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specshroom · 29 days

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*°~There are many benefits to being a mage~°*

Includes: Fem reader x male orc, size kink, "human fetish", friends to more?

In which: Orc with a big problem confides in his mage friend who decides to help him out with a useful spell~🪄

You've been in this town for quite a while now, almost 3 years. That wasn't the original plan but It just so happened that this seaside town was more welcoming than many places you've been to on your travels. It sits at the coast of two major trade routes, connecting people of many different walks of life.

The friendliness and diversity you experienced allowed you to make a few friends you might not have otherwise.

Like the one you're sharing breakfast with right now. His name is Grimmok and he's the self-proclaimed, "Best fisherman in this damn town". He's your typical young, burley orc.

The first time you met him was in the local pub, you were intrigued when a crowd formed infront of the huge orc. He was dramatically telling one of his fisherman's tales and the small crowd hung onto his every word. He was a very good story teller and you happened to be very interested in folklore and myths. You made a habit of just walking up to him, if he didn't look busy and asking him to tell you a story. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see you sitting on the docks listening and writing intently as he waxes on about some old wives tale while repairing his nets.

Now you sit in his home, eating breakfast while he grumbles on about having to train a new fishing boy.

"The boy gets distracted by the smallest things, every time someone even resembling female walks past the docks he's panting like a dog." Grimmok bites into his ridiculously large breakfast sandwich signaling the end of his rant.

He did look more grumpy than usual when he opened the door to let you in for your weekly Sunday breakfast. His shoulder length black hair was tied into a hasty half up half down bun and his stubble looked more scruffy than usual. You can only huff in amusement at his troubles.

"Cmon, don't be too harsh on the kid. You did the same thing with Rosie Cotton, remember?"

The orc stills and huffs indignantly, scratching at his neck. This makes you grin.

"Mhm, you'd be telling me a story and then just stop in the middle of a sentence. I'd look up and sure enough there's Miss Rosie walking on by. Fiery hair flowing in the wind, cleavage spilling out her dress, swaying those hips and-"

Grimmok interrupts your overdramatic musing by flicking your pointy hat off your head.

"Hey!"

"You're acting like you didn't like looking at her too." The big guy grumbles almost like a child. He wipes his hands on his plaid pajama pants and picks up his empty plate, heading towards the sink.

You lean down to pick your hat off the floor, dust it off and mumble,

"Yeah, but I never got to bed her."

The dishes in the sink clatter a little too loudly as he tenses up. You hardly try to stifle your laugh.

"We didn't actually...she was...too small... For me to...." The orc struggles out as he wipes his plate clean.

It's quiet for a minute until you ask.

"But she did try, right? I'm pretty sure that counts, Grim."

The orc just grumbles something unintelligible. You want to sympathise with the poor guy but imagining Rosie Cotton, a "short stack" type of woman, trying to fit his massive green cock in her little pussy was pretty erotic.

"I want to feel bad for you mate but you kind of bring this on yourself. You obviously have a bit of a human fetish."

"It's not a-" The orc goes to defend himself but stops and just sighs when he realises it's no use.

"...and a size kink to boot." You mumble with toast in your mouth.

"I can't help it if I think horny humans trying desperately to take my cock is literally the hottest thing to me!" Grimmok finally lets the dam of sexual frustration burst after you've done a sufficient amount of poking at it. You always were good at getting him to actually talk about his problems.

"But the problem comes in when I actually have to fuck them, they can barely take half! How am I supposed to fuck them!? I'm too big! I'd kill them!"

You can't help but choke on your toast as a cackle forces itself from your throat. "Sorry. I'm sorry!" You struggle between snorts. Your big green friend just stands there with a grimace, arms crossed as he waits for you to finish.

You sigh and wipe your watering eyes. "Well, I'm glad you've confided in me because now I can help you." You wipe your hands clean and stand up from the orc sized table.

"You know that cool thing I can do with my hat?" You take your hat off and reach inside of it, the magic pocket space allowing you to reach your whole arm inside of it when you physically shouldn't be able to.

He nods sceptically still leaning against the sink, a bit concerned about where this is going. He thought by "help" you meant like you were going to pep talk him or something.

"We just have to do this but with...." You gesture down to your crotch.

Grim stands there, mouth slightly agape, blinking at you.

"I mean it's not exactly the same obviously." You pull your trusty spell book out of the hat before placing it back on your head while the pages of the spell book fly open to the page you want. "You basically draw this sigil on someone and then they'll be able to take whatever they can push inside no matter how big. Girth might still be an issue though..."

You explain this to him like you've explained many other spells, like you're reading him a recipe, deliberating what ingredients would work best. He doesn't even know how to react honestly.

"You're serious?"

You clap the book shut and adjust your hat on your head, smugly shrugging,

"This is what I do."

The poor guy just stumbles in disbelief.

"Magic. I mean.... magic is what I do." You correct yourself a bit awkwardly and clear your throat, regaining your confidence.

"It's a pretty easy spell so we can try this whenever you want really."

"We?"

"Well yeah, unless you want me to go up to Rosie Cotton and say "Hey love, you mind if I put this sigil on your womb so my friend can finally pound your tight lit-"

"Alright! Alright."

Grimmok rubs his face with his hands, sighing again and looking unsure. You lean against the sink next to him, barely coming up to his pecs.

"Look, it'll just be a one time thing so you can actually see if human pussy's all that and if you like it, I'm sure we can find plenty of humans who would love to try it out."

"...Alright. That sounds good."

You give a slap to his thick bicep and an encouraging "ata boy."

"and if you don't like this one, I'm sure I could find a spell that'll just make you..." He doesn't miss how you glance down at his crotch. "Smaller."

He huffs and pushes your shoulder playfully, he liked how you could always joke away the tension in any given situation. You walk up to the big wooden chair you were sitting at a second ago and pull it away from the table so that it's facing outward, struggling a bit as it's very much orc sized like most things in his house.

"Cmon. Sit."

You pat the chair, looking at him expectantly.

"Now?"

He's really not used to other people being so forward especially not when it's his mate. You shrug at him.

"Why not? I mean we can wait till you're ready, I don't mind. I have literally all day."

You put your hands behind your back and rock on your feet as you both just stand in his kitchen for about a minute...waiting. He eventually huffs and steels himself, fully committing to the idea and walking over to plop himself in the chair. He's going to put his dick inside one of his best friends.

You place your hat on the table so it doesn't get in the way of your activity and step in front of him. You levitate your spell book In front of you, looking down at the page with the sigil that's way more familiar than you're letting on.

"Okay, I'll face this way so it's less....personal." You turn around so your back is facing him. "You do still need to take off your pants though."

He smacks his teeth, "I figured that." He mumbles, pushing his soft pajama pants down to his mid thighs, immediately freeing his cock as he wasn't wearing underwear. He leaves his white long sleeve on, the sleeves folded to his elbows, giving you a perfect tease of his thick strong arms and multiple tattoos. When he looks back at you and sees that you've already disappeared your pants, he quickly looks away.

Sensing his nervousness you ask with a softer voice than before,

"can I sit?"

He clears his throat before grumbling a "Yeah."

You gently lean down and sit your naked ass onto his lap, legs open wide over his own you can see his half hard cock laying between his legs but try not to stare. Obviously Grimmock is a big guy but he's even big by orc standards so of course his cock is massive even when he isn't fully hard.

Grimmock clears his throat and jolts you out of your thoughts. You adjust a bit on top of him feeling his happy trail against your lower back. Your eyes skim the page levitating in front of you, when you finally find the incantation passage you straighten up and start chanting the ancient words in the text. Your eyes glow and the air feels static, Grim has seen magic before but the novelty never truly wears off.

An intricate shape starts to form right above your pubic bone, where your womb would be. The sigil glows brightly on your skin as Grim peers from above your head to look at it. At first glance he thinks it looks a bit demonic but then remembers he doesn't know anything about magic and decides not to mention it. When the sigil is complete you clap the book shut, immediately cutting off the static energy in the room and startling him in the process.

"That should do it."

You place the book on the table and lean back against his clothed chest, feeling the tension in his body not letting up.

"Damn, I can't believe little Miss Rosie took half of this. What a lass."

Your joke lightens the mood once again as Grimmock scoffs at you. Feeling him relax, you bring your hand down to finally touch the wetness that's been growing for awhile now. "We should still do some prep before you put it in. Is that alright?"

He nods and watches your hand disappear between your thighs. You readjust so that your boot clad feet are on either side of the chair rests. Opening yourself up to the air and to him, he can see you've already got two fingers pushing inside. He hesitates before reaching for his cock and slowly starting to stroke himself under you but it was painfully clear he was holding back.

"I know I'm not as short or.... endowed as Miss Cotton but I could put on a red wig if you'd like."

Grim huffed a laugh at the mental image of that.

"Oh wow~ Grimmie, you're soooo big and strong~"

You say in a high pitched voice (that doesn't sound anything like Rosie Cotton), using her embarrassing pet name while looking up at him and batting your eyelashes dramatically.

Grim scoffs and holds his hand over your mouth "Stop playing around." He tries to sound serious but his smile and the grumble in his chest betrays him. You laugh against his hand holding his wrist. You slowly pull his hand off your mouth and inch it gradually down your body giving him ample time to pull away. He doesn't and you move his hand to rub against your wet pussy ever so gently.

You're both looking into each other's eyes, this was not supposed to be so intimate but it doesn't look like he minds when he takes charge and slowly eases two fingers inside your aching pussy. His thick fingers stretch your pussy so good as you lightly buck into his hand, greedy pussy already hungry for more. The way he's looking down at you with so much need gets you so hot inside. A heat that only increases when he starts pumping his fingers in and out. Grim works you open with one hand and pumps his fat cock with the other.

This entire situation has you pent up and impatient so you pull his hand away and sit up, "I can take it now." He can't help but groan at your words but remains concerned at the perceived lack of prep. Whenever he fools around with humans most of the engagement is spent just doing prep so he's more than a little worried, "Are you sure?"

You don't reply as you gently take his fully hard cock from his hand, holding it up against your stomach to see how far inside you this thing could go. You both groan at the comparison between his ridiculously massive dick and your body, he reaches way past your belly button and into your stomach. Definitely more than a human could safely take. You adjust your legs so that you're almost squatting on his lap, your feet plant on the seat on either side of his hips.

You support yourself with your hand resting on the seat between his legs and lift yourself so you can rub your wetness along the length of his cock. He brings his rough hands to hold your hips gently, not applying pressure but just resting there so he can have something to hold.

You lift yourself up until his tip is in-line with your entrance, slowly rubbing it against your clit. You both groan lightly when the tip pops in and you slowly ease yourself down his cock. He's amazed at how easy your cunt swallows him. You pause half way down to adjust and give a few pumps to the rest of him before your hand leaves his cock to settle next to your other hand on the chair in front of you. He squeezes your hips a little in silent concern and you smile before easing the rest of him in, gently descending until you reach the hilt. Your pubes kiss his and he can't help but let out a weak moan at the sight and feeling of you taking all of him. Finally feeling tight walls grip the entire length of his cock has him reeling. You're overwhelmed as well, It's been a while since you've taken someone this big.

You slowly circle your hips around so that you really feel his cock against your walls deep inside you, you're obviously very pleased with yourself. Grim is seeing stars, eyes shut, head tilted back, trying to regain himself even a little while his literal dreams are coming true.

"Well, we know it works. I guess that's it then." You move to lift yourself off his cock as if your work is done.

"Nononono, Please no. Please."

Comes Grim's hasty but soft displeasure, both his thick arms circle around your waist to keep you in place as he leans against your back, head resting on your shoulder.

"What's the matter big guy?" You lean into his chest, stroke his arm and turn your head to look at him. He huffs, you know exactly what's the matter. He takes a deep breath and lifts his head to look at you.

"I need you."

Your heart jumps in your chest.

"I need you to fuck me...please"

You look up at him, wide eyes, mouth agape as he looks back down at you. The moment is almost sweet until your mouth forms into an evil grin and you snicker softly, a dreadfully familiar mischievous glint in your eyes. Grim closes his eyes and almost regrets all the choices that lead him here.

"Riiight~. I almost forgot, this is probably the first time you've actually been able to fuck someone sooo much smaller than you."

You reach down to gently hold his proportionately massive ballsack, making him suck in a breath and twitch his thighs.

"Poor guy, you must be so pent up, huh?"

All he can do is let out a choked moan of your name which only makes you chuckle.

"I can really play the part for you, if you'd like. Y'know the, "Ah, your so deep!" and "You're filling me up so good!""

You laugh when you feel his dick twitch. Poor Grim can only grip your waist and try to keep his hot face from getting hotter. He looks down at you with pleading eyes and you decide you're not so evil after all. You pat his arms and move them so he's holding your waist. He startles a little when you playfully kiss him on the cheek.

"I've got you big guy."

You lean forward again with your feet under you and start to lift yourself up very slowly until the top of his cock is juuust about to pop out. Your thighs burn as you stay there for a few seconds, teasing Grim and yourself. Grim thinks he might actually cry if you don't move.

Suddenly you grip the edge of the chair and force yourself down hard on his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust. You both groan very loudly, he downright yelps with the sudden movement. You grip the chair and clench around him so hard he can't help the way he grips your waist tightly. One hand covers his mouth as he tips his head back and tries to not cum immediately. He tries to regain his breathing but you have other plans. You can feel him twitch inside you and a desperate need to be filled engulfs you.

You start thrusting up and down on his dick, moving your whole body up and down his length. It's a good thing he can't see your face because you are enjoying this way too much. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you bite your lip, the sensation of being filled to the literal brim is intoxicating. You work yourself and him so diligently, it's no time before your thrusts become more frantic and you're right at the peak. With one final deliberate thrust you cum hard around him, clenching and unclenching like you're trying to milk him dry.

You both moan freely now, though his are more like growls. Your pulsing walls quickly lead him to his own climax, holding you close to his chest and thrusting up into your cunt, spilling hot seed deep inside your womb. You shake and squirm even more with the blissful feeling of your walls being coated with his spend.

After a few moments of you two spasming and twitching you eventually ease up and fall limply against his chest, adjusting your thighs to rest on top of his again. You breathe out a long sigh and bask in the fullness of your cunt, stroking your stomach up and down.

You're blissfully unaware of the knowing smirk that grows on his face. He cards his fingers through his hair, composing himself a little more. His warm hand joins yours in caressing up and down the expanse of your stomach and chest, loving how small you feel in his hold.

"You've done this before." His voice comes out in a low growl that makes you shiver, not expecting it. You crane your head up to see him smirking down at you and all you can do is sit and stare. He chuckles deeply,

"There ain't no way, this is your first time taking a cock this size."

You stumble for words but none come out. His hands caress your thighs and one hand comes up to gently hold your jaw. He leans down really close to your face.

"You're a size queen."

You suck in a breath and your pussy clenches involuntarily around his cock which you only noticed now hasn't gone down at all. Grim laughs louder this time.

"I should've known the second you pulled out that spellbook."

You sit there, quite embarrassed at being caught. You smack his hand away from your waist.

"Shut up, you're the one with the-"

"Yes, we both know about my kinks, you teased me about it enough which is very hypocritical of you."

Grim is just loving the way you fluster and fumble for words right now.

"Oh, so you don't have a thing for inhumanly huge cock?"

He challenges and uses both his hands to bring your naked thighs to your chest, exposing your pussy, leaking with his seed.

"So you don't like the way I stretch and fill this little human pussy?"

You can't help but whine at his dirty words and the position he's binding you into. His cock adjusting inside of you, hitting a new spot.

"If you don't, I guess I could just pull out and-"

"Nonononono... Grim Cmon."

You frantically babble your disagreement, shaking your head. He chuckles again, very pleased with himself at turning the tables on you but thankfully for you he's not as evil as you are and his dick is still painfully hard.

"Alright Darlin, I'll take care of you."

He lifts himself from the chair, leaving a puddle of both of you when he stands. He comforts your whines when he pulls out to set you ass up on the table and just stands at the edge, one hand on his hip and the other leisurely stroking his cock.

You look back at him with confusion, expecting him to just fuck you over the table already.

"If you ask nicely."

He says looking real smug, you sigh in defeat and turn your body so that you're facing him. You disappear the rest of your clothes, leaving you stark naked on the large kitchen table you were just eating breakfast at. That realisation makes him pump his cock harder.

You press your knees as close to your chest as possible and bring your hands down to your puffy, leaking pussy. You spread your folds for him with your fingers and say, as sexily as you can manage.

"Please fuck me Grim."

Grim is so fucking floored, he's cursing himself for not thinking of doing this sooner. He sighs and pumps his cock harder, lining the leaking tip up to your pussy lips. He eases it inside and the new position makes for a new sensation for both of you as different spots are brushed and tension melts away. Once he's balls deep again he gently worms his arm underneath your back to lift you up with ease. You wrap your arms around his neck for support being mindful not to pull his hair. Suddenly you're face to face, looking into his eyes for the first time since you started.

You look into his dark eyes and they relax you, this is your best friend, you trust him. His eyes leave yours to stare at your parted lips. When he sees that familiar quirk on your lips he looks back to your eyes, catching the mischievous glint. You lean closer so that your noses are just brushing against eachother. You feel his breath hitch when your lips meet his. He spares no time getting into it and moves his lips against yours. You make out while he adjusts your body in his hold, one hand on your ass and the other on your waist.

He then, without warning, lifts you up and brings you down hard thrusting the whole length of his cock into you in one hearty thrust. You break from the sloppy kiss for a moment to groan out in absolute ecstasy, loving the way he takes the lead from you effortlessly. He brings down your whole body to meet his upwards thrusts. The way he's basically using your entire body like a fleshlight makes you embarrassingly horny.

It feels like it's been years since you were fucked like this, the way your body is reacting, so sensitive you're sure you could cum again any minute. This is exasperated greatly when he brings you closer to his chest with one arm locked around you so that he can worm his other hand in-between you two and rub at your engorged clit.

You grab at his wrist as he frantically works you to your climax, you basically scream when you finally reach that high. Clenching and shaking on his cock while he holds you up with his buff arms. You cling into him so tightly, getting drool on his shirt. You even squirt a little, getting your wetness all over his cock and the floor. Your intense climax once again has him reeling. The sight of you clinging onto him, squirting and losing yourself on his cock makes his balls clench painfully as his frantic thrusts turn faster and sloppier. He reaches his climax as he holds you close, groaning into your neck, pumping another thick load deep into you.

You both stay like that for a while, coming down from your respective highs. Your fingers slowly unclench from his shirt moving down to lazily caress his chest, feeling it move with his breaths as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He slowly manoeuvres your legs so he can sit back down on the chair, holding you to his chest. His hand strokes down your back as you both soak in the warm, tranquil after glow. His breathing evens out to a steady rhythm and your eyes flutter closed.

Knock knock knock

You both jolt awake and stare at each other wide eyed and then at the front door, which is very much visible from the kitchen. You both stay quiet and he holds you closer to hide your fully naked body if the rude intruder somehow manages to break the door down.

Knock knock knock

"Uhh Mr Grimmock Sir?"

The tension in Grim's body sags when he hears who's on the other side of the door. A hand goes to massage his impending migraine.

"BOY! What do you want?!"

You can imagine the way the poor fishing boy cringes at the anger in Grim's voice.

"Sorry Sir, I was wondering if you could give me some extra lessons on the boat?"

Grim growls in frustration, you chuckle in amusement and start kissing up his neck which settles him down a little.

"Tomorrow lad, it's Sunday."

"But I was-"

"Tomorrow."

The finality in his tone seems to get through to the young man as he mutters an "Alright Sir, see you then." Before walking off, his steps getting lighter and lighter.

"He doesn't want to work all week but suddenly he wants to work on Sunday?!"

Grim's irritation is clear as he gestures to the door incredulously. You can't help but laugh at the orcs misfortune. You settle your arms around his broad shoulders, one hand playing with his hair as his hand begins to stroke down your back again.

"Thank you for...helping out"

He says, quite genuinely.

"Anytime."

You throw him a thumbs up and he has to laugh and shake his head at the award winning nonchalance. When the amusement fades though he leans forward in the chair and brings his hands lower to cup your ass cheeks.

"Anytime?"

You can feel his soft cock gradually hardening inside your pussy and you look up at him in utter disbelief.

"Unbelievable."

You shake your head and chastise him but the smile that breaks on your face rats you put. He grins and lifts you up, walking out of the kitchen. His mouth marks up your neck and his stubble tickles, dull tusks dig into the sensitive skin.

"Just unbelievable."

You mutter to yourself again as your legs hug around his waist tighter and you feel his cum dripping out of your hole, leaving a trail all the way to his bedroom.

#monsterfucker #I'm thinking of making this mage character a recurring character where I basically write about her smutty monster adventures 👀👀👀#monster x human #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster x reader #monster writing #orc x reader #orc x human #nsft writing #terato #teratophillia

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Danny paced the halls of pariah dark’s castle, well his castle but even after a few years he wasn't used to that, as Frostbite watched in silence. His king isn't usually this restless before a council meeting but his distress was understandable. As his eighteenth birthday approached the council was getting more and more pushy for Danny to take up his role as king. Frostbite had used his leeway to allow the young king time to grow up and in the four years since his first transformation he had only been called to council a handful of times. It was an impressive feat less because they needed a king and more because the observers were anxious to keep the young king on a leash.

This council meeting was called hastily as the anti-ecto laws had been passed recently and the GIW as well as the Fenton parents had become bolder in their pursuit of ghosts. The Fentons had almost captured one of Danny's rogues and it was too close of a call for the council to overlook.

On top of that Dani was supposed to be coming home today. The young clone had taken to traveling the world as soon as she was free to. Her unstable nature had forced her home only a month after departing and it had taken months to convince Danny to let her go off alone again. Her destabilization had been easy to explain, as a clone she had been created without a ghost core and with continual use of her powers and no way to replenish her energy she had used her own body's ectoplasm to feed her powers. Frostbite was unsure if she would ever form her own core as her creation was unique but Danny had pushed. The idea Danny had come up with was to take a piece of his own core and give it to Dani, maybe jump-starting her own core cultivation in the process.

After defeating pariah dark Danny had begun absorbing his core, a way of proving his claim to the throne Frostbite had explained, and with it his own core had almost doubled in power. While unstable itself as it was still settling into its new power, it was possible to take a sliver and still keep the core at a healthy level. If Danny pushed for a bigger piece than strictly necessary, well no one but Frostbite would ever know that.

The council had rioted at another ghost having a piece of the king's core, it was usual for families to share cores in times of need but a king having a royal family was unheard of. Some of the council was against it all together and some were quick to try and coronate Dani a princess. Danny did his best to shield her from the council and made her promise to visit at least once every few months and call weekly. It had been a battle but Dani had accepted conditions as well as a phone Tucker had made for her. Then she was off, traveling the world and bringing back souvenirs and stories.

A couple years had passed like that and they had finally settled into a comfortable rhythm. A rhythm rudely interrupted by Danny’s looming birthday and his parents lack of self control. He was supposed to be at Sam’s house, ready to hug Dani when she arrived and with a whole day of movie marathons and nachos planned. Instead he was stuck pacing his entrance hall as Sam kept him updated on the happenings in the living realm.

“Your majesty,” Frostbite rumbled, “perhaps it is time you enter the council’s chamber. An intermission can only last so long.”

The monarch hummed but didnt stop pacing. Every turn caused his layered cape to billow behind him in a strange way, as if it was floating underwater rather than being manipulated by wind. The king's crown had dulled from a fiery bonfire into a thin misty glow that wrapped in a circle over his head. Jazz would tease him for it, ‘It looks like the aurora borealis, your love of the sky bleeds into everything doesn't it?’ and she was right, though he would never admit it. Even as he combed his hand through his hair and the crown, the misty fire dissipating around his hand before gathering again, it still twinkled as if far away stars were shining in the crowns light.

Danny spared little thought to his regalia as he paced. A wave of dread had come over him midway through the arguing and he had called a pause so they could recollect themselves. He had tried to check in with Sam but she wasn't responding. He had heard nothing from Dani either and something deep within him was screaming something was wrong. He couldn't abandon a council meeting on a hunch and honestly it was one of the few times he didn't want to have to abandon the council meeting. If only because it would mean nothing was wrong.

Dani had had some close calls over the years and while she had really come into her powers she wasn't as strong as Danny and the one time she had been hit by Maddie Fenton still held fresh in Danny’s mind.

His phone buzzed.

Sam had replied.

Eco-Terrorist: We cant find Dani

It was the only message Danny needed before he was off. Ripping a hole in the dimension himself as he crossed back to his preferred plane. He barely noticed Frostbites thoughtful hum as he moved to bring the news of the king's departure to the council.

The precious seconds Danny took to arrive at Sam’s house were spent spiraling as to all the worst things that could have happened. The fear doubled as he stepped through Sam’s wall to find her holding Dani’s phone and pacing herself. Tucker sat at the desk scouring what looked like security cameras on his laptop as Danny popped back into view.

If Sam yelped it was only because she was too stressed to try and cover it up.

“We found her phone in Amity Park, she hadn't been responding and it had been almost an hour since she was supposed to show up.” Sam stressed, she was flexing her hands around the phone.

“Since she usually messages us if she is going to be late we decided to check if everything was alright. When we saw she was in the park and hadnt move in a while. We left immediately.” Tucker added. He had a wobble to his voice and a shine to his eyes. Danny gritted his teeth. “All we found was this.” Sam said as she threw Dani’s phone on the bed as if it had personally been the thing to commit the crime and went back to pacing, flexing her hands in and out of fists.

“Do we have any security footage that might help?” Danny asked.

“Ive been looking but the park doesnt have much cctv except around the perimeter or playground. Its been useless. All Ive seen is the Fenton-mobile.” Tucker paused, Danny could hear him swallow as the same thought passed through all their heads. “You… you dont think…”

“Ill go check the lab.” Danny said before he vanished. Already making his way through town as Sam and Tucker raced to follow him.

It didnt take long for Danny to make it to his house, the ghost shields were down but the Fenton-mobile was nowhere to be seen. It gave Danny little hope but he made his way down to the basement, transforming into his human form just in case. He made his way through his kitchen and down the stairs where he looked into the lab and into his worst fear.

Dani lay still on a metal table, restraints on her arms and legs and waist as a trickle of ectoplasm dripped from her left arm onto the floor. She wasnt even in her ghost form. He jumped the stairs and made it to her in two strides.

“Dani? Can you hear me?” Her head was lolled to the side but her eyes were open, if only barely. She blinked and squirmed slightly, making a grumbling sound before going still again. She was alive, likely drugged, definitely bleeding out. Her arm had a gash in it and two tubes attached to needles lay on the floor beside her. The tubes were tangled and thrown about, as if someone had tripped on them and then let them be. Rage bubbled within Danny but he forced himself to focus. He would not let Dani bleed out because he was too busy seething at his parents. He grabbed whatever he could use as medical supplies and wrapped Dani’s arm before trying to break her restraint.

Electricity coursed through him and he cursed. Refusing to let panic take over he turned to his parents computer instead. There had to be something that could undo the restraints and regardless he had to wipe whatever information they had on Dani. What he found was a conversation log of Maddie Fenton and an Agent W discussing payment and proper handover specifications for a ‘perfect specimen’ Maddie had found. The money was staggering and Danny’s rage almost made him crush the mouse he was holding.

At one point, Sam had offered up the idea of destroying the lab and joining Jazz at Gotham U where she had chosen to go for college. They had toyed with the idea, saying it was for the future or it was a last resort, but ultimately never gone through with it. It was a bad idea to drag a meta equivalent to Gotham and in all honesty, Danny wasnt comfortable leaving Amity. He hated leaving the town limits even if necessary, he couldnt imagine choosing to live somewhere else. But right now, staring at his bleary, injured, unstable sister, he decided he would have to.

His rogues would be pissed and he didnt really have a solid plan but he refused to let this happen again. To anyone.

It was little hassle to find the unlock to the restraints and erase the computer completely. His parents didn't trust the cloud and the physical copies they had would be lost in the fire. Tucker had copies of everything anyway. Dani moved to sit up but really only managed to roll off the table. Danny caught and he shared some of his ectoplasm to try and help her heal. It wasnt much but she started to regain lucidity.

“Danny?” she whispered and Danny hummed in response. Their cores hummed at each other, the harmony encouraging her healing. A boom rattled the building, it was far away but it snapped Danny back to the present. They didnt have time to sit there, he didnt know when his parents would be back and he needed to leave.

He laid Dani on the floor as he went around and dismantled as many things as he could, leaving the vulnerable pieces in the open. Finally he turned to take the ectoplasm filter that powered the entire house. When he ripped it off its mantle alarms started blaring and he turned and grabbed Dani, hauling her up into his arms as he ran up the stairs. He heard her giggle something about bumpy rides and he was out the door and barrelling towards his beat up car parked across the street.

Jazz had given it to him for his sixteenth birthday. Apparently she had originally planned to buy it for herself for her move to Gotham but Sam had managed to convince her parents to buy Jazz a brand new car. Something about the public transportation system being dangerous and it being the first thing Sam had asked for that had been manageable. It was beat up and an old red but Danny loved the car and used it often. He worried he would have had to keep his parents away from it, in case they try and ghost proof it but they never even noticed it. He parked it across the street and they just assumed it was the neighbors. No one had lived in the houses around them for years.

He shoved Dani into the passenger side before hoping the hood and sliding into the drivers seat. He didnt know he could do that.

Shoving his key into the ignition the engine roared to life. He managed to get down the street before his house exploded. The shockwave sent the car forward and he managed to catch Dani’s head before it met the dash. His windows rattled but none of them broke, a small victory he thought.

His mind flashed to all the things he had had in his room, his home. His memories, his souvenirs from Dani, all his space and nasa memorabilia, all his clothes and any pictures he thought were important. His family, his friends, his school, his only solid portal to the Infinite Realm.

His emergency supplies.

“Fuck.” he whispered as he kept driving. Dani giggled and said something like ‘language’ but Danny was too busy swerving through traffic to hear her. His phone buzzed and he jolted, he maneuvered to pull it from his pocket as he tried to check it only to barely miss an oncoming car and drop it into the footwell of Dani’s seat. He cursed again and kept driving. He wasnt going to stop until he was well and out of Amity. He focused on driving and harmonizing with Dani as he drove.

As they raced across Amity his core began to pulse with panic. The lingering pain from losing his home exploding into waves of fear.

He wasnt stopping. The pulsing grew more intense and Dani whimpered in her sleep. He tried to calm down but something felt so intrinsically wrong with leaving and his core felt like it was going to burst.

The pressure grew as they got closer and closer to Amity’s border and as they crossed it something in Danny popped.

He almost blacked out from the pain. The car swerving as he tried to regain control of himself. Something had broken and it felt like he was tilted on an axis. He could barely see and was forced to pull over. His breathes came in short painful gasps and he bit back a scream. He was trying to ride through the pain when his phone rang. Grasping for it he picked up and brought it to his ear.

“Danny? We saw the explosion, are you ok? Did you find Dani?” Sam said, crackling over the phone.

“Mhm. Dani is with me. We are going to Gotham.” Pain cracked his voice as he struggled to breathe. “ ‘s not safe. Need Jazz.” Was all he could manage before he was heaving.

“Danny! Stay where you are. We have ectoshots with us and we can-” Sam was cut off by an explosion behind Danny’s car. He whipped around to see a white van crashing through traffic. Danny slammed his foot on the gas and turned back to the road. The pain in his chest dulled as his desperation to protect Dani slammed back in full force.

“Meet. In. Gotham.” Was all he could growl before he hung up the phone and drove in what he hoped was the direction north east.

currently obsessing over dpxdc shenanigans

I just love seeing danny act like a cornered animal

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starlightingsss · 7 months

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right where you left me

a laxus x reader drabble ig?? js me yapping 😞

HES SAUR FINE THOOUUUUUU

as they - she, kagura, milliana, risley and arana - exited the endless corridors of the labyrinth that was the preliminary for the grand magic games, they were met with a roaring audience. they finished sixth, out of 8, which wasn't too bad considering their competition.

the other 2 guilds already announced were fairy tail and quatro ceberus.

fairy tail hadn't participated in these games in a while, after their humiliating defeats. but this year - they might actually have a chance at victory. she knew too much about the guild, especially with her history, and she knew the tenrou team had returned and would be participating in the games. she didn't know many of the people on the team closely, but she heard of their names and saw some pictures from him.

he disappeared with the rest of them 7 years ago. not a word, and not a trace. she still remembered the day of his departure, how he took off from the tent and how she chased him in his lightning form, how she couldn't get there in time to help them fight but still watched as acnologia blew them to shreds. what she thought was the last seconds of his life.

but there they were, the friends he told her about, competing in a fight to be the best guild. she knew she should've been happy when she first saw their guild making a comeback, but she couldn't help the feeling of fear that swept across her heart. his friends were there, but where was he?

its been 3 months since their return, and she hasn't heard a word from him. she saw the members of his team cheering in the crowd with the rest of their guild, but the man she loved was nowhere to be found.

"what's on your mind?" kagura said, leaning over to the woman. they weren't close but kagura had seemed to take some kind of interest to her, occasionally checking up on her, asking her questions about her past.

"it's.. nothing." i replied, short vague responses was usually all kagura got out of me. but, if im being honest, what else could i give? i shouldn't be in these games right now, i'm in no condition to fight. maybe a few years ago, when i was strong, but now? my body is brittle and malnourished, my eyes are dead and i haven't smiled in years. my alcoholism has aged me an unreasonable amount, and i am just a shell of my former self. my magic power has depleted beyond what seems fixable, and i feel like im slipping away faster as each agonizing day passes. hauntingly beautiful, a ghost even.

it seems i have zoned out through three of the introductions as they are now announcing the second place.

as the crowd roared in excitement, the second place team came out - fairy tail team b. it felt as if the whole world was spinning, as if nothing existed in that moment except for me - and him.

he stood there, next to the pretty white haired girl - mirajane - unscathed and just how he looked 7 years ago. perfect. i felt as a smile bloomed onto my face, tears prickling my eyes. i couldn't hear the deafening roars of the crowd as sabertooth was announced, as my heartbeat seemed to drown them all out. i wanted to run, to run across the stadium into his arms, i wanted to cry about how i missed him, ask where he'd been, i wanted to throw myself into his arms and never leave. but i couldn't, i seemed glued to the spot i was standing, with my eyes glued to him, maybe he didn't recognize me. maybe he chose not to look, but still, he was alive.

a spark seemed to have been relit in me, that fiery spirit and my will to live. my gaze never seemed to leave him, as his eyes finally met mine. i saw how they widened a little in shock as he realized it was me, how his lips curled into a rare smile - not a smirk, but a smile. a geniune smile.

how it ended as quickly as it started, as the teams were dismissed and let to leave, how his guild pulled him away as i couldn't help but smile like a lovestruck fool.

and thats exactly what i was. lovestruck. i loved him and i would forever, the anguish and worry from the past 7 years seeming to lift off my heart. my beloved would be mine again soon, my perfect.

that night, i drank. shamelessly and without a fear, i hadn't touched a drop of alcohol for months, because what if i lost myself to it again? what if i started and couldn't stop? but it was different this time. i drank, not to forget but to celebrate, i drank because i loved him and i refuse to love in fear. i drank because i had a reason to live again, and i drank in celebration, instead of out of habit or to avoid my pain. i was an alcoholic but in those moment, i wasn't. in those moments, i was a 19 year old girl again. a 19 year old girl traveling fiore with the man of my dreams, a girl without a reason to cry. someone so endlessly happy and content.

a euphoric smile lit my features as i stumbled out of our bar, determined to find the one fairy tail was occupying - and after a few block, i settled at the rowdiest bar amongst the 20 i had seen, one with men flying around in barrels.

i entered the building, unnoticed, as i scanned the group for his face.

and there he was, in all his glory - sitting at a table surrounded by his friends.

i stumbled over, tripping over my feet a little, before finally getting to him, slumping myself over him, and wrapping my arm around his neck.

he was clearly less drunk than i was, as he tugged me into his lap, before wrapping me in a tight embrace.

"almost thought you were mad at me for a sec.." he whispered into her ear, as tears filled her eyes. she missed him so so much.

"could never be mad at you.." she replied, as her tears fell and her smile grew.

she heard him murmur an "i'm sorry" as his team seemed to stare in shock a little, his grip on her didnt loosen as he held her to his torso, maybe pulling her away a few times to look at her face and plant a kiss on her cheek.

#laxus dreyar #ft laxus #laxus x reader #fairy tail laxus #fairy tail #laxus dreyar x reader #drabble #oneshot

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seafoamreadings · 8 months

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week of september 3rd, 2023

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: venus in leo finally goes direct, and your creativity and fun start to amp back up. a spark of life returns to your aura. be advised venus is still in "shadow" for a few weeks and some precautions should remain in place for that time, but the fire is being stoked again.

taurus: all in all this is a very auspicious week for taureans, even if jupiter does turn retrograde in your sign. simply be careful not to be overly generous, but also there's no need to be stingy with others nor with yourself. love your inner child, and celebrate the direct motion of venus, your ruling planet.

gemini: although mercury remains retrograde, its conjunction with the sun this week marks a turning point metaphysically and mentally. use that energy to change a neural rut you've carved in your mind, so that you traverse intellectual paths you prefer. you're more neuroplastic than usual.

cancerians: retrograding activity is aboil but it affects you less than many others. the wane of the moon may have your energy a little low but this is easily remedied with good sleep and nutrition. don't skimp on that self care.

leo: venus finally ends her long retrograde in your sign this week! still don't go too wild as there is about a month of a shadow period afterward. but the chaos - or utter crushing boredom as has been the case for some - recedes starting now.

virgo: those who are wise will continue to take mercury retrograde seriously, and you also have a sober ceres transit taking place this week, but even with all that, the money aligns for you all week. try to remember that mercurial money loves to be fluid and in exchange; while you can build wealth, do not hoard.

libra: ceres is at the precipice of leaving your sign to head into scorpio. for you that will be financially nourishing, but this week she's still in your first house and it may be tempting to shell out unnecessary expenses. avoid the temptation. other financial blessings are in place, perhaps a loan or a gift or inheritance come through.

scorpio: your career and/or public image have undoubtedly been a focus all summer. the direct motion of venus brings about one last sweep of those recurring themes. if you feel you've been observed under harsh lighting so to speak, it improves from here, but be sure to integrate and implement the things you've learned through those trials.

sagittarius: your ruling planet jupiter moves retrograde in your 6th house of sacred routines while venus in leo, your 9th house, shifts back to direct motion. the more sacred, holy, and *interesting* you can make this week, the more auspicious it will be for you!

capricorn: the mermaid goats may well be in for a fiery romantic week this week, grounded in that good taurean energy as jupiter turns retrograde. if you don't see it on the horizon already, it's still a great idea to do some art and if paint and pens or a composition are not really your thing, consider how you can turn your life into an artistic expression in itself.

aquarius: venus direct in leo FINALLY means big!! things in your committed relationships, not just the romantic ones but especially those if you have them. the cycle isn't over for another month or so while venus leaves the shadow of that retrograde, but the pace picks up and the fun returns to your seventh house again. remember other people are a reflection of you in so many ways. what have you seen in the mirror since june?

pisces: the period does still have a melancholy tone and some will be panicking over a large number of retrogrades, but for you it's nevertheless an auspicious week. you may feel sad, but no amount of sadness can actually subtract the joy in life. try to make room for both simultaneously. all will be well.

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tomtenadia · 4 months

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Our solstice miracle

@leiawritesstories helooooo I am your secret Santa. Here I am with your present. Turns out that watching the NHL (the game between the Dallas Stars and Nashville predators was live and I had in it the background - neither of them are the team I support but the sound of hockey was perfect for writing) was all I needed. Not a huge story and definitely not a masterpiece but I hope the fluff will give you fuzzy feelings.

It's a Rowaelin as parents, we have Maya being her usual adorable self, lots of cuteness and a very small hint of smut at the very far end.

Merry Christmas and also thanks to @rowaelinscourtfor organising this event.

Aelin loved the solstice. Loved winter and snow. The whole season made her giddy and Terrasen was big on winter since the snow was a permanent feature of the land.

But that year the celebrations had been a little subdued.

Her husband Rowan had gone to work for a month across the sea. He was an aircraft engineer working in the R&D department for a company manufacturing airplanes. He was quite renowned in his field and they had asked for him specifically. He was meant to be back already but the airport in the country he was at the moment, had shut down due to heavy snowstorms.

Aelin had cursed them and complained that they needed to be ready for all sorts of weathers and do not stop her husband from coming home and enjoy the holidays with his family.

She and Maya, their six years old daughter, had called him that morning to wish him a good holiday and Rowan had joked that he was going to suggest an upgrade in planes to be more resilient in heavy snow.

“Mama, can we skate?”

They lived outside Orynth in a huge chalet style house with nature around them and, to their delight, a lake behind the house. Such lake usually froze over around the beginning of November until usually the end of March.

Aelin smiled, the lake had a lot of memories for her and Rowan. He had taught her to skate when they were young and he was a hotshot hockey player at uni. They had their first date on a bench on its banks. He proposed while they lay on the ice and admired the northern lights painting the sky with colours. She had announced him she was pregnant with Maya on a summer day during a walk.

She sighed “yes, baby we can go and skate before it gets dark.”

Maya squealed in delight and ran to her bedroom to grab her skates.

When she came back she had her backpack on her and a pair of small skates in her hands.

Rowan still played hockey in the local amateurs club and loved the more relaxed attitude.

He had the skills to go pro but he was more concentrated on finishing his degree with flying colours and get a good job so, although he had been the captain and he led his team to numerous victories he had no interest of playing hockey professionally. When then he met Aelin, the fiery med student who loved to figure skate occasionally, he knew his heart had been stolen. They fought when they had to share the ice, until they started practicing together.

They both had very demanding degrees but together they faced all the adversities and the stressful exam sessions. They even survived the four months that Rowan spent away for a prestigious work experience after graduation.

Seven years of marriage and this separation of a mere month was taking a toll on her. It was the first solstice apart and she was definitely not a fan.

“Why are you taking elf?”

“Because he wants to see the lake.”

Aelin kneeled near her daughter “Maya, leave elf home, you don’t want risk losing him, do you?”

“No mama.” The little girl removed the toy from the bag and placed him on the sofa telling him that she would be back soon.

Maya loved that stuffed elf. Rowan’s mum had gifted it to her when she was one and they had been inseparable.

“I am ready.”

Aelin got ready and made sure her daughter was all wrapped up.

“Do you want to take your stick?”

Maya had of course grown up surrounded by hockey. It was a religion in Terrasen and with her grandad being a famous THL player and her dad a keen player, it was bound to happen that she’d be obsessed too. She had just started her basic hockey lessons and going to games was a family tradition. Having Aelin’s father as a living legend it was enough to grant them great seats most of the home games and a lot of meet and greet with players.

“Yes mama, I need to practice and show dad I am good.”

Aelin smiled and grabbed the equipment and then left the house and headed to the lake.

The scene in front of them was stunning. The sky was a stunning deep blue and the air was crispy with temperatures at a mild -2C. Well, mild for Orynth standards.

At the bench Aelin sat her daughter down and helped her changing into her skates. Maya was still learning to tie her shoes so Aelin did it for her “now, wait for mum to change too and we are going, okay?”

“Mama, will you dance for me?”

Aelin smiled. Once, during a family outing Rowan had pushed Aelin to show their daughter some of her skills. It took some convincing but Aelin managed to re enact some of her routines. She had been in the figure skating team at uni but never had the time to take it seriously. Med school did not agree with extracurriculars. She loved skating and with time it had become a way to relax after a stressful day.

Together they reached the middle of the lake and Maya sat down on the ice, her heavy snow trousers keeping her warm and dry.

While keeping an eye on Maya Aelin did a loop while gathering speed. She pulled up her leg and spun quickly, listening to Maya giggle and cheer her on and when she was sure she had enough speed Aelin moved her body in position and executed a toe loop jump. A big smile painted on her face as she landed and with that boost of confidence she did another loop gathering momentum for a Salchow.

Maya whooped in the background and Aelin skated back to her daughter “did you like that?”

“Yes mama, you are so pretty.”

Aelin never really learned the other more complicated jumps. She could land a decent Lutz but never had the time to learn something like an Axel. She knew the theory but never tried it.

Maya got up “mama, me too.”

Aelin laughed and took time to show Maya what to do. While her daughter was busy trying to jump, Aelin snapped a few pictures of her and sent them to Rowan We are at the lake and we miss you deeply. It’s not the same without you.

His answer came very quickly I miss you madly too. The hotel offers very little in terms of entertainment and people here cannot deal with the snow.

Aelin sighed and started at the background of her phone where she had a picture of Rowan and Maya.

“Come on muffin, play with mum.”

Aelin extracted a puck from her backpack and collected her stick from the ice. Maya got ready too and as soon as the black disc was on the ice, Maya sprung forward and grabbed it.

Aelin was speechless. Maya had definitely inherited her father’s skills on the ice.

“Mama look.” She skated away and pretended to score in an imaginary net. Aelin burst out laughing and move forward towards her daughter and then stole the puck “it’s mine.”

Maya groaned in a way that sounded a lot like her father when he was frustrated and started give chase to her mother.

Not long after, both girls were splayed on the ice laughing while Aelin kissed her daughter on her rosey cheeks.

“Fine, munchkin, you are a better skater.”

“Can I tell dad?”

“Of course, my love.”

The sun had started to fall at the horizon and Aelin was about to tell Maya it was time to go home, when a tall figure appeared at the edge of the woods.

She would recognise that silhouette everywhere. But it was not possible. Rowan was far away, stuck in a foreign land away from them. He had texted her a few hours ago. Surely she was dreaming.

He stopped to change into his skates and then moved towards them.

“Dada.” Maya screamed and put all her strength into skating to her father.

Rowan met her halfway and lifted the girl in his arms “dada, you are back.”

“Yes, my love, I really could not stay away anymore from you and your mum.”

“Did you miss me?“ her face snuggled in the crook of his neck.

Rowan’s gaze found his wife’s and smiled “I did. So very much.”

Aelin moved closer and a sob erupted from her lips and once she was in his arms she melted against him, inhaling his scent of pine and snow that always made her feel at home.

For a time that seemed endless they remained like that, Rowan with his arm around Aelin’s waist and Maya sandwiched in-between her parents.

“Ro, not that I am complaining but how?”

He chuckled “one of the guys stuck with us is ex airforce. He got tired of being away from his family so, with the help of the big boss of the company we managed to get a private jet organised and have clearance. He flew us home safely. The storm had abated, it was just the airport which was in bad condition.”

“Well, we need to buy a few drinks to this colleague.”

Rowan laughed and deposited a kiss on Maya’s head “I guess I just have to beg your dad for a few extra VIP hockey tickets.”

Aelin kissed her husband “all you want, hotshot.”

“Dada, will you play with me?”

Rowan placed his daughter on the ice and grabbed the stick Aelin passed him “come on muffin, show me what you have got.”

Aelin moved to the bench and changed back in her shoes while admiring father and daughter play.

Later on that night, after Maya was cozy in her bed and asleep after an intensive round of storytelling from her dad, Rowan joined his wife in bed.

Aelin placed the book on the nightstand “how many?”

“Five stories.”

“She missed you, Ro.”

Aelin pulled her husband closer “She is not the only one,” he added while snuggling closer.

His lips found her and devoured her mouth in an hungry and avid kiss “next time, we are meeting here and we’ll teach them something about winter flying.”

Aelin chuckled as her hand sneaked into his boxers “now, dear husband, show me just how much you missed your wife.”

Rowan growled as he pulled the t-shirt off her and his mouth closed to a hard nipple.

“Ro?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Maybe tonight we can work on making Maya a big sister?”

His head lifted and his green eyes lit up in joy and the statement “oh well then, you know I love a good challenge.”

“Then get to work, old man.”

Rowan laughed and caged his wife in his arms.

After a month away, being back with his family was all the solstice miracle he needed.

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masterofdemise · 4 months

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"We'll just see about that."

Yes, as you can tell, I enjoy drawing Pluto in fiery scenes, especially with Vermillion Vows. This started off as a sketch redraw and then, as per usual, I got very carried away. At least in my timezone, this will be my last posted piece of 2023 so cheers!

This is during his fight with Tamamo-Fifionne, where the two challenge each other to a fight. I cannot begin to describe the significance of Pluto and Fifionne's battle against each other in Nasu. Their parallels, as well as their divergences are all on display. While their ideologies and attitudes towards the world are not so dissimilar, the two fight for entirely different purposes. Fifionne is much like the Pluto of the past, the destruction of Nasu only being one small step in her plan to inflict ruin on the rest of Japan. Pluto on the other hand, is here to move on and atone for his past. Fifionne, as she stands, is not just a reflection, but a reminder. He was sent here was to knock sense into the fox girl before others got hurt. Although he could allow pride to get the better of him, would that really make things better? Would it just be more fuel to the flame? Would he have been any different from his past self? What stands in front of him, is not so far from what he was before. Unlike him however, he knows it is not too late for her. Even if he believes himself as far beyond salvation, Fifionne still has a chance.

You're not here to win a fight, you're here to stop the past from repeating itself.

There is SO much I can talk about when it comes to both Pluto and Fifionne, but I would ramble on for way too long and I already just did that. I have thought a lot about the battle between the two, as well as their interactions after everything. God there is so much about Vermillion Vows that I could talk about for days on end.

Here is the original screenshot that I used as a reference for this drawing:

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sirianasims · 4 months

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Samuel stopped visiting us. I spoke to Kailani, but we agreed to let them figure it out themselves. Still, it was hard to watch. Freya wasn’t at all her usual, fiery self.

She had always had quite the temper. I stubbornly claimed that she must have gotten it from Katherine, but I knew that my own temper had been terrible as well, at least before I learned to control it.

It wasn’t too bad when she was younger, but the older she got, the worse her tantrums had become. Like Katherine, she could be glorious in her fury if she felt that something was unfair. But after losing her friendship with Samuel, she became despondent.

Normally, I’d be happy that my teenage daughter was this easy to get along with, but Freya’s lack of snarky comebacks was worrying. She never argued with me, but she also never laughed.

She barely even smiled, except when spending time with either Grace, our boxer, Daisy, or the new cat, Turtle.

The house had felt too empty with just old Mimi left, so we had gotten them to replace Cooper and Zoe.

I knew from experience how helpful pets could be when everything seemed hard to deal with, so I was glad that Freya had bonded so quickly with Daisy, but I was still starting to get worried. Maybe she had inherited my tendency towards depressive episodes? Something needed to change.

“I’m going to bed, goodnight.”

“Freya, I know that you don’t want to talk about it, but I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine, dad. Just leave me alone.”

“OK, fine, I get that you don’t want to talk to me, but do you want to talk to your mother, then? Maybe go visit her for a while?”

She turned on me, her voice suddenly dripping with bitterness.

“Oh, so you can once again get rid of me when I’m too much trouble? Like mom did so she could be alone while fucking Conrad? Or like you did when I was little so you could fuck, well, everyone?”

For a moment, I was speechless. Shock, anger and shame were all fighting to take the lead.

“Freya, what the…”

She wiped her eyes and started turning away.

Anger won.

“FREYA! YOU WILL STAY THE FUCK HERE UNTIL I’M DONE TALKING TO YOU!”

She froze, her eyes wide. I had never yelled at her like that before.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. Then I spoke through gritted teeth.

“Talk to me. Now.“

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Freya glared at a spot on the floor, blinking away tears.

I took another deep breath. I felt the connection to my daughter floating in the air like a faint line, thin as a hair.

One wrong move from either of us and it could snap.

My anger dissipated.

“Freya, honey, that was out of line. And so was I. I’m sorry for yelling. You need to tell me what is going on, because I am trying to help you. Why would you think I could ever want to get rid of you?”

And then, finally, she started talking. About how I had never wanted her in the first place, that she was an accident. How she had ruined my life and how no one could ever love her.

Everyone just kept leaving her – me, her mother, Samuel.

I was devastated. I tried to sort through all the half-truths and misunderstandings, to explain to her how loved she was. I explained that I had to let her go when she was little because I was being a terrible father, and how happy I had been when she moved back in four years ago.

I wanted to be completely honest with her. I told her how much I was struggling during the first seven years of her life. With depression, with alcohol. How I had been trying to run away, not from her but from myself, from the guilt of feeling inadequate as her father.

She was quiet through it all, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

“Freya. I love you and Gracie more than anything. You girls are my life. And you were there first. I’m sorry that I wasn’t ready when you arrived, but that was not your fault. Your mother and I made a lot of mistakes, but you are the one thing we ever got right. I’ve done my best to catch up, to be the dad you deserve -“

I stopped, my voice breaking.

Freya stepped closer and clung to me like she was drowning. I held her tight.

“I love you, monkey. Forever and always.”

“I love you too, dad.”

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Clips from the videos I recently linked to.

Out of all the main characters, Nomura and Oka's writing in Kingdom Hearts III (and the preceding Dream Drop Distance + 0.2 Birth by Sleep for that matter) significantly derailed five of them, four of whom the video above discusses and the other whom I'll bring up myself.

Axel then: A deeply selfish guy whose pursuit of his own agenda above all else puts him into conflict with others, even his own friends. Has a fiery (heh) side but is usually cool and collected, with a dry, sarcastic sense of humor, and is very smart and calculating.

Axel now: Honestly still selfish but in a bratty petulant way rather than a mature interesting way, and the narrative pretends like this isn't the case and portrays him as this great guy and wonderful friend. He's also hot-headed dumbass whose style of humor is more "wacky", based in catchphrases and self-aware jokes. Yes, I'm aware he has a heart now, but that explaining the difference doesn't work when the series is now claiming he had a heart all along as a Nobody anyway! If Lea's gonna call himself "Axel", he oughta resemble him more!

Kairi then: Spunky and sassy. Prone to reckless actions due to following her heart without thinking. Will fight to the teeth against any enemy trying to chain her down and will always use her agency every chance she gets, even if it's simply sending a letter. While she obviously loves Sora, she cares deeply for others too and does all she can to help them.

Kairi now: Meek and polite, a "Yamato nadeshiko" type. Frantic and self-doubting, to the point of freezing up in combat. Greatest contribution is "believing really hard" rather than doing anything, and who will write a flowery love letter for the sake of it but never send it. Her care for others is de-emphasized in favor of her love for Sora, even though he barely if ever thinks or talks about her when she isn't right in front of him, making her look pathetic.

Riku then: Starts out as a rude, arrogant jerk who uses darkness and falls prey to it, ends up a still rude but humbled and considerate guy who overcomes his darkness and turns it into a unique power of twilight. At peace with following his heart more ("which is Sora-esque").

Riku now: Totally polite, nigh-infallible hero who just uses plain darkness, not twilight, without consequence. Acts like a dull stick in the mud who barely shows emotion from the heart.

Sora then: Just a regular kid/teenager. Could be kind of a dumbass but not to the point of chronic idiocy that's always being made fun of. Reacted proportionately to events around him and was prone to bouts of depression that he covers up with his usual cheerful attitude.

Sora now: More childish than he should be at his age. Stereotypical shonen Idiot Hero, to the point of everyone making fun of him for it. Reacts over-the-top and excited to everything, is seldom if ever depressed about anything short of people dying. "Weak" yet OP all at once.

Ansem, Seeker of Darkness then: Profoundly arrogant in order to cover for his insecurities. Feels as though everything he does is justified. Cares for no-one but himself + darkness.

Ansem, Seeker of Darkness now: Will openly admit to his insecurities and stow his pride. Knows and acknowledges what he does as evil. Apparently cares for "Subject X", and Riku to a degree, plus chides Ansem the Wise for his cold treatment of others. Seems on board with Xehanort's plan which evidently is meant to safeguard the worlds against darkness.

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—Character Study (Part 2)

Click here to check out part one - Amelia Parker

— Stella Strange 📞

Warning: There is some sadness, death, miscarriage, bullying, and etc. in her life. Don’t like, don’t read or just skip a few parts. :-)

Full Name: Estella Sophia Romano-Strange

Nicknames: Stella, Ella, Elle, Dr Romano, Cruella, Miss Strange

Date of birth: May 27, 1988

Nationally: America

Ethnicity: Half Latina - Puerto Rican with a mix of Columbian in her family.

Place of Origin: Manhattan, New York

Age depending on the year: 26–32

Gender: Female

Height: 5’4

Sexuality if anyone cares: Straight

Specie: Human with some magic

Jobs: Doctor, Hairdresser, Baker and Mom (cause being a parent is a full time-job!)

Any Heath Conditions & such: Estella has stress, anxiety and struggles with her self image a lot. She also has Tremor, which is a neurological disorder that causes shaking movements in one or more parts of your body, most often in your hands. It’s usually triggered by her stress, hate, anger, certain events and etc.

Relationship status: Has been engaged before and dated in the past but never was truly joyful. Currently she’s in a pretty nice stable relationship (2015- now 2018)

The Family

Dad: Stephen Strange 🩺

Mom: Elizabeth Romano 🧁

Brother: Leonardo Romano-Strange 📖

Half Brother: Thiego Carlos Strange 🪄

~~~~

Early Years 🗽

Estella grow up in a household that leaned towards both American and Latin America. She loved being able to embrace both cultures every once in a while. She loved being Puerto Rican because it allowed for plenty of opportunities in the future!

Estella grow up eating plenty of meals, listens to different music and dancing Salsa and Bachata, exploring the streets of Washington Heights with her brother, visiting her country once or twice and much more. The girl enjoyed it a lot!

She learned English first with her brother Leo, since her mother feared that with Spanish, they will get make fun of like she was or possibly get confused a lot. When in reality it could’ve help a lot. Elizabeth and Stephen didn’t care at the time, as long as they were happy and healthy, and they were for the most part.

As years went on, the parents became more busy with work and life. Once Estella’s teenage years hit, she was mad fun of a lot. Due to her stress, height, looks, being her in brother’s shadow cause she wasn’t as smart as him and her anxiety levels not allowing for her socialize every often.

It even went far to be bullied for how she looked and it’s something she still faces. Estella knew she’s Puerto Rican and be proud of it when she possibly can, but outside of her home, she wasn’t showed the respect for it. Because to the world, she wasn’t the true Latina...

They had no respect because she was Half Latina. It was stupid. They told Stella to her face, that her mother married a white man for privilege reasons.

Saying that she had a lighter skin tone and a more of “America accent”, that her fizzy curly hair was a mess, bullying for not knowing Spanish that well has peers, quizzing the poor girl to see if she “knows her stuff”, not having the curves and or fiery stereotypical passion one would have. The list went on!

She was faced with being too latino for her America friends and too white for Hispanic ones. Every time she had to fill out paperwork or was asked her nationally or background, it felt like it always a battle to prove herself. It wasn’t really acceptable back then, and sometimes she stay late nights crying because of the simple fact that she didn’t fit into society’s eye of being Latina.

What made it worse was that no one helped truly helped. Her parents were busy. Leo was always off doing his own thing, being a lawyer, going on dates and or trying to one up his little sisters in academics, cause for a lot of men in the world, you were always fine.

But for a woman of her background, it was always a consent fight! When she tried to play it off cool or snarky slightly rude comments to protect herself, she ended up with the rude nickname Cruella.

It made her feel worse, wanting to change herself. So in result, Estella stayed having to try and prove her worth. Academically and ethically. She wasn’t the smartest one her classes or the one brightest for certain activities because her stress and anxiety would take over. But she always good with people! So she tried studying harder and grow her network with people in the city. Estella worked at her Tia’s Hair Salon, spending afternoons studying and grew her connects with everyone she met at that very salon.

She loved it for the most part, but Estella’s parents said she needed a strong career that would pay the bills and she wanted to help people. Estella was so focused on making parents proud, she would later on forget to actually make herself happy and proud! Never got a moment to actually fully love herself, putting that aside to go into the medical field.

~~~

Doctor Love Years 🥼

Estella Romano Strange decide to go into the medical field, to help people, make families smile and explore her surroundings. It took years of studying, stressful nights and choosing which filed to go into, finally focusing on GENERAL, while also dabbling in PEDS and OB/GYN. Because she loved children, especially the new parents faces when they meet their babies. It was a always sight to see.

Yes, she was once again in another family member’s shadow, not just her brother. Her father’s shadow, because he was a genius Nero-Surgeon who tend to sometime use magic to heal as the years went on. Always being recognized because of her dad or being told off, because of something else that happened.

It annoyed the hell out of her, sometimes being taken advantage as well by doctors, nurse and even by patents. At least she had her moments because of some peers actually were nice people, helping each other and of course seeing the babies in the NICU.

One day after a long night shift in late 2011, the paramedic's wheeled in a blonde man who was injured after saving a few families during a fire. It was pretty brave of him, Stella along with a few doctors took care of him quickly.

Her and the others worked fast on getting him cleaned up and stitched up, knowing they would have to keep him 2 days or so. It was a rush, that made her feel like a hero..

The blonde man was asleep and woke up in a hospital bed confused with a headache, seeing his arms wrapped in bandages. His vision was a little blurry as he pressed a button to alert the doctors. One of doctors, Dr. Ross, made Stella on call to check on him for rounds. Estella walked in with her low bun and blue scrubs, having removed her white coat earlier that day due to the heat of the hospital.

“Hi.” She said softly, putting her clipboard on the bench and check up on her patent’s vials, “How are you feeling?”

It took the blue eyed blonde man a moment to speak, “I’m alright..I think?”

“Headache?”

“Yeah..”

“Thought so, we’ll get you meds for that.”

“..what happened?”

He watched Dr. Romano take a seat nearby a stool to explain to him, that he was hero saving those people from the fire. His eyes watched the way she pushed her brown hair back, her sweetly gentle smile and the ways her eyes wondered every so often retelling the tale. He found it cute and said, “I was a hero?”

“Yeah, you were.” She replied with a smile, “Do you remember you name and anything related?”

“Riley..Overstreet. Riley Overstreet.”

She smiled, watching the way he made a silly face, as if it was obvious that he knew what his name was. His blonde hair was long and messy, his soft blue eyes wondered around the room trying to figure out what to say next.

“Good. Okay good, why were you saving those people? Is that job? Sounds cool..” She asked with a soft smile.

Riley chuckled, “I was a firefighter but I decide to go into the Air Force. I was supposed to meet a friend of mine but got distracted with the fire..”

“We tried contacting yours closes contact, no one answered..but someone named Sam Wilson picked up and said he will be here shortly.”

“That’s my wingman, Sam. Yeah, he’s a friend..”

“Okay good.”

Estella got up and got him the medication, examining his wounds and cleaning up a few bandages. She smiled and enjoying how nice he during the whole process, she found him adorable and charming. Riley watched in glee on being taken care of so well, finding her sweet and cute. “What’s your name?” He spilled out blushing and grinning softly.

“Huh?” She said, before leaving the room as it hit her blushing, “Oh! Sorry I forgot that about that..”

“It’s alright, I couldn’t read your name on the clipboard so...”

“Doctor Estella Romano..Strange..?”

“Sorry to a bit sound rude but..you don’t like your name very much, do you?”

“Not at all..not really...but you know how you never get a choice for that..”

“I like it.”

Riley had a small smile on his face thinking of a nickname or two for the doctor who helped saved him. Then he said, “Stella..Ella..”

“Ella?” She asked repeating the nickname, liking that it was simple and cute.

“Yeah..Dr. Ella.”

“Okay..Lt. Riley “Timeless” Overstreet..I like Riri..”

She walked out with a smile as he played against the pillow with a goofy grin. Little did Stella know, she just get her angel that day. Riley was a blushing happy guy with a love for music, determined, caring, fearless, friendly, easy on the eyes and saw the person for their true colors. The light inside of them, the good in their eyes.

When Sam Wilson, The Falcon, came in see his friend, he met Stella and soon enough started a friendship with her while he was there. The two grew close over a week of seeing each other in the hospital. He took her out to brunch after seeing Riley.

Sooner or later, Sam noticed the look on Riley’s face and encouraged him to ask Stella out. And ofc course, she said yes to that date.

-> We love and fall but we eventually get back up again.

The two dated for a very long time. Date nights, morning cuddles, gifts, walks on the beach, jumping out of a airplane together, meeting the parents, having fun with Sam and the list goes on. Riley made Stella feel loved, smart and way smarter than she seem. Stella made Riley feel brave, loved and as if he was on top of the world. Most of all they were comforting each other, til the end of the line.

They fought and made up, that’s normal part of being a couple. And, of course Riley had long deployments but they made it work perfectly, and one day after he returned home..he proposed.

And Stella said, yes. The two planned on good size wedding with Sam being there as Best Man, buying a huge house with a dog, a piano and guitar in the living room, and a move up in their careers.

Then the fallout happened...

--> Warning some sadness, mention of miscarriage & death

They found that Stella was pregnant, they were happy, brought toys, clothes and planning everything out. Sam, Leo and both of their parents were excited! But she miscarried after a few weeks or more, she blamed herself crying into Riley’s arms for weeks.

They both cried. Riley didn’t blame her or anything, he didn’t put the blame on anyone. He knew what it felt to lose a loved one and it hurt losing a child, but life happens. He loved his soon-to-be-wife and knew they can try again one day and or adopt a child.

They got better and felt a lot stronger, yes it still hurt at times but had each other’s backs.

It was good until Sam and Riley went on another deployment. And only one one of them came back...Riley was a pararescueman working with the 58th rescue squadron alongside with Sam Wilson until he was tragically killed during a mission. Sam lost his wingman and best friend, while Stella got lost her soon-to-be-husband that day...the two grew closer as they could over that lose. They were heartbroken but rise up again soon enough even if it still hurt sometimes.

Months past, she still had episodes where she fell horrible and cried. She didn’t even go to therapy as much as Sam and her mother, tried to push her to go. She only went to two session then never returned back to the office. Stella pushed a lot it down and kept working at the hospital, becoming cruel, sad and a bit mean in the process..

The years that changed her life forever 💥

Time past, 2014 hit. Everything was fine, the family was working around the clock and disagreed on plenty of things, even if they seemed to be perfectly fine. They still loved each other, but one night flipping everything upside down. Stephen Strange and his family were invited to a party nearby one of the highest hills on New York City to wine and dine, to even see him possibly win an award.

So they went, Leo was excited meanwhile Stella was overthinking it all but their mother settled both children down. At the party, they met The Felton family, Miss Rochelle Felton caught the siblings eye, mostly Leo’s as the pair spoke on the balcony for a while. Stella stayed chatting with her mother and or Rochelle’s adopted mother, who critiqued strongly the girl, asked confusing questions that annoyed her and or completely complimented her outfit. She looked over shoulder to see her mother and father on the dance floor most of the night.

Stephen had to leave early due to issue at The Hospital and to meet a friend of his (Wong). Elizabeth decided afterwards that they should head home as well, Leo tossed his little sister the keys to the other car and the three drove off. The siblings sat in the front discussing that party, their social life and their careers as their mother stop them, they settled down a bit. The radio was also playing, everything seemed alright as a strange feeling hit Stella but before she can voice her concerns, a huge truck came out of nowhere…

The truck crashed into their car, sending them off course and into the large lake nearby, the impact was so bad it left the family unconscious in a state of pain and sorrow. Cuts, bruises, glass, gashes and more laced the trio’s bodies. Sadly the impact of the accident occurred in a matter of minutes, it must’ve been hours until they were found and taken to the hospital. One only heart stayed beating and broke that night…

—> Warning: Some sadness, a bit depression mentioned, no self esteem, injures and lose

Stella wake up the next morning in a hospital bed in confusion, pain and tears. She was told everything by the doctors and nurses, that she was the only one that sadly survived the crash, that her heart rate dropped plenty of times and they almost lost her but due to a miracle she lived to see another day. Her injuries were damaging mainly to her hands and arms. The girl sobbed wishing it was her brother and mother that survived, not her. She wished they didn’t go to that party in the first place but it was too late…

She fell once again into a state of madness, high anxiety and misery, a bit depressed more often then not. Stephen comforted his daughter when he wasn’t working and noticed her self esteem downgraded. Stella’s self image fell down a rabbit hole, while attending some physical therapy for her hands.

A few surgeries, some physical therapy appointments and self esteem issues grew. Every time, Stella thought she was getting better, she fell a few steps back. Time past and she stopped going, she got annoyed..

Sam arrived in New York, before leaving for Washington D.C. and spoke to her. He held her and gave her as much encouragement and comfort that she needed.

His last words were to keep fighting because everything happens for a reason, whether we know it or not.

And that’s exactly what Estella needed cause that night, she left her house after less than a few weeks of being alone, finding Wong and a few other sorcerers to try and heal herself.

Due to Stella being a time crunch, wanting to return back home in time to back to her life and be alongside the only family she had left, she didn’t waste much time. She spent time, effort and pain training to work up her strength. Pushing herself despite Wong’s best efforts to watch her heath, she eventually listened to him as her hands very slowly healed, scars closing but plenty of cuts remained as she trained with him.

Eventually Estella discovered a few rooms in The Sanctum Sanctorum, that peaked her interest and Wong told her stories about them. The girl was in awe, she even smiled a bit after plenty weeks of frowns. Estella had ideas but kept them to herself for the time being. After a couple of nights, she seemed much better health wise to say the least but still closed off. Stephen noticed sitting down across from her, “You need to get out.”

“Wait what? Why?” Stella said practiced a mini trick using a few pin pong balls.

“You need friends, a life outside these four walls.”

“No I don’t, I have you and your buddy, Wong...besides, my only friend is working and the others never existed.”

“I’m serious, Estella. You need to get out of here, find a few things to do, explore the city, fall in love again and-”

“Daddy, no. I don’t want to! My life after that night fell over, my career is down the drain, my fiancé less than died a year ago, the city bores me, my hands are…and...I hate how I look, feel now..”

Stephen kneeled down wiping his daughter’s fallen tears and kisses her forehead, noticing how she hide her face, arms and hands. Her self esteem wasn’t the same and she needed a change.

“My daughter is smart, kind and beautiful. I’m sorry for everything that has happened. You deserve to be happy and explore your surroundings.” He said softly.

“But I..what if I hate it?” She asked.

“You won’t.”

“And what about..”

Before she had a second to even finished her sentence, a portal opened behind her chair, pushing her out and into the streets of Washington DC. She tried opening the previous portal but it was locked and she realized she forgot her ring. “Damn it!” She yelled, then walked down the streets mumbling, “..I've haven’t here in a while..”

~~~~~~

With time, she found herself at SHIELD headquarters, meeting Maria Hill, Agent Parker and a few other faces. Estella met The Avengers one by one, finding herself introduced to The Young Avengers at the time. She grew fond of all them, keeping to herself.

Over the weeks, she grew friendships with the older Avengers. Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, and Steve. Thor was off world. She was able to use her skills to the test discovering Rochelle’s mutation with Nat, training with the group, meeting Sam again, discovering The Winter Solider and fight Hydra.

~~~~~

A lot happened, they all moved to New York City remodeling Avengers Tower, growing together as a family. They made friends along the way, love was in the air, they lost a few members and gains some new ones. Especially Stella.

It was during the late summer after getting settled in The Tower, she tried to return back to work as a doctor. Even if she lost plenty of strength with her time off and recking her life’s work in the fire during her depressive episodes, yet she deicide to return. Everything was good until a week later she met him.

Her half brother. Thiego Carlos Strange.

Neither one of the siblings knew that they existed due to Stephen not wanting anyone to know. Until Melissa Wallace spited out the facts. She wondered if her mother knew or was it before her parents got together? Stella wouldn’t get that answer and for some reason, she wasn’t mad at Thiego. Upset with not knowing earlier, hell yes but mad? No. You can’t blame the children for their parents wrong doings. She just needed time and with that time, she grew to truly love her brother. She became his number one fan and loving but annoying little sister.

Stella noticed how careful, protective, humorous and curious her brother was toward a lot of people. She saw how much Thiego looked like their father depending one how he act, other times she spotted differences.

The girl was very closed off, questioning herself and considering a lot things during that time in her life, but around Thiego she felt, safe and loved, she returned it whenever she could! They encouraged one another as well.

No one was fighting for attention, running off to do something else, proving who’s the better sibling and such like her relationship with Leo was. Yeah sure Thiego and Stella argue, become annoyed and get into trouble that’s normal sibling do.

Remember when I talked about The Older Avengers becoming like family to her as well? Well at first glance you wouldn’t think it but she grew a close relationship with some of them.

She grew closer to mostly the girls. Rochelle, Liane, Amelia, Luna, Hill and Natasha became very good friends with her. Eventually so would Cassie, with the young girl seeing her not just as a friend but a mother figure. They all grew together as people when the time came, learning and showing one another a few things.

Another being Bruce Banner, she adored how he worked, so focused and gentle, the love he has in his heart, the perfect level of patience and his humor was just as great. Honestly Estella was inspired to be like him in some way.

Love Again? 💞

Like any grieving person in society, it hurts like hell, you feel empty and like you lost a part of you. Well that’s how Stella felt after her fiancé and half of her family died, it left her heartbroken. It felt like one thing fell on top of the next, the memories are sometimes still fresh in her mind depending on the day or dream like state she would be in…

Until Stephen push her though that portal to where she meet The Avengers young and old. Like I said beforehand, Stella’s heart softened around them and eventually started letting her guard down as time went on. As from her friendship and family she made, her heart wasn’t still emotionally involved when it came to romance of it.

Estella Romano didn’t care for it or didn’t even tried searching knowing nothing will truly replace her former lover, until certain blonde and brunette came along. Steve Rogers and Logan Howlett.

Firstly she met Steven Grant Rogers week one of her trip of Washington D.C. back in 2014. Within the second half of that same week, she found herself opening up to a man that she didn’t think twice of. She didn’t care for Steve Rogers one bit thinking he was some blonde patriot cheeky smile and a strong history if she wasn’t prepared to learn about. Oh sure he was hella cute, she would give him that but she saw Steve as a friend just like Sam. They got along very nicely, two were practically near each other’s eye-line every once in a while and talked for more than a hour together each day.

Eventually within time feelings towards each other started to grow. She was smile brightly, laugh at some of his jokes and tease him every chance she got. Rogers made her feel safe, loved and there was someone looking out for every once in a while. For Steve, it’s like he was given a second chance to be happy, he felt cared for and drawn to her like he wanted to keep her, loved from this horrible world. but sadly the two were so dumb and afraid to notice what everyone else was saying. Until one night…

Stella set a promise to help Steve find Bucky with Sam’s help. Sam decided to searched in other locations and then headed home to rest, however the two decided to stay up instead. The two were in the lower level of The Tower alone, it was dark inside the room and the only light was the computer as they tried finding the locations.

Steve was pacing the room as the pair talked frustrated and annoyed. Eventually he sat down next to her, resting his hands on the table and said, “We spend days doing it Sam’s way…we can just do it the old fashion way of searching for someone instead..”

Stella was typing away and hushed him, “Shhh I’m working, it settling..it say he’s in New York now, so he’s close.”

“Okay, he can be anywhere..I’m sorry, it’s just—I’m just inpatient. I spent weeks searching for a friend who I thought died, i just want to make sure he’s alright…”

“I get it that you’re impatient about this and so am I gonna tell you right now you’re gonna see him again. I know how it is, to lose someone you love very much..or to just worry that you’re not gonna see him again. But you’re given a second chance here.”

He smiled at her kind words. Being a soldier, I’m going for one fight to the next, sometimes he can get very impatient and needs someone to keep him grounded at times. Steve couldn’t be happier with Stella and Sam’s help with finding his friend, the man couldn’t thank them enough. Moments like this, he didn’t see the same Stella who’s either annoyed and worried about a situation. The blue light from the computer screen and the gentle rain outside made her look calm, understanding and focused on the task at hand.

She looked over at him every now and then smiling softly as they discuss the possibilities of the circumstances their in. The woman could be doing so many things at the moment and procrastinate her work, but instead she decided to help him out. Stella didn’t see the uptight and confused super soldier but instead a gentle man who just wanted to see his old buddy again. He was seemed relaxed, understanding and clearly agreeing to the tasks but his muscles were tensed, underneath everything Steve Rogers was just a simple guy who wanted to do the right things.

—

It was getting late and the two were getting tired, but it can definitely be shown on their faces how determined they really.

Stella kept searching up the location of where The Winter Solider could be until she find it. She grinned and said, “Oh my god-I got it! I got his location. We got it.”

“Really?!” Steve sat up after reading the files to see the pin on Bucky and smiles* “You really did find him..wow! This is-this is..”

His epic excitement, relief and pride washed over him, Steve Rogers didn’t think as leaned down and press his lips onto hers. It was a a shock and she hesitated for a quick moment then smiled pecking his lips. It lasted a couple of seconds before breaks off the kiss.

“W-what was that for..?” Stella asked taking a breath, noticing a light lipstick stain on his lip. She felt a rush within her, blushing a bright rosy red, very embarrassed.

Steve chuckled and blushed embarrassed. He hesitated realizing what happened and simply shrugged, “I-I don’t know..just overwhelmed with all these emotions…I’m sorry.”

“N-no, it’s alright, I get it. But uh, we’re not gonna make this a thing right?”

“What? No! No, I wouldn’t dream it off. It just happened, right? Unless you..”

“Unless I feel like..you know what towards you? That’s ridiculous, it just happened..”

“We should uh, forwarded this to Sam..”

“Y-yeah! Exactly then straight to bed...s-separate rooms and stuff..my bad. Was that your first kiss since 1940s?”

“Not exactly no, I kissed Natasha for a mission once but I wouldn’t count it truly. Was I your first kiss since 2012?”

“..maybe? I mean, I went on a date or two, but it wasn’t anything major.“

Steve smiled softly and nodded, slightly blushing a bit however thankfully to the darkness of the room, no one can see. Stella chuckled softly and blushed a bit forwarding the email to Sam. Afterwards the two headed upstairs agreeing that the kiss mean nothing else but purely tiredness and excitement from getting one step closer to the case. Because it was nothing.

Time went on, fighting robots, aliens and plenty of other stuff. Domestic life with The Avengers, plenty of their friends noticed the way they slowly became closer and how life was flipped upside down. Thiego HATED that Cap looked at his sister sometimes, Stella joked that he wanted to date him as he would roll his eye jokingly. No one was good enough for his sister!

Steve went on to date Sharon Carter, while Stella had a short lived relationship with James Logan Howlett. The two met at a bar one night and hit it off rather quickly, seeming to having a mutual understanding of the past, present and future. Just wanting a break from it all and live in the moment.

Logan was the bad guy in a leather jacket and bad reputation with a kind heart and complicated life. Behind the rage and stubbornness, she saw a man running around and trying to figure out his life. Logan saw something in her, a woman with too much patience and some cruelty within her from being put down in the past.

The two would go on dates by meeting up at the park, drinking and partying a bit, cuddles in bed and late night talks. Nothing serious, more or less causal.

It was funny actually, the same time Stella was dating Logan Howlett, her brother Thiego dating Scott Summers. When the siblings and their friends found out, it was hilarious and awkward for everyone. But like i said, it was short lived as Logan admitted to cheated on Stella as she returned home in tears. Thiego comforted her saying she didn’t need a man and should try to focus once again on her studies.

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Time kept moving forwarded, Stella forgot about trying to search for love once again and return to studying, being in the medical field. Steve ended his relationship with Sharon Carter, deciding to stay as friends, focusing on The Avengers and his works at the super solider leader.

The two grew up a bit as people, comforting each other when the worse hit, fighting aliens, supernatural beings, robots. Hell, even The government officials and SHIELD when The Accords hit on everyone. Maria Hill caused The Avengers to pick a side, it broke them apart. Steve and a few others refused to sign the paperwork ending up on the run from SHIELD. Stella signed the paperwork to cover Team Cap’s ass and provide them from being caught.

Steve and Stella fought long and hard over The Accords, the placement of the team and the reason behind everything. A few kisses were stolen and screams were heard. Team Cap ran and hide, while Team Iron Man search and ran themselves into tunnels becoming separated from each other. They all missed each other, noticing how everyone fell and practically almost killed themselves to prove who’s right.

Eventually The Avengers and SHIELD found out who was truly behind all of this mess however, it wasn’t the same after that. People grew apart, families cried, betrayal between friends, couples broke up while also stayed together. Slowly everyone got better, it hurt but they got there.

He found her one morning in the elevator after not seeing each other for a while. Stella didn’t want to see him, afraid of the risks of their relationship and the future, Steve however was willing to risk it and love her no what matter. It was

It was hard, annoying and slightly heartbreaking speech of emotions between the pair, Stella crumbled as her walls fell as Steve poured his heart to her, feeling sorry that they were drifted apart and didn’t take a chance earlier. She admitted how she feared if she fell in love again, the world would hear and she would be crying all over again. She felt like she wasn’t enough for the super solider...

“If I did anything right in my life it was to find you. It was when I gave you my heart and didn’t even know it. But when I see you smiling and standing in that door all the feelings come rushing back...” She said wiping a few tears that ran down her face.

Steve smiled softly, bring her in close, “If one thing I know now, your the person I didn’t know I needed in my life. If I said once, I will say it again, you will be the death of me. And also be the very few lights in my life..”

"And you are mine. How did I end up with someone who will deal with me now matter what, I will never know? But I do know is that I love you..”

“Now i got one question. Can I kiss you?”

"Thought you never ask.”

Steven Grant Roger brought his lips up to the girl, gently pressing them onto her in such awe and relief. Estella Romano Strange leaned in, returning the kiss without a doubt, resting both hands on his chest. The warmth of their bodies and the heat rise causing the pair to remember they were still in an elevator.

The two started to finally date after that, enjoying their time together. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, cheering the other on and supporting each other, embracing the craziness of their lives. Late night talks, acting like an old married couple at times, wondering about their future in heroes, and so on.

Friendship and motherhood

Was all of this in the cards for Estella? Maybe? Maybe not? She wouldn’t get the answer to that for a while. She was never given a chance to wonder what she wanted for herself, it was always do this and do that, remember to make your family proud. It was always the question, if she was doing the right thing, for that she let fate decide.

But she knew the things that she loved to do, spend time with friends and wanting to give her love to other people. Simple as that. Even if it meant doing one of the girls hair, making lunch to everyone and or just giving the person attention. That’s how she built friendships with the ladies and gentlemen of the household.

Plenty would say that Stella has a “feminine touch” or “motherly vibe” to her, like she knew that to say or do, sometimes. Making The Avengers Compound feel like home. It just came naturally to the girl, seeing her mother and some of tias treat everyone, somehow she embraced it without knowing.

Plus it helped that she tend to sometimes follow Bruce Banner’s lead with how much of a caring, patience, loving and quick on his feet of a father he tended to be. Him and Hulk set the sweet example, she admired it. Dad Bruce, Papa Hulk and Mama Stella. Somehow the one plenty of parents in the household. However, she wasn’t a mom or even a aunt exactly to the group.

Until one month, it was like Stella saw a rather quick shift in the air. The warm weather, sweet treats, cuddly sweaters, couples walking left and right, and the kids playing in the park. Girl got baby fever, it finally hit her...

She didn’t know how it happened, but it did! Stella thought it was a phase, she’ll get it over it. But the more babies she saw in the hospital, the kids with their parents and young teenagers in the malls walking past her. As well as the Young Avengers running down the halls everyday. She decided it was settled.

One morning after breakfast, she sat next to the man who practically was her husband at this point. “..how do you feel about kids?” Stella asked, scrolling on her phone.

Steve looked up from his notebook and paused doodling, taking him a moment to process the question. “Uh, I love them. Why?” He asked with a smile.

“How do you feel about us having some?”

“I like that idea. Wait would we like have our own biologically? Or foster care and adopt? Cause honey, that waiting list is long.”

“What I'm hearing is a yes.”

He scoffed and chuckled, “Yes. Honey, how long have you been thinking about this?”

“Two weeks..?”

“Two weeks?! Please tell me, you didn’t file for adoption without my permission and we have a kid coming here today?”

“N-no! I’m not crazy!”

He gave her a pointed look, “Stella.”

“I didn’t!” She replied crossing her heart, promising that she didn’t.

“Okay, just checking. This is a rather big commitment and I'm here it.”

The two spend days discussing the matter and how they would like to go about it. Stella even went to Bruce for his advice and hoping he could sign some paperwork. Luckily after a talk, he was on board. Little did Bruce Banner know that Stella’s future kids would see him as their amazing uncle.

Weeks past and nothing from the adoption agency. Stella wanted for the call and wondered if she was too late to file for kids. All she wanted was to give a child a nice life and plenty of love, hell even be the embarrassing mom.

Until one afternoon, she found a kid trying to steal from her shopping cart as he ran out of the store. She tried to stop him, but she was too late. That same teenager would be brought into the police department and such to be question. Stella was called in to watch over the teen who glared at her, but she made it work.

She asked, “What’s your name?” The brunette finally looked up and said his name, “Bradley James...”

Stella gave him space while they were at the police department to talk to her, as she signed paperwork for him and finally after a while he did, cracking a few jokes. He smiled and she told him the plan for the week, he listened thankfully.

The first few days were hard, having not took him to The Avengers Compound right away, more to her spare apartment in the city. Steve was out for a business trip during the time. Bradley was tricky, not eating healthily, staying up late and tried sneaking out once or twice. He even made a mess of the living room, Stella had enough and decided to sit him down for a talk.

The two talked for a least an hour, Bradley explaining what was going on and how they ended up here. Stella even admitted, “I’m here because I care..and I'm not here to replace your mother, but just so you know I will make sure you’re alright.” He hesitated before he cried into her arms as she hushed his sorrows. It was a long night and the following days were something else. But Stella knew, “I want him.”

Sooner or later the rest of the kids started popping up. Such as Kendall, who came one day after a small accident downtown, resulting in a few people getting and one of them being him. He was already an lost boy who needed a home and got hurt that day, so Stella and Steve brought him home a few days later. The couple may have some annoying teenagers boys now in their hands but they love them nonetheless.

Stella even became a auntie (or Tia as she’s called) in the result of Riley Banner-Marsh and Gia & George Romanoff being born. Her and Steve were more than happy to become aunts & uncles to those children, even if they drive them crazy sometimes.

—-

As of right now, Estella Romano Strange is happy and healthy for the most part. Girl needs therapy for some reasonable days. Aside from the stressful days and nights that happen every once in a while, she is doing alright.

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That’s all for now, I wish I could write more but my brain is tired haha. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy it! ☀️

Tags: @blueboirick @msrochelleromanofffelton @drspencereidhotch @gaminggirlsstuff @topgun-imagines @superspookyjanelle @meiramel @gcthvile @eliohasmyheart @rooster-84 @halesfavoriteharlot and etc

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tewwor · 22 days

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* & NEW MUSE LIST .

min hyeonwoo .

self made angel ( unknowingly a parasitic divine being ) — religious trauma meets desperation solely to survive. they broke the wings clean, tore the halo free knowing there’s no turning back. ever. the transformation consumed them. melted just about everything before it all snapped back. but wrong. they came back wrong, but holy. sort of.

a ring of sacred light collars the throat, brandishing forever reddened skin. what juts from the back is just as mangled as whom they robbed. nothing but twisted bone, sinew, and ruined feathers. it hurts to be alive, but that’s okay. there’s power at their fingertips now, burning and raw. just enough for them to press on borrowed time before the inevitable happens and they’re found by the celestials akin to whom they consumed.

except it’s beginning to dawn on them that perhaps they’ve got it all wrong. that maybe the being previously absorbed wasn’t of the same divine ilk, because there sits a hunger foreign to them. only felt towards those pure and holy. do they feast to obtain their power or to become them?

burning both sides of a cigarette. are they the devil or angel on your shoulder?

liáng wěi .

investigator / informant for hire. can and will handle himself in tight situations by being extremely resourceful, but isn’t for killing. the aftermath’s too much of a hassle and he’s not made of money. cleaners are expensive as shit. passionate about cooking / ceramics but isn’t…… that great at them. makes the ugliest and most wrangled looking cups ever, but still fires them and uses them in his dinky office.

jaime bashar-suarez .

bodyguard for hire / close (one-sided) friends with jie. usually gets tips on anyone in need of continuous protection from jie's vigilante stunts. takes after the phrased ‘borrowed time’. as in, he has time manipulation but can only apply stolen time to the present to prolong the near future. can’t go back in time to alter things. can’t go back in time or in the future period. just stays in the present and select a timeframe he wants to extend for whatever reason. extremely taxing on the body so he can’t even enjoy the extension without wanting to keel over. and the people he ‘borrows’ time from? yeah, they get kind of minorly fucked over because of it. gaps in their memory, changes in their body and mind — all depending on how much time is taken.

kubo jiro .

in the wrong place at the wrong time and was accused for killing a peer in his teenage years. case fell through thanks to his father’s influence, but he also got disowned immediately. enlisted in the military after graduation, bffs with a dude in the same unit, got medically discharged after being shot in the gut a few times. tried to get back into society but can't, got himself roped into some crime syndicate because there’s order that he’s familiar with. genuinely cares for people and tries to help even if he needs to do the same 4 himself. plagued with ptsd still 🙁

seo yujin .

growing up at home had always been suffocating for yujin and her sister, so they split once they were able. both were strong, fiery spirits in different ways (fire vs. ice) and things were good for a while. unfortunately, her sister passed away in her late twenties. while everyone within the family was struck with grief, her father coped with it differently. the thing about her father is that he's a scientist hired to take on the concept of androids becoming reality. definitely the mad scientist sort. so her sister was remade as a replicant to fit his image of her. less rebellious, more sweet, lacking that spark that truly made her sister so unique. while horrified by her father's actions, it's undeniable that some of that grief ached less. it's like she's still here, but not.. exactly. So while yujin tried to sort out how she truly felt about it, she threw herself into knowing everything about repairing androids as a whole. except it's starting to wear on her in more recent days.

#* & new muse list .#// had Enough of the 165319365 test muse posts.#// putting my foot down and consolidating them so i Won't delete it in the future smh #* & test muses .

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isleofair · 17 days

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Ten faves in ten fandoms

I was tagged by @saltedpin: thank you so much!!! 💙💙💙 (This took me way longer to put together than I thought, wow)

Tiger & Bunny - Nathan Seymour (aka Fire Emblem) What can I say about Nathan. She's my ultimate blorbo, despite being pretty much the opposite of the kind of character I usually fixate on. They're a successful, ultra-rich business owner but also the mom friend of the group; a wonderful mix of (literally) fiery fierceness and soft sensitivity; a big, phoenix-themed peacock with the heart of a small, cuddly lovebird. I love her to death. 💖 (Honorable mention to her future husband Buddy hero, Keith Goodman, aka Sky High, aka literally the bestest guy EVER.)

Star Trek: TNG - Data This guy was sort of a blueprint for my childhood weirdness. I live for characters who are supposedly non-human, but are actually the most human of them all; and Data, for all that he was vastly stronger, faster, and smarter (at least logically) than all of his friends, had a gentleness to him that made you forget about that pretty much all of the time. I've been wanting to hug him for about 35 years.

Yūri!!! on Ice - Yuuri When I started watching the show, I thought Victor would be my favorite, but when I began to truly understand Yuuri's character, there was no going back. He's so astonishingly real in the way he perceives himself as an utter failure while actually being amazing and very successful. He manages to give me a glimmer of hope, at least sometimes, that maybe I might manage, with some effort, to not be quite as much of an absolute disaster as I fear.

The Lord of the Rings - Faramir If I had to sum Faramir up in a word, it would be unassuming. He's constantly treated (mostly by his father, but also by part of the narrative) as someone who's an afterthought, a second best, a spare; all this in spite of being incredibly smart, and learned, and competent, and kind. He's just... really lovely, and although he ends up with Éowyn as sort of (again) a second choice after Aragorn, I say: Éowyn, my beloved badass, you kind of won the lottery there.

Anime Sanjūshi - Aramis (Yes, Italy apparently got ALL of the anime back in the '80s, lol.) This anime adaptation of The Three Musketeers takes quite a few creative liberties with the story, and one of them is making Aramis a woman in disguise. She kicks just as much ass as any of her companions (most of whom never find out her secret), and at the end, after completing the personal, romance-related quest she joined the Musketeers for, she... keeps her male disguise and her job, presumably forever. A+, no notes.

Stargate: Atlantis - John Sheppard One of the very few "military jock, ace pilot, dude with a big gun" protagonists I've ever liked, mostly due to the fact that Sheppard is technically all of the above things, but really he's just as much of a geeky, socially inept loser as the scientists he was hired to bodyguard, cosplaying as the jock with a gun because he really loves the "piloting things that fly really fast" part. Add in a self-sacrificial streak about a galaxy wide, and I was sold.

Sailor Moon - Haruka Tenō, aka Sailor Uranus 13-year-old me saw Haruka and fully went "man, I want to be her!" And then, many years later, I realized that I had also probably been wanting her, period. 😅 The anime got censored to hell and back, of course, but I'm the kind of person who takes things I'm told at face value, so I saw her being incredibly dramatic and jealous and infatuated and totally willing to die for her "best friend" and went "yeah, I guess that checks out". I still vaguely thought that she would make the perfect "boyfriend", as she was the coolest person ever, lol.

The Adventure Zone: Balance - Taako I still can't believe a podcast that started out as essentially "how many dick jokes can we fit into 60-90 minutes of butchering the rules of D&D" ended up being one of the most significant pieces of media in my life, but hey, to quote Taako himself, "It’s not all abraca-fuck-you and what have you. I have a beating heart! I’m multi-dimensional! I’m a fully-realized creation! FUCK!" Taako's vulnerability is hidden under MANY layers, but when it comes out, it hits straight to the heart.

Yūki Bakuhatsu Bang Bravern - Lewis Smith I'm throwing my most recent fandom in here, because why not. Smith (yeah, I know) is an apparently extremely stereotypical "American Pilot Guy" character (don't look him up, because the show is best experienced without spoilers, but I promise you, he looks just like he could be Keith Goodman's twin), but in a show that is always at least three genres at once, in very varying degrees of seriousness, he ends up being one of the most genre-aware characters of all, with... interesting consequences.

Good Omens (TV) - Crowley This one is interesting because in the book, my favorite character was always, very clearly and very firmly, Aziraphale. And then the tv show happened, and yeah, I'm not immune to the David Tennant Effect, by any means, but... You know that post that's been going around, that says something vaguely like "the best trait a male character can have is being pathetically in love with someone"? Well. Crowley is not a male character, but in the show he embodies pining. Pining pours out of each and every one of his probably non-existent pores 24/7, non-stop, for millennia. And I... kind of like pining. A reasonable amount. It's fiiiiiiiiiiiine.

I am tagging YOU! 🫵 But only if you want to play, of course! 😂💙

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gretavanmoon · 1 year

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The Rhythm Section Part 2

18+, minors DNI.

Warnings: graphic sexual content, smut, m-dom, choking, cursing, use of sex toy

Both men stared at you wordlessly. After a few beats, Sam spoke,

“Daniel, give us a second please?”

Danny slipped into the living room area and sat on the couch. Sam walked closer toward you and lovingly grabbed both your hands in his.

“Baby, I know this is not something you’re used to and definitely not something I've ever presented to you before. You know you can trust me, seriously. You can throw us right out of here if you want,” he said with complete seriousness.

“Sam, thank you for being upfront with me. I appreciate you. But, I’m sure. This is something completely new to me, but I’m sure,” you said.

Sam was so beautiful the way he eyed you like he could see directly into your brain waves. It warmed your heart because though you knew Sam front to back sexually, and had experienced many borderline romantic experiences with him in the past, knowing him on a deeper, intellectual level was somewhat uncharted territory. It’s not that you didn't want to know him like that, you just never really gave each other the chance. Suddenly you felt completely intrigued. He was still looking at you with hungry eyes as he contemplated your answer.

“Sam, the more you stare at me.... what’s the deal?”

He picked up both of your drink glasses in one hand, and kept ahold of your hand in his other. He began to walk backward slowly, watching as you sauntered along with him, just like Danny had done pulling you to the dance floor. He cocked his head toward Daniel and gave a short nod for him to follow. Right before you approached your bedroom door, you suddenly felt Danny pressed against your back, with his mouth immediately pressed against your bare shoulder. You gave a quick hiss as he startled you.

“Easy Daniel, I haven’t gotten to so much as hold her hand yet tonight,” Sam warned. The three of you entered your bedroom, which was fairly big considering the size of the rest of your apartment. You had enough room for a queen sized bed, dresser, and a table that you were using as a makeshift desk. You had tiny twinkle lights draped from ceiling to floor behind your bed, and posters covered your walls. You even had brought your old stereo from your parents house and bought new speakers to hook up. Sam set the drinks down on the desk.

“Just as I remember it, love,” Sam said with a grin as he looked around. You thanked your past self again for tidying up this morning and actually taking the time to make your usually unkempt bed. Danny took a seat at the end of the bed while Sam began to run his hands up and down your arms, making you shiver. “It's kinda chilly in here, but we can most definitely warm things up for you if you’re okay with that,” Sam said.

You nodded at him.

Danny stood now and was behind you again. “If we want things to go smoothly here tonight, we’re going to need you to speak clearly on what you want and don’t want. Sound good?”

“Yes, I understand,” you answered. Danny began to massage your shoulders lightly. “Damn, you're tense as hell, y/n,” Danny went on. You raised your eyebrows and thought to yourself, ‘yeah, that’s what dealing with 42 patients a day will get ya’. Danny walked over to your dresser and began to look through your lotions. Sam was still facing you and making the most beautiful eyes at you. It was like he hadn’t looked at anything else since you left the bar. You felt a pang in your stomach at the intense eye contact. He raised his hand to your cheek and brushed your hair away. He kept his hand steady as he firmly but slowly pulled you toward him. His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips as he paused just inches away from your lips. He whispered low, “Can I kiss you, y/n?”

“Yes, Sammy,” you responded breathless.

Fiery, slow, passionate, sweet, and intense. Just as how you remembered him. He kissed you with intention, just like he always did. And you returned the favor. His hands were gently cupping your face and the pads of his fingers were firmly holding the back of your head in place.Your lips felt tingly, like they had been shocked with a million tiny bursts of electricity. The kiss slowly became more heated, but in a very apprehensive way, like he was almost surprised at how it felt, too. It was like old friends meeting again, after so much time being apart. You knew each other physically inside and out, but finding yourselves here again after so much time had passed almost brought tears to your eyes. You slightly parted your lips to allow his tongue to brush yours. Sincere, affectionate, smoldering, and intoxicatingly fierce, you remained exploring each other’s mouths for the thousandth time, but what felt like the first. Familiar and intimate, but new and different. Like he had gone off and grown up into a man in just a year. He exhaled hard and relaxed into your lips as his body settled. He pulled away slightly, both of you out of breath, and looked into your eyes again. You felt absolutely dizzy. You both shared an almost shy laugh together, basking and reminiscing in the memories flooding back to your heads and bodies like a slow wave touching the beach and falling back to the sea again.

Wow. What in the hell was that.

Sam peered down at you now with a new look in his eye. It was primal and protective, and his eyes quickly shot to his best friend standing behind you, and back to your face. It was short lived, but you could have sworn you saw a tiny flicker of doubt in his eyes. When his eyes met yours again, you responded with a wordless ‘it’s okay, I know,’ and his face softened at your understanding. You knew right then, in your heart, that what Danny said was true. Sam really did miss you for more than just occasional hookups.

You shrugged at Sam insinuating an ‘oh well, too late now,’ and turned around to face Danny. You grabbed his waist and pulled him in toward you. “Kiss me again like you kissed me at the bar,” you said to him. Danny’s eyes shot to Sam, then back to you. He pulled your hair to one side of your shoulder, and pulled your sweater so the neck was stretched, then slowly leaned his lips down to your neck again. He began to lay hot wet kisses onto your skin from your shoulder up to your ear.

“Let me help,” Sam said from behind you. He snaked his hands around your stomach and pulled your sweater up and over your head, exposing your black lace bra. “Jesus,” Danny replied breathlessly. “You truly are gorgeous.” He continued to lap away at your neck and ear at your request. His hands were now around your waist and hips and his fingertips were hot like irons on your chilled skin. You reached down to pull off his cutoff t-shirt over his head. He still had his hair in a low bun, but the curly strands that framed his face fell slowly back down in front of his eyes. He met your gaze, and raised his eyebrows in question of going further. You gave him a nod and he brought you in for a hot and heated kiss.

Unlike Sam, who kissed you with intention, Danny was more haphazard and dirty. He didn't hold back when he pressed his tongue past your lips with fervor right off the bat. Your whole body was immediately on fire and you were insanely turned on. His touch mixed with his deep kiss felt like a loud and scratchy bass guitar that you could feel vibrating in your chest. It rumbled and grew louder with each passing second, and he tasted like honey and cayenne. He kissed you with a kind of intensity that was almost ravenous, like he let his instincts take over his body completely. Your ears went deaf, and your head was spinning, but he kept you steady with his strong arms and hands. He finally began to pull away, but not before biting your bottom lip and pulling you toward him with his teeth. When the kiss finally broke, all it did was leave you wanting more. Both men stood on either side of you, breathing heavily and dripping with lust. You walked over to the table and picked up your drink. You downed the contents in one swallow, and walked over to your stereo. You began to play an old burned CD, and “Mystic Queen” by Samsara Blues Experiment began to blare from the speakers. You turned to Sam and Danny, who both looked at you with inquisitive eyes. “What? I have neighbors,” you said with a smirk.

They simultaneously threw their heads back and laughed. You handed them both their remaining drinks. They clinked their glasses together and Sam said, “To the lovely lady”. They raised their glasses and finished off the vodka. “Okay sweetheart, if I remember correctly, Daniel said that you felt tense in your shoulders. Is that correct?” Sam continued as he pulled his shirt off, exposing his slender torso.

“Yes,” you replied as you stretched your neck. Sam picked up the lotion Danny picked out, and motioned toward the bed. You climbed up, and sat on your knees as he positioned himself behind you. He gathered your hair into a ponytail at the nape of your neck and pulled it tightly backwards. You hissed at the motion. “Mmm, I remember that sound. You think you could make it again, love?” Sam spoke into your ear. He began to place heavy kisses along your neck and shoulder and inhaled deeply through his nose. “Honeysuckles and rain,” Sam said. “You’re still just as heavenly as I remember.” Your head began to swim as the faint scent of your own perfume sent your olfactory memory back in time again, flashbacks of Sam doing these exact movements on you in the backseat in the rain. The windows would fog up from the warm breath and body heat filling the car contrasting with the chilly weather outside. Now Sam put some of the lotion on his hands, and began to massage your shoulders. You closed your eyes, and saw his face in your memory, the lightning flashing through the car windows and illuminating his beautiful features as you looked down at him between your legs, his tongue exploring your every crevice. The thunder would rumble loudly as you cried out in pleasure.

You opened your eyes again, but this time saw Danny in front of you now. Strong, beautiful features taking in all of your body. The twinkle lights hanging in your room were bouncing off his eyes as he scanned from your face to your cleavage.

“Sweetheart, would it be okay if I took off your skirt?” Danny proposed.

“Yes, please Danny,” the way he was speaking was turning you on more now. Sam was hitting all the right spots in your neck and shoulders, turning you into an absolute puddle. He threw in wet kisses to your ear and temple every now and then, whispering sweet nothings quietly just for the two of you.

You repositioned yourself so you were seated on your behind, and Danny reached to begin to pull your skirt down. You leaned back into Sam, who began to touch your breasts through your bra. You had a black thong on under your skirt. Danny removed your skirt completely and threw it to the side of the bed.

“Absolutely exquisite,” Danny said as he drank in the sight of you almost completely unclothed. “You really weren’t kidding, Sam.”

“I told you so,” Sam replied with a chuckle.

“Oh, so you two have discussed this at length I presume?” you chimed in as Danny began to run his hands along your thighs.

“I may have told him a thing or two,” Sam went on. “You know how things can get, 4 guys cooped up on a bus together. Borderline alcoholics, stories are sometimes...shared,” he finished. For some reason, this didn’t hurt your feelings in the least. You were confident in your skills in bed, and if anything, if Sam shared these so called “stories” correctly, they were bound to be good. And it put your confidence in to high gear.

“Is that right, Sam?” you turned around now on your knees to face him. You raised up to tower over him. “And which stories did you share?” Sam rested back against your pillows and headboard and gave you a sweet and sultry side smile. You put your hands on his pecs and began to move your hands up and down his torso. “Did you tell them about the time I went down on you in the shower and managed to get you off twice in a row?” You began to lightly brush up and down his skin with your fingertips, immediately sending chill bumps all over his body. He moved from his cross-legged seated position to now having each of his legs outstretched on either side of you. “Or about the time we could hardly make it back into my apartment, so you snuck your hand up my skirt and made me cum in the elevator?” You moved to straddle him. You sat down hard on his cock which was now stretching his pants. He was breathing heavily now, but still not giving you an answer. You grabbed both of his hands, and pulled them above his head and pinned them there. “Or did you tell them about how I used to tie you up with my panties, just like this, and have my way with you over and over again until you were crying my name?” you questioned. He let out a tiny groan as you pressed your core against him again. He still looked at you with devilish eyes, but never gave away his secret.

You paused for a beat. “Tsk tsk Samuel,” you clicked your tongue at him. “How disappointing. I’m surprised we never got a noise complaint,” you released Sam’s hands and slid off the bed and made your way over to Danny, who had found his seat again at the end of the bed and was watching the show. He was sitting with both feet on the floor in just his relaxed slacks, arms leaned back on the bed, looking delicious as ever. He had a grin on his face that told you he was completely loving you teasing Sam. You walked over and stood in between his legs, facing him. You took his chin in your hand.

“Is this amusing you, Daniel?” He smiled cheekily and replied, “Maybe a little.”

“I guess you won't enlighten me on these “stories” then, will you?"

He brought his fingers to his lips and motioned the ‘zip, lock, and throw away the key’ motion, followed by an extremely toothy smile. “You’ll have to convince me to tell someone else’s secrets, babe,” he replied.

Suddenly he has his arms wrapped around you, pulling you down onto his lap.You straddled him now. He pulled your hair backward, exposing your neck and chest to him. Suddenly his free hand’s fingers ran along your bra strap, pulled it back, and snapped it hard against your shoulder. The tinge of pain sent a tingle straight down to your pussy, making everything begin to pulse with desire. He snaked his hand around your back, effortlessly undoing your bra clasp, and letting your tits free. He removed your bra from around your arms, and pulled back on your hair again. He began to bring your left breast into his mouth and suck on your already hard nipple.

“Now, babe, are you going to make me tell my best friend’s secrets right in front of him?” He pulled back on your hair harder. “Are you going to make me explain in detail all the times he came back to the bus after a night with you and told me about how beautiful you are... how your body makes him feel.... how many times he made you cum for him?” He was speaking between switching from hard and intense suckles and light bites on your nipples. Your head was still pulled back looking at the ceiling, and the pleasure was unbearable. Danny had a way with his mouth, that much was already apparent.

When he finally released your hair, your eyes met with a hunger that was palpable. You quickly grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to you in a hot and heavy kiss that turned into a handsy makeout session. You hands were exploring each other and getting to know new territories. Your fingers tangled in his curls that were still pulled back. Daniel’s presence was so overbearing, but in a good way. He stood tall, shoulders wide, striking features on all parts of his body. He demanded control but his normal personality wouldn’t show that. His aura beamed with exhilaration, like he completely enjoyed every minute of whatever he was involved in. He made the most and saw the best in everything he did. He had confidence in every day life, but you could already tell he thrived in the bedroom. He almost never quit smiling the whole time he was kissing you, like he was just happy to be there in the moment with you and Sam.

Sam. Your mind shifted again. You still weren’t sure of how this worked, but judging from what Danny said in the bar, they were pros at this. You wondered why Sam had never mentioned this section of his life to you before. Or maybe it was something fairly new to them too. It had been over a year, after all. You broke from Danny’s mouth for a second, and reached for your old lover behind him. He was still sprawled out on the bed as you left him, watching you and Danny. He sat up when you beckoned him, bringing his lips to yours again.

“You guys might have to walk me through this,” you finally spoke.

“Don’t worry baby. There’s not much to it, really. Don’t overthink. It’s all about what naturally happens, what feels best, and what you want to do,” Sam reassured you. “We’re just having fun and enjoying together.”

Sams words brought you a peace. You realized now that on top of your surge of confidence to show up and show out, you truly weren’t sure exactly what to do. You had seen plenty of porns and read stories in the past, but all of that meant nothing when it came to the real deal.

“No one’s judging on your performance, cause there’s no wrong or right way to go about this. But just keep relaxed, we’re here for you, baby,” Danny continued.

“Luckily I remember what you don’t like and do, so I have a little upper hand,” Sam said with a wink and a caress to your cheek. “Come over here to me.”

You were still straddling Danny, and he suddenly cupped both hands on the backs of your thighs and lifted you across his side and plopped you back down on the bed with ease. Oh, he was one of the toss-you-around kind. Noted.

You peered at Sam, looking at him for what he wanted you to do next. He stood from the bed, undid his belt through the loops, and let his jeans hit the floor. He wore briefs, and he was already very apparently hard underneath. “It's been a while since we’ve gotten to know each other,” he spoke directly to you, “but I bet there are still some consistencies.” He reached for the drawer by your bedside table, and pulled on the knob. He reached in to find your small purple toy and pulled it out.

“Just where I thought it’d be,” Sam said. You smirked an embarrassed laugh at him. “Lay back for me sweetheart,” he instructed. Your heart began beating in your ears at the reality of everything going on around you. Your alcohol buzz began to wear off just a little, allowing the real world to become a little clearer. The song changed to “Drippin’” by SaQi. The beginning notes were sultry, and grounded you just a little. You raised up on all fours and crawled to the top of the bed, turned and laid down as Sam instructed. He crawled to straddle you, with your faces almost touching. He stared deep into your eyes for just a moment, and squeezed his eyes together quickly into a squint. He cocked his head sideways almost as if he was gesturing a “here we go”. Within a second his lips were hot on yours again. He placed one hand behind your neck and pulled him into you, deepening the kiss. His tongue explored your mouth as he exhaled through his nose. There was that feeling again. When he finally pulled away, your eyes met. He looked at you long enough to make the pit of your stomach fall directly to the floor. Why was kissing Sam enticing something new in you? It was like he was speaking to you without saying a word. Each time you’ve made contact tonight has been more intense than the last. Little tiny secrets told just between the two of you. He squinted his eyes for just a second before landing one last small peck to your lips, as if he was confused himself.

You couldn't allow for emotions to get in the way of what was happening, and you knew Sam knew that too. He had already began trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest before hopping off and handing Danny the toy.

“Daniel, would you mind finding us a nice setting? I'm almost positive the batteries are fully charged,” Sam said with a condescending laugh. You rolled your eyes at him. Sam then stood, walked to the end of the bed, and grabbed both of your ankles. He pulled you with force to the edge of the bed.

“Up,” he said as you stood. He then sat down, feet planted on the floor. He patted his thighs and motioned for you to come over. “Sit on my lap, love,” Sam continued. You were now in nothing but your thong, walking over to sit on Sam’s lap. You began to pull down your last remaining piece of clothing until Sam grabbed your wrist. “No, leave it on,” he said. You sat down on his lap facing away from him, and suddenly his arms were wrapped overtop of your arms, and his hands were on the insides of your knees, pulling your legs apart to the hilt. You squealed at the stretch. He released one leg and quickly had his hand around your neck, pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder. You gasped and pulled in a breath at the change in motion. He had his thumb and middle finger on either side of your throat, slightly pushing on your pulse points. “I do remember that you enjoy a little choking action, is that right love?” Sam spoke into your ear closely. His breath was hot on the shell of your ear. All you could do was nod. His other hand remained pulling backward at your knee. You finally spoke a breathy “Yes”.

“Daniel, have you found us an appropriate setting?” Sam asked his friend.

“Sure have,” Danny replied, now bending down to kneel between your legs. You had to admit, having your goodies splayed out against your will and on display right in the face of your friend wasn’t something on your bingo card for the night, and it did make you feel a little self conscious, but the look on Danny’s face made you get another surge of confidence. This was so, extremely hot.

Sam released your neck and pulled your other knee back now, fully holding you in place. You still couldn't move your arms as his were intertwined with yours in such a way that you could only hold them behind you. Sam then began to kiss your neck and bite at your pulse points. Suddenly Danny hooked one finger in the side of your thong, and pulled it to the side. In an instant his thumb was on your already throbbing clit, massaging slow circles. Sam remained with his mouth attached to your neck. You let out a shriek that was less than ladylike and you immediately wanted to beg Danny for more. He was moving his thumb at an excruciatingly slow pace, given the circumstances. You opened your eyes finally to look down at Danny, gorgeous as ever, and his eyes popped up to you giving you a completely amused look. “Fuck, Danny,” you breathed.

“I think she likes that, Daniel. What do you think?” Sam asked his friend.

“Oh I think she's enjoying herself,” Danny quietly responded. “She’s dripping already.”

You were starting to squirm a little at Danny’s slow touch, and you wanted to move so badly but Sam had all your limbs completely held down, but you weren't complaining.

“I think she could handle more, hm? Let’s add a little more spice to the game shall we,” Sam said as he bit on your ear lobe. Danny then picked up the toy which was a vibrating dildo with an attachment to reach your clit. He switched it on. You were still writhing underneath Sam’s holds and could feel yourself starting to drip onto his lap.

“Would you like for me to pick up the pace, sweetheart?” Daniel asked you in a sultry and low voice.

“Yes. Please Danny,” you answered him, meeting his eyes in a tone that was a little more dirty than you had intended. Danny continued the swirls directly on your clit with such intent that you were coming unglued quickly, until he picked up the pace, and then slowly began to insert the toy. He only did a little at a time, with each thrust adding a little bit more length. You leaned back hard on Sam, pushing your bodies back to give Danny a little more room to use the toy to its full advantage. You cried out, almost in tears now as Danny continued to push hard on your clit while pulling the vibrator in and out at the perfect pace.

“How does that feel, love? Is Danny making you feel good?” Sammy asked.

“Ye- yes he’s making me feel so good..” you could hardly form words now as you could feel the warmth in you stomach start to build. You were almost fighting Sam now as your body was reacting and wanting to move and touch them in the way that they were touching you.

“Hold still, lover,” Sam said. He bit down hard on your shoulder, accentuating the pleasure that Danny was giving you. You could feel Sam’s cock below you and from what little you could tell, it was loving this just as much as you were. You raised your head and made intense eye contact with Danny. You remembered that your hands were behind you, so you repositioned them to grab Sam’s length with both hands and begin to alternate between squeezing and rotating your hands against each other, moving them as best you could against his still-clothed shaft. Sam immediately hissed through his teeth and sat up a bit at the new contact. You kept your eyes locked with Daniel’s while you made Sam begin to come apart behind you. Your body was beginning to notice the effects of the strange contorted position it was in, mixed with the extreme pleasure from Danny, but you tried to ignore it. You began to go even harder on Sam, eliciting a “Fuck, y/n” from him through gritted teeth. Danny never looked away from you. Suddenly Danny raised up on his knees and met your mouth with his in a deep and fervent kiss. His tongue buried its way into your mouth, and it felt almost romantic, like he was trying to bring you toward your end in the best way possible.You were making out in the hottest way possible, maneuvering between lip bites, tongue, and small peck kisses. His brow even furrowed as he kissed you, it almost gave you butterflies on top of every other feeling happening in your gut right now. Sam continued his work on your neck and ear, sweetly but forcefully hitting all your sweet spots with his tongue and lips, occasionally blowing cold air on your skin and giving you insane chill bumps. Danny never stopped his motions with his hands as he kissed you. There were a million things happening at once, and they had been right, just do whatever feels best at the time. Nothing to judge. Suddenly you understood what he meant by his words earlier at the bar. They replayed in your head,

“See? It’s all about multitasking, knowing exactly what the song needs to sound like and being perfectly in time with the other half of my section...”

It all made sense. The full-body pleasure you were experiencing was because of both of them. They were better together. Where one would lack, the other picked up slack. It was like they used your sounds to keep each other in tune, in turn making the song sound perfect. They bounced off of one another using only your reactions as a guide. This realization only fueled the feeling building in the pit of your stomach, as you pulled away from Danny’s mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-”

Sam whispered in your ear, “Do it for us baby. Come for us.”

Your hands began to falter on Sam’s cock behind you as you felt the rush beginning to take over you. You locked eyes with Danny again as he gave you a devilish grin. He then picked up the pace on your clit to where it was almost overstimulated. Sam immediately had his hand around your neck again, remembering that you liked to be choked during your orgasm. It flowed over you in the most beautiful, deafening waves while you rode Danny’s fingers through it. Your whole body stiffened and leaned back onto Sam who held you firmly in place still. He spoke whispers into your ear; they were probably words of encouragement but you honestly couldn’t make them out it you tried. You orgasm drug itself out for a long time, and you began to twitch as Danny still had his finger in just the right spot. Sam released his pull on your knee and throat as you relaxed your legs down. Danny removed the toy, but his thumb remained while you closed your legs tightly around it. Sam wrapped his arms around you now, hugging you from behind.

“You guys weren’t lying when you said magic happens when you find your rhythm, huh?”

#greta van fleet #gvf #gvf smut #greta van fleet smut #Greta Van Fleet fan fiction #sam kiszka #Danny wagner #sam gvf #Danny gvf #sam kiszka smut #Danny Wagner smut #sam kiszka x reader #Danny Wagner x reader #josh kiszka #Jake kiszka #gvf fan fiction

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too-destiny-panda · 6 months

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Wyllvember Day 19: OTS/BroTP

A/N: My favourite hellish duo! I don't take Karlach with me nearly as much as I should. Anywho, as usual credits go to @sagscrib, and I'm additionally tagging @commander-yinello WC: 527

Wyll made friends easily. Even in his youth where many children were intimidated by his father’s status, he still managed to befriend people from various backgrounds. Of course, the quantity and quality of friends diminished as he grew older, but he still had some peers to make fond memories with. Still, his closest friendship would blossom during unimaginable dangers.

When he first met Karlach he was dead set on killing her, his view of her skewed due to Mizora’s words. But her memories overall attitude suggested other wise and turned his world askew. Once they had taken care of the so-called paladins, he witnessed the remnants of her rage, and understood that the state she was in was in no way her own choice. Who would wish to burn so hot they were practically unable to touc anyone or anything? He personally couldn’t imagine not patting someone on the shoulder for a job well-done or grasping it for support as he laughed.

After that, they quickly grew closer, bonding over their home as Karlach had an infinite number of questions about how much Baldur’s Gate had changed since she was traded off. Her sense of humour and overall energy, almost puppy-like at its core, made proverbial warmth radiate from her. She was always excited over the small things, and though she sometimes veered into ‘fuck around and find out’ territory that was mostly just encouragement for Tav to do stupidly absurd things, she wasn’t naïve. She simply learned to derive happiness from whatever scraps she could gather in the Hells, and Wyll supposes he wasn’t so different when he was exiled and trying to find himself.

They became extremely good friends, their humours so similar in nature it almost seemed like they were constantly laughing while in each other’s presence. When Dammon gave Karlach her second engine upgrade, the second person she hugged after Tav was of course Wyll. And although it was clear it has been a while since she had to control her strength while hugging someone, shown by the minor bruising she left him with, he wouldn’t have her hugs any other way. Because her physical touch embodied her. The way she is both eager, sometimes too rash but always making sure everyone she cared for was comfortable. It warmed his heart to see her slowly gaining back her old self she locked away for her safety for over ten years. It warmed everyone’s heart to watch them interact with each other.

When the final battle was over, the tadpoles expelled from their eye sockets as they perished, the remnants of the mind flayer forces gradually being destroyed, there was only a split moment of happiness and relief before concern came back full force as Karlach groaned in agony at the docks. She was fully ready to die, but her friends were not. So, in only a few moments and understanding glances from his lover, the trio set off into the Hells, determined to find a way to help the fiery tiefling back to normalcy. And she was certain that with the Blade of Avernus and the Hero of Baldur’s Gate, they would succeed.

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nerium-lil · 6 months

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Lioness of the Sea

pt.1 pt.2

Warnings- Some violence with more flirting and suggestive themes

The sun blazed overhead, casting its merciless heat upon the two figures strapped to wooden poles at a marine base. "Of all the times and places," Zoro grumbled under his breath, his eyes closed, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the dire situation.

The same woman from the bar earlier, on the other hand, appeared unfazed. Her fiery red hair only intensifying in the sunlight. She shifted slightly, giving Zoro a teasing smile. "What? Isn't this just like our first meeting?" She gestures to being tied up then smirks, "Oh wait, wrong person. Oops."

Her suggestion not lost on the swordsman about being tied up before. Zoro definitely remembered the woman from the previous night. The playful banter and winks. Before Zoro could respond, a marine walked past. The symbol on his chest indicating he was lower in the ranks. The woman brightened instantly, "Hey, handsome! Fancy untying a girl?"

The marine raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, "And why would I do that?" The woman gave the marine a very sultry look. "Oh, come on," she purred, "I promise to make it worth your while." Her wink at the end not going missed by the two men. The marine only laughed before walking away leaving the woman pouting. Zoro groaned. "Really?" She shot him a sly look, "Just trying to lighten the mood, swordsman."

Another marine approached, and without missing a beat, she threw him a flirtations grin. "Hello there! What does a girl have to do to get some water around here? I am feeling a little... thirsty." The marine, flustered by her forwardness, stammered, "Uh....I'll.... I'll see what I can do." The poor frazzled marine made his escape as he quickly ran off. Zoro feeling slightly annoyed let out a long sigh. He had a feeling he wasn't going to get any sleep any time soon.

Zoro shot her a dry look, "Shouldn't you be trying to get out of here rather than flirting?" He could see the woman pout. "I am! Besides, it's fun watching them squirm." Zoro smirked, "You enjoy causing chaos, don't you?" He saw the playful smirk sent his way. "Only days ending in 'Y'," she quipped back.

Time seemed to drag on, with the woman occasionally attempting to charm any passing marine, while Zoro alternated between trying to nap, and getting dragged into her playful banter. At one point a higher-ranking marine officer came over. She flashed her most dazzling smile, "Hello, sir. Mind letting a lady free?" The officer gave a stern look, "You're in no position to be making requests 'Bounty Hunter'." For the first time, Zoro witnessed the flirty look in the womans eyes shift to something darker, more predatory, making the swordsman realize that he really didn't know anything about the woman beside him. The sudden power that wafted off her making even the once confident marine take a hesitant step back before the woman quickly switched back to her usual flirty self, as if nothing had happened.

She pouted, "But we were having so much fun together!" Zoro while still a little shaken by the sudden display of power couldn't help it as he snorted, "Speak for yourself." The marine turned around to leave and left with a, "Humph." As if he hadn't been shaking in his boots a second ago. The two still tied up slipped into a silence as they seemed to be lost in their own thoughts.

The next morning, Zoro the first one to wake up, watched as the man that he had beaten at the bar, walking his direction with two marines at his back. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?" The red head jerked awake as her eyes focused on the man who had woken her from her nice dream. She was by no means a morning person, so she already hated the man. "A bit, hot, for my taste though." The blonde haired man continued as he finally stopped in front of Zoro. "The great demon." He let out a little laugh as he glanced at the two marines behind him to help bolster his confidence. "More like a misbehaving puppy, tied up in the backyard." The man, gaining even more confidence got closer into Zoro's face. "What do you say, puppy, do you want to do a trick for me?"

Suddenly, Zoro lunged at the man, making the once confident blonde nearly stumble over himself in his attempt to back away. Zoro stared at the man with clear, murderous intentions in his eyes. "Put it down." The woman took a moment to look at where Zoros gaze was lingering and noticed that the marine had one of Zoro's swords she had seen at his waist last time at the bar. "Ooh, what's so special about this sword?" He continued to mock Zoro as he played with the sword in his hand. "Enjoy these seven days, cause when I get down from here, you'll be the one begging." The two men were locked in a serious staring match.

The sudden sound of a snort next to them, made both men turn to the woman who was still tied up, having forgotten she was even there. "Sorry, sorry, that was just so funny! It just sounded, so suggestive." She continued to laugh as the men understood her meaning behind the words, and both gave her a disgusted look. The blonde haired man, no longer taking enjoyment over teasing the swordsman, turned away with a red blush across his face, while listening to the woman laugh behind him. Zoro gave the woman a serious look, starting to contemplate and question the womans sanity.

The woman finally settled down from her laughing at the sound of metal shifting. The two watched as they saw hands start to move the metal grate in the center of the courtyard. As the woman laid eyes on a boy that didn't look to be older than 17 years old pop out from the ground. She couldn't help to think, 'Is that a straw hat or an oversized pancake on his head?' She observed his boundless energy that seemed to hum throughout his body. She had a good feeling about the boy. The boy turned around, noticing Zoro first. "Oh hey! You're the guy from the bar." Zoro took one look at the kid and seemed to dismiss him. "Get lost." Zoro closed his eyes to make another attempt at taking a nap. "I am, lost. I'm trying to get inside the base. Hey, I saw the way you fight, how did they even arrest you?"

The woman had wondered the same thing but not wanting the guy to ask the same thing back, decided to leave it to a mystery. Her ears perked up wondering what he was going to say. "They didn't, I gave myself up." The woman was shocked at the revelation. "Interesting choice, I'm sure you had your reasons." The woman stared at Zoro in disbelief, the weight of his words sinking in. "Wait a damn minute! You gave yourself up.... Willingly?"

Zoro merely grunted as the boy watched the two people tied up forget that he was there. "Seemed like the right thing to do at the time." She blinked, trying to wrap her head around it. "Are you.... out of your mind?" Zoro glanced at the woman. "I don't want to hear that, coming from the woman who can't help but flirt every five seconds." She was silent for a moment. She shook her head with a small smile, "You're either the bravest man I've met or the most idiotic." He smirked, glancing her way, "Can't it be both?"

The sound of the boy moving closer made the two remember they had company. The boy seemed to take in the interaction between the two with a new light. "I remember you guys protected that little girl from the marines last night. You're good guys!" The woman just looked at the boy with a warm smile. "I'm Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter." The woman looked surprised at the sudden introduction. With little movement she had, she tried to point to herself. "Uh, am I supposed to go next?" Zoro only rolled his eyes while the boy seemed to actually be waiting for her introduction. "Oh, okay, just give me a second! I wasn't expecting this so I'm a little unprepared." She took a moment to make it seem as if she was trying to stand a little taller but was unable to due to the ropes. "The names Scarlet, the Bounty Hunter and flirt extraordinaire!"

The woman laughed at her own introduction, but Luffy was frozen in his spot. For a second another person's figure from his past seemed to overlap with the womans. The red hair, flirty attitude, and joyful demeaner reminded Luffy of the man who had given him, his hat long ago. Luffy felt immediately drawn to the woman who was still laughing. "I'm Monkey D' Luffy, and I will be King of the Pirates, and I think you guys should join my crew." There was a hush as the woman, now known as Scarlet, paused in her laughter giving the boy a serious look as she sized up the boy in front of her.

This time it was Zoro who let out a laugh. "What makes you think I want to play pirates with you?" Unperturbed by Zoro's mocking, Luffy continued. "You're a great fighter. I say that together, we would make a pretty good team." Scarlet contemplated as she watched the interaction between the two men. "I kill your kind for a living. Pirate. Hunter." Luffy still seemed to look confident, "You keep saying that, but is that all you are? Is that all you want?" Zoro actually looked to be contemplating something. "I made a promise to someone, a long time ago. To become the world's greatest swordsman." Luffy stood there with a large smile on his face, "Impressive."

To Zoro and Scarlets surprise, Luffy walked behind them and started to release Zoro from the ropes holding him to the pole. "You can untie me, but I'm still not going to join your crew." Scarlet not wanting to be left tied up if Luffy changed his mind lashed out at the swordsman. "Shut it. Hey, Luffy right? Untie me and ill join you in your quest." She gave the boy a mischievous smile. Luffy just seemed to shrug as he finished untying Zoro before moving to Scarlet's restraints. "Okay." He got her down and went back to the metal grate where he had come from. Luffy almost expected the woman to follow him, but when she didn't, he looked at her confused. "I need to get my guns back." Scarlet pointed to the now empty holsters. With understanding, Luffy nodded his head before telling the two to put the metal back as they watched him jump back into the hole.

Scarlet watched the boy disappear before turning back to the swordsman. She lightly slapped a hand to his chest before nodding towards one of the doors nearby. "Come on, let's go get your swords from the ditzy blonde and my guns from wherever they hid them." Zoro looked at the hand on his chest before giving the woman a lifted eyebrow, almost silently asking who she thought she was to be giving him orders.

Scarlet and Zoro stealthily moved through the marine base, each step calculated, searching for Zoro's stolen swords, and her guns. Following a tip, they found themselves outside a particular room, the faint hum of a voice reaching their ear. Sneaking a peek through the door, they are met with an unexpected sight.

The blonde marine from earlier, naked as the day he was born, was posing and flexing in front of a full-length mirror, Zoro's precious sword in one hand. He was making ridiculous 'swishing' sounds, pretending to be an expert swordsman, clearly lost in his fantasy. Scarlets eyes widened, and she pressed her hand over her mouth, desperately trying to contain the fit of laughter threatening to spill. She turned to Zoro, her eyes filled with mischief. "Well, Zoro, I must admit, I've never seen a sword put to.... such a use."

Zoro's face was an unreadable mix of shock, horror, and disbelief. He whispered back, his voice strained, "Just... help me get my sword." She smiled at Zoro, "I'm trying," she replied, wiping a tear form her eye, "but he seems so attached to it." Zoro grumbled, clearly annoyed by the situation, "Not for long." As they prepared to retrieve the sword, the naked marine continued his charade, blissfully unaware of the duo's presence and the impending interruption to his sword wielding fantasy.

With the door thrown open by the swordsman, the marine panicked and grabbed the closest thing in an attempt to regain some semblance of dignity. Scarlet seeing the object, could only grab at her side as she held back more laughter. "Zoro, Zoro, look he has a Teddybear made to resemble himself!" Zoro knowing where the Teddybear was placed, was not about to give in to one of the womans games. Zoro walked right up to the marine and snatched the sword out of his hands. The blonde looked in fear at the swordsman. "Are you going to kill me?" Zoro shook his head, "Oh no, I've got something much worse in mind." The naked man could only gulp before Zoro grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to the bathroom out of sight.

Taking the second to calm down from her fit of laughter, Scarlet started to take the chance to look around the room. In the corner nearly covered by what the marine must have been wearing earlier she found two distinct lumps. Pulling away a shirt she let out a quick 'Yes' before grabbing her missing pistols and placed them right where they belonged. Next to them she found Zoros other swords and grabbed them to return to him after he was done with, whatever it was he was doing in the bathroom. After what felt like hours, Zoro walked out placing his sword onto his belt while looking smug at what he had done. Scarlet lifted her eyebrow in a silent question of 'does she even want to know?' before handing over the other swords.

Zoro was about to tell the woman about what he had done, but a loud sound above them brought both to look up in concern and rushed out of the room. As they drew closer to the courtyard, the sound of a battle underway could be heard. Zoro was the first one outside as he took in the sight of the boy from earlier, Luffy, fighting a bunch of marines with a woman by his side. Zoro seeing the exit from the marine base on the other side decided that the fight wasn't his problem. He almost expected the red haired woman to follow behind him but stopped as he saw her join in on the fight. Zoro started to hesitate as he glances at the exit, but remembering that the boy did free him, made him reconsider and turned around to join the fight as well.

While Zoro was still deciding on helping out or not, Scarlet had already jumped into the fight. While she usually used her pistols, the fighting was too close range for her to feel comfortable using them, as she didn't want to accidentally hit the orange haired girl or Luffy. With no guns drawn, Scarlet displayed a completely different skillset. She moved fluidly, using a mix of martial arts to disarm and disable the marines that got too close. Every once in a while, she'd use an opponent as a human shield, making others hesitate in their strikes.

The orange haired woman was surprised at the woman who suddenly joined in, worried that there was another enemy, but watched as the woman with flowing red hair flowed from one opponent to another like it was a dance. The whole time the woman had a large grin on her face, Nami couldn't help but feel in awe at the womans formidable fighting ability. Scarlet, keeping an eye on the orange haired woman to make sure she didn't get overwhelmed, became excited as she saw Zoro sliding towards Luffy's side.

With the two women watching each other's backs, and Zoro and Luffy fighting together, the remaining marines were quickly taken out. It wasn't till a large man with an axe for a hand finally made his appearance. Recognizing the man, scarlets face darkened. Zoro noticing the usually lively woman tense, raised an eyebrow. "Know him, Scarlet?" Scarlet let out an exasperated sigh. "Unfortunately. He tried to 'woo' me, if you can even call it that. When I turned him down, well, he didn't take it too well."

Luffy tilted his head in confusion. "So, he tied you up because you said no? Thats stupid." Captain Morgan, overhearing the conversation, smirked confidently. "Ah, Scarlet, I had hoped you would change your mind after being tied for a bit. You could have stood beside me with power at your fingertips."

Scarlet couldn't help the mocking smile, "And you could have been a decent human being. But I guess we don't always get what we want." Captain Morgan looked enraged at Scarlets defiance. He gestures to the people nearby, " You choose to be a common pirate instead!" Luffy couldn't help but chime in, "Yeah, we're a crew." Scarlet heard Zoros and the other red heads answer of 'not a crew', before letting out a snicker. "No enemy has ever escaped my wrath..." Morgan continued his monologue as Scarlet couldn't help but tune him out.

It was when he took his jacket off that she intervened. "No, no, no!" Zoro, Luffy and Nami all glanced at her in confusion. "Keep that coat on! Nobody wants to see that!" Nami had to stop herself from almost tripping at the woman's words. Zoro, used to the woman could only roll his eyes at her antics, and Luffy just laughed at the hilarity of it. When the coat was fully off and thrown to the ground, they all heard her give a distressed noise and a quiet "My eyes." Morgan enraged at the womans words decided to end the standoff, and thus the battle began.

Zoro immediately went to exchange blows while Scarlet and Nami went to take care of the marines that had joined the fight, leaving it the two men to fight the marine captain alone. They all fought, but scarlet couldn't help fretting over the boy Luffy and Zoro, knowing how strong their enemy was. It wasn't till she saw Luffy stretch to inhuman lengths that it hit her, Luffy had eaten a Devil Fruit! Feeling slightly better, scarlet focused on protecting the other womans back. The two women sharing a nod of understanding and thanks towards the other.

After what felt like hours, Scarlet watched as Zoro and Luffy finally fell into step and cornered the captain. With one blade to the man's neck holding him place, Luffy launched a strong punch, knocking the man out. Just like Luffy said earlier, Scarlet looked over Zoro with his third sword in his mouth, "Huh, so that's where it goes." She seemed contemplative before a smirk made its way on her face. "You know, Zoro, not everyone can handle things so.... Skillfully with their mouth." The woman wiggling her eyebrows.

Zoro paused for a moment, shot her an exasperated look, sword being put back in its place. "Really, Scarlet? Nows not the time." Scarlet chuckled, "I'm just saying, it's a... unique talent you've got there." While the group starts to make their way out of the marine base, Nami couldn't help but sigh at how the woman could be making a joke after the battle they just had. Luffy, oblivious as always, simply scratched his head. "What's so special about it? I can hold meat in my mouth!" Scarlet again let out a hearty laugh, giving Zoro a playful wink. He could only roll his eyes in response, though there was a hint of a smile on his face.

The four of them walked together to where Nami had a boat and sailed away from the island. The group had a sense that their once separate journeys had taken an unexpected turn, and the adventures that lay ahead would be filled with surprises, challenges, and newfound allies.

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