#and sailing anyway with a final goodbye

[celevrian]

Although she has seen very little of death and darkness, there is a perceptiveness which Celebrían has inherited from her mother. She is sensitive to evil, and on that vein of thought, she has a level of foresight and empathy though it is weaker than Galadriels. Now one thing is also different: sometimes she can see the ends of those she comes across. This has left her with more deaths within her mind than she has ever seen in life itself, and to a degree she knows her own fate. Additionally there's another draw back: her visions can blur reality and leave her dazed.

Then she is captured by orcs, this becomes unbearable to deal with, and it drives her just a little mad combined with the physical and mental torture she endures. The world loses its luster after she is returned, and she cannot even though she tries her best, get it back.

[wheneverfeasible]

It had just been a joke.

He’d been bleeding out, dying, the pain from the demobat bites fading as that unending cold started to seep into his limbs. He was dying and Dustin was crying over him and he didn’t want to say goodbye but what else was there to do?

Pounding footfalls and then Steve and Nancy and Robin were skidding to his side amongst the fallen demobats and Steve was telling him to hang on, to not die, that they were there. Nancy and Robin were tearing garments to wrap around his bites but he didn’t care overly much, figuring it was for nothing. Instead, he was focused on Steve’s hand in his, pleading with him to hold on, and it was clearly just him babbling, but he’d said he’d do anything Eddie wanted if he just hung on.

And really, what better time to come out as gay to your crush than on your deathbed? Or, death-patch-of-dirt anyways.

“Go on a date with me then, Harrington,” he coughed out, choking on blood that splattered on his chin. Sexy.

Steve was noticeably shocked, and confused, but he gamely agreed if Eddie just promised not to die. Eddie blacked out with a grin on his face. He’d thought that was it, thought it was all over, except then he started feeling pain again. Which fucking sucked. Kind of rude to feel pain in death, unless Hawkins had been right and he was in Hell now. Bummer.

But then he heard the beeping, felt the cold air being forced into his nostrils, and he blinked open eyes that felt glued shut. Things were all woozy and fuzzy, but he saw big brown eyes staring at him and a smile he’d never thought he’d see directed at him of all people, and Steve was holding his hand again and that was nice.

Apparently he’d been in a coma for a month. Hilarious.

Steve had told him he’d been begging him to wake back up, they all were, and Eddie was high enough on pain killers to tease, “Didn’t think I’d let you out of our date that easily did you, big boy?”

He’d fallen back asleep almost immediately afterwards, so he didn’t get to see Steve’s reaction to that one, which was probably for the best, all things considered. Except Steve kept coming back, and he kept up the joke about taking Eddie on a date once he was better, even using it as encouragement when Eddie wanted to just give up and die from the pain he was in due to the multiple surgeries he was recovering from and undergoing.

Despite all that, he slowly but surely healed, able to finally move into the small house the government’s hush money had bought for them with Wayne after they also got him cleared of all charges yadda yadda yadda. Pretty sick deal, all things considered. All it took was being framed for multiple murders done by a psychotic supervillain and nearly mauled to death by demon bats. Easy peasy.

When Steve had given him a time and date for their supposed date, Eddie was just happy that the guy was able to joke about it with him instead of freaking out in typical Straight Jock. Steve apparently acknowledged his crush and still wanted to be friends, which was better than he could hope for. Or so he thought.

Because there was Steve, on his front porch, flowers in hand and looking far spiffier than Eddie ever recalled him looking like before. It looked like he’d even gotten a haircut. Good lord.

And it was amusing really, truly it was funny how far Steve was willing to take the joke, but something broke inside Eddie too because he was For Real Super Gay For Steve Harrington, but for Steve it was Just A Joke. And Eddie couldn’t take it anymore.

He snapped, hurt by his feelings not being taken seriously, and ranted about ex-jocks and pretty straight boys who treated being queer like a joke. Though Steve looked shocked at first, he ended up just looking amused by the end, which annoyed Eddie further. He was just about to enter another diatribe when Steve cut him off with a simple sentence that took all the wind out of his sails and left him gaping like a fish.

“Thanks for calling me pretty, but I’m actually bisexual.”

Eddie blinked. Steve smiled. Flowers were pressed into his hand.

“Now, the only joke around here is thinking my date can wear sweatpants to our dinner reservations, so go change into something appropriate, Munson. Honestly.”

As Eddie was ushered to his bedroom to change into something more fitting than stained and holey sweatpants, he tried to figure out where he had, in fact, lost the narrative. Because it had just been a joke.

But somehow he had ended up with a first kiss, a real life boyfriend, and a happily ever after he never would have expected. Go figure.

[snoopychris]

three identical triplets

in which... three identical triplets are living three absolutely different lives

warnings: very light smut

August 1 was an eventful day for thirteen Greek Gods and Goddesses. the birth of three identical triplets. three identical demigods. it was unknown just exactly whos children they were. it caused an uproar between the men. there was fighting between in every hallway and chamber in all of Olympus. even hades was involved. the last time he was involved in anything was the commotion caused by the discovery of Percy Jackson a few years prior. it was loudest the empire had ever been. between the women was nothing but speculation and rumors. when everything had finally died down enough, a meeting was held, led by none other than Zeus himself. his face was flush with anger. his expression was like none other. for somebody who had his own forbidden child, he sure was involved in other peoples business. 

“is anybody gonna fess up? Is anybody going to claim the children?” silence. complete and utter silence everywhere. theres a cough heard in the room, a sign of everybody keeping their mouths shut. the silence was broken by Athena speaking, clearing her throat beforehand. “you idiots could always… visit the mother. surely one of you will recognize her, no?” she suggests, looking around the room. the Gods all nod and agree, preparing themselves to make their journey to the human world. though they could have gone if they wanted to, most of the Goddesses kept their place. the only outlier of the situation was Hera, Goddess of Marriage and Family. she, too, got ready for the trip. the goodbyes to the other Goddesses were quick, its not like there was much to talk about anyway. most of them disliked one another for ninety percent of the year.

upon arrival to the hospital room, a majority of the Gods took a step back. theyd never seen the mother in their lives. the three who remained eyed each other, shaking their heads in disbelief. there was no way they all fell for the same woman. she was sleeping now, so there was no way to ask. scientifically, there was no possible way for one mother to have three separate fathers. unfortunately for them, the rules werent quite the same. Hell, Aphrodite could think of getting someone pregnant and it would happen. no, this was different. each God standing in the hospital room was a father to one of the babies in the room. Hera scoffs at the sight of their mindless mumbling, slapping each of the three on the back of the head. “Idiots. look at the babies and just… pick one. you’ll know.” she nods, looking at the Gods in front of her. 

the first to move is Ares. he strides over to the bassinets at the edge of the bed, eying over each small child. he reaches for the baby in the middle, the connection instantly being clear to him. he nods as he kisses the top of the babies head, looking at the name tag in the plastic looking bed. “Matthew…” he whispers, nodding once more. “yeah this ones mine.” he states, setting the infant down. 

the next to move is Hermes, instantly reaching for the bassinet sitting on the far left. he doesnt even have to pick the baby up to know. “this ones mine… Nicolas…” both Gods– and Hera– look over to the remaining God, eyes widening at the lack of movement. He sighs as he walks over to the remaining newborn, reaching in to grab his tiny hand. Much to his dismay, he nods. that is indeed his child. Hera hums at him, knowing that whether he liked it or not he would have to verbally claim the child. She groans at the silence, staring daggers into his soul. “Dionysus…” she whispers, raising her eyebrows at him.

Dionysus sighs as he nods, still holding tightly onto the baby’s hand. “Christopher… my son.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the tiny hand gripping onto his thumb. August 1. An eventful day for three gods more than others. 

but that was 20 years ago. From then on it’s been smooth sailing. The Gods— Zeus, specifically— decided it would be best for everybody to separate the triplets in fear that they’d be too dangerous if they were kept together. too easy to get caught. 

Ares managed to pull enough strings to make sure Matthew stayed with his mother. his big argument was that since Hermes was the God of Traveling and Thieves, his son would be fine on his own. Ares still doesn’t know how he won that argument. Matthew Sturniolo always knew home as his mother and (adoptive) father. Every Christmas, every birthday, every big moment, it was all celebrated. he didn’t even know how much luckier he was than his brothers. he didn’t even know they existed. 

crazily enough, Dionysus was the one to keep his son with him. it was a battle won simply by stating “i’m the director of the camp anyway, i can start training young.” from day one, Christopher Sturniolo knew home as Camp Half-Blood. every moment he lived through felt like it was preplanned for him. training, a little bit of free time, more training, then a lecture from his dad about how powerful he could be. he didn’t even know how much safer he was than his brothers. he didn’t even know they existed. 

Hermes is still upset that his son got the short end of the stick. it was unfair that both other triplets got some sort of parental figure and all Nicolas got was foster homes and broken families. Hermes did his best to keep an eye on him and keep his son safe, but it was hard when he was hardly able to communicate with him. Nicolas Sturniolo had never known what a home truly was. every moment felt like another battle that would just get him back on the streets. he didn’t even know how much stronger he was than his brothers. he didn’t even know they existed. 

twenty years changes a lot of things about a lot of people. twenty years into living, Matt was getting ready to go off to college– his dorm room was just one flight of stairs away. twenty years into living, Nick was in a random alleyway, desperately trying to break into the old newspaper box for some spare money. twenty years into living, Chris was sitting in his cabin with one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen bouncing on his cock. 

three identical triplets living three completely different lives. three identical triplets in three completely different places. and yet…

“do you think that-” the same phrase repeated in three different places. 

“-you have absolutely everything you need? i mean you’re really gonna be okay all on your own?” Marylou asks, her hand making its way to matt’s cheek. she rubs her thumb around his face lovingly, her eyes full of love for the boy. standing at the entrance for his dorm, matt nods, his grip on the box in his arms tightening. “yeah mom i’m okay.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her head. he wants to keep her with him, but he knows she has to go eventually. the goodbye is bittersweet. home is all he’s ever known. he’s never been on his own. never had the freedom he has now. he’s just kinda… there. but alone this time. Matt thinks he’s gonna be just fine.

“-breaking into that thing is really going to get you enough money to get through the week?” nick jumps at the voice, turning behind him to look at the officer he’s gotten so used to seeing. “officer pete…” he whispers, setting down his bobby pin. lockpicking was the only thing he seemed to be good at. over the years, it got him all the way through highschool when his foster homes wouldnt. “Nicolas youre a good kid… i dont wanna cuff you but sometimes you just… leave me no other choice.” the officer speaks, earning a groan and an eye roll from nick. “if i just leave empty handed we call it a day right?” a nod. Nick hopes he’s gonna be just fine. 

“-im gonna get claimed next summer?” you whisper, hands still sitting on chris’ chest as you continue to move up and down. chris sighs and throws his head back, pushing your hands gently. “you seriously cannot be riding me while thinking of who your parents are.” his cabin was quiet since he was the only camper, the only noises coming from the squelching between your legs. you frown down at him, gripping onto his chin. “we’re not all lucky enough to live with our dad.” you joke. chris chuckles as he switches the position, taking control of the situation. the conversation can be had later. looking down at you, Chris knows he’s gonna be just fine.

with each passing day, the Camp Half-Blood was getting more and more calm. the campers were finally settled in just as they were beginning to leave. there were always people like you and chris who stayed all year round just cause that’s the way it was. you sat with the other campers in the Hermes cabin, eying chris from across the dining pavilion, pushing your food across the plate. there was nothing appetizing about it anyway. an announcement was being made, something you didn’t care enough to listen to. Chris’ eyes mirror yours, widening when you hear your name called. there’s new campers. there’s never new campers this late in the summer. you lick your lips as you make your way to the front of the pavillion, meeting with Chiron and Dionysus himself. it’s evident to everybody in proximity that your voice is filled with confusion when you speak. “new campers? today? but it’s August 1.” 

a/n: new au series! percy jackson was my book series in elementary school so this is what we get. minimal percy jackson knowledge needed really. theres gonna be mentions of characters from the series here and there but you dont need to watch the show or read the books to understand my au. special thanks to @muwapsturniolo and @bernardsbendystraws and @sturnslutz and @zebonos! kiss kiss! -gen

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[theshipsong]

suit of cups | vi

basil hawkins x f!reader. childhood friends/crewmates canon au. selfship; reader is an astrologer and explicitly racialized while he isn't. wc 1.5k | est. 5 min read

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The Hawkins Pirates were effectively on hiatus after barely making out of the arctic circle with their captain's modest bounty of 40 million berries. Their shipwright, helmsman, and Faust were docked at a North Blue shipyard with their sloop for repairs and renovations. Since the cat Mink's family moved south, Hawkins made his homecoming after three years away alone and under cover. It was difficult enough to stay in touch without some Navy captain tapping his communications, but the last he heard from you was a vague "studying!"

Now Hawkins knew why you withheld so much detail.

"What the hell are you wearing?" you said, nodding at his pauldron.

"That's what I was going to say." He ripped the Marine cap off your head, sending your hair flying. "Are you in debt?"

"Hey!" You stood on your tiptoes and hopped up and down to try and get it back, to no avail. Hawkins finally stopped growing and now stood half a meter taller than you. You huffed. "I can explain."

You hadn't lost your mind and joined the Navy, but allowed a cadet to think he was recruiting you so you could steal his maps and course texts.

"So why does that entail dressing like a Marine?" Hawkins grumbled.

"It's his," you said with a shrug, and he froze. You didn't notice, or pretended not to. "He hardly has anything. It's his CO who knows more 'cause he's trying to transfer to the G-1, and—"

Hawkins threw the cap into the harbor like a boomerang.

He expected you to smack him in the arm like you used to, but instead you crossed yours and looked at him with one raised eyebrow.

"Sorry," he deadpanned.

"I'm sure."

You said it with a laugh in your voice, not upset at all, and grabbed his hand in yours, interlacing your slim fingers with his.

You were still so warm, like sunrise in winter.

It was past sunset. Hawkins wore a cloak to hide his distinctive hair and brow, but his presence at your side did plenty to identify him anyway. The nearest Navy outpost, where he assumed your mark was stationed, was a few islands away. On the walk to your home you murmured to Hawkins that they inconsistently watched his mother's house since he got his bounty, thought nothing more than a pair of Marines visiting town with an obvious detour to its outskirts.

If your immediate family's tolerance for him waned through the years, it was never worse than now with a bounty to his name. Their elders, on the other hand, welcomed Hawkins back like a son, a foolish, presumptuous part of him whispered as the pair of you helped them set up a low dining table in the yard. His mother joined after her shift was over to eat her fill and went home ahead of him for additional caution.

"You're ready?" he asked quietly as you hugged him good night.

You nodded. "All packed."

There was no way of knowing precisely when, but the plan was for Faust and the others to sail by without dropping anchor some night around the new moon, which gave you a few days to say your goodbyes—more bitter than sweet, with your mentor dead—and Hawkins a few days' rest, and time with his mother.

A more ostentatious sort of pirate would have returned with jewels for the women he loved. Instead he was as awkward and practical as he'd always been, still a boy at twenty-three. The one time Hawkins went to the trouble of sending berries home was for the funeral of the first tarot reader he saw; otherwise, he buried exchanged gold in a location known only to him and his mother.

For you, he only had the world.

🜄

After meeting the skeleton crew of Hawkins Pirates who'd returned so far, Hawkins showed you to your room like he wasn't quietly floored by the changes made to the ship that had carried him for the better part of three years. One of them was a cramped office stuffed to the gills with a twin-sized bed and built-in bookshelves.

"Not fair, captain!" Faust had crowed.

"She's not bunking with you brutes," Hawkins said, feeling color rise up the back of his neck at his own hypothetical, you in a cold dorm full of men. Yes, he trusted his crew, but—

"How proper," you teased. "But you couldn't have recruited another girl?"

You unpacked a trunk full of ephemerides and other references, celestial and terrestrial, while Hawkins leaned against the door frame. There was so little space that he would only hinder, and really he should leave you alone and explore the newly-christened Grudge Dolph for himself. He was a self-conscious at its styling, but their shipwright was enthusiastic. But he preferred to examine you.

You knew your legs were pretty, didn't you, with how you stuck to short skirts, and the one you wore now hiked up as you tiptoed to reach the high shelves. You wore a bit of makeup, now, just lightly lining your already huge eyes so they looked massive. And you wore heeled boots that boosted you a mere few inches, not enough to make a difference if he wanted to kiss you—he did, desperately—but enough to draw a gloriously long silhouette for such a short woman. His favorite thing of all, your hair, was wavier than ever before, dark as the arctic sea.

"You're staring," you said without turning around.

For some reason, he didn't feel ashamed. "Can't I?"

"Just you," you said cheekily. "Captain."

Despite your tone, he frowned. "You don't have to come. I know things change—"

"Oh, don't act like you're giving me an out," you said. "It's us, isn't it?"

Those words were the strongest binding spell Hawkins could think of.

"Besides, my grandparents think we eloped."

Hawkins truly thought he misheard. "Excuse me?"

"That was functionally a wedding dinner. They're already confused I didn't go with you right away. We can't turn around now."

While he was lured by the thought, he shook his head. "I drew The High Priestess for you."

"Mm. And you're taking it to mean I'm doomed to spinsterdom?"

He was a little caught out, not used to hearing such talk from you. "You're meant for greater things. The Grand Line."

The pirate king's right hand.

Hawkins didn't verbalize such ambitions, but his crew and onlookers whispered their opinions as he conquered his home sea.

"And did you have any such reminders? Warnings?"

You didn't react to the confession that he never stopped drawing three cards for himself and three for you, every day, for three years. Sometimes he made a cross, as if your paths could meet while he sailed further and further from you. Like you were still conjoined, you gripping him like you didn't want him to leave, and he almost took you with him anyway.

The more accurate his personal readings seemed, the more leeway he had to worry about you when the Five of Coins proved to mean a dry spell for his growing crew, or the Nine of Swords mocked him after a sleepless night. Justice glared up at him for you one day, and he hoped it worked in your favor; he couldn't help wondering what could possibly be meant by the Two of Cups without him there.

The day he saw you again, he drew the Two of Swords and the Two of Wands—two different crossroads. For him, a difficult, contradictory choice; for you, the precipice of a journey.

"The Devil."

"Because you're known for your excesses."

Hawkins chuckled, to put you at ease more than anything, because he saw stranger and stranger characters as he approached the Red Line. He wouldn't be surprised to see a gargantuan, horned beast peering down at him with a torch or bat in hand.

"I have one last thing for you," he said.

"This is already so much, Hawkins, really—"

"The left desk drawer."

You slid it open and Hawkins heard the clatter of its contents sliding across the wood. You gasped as you held it up to the light, a silver dagger with an amethyst at its hilt, sheathed in a black leather scabbard.

"It will be dangerous," he said seriously. "You need to hold your own to be a pirate, but I'll protect you when I can."

When you were both younger, he might have promised more—he did. But now he knew the sea had its price.

You nodded. "Is there someone who can teach me to use it? Faust—"

"Me," Hawkins said. "You can cut me. I won't bleed."

"Um," you started, "how?"

He left your door cracked as he went to tour his new-old ship.

[average-mako-enjoyer]

I keep thinking about Kaidan's character arc and how important his struggle with survivor's guilt is to it.

The whole trilogy literally begins with him losing his subordinate (Jenkins) for the first time, and it obviously hits him hard.

Kaidan is the head of the Marine detail on the Normandy, which means that every Marine on board, their safety and comfort is his responsibility. Sure, the Normandy is the new ship, but you can't just put a bunch of people on board and sail them off on their first mission. It takes a lot of preparation and team building to make that work, so realistically, before Jenkins' death, Kaidan spent weeks and weeks with these guys, trying to make a connection and get them to trust him (with their lives).

He spent every day of the week with these guys, and he was the one who comforted them after Jenkins' death, both as their officer and as someone who was present when Jenkins was killed and as someone who literally pronounced him dead. The whole brunt of this fell on Kaidan's shoulders because Shepard was unconscious after the contact with the beacon, and that's another reason for Kaidan to feel terrible about the whole event: He not only lost his subordinate during this mission, he almost lost his commanding officer, and now he has to explain it all to Anderson and the crew. It's brutal.

Also, the way he talks about the whole event afterwards is very telling. He says: "I served for years, but never lost a soldier under my command. Not to hostile action, anyway." There's a trauma here. What kind of action did you lose soldiers to, Kaidan?

And after all that, he loses Ashley, who is also a soldier under his command, and also Jenkins' replacement on board.

Kaidan asks, "How could we just leave her down there?" and "Why me? Why not her?" And when Shepard says it was their call, Kaidan says, "If I had done my job, you wouldn’t have had to make that call."

He blames himself for this situation, he feels survivor's guilt, and you can only imagine how much worse it gets when Shepard tells him to evacuate with the crew after the Normandy is attacked by the Collectors. Kaidan follows that order and survives. Shepard does not.

In ME2, that same guilt is absolutely part of why Shepard's betrayal hurts him so much. Not only because Kaidan (or Ashley), unlike every other ME1 squadmate, actively went looking for Shepard and made a lot of personal sacrifices to make that meeting possible (I need to write a separate post about that, don't I?), not only because Kaidan is apparently not worthy enough to be contacted by Shepard, but also because Kaidan did not protect Shepard, and now Shepard is with the enemy.

And then ME3 happens, and Kaidan's students go MIA, and they die, and he has to deal with that same guilt again. I feel very strongly that all these years after Shepard's death, he has tried to do his job well enough so that nobody has to make tough calls, but this war is just one big tough call, and he tries to deal with that fact, and he struggles terribly (especially in the deleted scene).

Kaidan's whole journey through the Reaper War is about trying to deal with the absolute loss of control and the guilt. He didn't save Jenkins, he didn't save Ash, he didn't save Shepard's life, and he didn't save Shepard from Cerberus, and he didn't help Shepard with the Collectors.

And now he can't help his students, and he can't even help his mother, but maybe he can finally help Shepard and be there for Shepard in their last moments, and he comes to terms with that ("We both know this is goodbye."; oh, the way his voice breaks in that moment...). But then Shepard leaves him again, and there's nothing Kaidan can do about it. Absolutely nothing.

Ouch.

[moonydustx]

Hello! I just read law proposing to reader and it's so sweet like-- I wanna cty-

Anyway... what happens on their honeymoon? Would they dock at an island for like a week or so? Just so the two newly weds have some time alone? Or they'd keep sailing after the ceremony? Like- I imagine both happening but I wanna know what you think.

Hi dear anon, sorry for the delay in responding, I was sick this week and everything was delayed.

For me, there are two versions: the ones they would continue to navigate immediately after the ceremony, but I also think mainly that their friends would never let the honeymoon go unnoticed. I also like to think that even after the wedding was over, Law would take short days to spend just with his S/O, locked in the room enjoying each other's presence.

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The proposal - the honeymoon (part 3)

Part 1 - Part 2

warnings: brief allusion to sex, but nothing explicit or detailed.

The archipelago filled the horizon more and more as Polar Tang approached. From afar you could see a huge park and what looked like the beach packed with people. You weren't yet used to the idea that came from the minds of Shachi and Penguin - which you soon discovered involved Nami, Robin, Ikkaku. The strong breeze ruffled the layers of the sundress you were wearing, it was also strange not to be wearing a crew jumpsuit.

"The bags are packed." Law's voice took your attention away from the destination you were arriving at.

"I mean, the suitcase. The only one." you grumbled. "What did they do?"

"I'm curious too." Law turned you back to contemplate the sea on the deck and taking advantage of the fact that you were alone, he placed quick kisses on your shoulder.

"Look on the bright side." You grabbed his chin, stroking the little beard that was there. "At least we'll have a few days just for the two of us."

"Ah, finally." He let his head fall under your shoulder, making you laugh openly.

The wedding had been incredible, including the banquet. You just didn't expect the amount of sake to be too much, even if you had ten Zoros as friends. As the night went on, you, Law and practically everyone else had more alcohol than they should have in their blood. The two of you left the party amidst whistles and jokes about the wedding night, but when you reached the room you barely had the strength to take off your dress, just as Law remained with his suit and tie turned in a funny way.

After that, you dealt with all the mess that a wedding can bring and finished restocking the Polar Tang before heading on your way. Combined with all the tiredness and accumulated responsibilities, you and Law still hadn't had the wedding night you'd dreamed of - not even 10 minutes of honeymoon.

"We're here!" you both heard Bepo scream and soon went to disembark from Polar Tang.

While you carried your small bag, Law dragged a not so big suitcase that carried some of the two of your clothes.

"Here are the keys and the address, there's a little map there." Ikkaku placed them both in your hands. "We left you a schedule and also some clothes."

"This is amazing guys."

"So, I'll see you in a week." Law asked and everyone immediately agreed. "Bepo is in charge. Any problems, and I mean any problems, just get in touch."

After a quick goodbye, the two of you headed towards the aforementioned address. Even though he wasn't much for public displays of affection, especially close to strangers, Law took your hand as you dodged fruit baskets and running children. The town fair looked lovely and you hoped you would have some time to explore it at your leisure.

"It seems to be here." the two of you stopped in front of a small wooden door. Law took the lead and opened it, taking the key from your hand.

It was a small but cozy house. As far as he could see, there was a small kitchen full of plants, a sofa and a den den mushi that transmitted video. A shelf with books and more flowers. In the distance you could also see two closed doors, which must have been the room where you were going to stay.

"I hope you like it. The fridge has some things ready and we left some things in the wardrobe too." his attention turned to Law, who had found a small note on the table. "What do you say we see what they got up to?"

"Sounds perfect to me." you took the lead and opened the fridge. Your bag was already thrown somewhere on the table, just as you could see that Law had already gotten rid of his bag.

Inside the fridge you found some alcoholic drinks, some fruit and a huge jar of chocolates that were your favorites. Further down you could see some bottles of wine too.

"Well, that's a great start." you put one in your mouth and approached Law, wanting to put a piece on his lips.

"I prefer this one." He took your lips in a quick kiss. You could complain, but it was undeniable that the sweet chocolate seemed much tastier when it was wrapped around his lips. "Delicious."

"Come on, we have a room to explore." you took his hand heading towards the closed doors.

"Indeed, we do" the malice in his words didn't go unnoticed and as much as you could feel your cheeks blushing, you also wanted to finally enjoy some time alone.

Behind the doors was a huge room. A dark, shaggy rug on the floor and a huge bed that could easily fit the two of you and leave room left. The window on the opposite side of the bed offered a beautiful view of the island, and you could even see the sea with your eyes.

"Wow, it's so beautiful." you laughed as you saw Law throw himself onto the bed and his body sink. "You look comfortable my love."

"Not only does it look good, it's actually good. Did you find anything out there?" he asked as soon as he saw you standing in front of the rustic and large closet that was at the other end of the room.

"I'm about to find out."

You opened the two wardrobe doors, finding some dresses that looked comfortable, hanging along with some other pieces. On the other side, some flowery t-shirts made of the same light fabric were piled up for Law. You also saw flip-flops, sunscreen, and some cosmetics.

"Just some clothes, some things… Wait." you bent down, grabbing a small black box from underneath what would be your side of the wardrobe.

Your surprise didn't go unnoticed by Law, who quietly got up and stood behind you, who didn't notice the movement. Inside the black box were several tiny panties - which most appreciate just threads and jewelry sewn together - some things that looked like lubricants, handcuffs and various other sex toys.

"Now that's interesting." Law's low voice whispered in your ear, making you shiver. One of his hands attached itself to your waist, while the other went to the box.

"I'm going to find out which one of them did this." you replied, feeling your body burn with shyness. However, the way you felt Law pull your body against his indicated what plans he had in mind.

"Leave that for later." his lips went down to your neck, while one of his hands reached into the small box. "I bet you'd look even hotter in this one." he held up a small white piece and handed it to you. His hand then went back to the box and grabbed the pair of handcuffs.

"What do you want to do?" your hands found his hat and slid down to where the dark strands of his hair appeared.

"Now that we're married, you're stuck with me." Again, his lips descended dangerously on the back of your neck. "I think it's time to make this more literal."

That morning ended exactly the same way as the evening of the same day and many other moments throughout the week. You still hadn't realized how much being confined inside a submarine could take away certain freedoms from both of you. The two of you woke up tangled up, soon after you were on the beach; You would go back to your room and decide to continue the activity with a view of the sea, then choose one of the small shops for dinner. Kitchen, living room, sofa, bathroom. You would make a point of thanking whoever had chosen the house.

The moon lit up the room and no matter how much sleep was present, you couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because of the small sadness that occupied your heart when you knew that it was the last night you would spend there and that the next day you would leave, maybe it was the noise of music coming from outside, but it was probably an uncomfortable noise coming from the kitchen.

As you watched Law, you could see that he was far away in the dream world. His tattooed back was lit by the moon and the only thing stopping him from being completely naked was a sheet over him. You stood up and put on panties - normal this time - and a black shirt that had been on your husband's body for a few hours ago.

You looked in every corner of the kitchen and found nothing, nothing that could be making such a mess at that hour. When you reached the sofa you then realized. A tiny black ball of fur, huddled next to one of the rugs, caught your attention.

"Oh no." You picked up what was supposed to be a small black cat kitten, on one of its paws there were some thorns. "Let me help you."

You first tried hard to remove the thorns, but were unsuccessful as the cat complained every time you touched the injured area. Soon after, you tried to find the litter he belonged to, but there was no sign of a cat around the house. Only one solution ran through his mind. You left the cat on the sofa and went in search of Law, you just didn't expect to find him already leaving the room.

"Everything is fine?" he asked, still drowsy, trying to understand your disappearance from the bed.

"We need to talk."

"Now?" he looked indignant, still yawning.

"I want to have a baby." As soon as the words left his mouth, Law's color seemed to leave him along with the sleep he seemed to be feeling. His mouth opened and closed a few times, searching for words. "No, not that. A baby, a kitten. He's alone, he's hurt and I don't know what to do."

"Okay… I understand" he accepted almost automatically, still stuck in his first conception of what a baby would be. "I just wouldn't go around informing anyone like that."

"I'm just a little anxious, help me, love, please." You pouted making the task almost irresistible for him. "I don't know what else to do."

"Let me see him." Law followed you to the couch and saw the little ball of fur bundled up. "Hey man, you don't look good."

"I tried to take it away, I tried to give it food, but he won't let me touch his paw."

"Wait for me in the room, maybe you don't like seeing it." Law asked and even though you were reluctant, you nodded and walked away from the two.

It took more minutes than you expected and you had probably already walked around the entire room more than ten times when Law opened the door, bringing the small cat and a small pot in your hands.

"Someone was hungry." He sat down and placed the kitten on the floor, next to the pot that looked like some crushed fruit.

"Thank you my love." you hug him, placing countless kisses on Law's head. "We need to buy food for him."

"Is he really going with us?" Law turned up, finding an expression that made it clear that the decision had already been made. "What will it be called?"

"I'll let you choose. But think carefully first." Law untangled your arms from him, just so he could place you sitting on his legs.

"Thank you my dear."

"For letting you choose the name?"

"Not only that, but for choosing me." He still held you close, as if he was afraid you were going to disappear. "For choosing to love me and of course, for growing our family."

-- Extra 01

"So, did you like the gifts?" Ikkaku took your arm and pulled you away from the others. The boys seemed more entertained by the little cat than by your return.

"Was you?!"

"It was and I hope you brought everything back because the owner of the house is a nice old lady, she doesn't need to know about these things."

"Well, I brought the toys and a single panty." you replied, the victorious smile was clear on your lips.

"One? Just one? Did you miss all the others?"

"I didn't lose them, they're just no longer usable." you responded as naturally as possible, laughing as you saw the meaning of the words reach your friend. "Actually two, the first one I think Law wanted to keep as a souvenir."

"Oh God, no, I won't think about that." She left apparently traumatized and leaving you laughing about the situation.

--Extra 02

You had already done your tasks in the command room, updated your medicine stock and it was almost lunch time. As you approached your room, you knew that Law wouldn't be that busy at this time and it would be a great time to have lunch together. You just didn't expect to find him holding the cat on the table, the small black cat resting on both paws, as if the feline were a toy fighting with two other action figures.

"And the warrior Sora took down the…" Law - and the cat - noticed your present. "I was just.. Sora and I were just having fun." He tried to find a justification, making you laugh even more.

[fanaticdragonrider]

dont have a title yet

Post-httyd 3: Eretlout before and after marriage.

Eret and Snotlouts relationship is strange, complicated. But they mend it and fix it as they go.

thanks to @julesisblue for being a beta-reader!

“Snotlout husband of Eret” didn’t sound so bad.

Snotlout flipped through the pages.. colors upon colors, and how to achieve those hues from flowers and clay. a variety of wedding ideas Snotlout bunched up in a leather folder he never thought he needed.

Junglehouse blue? Too tacky. Pink? They were both men! Red? Looks like a love inn. He needed the perfect color pallet, he was going to be finally betrothed. 

Eret loves the ocean, doesn’t he? He’ll keep the baby blue for the banner, oh yeah— It’s all coming together.

Gold for Snotlout and blue for Eret, Snotlout laid down on the wooden floor with a soft smile nobody has ever knew, he never thought he would get married. But Eret wants to!

The viking imagined how the smell of the ocean would calm the sailors and how the soft cloth would be placed upon their hands to make Snotlout the coolest most manly viking husband.

Or so he thought.

The wedding was cancelled, or at least Snotlout felt like it was- when in reality it was postponed till next week.

“It was rainin yaks and dragons!” Gobber said to Gothi in the great hall, Waving his wooden hand as if the officiator could change the weather. Gothi was already bored of his constant complaining, can’t an old woman sit in peace? Weddings never go as planned anyways.

Snotlout’s eyes were brighter than usual.

The crackling of fire couldn’t muffle the angry voices in his head, yelling at Thor for the lightning and storms— it couldn’t even muffle his shame.

while his outstretched legs were warmed up by the great halls fire. He felt Eret walk casually from gobbers stressed yapping to Snotlouts quiet rage.

Eret clenched his jaw. A rain-soaked Snotlout on the floor didn’t help.

Snotlout had spent 1 minute thanking thor for not going outside in his wedding attire and another minute sulking in front of the great halls hearth. 

Erets sweet accent snapped Snotlout out of his thoughts as he sat behind him. “Lad.. the wedding will be held soon enough, no?”

Snotlout wanted to be hugged from the back, his eyes became softer. From icy to something with warmth.

If it wasn’t Eret, Snotlout would have bitten his face off as soon as he sat down behind him, instead the shorter viking leaned back into Erets chest silently.

“Its so humiliating—“ A mumble left Snotlout

“No, Lout its not.”

“Thor always had it out for me, i was struck by lightning 14 times! And now this, Eret!” he cried out.

Sometimes life is unfair.

Everyone felt bad for them both.. the rain outside was strong and sudden, they couldn’t even reschedule for a later date in time.

And yet- Eret was hopeful for some sort of relief.. the pain Snotlout endured might become a gift. Despite him deserving it most of the time

…

Despite everything, they still got betrothed.. needless to say a viking and a sailor didn’t know what to do during a honeymoon so they decided to just sail with Erets old crewmates, who surprisingly adored Snotlout.

There were lanterns and sweets to wave them a warm goodbye near the docks, Erets place.

Fishlegs scratched his chin “But why? Honeymoons are for fun!”

despite the tradition being for the blessing of a son in the maidens womb.

Eret shrugged but the shorter viking wasn’t so merciful.

“First of all, FISHFACE! I like honeymoons because i get to have a great time and rub it in your faces.” Snotlout offendedly pointed at fishlegs.

“And just because i wont have a sappy smoochy honeymoon doesn’t make me any less of a viking! So you better be thank-!”

Snotlout was interrupted by his husband.

“You’ve done enough for today.” Erets voice somehow tamed Snotlout. As he was steered towards the ship.

Snotlout let out a soft laugh and waved everyone off as he boarded the ship. It wasn’t a usual occurrence to hear him laugh with so much love, it was usually filled with mockery or it was a victory laugh. But this one was different.

Snotlout was lulled to sleep by the noises of the ship. Crewmates chatting, the oceans tide rising and the ship gently rocking, creaking.. He wondered how babies felt when they were sung lullabies and rocked by their mothers. Was this it? 

He felt warm, his round nose right next to Erets old beige fur coat that smelled like the ocean, it was soft and warm as he snuggled deeper into the bed. Staring at the moon from the round window on the swaying ship. Wondering how many times Eret went to the sea.

Eret has been more busy lately, he felt a little jealous. They got married but he still wanted attention! But the only way he could find peace in knowing he cant choke Eret out for leaving him alone for so long is hugging the sailors old clothes.

Eret kept moving, always looking forward— as if stillness could kill him, he would hear the cracking of whips and dragons.

Snotlout couldn’t seem to figure out why..

He didn’t understand.. Eret knew all of Snotlout, from his body to his head. But Snotlout sometimes wished he could see Erets slavemark for more than a few seconds before the candle is snuffed out, ask him, tell him it reminds him of hookfang.

 He feels guilty, guilty for not knowing his husband more. What if someone knew Eret better than Snotlout did? Would Eret go to them instead?

He loved Eret in a pathetic and desperate, Snotlout-like way.

[douwatahima]

thinking about episode one of our flag means death ending with "high on a rocky ledge"; a song about taking a leap of faith, dying and being reborn, in order to make a new life with the person you love

thinking about ed, crying in a blanket fort, clinging to a life that's been ripped away from him, thinking he'll die if he doesn't, being asked by a friend, "what if it's not a death? what if life just begins again?"

thinking about stede, spending all of season one stuck between the life society told him he should want and the new life he's created for himself, devising a plan to kill his old self completely so he can go find the man he now knows that he loves

thinking about ed drowning in the gravy basket, fighting against the rock he himself tied around his own waist, getting saved by the sound of stede's voice and the vision of stede that comes to meet him where he is, that stays with him until he's ready to open his eyes

thinking about anne and mary, stuck in a cycle of sadistic games, not communicating how they really feel, finally showing real love to each other when anne burns down the life that's suffocating them and sets them free

thinking about buttons, telling ed "to love the sea as she should be loved requires change", performing seemingly impossible acts of magic to achieve his goal and turning into a seagull before flying off towards the sea

thinking about lucius, stuck in a cycle of reliving his suffering, being told he never talks about how he lived, being told "not moving on is worse", choosing to change and marking that change by asking pete to spend the rest of his life with him

thinking about ed trying to constantly reject parts of himself, to cut out the pieces that keep him up at night, hearing the echoes of stede's screams in his own mind and choosing to embrace his darkness for love this time, rising from the depths of the sea (edward teach reborn on a beach) and immediately coming across a letter from stede echoing back that he is loved he is loved he is loved

thinking about ed and stede waving goodbye to a ship as it sails away and choosing again to change, to try for a life of their own making but this time together as one, starting from the bottom, unsure where to begin, but smiling anyway; "it's got good bones"

thinking about that constant cycle (death and rebirth, death and rebirth), about how it's never too late to become who you are, about how change can seem scary, near impossible at times, but knowing on the other side there is the potential for freedom, for happiness, for love

"dying to be with her wasn't any sacrifice" indeed

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Mafia Front for wipw please?

WIP Wednesday (6/18)| Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 330)

"—Miss me." Kevin finishes lamely. Something intense flashes across Andrew's features. Kevin can't identify but he braces himself to be filleted.

"In case you've forgotten, we were attached at the hip for over a year. How could I not miss you?" Andrew's voice comes out almost like gravel through a blender. Kevin had never heard it injected with such emotion.

Kevin stares at him and wishes he could go back re-do something. He wouldn't trade his time with the Trojans for anything, but... He traded the Foxes so easily. Threw them all away. He lets out a breath.

"I was afraid if I stayed I would lose you anyway. So I took myself out of the equation before you had a chance to do it yourself. You always called me a coward and you were right! I should've stayed. I should've done a lot of things. But since I can't change the past, I just need you to know I'm sorry. And I mean it. Bottom of my heart, Andrew."

Having said his piece, there is nothing more for Kevin to do. He watches Andrew's face for a moment longer, then looks behind him to count the dishes on the counter. Four plates, four forks, three glasses. 

No. That's wrong. 

Where's the last one?

At last Kevin spots a lonely glass on the other side of the sink and relaxes. Four glasses. A skillet, a spatula, a bowl. 

Finally, Andrew breaks the silence with a simple, "You're an idiot, Kevin Day."

"I wonder how many times you've said that."

"Oh, at least a hundred. And I meant it every time." Andrew says, making Kevin's mouth twitch. Andrew puts himself in Kevin's space, just the way he used to, and looks up at him. "There was no losing me. Yes means yes, no means no. I did not say no."

"I didn't give you a chance to say anything." Kevin breathes. Andrew tilts his head in a considering way.

"You didn't. If you'd stayed maybe we would've talked about it after. We might have done something about it, or maybe we would've pretended it never happened. Maybe I would've signed with the Jaguars the first time they called. But you didn't. And we didn't. So I didn't."

Kevin swallows. "Andrew, I—"

"I am not moving to New York. I'm done following you around. That ship sailed the night you disappeared. And just like you, it never came back to port." Andrew steps backwards, towards the alley door. "Tell Neil I said goodbye. See that? It only took a second to say."

That wasn't what Kevin was going to ask, but he doesn't bother correcting Andrew. Instead Kevin blinks hard and his throat burns when he says, "Bye, Andrew."

The goalie gives him a long, long, last look then shoves the door open. "Too late."

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

E Rated Fics Masterlist (52)

Part 1 -Part 45 / Part 46 / Part 47 / Part 48 / Part 49 / Part 50 / Part 51 /

Created: May 27th, 2024

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Ain’t it Funny-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: Peeta is the Baker's bastard Seam son. Katniss is the Miner's merchant daughter. This story is based on oh-wellau's Funny How it Goes. Starting after the end of Chapter 3. Birthday Surprises-Pikelet184 (ao3) Summary: Growing up, Katniss Everdeen’s birthday had always been her favorite day of the year, spending it with the people who meant the most to her and doing the things she loved. These days, though, it was nothing more than an aching reminder of the people she’d loved who’d then left her without so much as even a goodbye. First, her father. Then Peeta, whose sudden disappearance from her life when they were 17 cut almost as deep as her father’s death. But now Peeta’s back. And there are 6 years of history that they’ll need to overcome if there’s any hope for them. Children of Paradise-OfPearlsAndShoelaces (ao3) Summary: Stranded alone on a lush tropical island, young children Katniss and Peeta live a simple and fulfilling life together. As burgeoning teenagers, their once easy and carefree relationship blossoms into something much more. An Everlark retelling of "The Blue Lagoon." Cursed-OfPearlsAndShoelaces (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta end their Victory Tour with an encounter from a mysterious fortuneteller in the Capitol. When they wake the next morning, they're not quite... themselves. This is Everlark: freaky Friday style. Canon divergent AU. Destiny Is All (may the gods be ever in your favor)-oh_so_loverly (ao3) Summary: “Danes,” Peada gestures upstream, “A Dane-ship, sailing inland!” “Raiders?” one of the men asks. “Coastal scouts should have sent word.” “The fog?” another guesses. “Trading vessels,” Peersen scoffs. “No!” Peada insists. “They are high in the water!” Or, The Last Kingdom AU: Peeta and Katniss's Anglo-Saxon world is about to be turned upside-down by a Danish Viking invasion. Hope-papofglencoe (ao3) Summary: It took five, ten, fifteen years… It would have been easier to let go. But Peeta wanted them so badly.

Wild Flowers-LilyMaid (ao3) Summary: Part of the This Would Have Happened Anyway Winter Challenge. Peeta and Katniss finally get a chance to talk openly on their way home after their first Games. Wreck & Ruin-JennaGill (ao3) Summary: “When I tell you….you'll look at me differently. You'll see me as wounded and I'm not. Not anymore. And I don't want you to think of me like that. I'd like you to see me as a friend.” Peeta Mellark has struggled with moving on from his childhood. Can he do it with peer counselor Katniss Everdeen? Modern AU. Rated E for language, adult content, emotional and physical child abuse, and disturbing violence toward a child.

In The Middle-papofglencoe (ao3)

Summary: The only mercy in all of this was that she hadn’t been outside to see it. Or to hear it. It was bad enough she was seeing him bleed, could see the tracks his tears had carved through his caked and clotted face paint. He was just thankful she didn’t know she was the reason why.

Mile High-papofglencoe (ao3)

Summary: When Katniss Everdeen boards Pan Em Flight 1213, the last thing she expects is to be flying a mile high with Peeta Mellark.

[everlasting-rainfall]

I'm imaging a platonic version of your pages au with Whitebeard...

Maybe the book is about found family with a "larger than life" pirate who adopts the MC and Whitebeard reads it during his medical appointments and believes it's about him and his "new daughter", so he tracks down the author and abducts her so she can join her new family.

Any thoughts? 👀

OH MY GOD, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I ADORE PLATONIC YANDERE’S LIKE THEY MAKE ME 🎆🎇🎆!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Thank you so much for sending this ask in, dearie!! I’ll make sure that it’s a lot of fun to read!! And for any of you reading this, feel free to send in some more stuff about platonic yandere’s especially if it’s Familial Yandere’s!

God, I love it so much!! It’s so freaking cute!!

Anyways before I start exploding like fireworks sprayed with a flamethrower, let’s get into it! Shall we?

I hope this is what you want! Also keep in mind that there’s no romance here, it’s all Platonic!!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Delusions, Kidnapping, Getting Heavily Babied, Character Death, Spoilers for Marineford, No Chance of Escape, Trapped Forever

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Okay so let’s say that the books are still about romance like there’s still the Pirate versus Marine love story but you decided to take a break from writing about that story to focus on something else like maybe you wrote a new book in the series

And this book entirely focuses on the main character getting separated from the love interests like maybe there was an accident at sea that made the MC fall overboard and they wind up being found by like this other group

This group takes them in and they’re kinda hostile at first but they become more trusting and caring over time eventually deciding to basically adopt the MC into the group as like the youngest sibling to the parent of the group

It doesn’t last forever though as at the end of the book, there’s a tearful goodbye between the main character as they’ve been found by the pirate and the marine so they have to return to their old life, a promise is made to not forget them and the group even helps the main character and their friends escape some pursuing enemies

End on a note of the parental figure of the group watching as the main character vanishes into the distance with their love interests and quietly saying “May you always find happiness, my dear son/daughter” or something to that extent

So with enough time, this book eventually lands in the hands of Whitebeard like let’s say that Marco got it for him to keep him from getting bored during his medical appointments and he appreciates the gift from his son so I’d say that he reads it

Like he’s sitting there getting a check up for his health and at first, he’s a little bored especially as he has no clue what’s going on due to this being a book later on in the series but he does know that he doesn’t like the Pirate or the Marine as they both seem annoying to him

He was about to put the book down and never touch it again but figured that he had about an hour left on the appointment so he might as well keep reading so he does getting to the part where the MC meets the group and gets taken in

Now he’s getting a bit interested and so he keeps reading getting more and more interested, he’s actually smiling quite a bit when the Main Character gets adopted into the group as the youngest sibling but when he finally reaches the end of the book and finds out that the Main Character leaves with the two characters that he finds annoying

God, you practically see the despair in his eyes…

His hopes perk up a little when he reads that the group arrives to save the Main Character and the two annoying ones (his words, not mine) from an enemy as he thinks that the leader of the group might take the MC back telling the two of them to get lost

But instead, the MC sails off into the distance and Whitebeard is left staring at the final sentence of the book alongside the illustration of the leader of the group looking off into the sunset

He can’t stand the idea of this and when he finds out this is a series of books, he remains somewhat hopeful that maybe the MC will go back to the group to be part of their family again so he asks Marco to buy the other books in the series when they reach a new island

Marco does of course and gives them to Whitebeard so now anytime that he’s bored or getting a medical appointment, he picks up one of the books and starts reading in hopes that what he wants will happen but alas… No such thing happens…

Throughout the books, there is brief mention of the group but they never appear again as maybe that book didn’t do too well with the audience that primarily reads your books or you just didn’t wanna include them again

The MC never goes back to the group, it’s enough to make this poor old man’s heartbreak and when he sees who the MC wound up with in the end it’s just about enough to make him want to get rid of these books

He almost does too like he was this close to ripping them up but instead he sees one last thing that makes him stop, he looks at the back of the book and sees your picture thanking your readers for the support along with telling them that you’re going to move onto other things but he doesn’t care much for that as he keeps staring at the picture

Is it just him or do you look just like how he envisioned the Main Character to look?

And now that he really thinks about it too… Is it just him or did the group seem eerily similar to the Whitebeard Pirates?

I mean the right hand man is a bird and the group leader is described as being as big as a whale plus a gun slinging cross dresser, a cook with a pompadour, and a narcoleptic with fire powers? There’s no way

He goes back and reads the book that introduced to the series and he sees even more similarities however whether they’re actually there or not is up to you but lord knows that it’s unintentional if it’s true

With this, Whitebeard basically has a lightbulb go off in his head as it’s clear to him now that you’re the youngest member of their family and he needs to go find you as clearly you’re in an unhappy relationship and just want to come home to Pops and your brothers

Well don’t worry as Pops is coming and he’s bringing the family who with some brief convincing have wound up just as deluded as Whitebeard is as they all really think that you’re some kind of lost member of their family

It’s gonna take a while to find you like I’d give it about a week at the least but a month at the most, he’s coming for you and it’s not like anyone can stop him as no matter what island you’re living on and no matter who it belongs to, he’s still coming

When he finds where you are, prepare to be almost immediately hauled off back to the ship with your screams and thrashes being shushes like you’re some kind of child throwing a temper tantrum

“We’re here to help you, stop thrashing!!” “Don’t you recognize us, *MC’s Name*?! We’re your family!!” “Quit screaming already, we’re taking you home!!”

Literally no matter what you do, there’s no chance once they’ve found you as you’ll be hauled back to the ship like you’re some kind of treasure then once they’re done on the island they’ll be sailing out into open waters so even if there was a chance now there’s -10000% chance of escape

Chances are that a big party is going to be held on the ship in celebration of you finally being back with them even though you were never here in the first place, everyone’s having the time of their lives though and no one is listening when you try to ask to be set free

You attempt to jump overboard and swim to safety while no one looks but I’d like to see you try as you’ll likely be found before you can even get close to the edge and if you do make it then you’ll be pulled up within seconds

You’re going absolutely nowhere and the only thing that you can convince them of is to at least use your real name when they talk to you

Honestly as well, something in me says that you should prepare to be babied as you’re the youngest sibling and you can’t even fight plus they haven’t seen you in so long like Whitebeard claims you were like that big when he last saw you

Like imagine going from a life of independence and doing things on your own to never being left alone and having people do a lot for you like you aren’t even allowed near the stove as you might burn yourself according to Thatch

You should just let them take care of everything for you now, they’ll take good care of you and someday when they deem that you can get married then they’ll help you find a suitable person that they approve of and who treats you right

You’re allowed to do some things for yourself like bathroom stuff and getting changed but other than that, it’s honestly a wonder to you that they don’t also have you wearing footie pajamas with a pacifier in your mouth considering the way that they treat you

Even if you attempt to bring up your problems with this to Pops and request to leave, Whitebeard will simply say that he’ll think about it but always he’ll get back to you under an hour and tell you no as you’re staying like this plus you’re not going anywhere

Why would you want to go anywhere anyways? They can give you everything that you’ve ever wanted or needed right here on the Moby Dick, you should be really grateful that they’re doing this for you as they found you and rescued you after all this time

I wouldn’t recommend trying to raise a big stink about wanting to leave either as it’ll likely just be seen as a temper tantrum by the Whitebeard Pirates which will just get you an early nap time like imagine being scooped up in this man’s hand and forced to take a long nap on his chest because clearly you’re fussy from sleepiness

Now you might think that you have a chance of getting away when you hear that Whitebeard dies and the Whitebeard Pirates get scattered by Blackbeard like you definitely feel sympathy for them but this could also be your chance at freedom

Yeah, no sorry… Marco is definitely not letting you go ever after what happened like you’re on such a short leash that it’s practically non-existent like hell, I can see him legitimately child leashing you in public…

Also dating and getting married someday is completely out the window now like if someone takes even the slightest interest in you, Marco is going to scare them off so there’s no chance for you to ever escape

Your fate was sealed the exact moment that Whitebeard picked up one of your books, you’re his youngest child and you’re not leaving your family ever even when he’s gone…

The family will be together forever even if they have to put you on a child leash…

[bokettochild]

Something I'm thinking with the whole Alfon just, leaving Link, thing. Is what if Link held onto hope that maybe he'd come back one day?

What if when he was sailing back home, he was hoping he'd get home and his Uncle would open the door, greet him with a smile and an apology for being gone for so long?

What if when he wakes up home at the beginning of ALBW, not knowing how he got there, he rememberes being a kid who fell asleep somewhere and then woke up in bed, but of course that's not what happened, you know?

And I've seen a lot of fics where when Ravio's in Legend's home in LU he wasn't supposed to be there? He made it there while Legend was home. What if Legend brings the chain to his house to find there's someone living there, and he has one last hope that maybe, maybe finally his Uncle came back after all?

(I'm not crying you are)

Honestly, yeah.

I'm working on a fic for it (it's technically done but also REALLY not), but I've had in my head for a good while here that Legend's Uncle left somewhere between the end of ALTTP and the beginning of the Oracle games. I hinted at it in one of my fics (can't remember what it's called or if I even posted it to Ao3, but it was a Twilight & Legend centric one), but I think that Uncle Aflon used to take Legend to spend the summer with his grandparents every year, and then the summer after ALTTP he just never came back for him. Little Legend waited around for him for weeks, but then the Oracle games happened, and then LA, so he's thought all this time that his Uncle was just running late. Only, when he comes back after LA, after being stranded at sea for who knows how long, heartbroken and desperately looking forwards to a hug from his uncle, he comes back to find the house hasn't been touched since he left it that one summer. It's got damage, it's full of dust, and there's no sign of his uncle at all.

And so Legend, still recovering from the lightning strike, from being at sea without supplies, from fighting monsters on Koholint, has to rebuild himself a home in the remains of his childhood, with no clue where his uncle is, but hoping that maybe his uncle went looking for him? Maybe when Legend wasn't on the farm with his grandparents, when Uncle came to pick him up, he went looking to find him.

But Aflon never comes back to the house and Legend just sort of accepts that he was never coming back, that maybe he never planned to come get him at the end of that summer, that maybe he really couldn't tolerate the fact that his nephew was now a hero, isn't that innocent child he was before his Uncle died.

But yeah, there's that bit of hope when, during LU, he comes home to see the house being taken care of, lived in, and maybe, just maybe! Except it's Ravio, and he's glad to see Ravio, but yes, it stings so much that not only has Uncle never come back, but he also never even bothered to say goodbye.

I like to think Legend's haunted, just a bit, with thoughts of what happened to his uncle, and it definitely sours his interactions with adult men of any kind, but especially people who remind him of Aflon, like Twilight. I think that's why he panicked so badly when Twilight got hit by the shadow, because not only has he seen his own uncle die from a similar blow, but he's sort of been left hanging all this time without closure about the man and maybe sometimes he projects just a bit when around the rancher.

Anyways, yes I'm crying, hope you are too! Have a great day!

[andreawritesit]

The Red Storm - Part III

Fandom - One Piece

Pair - Shanks x Reader

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You walk carefully back to Dadan’s house with a few wine bottles in your hands. Makino’s shipment was late so she couldn’t spare any more liquor. Benn walks slightly ahead of you, making sure the path is safe. You’re dreading the goodbye you’ll have to say to the kids. Luffy’s tearful face comes to your mind immediately and a shiver runs down your spine. “Hurry up, I must be back at Captain’s side.” You nod and speed up your walk. You can see light coming from the windows of the old house and anxiety takes over you. Sailing the seas with Shanks is all you’ve wanted but these past years you have grown fond of Ace, Sabo, and mostly Luffy. You can still remember his cries after Shanks left. Poor guy had tried to stay strong in front of Shanks but broke into tears as soon as Shanks sailed away. Now you were going to do the same. 

“We’re here. I’ll see you tomorrow at the bar,” Beckman says with his hand on your shoulder. He senses your nervousness and squeezes your shoulder lightly. “Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. He’s a strong boy. Just don’t tell him that we’re back in the village.” 

“I won’t. But I don’t want to break his little heart again…”

“We all have to make difficult choices in our life. But think of it like this, if you don’t leave now, he’ll grow over-attached to you and it will make it tough for him to sail away from you too.”

“I guess so,” you say with uncertainty. “Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow! Thank you for accompanying me.”

“Anytime! See ya.” Beckman leaves and you knock on the door. Dadan opens it with a scowl on her face. “Look who showed up! Did you go to the Grand Line to get me some liquor?” You place the bottles in her hand and rush inside to go see the boys. You hear the door being closed with a loud smack and roll your eyes. Dadan and her anger issues…

 You enter their room to see them sitting in a blanket fortress they had built. On hearing the door open, Sabo peeks through the blanket and as soon as he sees you, he jumps out and into your arms. You catch him quickly and squeeze him tighter. “What are my favorite gremlins doing?” Ace comes out of the fortress which collapses on top of Luffy whose laughter reverberates throughout the room. He walks over to you and puffs his cheeks up. “Why do you always come at the wrong time? We were doing something important.” You ruffle his hair which earns you a death glare from the boy. Luffy finally manages to untangle himself from the sheets and runs to you. “Oi! Dadan said you went to Makino’s bar! Did you bring something to eat?” Ace punches him on the head and sends him flying to the other corner of the room. “I was talking!” Luffy gets up and rubs his head. You set Sabo down and beckon Luffy over to you to which he complies immediately. 

“Listen, boys, I have to tell you something.”

The three of them look at each other and then at you. “I…I’m leaving tomorrow.” You pause to see if they would say anything but they just look at you with blank faces. 

Sabo speaks up first. “Leave? Where? And for how long?”

“For a very long time.”

“Where?” Ace asks grumpily.

“Don’t know that yet.”

“Why? Is it because I annoy you about food?” Luffy’s question breaks your heart and you quickly shake your head.

“No sweetie, never because of you, any of you! I’m leaving because I want to sail the seas, see different places…”

“So you want to be a pirate?” Ace asks, his eyes suddenly shining. “Really? That’s so cool!” Sabo adds on. You let out a chuckle and reply, “I guess you can say so.”

Luffy climbs onto your lap and grins at you. “I’ll be a pirate too and I’ll have the best crew ever! And then I’ll become-“

“King of the Pirates,” the three brothers say in unison. You glance at Sabo and Ace both of whom have a stupid grin on their faces.

“Yes Luffy, you will. And when you do, will you share your treasure with me and your brothers?”

“Of course! We’ll always be together and I’ll protect you all!”

Ace gets up to deliver yet another punch to the boy but Sabo beats him to it and pinches Luffy’s cheeks. “Oi! We’re your older brothers! We’ll protect you!”

Luffy just laughs and both the brothers scowl at him. You can’t help the tears that escape your eyes. Oh, how you’ll miss them!

Ace sits back down and asks you, “At what time are you leaving? Can we see you off?”

“Oh no no. I’ll leave early. You’ll all be asleep at that time. That’s why I came to say goodbye right now. I won’t be able to say it tomorrow.”

Ace nods and looks down, perhaps to hide the tears that fall from his eyes but you see them and pat his head lovingly. “It’ll be ok. You’ll have to look after Luffy, both of you.”

He wipes his tears quickly and with an arrogant tone replies, “Obviously. He’s our baby brother after all!” You nod and open your arms wider to hug all three of them. Luffy, who’s already sitting in your lap, hugs you quickly. Sabo also jumps on your lap and hugs you. You look at Ace whose cheeks are pink and raise your eyebrow at him. He sighs and hugs you too. You snuggle them closer, probably for the last time. You want to see them again, of course, you do, but with Shanks, you don’t know if that’s possible at all. And so you pour all your love in that hug. They’re all crying and soaking your shirt in their tears but you don’t say anything, you just keep them close. You only leave their room after they’ve fallen asleep. 

“Goodbye, boys. Be good.”

------- at dawn -------

After having said goodbye to the mountain bandits, you walk back to the bar where Shanks will be waiting for you. You can’t help but feel excited to finally sail away with him. You finally reach the bar and quietly enter. The bar is quiet, the early morning light filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Shanks is sitting in his usual seat, sipping wine. Alcohol this early in the morning. You shake your head and make your way to him. Shanks looks up, a smile spreading across his face as he sees you. “You’re on time, for once,” he says with a smug grin on his face. You roll your eyes and sit down next to him. “Can you not drink this early in the morning?” You try to take his glass away but he dodges your hand and laughs. “Sweetheart, don’t worry, this isn’t too strong. I need something to function on. I don’t usually wake up this early.”

“Where’s the crew?”

“They went to the ship early. They’re waiting for us.” He stands up and offers you his hand. “Shall we begin our adventure then?” You stand up and take his hand. “Aye Captain!” You both make your way out of the bar and start walking to where his ship is docked. “Did you say goodbye to them?” You nod weakly. “Wasn’t easy at all. Even though they took it quite well, especially Luffy. I thought he would be a lot more devastated than he was.” Shanks glances at you and tugs you closer to him by your waist. “Don’t worry. He’ll be fine.” 

You finally reach the docks and look at his ship. It was massive with his jolly roger flying proudly in the wind. He boards first and then helps you get on the ship. As you board the ship, the crew greet you both warmly, happy to see their captain in good spirits. Lucky Roux comes over and drapes his arm over your shoulder. “Welcome aboard the Red Force!” You laugh as Shanks removes his arm and replaces it with his own instead. 

As they set sail, you stand at the bow of the ship, the wind in your hair and the salty air filling your lungs. You feel free, truly free, for the first time in your life. Shanks walks over and stands beside you, his presence comforting and reassuring. You lean your head over his shoulder, smiling up at him, a smile that is returned in kind. He kisses the top of your head and you wrap your arms around his waist.

And so, as the sun rises higher in the sky, you and Shanks sail off, ready to face whatever adventures lay ahead, together.

[light-glue-blazed-terracotta]

rats 2 alternate ending where martyn tries to do his sneaky goodbye but when the captain sees martyns not on the ship he leaps off the deck and swims to shore without a second thought, leaving apo to be the de facto captain of the la sangria. martyn isnt getting rid of him that easy lol.

the captain assumes it was an accìdent and that martyn was almost left behind unintentionally and the setback isnt GREAT but he can work with this, he manages to secure another vessel and drags martyn onboard (martyn is trying to leave at every possible opportunity but every single time he tries something goes wrong and hes prevented) and they set sail for london to meet the rest of the crew there. martyn tries to give them the slip AGAIN to escape to the country house of rats 1 and the portal but the captain is UNSHAKEABLE and WILL NOT be lost. the man (rat?) is like a boomerang every time martyn thinks hes finally lost him he pops back up again "oh HELLO lieutenant THERE you are-" and its like a whole looney tunes bit the entire trip. eventually they make it to the portal and martyn (frustrated almost to tears, not the first time since this started) tries to explain that the captain cannot come with him and the captain is like okay but. im coming anyway. we go everywhere together have you not been paying attention? and jumps through the portal first before martyn can stop him

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

Oops all the rest of them! for the Terror (2018) playlists

Happy Silna 1b!!!!!!!! And nearly goodbye to davechella & to this project! What am I going to do when i don't... have playlists to make for the terror? I'll find something. Anyways. For the final playlists we have Koveyook, James CLARK Ross, Silna's dad, Ross's Translator, and the Netsilik Hunter!

Thank u to davechella, to dave k, and to all who check my playlists out. This event has been the most incredible thing ever and I'm glad to have 65 playlists to remember this whole experience by PLUS the official ones. So. Music is so incredible and the terror is so incredible. Peace and love on planet earth <3

Also thank u @freakvampire for helping on the James Clark Ross playlist, truly helped me find inspiration in the darkest moment

Koveyook [LINK]

Sooq by Tarrak, Peand-eL || Toornaarsuk by IVA || Here Comes The Sunbird by Allinall || Dead Souls by The Tiger Lillies || A Song For A Friend Who Died by Norma Tanega || Split Me Open by Mannequin Pussy || Kuuq- Flood by Silla and Rise || Moment of Bliss by Gaelynn Lea || When I Can't Sleep by Pascal Pinon || Ugly Cherries by PWR BTTM || Wide Eyed Lonely Ghost by Mangy Bones || Pair of Wings by Frankie Rose || Big Houses by Squalloscope || The Final Push to the Sum (Cassette Demo) by Grandaddy || Doomin' Sun by Bachelor, Jay Som, Palehound || Annika by Bjorn Olsson || Minotaur Forgiving Thesuses by Moonface, Spencer Krug || What Have They Done To You Now by Daniel Knox || Hey Man Nice Shot by Filter

James Clark Ross [LINK]

Bye Bye Love by The Cars || Nobody But Me by The Human Beinz || Song for Pablo by klark sound || Super Duper Rescue Heads! by Deerhoof || Telephone Line by ELO || Why Is It So Hard To Say Goodbye by Vundabar || New Wing In The Sail by They Owe Us || Mr. Roboto by Styx || The Grey King And The Silver Flame Attunement by The Mountain Goats || We Will Become Silhouettes by The Postal Service || Cruel Summer by Bananarama || Under the Waves by Pseudosix || High on a Rocky Ledge by Moondog, Ghost Train Orchestra || September by Earth, Wind, & Fire || Here I Dream I Was An Architect by The Decemberists || Expectations by Belle and Sebastian || Oh Comely by Neutral Milk Hotel || Snowfall by The Halo Benders || Old Friend by Mitski || Many-Legged Boatmen by Appendix Out

Silna's Father [LINK]

ataataga- Acoustic by Riit || Spirit Child by Willie Thrasher || You and Me by Neil Young || Love Is Love, Pt. 2 by Quantum Tangle || Ocean Breath- Remastered 2021 || Snowblind by Tanya Tagaq || Tjorn by Bjorn Olsson || Kituriat by The Jerry Cans || Walkin' My Cat Named Dog by Norma Tanega || Kinngamiurjuiguuq by Beatrice Deer || Hey, Hey, Hey Brother by John Angaiak || So Qaigit (Come With Me) by Twin Flames || Anuri by Ivaluarjuk || Sons & Daughters by The Decemberists || Speak To Me Dead by Pinc Louds

Translator [LINK]

Dead Man Walking by Jon Bellion || Translation by Piky Rd || The Mariner's Revenge Song by The Decemberists || The Things Left Unsaid by Caleb Burhans, Tarab Cello Ensemble || Creature Fear by Bon Iver || Exposition by Takenobu || You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) by Dead Or Alive || Cedarsmoke by Sea Wolf || Sun Will Set by Zoe Keating, Zoe Clare Keating || The Dust You Kick Up Is Too Fine by Sunset Rubdown

Netsilik Hunter [LINK]

Ua by Tarrak || Uerisimaartitaaneq by Sauwestari || Arctic Hallows by Piqsiq || buff & buffet by AGGRASOPPAR || I Am A Rock by Simon & Garfunkel || Dog Eat Dog by The Tiny || Glerkastalinn by K.ola || Wolves Don't Live By The Rules by Willie Thrasher || Al'Chaiba by Gulaza || Apocalyptic Friend by Eef Barzelay

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Stray (A Lokitty Tale): Part 3

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Stray: Part 3

Loki was beginning to fall into a pleasant sort of routine with the human. He enjoyed the soapy smell of your freshly showered skin as you cuddled him against yourself each morning before rushing out the door. No matter how tired or stressed or how much of a hurry you were in, you never failed to tell him good morning and hug him goodbye, and it thawed his icy heart. It seemed so strange to him; that a being would simply selflessly care for a creature who could offer nothing at all in return except companionship...and yet you did.

He noticed other things about you; that you had scuffed up one specific patch of the wall from grumpily kicking your shoes off each day (the closest to angry he ever saw you), that when you came home you always made a cup of coffee and curled up with a book, that you'd put a record on and hum along as you made dinner and did the dishes, that you especially liked The Velvet Underground, that you winced whenever the phone rang but, without fail, spoke so kindly to whoever was on the other side, that you'd go to see movies by yourself and stack the little ticket stub into a tidy collection as you gave him your film review. He learned that your favorite color was purple, that you would buy little bundles of fresh herbs and set them out in makeshift jam-jar vases just to smell them and enjoy the little pops of color in a gray world. All of these things gave him an irrepressible fizzle of warm feelings for you...feelings he couldn't quite define.

I'm...used to her? I find her pleasant? She...doesn't bother me...not like Thor and Odin do, anyway. He thought to himself, uncertain of how else to explain it.

On more than one occasion when you left for work, Loki would transform himself back into his smart black suit with the crisp white shirt. He would straighten his tie and check his slicked-back hair in the mirror as he summoned up the green glow of his magic, preparing to transport himself away to the next step of his fugitive journey. And yet...each time he stood there, staring at his perfectly polished shoes, simply unable to make the feet within them move. He couldn't leave when he thought of how sweet and sad and panicked you would be, calling his name over and over in vain, holding the little green makeshift collar, totally devastated. It wasn't like him to stagnate like this, and the fact that he was getting comfortable was...well...uncomfortable. Each time he was ready to go he would turn the little leather band in his large palm, reading his name in your handwriting over and over again. With a sigh of resignation, Loki would finally loosen his tie, sit back down, and settle into being your house guest for a little longer. Just a few more days, he kept telling himself.

Life sailed along this way until one day you seemed markedly...different. As your heels clicked down the hall and Loki transformed back into a cat, he happily anticipated curling up in your lap as you'd stroke his back aimlessly while reading. He wanted more than anything to enjoy your humming to your records and the savory smell your cooking, but today wouldn't go that way.

As you came in the door you slammed it shut behind you, and this time when you kick your shoes off you cursed loudly and etched a darker scuff in the wall. Loki's eyes wondered to your face and he was distressed to see your eyes wet and red-ringed. You had obviously been sobbing hard. You dropped your things and made your way straight for the couch, flopping down with the palms of your hands against your eyes, weeping inconsolably.

Loki was alarmed, having never seen you so upset. He was afraid to come near you in this unpredictable state, but he longed to be close to you so much more than he was afraid of you. Slinking carefully, he made his way to lay on your stomach. Gingerly settling and watching your face, he waited patiently for you to move your hands and meet his eyes. When you noticed him your angry demeanor immediately melted away as you gave him a pacifying stroke along his spine.

“Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry,” you said, gravely-voiced and sniffing. “I didn't mean to scare you,” you soothed. He purred, trying to let you know that he was fine and comfortable, as long as he was with you. You gave a comprehending wan smile, looking into the jewels of his irises as your fingertips combed through his fur. As your breath stilled you said, “Loki, you know, sometimes I think I'm going crazy because I could swear you understand me...that we're having conversations...that you follow along when I read to you. Insane, right? Totally insane.”

You chuckled, saddened yet amused by the absurdity of life and human emotions. Loki, however, was shocked at how close you came to the truth, and that you seemed to have connected more than he planned. He desperately wanted to know what was going on to upset his 'dear mortal' so much (this is how he designated you in his own mind) and it frustrated him more than ever that he couldn't simply talk to you and ask.

Loki had an idea. He could enchant you and use his power to see inside your mind for himself. You would be none the wiser, but he was still reluctant to invade your privacy. In the end, curiosity got the better of the cat and he gave in. Of course...curiosity...that's all it is, he told himself again.

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He reached into your mind, traveling with you as you stepped into a large building with the sign saying Mullen Department Store. It was interesting to him, seeing what you did all day (endlessly stocking shelves, dealing with customers, cleaning the shop, preparing the products). He began to wonder if they ever let you sit down.

Around noon, a coworker approached you saying, “Hey, good luck with that interview with Mr. Mullen! This could be your big break!”. You thanked them and trudged up to the office on the top floor.

Before you knew it you were handing a paper to a balding man behind a large tacky desk. Loki felt his heart ache seeing that your hands were shaking. His darling mortal was so nervous! This must be important to her, he thought.

“...so as you can see here, Mr. Mullen. I have my Master's degree, fluency in three languages, and background in academic writing and journalism. I think I'd be a perfect writer and translator for the office team. I work very thoroughly and...”

The older man huffed, “Let me stop you right there, sweetheart. I'm sorry but we really don't need some dame doing that kind of work.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don't get me wrong, on paper you're impressive, but we have a...professional image...here. Our ladies in the workforce have to look the part.” He shrugged, “Now, if you worked on your appearance a little, maybe lost a few pounds or wore a bit more makeup you could be be Johnny's secretary. Do you make a good pot of coffee?” He said the last part with a chuckle, clearly pleased with the pitiful thing that passed for his sense of humor.

Your voice rose. “Excuse me, but I fail to see what my appearance has to do with my competence. You have plenty of men as writers on staff who were hired without being told to lose a few pounds first. This is absurd! It's 1971, Mr. Mullen, not 1950!”

He stared you down with his beady little eyes, “Now listen here, young lady, don't give me that feminist horse shit. You are very very lucky to have the job you do have with this company! I wouldn't expect you to understand the standards we have up here, and that just goes to show you're not what we're looking for.” He checked his watch with a sigh, “That's all the time I have today, and you need to be back on the sales floor.” He dismissed you, not even with a handshake, but by simply waving his hand toward the door and using his other one to crumple your resume and drop it in the trashcan.

You didn't say a word, too stunned and disappointed to react to this rejection. Loki felt the sting of your thoughts as they churned around in your head the rest of the day. I'm never going to go farther. This is my life now...my stupid fucking life....not even pretty enough to type or pour coffee for a living...Jesus Christ...I wanted so much more than this. I worked so hard to have more than this. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to learn so much. I barely even have friends.”

Loki thought to himself, and wished he could tell you, oh darling, how dare he make you feel this way! You're so clever and unique and kind....and beautiful. Sweet moral, I think you're the most beautiful creature I've ever met.

He floated back out of your mind then, shocked by the return to reality and to his sudden swell of feelings for you. The god of mischief realized in that moment that he wanted something he had never wanted for another person before. He wanted you to get all the good things you deserved even if he had to forgo some for himself. He wanted to avenge and defend you, putting the fear of God (or rather, a god) into the idiotic and insulting little man. Most of all, he just wanted you to be okay, and safe...and loved. Loved...he finally allowed himself to think the word.

He watched your lovely face as you began to nod off. Your wet lashes closed, and your brow furrowed with worry, even as you drifted off holding him against your heart. He could feel it pulsing in your chest, and sense the slowing of your breath. He finally dared to admit that he wanted to give you love...all the love everyone else wasn't giving you but you so sorely deserved. Loki darted out his little pink tongue to lick your arm where it rested around him. He tried to say, sweet dreams, little mortal. Just rest. We'll find a way. And though it only came out as a contented purr, he was surprised to hear you murmur “thank you,” in return, as you sank further into dreams.

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