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magiccath · 2 months

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The Sniffles

tenth doctor x reader (ambiguous relationship)

Summary: In which you hide being sick from the Doctor

You stumbled into the TARDIS control room, very obviously sick, even if you refused to admit it. Companions didn’t get sick. Plus, you were still functional. Mostly.

“I was thinking we could travel back in time today,” the Doctor said in his usually cheery voice, moving about the console with boundless energy, “Maybe Victorian England? Or the moon launch! Definitely the moon launch,” he grinned, turning to you for approval.

You nodded and the Doctor didn’t need much more confirmation than that. He ran around the control room, piloting the ship in a chaotic manner.

“It’s even more brilliant up close, I promise,” he rambled on, still running about the ship. “One of the greatest feats of humankind if you ask me.”

You sniffled as quietly as possible, rubbing your nose on the back of your sleeve. The Doctor didn’t pay any mind to you, still rambling on about the moon. You wished your nose wasn’t so stuffy, you wished that you weren’t exhausted and sick.

“Very characteristic of you lot to see a rock in the sky and decide to venture to it. It’s like that guy who climbed Mount Everest, what was his name?” he frowned, momentarily pausing his chaotic movements.

“George Mallory?” you ventured. The Doctor snapped loudly in your direction, a big grin plastered on his face.

“That one! He wanted to climb Everest because-”

“Because it’s there,” you said simultaneously, though in a significantly more congested voice than the Doctor. He referenced it a lot, usually as an example of humanity's stupidity. If the Doctor noticed your parroting, he didn’t show it.

“That essentially sums up how humans feel about the moon. Great big, strange rock in the sky, you better go claim it.”

You nodded along, your focus slowly slipping as he continued to talk. You were already so exhausted and you hadn’t even done much yet. Your head felt heavier than a bowling ball and your sinuses were clogged up beyond belief. At this point, you just wanted to crawl back into bed and never leave again.

Sensing that you had stopped paying attention, the Doctor halted his emphatic rambling.“What’s wrong?” he asked, moving over to you and crossing his arms while frowning slightly. Usually you at least feigned interest in his ramblings.

“Nothing,” you lied, though it wasn’t very convincing. You didn’t have the energy to lie to the Doctor right now.

His frown deepened as he leaned closer to you, examining you like some alien gadget he couldn’t figure out.

Without warning he reached his hand out, resting the back of his hand against your forehead. Mostly out of instinct, you pulled away from him with a frown. “Hey!” you snapped, swatting his hand away.

“You’re burning up!” he retorted, his voice cross.

“It’s warm in here.”

“No, it’s not. You’re always complaining about it being cold,” he pointed out, challenging you to deny it. Unfortunately, he was entirely right. He kept the TARDIS much colder than you would prefer. You just stayed silent since you didn’t have anything to retaliate with. Unfortunately for your argument, your silence was punctuated with a sniffle followed by a suppressed cough.

“Come on, back to bed,” the Doctor sighed, tilting his head in the direction of your room.

“I’m fine!” you argued again, which would have been much more convincing if it wasn’t accompanied by a series of sneezes.

“Are you sure about that?” the Doctor huffed, looking at you condescendingly.

“It’s just a little cold.” you sniffled slightly, fighting the urge to sneeze again.

“Mhm, even if it is ‘just a little cold’ you need to get some rest,” he chastised, guiding you out of the control room.

“I’m perfectly fine,” you repeated but didn’t protest as he guided you back to your room.

“Sure you are,” the Doctor rolled his eyes behind your back. Stubborn as ever.

He guided you through your door and into your bedroom, pulling back the covers for you and gesturing for you to get in bed.

“I’m going to go grab you medicine, if you move I’m going to be very upset,” he emphasized, tucking the blankets around you. You sniffled again and nodded your understanding. Frankly, you were too tired to keep fighting him on this. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t be a bad thing.

The Doctor left the room to grab some medicine and a warm cup of tea and honey. When he returned, you were still bundled up in the blankets, sniffling quietly.

He handed you the medicine and a glass of water, watching as you took it. When you were done, he swapped the glass of water for the tea.

“It will help you feel better, I promise,” he urged, wrapping your hands around the warm mug. The steam wafting from the cup was so enticing he didn’t have to ask you twice. You drank the tea happily, the warm liquid heating your body and clearing your sinuses and throat a bit. When you were done, the Doctor took the cup back from you.

“Why would you hide something like this from me?” he said, his eyebrows knit together. He was genuinely concerned about you, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him a bit that you hadn’t felt safe enough to let him know you were sick.

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” you whispered, frowning slightly.

“You’re not a burden,” he responded, shaking his head without hesitation.

“What about the moon landing?”

“It will still be there when you are feeling better.”

“And you?”

“I’ll also be here,” he smiled warmly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb comfortingly. All of time and space could wait, right now all that mattered to him was getting his favorite companion feeling better.

“Now, get some rest. Please,” he whispered, tucking the blankets around you again, ensuring you were safely bundled up in bed. When he was done, he gently kissed your forehead before getting up to leave.

“Doctor?”

“Hm?” He hummed, his hand hovering over your door handle.

“Will you stay with me?” you whispered. A grin took over the Doctor’s face. He slipped his shoes off quickly before practically leaping into your bed. He was always game for a good cuddle.

“I don’t wanna get you sick,” you argued as he snuggled in next to you, opening his arms as an invitation.

“Superior Time Lord immune system,” he shrugged, beckoning you into his arms. You obliged, wrapping your arms around his slender middle.

“Not everything Time Lord is superior,” you grumbled, burning your face in his chest. In response, he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “Except maybe the cuddles,” you murmured, nuzzling slightly against his chest. Blimey, he was a good cuddler. He chuckled and placed another gentle kiss on your head.

You sniffled again and sneezed against him before quickly apologizing. At this point, you were bound to get him sick too.

“Don’t worry about it,” he cooed, brushing his thumb against your cheek comfortingly. “It’s gonna take more than the sniffles to get rid of me,” he reassured. Getting sick from you was the least of his worries right now.

“Now, get some rest,” he whispered into your hair, resting his face on the top of your head. You didn’t protest this time, you were way too comfortable. Happy and safe in his arms you found yourself quickly drifting off to sleep.

The Doctor was soon to follow, exhausted from all of your travels, though he would never admit it.

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jjtheresidentbaby · 28 days

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Hi! Congrats on 1000 followers!

Could you do a cg! Rafe Cameron x little! Reader with the prompts "shh, go back to sleep. you need it." and "shh shh, no, it's alright. you're fine, shh."

Btw, I love your blog and I’m so happy you’re doing obx fics now!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you’re fine ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

» rafe cameron x reader

» a/n: hope you don’t mind me taking some creative liberties and making this pouge!reader turned kook!reader

» warnings: set sometime in season 3, talk of canon events, pouge!reader turned kook!reader, pet names, nightmares, angst, crying, hurt/comfort I’m still not sure I like this

Rafe jolts when you wake up with a choked off scream that quickly turns to a sob, he moves from his place in a chair in the corner of the room to the side of your bed in seconds, already reaching to rub your back.

“Shh, shh, no, it's alright. you're fine, shh.” He soothes and pulls you up into his lap when you reach out for him.

“It’s okay baby, you’re alright.” It’s so gentle coming out of his mouth you’d swear it wasn’t Rafe if it wasn’t for the moonlight coming in through the window lighting up his distraught expression scrunched on his face.

It’s been months of this. Of waking up in nightmares that leave you shaking and grasping for Rafe to be at your side, of Rafe doing absolutely everything he can to comfort you, of you trying to adjust to living in Tannyhill with Rafe rather than back on the Cut near Jj’s house where you grew up. You and Jj don’t talk anymore, none of the pogues give you so much as a sparing glance, they’re all too aware of what side you chose when you didn’t flee off that cargo ship with them- you stayed with Rafe.

“I- I was back there-.” Rafe tightens his arms around you with a low shh that you listen to easily, leaning into his touch and letting him start to rock the both of you in place.

“You’re not there, you’re here with me. We’re safe and back in obx, we never have to be there again.” It’s not the fear that was steadily coursing through your veins on that boat that bothers you, really it isn’t, it’s the look of absolute betrayal that spread over all your old friends’ faces.

It’s something you can’t shake and while you know you made the right decision- you, Rafe, and Barry melted the cross down, you’re all rich, Ward isn’t around to bother you, you’re living a better lifestyle than you’ve ever dreamed- it’s still stomach churning to think about the pogues. You don’t even know where they are right now or what they’ve been up to, once they found out you helped melt the cross that was it, you had hope that maybe they’d see where you were coming from but that crossed the line. A line you truly didn’t think existed.

You grew up on the Cut with them, hell you had problems with Kiara when John B introduced her because she had a house on Figure Eight, you never thought you’d end up on this side of island for anything more than a job or a party, you thought you’d be with them no matter what, that nothing that happened would break the bond between you and the other pogues and now-. If you think about this too much you’ll get a headache.

“Shh, go back to sleep. you need it." The feeling of Rafe’s chin hooking atop your head brings you back to where you are.

“I’m sorry.” After that day on the boat where you had clung to Rafe the second you two were alone, crying and scared, slipped so far into your headspace you couldn’t think about that fact that you were hugging around Rafe Cameron- it feels like all you’ve done is apologize to him. The guilt of absolutely everything you do eats at you, no matter what choice you make it ends up hurting someone, you end up being the problem.

“You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Rafe replies with zero hesitation as he always done. He’s never questioned your loyalty to him or said you need to get over what happened with the pogues, in some weird way you think understands it, he doesn’t have anyone but you and Barry left. And even then- Barry betrayed him once, you can still feel the tension between them at times because of it.

“You’re always taking care of me and I’m still a mess.” It took all of two seconds for Rafe to jump into caregiver mode on that boat when he realized that you were regressed, you don’t think he’s ever gotten out of it. Months later and nothing has changed, he’s taken on the role as your caregiver without a single question or judgement made, as if he already knows everything he needs to know to watch you.

“Shush baby, it’s not your fault those pogues put you through so much.”

Logically you know Rafe’s version of events are skewed and probably will be no matter what you say- but it still hurts a little to think he blames them in full. It was your own fault, you went along with every plan they came up with from that first day John B said you guys should go out looking for the royal merchant after that storm, and even if you eventually felt out of your depth and like things were getting too hectic and you wanted to tell them to stop- to go back to how you all were before- it’s still on you.

“They’re never going to forgive me.” You whisper and truly don’t mean to, that was supposed to stay in your head.

“They’ve put you through hell, you aren’t the one that needs to be forgiven, you made the right decision. The smart one.” You nod at Rafe’s serious but soft tone and curl farther into his chest.

“Yeah, I’m glad I have you.” Everything else aside- you’d do anything to keep Rafe around, he’s there for you in a way none of the pogues ever have been and you can’t ignore that.

“You’ll always have me baby.” He presses a kiss to the side of your forehead and lays you both back against the bed, shifting slightly so you can lay over his chest and he can pull a blanket over both of you.

“Try and sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You hum to Rafe, letting your eyes slip shut in contentment. He will be here when you wake up, you know that, you’d never doubt that, and it makes some of that guilt slip off your shoulders.

#jj writes #jj events #outer banks agere #little!reader #caregiver!rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #pouge!reader turned kook!reader #<< I’ll probably write more of this if yall like it

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galactic-magick · 11 months

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Beach Day: Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Seeing your boyfriend on the beach awakens your insecurities about dating a perfect golden boy, and said boyfriend is more than willing to silence those insecurities.

Words: 0.9k

Warnings: talk of insecurities, also some making out

You never thought you’d be having a beach day with the Guardians of the Galaxy—but here you are, sitting on a sandy towel within eyesight of beautiful waves. The sky on this planet is a gorgeous purple, reflecting on the water. Phyla, Rocket, and Groot are building the most complex sandcastle you’ve ever seen, Kraglin is using the trees for target practice, and Adam is playing fetch with Cosmo. It’s quite peaceful—a nice slowdown from the last chaotic mission you had.

This was somewhat your idea actually, since you mentioned a memory of going to the beach back home on Earth. Everyone on the team had either never been to a beach before or it had been so long they didn’t remember what it was like, so the next planet you came across you decided to take a mini vacation.

Your boyfriend, Adam, was definitely the most excited. Not only did he want to experience something like this with you, but he never would’ve had something like this with the Sovereign. Beaches are messy, and certainly no place for an elite race of people.

Still, even though Adam’s been removed from that world for over a year now, he continues to be out of place. You watch him as he laughs with the others, the sound of an angel. His hair falls all over the place, but even when it’s tousled it’s still perfect. His golden skin glistens in the sunlight, complimenting the purple sky. His body is perfectly sculpted, not a single flaw in sight. He is gorgeous in every way.

You’ve never told him how it makes you feel sometimes, dating a man who was quite literally designed to be perfect. You’re just a normal Terran, full of blemishes and insecurities. You have more faults and defects than you can count, both on the inside and the outside. You look so plain compared to him, and even beyond appearances you’re not sure how much you really have to offer him.

After the sun sets, you all pack up and head back to the ship for the night to sleep. Adam notices something is off with you as you settle down in your shared quarters, which greatly confuses and concerns him.

“Are you alright?” he asks, taking a step towards you. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah I had fun,” you turn your back to him while you change into your pajamas, “I’m fine,”

He grabs the hem of your pajama shirt as you’re putting it on, pulling the rest of it down as his knuckles graze your sides. He then snakes his arms under your arms gently, wrapping them around you in a hug.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,”

You sigh, turning around to face him, “I did have fun. I’m not lying about that part,”

“Good!” he smiles, “But you’re not fine?”

“I’m fine, I’m just...not feeling good about myself,”

An even deeper wave of concern falls over his features, “You don’t feel good? Are you sick?”

You can’t help but laugh despite your melancholy. Sometimes you forget he still doesn’t understand many things.

“Not that kind of not feeling good, more like I don’t like myself right now. I’ve just been getting in my head a lot and overthinking stuff,”

“How could you not like yourself? You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met! Did something happen today that made you feel this way?”

“It’s going to sound so stupid-”

He puts a finger to your mouth, “Hush. It’s not stupid if it hurt your feelings like this,”

“But what if it was you?”

His eyes widen, “I hurt you?”

“Well, no. I don’t know. Ugh…” you sit down on the bed, face in your hands. “You didn’t directly hurt me or anything. I guess...I guess I just don’t understand why someone like you is with someone like me,”

He comes to sit beside you as you continue.

“I mean, you’re so perfect, and I’m very much not. You look like heaven as a person and I can’t find a single thing wrong with you. Watching you on the beach today made me think about how beautiful you are. And it’s not even just that, you’re also the sweetest person ever. You treat me better than anyone I’ve ever been with in the past, and your heart is just as golden as your skin. I just don’t get what you see in me when you’re...well...you,”

Adam is stunned at your words, instantly feeling horrible for indirectly making you feel this way. In his mind, everything is the exact opposite. He sees you as the perfect person, and himself as just a messed up monster with gold plating. He couldn’t possibly put into words what he feels for you and how he sees you.

So rather than fumbling over his words, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you, tenderly and passionately. After caressing and kissing every feature, he moves down to your neck and shoulders, roaming his hands over your back and torso. There’s nothing needy about his movements, only a pure demonstration of his undying love for you.

He doesn’t go too far down before coming back up to capture your lips, remaining there while his hands smooth over the rest of your body. He pulls your close, as close as he can without risking hurting you with his strength. He touches you like you’re a masterpiece, a piece of art created from the divine. He’s grateful beyond belief that you’ve chosen him as a partner, and he knows he wouldn’t be who he is now without you.

He pulls away for a brief minute, looking into your eyes.

“You’re the one who’s perfect, not me,” he says. “Don’t you dare believe anything different,”

You nod in understanding before bringing his lips back to yours, determined to return the intense amount of love he just gave you.

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Did I miss my window on the drunk drabbles!? Could I request drunk crosshair getting messy drunk? Pls <3 much love and remember to stay hydrated

no you're weren't too late :) i loved this prompt idea!!

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It was clear that Crosshair hadn’t drank in a while, because according to Wrecker he used to be able to handle his liquor better than the entire Bad Batch combined, but now it had taken barely three drinks before he was completely out of his mind.

Slumped over on the countertop of Cid’s bar, he burped loudly for the entire room to hear, and Hunter just rolled his eyes with a sigh. You watched the sniper with a curious expression, checking to see if the glass he was holding was in danger of falling to the floor (or at least, that’s what you told yourself).

You had held something of a fascination with Crosshair, having joined the squad when he was still working with the Empire. And now that he was back, you couldn’t help the way you wanted to get to know him, no matter how prickly and standoffish he may have seemed.

Hunter could see where your eyes kept shifting to, and he raised his eyebrows at you. “Just let him be,” he said quietly. “I think he has a lot of feelings that he needs to work through.”

You nodded, but didn’t want to completely listen to the advice. Clearly he was more drunk now than he had been in a while, possibly more drunk than he had ever been. It didn’t seem right to just leave him somewhere to figure everything out himself, and when the rest of the Batch retired to the ship to go to sleep, you elected to stay behind.

“Are you sure?” Echo had asked you, a concerned expression on his face. “I can stay here if you want, this way he has someone to make sure he doesn’t pass out in an alley.”

You laughed, patting the ARC trooper’s shoulder and shaking your head. “No, don’t worry about it. I know you’re tired, and I should be fine here on my own.” He nodded, and only left the cantina after making you promise to comm him if anything went wrong.

And just like that, you were alone with Crosshair.

He was mumbling to himself at this point, and you wondered what else would happen before you were finally able to convince him to go back to bed. From what the rest of the Batch had told you about him, he didn’t seem like the type to cry while drunk, but you never knew.

“Anotherrrr,” he slurred, holding out the empty bottle of beer that he had finished.

“Absolutely not, Grumpy,” Cid said from behind the bar, shooting you a look that screamed get him out of here or I’m going to lose it. “You’re being cut off for the evening.”

Crosshair mumbled something not-so-nice under his breath, and you snapped your fingers, causing him to look over in your direction. The stern expression on your face and the way you shook your head made your feelings clear. “Oh I get it,” he drawled. “You’re my babysitter for the evening. How does it feel to be stuck with the job nobody wants?”

“For your information, I chose to remain here and make sure you got back to the ship safely,” you snapped.

“How noble, do you want a prize?” he sneered, and you tried to remember that this was likely just the alcohol talking. “Still, it wasn’t like anyone else was going to do it.”

For a moment, you could read his true feelings through his expression, he was sad, and he didn’t know what to do about it. Instead of trying to argue the point further, especially to a man who would in no way remember this the next morning, you decided to try a different approach and try to herd him back to the ship. And for the most part, it was successful, once you managed to get Crosshair to an open area. He was certainly more drunk than he was used to, given the fact that he stubbed his toe twice (on two different tables!), and he threw up a little in Cid’s trash can on the way out. After he realized that you weren’t going to go away, and that you didn’t shrink away from his insults, Crosshair got a little easier to deal with.

Once you finally made it back to the Marauder, you literally had to wrap your arm around his waist and get him into his bunk. Hunter was still awake, and he looked at you two with an odd expression, but you preemptively silenced any comment he would have made with a quick glare.

The touches you shared with Crosshair seemed far too intimate for a man you barely knew, but there was no way he would have any recollection of this, which made it a little easier to process. You rifled through the medkit to look for a pain reliever, and you left two of them on the little ledge next to his bunk, along with a canteen of water for the next morning, because he was going to need it.

And as you laid down in your own bunk, you tried to forget the feeling of him laying his head on your shoulder and his fingertips gripping your waist, but you knew that wouldn’t be happening any time soon.

#🍷 blurbs #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x you #tbb crosshair #crosshair x reader #crosshair x gender neutral reader #crosshair x you #the bad batch fanfiction #the bad batch x reader #star wars x reader

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analogwriting · 5 months

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It Comes in Waves

Chapter 6: Tidal Waves

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 2.7k first|prev|next

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Law turned to look at you and, in that moment, it hit you just how close the two of you were sitting. He took you in, concern spreading across his face. “You’re really pale for just a few scratches on the face,” he said. You shrugged. “I’m fine.” Then your door swung open and you were yanked out of the car. “Ack!”

“Y/n!”

You were met with a pissed commander. The world was spinning slightly, but you pushed it down. You were going to relish in this moment. “Good afternoon, commander,” you said with a sly smile. The same kind the commander loved to use. You saw the fury in his eyes and he tossed you into the car.

You stumbled, expecting to feel the cool metal of the car but was met with Law’s firm chest instead. “Oh, hello. Didn’t see you there,” you mumbled, a little delirious from bloodloss. You were fine. It was fine. “Holy shit, y/n. Why didn’t you tell me you were stabbed this bad?” Law looked at the gash in your side and you shrugged. “Had to win. Didn’t want you to worry. ‘S fine. Just need some food n’ water.”

Law held you up with a sigh. “You’re impossible.” You snorted. “I thought I was incredible.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” the commander piped in. You looked over at him. “Oh right. You’re still here.”

“What is the meaning of this?” he spat. You looked at him. “Meaning of what?” Commander Lindsay was seething. “You winning. There’s no way in hell that you won. Not with your time restraint.” You just shrugged, smiling lazily as you leaned heavily into the doctor next to you.

“You must have cheated.” The commander stepped towards you and Law stepped in between the two of you. “They didn’t cheat. There’s no way we could’ve cheated. We won fair and square. I’d even say with the odds against us.”

“Then how did you win? You're pirates? You've never driven before!”

You groaned. “What is with everyone and assuming I’ve never seen a fucking car before? For ocean’s sake. Like, I’m not even really a pirate. I just travel a lot.” You left it at that, couldn’t go airing out your own laundry now.

“So you lied.” The commander was not letting this go.

“Not my fault you played the assumption game and lost.” The look in the commander’s eyes, you could tell he was fighting the urge to absolutely kick your ass but you were right. You had won fair and square.

A devious smile spread across his face as he surely thought of pulling the wool over your eyes. “Alright. However…there are two of you. Which isn’t fair. We’ll let y/n make the decision. You both get your freedom but-”

“His ship and crew.” You didn't hesitate. You knew what he was going to say. You knew he was going to pull that shit from the beginning. He was a textbook bad guy - easy to read and predict. You’d been thinking about it since he had first told you about it. Law's head snapped in your direction. “Y/n.” You held a hand up to silence him but kept your eye on the commander. You pushed off of Law, standing on your own. The world was spinning but you weren’t letting it get to you.

Kemel’s face fell. “B-But we have your necklace.”

You blinked. “And?”

“It's your people's prized possession.”

“My people? I don't believe I know what you're talking about.”

“The necklaces are sacred among your people. An extension of yourself.” How the fuck did he know so much?

“Listen. I don't know what the hell you think I am. Or where you heard all that mumbo jumbo but it was just a random necklace I found at a market.”

The commander was angry again. “That bastard,” he mumbled. You were honestly panicking on the inside, but you had a feeling from the beginning that something like this happened. You’d been planning on playing it off then you can sneak in later and get it. If they thought it was nothing, then they wouldn’t guard it as much, right?

“Seems someone fed you the wrong info, huh?” You just wanted to know who the hell gave him the info.

“Well, we're still keeping it. Just in case you're trying to lie.”

You shrugged. “Keep it. Throw it away. I don't care. Give us his ship and crew.”

The commander sulked off, but there was a fire in his eye that claimed he was about to kill someone. At least it wasn't you guys. “At least he’s a man of his word,” you mumbled.

You looked to Law. “Well, that was fun.” You felt yourself grow woozy again and Law stepped forward, catching you as you almost fell. You thanked him, standing up again. He frowned as he looked at you, clearly worried.

He opened his mouth to say something when suddenly-

“CAPTAIN!!!” “BOSS!” “Y/N?!”

You looked over to see the crew rushing towards the both of you. You barely had time to process what was happening before you were pulled into a group hug. A flash of white came across your vision as your wound was pressed into and you almost passed out.

“Careful! Y/n is injured!” Law started pushing his crew members away from you and you felt yourself beginning to fall before Law caught you. A marine came over and Penguin held you up while Law’s cuffs were undone. He rubbed his wrists and sighed. You looked at the marks they left on his wrists and frowned deeply. “My eyes are up here,” Law’s voice brought you back before you had the chance to spiral. How did he know?

“You’re bleeding!” Bepo’s voice rang out, concern spreading across his face. “I’m-”

“I swear, y/n, if you say you’re fine one more time, I’m going to let you die.” Law suddenly lifted you up in his arms and you yelped in surprise. “Let’s head back before they decide to lock us up again. I’m sure there’s a grace period.” He was back to sounding like a captain again. He probably also had more energy now that those damn cuffs weren’t on him.

Once boarded on the Polar Tang again, it was immediately submerged. Law wanted to put as much distance between the island and the submarine as possible.

However, you were antsy about that. You still needed to go back for your necklace. The commander was right. It was so important to you. It was sacred. It contained something that you can't exactly live without. Not effectively anyway. Not without losing your humanity.

Right now, he was currently stitching you up with the help of Bepo. You already had bandages on your cheek and the bridge of your nose.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Bepo said after Law finished up. They had also given you a snack and some water, so you were feeling much better and the color was returning to your skin. You looked towards the polar bear, guilt creeping into your chest. That’s right…Law mentioned he cried after you left. That he was worried about you.

“I’m sorry for disappearing on you like that, Bepo,” you said softly, frowning. You took his large paws in your hands. “I won’t do that again, okay? I’ll always make sure to say goodbye first,” you said. He looked at you and nodded. “O-Okay!” He smiled widely at you.

That night, they threw a party - a celebration for surviving and for winning. Once you entered the room where it was being held, the iconic duo immediately came to your side, pulling you in. They apparently had a bunch of things to catch you up on.

While you had been in recovery the last time, they had taken turns reading a romance novel to you. Which you didn't remember because you weren't conscious but as soon as they spoke about it, you remembered. Comas were weird. They were telling you what happened in the next book. It was very juicy to say the least.

Eventually, the anxiety began to eat away at you. The further you ventured from the island, the more you worried about the success rate of retrieving your necklace.

“Y/n.” You looked up as Law said your name. Then he nodded towards the hallway, signaling he needed to talk to you. You simply nodded, dismissed yourself from Shachi and Penguin, and headed towards the hallway.

“You look troubled,” he said once you were down the hall a bit. How was he able to read you so easily? It’s like he always knew what you were thinking before you even finished a thought.

“When are we surfacing?”

“Eager you leave?” Law scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Can't stand us that much, huh?”

“It's not that!” You looked at him in somewhat of a panic and guilt appeared on his face. He knew how much you cared about the crew now. He hadn’t forgotten what you said to him in the cell those few days ago. It was meant to be a light joke, but his voice didn’t carry the sarcasm like he meant for it to.

“I know. I know.” His voice softened. “You need to go back, don't you?”

You nodded, looking at your feet.

“The necklace is important, isn't it?” You nodded again. “So what he was saying was true.” A nod.

“I just don't know how he got that information. How did he know who I was?” Your voice was soft and there was a hint of fear. You were terrified. If people were starting to catch on to who you were, it was only a matter of time before they put your face to your bounty. You wouldn't be a secret anymore. And everyone around you would be in that much more danger. You just hoped that this little fiasco would throw them off your trail.

“What's so important about the necklace?”

You looked towards him. “Well, when we're born, a necklace is forged using stones from deep below the ocean. Not exactly sea prism but another kind of rock that only is found near my island. We are known as friends of the sea. Our people have a very deep relationship with the sea.” You pause, not wanting to bore the doctor.

“Anyway. Each necklace is embedded with a sort of…magic. We can place things inside and draw them out at will. But only us. And I don't mean my people. Only I can access my own necklace. Mostly because in order to withdraw, it has to be me touching it and I have to imagine what I want to withdraw.” At this point, you were just talking and rambling. You weren’t sure if things were making much sense, but you couldn’t stop the word vomit coming out of your mouth.

You glanced at Law, expecting him to look bored, but he looked the opposite.

“A-anyway. Long story, short. There are some very important items in there. And something vital. I can't survive right without it.”

Law nodded. “Tell me. Does it look like this?”

Lo and fucking behold, he pulls your necklace out of his own hoodie. He takes it off and holds it out. You stare for a long moment in disbelief. You looked from the necklace to Law to the necklace again. You slowly took it in your hand. The stone glowed slightly as you put it over your head. The glow grew brighter, spreading over your chest before it the light seemed to disappear into your chest. Law watched with bewilderment. “Amazing,” he mumbled.

You felt a wave of calm wash over you as you stabilized once more. Only for emotion to take over and you threw your arms around the man before you. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” Your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes and you sniffled. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

You pull away, wiping away your tears. “Sorry, sorry. I'm all over the place. When I’m without it for a while and then get it back, my emotions run rampant.”

It took Law a moment to process what happened and he cleared his throat. “Don't say sorry, it's not your mistake.”

You paused, looking at him. You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. Did he just…use your own words against you? Had you said it to him before? You don’t remember but…you hadn’t heard someone else say those words to you in so long. After all, it was something your father told you. You sniffled, wiping your eyes.

“Y-Yeah…” Your voice was barely audible. You didn't know what to say. You looked at your necklace, recollecting yourself a little. Then you realized. “How did you?”

He shrugged. “Snatched it up when we were being shuffled from the workstation to the track. Someone just carelessly left it on a desk.” You blinked, staring at him. “Couldn't find a good time to tell you.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “But I could've picked the necklace instead of the crew.”

He shrugged. “I said I trusted you, did I not?”

“I forced you to say that. You were ly-”

“Who said I was lying? Who is the one assuming things now?” He smirked at you, a cocky grin that usually you wanted to punch him for, but not at this moment.

This time he shut you up. You looked from him to your necklace to him again. You smiled at him. A warm, genuine smile that he had never seen before. “Thank you, Trafalgar Law. You've done more for me than you know.”

He stared at you for a long moment before his brain seemed to turn back on. “Y-You’re welcome, y/n.”

He looked at you for another long moment but you were busy looking down at the necklace that donned your chest once again. “Join my crew.”

“What?” You blinked, looking at him - eyes wide.

“Join my crew.”

You stared at him. You wanted to accept. You wanted nothing more than to stay with Law and see what happened. To explore with him. To figure out why you felt the way you did. The familiar, faint memories that seemed to tease you from time to time.

“I can't…” You still had some loose ends to tie up. You still had things to take care of. Just like Luffy, you were also working on becoming stronger. There was something you had discovered that you needed to practice with. You were on a hunt for answers right now.

“If you're worried about us getting hurt, you don't have to worry. We can take care of ourselves.”

“I know that but…”

You thought for a moment. “I'll tell you what. The next time I see you, ask me again. I will take it as the fates telling me to join you.” Honestly, you knew the fates were telling you to join him now. What were the odds you kept running into him after that fateful day at Sabaody? That he saved your life and you saved his. That there was this pull you felt to him and a familiar tingle that tickled the back of your mind every once and a while.

But, you weren't ready yet. You had some things to figure out. Some things to confront.

Law looked at you and nodded. “I'll take it. But know, the next time I lay my eyes on you once more out there, I won't be letting you go so easy.” You blinked at his words, feeling your heart race. Did he mean to say it like that? Was he aware of how he was sounding right now?

He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, backing away and towards the door. “Someone with your jack of all trades of skills would prove quite useful.”

You looked at him, blinking. Well, that was a 180. Was he trying to seduce you to get you to join and decided to drop the act now that you had somewhat agreed? You never know with this guy. He was a puzzle himself. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Asshole.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say to help yourself sleep at night.”

“Let's get back to the party. Don't want to worry everyone.” You nodded, following Law back to where everyone else was.

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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The loud creaking noise coming from the walls is worrying, but the wince and muttered “oh, no” by the planet’s official is even worse.

“What’s wrong?” Keith asks warily.

“Oh, nothing to worry about, paladins!” the official says, plastering a smile on her face. “Please, carry on.”

Lance sighs heavily, trying at the last minute to keep the exasperation out of his tone. “Ma’am, there’s no need to shield us. We’re well equipped for an emergency, and happy to help.”

“Oh, you’re guests, I could never —”

Just then the walls creak again, much louder this time, before a gigantic crack appears, spreading across several meters. The official slumps forward. “We’ve been having some problems with our drainage systems,” she explains apologetically. “We were hopeful that there would be no flooding or catastrophes today, but that does not seem to be the case.”

The second the words are out of her mouth, the crack expands further, and water starts rushing out. The gathered people at the gala all make noises of minor alarm, but they’re all clearly used to the struggle, as no one seems too panicked. Lance takes the moment of confusion to step up onto a recently vacated chair.

“I’m so sorry,” says the official again, looking positively mortified. “This is going to have to cut the celebrations short.”

Keith quirks up one half of his mouth, trying his best to smile reassuringly. He looks awkward but determined. Lance looks away, hiding a fond smile.

“It’s fine,” Keith assures. “Do you need our help escorting everyone out?”

The official shakes her head. “No, everyone’s well-used to this at this point. They’ll file out on their own. I would just worry about getting yourselves out and back to your ship, paladins. It may take a while.”

Lance grimaces, glancing at the massive crowd all trying to file through the minimal exits. “Noted.”

The official hurries away, striding to help some of her elderly people make it through the doors first as the water level starts to rise. Nothing alarming, but enough to be frustrating and even a hazard for anyone who struggles to walk.

“Shame this had to end early,” Keith says, looking like it’s quite the opposite.

Lance snorts. “Real shame, I’m sure. Is that why you look like you could sing a tune?”

Keith’s small smile morphs into a full grin, and he shrugs. “No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Mhm. Sure. Let’s get out of here, you hater.”

Keith starts sloshing forward, wading through the now knee-high water. Lance steps from the chair he was standing on to the table and follows.

“You’re going to fall,” Keith says mildly.

Lance ignores him, concentrating on not tripping over plates and cutlery (proving Keith right would be just as bad as falling entirely into the water).

“Am not. Excuse me for not wanting to wade through dirty pipe water.”

“Priss,” Keith teases.

Lance scowls at him. “I’m wearing my nice shoes! And socks are already the worst things in the world, but wet socks? No. I’d rather surgically remove my feet.”

“Well, get your scalpel ready, ‘cause you’re running out of table.”

Lance stops, realising that he is, in fact, running out of table. He’s got maybe three or so meters left before his path gives way to what was once a massive dance floor and is now a pond, and is also the only way to reach the exit.

“Shit.” He shifts his feet, turning to look at Keith. “Maybe I should just wait here. You know, to make sure everyone else gets out safe. And for the water to get drained.”

Keith scoffs. “Fat chance of that. You’ll be here for days, and we have training tomorrow morning.”

Lance huffs, kicking an abandoned platter of appetizers to the side and sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the white tablecloth. “I don’t want to ruin my fancy clothes,” he says petulantly. “Or get wet socks. Why do horrible things happen to beautiful people? I don’t deserve this.”

Keith laughs. A small one, but one where his smile gets wide, showing his crooked incisors and the lines around his eyes. The look of it makes Lance grin back on reflex. Keith shakes his head, teasing, and then opens his arms. “C’mere, then.”

It takes Lance a moment to clock what Keith’s suggesting, but then he scoffs.

“Absolutely not, Mullet.”

The twinkle in Keith’s eyes is something like mischief. “I dunno what your issue is. If I carry you, you don’t ruin your shoes and your feet stay dry. What have you got to lose?”

“My dignity, I would say. You think I’m cool with you carrying me around like some —” Lance flushes at the mere thought — “some damsel, in front of the entire planet that thinks I’m a cool space hero? No way!”

“Well it’s either your dignity or dry feet, princess,” Keith teases. “You can’t have both.”

Lance narrows his eyes at the bastard. “Do you know how irritating it is when you’re both right and being generous, and thus have the moral high ground?”

Keith laughs again, brighter than before, making Lance’s stomach flutter. He opens his arms, wiggling his fingers enticingly. “You made your choice?”

Lance huffs again. “I guess if you’re offer’s still on the table,” he mutters, staring down at his shoes. “I really like these shoes.”

Without another word, Keith shuffles forward, sliding one arm behind Lance’s back and one under his knees. He lifts Lance easily, not even bracing himself or anything.

“Do I weigh anything to you?” Lance demands, fighting off the redness that threatens to overwhelm his face.

Keith smirks. “Nope. Felt like I was lifting a beanstalk.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Mhm. Keep talking shit and I’ll drop you.”

Lance snaps his mouth shut, because Keith absolutely will. As gentlemanly as he’s being right now, his favourite hobby is driving Lance batty, and Lance knows that for a fact. As soon as he decides that it will be funnier to dunk Lance than to carry him, he will.

“You know, this reminds me of something,” Keith muses as they’re halfway across the flooded dance floor.

Lance hums. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“I’m trying to put my finger on it. Early castle days, some sort of disaster, you cradled in my arms?”

“Oh — fuck off!” Lance exclaims, smacking Keith on the chest. “You drama queen!”

Keith sniggers. “I remember it now.” He smooths his face into an exaggerated smoulder. “‘We make a great team,’” he mocks, digging his fingers into Lance’s side.

“I did not say that,” Lance insists, even though he knows it’s futile. They have this exact argument at least once a week and it goes absolutely nowhere.

“You’re right, you didn’t just ‘say that’. You batted your eyelashes at me and made your eyes all big and brown and said it with the sappiest smile on your face —”

“You are delusional—”

“—and then fainted in my arms after holding my hand and gazing into my eyes. And then you got embarrassed and pretended it didn’t happen.”

“It didn’t! You wanted me to flirt with you so bad you dreamed it up!”

“Sure,” Keith says, shifting Lance in his arms. He pays Lance’s thigh condescendingly. “Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

“You are infuriating.”

“And you are the most frustrating person to ever come from planet Earth.”

They continue to bicker back and forth as Keith walks them through the pond, neither of them stopping to even take a breath. They’re the last ones to clear out, so they take their time. (Well, Keith takes his time, walking as slow as he can to increase Lance’s humiliation, and pretending to drop him every few minutes to hear Lance shriek and clutch his shoulders tightly. Because he is the worst.)

“Finally,” Lance grumbles, as they finally approach the doors. “Anyone tell you that you’re the worst taxi ever?”

“I’m going to dunk you,” Keith says pleasantly.

“Yeah, right. You’ve been saying that for twenty minutes.”

“Twenty-one might be the kicker.”

“Sure, and I bet —”

But Lance never gets to say what he bets, because as soon as they cross the threshold out of the ballroom, where everyone else has filed out, he’s interrupted by cheering. He looks up, confused, to find Hunk and Pidge pointing at him and teasingly whooping and hollering. The rest of the gathered crowd is quickly following suit.

Lance, it seems, is the only one being carried over the water like royalty. Even Allura is walking on her own just fine.

“Got a real gentleman, there, Lance,” Shiro calls, impish grin spreading across his face.

“Fuck off,” Lance snaps, face redder than Keith’s stupid jacket. He hides his face in Keith’s chest, which is shaking with the force of his chuckles.

“Shall I let you down?” he whispers.

“Don’t you dare,” Lance whispers back.

“You’re liking this, then.”

The truth is…yeah. As humiliating as it is being cradled in Keith’s arms (again), something primal and petty in Lance is positively preening at the attention, at the knowledge that he and he alone is special enough to be carried around by Keith Kogane. No one else got the special offer to be spared from the filth of the pipe water. No one else gets to feel Keith’s arms around them. No one else gets to feel the heat of his body so close, hear the beat of his heart. Just Lance.

“You’re annoying and I hate you,” Lance says instead of voicing any of that. “You have a thing for embarrassing me, I swear.”

Keith shrugs. The movement makes Lance’s belly swoop. “A little, actually. It’s hilarious when you get all riled up.”

“Yeah, well, you look better when you’re all mad at me! Take that!” As soon as he says it Lance wishes he could reach back in time and smack the shit out of himself. “Fuck — I didn’t mean — that’s not —”

But the damage is already done — Keith’s already grinning widely, smug and horrible and so, so sexy. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time you piss me off on purpose, Bluebell. Maybe I’ll just shut you up with a kiss.”

Lance is too choked up to say a single thing for the rest of the walk to the castle. When he finally gets to his room — free of Keith’s stupid horrible strong arms, might he add — he shoves his face into his pillow and screams himself hoarse.

Keith is the worst, and Lance wants him more than anyone he’s ever known.

———

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im-a-wonderling · 4 months

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The Chosen One ~ Anidala

Well...I don't often write ficlets, and if I do, I don't post them. Buuut I was working on Rescue Me, and this just kinda happened, so I hope y'all enjoy.

Warnings: Unedited angst I guess?

Word count: 1.5k

To be the chosen one with no choices.

That’s how Anakin felt, standing on the balcony, fresh off his fourth nightmare this week. He watched the nighttime traffic of Coruscant whirl past, wishing he himself could hop on a ship and run away. He would never be able to describe the relief he’d feel if he and his wife just…left. If their responsibilities ended, and they had the chance to leave, to go to safety, to have their child in peace.

He let out a shuddering breath, trying to get ahold of himself.

The dream tonight had been worse. He’d seen her die. He’d felt her life…stop.

His ears caught the soft sounds of padding feet.

“Go back to bed,” he said quietly. “I’m fine.”

The feet only came closer. He closed his eyes, a fleeting smile gracing his lips. He should’ve known better.

“Ani,” Padmé said softly. Just his nickname, nothing else.

Arms—his favorite arms in the galaxy—slid around his abdomen, and a face buried into his back. “Come back to bed with me.” Padmé’s coaxing voice lulled him back to sleep like nothing else had, not the excessive exercise, not the staying up until his mind was too tired to manufacture anything, not even sleep aids he’d taken from the infirmary.

Padmé made everything better.

A searing pain started in his chest as he remembered his dreams.

“I’m not going to sleep anymore tonight.” He meant it. He wouldn’t sleep, even if he had to glue his eyes open. Being exhausted tomorrow was a small price to pay for the hope that he would feel less haunted when the sun came up.

The arms loosened, and Padmé swung around to face him.

The day her beauty failed to make his breath catch was the day his heart no longer beat. Her warm brown eyes held more power over him than anything else in this world. The rosiness of her cheeks reminded him of her luscious home planet of Naboo, and she was now more his home than the desolate planet on which he’d first fallen in love with her, thirteen years ago. And her hair?

He reached up to touch one of her curls, running it between his fingers with a sort of juvenescent fascination.

Padmé studied his face. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer. He knew his wife well enough to recognize the alarm in her face, but he didn’t want to give voice to the horrible images he’d seen, not in the presence of his angel.

“If you don’t tell me what’s bothering you,” she said, her voice like balm on a burn, “then I can’t help you.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “The longer I can’t help you, the longer we’ll both be out here, not sleeping.”

How anyone in the Senate could resist Padmé’s silver tongue, Anakin didn’t know. He certainly was never able to begrudge her anything for long.

Padmé’s hand found Anakin’s hair. She didn’t smooth it down or comb through it, but just sank her fingers into the soft locks, holding onto as much of it as she could. “Talk to me.”

He shut his eyes, leaning into her touch. He hadn’t realized how much he needed it. “The dreams–” he broke off. “They won’t stop.”

He felt Padmé lean away from him, and the distance made his anxieties skyrocket.

“Ani, I’m not going to die in childbirth.” Her voice, while loving, was stern, and he hated it.

“How can you be so sure?” he asked, his voice shaking, opening his eyes again. “How can you discount–”

“Listen to me.” Padmé lifted her chin, the same way she did in Senate meetings when she was about to end a discourse. “I’m fine. All my check-ups have been normal.”

“My mother died,” Anakin croaked. “I dreamed it, and it happened.” He reached out for her, his hands settling at her waist. “I…I can’t survive losing you,” he confessed. “Without you–” his voice cracked. “Without you, there’s nothing left in this galaxy for me.”

Padmé remained still in his arms. He knew she was formulating the right thing to say, but he didn’t want her to say anything, for how could she have a solution if she didn’t even believe in his dreams in the first place?

“Anakin, if I die–” Anakin shrank away from her, unable to bear it, but Padmé walked after him, her eyes blazing with stubbornness. “You have to let me finish.”

“If you die, I die!” He knew he was being too loud, but there was no way to say these things quietly. “I won’t even think of living without you!”

Padmé’s retaliation was sharp. “Do not condemn this child to a life without a mother or father!”

Anakin froze.

Padmé drew nearer, reaching out for him, pressing Anakin’s metal and flesh hands to her belly. “If I die, this baby will need you more than ever.”

Anakin furrowed his brow.

“You’re not only a husband anymore,” she said softly. “You’re a father now too.”

Father.

Anakin blinked.

He hadn’t had a father. Obi-Wan had been the closest thing, and Anakin was already nine years old when Obi-Wan came into his life.

A different fear gradually came into Anakin’s mind.

“What if I’m a horrible father? What if the baby hates me? What if it goes hungry? My mother did the best she could for me, but…there were times when we both went to bed hungry, times when Watto took advantage of us.” He shut his eyes, overwhelmed both by the memories and the compassion in Padmé’s face.

Padmé’s soft and cool fingers ran comfortingly down his face. “You’re not on Tatooine anymore. And the baby won’t hate you. It’s half of you and half of me.”

Anakin didn’t reply at first, the gears in his mind turning. “I’m a Jedi. I don’t make any money, and the council wouldn’t let me raise the baby in the temple, not without me telling them I’m the father, and if I did that–”

Anakin had to choose. He had to make the choice which hovered over him for years, the sacrifice he’d avoided being forced to make.

The Order or his family.

Obi-Wan, the Jedi Temple, and Anakin’s very way of life or Anakin’s mother, his wife, and his baby.

He tried to imagine the two different paths.

If Padmé died, the baby lived, and Anakin didn’t step forward, their baby would likely be sent to Padmé’s parents on Naboo. Her parents were unaware of their daughter’s marriage, and Anakin’s child would live with no clues as to their father’s identity. Meanwhile, Anakin, wracked with grief, would devote himself to the Order and bring peace to the galaxy, as the Chosen One was prophesied to do.

However, if Anakin did step forward…he didn’t know the first thing about parenting. He didn’t know anything about babies, how to keep them healthy and entertained. He would flounder and perhaps fail miserably multiple times. But Anakin had always been a quick learner, and if he made up his mind, eventually he would figure it out.

He could show his child the galaxy, teach them all he knew about piloting and fixing things. They would meet all kinds of people from all walks of life. And he would tell them stories. He’d tell them about wise Master Qui-Gon Jinn and powerful Obi-Wan. They’d learn all about the Clone Wars. They would know all about their strong, beautiful mother, and they would live every day knowing that both their mother and father loved them.

But he’d be separated from the Order.

Neither future was perfect. Neither one felt like destiny.

But that wasn’t the way to think about it, Anakin could see that now. The Order could continue without him. Obi-Wan could continue without him. If Padmé died, their baby would need him.

He opened his eyes again, suddenly calmly resolute. “If the worst happens, and you…you die, I’ll leave the Order.” His wife’s wide eyes told him she understood the weight of what he was saying. “Anything you could ever ask of me, I would do,” he told her. “And I will provide anything and everything our baby needs.”

“Anakin–”

“Without you and our baby, there’s nothing else for me,” he said simply. “Without the two of you, it all means nothing.”

“I–”

“I know, it’s a little bit crazy, but–”

“That’s not what I was going to say.” Padmé looked up at him. “I was going to say I love you.”

“Oh.” Anakin let out a long breath.

The pinch telltale of worry appeared between Padmé’s eyebrows. “Ani, are you sure about this?”

He brought his hands to her cheeks, holding her in place while he kissed the adorable scrunch. “Yes.” Padmé’s arms wrapped around him, holding him so tight, he couldn’t think of anything but her, just what he preferred.

Neither one of them spoke for a while.

Then, wordlessly, Padmé led him back to bed. When Anakin settled under the covers and closed his eyes, he was still afraid, but he knew that if he woke up from another nightmare, he would wake up to see the woman he loved and remember the promise he’d made her. Because, as it turned out, the chosen one did have choices.

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beskarandblasters · 8 months

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We Can Fix That

Cassian Andor x Jyn Erso x Virgin/F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Cassian Andor Masterlist

Author’s note: Picture the title being said like that one dude from the movie Holes lmao

Summary: Cassian, Jyn and the others decide to go Scarif to steal the Death Star plans. You know it’s the right thing to do but you’re nervous about dying… a virgin. You confess your fears to Cassian and Jyn who decide they can help you out.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, Cassian and Jyn are already an established relationship sort of, reader is a virgin, reader is shy and nervous, use of pet names (sweetheart), polyamory, MFF threesome, oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, face sitting (Jyn on Cassian) masturbation (Jyn), no use of y/n, no aftercare because you have a mission to complete ok!!

The impending doom sinks in your stomach. You watch from the sidelines as Captain Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso and the others decide to go against the plan set by the council and go to Scarif. You know that what they’re deciding is the right choice but there’s still a chance you and everyone else could die.

You must be wearing your distress on your face because after Jyn and Cassian are done talking Jyn comes up to you and asks, “What’s wrong?” snapping you from your thoughts.

Yes, you’re nervous about the dangerous mission but you’re also… a virgin. And you’re scared you’ll die a virgin. But Jyn doesn’t need to know that.

“Just nervous, that’s all,” you respond shakily.

She raises an eyebrow, like she can see right through your lame excuse.

“You knew it would be dangerous when you joined the rebellion, no?”

Ah shit, she’s got you there. Maybe you can tell Jyn your little issue in private.

“Okay, fine. I have something to tell you but… can I tell you alone?”

“Sure,” she nods, leading you behind the ship away from the others. You look over your shoulder to see if anyone notices you two walking away. And to your surprise no one does, except for Cassian. He raises an eyebrow at you when you make eye contact. You turn your head away quickly and follow Jyn. Better make this fast.

“So what’s wrong?” she asks once you’re alone, folding her arms.

“I just have a… small problem. Yes, I knew that joining the rebellion would be dangerous and I’m fully on board with this mission but I’m worried about dying… a virgin,” you say, avoiding eye contact with her.

“Oh,” she says, dropping her arms to her sides.

“It’s really embarrassing…” you trail off, keeping your gaze locked on the ground.

“No, it’s not. And I’m glad you feel comfortable to share that with me,” she says, to your shock.

Your eyes meet hers and you can tell she’s being sincere. But before you can say anything further, Cassian comes up behind her, startling you.

“What’s going on?” he asks, sort of with an accusatory tone.

“Do you want me to tell him?” she asks, glancing at you.

You were actually starting to feel somewhat better about the situation after telling her. Until Cassian interrupted, that is. You don’t know him knowing he’s a virgin because you have a small crush on him. Though you’re pretty sure he has a thing with Jyn. But if there’s a possibility you’re going to die… who really cares?

“Tell me what?”

“You can tell him,” you say, hiding your face with your hands.

“She’s nervous about the mission; about it not going well because she’s a virgin.”

“Oh,” Cassian says, having the exact same reaction as Jyn.

“Well we can fix that for her, can’t we, sweetheart?”

You remove your hands from your face and stare at them, your mouthing hanging open in disbelief.

“What do you mean by we?”

“He means we both take your virginity.”

“You guys would do that?”

“Of course,” Cassian says, putting his arm around Jyn’s shoulders.

“Okay,” you say with a deep breath.

“Come on, I’ll take you to Cassian’s quarters,” Jyn says, grabbing your hand.

“I’ll go give the others something to do while we’re busy and I’ll meet you there,” Cassian says, pressing a kiss to Jyn’s temple.

She nods and leads you through the base to Cassian’s quarters. The whole walk there you feel like your knees are going to give out with how nervous you are. How exactly does one go from being a virgin to having two beautiful people fuck you at the same time?

She opens the door to Cassian’s room and leads you to his bed. The door closes behind you as you step inside. She lets go of your hand and sits on the bed. You sit beside her gingerly and try to get yourself to calm down and enjoy the moment.

“Th-thanks for doing this for me,” you say, hoping it doesn’t come out shaky as fuck but it does.

“Thank you for letting us be your first,” she says, leaning on the bed with her hand, tilting her head at you.

Cassian enters through the door soon after. He meets you both by the bed, standing with his hands on his hips.

“How are we doing this?” he asks.

“Let’s ask her. Have you ever been eaten out?” she says, a suggestive smirk taking over her face.

“N-no, I haven’t done anything at all.”

“Okay, we can take it slow. Let us know if you need us to stop,” she says gently.

You nod and start to undress, pulling your shirt over your head and sliding off your pants. Cassian and Jyn follow suit, tossing their clothes into a pile on the floor. You lay down on the bed, your feet resting on the floor.

“Who do you want first?” Jyn asks, sitting next to you.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” you breathe out. Your nipples perk up in contact with the cool air. Goosebumps prickle your skin, but also because you’re nervous. You close your eyes and feel your cheeks and chest heat up in anticipation of someone’s touch. You feel someone’s hands spread your legs apart and a warm tongue on your core, licking at the sensitive skin. You shudder when you feel their tongue lick a slow, long stripe up your entrance. You feel someone’s hands take your nipples in theirs, rubbing them between their fingertips. It’s almost overwhelming; having someone lick your cunt and also play with your nipples. The feeling is something you’ve never felt before. It’s almost indescribable.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” you hear Cassian say by your ear. You open your eyes to see him staring down at you, his pupils blown out so wide that there’s only a small ring of brown showing. You look down and see Jyn in between your legs, lapping at your cunt.

“How do you feel?” he asks softly.

“Good,” you whisper back.

“Just good?” he says, pinching your nipples with his fingers.

“Amazing,” you sigh, just as Jyn starts sucking on your clit.

“That’s more like it,” he says, pressing kisses along your collarbone. He trails up to your neck and along your jawline before reaching your lips, kissing you and brushing his tongue against your mouth. You part your lips and let him explore your mouth, moaning into him as Jyn suck’s your clit harder. You already feel yourself arrive at what you think is an orgasm. She pulls away for a second however to moisten her fingers before pushing one inside you slowly. Your arch hips higher and moan into Cassian as your pleasure mounds. He breaks the kiss and pulls back and that’s when you say, “I think… I think I’m already gonna cum?”

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll be coming a lot tonight,” he says. You look into his eyes and nod just as your orgasm overtakes you. You writhe against Jyn’s mouth, arching your back in pleasure. Cassian steadies your hips in order to keep Jyn’s mouth flush against your cunt. You ride out your first orgasm with Cassian taking one of your nipples in his mouth, bringing it to a stiff peak with his tongue and releasing it with a pop. He does the same with the other and when he releases it your orgasm is finished. Your core is sore already and your whole body feels tingly but the night is far from over. Jyn pulls her mouth away and sits beside you on the bed.

“Ready for more?” she asks.

“Mhm. What now?” you say shakily, chest still heaving from your high.

“You want my cock, sweetheart?” Cassian asks.

You look from him to Jyn, almost as if you’re asking for approval. Strange, you didn’t feel like you needed approval from him when Jyn ate you out. She nods and you inch up a little higher on the bed. Cassian, who’s already hard, situates himself between your legs. He gathers your orgasm on his hand and spreads it on his cock.

“I’ll go slow, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathe out, just as he begins to enter you slowly.

It’s nothing like you expected. It’s a little painful, yes but it also feels euphoric. He buries his length into you down to the hilt, making sure you have time to adjust to his size. You look over at Jyn who’s touching herself at the sight of Cassian fucking you. He grabs your hips and begins thrusting in and out of you, still taking it slow.

“You doing, okay?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you moan, your voice rising a few octaves as he pushes his cock back into you.

“You’re doing so well,” Jyn praises beside you.

You really can’t believe it but you already feel yourself arriving at the edge of another orgasm, this one feeling different than the first. Cassian feels your walls tense up around him and starts fucking you faster. The head of his cock brushes your cervix with each thrust. He brings his thumb to your already sensitive clit and rubs circles around it, making the impending orgasm arrive faster and harder. You close your eyes and let it overtake you, crying out in pleasure with this one. He keeps his motions around your clit steady as he fucks you through your release. Your walls contract and release around him erratically, the pleasure originating at your core and spreading outwards. He pulls out once you’re done and to your surprise, he hasn’t cum yet and he’s still hard.

“But what about you?” you ask.

“Don’t worry, we’re not quite done just yet. You’re gonna sit on it.”

You nod and move over on the bed so he can lay down. You straddle him with shaky legs and sink down onto his cock, feeling him in your guts at this angle. Jyn moves to straddle him, too but she places herself on his face, facing towards you. She leans forward almost as if she wants you to kiss her as she fucks herself on Cassian’s face. You oblige and lean forward, too, pressing your lips against hers. You rock your hips back and forth on Cassian’s cock as she does the same on his face. She brings her hands to your breasts, pinching your nipples as both of you get pleasured. Between her fingers pinching your nipples and Cassian’s cock deep inside you, you know you’re not going to last long. You haven’t been lasting long the whole night and this is the most intense stimulation you’ve had. With one final rock of your hips your final orgasm washes over you. Your mouth falls open and you moan into Jyn’s lips, letting your orgasm overtake you. Everything from your toes to the tips of your ears feels tingly and white-hot with pleasure. Jyn cums, too, moaning against you. And between both of you coming, Cassian cums, too. You hear him groan underneath you and you feel his warm load erupt inside you. At least the implant you have is finally good for something. The movement of your hips slows and eventually stops as your orgasm concludes. You pulls yourself off of him and collapse onto the bed, feeling truly spent and wondering how the fuck you’re gonna complete a mission after this. Jyn lays on the opposite side of Cassian and the three of you catch your breath. You suddenly feel a little awkward, still in disbelief and rise to get dressed.

Cassian follows you and says, “Good idea. We have a mission to complete.”

“Well, thank you both,” you say awkwardly, putting your clothes back on, “I’m just gonna, um, go get something from my room really quick. I’ll meet you at the docking yard,” you finish quickly, putting on your shoes and hightailing it out of there.

You power walk back to your room with shaky legs in order to hurry to the others already. If you’re going to die today, at least you lost your virginity in a truly unforgettable way.

End note: Omg this was so different for me to write but I hope y’all like it

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Its interesting to me how Gojo's english VA rejects or simply doesn't see the subtext StSG has but he's so open about his admiration for GJHm because he apparently pulls the same pranks on his wife like Gojo messes with Uta. And he even went as far as to say "C'mon guys, they're best friends" in regards to people being vocal about StSG relationship.

i’m gonna be honest, i’d rather listen to what the Japanese VAs have to say about anything jjk related (but especially about geto and gojo’s characters and relationship) considering the English Dub’s blunder with toji in season 2.

if u aren’t aware, the English Dub scriptwriters took liberties with a certain translation—in the manga toji says, “oh…i remember now. megumi. the name means blessings. and i’m the one who gave him that name.” meanwhile, the english dub of this scene became, “oh, speaking of blessings. that’s right, i almost forgot. i named my cursed spirit megumi.”

to twist a translation so badly that it takes away from what the actual scene was supposed to portray (toji remembering his son, megumi)—of course, whoever wrote the script is at fault here, not the actual VA, but it makes me doubt their commitment to the story’s authenticity. i’m not sure if this happened bc of lack of research or if they were trying to paint toji in a certain light.

i mean, language is fickle anyway; there’s so much cultural subtext that gets lost in translation and perhaps that could be the case here. but it could also be internalized homophobia, or just blatant homophobia.

i’m a big advocate for shipping whatever u want and respecting ppl’s boundaries! if someone dislikes or is uncomfortable with a ship, then don’t talk to them about it. in a similar line, if u dislike or are uncomfortable with a ship, filter, mute, and block! but to try and pass off ur biases as canon? bc of ur own lived experiences/personal values/trauma? c’mon now. preferences are preferences—none of our ships are canon, anyway (at least for now, but even then, that’s never stopped ppl from shipping characters in a confirmed relationship with other characters—and that’s fine!)

there is some nuance in situations like these, if we really wanna get into the nitty gritty. men can be close friends, sure! but if u bring a woman in to counter someone’s gay ship/hc, then u’re doing it in bad faith and ur obviously biased. queer subtext will almost always be ignored by a straight audience anyway, mainly bc they’re not familiar with it, and they might even be uncomfortable with exploring concepts that don’t fit their worldview.

again, if u a wanna ship gjhm, by all means, go ahead! just don’t be headass about it. don’t deny the possibility of other ships, either—specifically stsg bc that ship alone has more canon “proof” (that’s what they call it) than any other ship with their characters. don’t go and pull dumb excuses or justifications out of ur ass to dismiss other ships (or ship dynamics) bc u’re gonna look stupid. like what u like and don’t go to war with other ppl for liking different things!

(also, i’m using the universal “u/you” here, anon! i’m not accusing or addressing u in these paragraphs!)

(also also, if this VA pulls the type of “pranks” gojo pulled on utahime on his wife, i’m a little concerned. those aren’t pranks. gojo genuinely thought he was better than her in the hidden inventory arc. in gojo’s case, he wasn’t wrong bc he was and still is the pinnacle of jujutsu, so he would’ve called anybody weak regardless of their circumstance—he’s much more tactful about it nowadays, anyway. in the VA’s case? umm…but that’s none of my business.)

#jjk #asks #gojo #utahime #gjhm

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koolkat9 · 3 months

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Royal Red Bros Week 2024 - Day 1

@royalredbrosweek

Prompt: Raining || Myth

Rating: T

Relationship: England + Canada

Word Count: 661

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A Little Mud Never Hurt Anyone

Mattew trudged up to the front door, head hung low. From head to toe, he was covered in mud after an afternoon of playing and getting caught in the rain. Dread had hollowed out his stomach from the moment he began heading home. And now he was here.

Before he could knock, Arthur opened the door, dressed in his coat and hat.

“Oh thank God.” Arthur sighed, pulling Matthew inside. “I was just about to go looking for you.”

“S-Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re back. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

There was no lecture. No berating. Annoyance, yes. But not in the way like it was the end of the world. And he didn’t have to apologize?

As Matthew was lowered into the tub, he whispered out another apology.

“There is nothing to be sorry for lad,” Arthur huffed, scrubbing the soap into his hair. “It’s just dirt.”

“But…B-But…”

“Hm?”

Matthew sunk into the water more. “N-Nothing.”

Arthur muttered something under his breath. Something about a ‘bastard.’ He had made him mad.

“I’m sorry,” Matthew cried. “Please don’t be mad. I’ll clean myself, I won’t play in the mud again I–”

“Stop it, Matthew,” Arthur snapped. He sighed, face softening. “I’m sorry. And I’m not mad at you. Annoyed, yes. But with the constant apologies when you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Arthur rinsed out Matthew’s hair before moving to scrub his body. Matthew fell silent, staring at the shapes the suds made in the water.

“You know…” Arthur whispered, leaning in a little closer for Matthew to hear. “When I was your age. I always loved getting down in the dirt and mud too.”

Matthew looked up, eyes wide. No way Arthur with his pressed coats and fancy top hats and shiny shoes. Arthur who rubbed shoulders with princesses and princes, sailed around on a fancy ship, and talked with a fancy accent.

“Really?” Matthew asked in awe.

“I was a child once too, you know? And…when I would get upset I’d go out and sometimes just lay amongst the grass and dirt. Listen to the wind and the chattering of animals. I could feel the thrum of the earth, and I don’t think I ever felt more connected to the land and the people than in those moments.”

“I’ve felt it too,” Matthew murmured. “I feel less lonely. But also it’s just fun to roll in it. I like the feeling.”

Arthur huffed in amusement. “Is that so? Well, I’m not going to stop you unless I need you clean for that specific day. So don’t ever apologize or give me that kicked puppy over this. Understand?”

Matthew nodded. All cleaned and rinsed, he was lifted out of the tub and wrapped up tightly in a towel.

“All clean and warm?” Arthur asked, rubbing Matthew until he was as dry as he could be.

“Mhm!”

“And much more chipper,” Arthur grinned, “That’s a good lad.”

He got Matthew dressed then scooped him up and took him into the living room to warm up more by the fire.

“Now, dinner should be ready soon, but for right now let’s just make sure you’re warmed up,” Arthur stated, draping a blanket over their legs.

Rain continued to thrum against the window. Matthew found his head bobbing, soothed by the sound. Eventually, it found rest on Arthur’s arm.

“Do you still do it?” He asked quietly.

“What?”

“Lay in the dirt?”

“Oh…” Arthur was quiet for a moment, eyes getting lost in the flames. “Haven’t had the time. And frankly, I’d get funny looks if I–”

“You should come out with me. We can do it in the woods so no one sees.”

“I’ll…think about it…” Arthur hesitated.

Matthew pouted, looking up at Arthur with sparkling blue eyes and quivering lips. Clearly, something he picked up from Alfred.

“Matthew…Ugh. Fine. In a few days, we can go on a picnic and do that. If it’s dry.”

“Okay!” Matthew cheered.

#royalredbrosweek2024 #royalredbrosweek #hetalia #hws #hws england #hws canada #royal red bros #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #not mine

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frozenjokes · 8 months

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Signing Back In, Apparently - 2

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Okay. This was fine. This was fine! Mumbo hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. This was big! Really big. He had been alive, maybe, kind of, actually it was still unclear, but he sure didn’t feel like a ghost when he and Scar.. Not important. Was it even a huge deal if they kissed? Stupid question, of course it was a big deal. But he had almost killed Scar . That’s what the Boatem Crew had been trying to do for months now! Surely Pearl and Grian would be thrilled, wouldn’t they? Well, not if they learned how Mumbo found out.

Maybe Impulse would understand. Out of his three options, telling him seemed like the obvious choice! Impulse hadn’t ever been invested in making Scar suffer or anything, and honestly, Mumbo tended to agree most of the time. Sure, the moments of fear he and the others could trigger in Scar were satisfying, but the feeling was always short lived. The rest of the time the four of them were glued to Scar’s side was far more painful; his lamenting about the tragedy of his sunk ship and the loss of his family (Scar considered them family??), the bragging about his hats and the blood he’d spilled to get them, and the constant denying of the existence of ghosts was really starting to wear on Mumbo. And maybe all of that wouldn’t be so bad if Mumbo didn’t know now what Scar was like behind closed doors.

It was all a facade. Every outlandish story, every obvious lie, every exaggeration- it was all part of the character he played to the outside world. And Scar loved that character, he wasn’t miserable, but he was never genuine either. And in hindsight, Mumbo could probably count on one hand the times he had seen Scar drop a smile. When he was alive at least. Maybe that’s why Scar’s betrayal had hurt so badly. Not only had he killed the people closest to him, but his entire time spent with them suddenly felt like a lie, one where Scar had never been comfortable enough to drop his smile. Maybe that’s why Mumbo couldn’t move on, like Impulse had been urging them all to do for so long. Impulse was right. Staying here would only hurt them. But Mumbo couldn’t leave without knowing why Scar lived this way. With everyone at arm’s length. He had to know.

Maybe if he kissed Scar again, he could find out. No. Bad ghost. Oh god.

Mumbo found himself running (floating? Float-running? whatever) to Grian. It was always Grian, and honestly, he was kidding himself if he thought he would ever tell anyone else first. He shouldn’t tell anyone, just like Scar said, but the weight of it all would send the truth spilling out eventually. Mumbo knew that much about himself, at the very least. Better to do it in a private environment.

Pearl, Impulse, and Grian were setting up their latest Rube Goldberg death trap Mumbo would have found delightfully fascinating at any other point in time, but anxiety kept his mouth shut.

“Oh! Mumbo, good to see you!” Impulse waved, calling his presence to Grian’s attention, however, Pearl seemed to be too focused on moving something in the real world to notice. Grian’s face lit up, running over to greet him with a quick hug.

“Are you doing better? You look better! You’re gonna love what we came up with this time- Impulse doesn’t think it will work, but what does he know? Oh! Come on!” Grian grabbed Mumbo’s hand, pulling him off of his feet and toward the contraption and earning him a startled squeak.

“Ah- Grian , let me walk please, you- I actually need to- will you let go?” his last words came out harsher than intended, and his heart sank at the hurt look Grian flashed him. But Grian did let go, and Mumbo pulled his arm close to his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m still not.. well..” Mumbo lowered his voice, nerves sparking, “I did something. Weird. Bad. I’m freaking out about it a little. A lot. Can we go somewhere else?”

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t- you just looked so put together? How about we go see Jellie? We can talk,” Grian said, curiosity evident on his face. He didn’t look worried; why would he be? As far as Grian knew, the worst Mumbo could do was make stereotypical ghost noises in the real world.Regardless, Mumbo was grateful, Grian spared him of any questions before reaching the dimly lit bar area where Jellie frequently hung around. Sure enough, she was there, greeting the two of them with a little trill and hopping into Grian’s lap the second he sat down. Mumbo still didn’t understand how she could touch and see them, but after seeing her jump into an impossible looking purple rift in the water and then showing up on the island, he stopped asking questions. Cats were just like that, he guessed.

Grian smiled as he pet her, but his expression fell as he turned to Mumbo, “Did Scar say anything? Did he hurt you?”

Mumbo blinked. That wasn’t quite what he expected. “Uh, something like that,” he shrugged, suddenly feeling horribly awkward.

Grian looked at him expectantly. Mumbo stared back.

“Are you going to.. tell me..?”

“Just give me a minute,” Mumbo wringed his hands, unable to face him. Grian tilted his head. Mumbo startled when Jellie was placed gently on his lap, but he relaxed at Grian’s small smile. Petting Jellie would help, surely. It always did. She purred at his touch.

“I think I came back to life. Briefly. I was breathing. I needed to breathe, I mean. And my hands were still pale, but there was a little bit of color there too. And I might’ve had blood? Maybe not. Probably not. I just felt so warm. Human warm. Alive warm. Uh. And I think I almost killed Scar.”

Grian had kept his composure remarkably well until that last bit, “What? Mumbo, that’s incredible! We should tell everyone! We can-”

“No! No. It’s not..”

Grian tilted his head again, eyes narrowed in thought. Then, the missing piece of this discovery occurred, his face lighting back up in turn, “How did it happen? What did you do?”

“Uh. This is the bad part.”

“Alright, that’s fine.”

“...”

“Can you cover your ears?”

“Mumbo-what? We’re ghosts, we don’t hear that way.”

“Just do it. Please.”

Grian gave him a concerned look, but did as he was told, slowly moving his hands over his ears. “Alright, I’m ready. You’re starting to make me nervous, bud.”

“We kissed. I got Scar to use the ouija board with me and we could touch each other . Don’t say anything yet!” Mumbo’s voice cracked as Grian opened his mouth, but the other ghost didn’t close it, instead just gaping at him, “He was in a lot of pain, I mean, he’d probably been stuck in bed for over a day and I don’t remember him getting much sleep. But when our hands touched on the board we could speak like normal! And there was something else, too. It was like a warmth I’ve never felt, not even when I was alive. Ghosts don’t just start feeling warm -” As Grian started looking more and more alarmed, Mumbo panicked, “Scar suggested- I don’t know- he was actually quite blunt really-”

“Did he take advantage of you, Mumbo?”

“No! No, it wasn’t like that at all, I promise. It was the warmth- I knew if he just touched him I could get more and..” he trailed off, mind wandering to his moment with Scar. The mutual desire, the hunger of it all, and his own desperation after it was over. He pulled his hands over his face. He and Grian sat in silence for what felt like a lifetime.

“This is not ideal,” Grian said, finally breaking the long silence. Mumbo laughed, and Grian joined him, the two of them losing themselves in the absurdity of it all. Grian spoke when he got a chance to catch his breath, “Mumbo Jumbo! I had no idea you were down that bad! I get that Scar is attractive, but really! You could have chosen anyone else .”

“Really, Grian? My options aren’t unlimited here!”

“I don’t know, I’m sure someone would have been up for a little kiss, especially if the other option was Scar.” Grian elbowed him playfully, a little hard mind you, but Mumbo could only stare, trying very hard to figure out if this was a joke. It was probably a joke.

“Well I wasn’t planning on kissing anyone , it just happened. It was like magic- I don’t know.”

“I refuse to believe Scar is that good.”

“That wasn’t what I meant! Wipe that grin off your face.”

“Okay, okay,” Grian waved Mumbo away, trying to collect himself, “Listen, the method isn’t great, but this is kind of fantastic, isn’t it? You can kill Scar! You have to convince him to do the ouija board again. You don’t happen to be able to make his back hurt on command, do you? Or is that only when you’re falling apart yourself..” Before Mumbo could even hope to process what he was saying, Grian gasped, “You- you actually look good! Hardly any big cracks at all! Mumbo Jumbo please tell me you didn’t enjoy that more than you’re letting on!”

“Grian, please,” Mumbo’s hands returned back to their place on his face. This was a mistake. He could never face the world again. “Even if I tried again, I don’t even know if I could actually kill Scar. I mean, the second he realized he was dead or half-dead or whatever happened, he was gone. He nearly threw himself halfway across the room to get away from me. When he let go of the ouija board, everything turned back to normal.”

“Maybe you just need to keep him distracted! Or even better, just sit with him until he dies! Even better just rip him to pieces the second you can touch him! I’ll help you! Can I help? Please can I help?”

“Scar would never let you touch the ouija board. He’s not stupid. You would have thought he was face to face with a bear just sitting across from me!”

“I guess you’re right. Well, maybe I can supervise! If Scar pulls anything, he’ll be in a world of hurt.”

“You are not supervising. I don't even want to try again!”

“I.. Sorry. I don’t want to force you to do anything. Honestly, the more I think about it, the less I want that to happen anyway. We’ll get Scar in a trap one day! Maybe Pearl will be able to carry a knife far enough to stab him with it! She’s getting better at moving stuff every day!”

Before Mumbo could respond, he heard the familiar gait of Scar ambling down the stairs. Scar stopped at the landing, then hopped onto the railing in an attempt to slide down it. Unsurprisingly, he ended up eating shit on the floor, hats flying everywhere. Jellie purred, hopping off Mumbo’s lap to greet him.

“Good thing no one saw that. You won’t tell, right Jellie?” Scar laid on the floor with his cat, scratching her head, “Of course you won’t. Such a good girl.”

Grian started to speak, apparently done watching, but his voice faded into white noise as Mumbo’s focus stayed centered. Scar pulled himself to his feet with a small smile, going to collect his hats. Even when Scar thought he was alone, he treated each one with such care. Scar jumped once he straightened up and spotted the two ghosts, letting out a small yelp. Grian laughed. Mumbo didn’t even smile. He shook his head. What was wrong with him?

“Well, I trust you two won’t go telling the other pirates either, thank you very much. Don’t either of you go touching that ouija board, I’m watching!” Scar grinned, giving Mumbo a playful wink. Well! That’s enough of that. Mumbo excused himself through the wall, suddenly super interested in what Pearl and Impulse were up to. Please, yes, explain in excruciating detail how your machine works so he never had to think again.

#hermitcraft #pirates smp #hermitshipping #grian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #mumbo jumbo #impulsesv #boatemghostsau #boatem #redscape

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yes-dillman-yes · 7 months

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ahh!! awesome! could you write a miniseries stozier x FTM reader smut that takes place post them defeating pennywise the first time? (obvi a good while after so they’re an appropriate age) like the reader notices that stan is pulling away from the group and that richie is being avoidant about it/deflecting a lot and decides to talk to the two of them and things escalate from there

or if you’re not comfortable with ship x reader: a miniseries richie x FTM reader where the reader saves richie from a beating by henry bowers and comes out to richie (bonus points if you can work in a reference to the teenage werewolf in the basement incident into the fic <3)

1960s!RICHIE T. X 1960s!STAN U. X FTM!READER

Warnings: mature language, penetration, blowjobs, cunnilingus, unprotected smut, threesome

Summary: They had defeated Pennywise for years at this point, but the haunting presents of the clown had yet to leave them. They are now exiting their finale year of high school, when at Billy’s graduation party, Stan and Richie enter a private argument. Or what they thought was private - until y/n stumbles into the room to declare peace.

Notes: Never in my life would I think I would be writing a Stozier fic, but I found it as a challenge to overcome. All characters are 18/19, so no underage private time. I haven’t written is so long so please excuse typos or just shit writing. Long intro, and I kind of altered the story from the request slightly. Enjoy my readers!

There was never the intention for y/n to become an ease dropper, but he had somehow ended up as one. Eddie was freaking out over spilled punch and Billy had used all the downstairs towels for cleaning up a mess earlier that night that y/n took on the responsibility to hunt for some replacements. Which lead him to finding Richie and Stan in Billy’s room - whisper shouting at each other.

“I told you, Richard, everything is fine with me,” there is a pause in Stanley’s speech, “I’m just…I don’t know what to say anymore. I don’t know how else to move on - except to just leave.”

Richie grabs Stan’s shoulders, forcing him to look each other in the eyes.

“You don’t think I feel the same? But that’s not what this is about. You know that. The other’s keep asking me about you, and I’m always left with no response-”

“I’m sure that’s new for you.”

“IT IS! I tell them you’re at Boy Scouts, or bird watching! Because I can’t just tell them that you can’t even stand to look at any of them anymore since all you can see is that stupid clown’s face!” Richie’s face starts to turn red.

A beat of silence until another word is spoken.

“I apologize that my absents causes so many issues for you.”

“Don’t, Stan. Don’t turn this into something it’s not. I’m asking you to stop running. You have no idea the affect you have on me. You ignore us- me, and I feel like I’m loosing a part of myself.”

“Maybe it’s for the best-” Stan is about to finish his sentence when all of a sudden the door swings open. Y/n stumbles into the room awkwardly catching their balance.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” y/n tries to say casually. He doesn’t want them to know he was listening for so long. But they both look at y/n with a suspicious stare.

“You’re not,” they say in unison and then smirk at their actions.

Stanley pulls away from Richie’s grip, and heads for the door. But right before he brushes past, he is grabbed by y/n’s firm hands. A shiver runs down his spine excitedly. Y/n leans into their shared space and whispers, “Don’t go, Stan. Let me talk first”. Y/n leads Stan to sit on the bed, and shoots Richie a look that says ‘you too’.

Y/n stands before the two boys and begins his speech, “Ok, so I was definitely listening before I fell in. Which I am sorry for doing, but I know - we all know that something is wrong with you two. Stan, you’ve been MIA for weeks. Even when you’re in the same room as us, you’re mentally a million miles away. You saw shit that some of us didn’t but you’re letting it drift you away. We miss you. I miss you.”

Y/n sees tears start to build in the dark haired boy’s eyes and something in him shifts. Y/n can’t help himself as he bends down to wipe the boy’s tears away. He shares a smile as he does so. Their hands intertwine as y/n shifts towards Richie’s direction.

“As for you carrot top,” a giggle leaves Richie’s mouth at the name, “you’re always a loud mouth but recently- everything is a fucking joke to you. This is the first time in a while that I’ve heard you have a serious conversation. You criticize Stan for running away but don’t pretend that you’re not avoiding the pain too”. Y/n takes his free hand to run his palm softly across the other boy’s freckled face, “Now, please, tell me what I can do to help relieve you both of these feelings?”

Stanley hums to grab y/n’s attention, and leans forward to connect their foreheads. Before any more questions can be asked, both of their lips are touching. Stan moans into the kiss while he slides his left hand on to Richie’s thigh. His thigh shakes at the touch like a jolt of electricity runs through him. Richie moves into action, running his own hands over y/n’s hair and shoulders. He begins to leave kisses on each piece of skin he touches.

Y/n pulls apart from the kiss to catch his breath, and bends his neck to open more room for Richie’s mouth to suck. Stan rubs his hardening cock through his jeans while watching the show before him. The sucking comes to a pause so a whisper could be shared, “I think this is us showing you our gratitude”. The sucking instantly continuing. Y/n smiles at Stanley and can feel himself start to get wet.

“Don’t just sit there, baby. Show me what you want,” y/n request.

Both of the other men guide y/n onto the bed, with his face towards the ceiling, they begin to undress him until only his underwear remains. Richie begins to undress himself while Stan kisses the happy trail leading to y/n’s wet entrance. Stan shoots a look up, asking for permission, which is granted with a moan and a nod of the head.

“Your body is beautiful, y/n. I can’t wait to feel how good it is to be inside of you,” Richie is rubbing his cock right in front of y/n’s face while speaking pure filth, “But first, Stan the Man here is going to get you nice and loose. I bet you like his tongue.”

The only sound Stan makes in response, is his tongue sliding into y/n’s pussy to then slide out so he can suck on the clit. The minute he begins to focus on that area, a deep groan leaves y/n throat. But before he could make any more sound, Richie grabs his jaw and slides his long cock into y/n’s mouth. A sweet bliss washes over all of the men.

For a few beats, the only sounds that could be heard are the sucking sounds of skin and moans that sound like a choir. Y/n’s legs are shaking around his lover’s head while Richie gasps with pleasure from the friction of the tongue against his dick. The edge of his climax creeping upon him.

“I’m going to fucking cum all over your face, baby” Richie purrs.

All of a sudden, Stanley pulls his head up and lays a hand on Richie’s shoulder to pause the action. Stanley demands, without saying a word, for Richie to lay on his back while positioning y/n on top of the laying boy’s stomach. Stanley once again shoots a questioning look towards y/n - asking for consent. The request is eagerly accepted.

Richie is heard whinnying as Stanley leads the boy’s slim cock into the soaking entrance of their shared lover. A sigh of relief leaves y/n’s mouth as they finally become full. A sudden new sigh escapes him when he feels his cunt stretch perfectly to fit another cock inside. Both of the other men are gripping and kissing any flesh available to them.

Finally, Stanley utters his first words, “We’re going to cum inside of you. You’re our angel.”

Richie is sucking their lover’s nipples while reaching around to grip Stanley’s ass, helping the man to thrust deeper inside. Y/n is moving his hips in the best direction to feel his g-spot getting hit repeatedly. His nails scratching the surface of Richie’s scalp - Richie groaning and thrusting like an animal in response. Stanley, on the hand, is fucking like he has it all mapped out. Every move has a purpose and direction: making everyone cum.

“Fuck me harder! I’m close…so, so fucking close,” y/n demands.

Richie is there too, leaking inside the other’s hole.

Stanley slams his thick cock in the perfect spot that y/n jolts forward, climaxing as Richie’s cock slips out. His cum covering Stan’s stomach and y/n’s ass. Richie quickly moving his hands to stimulate Stan’s nipples - just enough touch to get the dark haired boy to groan out his sign of climax.

Y/n didn’t need to hear the groan though. He felt the warm fluid coat his raw insides. Finally feeling complete and fulfilled.

“Goddamn that’s Stan the fucking man!”

“Shut up, Richie.”

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captainimprobable · 9 months

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@kulekrizpy gave me the word "bundle" and the ship Lumity, and this is what I came up with! ~

“You, uh, might wanna bundle up.”

Amity glances down at her light jacket and tugs on her purple scarf. “Isn’t this enough? I know it’s cold, but I’ve been to The Knee before and I’ve been fine in this.”

“Amity, this is a Connecticut Winter. It’s, like, three times as cold as The Knee.”

Amity scoffs. “The Knee is the coldest part of the Isles. There’s no way Connecticut is colder.”

Connecticut, as it turns out, is colder.

Luz pulls Amity through the portal and into the Human Realm, at which point Amity immediately begins to shiver.

Luz tries to hide her shit eating grin, but apparently fails, because Amity glares at her.

“Cold, Amity?”

“Nope,” Amity says, turning her (very red) nose up in the air, “This is nothing.”

“Mmhm,” Luz replies, but doesn’t say any more. She keeps her grip tight on Amity’s hand as she leads her through the trees. When they get to the clearing where Luz’s house is, Amity starts to gravitate that way, but Luz just keeps walking past it.

“Wh-where are we going?” Amity asks, teeth chattering.

Luz glances at Amity and stops walking as soon as she sees her face. “Oh my god, Amity, I didn’t realize you were that cold!”

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about,” Amity says, shaking like a cat after a bath.

Luz slaps a hand to her face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to start this competition thing, if I say you win will you stop by my house and put winter clothes on?”

Amity appraises Luz with her eyes narrowed. “I win?”

“You win.”

“Okay,” Amity finally says, “Then take me to your house, I’m freezing and I can’t feel my feet, what is wrong with Connecticut???”

“You know, you’re not the first person to ask me that,” Luz says, taking Amity’s hand once again.

It’s only a few steps to Luz’s house, and as soon as Luz opens the door, Amity darts inside to defrost.

“Wait here for a sec, okay?”

Amity gives a shaky thumbs up from the corner, where she’s rubbing her hands together to get some feeling back into them.

Luz appears again a minute later, a sweatshirt in her hands.

“Here,” she says, “Put this on.”

“Is this yours?” Amity asks.

“Yeah, is that okay?”

To Luz’s surprise, Amity starts to blush. It’s been a few months since they started dating, and as they’ve gotten more comfortable with each other, Amity’s blush has become more and more scarce.

This one feels like a gift, and Luz can’t contain her smile.

“Why are you smiling?”

“You’re just really adorable,” Luz says honestly, and Amity’s blush darkens.

“It’s just…this is your sweatshirt, right? I’ve- I’ve always wanted to wear a cute girls sweatshirt.”

“Awwww, you think I’m cute?”

“Maybe.”

“Prove it, then!”

“How do I prove-”

Luz interrupts her with a swift kiss on the lips. When she pulls away, Amity is rolling her eyes, but she’s smiling, too.

“That made no sense, you know.”

“I know. I just wanted a reason to kiss you.”

“You don’t need a reason to kiss me, you can just kiss me,” Amity says, taking off her jacket. She pulls the sweatshirt over her head and then fixes her frizzy hair.

“You mean like, if I wanted to kiss you right now, I could?”

Amity smiles, and Luz can’t help but smile back, because she’s just so happy and Amity is her girlfriend, and sometimes it’s nice to have the reminder.

“You could,” Amity agrees, reaching a hand up to cup Luz’s cheek, and suddenly Luz is nervous. Like, yeah, sure, she literally just kissed Amity, but this time Amity is initiating. And they haven’t kissed that much, and her bravado from before is completely gone, and her heart is positively quaking.

“Are you okay?” Amity asks, “Do you not want me to-”

“No, I do!!!!!! I really do!!!! I mean- I uh- just- kiss me, please?” she finishes dumbly, sure that now Amity won’t want to.

But Amity gives her a soft smile that melts Luz’s insides. She leans in, closing her eyes (at which point Luz remembers that, right, she’s supposed to be closing her eyes too), and presses her lips to Luz’s.

It’s soft and gentle, and Amity’s lips are freezing, and Luz feels another pang of guilt for making Amity so cold, but as the kiss continues Luz stops thinking anything entirely. It’s just the two of them in Luz’s doorway, and Luz loses herself in the feeling of Amity’s lips on hers.

When they pull apart, Luz is quite literally speechless. Amity, however, tries to speak over her nerves. “So, did you wanna go somewhere? I know we were on our way to some place, so uh maybe we should go and-”

“Actually,” Luz says, regaining the power of speech, “Can we stay here? I have a fireplace, and hot chocolate.”

“But didn’t you wanna go somewhere else?”

“Yeah, but now I kinda….just wanna be alone with you.”

Amity fiddles with the strings on Luz’s sweatshirt. “You do?”

“Uh huh. We can, uh, cuddle maybe?”

Luz curses inwardly. That was a really really awkward, weird thing to say, wasn’t it?

But apparently Amity doesn’t think so, because she smiles so wide her eyes sparkle.

“I’d love that,” she says.

Luz grins back and takes Amity’s hand, and Amity can’t help but think that she is just so incredibly grateful that she chose not to bundle up.

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bitacrytic · 1 month

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Little Brothers

Trigger warning - really weird shit mentioned.

“Porsche!” Tankhun said, bursting into Porsche’s office that morning as Porsche sighed heavily.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it could have been an email, Phi,” Porsche said.

“Have you read Brown Legacy by 22xx?” Tankhun asked, slamming his phone down on Porsche’s desk.

“I have not,” Porsche replied, slowly struggling to type out what he was working on before Takhun arrived.

“It’s about our brothers,” Tankhun stated.

Tankhun had to be talking about the site and if he was, then it was romance. Seeing as Porsche had only one brother, it had to be Chay, but there was no way the story would feature Kinn. Most writers liked to explore Kinn’s infatuation with Porsche. Not Chay. Which meant that Tankihun was talking about-

“You mean Kim and Chay?”

“Yes,” he said. “Why aren’t you more worried about this? They’re writing disgusting stories about your baby brother,” he said, emphasizing “baby”. “And Kim.”

“It’s fiction. Let them have their fun.”

“Have you seen the tags on the story?”

“It doesn’t matter. They can write whatever they want.”

“Non-con,” Tankhun said, reading from his phone as he began pacing. “Enemies-to-lovers.”

“Understandable.”

“About a sixteen-year-old boy?” Taknhun asked.

Porsche paused for a second, thinking about that. Generally, he tended to avoid stories that had his brother in them because he didn’t want that in his brain. Not when those stories were spank-bank material. But now that Tankhun was mentioning it, Porsche wasn't so sure he liked the idea of grown men writing about his brother in that way.

“Okay, maybe it’s a little weird that they’re writing that,” Porsche conceded.

“Only the stories? Aren’t you worried about what this means for your brother and Kim?”

“It’s fiction, Phi. They’re not going to read it and do everything they see there.”

“This, coming from the man who re-enacts his own sex stories.”

Porsche cringed again, praying for the millionth time that his brother was nothing like him.

“There’s outrageous stuff in here. Which might be fine, if I didn't think it would affect impressionable young minds like Chay’s.”

Porsche reached for the phone with a worried frown as Tankhun gave it to him. Quickly, he scanned the tags, looking for what was so wrong with them, and with each tag, Porsche’s eyes just kept getting wider and wider because…

Orgasm denial…

Bestiality…

Incest…

Skat…

“Oh my god!” Porsche threw the phone away.

“You see my problem?” Tankhun asked.

“They shouldn’t be writing that.”

Tankhun stopped moving as he faced Porsche. “I think we’re both worried about different things here.”

“We have to shut that site down right now.”

“No, we have to make sure that Kim stays the fuck away from Chay.”

“What?” Porsche asked, a little confused by Tankhun’s words.

“Look, Kim’s soul is old and wretched and dead, but Chay is still an angel. We have to keep them away from each other and make sure that Kim never gets it into his head that Chay is a viable romantic option.”

“Oh,” Porsche said, staring into Tankhun’s face and wondering how to explain to Tankhun that that ship had sailed.

Months ago. Porsche had known about Kim and Chay for a while and the fact that Tankhun thought the site would be to blame for that would have been funny if Porsche wasn’t plotting the destruction of the MansionOfMen website, right at that very second.

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