the look in his eyes said more than any words could.

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rosie-zia · 9 months

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Luca Kaneshiro x Reader

A/n: After being on hiatus for eight months, I decided to go back and write stories again. This fanfic is an inspiration from Luca Kaneshiro's cover of "Honeymoon Un, Deux, Trois." This is a very long one so I hope you enjoy! :^) Word count: 2.3k+

Luca Kaneshiro was famously known as the evil mafia boss around the city and in the streets. Most people fear Luca because of the stories they have heard about his crime syndicate, but only a few knew he was like every other married man with a wife behind the closed doors of his manor. His beloved spouse was none other than you, Y/n Kaneshiro.

Luca didn’t see himself getting married so soon; however, it all changed when his father laid eyes upon you. You were known as the daughter of an elite mafia boss hailing from another country. Naturally, Luca’s father thought it was a good opportunity to create a strong alliance between two powerful organizations. Thus, a pact was formed and an arranged marriage took place. Despite you and Luca being against this whole ordeal, you two had no other choice but to go through it, and the rest was history. In the beginning of your marriage, it was awkward as you two tried to adjust in spite of the pressure since you and Luca perceived marriage only as business and not as love. If needed, both of you would do your best to present yourselves as husband and wife in front of other mafias at every gathering and every meeting. When you and Luca fully adapted in the ways of matrimonial life, you two ended up catching feelings but were just too scared to tell the other.

Luca saw you as nothing but a simple woman who has been involved with the dark side of the law, but his eyes were slowly opened and realized there was more to you. He highly thinks of you as a sweet lovely lady with kindness and beauty unlike any other. Your simplicity and grace immediately caught his attention that made him fall for you so hard that he feels he lost his breath every time he sees your bright smile. The blonde man doesn’t know how to express his love, so he only does it in which way he knows best: giving you materialistic things. Ever since you married Luca, he often showered you with luxurious gifts that filled your entire room. From small trinkets, expensive clothing, and everything in between. As the recipient of his gifts, you were slightly overwhelmed how your husband provides you such an extravagant lifestyle. It felt like a one-sided marriage for you, so you did your best to be an obedient wife that takes care of the house and his needs while also involving yourself in the mafia business. Even though your marriage with Luca was mostly a smooth sailing, there had been some disputes that happened between you two. Lately, you have gotten yourselves in a heated argument with Luca, and it has been bugging you ever since.

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*Flashback* “Luca, please let me know if you are in a bad condition from your missions. Don't try and hide it from me.” You and Luca are in the bathroom as you tried to tend his wounds carefully with bandages and ointments. He just returned home from another mission and unfortunately got hurt. The blonde man tried to ignore the pain and hide it from you but failed to do so as you caught him red-handed from the moment he stepped into the house. “You don’t have to worry about me, Y/n. I’ll be fine.” “But you are hurt right now, Luca. I worry about you sometimes… you should not let yourself get hurt like this.” Every night, you mostly worry about him whenever he takes dangerous missions in the Kaneshiro mafia to the point you would always pray he will come back safe and sound. Although you sounded genuinely concerned about him, something about it irritated Luca into thinking you didn’t trust him enough to do his work “I said I’ll be fine, Y/n. Geez, you’re making me sound like I’m just a kid. You have no idea on what it is like to be in my position. Just mind your business will you?” This led you two to argue for thirty minutes straight until he had enough and walked out. He may have looked irritated but deep inside, he felt like he hurt you. He ended up realizing that you were just looking out for him, but it was too late to take everything back. In that moment, he knew he had to make things right before it was too late.

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After thinking about the events that happened that night, you were immediately snapped back to reality as one of Luca's men laid a ball gown with other fancy accessories that complimented the dress. "Greetings, Mrs. Kaneshiro. I was given an order from the boss to deliver his present to you. He wants to be present for the ball this evening. It will start in a few hours, and Mr. Kaneshiro will be escorting you to the party."

His bodyguard bowed down in respect and walked out the room to leave you alone to prepare for the ballroom party that will be hosted by Luca himself. You have no idea what is the special occasion celebrated in this event, but you assumed it was just a simple gathering to get more influential connections in the mafia.

You don't feel like going to that party, but Luca's small lion cub, Augustus, helps you raise up your spirits as he lets out small growls.

"You're so lucky that you don't have to attend a party with so many people. I wish I could just stay with you in bed."

You gently pet Augustus in which he gives out one of his toothy smiles. You knew very well that not showing up at the party is clearly not an option. Not wasting anymore time, you started your makeup routine to look good for the party. You're just hoping for the best that you will survive at the end of the day.

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You and Luca arrived at the ballroom before the event started as you two waited for the guests to arrive and made sure everything was in order. As always, you two will put up a face as a married couple in front of all the mafias who will be attending this gathering. One by one, you both greeted all of the guests with a smile on your faces while linking arms with each other. It may look like you and Luca are the perfect married couple and yet you both still did not resolve the argument that happened yesterday. You sighed to yourself and let Luca properly welcome the guests in his honor. When all of the guests had arrived, Luca clinked his glass to get everyone's attention. "Good evening, dear friends and loved ones, and thank you for attending tonight's ball here in my manor. I just want to celebrate a very special occasion that is very important to me. I do hope you all enjoy this night. May the party commence!"

As Luca finished his speech, all of the mafias and other guests talked away and enjoyed the party in their own ways. The gathering felt lively under the bright lights of the chandeliers in the ballroom. With the lively aura in the party, you're still confused on the special event Luca failed to specifically mention. You stayed beside Luca as he conversed with other mafia bosses until you felt like you're out of place. You excused yourself from Luca, and went somewhere else to get a breather and away from the crowd. The party was still going, and Luca can't help but steal glances once in a while to see how you are doing. He sees you by the balcony being alone by yourself with a glass of champagne in your hand. Luca knew how you can't deal with handling big crowds like this, but something about you was different from the way you look. He may be oblivious to most things but his thoughts went back to yesterday's fight, and he takes the blame for not considering your feelings.

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After hours of dancing and drinking among the guests, the guests waved goodbye to you two and went to their respective homes. Finally, all of the guests have left, and you went back inside to close the lights in the ballroom and call it a night. The grand mechanized clock chimes to let you know it was quarter to midnight, giving you the signal to close the ballroom doors. Before you even got the chance to do so, you heard the orchestra on your left begin to play their instruments, producing an enchanting-like melody. You were about to stop them but you caught something from the corner of your eyes. Lo and behold, it was your husband by the grand staircase in all of his glory.

The heels of his shoes clicked as he made his way towards you. Something about him right now feels different than he usually carries himself. His lavender eyes seem more gentle, his outfit exactly matches the gold accents of your dress, and his overall appearance was much more dazzling compared to what he looked like during the party earlier.

Luca bowed slightly and brought the back of your hand against his lips to give it a small kiss which made you a bit flustered by the gesture. He uttered a few words that made you caught in a trance from how his voice dripped like honey.

"My dearest and beloved wife, shall we dance?"

---------------------------------------- Now playing: Honeymoon Un, Deux, Trois - Luca Kaneshiro Cover ----------------------------------------

Before you can properly process his words, Luca gently grabs you by the waist and sways you along with the music, taking the lead between you two. You let his fingers entwine with yours, and his hand fitted perfectly, letting your bodies become one. Under the dim lights in the ballroom, his features radiated perfectly, capturing the essence of the mafia boss before you. He also starts to sing along with the instrumental playing in the background in a foreign language you've never heard him speak before.

You may not understand most of the words he's singing, but you felt addicted to his voice like he was casting you under a deep spell you cannot ever break free from. It felt like a fairytale as he pulls you in twists and turns, also letting you have your way in the waltz of love. Every step you both took, you both were in sync with the song he's singing.

Never in your dreams he would act genuinely romantic towards you. This was the side of Luca you thought you would never witness, and here you are dancing with your husband in this empty ballroom. The moonlight illuminates the golden hues of the marble tiles beneath you two which makes it the perfect night for lovers exactly like you and Luca.

As he finishes up his song, he romantically dips you, and then pulls you back up. You wished it lasted longer, but you redirected your attention to Luca once more when you felt his fingers caress your hair to the side of your face.

"Y/n, I just want to apologize for last night. I'm sorry for being a jerk and not considering your feelings. I should have let you know that I took dangerous missions like these in the mafia. Could you forgive me?"

He says as he looks at you directly with tears in his eyes that are threatening to spill in a moment. With a sigh, you managed to forgive him.

"Alright, I forgive you, Luca. If you're hurt, please let me tend to your wounds after your mission, is that clear?

"Yes, I promise, Y/n..."

You both laugh while basking in each other's presence. It didn't take long before your laughter became silence... and silence became awkwardness. You knew you had to do something, so after debating with yourself, you decided to break the silence between you two.

"T-thank you for the lovely dance this evening. I still don't get why you hosted a party without any special occasion."

Up until now, you still don't know what the celebration was all about, to which Luca only replied with a smile on his face.

"It's our first wedding anniversary, Y/n. I thought I could celebrate it with you."

Hearing Luca's response made you so embarrassed and flushed that you forgot it has been one year ever since you married Luca. Now it was your turn to apologize to him.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Luca. I didn't know it was today. I have completely forgot about it, I-"

Your husband just chuckled and placed a finger on your lips, shushing you and stopping you from rambling such nonsense.

"It's alright. I know you don't see our marriage in a romantic sense but I wanted to tell you that I love you. I'm glad that I have you as my lovely wife."

He then proceeds to cup your face with his hand and pulls you by the waist with his other arm as he plants a chaste kiss on your lips. When you two pulled away, you ended up confessing how much you love him as well.

"I love you too, Luca. I'm also glad that I married you. You will always have my heart."

At that moment, you felt your hearts have become one. From this day forward, the marriage you have with Luca has gotten stronger from just business to pure and unadulterated love. Feeling so many positive emotions all at once, you just held him close to you just savoring this moment.

"Shall we dance the night away one more time, my lady?"

"Yes, Luca, we shall."

The grand clock chimed once more, telling you both it has struck midnight, but you just stayed there with the prince of your dreams without a care in the world and living the fairytale you truly deserve.

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading this fanfic, and yes, I do Luxiem fanfics and possibly other Nijisanji members. I'm trying to explore and write more characters. If you liked this one, I might probably write more in the future, but it might take a while since I'm busy with school and other things. If you wish to chat me and give me some ideas for future fanfics like this, I would gladly accept them. See you in the next fanfic! ^^ - Rosie Zia

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darka-art · 18 days

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So... I've been reading some of @holylustration 's fanfic , and of course got inspired by her work. I asked if I could do dome sketches fanart, and she accepted!

And ... she opened a pandora's box XD

So first, my fav character, the great lady Gesla ( and her housbando, Alaric).

I always have pereferd characters with flaws. To me, they are more interesting when their actions have direct negaive consequence on them and whats around them.

Gisla ( I called her Gesla, but its just now that I woke up and realised her name was Gisla ≡(▔﹏▔)≡ )...

Oh, Gisla is a rabbit hole of bitching and I'm all here for it.

One of the many headcannon had for her story was this:

-So, for the woman of Guisorn III. They are allowed to fight, but also, have a secret weapon:The '' L'art de la lame''!

-The art is a martial art that is teached to most loyal and strong woman from a Knight house. It is however also accepted that some distinct civilian can learn the art as well if it is to protect a house or the planet

-They must have a strict and brutal fighting and training. Only the most loyal and vicious woman are accepted

-Each warrior is called ''Une Matriarche'' ( wich is the same name as the armor ).

-Every Matriarch has a blade that as a specific pattern/symbols on them. The pattern is determinate by the personality of the wilder and how she did well at her test.

I was inspired by the Persian armour, Becoz the Persian empire was actually very advanced and let their woman figh / govern.

Like sorry , but the persian empire is underated.（＞人＜；）

And of course, some cheesy moment.

#warhammer 40k #art #illustration #drawing #digital art #rogue trader #heinrix van calox #fanfic #original character #couple #warrior #knight #armor

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systlin · 9 months

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I have devoured the un-gor-ening of gor (and following stories) and man. Rarely have I got such a perfect mix of "the gleeful righteous spilling of blood" and "this fanfic is a city builder rts now" and that stuff is like catmint for me. Turn that horrid powerfantasy [sexist entitlement] into a powerfantasy [being able to achieve justice and true change for good]! It feeds the cheerful bloodthirsty goblin in my brain that unfotunately can't be entertained often in society so stories will have to do

Thank you for writing your stories, I will definitely get the lady of ice and iron when that's out :)

Ahhh I'm delighted!!!!!!

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lady-de-mon-coeur · 9 months

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Hello! Do you have ml fanfic recommendations? Well written english or French and ft romance? Thank you!

Hey there, lovely anon! If I get your ask right, you wanted romance-focused fic recs, didn’t you? So here you go.

First of all,

french recs

Juste un baiser by @mind3ll

Tout avait commencé par une innocente discussion entre Rose et Mylène, et qui aurait parfaitement pu n'avoir aucune conséquence. Du moins, jusqu'à ce que Chloé s'en mêle. Puis Alix. Puis Alya.

Et que la question de qui avait déjà embrassé quelqu'un se trouve soudain au centre de toutes les conversations.

Le battement d'ailes du Papillon by @miraculous-floconfettis

- Ladybug, viens vite, j'ai trouvé le repère du Papillon !

A l'autre bout du fil, le cœur de Ladybug manqua un battement. Chat Noir avait trouvé la tanière de leur ennemi ! Mais lorsque son coéquipier reprit la parole, les mots qu'il prononça lui glacèrent le sang.

- Viens le plus vite possible au manoir Agreste. Dépêche-toi, je t'en supplie.

A very accurate depiction of Adrien processing his trauma after finding out Hawk Moth’s true identity. Lots of hurt/comfort, fluff and Adrinette being a married couple without even realising it.

Trouve-moi si tu peux and Embrasse-moi si tu peux by @mind3ll

Adrien jubilait.

Il avait enfin l'opportunité de découvrir qui se cachait derrière l'identité de Ladybug.

Et en tout bien tout honneur, histoire de couronner le tout. Tout ça grâce à un petit jeu entre eux, un simple jeu qu'il avait initié sans trop y croire.

Détransformation de choc by Alixe

Un combat qui finit un peu brutalement, une relation qui peine à se mettre en place, un père qui s'en mêle... La vie de héros n'est pas toujours facile.

Doux chantage by Jade DeTour

Un soir, Chat Noir découvre le secret de l'identité de Ladybug ainsi que l'identité de celui qu'elle aime. Il demande trois rendez-vous en échange de son silence. Ladynoir, Marichat et Adrinette avec un peu de Ladrien.

Éclosion by ElinaLT

Marinette reçoit une fleur et une lettre, d'un mystérieux 'admirateur secret' comme l'appelle Alya. Elles cherchent désespérément de qui il pourrait s'agir... la découverte s'annonce pleine de surprises.

I never get tired of recommending this fic. It’s just so sweet and heartwarming. Please consider giving it a try, even if you’re not into Marichat.

English

I'll Guess Your Heart, If You Guess Mine by PurpleHeartsOne

When Chat Noir stumbles upon Marinette holding her kwami, Tikki, he finally figures out that his lady, the girl he loves, is none other than his classmate Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette is terrified that he's figured out, and she's not ready to know who he really is, since she's a firm believer that their identities should be hidden and is scared of the consequences if their identities are revealed. As a compromise, Chat Noir decides to set up a deal, he'll give Marinette three chances to guess who he really is underneath the mask, and if she doesn't guess right, he won't reveal himself. But Chat Noir has full faith that his lady will be able to guess who he is.

A story about Chat Noir falling in love with who his lady is, and Marinette falling in love with Chat and easing her worries about the identity reveal.

A multi-chapter set in s4. A must-read imo.

It's You by @inner-sakura

She’d gone through this exact moment a million times in her head. Imagined dramatically declaring her love and having him passionately reciprocate. She’d spent hours picturing the way his green eyes would soften and warm as he too declared his undying love for her, before sweeping her off her feet and carrying her off into the sunset. The fantasy always ended this way, the two of them madly in love.

It never ended with Adrien gazing at her blankly, his face smooth and expressionless.

[AU where Marinette succeeds in confessing to Adrien after the events of Frozer, and everything devolves from there.]

Too much angst, hurt and comfort in this two-shot.

Kiss shy by @emsylcatac

Marinette was on a mission. Three weeks into an impromptu reveal, the same three weeks into a relationship with her partner. And yet, they still hadn’t kissed. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

So tonight, she would kiss him. Right on the mouth.

I just love these precious beans.

rumour has it by summerset

When Alya reveals to the class that Marinette kissed Chat Noir, Adrien is very confused. Why would Marinette lie about kissing him? He decides to take matters into his own hands, and make the rumour a reality.

A Timely Reveal by LiquifiedStars

Adrien realised that having kissed Marinette as Chat Noir was now causing him complications with his now Girlfriend. His attempt to reveal himself however is interrupted when a girl suddenly falls through a portal, and she looks curiously like him. Written for the Miraculous Fanworks Discord.

I know I recommended this fic too many times before and I’ll do it again. Just read it.

wax lips to wax lips by @ladyofthenoodle

Adrien has been struggling to make sense of Marinette for a long time now, but today is especially confusing. Between Nino’s panicked hedging and Marinette’s own verbal gymnastics, he feels like he’s been whipped around by Ladybug’s yo-yo and tied up in knots.

Still, he isn’t going to let some confusion get in the way of their friendship.

Even if things have just gotten really, really confusing.

(it's the statue scene, from Adrien's point of view!)

Seven Seconds by alvares715

Adrien finds a lost video on his phone.

Set in season four.

Episode “Felix” aftermath. Very angsty fic. Another one must-read imo.

Accidentally Not In Love by Lucid

Marinette confesses to Adrien and he rejects her. It takes him less than 24 hours to realize he's made a huge mistake.

Can't Help Falling For You by FelicisMagic18873

Ladybug decides to talk Chat out of his crush for her by making him realize that he might end up not liking who she was behind the mask. It decidedly goes out of hand pretty quickly.

Very sweet one-shot, you can literally feel Chat Noir’s love for Ladybug through the words.

Thank you for your ask, anon! Hope you found something to read. Happy reading!

#my asks #anon ask #ml fic recs #ml season 5 spoilers

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quitealotofsodapop · 8 months

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Uno de mis headcanons es que nuestro Rey Mono fue el autor de El viaje al oeste, bajo el nombre de Wu Cheng'en; probablemente como una un intento de desahogarse en su dolor, sin saber que su ''autobiografía'' se convertiría en una novela clásica universal.

translated via google:

"One of my headcanons is that our Monkey King was the author of Journey to the West, under the name of Wu Cheng'en; probably as an attempt to vent his pain, not knowing that his "autobiography" would become a universal classic novel."

I've seen theories & hcs like that before and it's very interesting to ponder!

He 100% would dedicate the first 7 Chapters of a book to himself, even though Tripitaka is meant to be the main character. It also seems to be in character for him to downplay the significance of some of his adversaries; The White Bone Spirit/Lady Bone Demon only gets a single chapter despite severely fracturing the group for multiple parts - in SWK's mind it was the break up of the group that was the important part.

Also it could explain why some characters are written as they are in the book. Wukong would mostly remember things like; Zhu Bajie being a gluttonous coward, Sha Wujing being the quiet one, Tripitaka being really compassionate and good except for the whole headband-thing, and Ao Lie being a horse for most of it.

If Wukong had started the book as a means of documenting the pilgrimage and forgot about it; it opens up a hilarious scenario where the "Journey to the West" as we know it is an unedited fanfic-version of the real journey written by Sun Wukong himself.

Tang: *is reading Journey to the West* Wukong: "Oh man. People are still reading that? I told that guy not to publish it until I got an editor!" Tang, slowly lowering his book: "What?" Wukong, looking embarassed: "Yeah, I kinda skimmed over a bunch of details cus I lost steam by the end. You can imagine why Macaque's chapter ends so abruptly." Tang: "WHAT?"

I personally hc that Wukong was the person to narrate/recount the Journey to the author, but didn't think it would be such a popular story.

#journey to the west #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk headcanons #jttw #sun wukong #lmk tang

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hashirazac · 5 months

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I needed a break while I finish writing my Supercorp AU about the Adjudicator (perhaps the title "Interregno" sounds familiar to you), so a few days ago... I published the prologue of my next comfort fanfic on Wattpad and AO3.

Summary:

Lena has decided to take a break from L-Corp and travel to her birth mother's hometown with the intention of learning more about her own origins. To do this, she will need to leave Sam and Andrea in charge of the company while she takes the time necessary to write the memoirs of Elizabeth Walsh, but she never imagined that the stay would last longer than necessary because of that pair of blue eyes which she can't stop thinking about.

Kara is a small-town-girl who doesn't know much more than the orphanage where she grew up and the family farm she runs on the outskirts of the village. She never focused on anything other than taking care of her animals and enjoying lunches with her sister Alex until she runs into the new tenant of the hostel where she brings her milk every morning.

This is the typical plot of saturday afternoon movies on television

or simply

the story of how a city-lady labeled by the village and the local farmer whom everyone adores end up falling in love without the gossipy neighbors even thinking about such a possibility.

Farmer Kara can give you a handmade cheese at any time.

Cruel Summer & August by Taylor Swift inspired this comfort fic.

Slow burn with meme material.

Spain is different (?)

#supercorp #supergirl #kara x lena #kara danvers x lena luthor #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp fic #supercorp fanfic #supercorp fanfiction #supercorp endgame #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #karlena #supergirl fanfiction #hashira fic #my fic

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pommypawkets · 5 months

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okay so quick disclaimer: this is my first fanfic ever like i dont even have a title for it yet. It is a ghost x reader who is a baker! I'm very excited and would appreciate honest feedback back about it. With out further or do, enjoy! (Hopefully!)

SWEET TOOTH

Part 1

Ghost wasn't a man who's easily persuaded. Nor was he a soft man, atleast not publicly. He was a man who stood his ground, some could argue a little stubborn. Of course like every person, he too had his moments of vulnerability. Though not often there would be times he'd be locked away in his dark room, memories playing in his head like a scratched up recorded. Where he can't quite put pieces together or make sense of something.

He didn't like those moments, he hated them. He hated the feeling of being vulnerable, of not having control. He swore to himself to never show people his true thoughts and real feelings, never let himself indulge into the experience of pure, genuine comfort.

Until he saw you.

Sweet, caring- almost motherly you.

How he met you well, that was pure coincidence. He decided while he was on leave he'd spoil himself and satisfy his sweet tooth....if he had known he'd leave your bakery with an even bigger sweet tooth than before, he never would've gone in.

As soon has he stepped in he could automatically tell that this place was owned by a person who cares and when he laid eyes on you that just proved his point even further.You greeted him with a big, warm smile. Your voice rang in his ears like a melody and even though your hair was frazzled and put into a messy up-do, had flour and sticky frosting on your floral patterned apron...you never look more lovely to him.

He made his way closer to the counter, a little less confident now that such a sweet girl would be taking his order. When he gets close enough to the counter he can smell you, and when he gets hit with a delightful waft of lemon, vanilla, and lavender he knew he was done for.

"Sir? Sir are you okay?" You question, a slightly confused and worried look plastered on your face. It's only then he snaps out of it, mentally beating himself up for zoning out infront of you like a fool.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?." His gruff voice matching with how he looks, with that balaclava adorned with a skull design and his simple all black attire. You can even see some tattoos on his arm peaking out from under his jacket.

The smile returns on your face "no worries. I asked if you knew what you wanted or if you needed more time." He ponders for a moment, looking at the large display of sweet treats and some savory things like breakfast sandwiches. "I'll just have a tea and some of those bourbons and jam biscuits to go please." You nod your head and tap in the order on your pad. "Alright your total is six pounds, can I get a name for the order?" It's a little stupid since he's the only one in the store right now but you can't help it. For some reason you feel enticed by his presence and can't help but want to know his name.

"Ghost." He says while handing you the money. Ghost, how odd but fitting for someone like him. "Alright Mr. Ghost, I'll have your order out in a jiff." He nods and sits down at one of the little tables in the shop and as you make his tea you can't help the little devil on your shoulder that's saying 'write your name and number on his cup' and well...you're only human. You think to yourself 'fuck it, take your chances' and write your name and number on his cup.

You call out for him and he picks up his items. "Have a good day." You smile at him, a smile he fears he'll be craving to see later. "You too love." He gives you a nod and leaves. Love, a name you fear you'll be craving to hear later.As he makes it back to his flat he notices the name and number on his cup and his first thought is your smile and how fitting your name is for a lovely lady like yourself. It also makes him think how un-fitting he'd be for you and that you deserve someone way better than him. His mind and instinct tells him to throw the cup away and never think about you ever again.

But his heart says give it a chance. While ghost lives up to the standard of being a dark man with a stone cold heart you somehow have pulled his icy strings in that little interaction. He wants to slap himself silly for even thinking about wanting more time with you. "Dammit...man up won't you Simon..." He grumbles to himself. Fuck it, you gave him your number why not take this opportunity. He picks up his phone and types in your number.

'Hello, it's ghost.' He hesitates for a moment before sending it. He immediately turns his phone off and throws it down on the couch. He let's out a deep sigh and wonders, "What am I going to get myself into..."

He groans as he finally let's himself relax and eventually fall asleep. Nervousness rests at the pit of his stomach as he trys not the think to much about his first message and how you'll respond.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #baker reader #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #Ghost has a sweet tooth don't argue with me #Ghost x baker!reader

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wilcze-kudly · 2 months

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The (old) announcement for the new earth Avatar series in 2025 is making the rounds on twitter with so many reactions being wishing for a Bolin-like mankisser Avatar, which has led me & my maladaptive daydreaming to concoct this speculation/wishlist/fanfic, hope you enjoy:

Technology has evolved to be somewhat modern day tech with majority population no longer very spiritual & dismiss bending & spirits as being "old head" stuff & glorified pretty animals & weird martial arts, and now the Avatar isn't considered a big deal anymore. This is part of the main conflict with the new Avatar

Korra dies at around 80ish, mostly b/c I want old lady Master Jinora to be the new Avatar's main spiritual teacher

Show starts with Jinora copying her dad's lead and summarize the end of Korra's life before zooming in on her and the White Lotus going around the Earth Kingdom searching for the new Avatar. Unlike w/ previous generations, there's hardly any Avatar claims, which is nice b/c no random false claims, but Jinora gets annoyed at how un-spritual and downright flippant people are about the Avatar cycle nowadays.

This search goes really wrong though... b/c 20 years after Korra's death and they still haven't found the new Avatar 😨. WL members begin wondering if the cycle is broken, but Jinora doesn't give up hope in finding Korra's reincarnation.

Jinora may be an old lady, but she's very spry and agile and credits the Air Nomad lifestyle for how she doesn't slow down at all in the search.

Scenes begin getting interspliced during the Avatar search, cutting to some ”random” Earthbender (obvs the Avatar). He's some big buff brown athlete dude who is trying to make it to the big leagues of pro-bending... but he struggles a lot. Backstory: he's dirt poor and kicked out by his family after being such a failure in school, turning to sports to try to live out his dream is a last ditch effort. Very last ditch b/c if he doesn't win tonight's match money, he's not gonna make rent and end up homeless, so he's very stressed.

Cut to some of the younger While Lotus guys who pass by the local small-town arena and then ask Master Jinora if they can take a break this weekend and watch a local pro-bending match. Honors was at first gonna say no, but her gut/spiritual connection to the previous Avatar suddenly tells her that going inside might be a good idea.

They walk in to see a pro-bending match in progress, and it's pretty neck&neck with our Earth Avatar looking like he might be able to pull out a close victory..... until the enemy's team's earthbender sends him flying back, and instead of falling normally, our Avatar gets genuinely scared that he's gonna break his neck and experiences a slowmotion "life flashing before my eyes" near-death moment where he gets sad b/c.... he's kinda a loser and his life sucks!

That's when he suddenly airbends and catches his fall.

Jinora & the WL are overjoyed to see this and it's a big huge moment..... until they zoom out and it turns out nobody else in the arena gives a single fuck outside of the fact that airbending is cheating ”yellow fan! move back 1 zone!" even our new Avatar's teammates are pissed at him

Jinora gets really mad "Um, hello? That's the Avatar!" but nobody cares beyond the game. Jinora starts grumbling abt "young folks"

Our new Avatar doesn't even care much either and just pleads with the ref that he just did it on accident, but the yellow fan goes thru.... and it ends up costing the match!

new Avatar leaves the match dejected and kicked off the team "if you hadn't done that Avatar mumbo jumbo, we would've won the prize money!" and new Avatar leaves teary eyed and cursing this "stupid Avatar stuff"

Jinora & the WL drop in on new Avatar (literally, Jinora is too excited and just flies down from the sky) and new Avatar yells abt "I don't have any money, scary airbending Grandma-mugger! Please don't rob me, I'm already homeless!"

It takes a while for Jinora to convince him to come with her (turns out, he doesn't know much abt Avatar stuff either, Jinora really starts grumbling abt "young folks" now) but in the end the White Lotus win him over by pointing out that the Avatar gets free room & board from the WL.

scene break to the following day, preparing to take a Sky Bison to the Fire Nation, & the new Avatar asks why they're going there

Jinora explains that the WL has contacts with the traditional Sun Warrior pueblos who have agreed to train the new Avatar in Firebending (Jinora then wonders aloud if the offer still stands after being 20 years late in finding him)

new Avatar guy then asks why Fire first, & not Air. Then Jinora starts lecturing him abt having to go in the order of the Avatar cycle ”It's Earth Fire Air then Water. How do you not know this?"

While she's ranting abt this, some dude shows up and new Avatar tries to hide by earthbending a hole into the ground... it turns out to be his dad. Somehow, his dad found out abt him being a late bloomer Avatar (new Avatar bragged on corny Instagram-parody abt being the new Avatar, it wasn't as popularly received as he had hoped, most ppl called him a liar)

NA's dad, same dad who kicked him out of the house for being a jobless loser dropout, suddenly wants to schmooze up to the White Lotus, after confirming that his son wasn't lying

Argument ensues, but ends with his dad at least being concerned abt his son travelling overseas and insisting that the WL take his number and give him updates. While climbing onto Sky Bison Jinora takes some grandma-ly pity on NA and tells him that they won't update his dad if he doesn't want them to.

Fast forward to NA meeting a Sun Warrior Master (their people are one of the few civilizations still keeping the traditional bending and spiritual practices alive, part of why Jinora picked them) and NA begins his training... poorly

The SW Master gets very frustrated at how blockheaded this guy is and how little he pays attention (on more than one occasion, NA pulls out his phone and desperately tries to convince social media that he really is the new Avatar, but everyone keeps accusing him of using a greenscreen filter or something to look like he's on vacation)

Sun Warrior guy ends up dragging Jinora aside and having an outburst and saying some... not so nice things about this new Avatar. He starts asking Master Jinora if it's possible that intermixing between nations has somehow produced multi enders, maybe he just has an airbender & earthbender parent. Jinora tells the SW Master to stop being ridiculous, and then he escalates as says that even if NA is the Avatar, he won't teach him b/c he's ”a lost cause"

NA accidentally walks in and overhears this, and it hurts his feelings and he starts getting existential b/c "it's happening all over again! o sucked at school! I sucked at probending! now I suck at this too! my dad was right.... I should just go home" 😢

the Sun Warrior Master feels bad & tries to retract what he said, but Jinora says that she'll talk to the NA

Jinora decides to change up the schedule the rest of the day and train the NA herself. He gets excited at first b/c he thinks it's for airbending"at least know I can airbend!" but turns out Jinora just want to do some simple spiritual meditation stuff as something (hopefully) easier for him to help build his confidence

Meditation practice goes similarly awful (he can't concentrate or relax to save his life) but the conversation does turn to Jinora talking about the spiritual aspect of Avatars and asking him if he's ever connected to any past Avatars

Jinora decides to try something, and takes NA to a shrine that she had once visited with Korra in her later years. Jinora hopes that this place might help him connect to Korra (possibly for selfish reasons b/c Jinora misses Korra)

It's late at night at this point, and the NA just ends up falling asleep rather than meditating. Jinora sighs and reasons that it's only his first day.

But ... turns out that during his sleep, NA does make contact with the spirit of old gray Korra... and she slaps the NA's spirit awake

NA freaks out "Why are you blue & glowy? Wait why am I blue & glowy?"

Korra doesn't have time for his questions and starts getting into it "Finally! It's been 20 years! You're old enough to be a fully realized Avatar, so why is this the first time I finally made contact with you? You've gotta be a bigger spiritual blockhead than when I started out!"

NA confused and explains that he's not a realized Avatar, it's just his first day

Spirit Korra freaks out and starts shaking NA's spirit like a ragdoll "You just started!!? We don't have time for this! I need to warn you about something! Here, it'll be easier if I show you!"

Spirit Korra touches his forehead and shows him a vision of a worldwide apocalyptic event that's like a climate change fueled by the modern-tech world's disconnect & mistreatment of the spirits hanging around the material world.

After the vision Korra lets him go and yells at him to hurry up and finish his Avatar training. And then before she wakes up him again she asks him to send her regards to Jinora btw.

Cut to the waking world, Jinora is concerned over where NA's spirit went and shaking him. Then he wakes up screaming and asking if being an Avatar always means that "scary old ladies are yelling at me... Oh... she told me to tell you that 'Korra says hi'"

And that's where my maladaptive daydream decided the 1st episode of this hypothetical/speculative show would end, but here's also 2 other "scenes" I daydreamed where the new guy's Team Avatar forms.

1st scene is him perhaps going on a trip away from the Sun Warriors' remote traditional village and going to a semi-rural fishing town and ending up meeting some bronze-skinned rough-and-tumble looking firebender dude seaside restaurant that he flirts with.

The NA wonders if he could flex his Avatar status to help with flirting with the fellas, but his recent failures w/ Avatar training has him feeling down and ending up losing his nerve and goes to leave. But the firebender guy sees the depressed NA first and invites him for a bowl of this town's specialty noodles.

They hit it off well, and NA enjoys getting to forget abt Avatar training (Jinora will yell at him later when he ends up missing the whole day's practice). NA asks firebender guy what he does, and he says he works on his dad's fishing boat as the chef ”stereotypical, right? they always ask the firebender to cook. I'm good at it though" And when he in turn asks the same question, NA tiptoes around the Avatar stuff (after how everyone else in his hometown and his old probending reacted, he thinks it probably won't be "cool" to say he's the Avatar)

But turns out, firebender guy thinks it's awesome, and NA is like "You're the first person other than Master Jinora to think me being the Avatar is cool😊" "Who's Master Jinora 🤔?" "One of the old ladies who yells at me 😐"

2nd scene is the waterbender & Airbender girlies of the team being introduced.

the waterbender is a traditional southern water tribe student who's doing field research for her thesis on Sun Warrior culture. She doesn't use waterbending much for combat at first (she mostly just uses it to create ice magnifying glasses to read ancient texts)

But she ends up getting roped into Avatar business after running the airbender girlie, who is Jinora(& Kai)'s granddaughter!

She flies over to the SW pueblo to see how her old granny is doing

she has a sort of funny half-camaraderie half-antagonism relationship with Granny Jinora, b/c she's a master Airbender who genuinely cares abt Air Nomad culture, but she also likes new untraditional modern tech social media fashion stuff too, and that part kinda annoys Jinora since her granddaughter kind of runs a nomadic travel page and takes lots of pictures

Jinora's granddaughter and the water tribe thesis writer meet at the Sun Warrior village, and the water tribe student complains that there's practically nothing to make a thesis on since the Sun Warriors are very protective of their culture to actually let her study anything beyond some old statues at the gate. She rambles aloud that the other grad students were doing much more exciting theses, and that the only novel thing she could do was either try (and fail) to convince the secretive Sun Warriors to let her do a paper on them... or do a paper on the mystery fate of the Avatar in the 20 years since Korra's death

Jinora's granddaughter ends up being a big blabbermouth and spilling every abt why her granny is here with the Sun Warriors

They both get roped into Avatar destiny stuff as a result

Some other random thoughts I had: it'd be cool to do another southern water tribe festival arc at some point, except this time with nods to Korra and Katara in the festival and an update on the spiritual connection there far away from the big metropolises.

Plus, it'd be cool to see Tenzin's kids and grandkids at some point, with a joke about Rohan being forgotten, b/c he was just a baby while his whole family saved the world a million times, so a self aware jab abt Rohan being old and still salty abt missing out on the adventures w/ Korra 😤

OH my gosh i love that! Babe you've got some spectacular ideas, write a fic! Granny Jinora oml 😍 and I genuinely feel for the new avatar. Its easy to feel like a failure and i think a lot of us could relate lol

#i love it!#jinora #avatar

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blackhakumen · 2 months

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Mini Fanfic #1185: (Un)Suspect Culprits (100 Girlfriends)

10:14 a.m. at the Hanazono Mansion's Living Room.........

Hahari: (Plave Down a Now Broken Hair Dryer on the Table For Everyone Presebr to See While Giving Them the Stern Motherly Glare) So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, just disappointed and want answers.

'Silence'

Rentarou: .........(Quickly Got Up From his Seat) It was me! I did it. I'm the guilty party.

Hahari: (Shakes her Head Towards the Young Man) You didn't do it, Rentarou-baby, sit down.

Rentarou: How could you be so sure that I'm truly innocent? I could've used it to dry my hair off and missed and broke it by mistake.

Hahari: Perhaps, but even if you did, you would've been going to the ends of the Earth just to look for a new one by now like the sweetheart you are.

Rentarou: I-I mean, yeah! But....I-I could be-

Hahari: (Raises an Eyebrow at Rentarou in Silence)

Rentarou: (Sighs in Defeat While Sitting Back Down) Nevermind, I'm innocent.......

Hahari: (Simply Nodded) Indeed you are. Meanwhile......(Turns and Points at the Others Sitting Next to Their Boyfriend on the Sofa Together) You, ladies, on the other hand, are equally suspicious!

Kusuri: Don't look at me! (Points at Nano Next to Her) Look at Ms. Smarty-Pants instead, yep-yep!

Nano: (Turns to Kusuri) I beg your pardon? I don't recall ever using that hair dryer last night, let alone breaking it.

Kusuri: (Starts Grabbong and Rubbing her Chin Down) Reeeallly? That's strange~ How did you even know it was broken to begin with?

Nano: (Slowly Raises an Eyebrow) Because it's sitting right in front of us? Broken?

Kusuri: Hm. Excellent observation. (Got Close to Nano's Face While Glaring at Her Straight to her Eyes) Exactly what a guilty crook would say, Yep-Yep!

Nano: (Crosses her Arms) Your hypothesis is insufficient at best.

Kusuri: YOU'RE INSUFFICIENT AT BEST!!!

Hakari: ('Sigh') Mother, please, If it matters, which I doubt it is....I think I might of saw Karane using it last night before bed.

Karane: (Eyes Widened and Gasps Before Glaring at Hakari) Oh screw off, you liar! I don't remember using any of that crap!!

Hakari: (Raises an Eyebrow) Oh really? Then what were you doing inside the hallway bathroom at 2:00 in the morning, hm? When you're SUPPOSED to stay asleep!!

Karane: I was TRYING to get myself and Rentarou glasses of water so I could help calm his nerves, Einstein! (Gently Rubs on Rentarou's Shoulder) He had a nightmare last night.

Girls: ('Gasps') What?/ Oh no..../Is that right?

Hakari: (Turns to Rentarou With Great Concern on her Face) Rentarou, my love, is that true?

Rentarou: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeah, but I....usually have these kinds of dreams every now and then, so it's nothing really!

Karane: (Angrily Points at her Boyfriend) Oh don't even start tryin' to deny it, dude!! You were cryin' your eyes out, tellin' me how afraid you were about bein' abandoned and alone for the rest of your life! Well, guess what, baka! (Hugs Rentarou Very Lovingly) You're stuck with us forever and ever and ever like superglue, so you better get used to it!!~

Rentarou: (Starts Tearing Up Again) Karane..... ('Sniff') You're gonna make me cry again~

Kusuri: (Immediately Rushes Over to Hug Rentarou With Tears in her Eyes Along with the Other Ladies Minus Hahari) Rentarohouuuu!~

Shizuka: {There is no need to cry.}

Nano: Especially now that you have us in your comforts.

Hakari: That's right. We'll throw ourselves s Cuddle Party to show much we love and care for you!~

Karane: Riiiight after rich girl here attempts to her crimes right now-

Hakari: (Immediately Glares at Karane) Are you serious right now!?

Karane: Hey, you've been accusin' me from the start! (Starts Butting Heads with Hakari) Consider this payback, pinky!!

Rentarou: (Tries Breaking his Two of his Many Girlfriends Up) Girls, please! (Turns Back to Hahari) How about I go out and pay for a new hair dryer inste-

Hahari: No! Who. Broke it?

'Silence'

Nano: Well.......Shizuka-Chan hasn't said much of anything as of late.

The sound of Shizuka letting out a loud gasps was more than enough to cause the gang argue among themselves. Leaving the heir of the Hanazono Clan to stand there and watch with a rather......guilty look in her face.

Hahari: Oh noooo...... This is a disaster!

?????: My thoughts exactly.

Hahari: (Gets Startled as She Turns to see her Maid, Meido Mei, Standing Next to her Out of Nowhere) ('Sighs in Relief') Oh...It's you, Mei-San. (Pouts at Mei) You know better than to sneak up to me like that! (Places her Hand onto her Chest) I could've gotten a heart attack.....

Mei: (Politely Bows to her Mistress) Apologies, milady. (Turns her Attention to the Arguing) But I must ask, what exactly has happened that caused this much of discourse?

Hahari: Everyone is arguing about who broke the hair dryer earlier this morning.....(Points Nei to the Broken Hair Dryer)

Mei: I see. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) I wonder who was capable of doing such a-

Hahari: It was me!

Mei: (Turbs Back to her Mistress With a Bit of a Confused in her Face) You, mistress?

Hahari: (Eyes Starts Watering Up While Whimpering) Yes.....My hair got stuck in the blower. So when I tried pulling it out, my hand lost it's grip and flew across the wall, breaking it instantly! I got so panicky that I decided to form an a little investigation party to ease stress. I didn't mean for it to lead to huge fight, I'm so sorry!~

Mei: (Hugs Hahari While Gently Patting her Back, Calming her Down) There, there, Lady Hahari, it's alright. We all make mistakes from time to time.

Hahari: A-And....('Sniff') With mistakes....('Sniff') There's always a chance to fix them.....('Sniff') R-Right?

Mei: (Happily Nodded) Absolutely, milady. I'm sure we'll get everyone else to calm down soon enough. (Grabs her Chin Again) Or at least before they proceed to they war paints across their faces and start an all out brawl.....

Hahari: Oh come now, Mei Dear. I know our darlings can hyperactive at times, I doubt they would go as far as to do-

The broken hair dryer sudden starts flying towards Hahari in high amount of speed, causing her to quickly jump into her maid's arms while screaming out "MEI, SAVE MEEEE!~", as the device hits the wall instead, breaking it completely this time.

The two ladies then turn towards the chaos that is conspiring in front of their very eyes, exactly like Meido predicted it would go down.

Kusuri: (Grunting While Trying her Very Hardest to Push Nano Her All her Might.....And to Little to NO Prevail) Come....onnnnn!......Su...mo....Pow...errrrrr!

Nano: (Crosses her Arms Together While Being Completely Unfazed by Kusuri's Line of Offense) You do realize your physical strength is inefficiently outclassed and small compared to mines, yes? (Easily Gets Kusuri Off of Her with One, Stronger Push)

Kusuri: (Roll Herself Over to the Other Side of the Road Before Getting Herself Back Up on her Face) Compare my strength will you! (Takes a Drink of her One of her Chemical Filled Beaker, Instantly Transforming Her into her True, Taller Version of Herself) How about fighting me in THIS form then, Ms. Smart-Pants?

Nano: (Stares at Kusuri's Truer Form in a Somewhat Deadpinned Look on her Face) Not surprising to see you resort yourself to cheating- (Suddenly Gets Tackled to the Ground by Kusuri)

Hakari: I have just about enough with you today, you pigtailed Tsundere! (Puts her Up Towards Karane's Direction on the Other Side of the Room) Put 'em up, right this instantly!!

Karane: (Raises an Eyebrow) YOU know how to fight?

Hakari: (Comically Glares at Her Girlfriend Karane) Oh quit giving me that look!! Mei-San has been teaching Martial Arts long before I met you!

Karane: ('Tch') Yeah, well you better remember how to land a punch and dodge then. (Gets into Fighting Position) Cuz I ain't the one to toy with, Pinky!

Hakari: I have a name, you know!?

Rentarou: (Got in the Middle of Both his Girlfriend's Fighting) Girls please! We can talk this out-

Hakari: IT'S HAKARI HANAZONO!!

Both combatants' fists accidently landed straight to both of their boyfriend's cheeks, causing him to spinning towards the ground, Instantly knocking him out in the process.

Hakari/Karane/Shizuka: ('GASPS') RENTAROU!!! (Immediately Rushes Over to Their Boyfriend's Side)

Shizuka: (Already Crying her Eyes Out)

Hakari/Karane: My sweet, darling boy!~/I didn't even see you there, dude! I'M SO SORRY!!~ (Turns to One Another Before Getting Up and Pointing at Each Other) THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!? WHAT!? HOW IS THIS REMOTELY MY FAULT!?

Karane: Well, MAYBE if you didn't try and punch me, none of this would've happened!!

Hakari: You tried to punch me in return, so you're EQUALLY to blame!

Karane: Nuh-uh!

Hakari: Yeah-huh!

Karane: Nuh-uh!

Hakari: Yeah-huh!

Karane: Nuh-

The rivalry duo suddenly hears the sound of growling aa they turn to see Shizuka Yoahimoto glaring directly at the two While a dark, ominous colored aura surrounds her entire body.

Hakari: (Shivering a Bit in Fear) S-S-Shizuka darling? W-What's wrong?

Karane: You're not really mad at us, are you?

Shizuka: (Still Glaring at the Duo in Pure Silence)

Karane: (Starts Shivering in Fear as Well) C-Come on! You saw what there. I-It was only an accident-

Shizuka: (Slowly But Angrily Typing the Words on her Phone) {Talk is now cheap. Now it is the time for both of you to atone. By my own two hands.}

Karane: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock Along with Hakari) ......You serious?

Shizuka gently place her phone down next to an unconscious Rentarou before cracking her knuckles and then neck from side to side.

Hakari: (Panicky Whispers into Karane's Ear) Karane, I think that answers your question effortlessly.

Karane: (Comically Glares at Hakari) YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT, YOU TITS FOR BRA-

Shizuka let's out a cute sounding battle cry as she launches herself towards both of her girlfriends, joining rest of the lovemates in the cloud of fighting, leaving only two members of Rentarou's Family, watching the chaos continues infrint of them.

Mei: Hrmm......This seems to be one of the rare instances where I didn't want my predictions to come to light.

Hahari: Well.....At least, it gotten a lot less chummy around here than usual....(Slowly Shrugs and Smiles)

Mei: ('Sigh') I suppose.....

Eventually, the two ladies managed to calm everyone down shortly after. The gang then patches both of Rentarou's cheeks up and shower him with kisses and hugs as they finally begin their first annual Cuddle Party among themselves, instantly making their day a whole lot better going forward.

#100 girlfriends #aijou rentarou #hakari hanazono #karane inda #shizuka yoshimoto #nano eiai #kusuri yakuzen #hahari hanazono #mei meido #rentarou's family #humor #a bit of hurt and comfort #cute romance #fluff #edited

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#AEMMA | FANFIC EDIT| I'M SURVIVOR 🔥☠️ ⚔️

Las batallas por el Trono de Hierro eran un hecho, en una versión Champiñón decía que Lord Staunton envío una carta de auxilio y para ello el consejo propuso a la Princesa Rhaenys junto a su dragón Meleys a lomos con su armadura de cobre y bronce.

Como era de esperarse según Ser Criston Cole, la Mano del Rey de Aegon Il se apresuró a la batalla donde arqueros tomaron su posición, incluso se decian que había ballestas como también había escorpiones, mismo que en su momento derribaron a Meraxes, en Dorne.

El bufón decía que en retaguardia lo acompañaba la Reina Rhaenyra, los soldados soltaron las lanzas y se dispersaron para protegerse y así como Ser Criston gritaba de "Apuntad al jinete"

Entonces se oyeron rugidos de respuesta y aparecieron Fuegosol y Vhagar como era de esperarse era una trampa.

La Reina Roja junto a su jinete no intentó huir y Meleys se enfrentó al enemigo peleando junto a Vhagar a Fuegosol al mismo tiempo. Siendo una batalla dura, las tres bestias desde arriba disparaban fuego, pero sabía que en la batalla solo tendría que quedar uno así como decían que si hubiera un combate entre Vhagar, la Reina Roja podría enfrentarse y ganar pero esto no. Meleys quedó destrozada y en su cadáver quedó carbonizado de la amada hija del Príncipe Aemon Targaryen y Lady Jocelyn Baratheon, Murió sin conocer el miedo, murió entré fuego y sangre.

Pero según Maestre Munkun y Septon Eustace decían que tras oír que el Vhagar estaba ahí. La ira ganó la carrera y Rhaenyra Targaryen, con fuego en las venas, montó a su dragona Syrax, para así enfrentarse al asesino de su hijo Lucerys, pero se sabía que la dragona no se podría enfrentarse a tamaño de Vhagar, así como Aemma Stark estaba junto a su madre y sus dragones Daella y Cannibal, fue en retaguardia a protegerte a su Reina, así acabar con el Matasangre y con todo sus aliados.

PORQUE SOLO LOS BUENOS SOBREVIVEN ☠️🔥⚔️.

📚: 𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 (publicado)

🖋: LunaticaBlack (wattpad)

🌎: HOTD

💌: Aemond, Aegon T& Cregan Stark

👤: Aemma Velaryon

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esta-elavaris · 7 months

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Fallen Through Time

Part Ten [2,428 words]

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Page breaks by cafekitsune.

Also now on AO3 and FF.net.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - *Part Ten* [you're here!]

Tag list [let me know if you want to be added!]: @missfronkensteen @teawithshakespeare @dancerinthestorm

The books gifted to her by Captain Norrington ended up being a blessing in more ways than one. Yes, it was a relief to see that they were finally on good terms, and that she was at least somewhat sure now that she could talk to him without walking into any unknown bear traps set by his suspicious mind (a good thing, too, because her next course of action would’ve been to serenade him with that one Elvis song, and it would’ve never worked). But the books themselves offered her a way of getting out of the house without being doomed to wander and loiter under the scrutiny of every person who happened to pass by.

They still scrutinised, of course, but at least now she was much too absorbed in the words under her nose to notice them. It also meant she wasn’t stuck with the dilemma of whether to return their stare with one arched eyebrow until they became embarrassed and looked away, or to suddenly pretend to find some aspect of the scenery very interesting until they removed their gaze of their own accord. The former solution was a fun little game to play if she was feeling combative, but it wouldn’t win her any friends.

So, on a few mornings a week when Elizabeth was otherwise occupied with the convoluted minutiae that went into being one of Port Royal’s leading ladies, she would slip out after breakfast – a packed lunch of her own making in hand, as well as Norrington’s books. It was as close as she could get to the concept of simple pleasures, seeing as she sorely lacked the ability to go out and buy herself a mocha followed by a trip to a book shop, but it was much closer than she’d have been able to get without Norrington’s help.

For that, she was grateful. She had much to be grateful for, of that she was fully aware – especially since the reality of her situation sank in, and she stopped feeling like she was wandering through a very strange, and alarmingly lucid dream. Luck had played a big factor in her circumstances. After all, she was not begging on the street, as she might’ve been stuck doing if none had found her. She hadn’t been branded a pirate and hanged, as she might’ve been had Norrington found her. Her biggest worry was passing the hours and preparing, mentally, for Jack’s arrival – and that was a rosy prospect when compared with fears of starvation or lack of shelter.

It wasn’t so much that she doubted her ability to get by under duress, but it was nice not to have to. She’d certainly have no time to sit beneath palm trees by the sea reading books in that world – and it proved such a distraction that she didn’t even notice Norrington’s approach until his shadow fell over her.

“Good afternoon, Miss Byrne,” he eyed her like he wasn’t quite sure what he was up to.

Then again, that had long become his habit – and she was quickly growing used to it.

“Hello, Captain. Is it afternoon already? The books were more of a blessing than I could’ve guessed – I’ve been absorbed since morning,” she said.

“I noticed,” he said, his eyes flickering in the direction of where the Interceptor sat in the water a ways off.

“I’m not sitting right in the middle of another notoriously un-sound site, am I?” she asked, bemused by the admission.

“No – not at all, I…”

Then, though, he must’ve realised the implications of what’s he’d said – like he’d been watching her, for he cleared his throat and continued.

“You’ve gotten through it remarkably quickly,” he nodded to the copy of Meditations, now sitting amidst her many skirts.

Realising she was probably being rude, she made to rise but he stopped her with a gesture, considered her for a moment, and then slowly – reluctantly – lowered himself down to sit beside her. “Even for one who can read.”

He made the joke watching her closely, like he was half-worried she wouldn’t find it funny at all. But she did, not least because it surprised her, and she breathed a laugh.

“I’ll probably read it a few times before I return it to you. Just to save me treating your house like a library I’m not actually banned from. I have to ask, though, am I robbing you of your lunch break again?”

“I seldom take it. Not to eat, in any case – I find it slows me down,” he denied. “Although I see you brought yours with you.”

“I won’t be the idiot who tries to explain the importance of good nutrition to a military man,” she snorted, glancing in the direction of the half of the sandwich she had not yet touched. “Did you like the one I made you? I didn’t know if it was weird of me, but I wanted to do…something, and my resources are limited. Seemed to defeat the point if I was just having the Swanns do something in my name.”

“It was confusing – the dish, not the gesture. That was unusual, perhaps, but the sentiment was appreciated all the same.”

“It’s quite clever actually,” she replied. “The bread lets you eat without your hands ending up covered in food – so you can eat while you work. Or read, in my case. So I won’t be returning your books with greasy little fingerprints all over them. A good on-the-go meal.”

Although side-stepping the name – just in case the Earl of Sandwich was a good friend of the Swanns – felt a little awkward. As she explained it, though, an odd sort of change overcame Norrington’s face, and then he cleared his throat and made a noise that was caught somewhere between a laugh and a cough.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“That…makes more sense.”

“Makes more sense than what?”

“It’s no matter,” he shook his head.

But Theo was like a dog with a bone by that point.

“Don’t tell me you deconstructed it.”

His lips thinned, and she had to remind herself that this was not the sort of man that she could joke around with like that. Groves, maybe, but not Norrington. Then, however, he surprised her by sighing and admitting drily.

“I’m unused to meals that are supposed to come with a set of instructions. A product of my time at sea, no doubt, where dining is altogether simpler.”

Theo laughed, mostly because of his surprising willingness to talk nonsense with her.

“That’s not true – I’ve seen the amount of lobster and crab served around here. That’s an obstacle course disguised as a meal.”

He smirked, bowing his head as he did so as if to hide his mirth. But it shone through in his words.

“Dangerous words, Miss Byrne. They’ll see you uninvited from every dinner party in the port.”

“Do me a favour and repeat the story, then. Loudly and for all to hear,” Theo grinned, a twinkle in her eye.

Although with that said, she feared the topic was steering towards the less than fun time she’d had of it among Port Royal’s best and brightest, so she picked up the half of the sandwich she had not yet touched.

“Here. My eyes were bigger than my stomach. Have it, or it’ll go to waste.”

“I could not rob you of yours.”

“I’m not hungry – and considering how you thought the last one was supposed to be eaten, I’m amazed it wasn’t taken as an act of Irish aggression.”

He sighed, and then eyed it. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Relenting – much to her surprise – he took up the sandwich from the cloth she’d wrapped it in, eyed it, and then took a bite. Theo picked up her book and opened it at the page she’d marked, pretending to read it more than actually eating it. Nobody liked to be creeped on while they ate.

“I’ll admit, Miss Byrne, that I am glad I relented and gave it a second chance,” he said after a few minutes.

She looked up with a little smile, finding a chunk of it gone as he considered the rest. When she next glanced to the Interceptor, she found a few of his men by the nearest rail, turning their gaze in their direction every now and then. Looking back to Norrington, she expected him to make an excuse to quickly leave, but instead he appeared unimpressed at worst, and then spoke again.

“What passage are you at?”

“What? Oh- erm,” she picked the book up, suddenly feeling just the slightest bit nervous as she opened it.

So much had been made of her ability to read, it would be embarrassing now if she arsed up the words and proved herself to actually be illiterate, wouldn’t it?

“If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment,” she read.

At first he was silent, and she wondered if he was just busy eating, but when she next looked at him the sandwich was still in hand, and he was hesitating rather than chewing.

“Do you disagree?” she asked – although she didn’t think he did.

“No,” he admitted readily enough. “But it seems a poor consolation in your current circumstance.”

“Not at all,” she said, and then faltered.

Not because she didn’t know what to say, but because there was a lot that she could say on that score. Her earlier thoughts on how lucky she’d been, on how much worse everything could be. And then there were the constant reminders she firmly gave herself over and over – that her wits had gotten her this far, not only in Port Royal, but in life. What point was there in not trusting them now? When she needed them most? As she dithered, he finished the sandwich, apparently content not to rush her.

“I’ve been lucky,” she settled for. “The only distress that I’ll find here is that which I’ll unleash upon myself – if I decide to be all…fatalistic about everything. Speaking of, actually, there’s another bit here. Accept the things to which fate binds you, but do so with all your heart.”

There was a bit in the middle that she’d carefully omitted – and love the people with whom fate brings you to. The last thing she needed to do was read that out and have him think she was out here husband-hunting, of all things.

“It hasn’t been a difficult thing to accept. Compared to the other, more likely scenarios that could’ve played out. Drowning, becoming shark food…washing up elsewhere.”

“The latter is markedly less disastrous than the previous two.”

“I washed up into the lap of kind folk,” she snorted. “That’s rare. I really beat the odds. I’ll tell you what, though, I’ll never take up gambling in my life – I think I’ve used up all my luck for life since coming here.”

“I shan’t argue with the logic if the end result is wise,” he said drily. “But on that note, I must take my leave. And thank you once again for feeding me.”

“You provide the food for thought,” she brandished the book. “It’s the least I can do.”

He snorted as he stood and bowed his head in farewell – regarding her strangely, albeit with another one of those reluctant chuckles, when she saluted him in parting.

As James went about his duties for the rest of the day, Miss Byrne was never far from his mind. Even if he’d found her intolerable, he would have still gone to speak to her – for he saw no other course of action. If Miss Swann was right, and he was beginning to suspect her way of thinking was much more on the mark than his original line of thought, then Port Royal’s newest resident, then he knew that Miss Byrne would only confide in him (as a role of authority here) if she saw that he truly was amicable. When he wished to be. Sometimes.

Admittedly, none could ever accuse him of being personable, but he was at least fair. He could be turned to in a matter such as this, to handle it with whatever delicacy was required. There were no delusions in his mind that they would become great friends, nor that she would more readily confide in him over Elizabeth thanks to something such as friendship, but she had to see that he was a trusted figure - one that would protect the good folk here. And it was looking more and more as if she was one of those good folk. Strange, perhaps, but good.

All of this was true, and all of it was sincere. It was just a somewhat surprising after-effect that he did not find her intolerable. Even as he'd been perfectly prepared to go to her and bite his tongue through all manner of inanities, solely in the name of building a rapport that would prove useful later. In fact, the more they spoke, the more he found himself strangely enjoying her company rather than merely tolerating it, or putting on a show of finding it entertaining.

Throughout the rest of the day, he attended to his work aboard the Interceptor, readying it for their next voyage – a short one, merely aimed at maintaining peace and safety on the surrounding waters rather than rooting out any ill-folk. As he did, though, he found himself repeatedly glancing in the direction where she sat beneath her tree, never once looking up from the book.

Towards the end of the day – when a warm, glowing afternoon was beginning to fade to a cool evening – he looked back to that same patch, deciding that if she was still there, then the gentlemanly thing to do would be presenting an offer to walk her back to the mansion, as a matter of safety…and found himself feeling oddly disappointed when she was no longer there. And that ran the risk of becoming rather dangerous indeed.

#catch the wind #ctw #james/theodora #james and theodora #fallen through time esta-elavaris #ftt #james norrington/oc #james norrington x oc #pirates of the caribbean fanfic #pirates of the caribbean fanfiction #james norrington fanfic #james norrington fanfiction

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deadolloading · 10 months

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Solicitudes

Presentación de mi perfil, lo que escribo, reglas.

¡Hola pequeña personita! Me presento, soy deadolloading aún que pueden decirme Joven D, Doll, Dolly o como gustes. Mis pronombres son She/Her/Him, ¡Pero puedes decirme como sea!

Mi blog es totalmente en contenido en español, esto es debido a que no se mucho de inglés y hasta que no lo aprenda en su totalidad, no haré contenido en inglés.

El contenido de mi perfil apunta específicamente a todo lo relacionado con fanfics, pequeños escritos míos, etc. Igualmente los fanfics van del famoso Character x Reader o como el famoso Character x T/N.

Personas de cualquier edad, genero, creencia o nacionalidad ¡Es completamente bienvenido! Ya que mi contenido va para todo público ya que me incomoda escribir cualquier cosa NSFW, por lo que todo mi contenido es SFW, en caso de ser lo contrario se pide que no interactúen con esa publicación.

Requests are open!

Lea esto antes de solicitar cualquier fanfic, headcanon y esas cosas (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

Nota: A veces no puedo publicar mucho debido a lo ocupado que suelo estar.

Soy muy imaginativo con headcanons, escenarios/drabbles y es posible que veas mucho de eso en mi perfil, pero nada de fanfics o one-shots y tendrás que esperar mucho tiempo para que haga uno.

Por favor, no envíe hagas spam de solicitudes porque en esos caso no lo haré.

Si no publico un post muy largo, puede ser porque no tengo mucha imaginación en ese momento, disculpas de antemano.

¡El inglés no es mi primer idioma! Así que lo siento mucho por lo que solo escribiré en español.

Cuando pida algo en mi bandeja, por favor dame detalles de lo que quieres, como una parte específica que desea que agregue, qué personaje, género del lector, etc.

Solo puede escribir de 2 a 3 personajes a la vez.

Quiero que este lugar sea seguro tanto para mí como para los lectores.

Tengo todo el derecho a rechazar una solicitud, especialmente si rompe con las reglas que ya tengo.

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Relaciones poliamorosas.

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⠀⠀ ⠀ Reglas ⛧ ?!

ㅤㅤ⛧ Especificar por favor lo que quieren, no soy adivina. Si quieren cierta situación especifica, ese tipo de cosas ya saben.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Al momento de escribir para lectores, lo diré de una vez, no se mucho de pronombres. Por lo que si quieres de un personaje no binario o algo así, por favor dime como es su uso de pronombres para escribirlo y te sientas cómodo.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Esto totalmente abierta a la idea de escribir OC x Character, para eso pido que en privado me den algo de información de su oc. Alguna ficha, descripción de personalidad y física, ese tipo de cosas.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Pido que me tengan paciencia, suele escribir de forma muy tardada debido a mi gran bloqueo de escritor. Ténganme paciencia, soy nuevo en esto :').

ㅤㅤ⛧ ¡Pueden pedirme cualquier cosa! Romance, platónico, relación padre/madre e hijx, de hermandad, etc.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Por favor, pido respeto ya que esto es como un tipo de pasatiempo para mi. No vengo a molestar a nadie y tampoco vengo a que me molesten. Si no les gusta mi perfil o tienes problemas conmigo, te pido amablemente que dejes mi perfil y con gusto puedes bloquearme.

Eso sería todo por mi parte, bienvenidos a mi perfil y espero que les guste mi contenido.

¡Nos vemos!

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1000night · 1 year

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DILF HP AU

Ravenclaw time!!!

Warnings: smut, polyamary, don't like don't read

<Previous Part

Ravenclaw

You don't quite know why you'd be sorted to Ravenclaw. You might have some clever or intelligent, but you sure you're not enough to enter this house.

You think this is some fault or bug. But your housemates don't think so.

Yes, your behaves are usually clumsy, and your knowledge or the ability of insight may not as sensitive as normal or 'classic' Ravenclaw.

But you can focus on searching and make notes for your fanfics and stay in the stacks of books and datas for several hours. You are willing to sit and dare to ask people those things to understand yourself.

And you'd always look up at them with the eyes of admiration, shyness and sparkling joy.

Always make them so hard.

So, for helping their clumsy Chika, they designed some games to help her to study.

Your hands are tied up above your head, your legs parted and tied up, the silk is bind to different sides leg of your bed.

“Tell me, Chika. What does Reparifarge do?”

You whimper and your walls clench when you heard his low and deep voice. You tries to recall what is the book write in.

“Un...Undo Transfiguration.”

“Correct” You can feel the dildo speed up and pressing the special spot. You moans and squirming.

Two hands palm your breasts and squeeze them. And someone pets and strokes your clit.

“You've answered 10 questions correctly, Chika. Now you'll have some bonus rewards.” you recognise this voice is belong to Bucky. He kisses your nerve bundle and message your clit.

“Tell me what do you want to do and who?” And this is Scott.

“Ung...Jake and Ran...” Your legs are shaking and your hips move themselves.

“And what do you want us to reward you, Chika? You know Barber won't let us take the fucking dildo out and replace our cock inside your perfect hole before your test finish. I know you miss the feeling we fuck you take turns, angel. I miss that old times too.” Ransom stroke your hair and tug some behind your ear.

“Want you...use my boobs and my pussy to jerk off, and cum on my puss or my stomack.” you bubbling and they all curse when they see your smirk smile

“Shit, Chika. You just read those smut fics again huh? Tell me, how many times the reader cums?” Jake rubs his heavy mushroom head against your clit and the small bundle, your body shrinks and limps.

“She...she doesn't renember because she pass out.”

“Aww, then your challenge time would be extended, Lady Bird.” Andy winks at you while he gives you a smugly smirk

Ransom squeeze your breast and shoves his length between them and groans.

“Ahhh...I fucking love these soft tits. The fourth place of my favourite part of your body.”

“I bet the top one is her thighs, you prick.” Bucky teased and grunt when he watching Jake and Ransom use your tits and pussy while one dildo in your pussy already.

“Ha! That's you, Barnes. That's why she let you fuck her thighs and cum in her mouth. You're a creepy...ohshit! Chika this feels so good! I support your bad girl behaviour about reading smuts. Ugh...yes...ohhh...”

“Who can blame me? Her plum thighs are inviting me all the time, did I ever told you I want to fuck you when I see your bare legs show up in front of me, Chika?”

You nod and roll your head to lick Andy's harden member.

“Naughty girl, you still want to seduce me when you have two men pleasure you? Huh, I am not complain at all, Lady Bird.”

Andy touches your cheeks and uses his thumb to brush away your tears on the corner of your eyes.

Several minutes later, Andy shoots his loads down your throat while the others cum on your body.

Jake and Bucky choose on your pussy and inner thighs; Ransom choose on your tits, and Scott choose on your stomach.

And you, your climax hit you when they all cum with the animalistic roars.

The dildo is pulled out after your body recovers from your high. And the next moment, someone turns you to the left side, you face Andy and just when you blinks to him with your confused eyes, someone thrusts into you without warnings.

You yelped and arch your back, you feels like your head against a broad, hot chest.

“Time to continue the test, Andy.” It's Scott.

His hands holding your waist, pull until nearly out completely, and slams back hard, your eyes start teary again.

“Don't worry, Lady Bird. We have a lot of time to help you gained those knowledge and train your body.” Scott chuckles, and just when you lift up your eyes, you can see their hungry eyes staring at your swollen pussy is opened up by Scott's big, fat cock, and the foams of your body fluids linger on your soft skin.

Scott nips your earlobe and whisper in your ear:

“We will continue until you answer those questions correctly but forget them instantly after you cum so hard that you can only remember our names.”

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