#and what i mean by that is that... well first of all making one ship canon doesn't invalidate all the other examples of stunning displays of

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

New Purpose | Yandere Saja Boys x Reader

“You want me to do what?!”

The call from your awkward and friendly acquaintance in the idol-managing business leaves you in an unreadable ball of confusion. Typically when Bobby did call you it was to brag about his girls or about the latest resort he was gifted by the girls. But this time he needed your help and you weren’t sure if you were going to give it. 

“Please please (Y/n)! You taught me everything I know; if there’s anyone who can handle them it’s you.”

Bobby pleading on his knees doesn’t change your reluctance but the pleading gazes of the boy-band in question made you slow to voice it. It also was harder to refuse when you could see the shining blue shackles on each of their wrists. A marked hand slides onto your shoulder with a stealth you haven’t felt in a long time and instinctively you reach for the holster under your coat, locking eyes with the one you once deemed to be an enemy.

“It can only be you. Mx. (L/n).”

It’s the purple-haired idol who not only was rumored to have once endangered the Honmoon but mended it with strength that surpassed her ancestors. Here she was glowing with her shining demon marks in broad daylight. A part of you still found it wrong.

She took your blatant staring in stride; sending Bobby out of the room,”Mind giving us some space? I think it might land better y’know? Idol to idol?”

“Oh, sure thing Rumi! In fact, I’ll go get the celebratory ramyeun now!”

He dashed as if his life depended on it, leaving you and Rumi with the shackled demon idols. Looking warily at the hunter you slowly pulled your hand away from your holster. The fakely wide smile on her fades into something more concerning. Pressing her purple-painted lips together, it’s time to address the real elephant in the room. 

“Why are they still here?! I thought you killed them all when you made the Honmoon golden.”

She nervously smiles, “I–thought I did too. But it seems that they were sealed in the upper world instead. The only one who….didn’t make it was thanks to Gwi-Ma.” She steps away from you, putting her hand out as if to pet the “baby Saja boy.” Previously he looked as though he was dead; standing with a face that epitomized boredom. That all changed when Rumi came close. His eyes glowed that sinister yellow and his fangs were bared as he chomped at the air her hand used to be. The blue chains clink with golden chains that shine in a ripple like the Honmoon itself. 

“You must mean the leader. Jin.”

You were playing with fire. For all the shipping edits that the idol leaders were put through, anyone could’ve guessed that they were close. While you don’t have eyes and ears close to her domain, it still got back to you just how close she’d gotten with him. During Huntrix's report of the event, Jin’s returned soul was what gave the trio the power to completely exorcise Gwi-Ma. A feat that was impossible even for the first hunters to exist.

“Yes…Jin,” she spoke his name with a heavy resonance. A respect that hadn’t dulled at all because it still felt raw.

”He saved me by showing me how to accept this part of myself rather than hide.”

She held her hands in front of her playing with the light against her marks, “Still he’s showing me there’s more to this side of myself I never really understood before.”

You watched her close her hands into fists and turn to you with a fierceness in those brown eyes you’ve never seen in person,” Which is why I think we should try helping them before we kill them.”

Stopping your laughter you finally spoke, “We?”

“We. Huntrix can’t do this on our own. You’ve been handling the otherside of the hemisphere well and now that both sides are sealed all that’s left is to care for the demons that slipped through.”

“Then why not just kill them?” The one with abs tries to jab at her which she skillfully dodges,” They clearly aren’t fond of you.”

Pausing she looks at them and then at you. 

“I have to try…if Jin saw something worth using maybe…maybe there's more to them that I haven’t seen yet. That no one’s seen. I’m hoping you can do that.”

“I’m retired. I don’t think I can do much of anything now.”

Rumi gives you a look. That glare of determination that makes you feel exposed.

“I’ve heard you before. You can do this.”

You turn, prepared to refuse but she grabs your hands.

“Please (Y/n).To protect our reign of peace….please.”

______________________________________________________________

“Alright, Saja boys. Listen up you live and breathe to be the idol group I demand you be, you hear me?!” 

The collective groans of the demon boy band, the sound makes you smirk. In an instant, you begin to hum an old song you used to sing unsheathing your whip from its holster. Romance is the one who perks up, the only one who seems to catch on that you are about to obliterate them.

“AcK!”

“OW that burns!”

“Please don’t!”

“Okay okay, we’re all listening p-please contine.”

It’s over in seconds. Everything but their faces is covered in disgusting blue welts. 

“As I was saying. I expect my perfect idol boy band to be smiley, friendly, and to say 'yes (Y/n)' whenever I ask you questions. Is that clear?”

“Yes (Y/n)!”

“That’s good now have a good show just like we practiced!”

It’s been interesting taking on the Saja boys. Their image that had Jin be their cool and calm collected leader was very much the truth. Without you breathing down their necks you found they were quite awful to all around them.

“Abby did you or did you not hit that PA with a button of yours, on purpose?”

“I mean they were looking too hard anyway it’s not my fault.”

“It is your fault that they went to the hospital thanks to your stupid little stunt.”

“It’s whatever they got a souvenir they’ll never forget!”

CRACK!

“Not the whip please, I’ll make a public apology! Sorry!”

You’ve dealt with idols that had a kamidere complex or outright narcissism but you haven’t dealt with literal demons who barely grasped that humanity was anything more than a population of overgrown bugs. 

“Alright, Bae Bee what’s going to be the right response if someone asks how you feel about the subject of turtles?”

“Goo Goo Gaga?”

“No. Try using real words please.”

“It’s…whatever?”

“I did that whole slide show and you didn’t gather anything from that?!”

“....”

FWHIP!

“Their…mid?!”

CRACK!

“Wahhh!”

But you wouldn’t continue with this farce if you didn’t realize there was a learning curve to be had. The first time it dawned on you was when Romance came to you in the dead of night, clutching the book you’d gifted them your second day: How to be a Human for Dummies. You were lounging on the large couch watching your shows when he walked in. He stood awkwardly by the door like a child who’d come to woefully inform his parents he’d wet the bed. You pretended not to know he was there; gauging if he’d actually ask for help like you offered.

“Why should we try?”

You muted the TV. Giving the pink-haired demon your full attention, you turned as he stood at the opposite end of the couch.

“Because you’ll die if you don’t.”

His nails dug into the paper cover,” no I mean why do we have to…I’ve already tried doing that before. I don’t want to go through that again.”

His marks flashed and you couldn’t see his face clearly; his hair making a curtain you so desperately wanted to peek past. 

Sighing you stood, “Follow me.”

Doing as he was told he followed you over rooftops, skillfully swinging through the concrete jungle to end it bumping into your back. He opened his mouth to insult you, to whine about how you couldn’t just answer the question to following your gaze. Down below in a window that flashed with all matter of colors, was a girl surrounded by friends singing terribly into the microphone as they cheered her on.

“You see her” The girl with the red bow in her hair?”

“...yeah.”

“She used to wonder that too. She used to walk home every day from school to her room. Locking herself away because she once listened to the same voices you do. Frankly, if she had continued listening she would have ended up just like you.”

“Then why isn’t she…like me that is?”

“Because she kept trying. Worked hard to find those she could care about; though it was hard she found them. Only because she tried.”

“So what?! I try and everything will be fixed?”

“I didn’t say that but no matter what you’ve done. Trying to make amends. Trying to be better is what makes it, you, worth it in the end.”

“Even if it took 300 years?”

“Even if it took 300 years.”

They certainly had their moments and that was enough to not exorcise them when their third month existing in the idol world rolled around. Much to your displeasure, you had no choice but to inform Rumi you’d continue to manage the Saja boys. If only to help them reconcile with themselves. To instead use their talent and influence to strengthen the Honmoon and continue to keep the positive energy that the fans permeated alive and well. 

If you worked hard, you could save the remaining Saja boys.

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“I hate this.”

Mystery was the first to voice this opinion. Finally left alone and unsupervised the Saja Boys were able to speak without the threat of being whipped, stabbed, or otherwise ground into a pulp on the shining golden Honmoon. Backstage just before another performance.

“Yeah, this just such a bummer. It was more fun when we worked for Gwi Ma!” Abs spoke leaning against the walls of the hidden stage. 

“Was it actually fun or were we just happy not to be reminded of who we are?” 

Romance turned still maintaining the front position of the band just as they’d been instructed, looking into the golden eyes of his fellow demons. Looking for the same confusion he’d been saddled with since they started this.

“I don’t really care, I just don’t like feeling…like this.” 

“Like what, Myst?! What exactly do you feel?” 

Abandoning his position, he closed in. Holding the quiet demon by the neck and slamming him into the wall. The infrastructure of the stage shook and dented but Romance was careful. He wasn’t certain why he cared so much to know his answer. He’d been asking the same thing of himself for all this time.

Mystery pursed his quivering lips. Romance growled and threw the demon to the ground, rolling into Abs’ feet. The muscular demon deflated when Romance turned to him expecting an answer, his eyes darting around as if the moving walls would have it scrawled somewhere. 

The lack of response only made the pink-haired demon angrier. Fangs beared and marks on full display he charged narrowly scratching at Abs’ face. Mystery got up to intervene, fully prepared to bite the neck of the completely wild Romance. Until his voice broke the silence.

“Purposeless. That is what we are feeling.”

His real voice was much deeper than his human one which is why when the late Jin led the group he was specially instructed to keep it hidden. But they had no leader. They have no Gwi-Ma. All they have in this hidden stage is each other. 

Romance retracts his claws, the marks still glowing bright, and he pulls at his locks.

“He’s right. W-we have nothing anymore! All we have is ourselves and that’s worse than nothing. W-w-we can’t even go back!”

His shaky declaration makes everyone unsettled. Placing a name to their fear—to their reality made it far too true. Their marks all begin to glow with an anxious throbbing. Mystery retreats into himself huddling into the corner. Abs freezes, willing his body to move and failing miserably. Even Baby lets the cap he’s wearing cover his face as he slowly slides to the floor.

“What’s the use of trying to change if I don’t even know why I’m here?! You’ve seen these humans!? They don’t know so what am I supposed to do?!”

The Honmoon throbs at his cry. 

“How can I try when I don’t want to face who I am?!”

Demon marks flaring in tandem with the flickering gold.

“What good can come from someone as far gone as I?!”

The Honmoon dangerously touches the color pink. 

“What am I supposed to do with myself!? Without any voice what am I supposed to do!?”

Multiple tears of the barrier are forming and joining at the seams around each of the separate Saja boys. Each one is influenced by their pain and about to damage the sanctity of the Honmoon.

~kzzt~

Like a heaven-sent. The comms in their ears buzzed to life.

~kzz~He~kzztz~

The pink fades and the healing blue returns to the barrier.

~kz~Hey can you guys hear me in this thing? It’s me (Y/n).kzztz~

It’s your voice. Their guardian. Their manager.

“As expected these walkies are crap. Anyway, I expect you boys to give me your best because I know you can do it. Can you do that for me Saja?”

The voice in their ears answered the only remaining questions.

“Yes, (Y/n).” “Yes, (Y/n).” “Yes, (Y/n).” “Yes, (Y/n).”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now wow that crowd and no soul stealing.”

The silence of the stage was lighter. More defined. The long turned-off comms burned into their ears. All of them replaying the echo of their manager’s voice—soothing, uplifting, commanding.

“It is them. That will be our purpose.”

Baby’s voice spoken with clarity confirmed what they all decided. As the stage begins to rise and the cheers of their fans increase even more. The Saja Boys are in position, prepared to perform just as their manager demands it. 

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“So how’s it gone, managing them?”

All of Huntrix was over for the day, enjoying some bubble tea as they looked at the golden-covered city. The barrier glowed strong with a healthy pulse fully powered by their fans.

You were glad that you’d convinced the boys to attend their shoot solo. Otherwise, you would’ve risked having this conversation with them around. Which wouldn’t have been a good idea considering how close they’ve gotten.

“It’s going great. They haven’t had another incident since I last called.”

The girls shared a look. 

Mira sneered at the promotional material for the group scattered on the table, picking it up like it was dirty laundry. 

“By great do you mean, like the Honmoons not broken great or that there's an uptick in murders in the last month—all where you guys were going on tour–great?”

Zoey chuckled anxiously, “We don’t want to accuse but the numbers don’t look great.”

Shooting a look at Rumi, you settled in your chair. Looking out at the city below carefully putting pressure on the plastic cup in your hands.

“Look I wish I could definitively say it’s just a coincidence but I looked into those cases myself and most of them seem airtight. But I’m not entirely sure there wasn’t some demonic influence.” Zoey and Mira shared a look before turning back to you with a grimace.

“I’m saying there’s just no way to tell for sure if it was them and without evidence I can't exactly ‘convict’ anyone.”

“So you're saying there’s no way not one of those boys slipped through your grasp?”

“Yeah (Y/n)...we know you’re technically retired and there’s five demons and one of you…it can’t be easy.”

Rumi finally looked ready to speak and you had a feeling you weren’t going to like it. 

“We were thinking maybe you should take a break!” She didn’t look entirely convinced, looking between Mira and Zoey. “We’re going on a break for a little while so maybe we can look after them for you.”

“I’d love that,” you studied their faces for some kind of joke,” but I don’t know if you can handle the boys any more than I could.”

The girls confidently laughed.

“Are you kidding?”

“We nearly killed them the last time we met!”

“Yes, Huntrix has got this in the bag!”

The girls cheered with pride as they whooped and hollered at one another. You admired their spunk, something you felt came far too less now that you’ve outgrown the group you used to hunt with. 

“Alright then girls, I’ll take you up on your offer–”

“Yes!” “The-Best-B-ab-y Sitters in the wooorldd!” “Yeah, this is going to be a piece of cake!”

“---a word of caution girls.”

Your words had them stopping in their tracks, their triumphant smiles only softening to acknowledge you. The only one it completely faded from was Rumi, who almost looked afraid to see you step on the elevator.

“The Saja Boys are a lot more determined than you’d think. Try not to be an obstacle for them.”

With that, the metal doors slid closed, and for once in a long time you were alone. Now came the hard part—telling them. 

______________________________________________________________

“You have got to be kidding me!?”

It was Bae Bee taking his usual spot at your back, his fanged sneer hissing into the side of your head he was previously nuzzling against. His nails had gotten longer penetrating the T-shirt you were wearing, a single flick to his wrist had him retract his claws but not loosen his grip.

Speaking of claws you could feel the demon on your lap allowing his to emerge and grip at your jeans all the tighter. The practiced action of oncoming tears soaking through the denim told you, Mystery was having a similar reaction. Across the room were Romance and Abby both dressed in their custom robes were drying with their respective blow dryers after using the dressing room’s shower. Both appliances were crushed and melted onto the floor within seconds of your announcement. The demons-responsible, flashing their marks and fangs at you. Romance immediately straightens up, adjusting his hair and robe before glaring down at you.

“I thought we had a deal.”

“YEAH A PROMISE! WE’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BREAK THOSE.”

Abby was worse for wear marks and teeth on full display; you mentally noted to pay the venue for the damage he’d cause. Already a partition was torn through, a wall successfully punched into, and a microwave was effectively torn apart. If you didn’t ease his worries the staff would be next.

“I’m not leaving you guys. The deal was that if you all made an effort to change, I’d never leave.”

“Which is what you’re trying to do,” Mystery muffled protests had everyone nodding.

Romance stepped forward again, arms crossed and amber eyes glowing deviously down at you. 

“Then that would mean our deal is off!”

“No, it’s not! We never said anything about time off or leaving and coming back.”

“Didn’t have to,” Bae whispers into your ear with a smirk on his face, ” You are the one who agreed.”

It’s then you feel the need to reach for your whip, reaching for your beloved weapon underneath your coat. Searching for your saving grace next to your waist you only to find its empty holster. Looking over to Abby who’s suddenly stopped his violent tirade to pull at the much sought after weapon. 

“Then if you go that means we don’t have to abide by the rules anymore.” He looks at you like a puppy, one who’s done something awful and hopes you understand. The boisterous Abby was no longer there, a serious look on his face. 

You want to soothe him. To deny it. But the truth of the matter was just that, you had to leave and at this point,t it wouldn’t do you any good to demand they accept otherwise. Your whip across the room, your body held in place by a smirking demon, your legs held down by another, and your attention on the one you were sure had made the most progress. 

“We have changed if it helps. We’ve upheld our end of the deal. For you to go against us now…well we’ll just try to preserve our purpose.”

By now you were in no place to make demands.

“So go enjoy your…trip. We’ll be waiting and by then we’ll have changed some more just as you commanded.”

No trip to the Maldives would erase those words from your head.

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When you return from any kind of holiday there’s a moment of great depression. A crushing sense of reality from the joy you experienced comes in full force as you unpack and reenter your tiresome schedule. In your case it was no different, for two whole weeks you could ignore the haunting reactions of the demons you guarded to lounge with a poolside cocktail in hand. Of course, your return would be tumultuous. 

In the darkness of the condo you’d begun to call home, was Rumi. Sat crossed-legged in the mess of sliced furniture, just as worse for wear as the decor around her. You called to her, almost unsure it was she until she looked up. Her eyes were swollen, her marks an ugly black and the typically brown and golden eyes were red. 

“I…didn’t think anything would change,” she finally spoke carelessly musing as you tried to nurse her wounds, “that I would still be strong enough to beat them…I just wasn’t ready for them to…change like I did.”

You want to question her. To ask what she meant but the four pairs of golden eyes smiling back at you explained more than anything she could have said.

“A deal’s a deal.”

Out of the darkness limp bodies clattered to the floor. Battered and bruised it was Zoey and Mira. Unconscious and scarily still you watched Rumi struggle to carry them both, limping to the elevator. She spared you a single glance; eyes filled with too many apologies to ever speak.

“I…can’t be an obstacle to you anymore. Goodbye (Y/n).”

With the broken jingle of the elevator, you were left with your boys once again. Gripping the handle of your whip, you wait for them to reveal themselves to you…fully. Without a word, they emerge in their original forms circling around you with smiles on their marked and purple faces.

“So what are we doing now that I’ve returned?”

Their distorted chuckles don’t settle your unease.

“You said you changed do you plan to show me?”

“Of course, (Y/n).” Abby’s voice was the loudest and when you turned prepared to strike, your arm was held in place by the demon. 

“Whatever you demand of us.”

You dropped the whip catching it with your opposite hand, rearing to strike again only for your other hand to be caught and pried open. Your whip forcefully fell into the hands of Bae who smiles cruelly as he snaps your beautiful weapon in half with a ripple of magenta smoke. Of course, you struggle but the hands holding you in place are firm, warping your struggles so that you fall to your knees. Your chin is being held so gently by the new lead of the Saja Boys.

“We are always at your command, (Y/n). Because you are our purpose.”

You open your mouth to speak, to finally give a proper command since they demand it of you. Only for your lips to be covered in Dutch tape, which is played with as Romance comes even closer. The dark blue blush on his face shows just how much he relishes the glare you have for him.

“Since you broke your deal with us, we are free to change. To finally be free to serve our purpose however we see fit.”

It’s then you feel something monstrous intertwine itself with the barrier of the Honmoon pink and orange demon hands replacing the idol demons’ hands. Allowing them to look down on you as well all of them casually caressing your sealed lips.

“You right (Y/n), we have changed.”

There were hands in your hair.

“We’ve grown stronger and it’s all because you gave us a chance. Because you taught us to care.”

There were hands on your back.

“Encouraged us to try.”

Somehow they were in your brain.

“Even if it takes 300 years.”

You sleep in the arms of the Saja Boys—Your boys because you’re all they work for. All they try for. All they’d think to change for. 

You are their purpose and they’ll do anything you they demand.

Totally forgot some of these guys died on screen Whoopsie!

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[ethosiab]

Anything slabtek? 👉👈 Would be super interested to see them from your sci-fi au!!

hi jammmm <3 you get 3 scifi au slabteks because i got really in the groove. and some related facts below so they're not completely contextless bc i want to ramble

(Img 1) theyre actually room-mates in the au because im a sucker for that lol. After etho had recovered from the injuries that erm. Made pause and Beef think he was dead, he stayed in a room provided by the foundation for a few weeks while he sorted himself out a little. That... wasn't working completely, he was kind of a mess since his memory was all fucked up and his entire support system had fallen from underneath him. Tango, who knew etho a little from some work they'd done together in the past, and who took over for ethos duties quite a bit while he was getting back on his feet, offered him a place in his apartment so etho would have a stable place to stay and not have the foundation on his back about finding a home all the time.

Etho only intended for it to be a short arrangement, he didnt know tango that well and he doesnt know all of what tango knows about him because he can't remember the past few months of his life. It just became easy, is all, because tango spends a lot of time away from home while on work trips, and needs someone to mind the house. So it became a little more permanent, and they settled into a routine with each other.

God knows they both have horrible self care when it comes to sleep schedules and overworking and forgetting to eat, so they tend to be able to keep each other accountable when they're both home.

Etho sleeps on tangos couch still, but its one of those ones that pulls out into a bed, so its really fine.

I don't know how long it takes Joel to figure out that these guys live together but its gotta be a slightly comically long time

(img 2) The Citadel is Tango's ship that he maintains, and while it's not technically his, he's worked for the company long enough and is such a good pilot/mechanic that he's kind of got that guarantee that he'll be the one flying and in charge of maintaining it on jobs

which also means he can get away with some modifications that he wouldn't otherwise be able to, given he's trusted. some of them are straight up illegal, some of them are simply in breach of contracts that state he's meant to get approval before making modifications

He doesn't intend to tell Etho about these at first (because duh step 1 to not getting caught is not telling anyone), but when he gives Etho a proper tour of the ship, Etho notices. Instead of telling tango off or accusing him of sabotaging the foundation, however, Etho's just mostly curious about the modifications themselves. I would consider this the stage at which their friendship really starts to blossom, where tangos been more vulnerable with etho as well.

(Img 3) closer to immediately pre-canon theyre very comfortable around each other :] its not just tangos apartment anymore, its their apartment, and its ethos home too.

Doesnt stop them from always making jokes about tango coming back from a trip to find the place upside down (etho probably has played a few pranks on him before where he'll shift around some of tangos carefully organised chaos and time how long it takes him to realise when he gets back)

So uh. Theyre room-mates. Housemates. Not solely friends, not labelled a QPR. And if you ask them if they're dating they'll both get really uncomfortable and ungracefully switch the topic <3

[asneakyfox]

not sure where exactly i'm going with this but something i always think is interesting about ofmd s2, and very unlike a lot of fic & speculation from before the season dropped, is that they chose to make the previous ed-izzy relationship completely implode BEFORE stede is back in the picture. by the time stede, ed and izzy are all conscious and present on the revenge at once izzy has already permanently given up on the idea of re-creating the sort of relationship he used to imagine he had with blackbeard.

from a doylist pov this is partly just because the writers pretty clearly never had any interest in playing stede-ed-izzy as love triangle in the way that a lot of fandom saw it. but it does something interesting to how the redemption arc goes.

because it really changes izzy's arc for the season to have ed reject him while stede is firmly out of the picture, while both ed and izzy have no reason to think they will ever see stede bonnet again. because if stede had been there when izzy said "i have...love for you" and ed scoffed, izzy would have thought ed was rejecting him in favor of stede. he'd think, if only stede weren't around this wouldn't have happened. i think in that circumstance izzy would have never given up hope that if stede were removed from the picture somehow then he could resume his pre-stede-bonnet relationship with ed.

but what happened instead is ed made it absolutely clear that EVEN IF STEDE IS NOT AN OPTION he still does not want or need the kind of relationship with izzy that izzy wants the two of them to have. he would in fact literally rather die.

and then i thought about it a little more and, well, almost the next thing izzy does is blame ed's behavior on "your feelings for stede bonnet," right? and taken literally what he's blaming on ed's feelings for stede is the atmosphere on the ship, the way ed's treating the crew, etc. but actually i don't think that's what he means.

i think he's still - understandably - stewing in rejection at that moment, and he wants to find a narrative that lets him understand why it happened and save some face, if only to himself. so he really wants to think, edward rejected me because of his feelings for stede bonnet, if it weren't for that homewrecker he would have accepted my love confession. so he wants to believe that, and he starts to say it out loud. he pretends he's talking about the atmosphere on the ship, but he doesn't mean the atmosphere, what he means is you rejected my love because of your feelings for stede bonnet.

and ed shoots him before he can finish that sentence.

i don't think either izzy or ed really consciously understands what izzy was trying to say there. i'm not sure ed even subconsciously understands it either tbh. so i don't think ed like intended to send a message about izzy's love confession there, he just wanted to make sure izzy didn't get stede's name out right here in front of everybody. but narratively, symbolically, that gunshot is shattering the lie izzy wants to tell himself along with izzy's kneecap.

and this makes a bit more sense out of why izzy tells stede first that ed shot him for mentioning stede's name, and then later that ed shot him for saying he loved him. because he knows the first one is literally what happened. but there's a reason he feels like it was the second, and he's not exactly wrong to think of it that way.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Surprise

Shanks x Fem Reader. Smut. 2704 words. Male vers

Desc: You plan a little surprise for your bummed lover.

cw: Lingerie, public-ish sex. unprotected sex. p in v.

You and Shanks don’t get all the time in the world to be able to go on dates, even if pirates are considered to be free. Sure, he has his own treasurer and other crewmates to take care of tedious paperwork, but there are still things that only a Yonko with multiple islands and fleets can do. Managing the crew’s morale, not being far from them, not staying on one island for too long, managing the fleets, avoiding other Yonkos’ territories while moving islands; all of it adds up to a real huge hassle. Now with the new generation there are younger, cockier pirates that try to challenge him too. Even more to manage, which is how the two of you and your date plans got ruined. A young cocky pirate snuck onto one of his territories and caused havoc. Luckily there was a fleet stationed there to avoid casualties but they managed to escape. That means your plans have been cancelled. He’s starting to get really jealous of Luffy and his single crew. The small solace is that the kid will have to learn some responsibility if he really ends up as pirate king, even Roger begrudgingly did in his short time. It’s all been such a bummer for Shanks, and you’ve noticed it as you sail. So what have you decided to do about it?

‘...Maybe this is a bad idea.’ You think to yourself as you stare at the lingerie on the bed. Since your date has been cancelled you’ve decided to try something new, something especially exciting to make up for the ruined plans. You know your husband is very receptive to you, adores you, and is really open to trying… new things; so you came up with a plan. You’ll accompany him to the island meeting, which’ll cheer him up on its own, but you’ll give him a surprise. Lingerie under your clothes and a small vibrator hidden inside you, sending him a risque photo in the middle of the meeting. However, this might be too much even for him. You pick up your little camera snail and the photo snail. You’re starting to get nervous. ‘What if he thinks I went too far and I put him in an even worse mood?’ Your worries tell you. You swat them away. No, you will do this. It’ll be fun seeing how Shanks will react and if he does like it he’ll definitely like it a lot. Plus you already have everything ready. Your eyes trail to the little egg vibrator that'll soon be inside you, feeling your face heat up as you feel the ship come to a stop. You’ve docked. It’s time.

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“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Shanks tells you as the two of you walk. “It’s not gonna be interesting. It’ll just be about threatening the enemies to back off, make an example, and that’s it. It’s mostly to reassure them.”

“I know you’re not looking forward to it, though. You’ve been bummed since we had to leave to come here. Just thought me being here would give you some motivation.” As you expected he brightens and a happy smile forms on his face as he wraps his arm around you.

“You spoil me, doll.” He kisses the side of your head. “And I’m sorry we had to leave, I know you were looking forward to our date too.” The island you were at has an amusement park the both of you were excited for, but his responsibilities have to come first. People’s lives are involved.

“Oh well, it’s simply how things ended up.” You adjust your bag with a sigh as the two of you arrive, walking inside and into the meeting room. The others are already here, brightening when they spot Shanks.

“Chief!” They surround him, glad that he came. There’s the sound of someone clearing their throat, the governor.

“Settle down, the meeting will begin.” At her words the rest of the workers sit back down. The two of you sit next to each other. You were slightly hoping otherwise but as expected the meeting isn’t very interesting. The good thing, and the main reason why Shanks met with them instead of going straight to fighting, is that the governor and her council look very relieved now that he’s here. It may be a small-time pirate to Shanks, but to them it’s someone that could ravage their island without the redhead’s protection. Thankfully the meeting doesn’t feel heavy at all. No panic or mourning since there were no casualties, which means you don’t have to feel guilty when you carefully slip your hand to your inner thigh and flip the switch connected to the vibrator pressed against your g-spot. It starts to buzz and Shanks looks at you when you flinch.

“You okay?” He whispers and you nod, letting the meeting continue as you squirm every so often. You gulp and take out the photo snail and paper, giving it a small shush so it knows to be silent. Your husband deserves this little pick me up, and this may or may not be for you too. You stand up, excusing yourself to the bathroom; but not after sneakily handing the snail to Shanks with the photo paper. The captain looks confused but takes it, assuming that the squirming must’ve been from you holding your bladder. You head to the bathroom and pull the camera snail from your bag once you’re inside. Shaking slightly, you breathe deeply before dressing yourself down; revealing the lingerie hidden under your clothes. The vibrator has been pressing on your g-spot for half an hour, your panties already slick with arousal. The thought of Shanks’s reaction sends a throb of arousal in your lower stomach and you angle the camera up from below, spreading your thighs enough to reveal the remote strapped to your thigh and the way the cable disappears into the wet fabric of the lingerie.

Snap

It snaps the photo. You take another deep breath before clicking the shell of the snail to send it.

(Shanks's POV)

“Hm?” Shanks looks down at the Photo Snail that had been resting on his thigh. It’s tapping his stomach with one of its eyes to grab his attention before opening its mouth. A photo from the bathroom? Or maybe it’s just a note you wanted to pass, maybe you’re not feeling well and this is your way of telling him. His eyebrows furrow in worry and he gives the piece of paper to the snail. It puts it into its mouth, taking a moment to project the photo onto the paper. ‘I should’ve followed.’ He thinks to himself as the now finished photo is ejected from the snail’s mouth. The redhead picks the paper up and his eyes widen seeing what’s displayed. His beautiful wife in sexy lingerie and a remote strapped to her inner thigh, the small wire weaving underneath her panties and into the tight, wet heat within. You gave this to him before you left. ‘The squirming, she… she’s in the bathroom right now.’ It slowly connects inside his head as blood rushes to his head.

Splurt

“Chief!?” The mayor of the island quickly panics as blood spurts from Shanks’s nose at the sight of your secret nude. The secretary walks to him and the captain quickly hides the photo’s visual from their eyes.

“I’m fine I’m fine.” A tissue is handed to him which he puts to his nose, the bleeding calming down before another wave comes out at the realization that you’ve been wearing that this entire time for him. “Excuse me.” He quickly stuffs the photo into his pocket with the snail, tossing the bloody tissue into the trash before speed walking out of the room to the bathroom. He gets to the bathroom door and you falter, putting your clothes on and opening the door.

“Yes?-” You get that out but not much else as he pushes his way into the room, shuts the door, and kisses you. Your hand reaches behind him and locks it, making him grin into the kiss.

“Hiding yourself from me now, hm?” His hand reaches under your shirt, smiling wider when he feels the lacy bra underneath. “And when you interrupted me so confidently.” He gets close to your ear and slips his hand down your waistband. “So naughty.”

“Shanks..” You shiver and he groans when he slips his fingers to your bare heat, feeling how wet you are. His fingers gently circle your clit before suddenly quickening the speed, making you gasp and moan into his shoulder. He continues while placing loving kisses to your face until you’re close. Before you can cum he stops and pulls his hand away. You lightly glare at him and he gives you a small peck on the lips.

“You’ll get what you want. I just want to get what I want.” He tugs your shirt up, pupils dilating when your boobs lightly bounce. “All prettied up for me.” Shanks kisses down your body desperately, pulling your bottoms down with his teeth and hand on the way down. Once on his knees he presses his tongue to your clothed pussy, savoring the wetness with a groan. His lips kiss where your clit is, his breath heavy as he messily makes out with your cunt; licking and sucking on the fabric until the saliva mixes with your slick. By the time he’s finished you’re shaking, struggling to keep yourself standing. You don’t need to anymore though, feeling yourself being lifted up as he rises with his arm under your knees and the hem of your shirt between his teeth. Once you’re up his body pins you to the wall with your legs at his sides. He leans in and kisses you, prying your lips open with his tongue to transfer the cloth from his mouth to yours. Once it’s bitten down he pulls away. “Hold that up for me, hun.”

“Mm~” You’re only in your lingerie now, your shirt hiding nothing by the hem held between your teeth. You wrap your legs around him tightly and unbutton his shirt, sliding his coat off and shirt off as he holds you up with his body. His hand shuffles down to his pants until you feel his bare length pressing against you. He grinds and you jolt with a small moan, the loveliest sound to him. Next, he pulls your panties to the side just enough so he can fuck you in the lingerie. The vibrator slips out of you with a tug on the cable and he replaces it with his tip to your entrance. His arm tightens around your body and he slowly sinks you down until you two are joined with matching moans.

“Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” His cock throbs inside of you, hard and hot from the picture you surprised him with. He pulls back until only the tip is in, then sinks you down again; slow and steady so you can feel every drag of his dick against your walls. It repeats again and again until you whine.

“Stop teasing me..!” He chuckles at your complaint and finally ups the speed, his strong hold keeping you up while he thrusts in and out of you.

“You’re too sexy not to tease.” He mumbles, sucking a mark onto your pulse point. “Pretty girl.” He grinds forward, rolling his hips so his pelvis presses against your clit before going back to his thrusts. “My girl.” While the pleasure clouds your mind you feel his arm pull back before a buzzing sound is heard.

“What?” You question before yelping when the vibrator is pressed to your bud.

“Wouldn’t want this to go to waste, right?” He puts it snugly between your folds. When you squirm he pulls you hard against him. “Nuh uh, doll. This is for you.” Shanks groans as he thrusts quicker. “All for you.” You whimper and dig your nails into his shoulders, the pain making him gasp and throb inside you. It’s hot, the buzzing on your clit, his length, his body against yours. Your lower stomach pulses with pleasure and you moan as a coil forms inside.

“Shanks~!” You moan and he places a reassuring kiss on your lips.

“Go ahead, doll, cum for me. Cum around your husband’s cock as he fucks you.” His words are the last push and you keen as the coil snaps, sending pleasure straight to your head as you climax. He grunts, panting at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and his thrusts slow.

“(Y/n)? Chief?” Someone asks from the other side. Contrary to common sense, Shanks doesn’t stop. Instead he switches to long deep strokes that move your body with each meet of your hips. The movement moves the vibrator from straight onto your bud to the side, yet not enough to stop the buzzing from stimulating you.

“Sorry, she needed a bit of help. She feels sick.” You whimper and he kisses you silent.

“Oh, I hope she feels better soon. The meeting is almost over so she can leave without missing anything important. The only thing missing is your orders.” He pulls away, giving a small shh before speaking.

“I’ll have to help her back to the ship, I can give them to you here.” You clasp a hand over your mouth when he gives a sudden harsh thrust. His jaw clenches for a moment to stop a groan. “..I’ll stay here for a few days to collect info then get my boys to find those troublemakers. We’ll scare 'em then, kill the main ones and you guys-” He gives another harsh thrust. “-can toss the rest in jail. Your choice.” Right after he’s done he presses his lips to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth while going back to his rough pace despite your sensitive body and the person still on the other side of the door.

“Okay then, I'll relay that to everyone else.” They say as Shanks’s thrusts get sloppier, your orgasm is building up again and you don’t know if you can keep quiet enough for them not to hear. You’re trying so hard to hold it in but your husband doesn’t let up at all. “I’ll be seeing you, chief.” His lips leave to press his forehead against yours.

“See you around.” His voice is deep, footsteps getting quiet. The moment they’re gone your control gives out and you cum with a cry.

“Shanks!♡” Your pulse around him and he pants at the feeling, barely managing to ride your orgasm before he finally bottoms out to coat your walls with his cum; keeping his body covering yours until he’s filled you up. Finally the throbbing ends and Shanks sinks to the ground with you on his lap.

“I thought you were going to be normal and slow down.” You state nervously, turning the vibrator off and tossing it to the side.

“I tried, but you were too sexy trying to keep quiet. Hard to keep control.” He gives you a small kiss. “They’ll just assume you were whining from a stomach ache. You look a mess enough to have been throwing up.” A grin forms on his face. “I look close enough when I get real bad hangovers.” His comparison makes you frown and lightly smack him on the shoulder. “Ouch, that's where you scratched.”

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You both fix up the best you can, going with the excuse that you threw up to explain your messiness even when the cum inside you is pooling into the lingerie panties. When you two get back to the ship he cleans you up better, kisses here and there that may have gotten too heated for two people who just got done fucking in a building bathroom; but you do get clean. Since you’re supposedly sick you two stay in the ship and cuddle in bed. Maybe this isn’t as good as a nice date at an amusement park, but the two of you still ended up together; and that's really what cheers Shanks up.

I did it! Ill be making a male version of this too but rn im too tired and i wouldnt bee able to focus okay back yo sleep honk shoo honk shoo.

[kings-highway]

As Haikyuu fan, are you surprised that Yamaguchi is the captain in 3rd year? I was shocked when I knew it. I thought it will be, Hinata.

And, why do you think Haikyuu is fans favorite for m/m shipping? Like, what about Haikyuu that made shippers love it so much?

Hi hi!

I definitely was surprised to find out Yamaguchi became captain, and you'll probably be surprised to find out that I actually have big opinions on it. Overall, I understand why Yamaguchi became captain and I think it was a relatively interesting move, and do definitely respect the choice. It certainly leaves a lot of interesting options open. *However,* I do also think it was the haikyuu narratives' weakest decision. And I mean that in terms of symbolism and balance. Yamaguchi is given *zero* interaction with captains, or to-be captains, on any teams, that show any kind of affinity towards leadership and growth in that direction. The only point you see him showing leadership qualities is his scene with Tsukki, with the "what else do we need but our pride," philosophy. Otherwise, the character arc he goes on is far more concerned with his personal lack of ability. Yamaguchi's story is "I want to be good enough to stand on the court" NOT "I want to be good enough to support my team." which is a very important distinction. And what's upseting about this is that I can see Yamaguchi's character arc so clearly to become captain, but they never give him those moments. Ennoshita is clearly shown wrangling and having moments to corral the team, Daichi is obvious a constant pillar of support and understands what makes everyone tick perfectly - all they would have had to do is, say, show Yamaguchi giving one (1) pep talk that was to someone other that his childhood best friend, or like, not panicking and thinking Yachi was dead when all he needed to do was give her Gravol.

I think the best way to fix the Yamaguchi-to-captain story would have been to give him even just one or two moments in the Inarizaki match where he is able to identify Kita as both the captain and a spare player, and recognize that valuable players are not always star-lineup players. Because at the end of the day, Ennoshita was a Daichi-style captain, but Yamaguchi is a Kita-captain. He works relentlessly even when there is little payout, his skills are all honed and practiced instead of raw talent, and he certainly could earn the #1, but I think his hatred of his bench position is what sets him apart from Kita and makes his eventual captaincy feel like a random decision, because a true captain would have learn, at some point, that if he wasn't the best player for the team, then it was good he was sitting out. Like Kita does - and like vice-captain Suga demonstrates as well.

And on TOP of it all, Hinata is given *direct* comparison to Daichi several times throughout the show (learning to receive, being the only middle school captains to "care" when they lose, they both have the same bike scene where they stop in front of a TV to learn about the volleyball game.) AND Hinata is explicitly stated to be like "direct sunlight" where characters are CONSTANTLY describing how being with him makes them want to fight as hard as they can. Fucking *Tsukki* even says it, at the training camp, how Hinata just being in the room makes him feel like he has to work way harder. Plus he clawed his middle school team together from the ground up with his own hands, he was made to be a captain. But for some reason Hinata is denied being the team captain, maybe because it would be "too obvious," even though Hinata LEARNS that "it's about the team" lesson that Yamaguchi never does in his pursuit of a better serve.

So I like Captain Yamaguchi, I think it does work well. But I think it was a weak storytelling decision that, because it's not played into, actually detracts from Yamaguchi's storyline by making him (in the meta narrative) as important as the others. So you get your four first years, and you have the star setter, the mastermind blocker, the ace, and the captain, whereas Yamaguchi spends the whole series supposedly showing that "even average people can learn to fight," that's sort of detracted from by the storytelling choice of him secretly being the to-be captain the whole time (unless, of course, they had leaned into the Kita-thing.)

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Also Haikyuu fans have mostly M/M shipping because they have 100+ named characters with personalities, backstories and futures and 6 of them are women.

You can talk about what toxic women-hating discourse you want to, but the truth is, the haikyuu fandom *loves* it's women. And they respect pretty much every canon M/F Ship. Mika and Daishou are ADORED. If someone doesn't like TanaKiyo, it's usually to swap it for KiyoYachi, a F/F ship. I don't know about you, but pretty much every DaiSuga shipper I know is also like 90% sure that canon DaiYui would be absolutely delightful. Personally, if Bokuaka weren't so popular I think Yuki and Bokuto would have been an adorable ship, and I wish people shipped Terushima with Hana more. They have a lot of good, natural chemistry with the very few named women available, but unfortunately this is a show about boys' sports teams and my god it shows.

And unfortunately it's the fault of the haikyuu promotional team and writers for creating the shipping culture it has, because these characters have fucking government assigned best friends that always appear together. All the most popular ships are literally besties and appear beside each other as mascots for their team. I mean, look at this picture: This is the loading screen wallpaper for the Haikyuu mobile game "Fly High"

That's... yep. With the exception of the Miya Twins, that's every character + their most popular ship.

As a result, I think the haikyuu fandom tended to latch onto the pairs idea. All the common ships - even rarer ones - are usually based on who the characters' assigned bathroom buddy is. And notably, the only break for this is Asahi-Noya-Tanaka. Where Noya seems to flip between standing beside Tanaka and standing beside Asahi, which REALLY highlights even moreso why these pairs are taken as romantic, because then only reason this happens is because Tanaka's actual pair is his future fucking wife.

And before anyone says "but SakuAtsu-!" yall cannot escape the fact that Sakusa's first biggest ship was his cousin (and assigned bathroom buddy) that yall shipped because they were pairs and only managed to break out of it when the cousin-fairy came down from the sky like a fucked up Cassandra Clare plotline. But, Atsumu was only "free" to be shipped because his assigned bathroom buddy was his brother.

This isn't, obviously, to diss any of these pair ships - I love all of them! Because I love friends to lovers more than anything else, and I think it's really cute that all the haikyuu characters get a little bestie to follow them around. But I also think the "Haikyuu only likes M/M ships" idea is a bit of a correlation/causation misdirect, because it's a show that really does only have M/M friendships, and still absolutely adores the women when given them. At least... on my side of the internet. If you're experiencing Kiyoko hate call 911 and leave the building now, you're in the wrong half of the fandom my friend.

[aroace-rizgukgak]

Okay, a few episodes in, let's go back over Comfrey's message and what it means for what we've learned. There's a lot of in-depth stuff here, so I'll put it below the cut.

Comfrey said that her expedition disembarked from Ramonsu Power Station. First, an in-world character calls it the Ramonsu Temple. A different interpretation of the location? Multiple purposes? The tile, with the cypher that Siobhan solved, was about the "power of Ramonsu", which lines up with how Comfrey saw it.

Comfrey also said she was assisted by the House of Fehujar. Both "Ramonsu" and "Fehujar" receive hostile reactions, as though it is taboo to even say their names.

The guy who tried to run off demanded to know what they knew about the Eyeless Hand, AND obviously knew who Comfrey was. This also definitely lines up, as Comfrey said in her message that they were "discovered by the agents of the Eyeless Hand", and combined with that guy stabbing his own forehead and giving off horrifying energy, we can assume the Eyeless Hand is not much of an ally.

Comfrey also said that she left on her expedition on the 44th of Tahal, and combined with all of the other Zood things she was involved with makes it clear that had been there a WHILE. She didn't send that message when she GOT there, it took her a while before she believed herself truly in enough peril to need to send it. We don't know how long she was visiting Zood, or how long she'd been there when she sent the message.

She clearly believes Zood to be very dangerous, though also loves it, classic adventure shit. And at the time of recording she seemed to be in a lot of danger. So it seems at this point that she technically went missing TWICE on her adventure, missing from Gath, AND missing from Zood, though she is obviously not well known in Zood. So hilariously enough, it seems this lady went on a huge adventure and found another WORLD, and upon arriving immediately started ANOTHER adventure.

So it's starting to seem like, finding Comfrey was never about GETTING there, that was the straightforward part, a whole bunch of OTHER stuff is going on here. Who knows what trouble she's gotten herself into?

My worry is definitely what happened to Comfrey to make her, after YEARS of doing this without her friends and family, decide to send that message. How afraid and certain of her fate must she have beem to finally send one? What happened, did the Eyeless Hand people get her? Sounded like her ship was going down, did she get hurt? Imagine if it ends up she just fucking DIED.

And who worked with her? Why was Mordecestershire in contact with her much longer, he seems kind of terrible, why did she choose him? Why did Comfrey decide to do the journey without her old crew, even if she regretted it in her message? How did she know so much about Van's prosthesis? Why did she leave the Zood-capable mech to Olethra?

I am FASCINATED by this character

[sgartiste]

I need to put this out there now or else I’ll never put it to words. A month or so back, I gave my recommendation for A Tale Of Ice And Smoke by SooperSara while I was in the middle of reading it. Back then I was on Chapter Twenty-Something and at this point I’ve finished it and

OH MY GOSH THIS FIC IS AMAAAAZIIIIIING!!!

First of all, Book 1 of the series is complete and has been adapted into an audiobook narrated by the author herself. Barring a few overlaps in the voice clips (;P), it’s incredibly well put together and the author represents and distinguishes the cast incredibly. If you’re interested and willing, please, please, PLEASE give it a listen.

Imma start talking about the plot itself now, so spoilers if you wanna check the fic out yourself.

So, a friend of mine introduced the concept of podfics to me a little over a year ago, and decided to check a decently sized one out to explore the genre. I chose ATOIAS because, one, it was a fandom I was familiar with, and two, it was my favorite subgenre of fics, that being girlboss roleswap AUs. (my beloved) To put it very simply, it’s basically ‘what if Katara was the Avatar?’. The story revolves around her perspective and her experience as the Avatar throughout all of Book 1, and makes damn well sure to differentiate what this role means to her from Aang. Who is also in the fic, to be clear. And also the Avatar. 

EH!? TWO AVATARS!? EHHHHHH!? So basically Aang died in the iceberg after 84 years and Katara became the Avatar, and then she encountered him in the North, and accidentally used some Avatar mumbo jumbo to bring him back to life. It was an interesting, and admittedly off-putting idea. I originally felt it detracted from the main premise, but SooperSara makes sure to both take full advantage of this plot point and ensure that this story is still very much Katara’s. It’s important to remember that a very important part of a good fic that readapts the original’s plot is to make the bits distinguishable enough to truly make their story their own, and as — especially as — the plot progresses, the author does that very well.

Let’s talk about Zuko. Zuko, Zuko, Zuko. The author ships Zutara HARD. Don’t blame her, it’s peak. Katara/Zuko was a relationship mentioned in the tags, and I was totally fine with it, but little did I know at the time, the fun girlboss roleswap AU fic was just a poorly disguised Zutara fic! To be clear, there is NOTHING wrong with that. At all. I don’t usually go for slow burn fics  barring a handful of ships I fixate on. Zutara is not one of them. That didn’t stop me from growing addicted to the relationship. 🫠 

For starters, Katara’s role as the Avatar is unknown to most of the population, as most people think it’s just Aang. The only ones who know it outside the Gaang and a couple of characters who catch her in the act, are Zuko and Iroh. So Zuko now has to both capture Aang AND Katara to complete his mission and return his honor and yadda yadda yadda and he has to do all of this without stirring suspicion lest a certain Zhao spread the news and try to take over his mission. So Zuko immediately has a strong and unique connection to Katara compared to canon which is the real basis behind the butterfly that leads to the growing relationship. He focuses his pursuits on her and her responses are muuuuuch different than Aang’s, usually by giving him an earful or the occasional fistful whilst the latter would usually attempt to disengage. That’s another thing. SooperSara really knows how to make the cast feel like the kids they are. The squabbles, sputters and scowls (:P) by all of the Gaang make them all feel so natural and in character and it really strengthens their character, especially in Katara and Zuko’s sense. The former is petty and the latter is grumpy and the dynamic between the two of them is just so, SO endearing. Anyway, Zuko ends up being as much of a protagonist as Katara as the perspective constantly changes to his and much of the most important emotional beats involve his time with the reader. Aang and Sokka also get some focus, and their characters are certainly not ignored, but Zuko and Katara are the backbone of what makes this fic so good.

The first quarter of the fic is a retelling of the first half of Book 1, while taking some creative liberties to alter certain plot points, and that was all fine and dandy and exactly what I expected, but the plot takes a BIG change during the adaptation of Episode 15 where Aang and the group have their falling out over the map to Hakoda except Zuko and June actually succeed in their mission to catch the Avatar mainly because the fight with Aang has increased meaning for Katara and Katara is actually Zuko’s primary target. The augmented drama ends up with Katara stuck on a Fire Nation ship for… quite a while. Like… for weeks. Like… the second quarter of the 80-chapter fic is in this boat, mainly in this cell. It’s a very small, tight setting. And I was initially very impatient as to when this chunk would be over, wanting to go back to ‘episodes of avatar but katara is the mc’. What I didn’t realize was how this new setting would be the perfect place for the relationship between Zuko and Katara, as well as Iroh and Katara for that matter. The way she’s so self-defeatingly and dangerously defensive in the beginning and the efforts Zuko went to make sure she didn’t end up killing herself in the cell — by keeping her in Iroh’s company — were admirable. And Katara slowly comes to realize that Zuko, despite himself and his own feelings, is, at the very least, a very decent and complicated person. And Zuko is constantly conflicted by how much he finds he cares about not only his prisoner, but the other people around him as Katara constantly calls him out and gets on his nerves in their verbal skirmishes while still showing each other respect. In the end, they’re both kids, and they were thankfully raised on good morals despite their actions. Katara’s animosity between him for his actions, calling him just as bad as Zhao, remains until he ends up saving her life when Zhao blows up Zuko’s ship. I was initially a little detached from this change, constantly wondering which chapter would be the end of this tangent, but the growing bond between these two seemingly incompatible kids had somehow snared me sometime within. The chapter where Zuko returns Katara’s necklace was the first time I have EVER cried during a fanfic, and that was only enhanced by listening to the audiobook. (Another reason to go listen to it >:[)

So, yeah. About that. Preceding The Siege of The North, Zhao dismisses Zuko’s crew and basically destroys his mission to capture the Avatar all in his father’s name, and after attempting to blow the prince up as well as his newfound doubts of his mission via Katara being herself (in the most annoying way possible) Zuko is practically broken. He survives the explosion and stows away on Zhao’s ship with Iroh and when the plans to attack the North become apparent, Zuko, good-natured, guilty, and disillusioned by Katara’s constant questions feels a responsibility to protect and prepare the Avatar for the oncoming invasion. Not necessarily because he likes her or anything… o_o …but because his own conscience, now clearer than ever, recognizes that this attack is wrong and he has to do something about it.

The entire second half of the 80-chapter fic is in the Northern Water Tribe, which I was actually happy with, especially after how my feelings changed after the Fire Nation ship. It meant we’d get to spend more time with Yue and see Katara grow as a waterbender, and it would help strengthen the character and relationships between the rest of the Gaang. It takes a bit for Katara to actually get to train, Pakku being Pakku, but it really feels as if it pays off by the end. And Zuko. Zuko, Zuko, Zuko. He shows up much earlier than in canon to warn Katara, albeit with no real plan past that… because he’s Zuko. So when he’s found, which is thankfully very quickly, Katara drags him by the ear and sticks him in an ice pit for the next twenty chapters. In that time he becomes acquainted with the Gaang and soon gets dismissed as a threat. They talk, they bond, they spar once Zuko is allowed out and the relationships get plenty of time to develop and solidify in ways that never could’ve been possible in 20 minute episodes while still maintaining an enjoyable pace, which is impressive considering this is 40 chapters that represent 2 episodes. Zuko and Katara’s relationship carries the whole thing. Zuko’s awkward, angsty and bad with feelings, and Katara’s ill-tempered, spiteful and wears her emotions on her sleeve. They’re kind of perfect for each other. The perfect people to talk to — read ‘argue with’. Seeing them feel so much responsibility and connection for each other (though, not quite love [yet]) more and more is an addicting feeling.  While I won’t spoil the ending with the Siege, I will say that everything that’s happened wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for Zhao being an asshole. So thank him for the Zutarany goodness.

But seriously, this is one of the best fics I’ve indulged in, and certainly the best one I’ve ever listened to. Author’s in the middle of Book 2 right now, which I have admittedly not begun, but I’m really looking forward to reading it.

tl;dr, came for the girlboss, stayed for the zutara. 

also sokka says fuck. 10/10 would recommend.

[allthecastlesonclouds]

d20 fic-off 2025 fic recs! (part one)

so, this is the first post of two i'll be making! was struck with the want to toss some of the many fics i enjoyed from this year out into the world, because people truly threw themselves into this event and i had such a fun time reading the fics i read (because i'd wager a guess i read the most fics of the non-mods)

welcome to part one! more lighthearted fics! and also ell. ell's here too.

Diversity Win! Aguefort Gym Is Gay! by @luvo27 (fantasy high, 5k words, archive locked)

luvo’s in world voice is amazing and when i say this fic is the exact amount of wildness that exists in like. a fantasy high liveshow. i mean it. i’m invested in these buildings’ love story, god dammit!

stillness in woe by @serenescribe (fantasy high fabian&riz, 106.5k words)

my dear, dear friend ell, i was hanging on to every single word of that fic. Being able to live react was delightful and AUGH every beat of that story hits so well. fabian’s and riz’s bond is. so so well portrayed. and the world that you’ve created, too, is beautiful.

untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied by @vivitalks! (a starstruck odyssey, sid/barry, 4.6k words)

sundrysyx (/sidbarry) is one of my pc/pc ships EVER. and this is delightful! the chaos of AnarchEra is amazingly captured and everyone is so them

premature quangle by @arcanearies (fh/tuc, pete&kristen, 2k words, archive locked)

the one time you will write kristen happy, my friend, and you did it beautifully! The first two beardsley pcs facing each other and pete being. truly so so lost while kristen thinks the interaction was a 10/10. amazing amazing amazing 

come over and wreck my heart by @starstruckodysseys (never stop blowing up, dripsdrops, 3k words, archive locked)

leave it to reese to expand the universe of the characters that our amazing/awesome action heroes took over, by, of course, putting them in college. feat beautiful lesbianism that i’m so sad didn’t happen in canon. dripsdrops theeee ship name ever.

They Did The Monster Mash (It Was A Graveyard Smash) by @mossterious and @starstruckodysseys (never stop blowing up, 61k words, 20/30 chapters)

this one isn’t yet complete but i am patiently waiting because. NSBU Universal Monsters AU. featuring familiars i will forever be suspicious of (i shouldn’t be) (but they’re suspicious goddammit) the formatting is so cool and the voices are amazing– which is important because the fic’s in script format!

the stars are out tonight by @scalematey (the unsleeping city/stardew valley, kingston brown&oc, 7.8k words)

a “kingston brown forced out of nyc (to go to pelican town) (to help the farmer who’s a populi)” fic that truly delights me. Make that man stand in the rain!!!! hell yeah!!!

Christmas in July by @rrat-king (fantasy high, kristen/tracker, 4.5k)

this fic is the wonderful, wonderful result of “making fig’s two birthdays canon compliant” AND has beautiful trackerbees AND has amazing bad kids and manorlings dynamics!! Bird you’ve done it again <3

A Correspondence of Natalia Cicero Connie Lee Carter Bajar Shortly Prior to Lunch On The 30th Day Of The 219th Cycle of Anarch Era by @remidyal (a starstruck odyssey, 205 words)

a letter that’s a poem that’s an ultimatum. it’s torturous. it’s beautiful.

Skating by @thepoweroffriendshipgivesumoney (fantasy high, sklonda&riz&tbk&tbp, 964 words, archive locked)

talking about what the bad kids would do on the ice was so fun, and juse’s descriptions of them are even better. sklonda’s voice is delightful, too!

Gay Gym? by Artistkitty (fantasy high, fig/ayda/gorgug, 303 words, archive locked)

fig/ayda/gorgug theee ship ever i love them smmmm! It’s so short and sweet and cute and! aa!

forget the world now, we won't let them see by @highfiveheroes (fantasy high, fabian/gorgug, 3k words, archive locked)

some soft pre-canon thistlecaster in the aftermath of a figayda wedding, and when i say soft i mean soft and cute and sweet and the fluffiest ever <3333

Good-Night, Sweet Prince by @unsleepingtales (fantasy high, 1k words, archive locked)

!!!!!!! fic written for me i thinkkk. body euphoria for zayn after death with some mentioned yolanda&zayn friendship and. alksadhflkjasd<333

AITA for giving a second chance to the guy that attacked me and my friends? by @fish-food-s (fantasy high, adaine/oisin, 2k words, archive locked)

this was a delightfully fun fic to comment on as i followed along, and i highly recommend everyone read the comments to see a bunch of people pretend to be characters in universe as Adaine Goes Through It In The Relationship World <33

[axl-ion]

OK, I was writing up on the contrast principle between Spy and Medic (since this is a very interesting class contrast), but one thing that is also important for the contrast principle that I haven't mentioned is looking for the traits that characters share.

So let's do that now with Speeding Bullet of course.

Scout and Sniper are both some of the youngest members of the team, both being in their 20s at the time of taking the job. Despite Sniper's professionalism, they could arguably have similar amount of experience (given that Scout was pretty young when he and his brother were fighting people). We can also logically deduct that you don't take a Mercenary job for Mann Co./Redmond/Blutchard/The Administrator unless there's something fundamentally not OK with you. Since it's pretty apparent that everyone there is a nutjob, just on a different scale (can't stress enough how bs the discussions around which one of them is the normal person are, like... No, none of them are normal, they are all just different kind of insanity, the closest to normal is Heavy and that's only off hours).

They are actually both pretty proud people, even if it manifests a bit differently. But not too much, they are both pretty boastful (if that's the right word) when it comes to their accomplishments. They are both runts, Scout as the youngest sibling of 8 and Sniper as like... The only Australian that isn't a super-powered, pub-fighting macho with a lot of body hair and Australia shaped chest hair (although it's later revealed he is actually from New Zealand, which kinda makes him more of a runt than he already was). They are also rude to all the other classes, just kinda have a different main target (for Scout I think it's mainly Heavy, for Sniper... Guess who)

Also can't go without mentioning that they are both connected by the character of Spy, even if in different ways. Sniper is one of the few characters who knows about Spy being Scout's father and Spy is also the class specifically designed to be as anti-Sniper as possible (although still allowing for counterplay). Scout meanwhile shares quite a bit of his deadbeat father's gameplay - he's a Pick class, he closes distance, but he doesn't like Spy and will never admit they are related. And Sniper doesn't like Spy either at first! It's only later on that all 3 warm up to eachother (please do NOT take this as shipping all 3, you can warm up to a person without it meaning anything beyond a platonic or familial bond). Speaking of family, they are actually pretty family oriented people, with their goal being to not be a disappointment (which they also share with Demoman).

They are also pretty frequent picks amongst players and I have seen a lot of people (including me) who are both Scout and Sniper mains. And their biggest foes are a lot of the times... Themselves. Or well opposing Snipers and Scouts. Scout on Scout match is the closest in pure skill demonstration as you can get with it often coming down to who can actually aim as a Scout. Sniper on Sniper is also a demonstration of quick scoping (which I don't know how to preform at all) or if you can shoot and cover before the other Sniper. Like... I've told you about 2Fort Tenis before. They also both rely on the player being somewhat capable in positioning themselves. Good sightline for Sniper is key and nothing is as annoying as you thinking you have it secured only for some random Scout to appear from some sort of random hole or something. Both classes are either very difficult or surprisingly easy to kill, they + Spy and Engineer have the lowest HP pool and are pretty specialised at what they are doing, but have some diversity options available to them (like, you could go Huntsman Sniper to be a bit more mobile, Shortstop, Cleaver Scout to gain a bit more distance, supporting options in Jarate and Mad Milk respectively).

To close this essay, let me make a call for suggestions as to Who gets compared next? I know I said I am working on Spy and Medic, but also Who should I do after? So far I'm thinking about Heavy and Scout, but tell me your tips!

[ciimarron]

free my boy from his own show he did nothing wrong

[reachhforthestars]

Sonic 3 spoilers!!! Talking about the mid credits scene/what people have been saying about it under the cut

feeling like the only one who doesnt want reverse sonamy for the movies </3

or more accurately, fine sonic can have an obvious crush on her but i dont want ‘reverse sonamy’ to mean ‘amy doesnt have a crush on sonic.’ she can be lowkey about it or whatever (like sonic is sometimes in the games/other media) but to me part of Who She Is is that shes this super cool, super strong, intelligent fighter but shes also still a young girl who has crushes and believes in fate and is guided by her compassion, not by her strength or her mission or her love of adventure.

shes such a good character because while she is physically strong and possibly slightly magic, those are equally as important as her love and compassion and care for the world and people around her. preserving amys girlhood is important to me like loving sonic isnt her single defining character trait bc she ‘has to have a crush on a guy’ but it is a main character trait because thats just who she is. a loving person who sees the good in the world and wants to protect it and loves sonic because she sees him as the embodiment of that

[urinarythreatinfection]

Surprise

Shanks x Bottom Male Reader. Smut. 2790 words. Fem Vers

Desc: You plan a surprise for your bummed lover

cw: Feminine lingerie, public-ish sex, unprotected sex.

You and Shanks don’t get all the time in the world to be able to go on dates, even if pirates are considered to be free. Sure, he has his own treasurer and other crewmates to take care of tedious paperwork, but there are still things that only a Yonko with multiple islands and fleets can do. Managing the crew’s morale, not being far from them, not staying on one island for too long, managing the fleets, avoiding other Yonkos’ territories while moving islands; all of it adds up to a real huge hassle. Now with the new generation there are younger, cockier pirates that try to challenge him too. Even more to manage, which is how the two of you and your date plans got ruined. A young cocky pirate snuck onto one of his territories and caused havoc. Luckily there was a fleet stationed there to avoid casualties but they managed to escape. That means your plans have been cancelled. He’s starting to get really jealous of Luffy and his single crew. The small solace is that the kid will have to learn some responsibility if he really ends up as pirate king, even Roger begrudgingly did in his short time. It’s all been such a bummer for Shanks, and you’ve noticed it as you sail. So what have you decided to do about it?

‘...Maybe this is a bad idea.’ You think to yourself as you stare at the lingerie on the bed. Since your date has been cancelled you’ve decided to try something new, something especially exciting to make up for the ruined plans. You know your husband is very receptive to you, adores you, and is really open to trying… new things; so you came up with a plan. You’ll accompany him to the island meeting, which’ll cheer him up on its own, but you’ll give him a surprise. Lingerie under your clothes and a small vibrator hidden inside you, sending him a risque photo in the middle of the meeting. However, this might be too much even for him. You pick up your little camera snail and the photo snail. You’re starting to get nervous. ‘What if he thinks I went too far and I put him in an even worse mood?’ Your worries tell you. You swat them away. No, you will do this. It’ll be fun seeing how Shanks will react and if he does like it he’ll definitely like it a lot. Plus you already have everything ready. Your eyes trail to the little egg vibrator that'll soon be inside you, feeling your face heat up as you feel the ship come to a stop. You’ve docked. It’s time.

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“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Shanks tells you as the two of you walk. “It’s not gonna be interesting. It’ll just be about threatening the enemies to back off, make an example, and that’s it. It’s mostly to reassure them.”

“I know you’re not looking forward to it, though. You’ve been bummed since we had to leave to come here. Just thought me being here would give you some motivation.” As you expected he brightens and a happy smile forms on his face as he wraps his arm around you.

“You spoil me, hun.” He kisses the side of your head. “And I’m sorry we had to leave, I know you were looking forward to our date too.” The island you were at has an amusement park the both of you were excited for, but his responsibilities have to come first. People’s lives are involved.

“Oh well, it’s simply how things ended up.” You adjust your bag with a sigh as the two of you arrive, walking inside and into the meeting room. The others are already here, brightening when they spot Shanks.

“Chief!” They surround him, glad that he came. There’s the sound of someone clearing their throat, the governor.

“Settle down, the meeting will begin.” At her words the rest of the workers sit back down. The two of you sit next to each other. You were slightly hoping otherwise but as expected the meeting isn’t very interesting. The good thing, and the main reason why Shanks met with them instead of going straight to fighting, is that the governor and her council look very relieved now that he’s here. It may be a small-time pirate to Shanks, but to them it’s someone that could ravage their island without the redhead’s protection. Thankfully the meeting doesn’t feel heavy at all. No panic or mourning since there were no casualties, which means you don’t have to feel guilty when you carefully slip your hand to your inner thigh and flip the switch connected to the vibrator pressed against your prostate. It starts to buzz and Shanks looks at you when you flinch.

“You okay?” He whispers and you nod, letting the meeting continue as you squirm every so often with your shirt strategically covering your crotch. You gulp and take out the photo snail and paper, giving it a small shush so it knows to be silent. Your husband deserves this little pick me up, and this may or may not be for you too. You stand up, excusing yourself to the bathroom; but not after sneakily handing the snail to Shanks with the photo paper. The captain looks confused but takes it, assuming that the squirming must’ve been from you holding your bladder. You head to the bathroom and pull the camera snail from your bag once you’re inside. Shaking slightly, you breathe deeply before dressing yourself down; revealing the lingerie hidden under your clothes. The vibrator has been pressing on your prostate for half an hour, your panties already sticky with cum. The thought of Shanks’s reaction sends a throb of arousal to your dick and you angle the camera up from below, spreading your thighs enough to reveal the remote strapped to your thigh and the way the cable disappears into the fabric behind.

Snap

It snaps the photo. You take another deep breath before clicking the shell of the snail to send it.

(Shanks's POV)

“Hm?” Shanks looks down at the Photo Snail that had been resting on his thigh. It’s tapping his stomach with one of its eyes to grab his attention before opening its mouth. A photo from the bathroom? Or maybe it’s just a note you wanted to pass, maybe you’re not feeling well and this is your way of telling him. His eyebrows furrow in worry and he gives the piece of paper to the snail. It puts it into its mouth, taking a moment to project the photo onto the paper. ‘I should’ve followed.’ He thinks to himself as the now finished photo is ejected from the snail’s mouth. The redhead picks the paper up and his eyes widen seeing what’s displayed. His beautiful husband in sexy lingerie and a remote taped to his inner thigh, the small wire weaving underneath his panties and behind him into his tight heat. His eyes focus on your strained erection, the way the tip is sticky with pre-cum while your face looks into the camera with the heated expression. You gave this to him before you left. ‘The squirming, he… he’s in the bathroom right now.’ It slowly connects inside his head as blood rushes to his head.

Splurt

“Chief!?” The mayor of the island quickly panics as blood spurts from Shanks’s nose at the sight of your secret nude. The secretary walks to him and the captain quickly hides the photo’s visual from their eyes.

“I’m fine I’m fine.” A tissue is handed to him which he puts to his nose, the bleeding calming down before another wave comes out at the realization that you’ve been wearing that this entire time for him. “Excuse me.” He quickly stuffs the photo into his pocket with the snail, tossing the bloody tissue into the trash before speed walking out of the room to the bathroom. He gets to the bathroom door and you falter, putting your clothes on and opening the door.

“Yes?-” You get that out but not much else as he pushes his way into the room, shuts the door, and kisses you. Your hand reaches behind him and locks it, making him grin into the kiss.

“Hiding yourself from me now, hm?” His hand reaches under your shirt, smiling wider when he feels the lacy bra underneath. “And when you interrupted me so confidently.” He gets close to your ear and slips his hand down your waistband. “So naughty.”

“Shanks..” You shiver and he groans when he slips his hand over your erection, feeling how sticky you are. His fingers gently circle the tip before suddenly grabbing your shaft and jerking you off quickly, making you gasp while moaning into his shoulder. He continues while placing loving kisses to your face until you’re close. Before you can cum he stops and pulls his hand away. You lightly glare at him and he gives you a small peck on the lips.

“You’ll get what you want. I just want to get what I want.” He tugs your shirt up to reveal your chest decorated in the lacy bra. “All prettied up for me.” Shanks kisses down your body desperately, pulling your bottoms down with his teeth and hand on the way down. His pupils dilate at the sight of your dick lightly bouncing out from your pants, the fabric of the lingerie barely keeping it inside. Once on his knees he presses his tongue to your clothed tip, savoring the wetness with a groan. He places a kiss onto it, his breath heavy as he messily makes out with your cock; licking and sucking on the fabric until the saliva is mixed with your sperm. By the time he’s finished you’re shaking, struggling to keep yourself standing. You don’t need to anymore though, feeling yourself being lifted up as he rises with his arm under your knees and the hem of your shirt between his teeth. Once you’re up his body pins you to the wall with your legs at his sides. He leans in and kisses you, prying your lips open with his tongue to transfer the cloth from his mouth to yours. Once it’s bitten down he pulls away. “Hold that up for me, handsome.”

“Mm~” You’re only in your lingerie now, your shirt hiding nothing by the hem held between your teeth. You wrap your legs around him tightly and unbutton his shirt, sliding his coat off and shirt off as he holds you up with his body. His hand shuffles down to his pants until you feel his bare length pressing against you. He grinds and you jolt with a small moan, the loveliest sound to him. Next, he pulls your panties to the side just enough to free your erection and reveal your hole to fuck you. The vibrator slips out of you with a tug on the cable and he replaces it with his tip to your entrance. His arm tightens around your body and he slowly sinks you down until you two are joined with matching moans.

“Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” His cock throbs inside of you, hard and hot from the picture you surprised him with. He pulls back until only the tip is in, then sinks you down again; slow and steady so you can feel every drag of his dick against your walls. It repeats again and again until you whine.

“Stop teasing me..!” He chuckles at your complaint and finally ups the speed, his strong hold keeping you up while he thrusts in and out of you.

“You’re too sexy not to tease.” He mumbles, sucking a mark onto your pulse point. “Pretty boy.” He grinds forward, rolling his hips so his pelvis presses against your dick before going back to his thrusts. “My boy.” While the pleasure clouds your mind you feel his arm pull back before a buzzing sound is heard.

“What?” You question before yelping when the vibrator is pressed to your frenulum.

“Wouldn’t want this to go to waste, right?” He rips off a piece of the tape strapping the remote to your thigh, using it to stick the bullet snugly onto you. When you squirm he pulls you hard against him. “Nuh uh, handsome. This is for you.” Shanks groans as he thrusts quicker. “All for you.” You whimper and dig your nails into his shoulders, the pain making him gasp and throb inside you. It’s hot, the buzzing on your dick, his length, his body against yours. Your groin pulses with pleasure and you moan as you feel pressure building up inside.

“Shanks~!” You moan and he places a reassuring kiss on your lips.

“Go ahead, hun, cum for me. Cum around your husband’s cock as he fucks you.” His words are the last push and you keen as the pressure bursts, sending dopamine straight to your head as you shoot seed all over your stomach and his. He grunts, panting at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and his thrusts slow.

“(Y/n)? Chief?” Someone asks from the other side. Contrary to common sense, Shanks doesn’t stop. Instead he switches to long deep strokes that move your body with each meet of his hips against you. The movement and jizz causes the vibrator to slide down, yet not enough to stop the buzzing from stimulating you.

“Sorry, he needed a bit of help. He feels sick.” You whimper and he kisses you silent.

“Oh, I hope he feels better soon. The meeting is almost over so he can leave without missing anything important. The only thing missing is your orders.” He pulls away, giving a small shh before speaking.

“I’ll have to help him back to the ship, I can give them to you here.” You clasp a hand over your mouth when he gives a sudden harsh thrust. His jaw clenches for a moment to stop a groan. “..I’ll stay here for a few days to collect info then get my boys to find those troublemakers. We’ll scare 'em then, kill the main ones and you guys-” He gives another harsh thrust. “-can toss the rest in jail. Your choice.” Right after he’s done he presses his lips to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth while going back to his rough pace despite your sensitive body and the person still on the other side of the door.

“Okay then, I'll relay that to everyone else.” They say as Shanks’s thrusts get sloppier, your orgasm is building up again and you don’t know if you can keep quiet enough for them not to hear. You’re trying so hard to hold it in but your husband doesn’t let up at all. “I’ll be seeing you, chief.” His lips leave to press his forehead against yours.

“See you around.” His voice is deep, footsteps getting quiet. The moment they’re gone your control gives out and you cum with a cry.

“Shanks!♡” Your pulse around him and he pants at the feeling, barely managing to ride your orgasm before he finally bottoms out to coat your walls with his cum; keeping his body covering yours until he’s filled you up. Finally the throbbing ends and Shanks sinks to the ground with you on his lap.

“I thought you were going to be normal and slow down.” You state nervously, turning the vibrator off and tossing it to the side.

“I tried, but you were too sexy trying to keep quiet. Hard to keep control.” He gives you a small kiss. “They’ll just assume you were whining from a stomach ache. You look a mess enough to have been throwing up.” A grin forms on his face. “I look close enough when I get real bad hangovers.” His comparison makes you frown and lightly smack him on the shoulder. “Ouch, that's where you scratched.”

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You both fix up the best you can, going with the excuse that you threw up to explain your messiness even when both your and his cum is pooling into the lingerie panties. When you two get back to the ship he cleans you up better, kisses here and there that may have gotten too heated for two people who just got done fucking in a building bathroom; but you do get clean. Since you’re supposedly sick you two stay in the ship and cuddle in bed. Maybe this isn’t as good as a nice date at an amusement park, but the two of you still ended up together; and that's really what cheers Shanks up.

There we go! Took more editing than i thought but i think i got everything to be male instead of fem. I really hope i didn't accidentally miss anything.. anyway i did it. this is my first bottom male reader too, kinda cray z. This doesn't count as my second update btw, thats gonna be a diff thing.

[torchickentacos]

The pokemon anime subreddit fascinates and frustrates me on equally deep levels

[cloudsoffire]

big godzilla fan but i will never in my life interact with the fandom based on what i've seen on here

[hauntingblue]

Stampede aka another episode of luffy turning haters into dick riders just with his kind and big heart

[loumauve]

in other news: doctors (of the psychiatric variety) and therapists love me. got invited to participate in yet another study lol