#apex reader

[hexcii]

@naffeclipse he’s back on my brain again (he has never left)

I think the reason I love Orca Eclipse specifically is cause my sona is a seal and I think it’s a really funny dynamic hsjdjjsjdx (and uhm predator/prey my beloved)

Oh yeah I made a full piece too

Throws this up

Oh to be pinned by him- Okay back to silly doodles

[cas-backwards-tie]

Chapter One: News Crashing

Poly!TaskForce 141 x Omega!Reader

The Omega Pack Plan Masterlist

Summary: A change in procedure around base causes you to spiral as your world comes crashing down. There's only one way out of this and it starts with telling the truth.

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Anxiety, Existentialism, Misogyny, Dismissive Attitudes, Angst, Rage

Mentions of: Medication,

A/N: Honestly, I'd been inspired by a few series (Standard Emergency Protocol and Pantry Solutions) I've read those and it caused me to want to write my own A/B/O COD AU, so I started this as a sort of funny fic awhile ago. I'm haven't entirely plotted out the whole story, but I have some ideas for the first few chapters. I was finally inspired to finish and post it because @cringeycookies liked the snippet I posted in a wip tag game. So thanks to everyone who inspired me, and a special thank you to @penelopepine for helping me with the dialogue and Price's reaction as I try to begin writing for them.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," the nurse responds, "we're no longer authorized to refill suppressants of any kinds for any purpose." With a push of the empty orange pill bottle back across the counter in your direction, she offers you an ugly forced smile.

"Is there really nothing we can do?!" You complain incredulously, "Nothing at all? What am I supposed to do with this?!" Taking the emptied bottle into your hands, you stare at the nurse with widened eyes and a wild look.

"There is no 'we'..." she rolls her eyes in response, focus returning to the papers before her. "But if you insist, you can always bring it up with your CO, or the Base Commander." She scribbles something out on the page, but you can hardly focus when your world is virtually crumbling apart around you. "Now if you don't mind, some of us actually have work to do around here."

Still stunned, you can't help the way your breathing picks up as your heart begins to race. About a month ago now there was a base-wide meeting where they'd finally cracked down and implemented a new program the government is trying out: OPP. The Omega Pack Plan. While it's uncommon for Omegas to even be recruited into the military to begin with, such a thing does exist. Regardless, the Base Commander gathered everyone in the Auditorium for a presentation to talk about the new program and how the army would implement it into the troops. Luckily, considering you're on an elite Task Force, it doesn't apply to you. At least... it didn't.

"What the hell is this?!" You yell, tossing the orange bottle in his direction.

He'd heard the stomps all the way down the hall and smelled you coming, so he's neither surprised by your appearance, nor startled by the toss of the bottle. John swiftly catches it in his hand as he looks up at you. "What?" He inquires, finally glancing down to examine what he's caught. "A pill bottle?"

"Captain, it's empty! They won't refill it- I can-"

A groan tumbles past his lips as he drags a hand down his beard. "Look, Panther-" referring to you by your callsign, interesting move. "There's nothing I can do, it's over my head now. I wish I could do something, but I can't." Sitting back in his leather chair, Price places the bottle on the desk; a faint rap of the plastic hitting the wood is the only sound between you momentarily before you hurriedly shut the door.

Panic begins to flood your system as you're not sure how to handle this. It's your turn to freak out. You know how this goes, you know the story now; ever since they'd implemented and dispersed the Omegas into the troops, they'd started implementing them into the Task Forces, and now they have to do so with the One Four One. Fingers curling in and out of shapes as you try to process your next move, you speak before you can even begin to plan what you're going to tell him.

"I- I'm- I..." You're pacing his office now, the heavy gaze of your Captain upon you as you try to prevent yourself from hyperventilating. The thing is, you're usually good with pressure- really good. It's your job to be good. It's just... this is different. This is your life, your livelihood at stake, the livelihood of all your future generations to come.

A sigh resounds throughout the office before you hear the low timbre of his voice. "Dove," he calls out with a gentle tone, "I want you to take a deep breath for me. Alright?" With the calm and even sound of your Captain's voice and the assured look on his face, you comply. Exhaling the last of your breath, you close your eyes and focus in on the deep intake of air through your nose. With the parting of your lips you slowly release it before giving yourself a moment.

When you open your eyes he gestures to the seat before his desk, though you know he won't take offense if you decline. Hesitant, one hand finds its way to the other, wrapping around your arm as you listen to him speak. "Now, can you explain what has you in this state? I assure you that there's nothing that can't be dealt with." You want to trust him, you know him--John Price--your Captain. He's always had your back, always made sure you felt comfortable in the Taskforce, always made an effort to check on you after things got rough.

You nod. Licking your lips, you search his blue eyes as you tentatively take the seat across him.

"Whatever it is, we'll deal with it, alright? I can guarantee you that unless you're trying to tell me you're an Omega, nothing you say is going to shock me that warrants the amount of panic you're putting yourself through," Price chuckles. He's obviously joking, trying to break the tension with humor. Lips drawn upward into a small smile, the Captain stares at you expectantly.

"What if I am?" You whisper, eyes unable to tear from his visage as you try and gauge his reaction. Unexpectedly, silence fills the space between you and feels deafening in the small space. The growing comfort of his office these couple of months now feels like a cage you're forced to stay in, under watch, as you stare down your superior on the brink of a battle to the death. And that's what you do. His blue eyes bore into yours, skeptically shifting between your left and right as he seems to try and get a read on you.

All of the sudden you jump at the smack of his hands hitting the desk in front of him. He laughs at you.

He's laughing at you.

And you're sitting there with your guts spilled out, dread eating away at the pit in your stomach... and he's laughing. It feels like forever is passing you by as you stare at him in shock, this moment between the two of you frozen in time as nothing else persists.

"I understand what this was now," Price explains, still chuckling to himself as he shakes his head. There's a warm smile on his face that feels eerie considering the dire context of the situation at hand. "You got me! I fully believed you for a second there, too."

Eyebrows furrowing in dark realization, you can't help but stare at him wildly. "Wha-" You begin to question him and his line of thinking, but he cuts you off.

"This was all a prank, right? The bottle, the hysterics- you really outdid yourself, Sergeant." Leaning back in his chair, he props his ankle up on his other knee. "Because let me tell you, this was good. Better than anything Soap's cooked up in awhile. Did you come up with it yourself?" There's a cheeky grin on his lips. "Ah, I know you did."

Lips opening and closing like a fish out of water, you sit in the armchair across from him pale with a dazed look across your face. He doesn't actually think that this was...

"Well, with your little triumph in your pocket, I say we get back to work, yeah? I've got some new leads from MI6 that've just popped in." With that, the man stands from his desk and rounds it. "Garrick should be back around Tea. I'll see you in the Command Station then," he informs you. It's then that he passes by, a genial clap on your shoulder while he's at it.

Left stunned in silence, you can't help but grit your teeth, consequentially pronouncing your jaw as anger ebbs through your bloodstream. Breath getting heavier, you can't help but loathe the meeting tonight. Your Captain might be satisfied with the conversation, but all you feel is discouraged. He's abandoned you, left you alone in his office with a humiliating sense of betrayal and shattered trust. Almost like you hadn't just told him your biggest secret at all.

Punching the standard heavy punching bag hanging in front of you, you grunt, ignoring the pain that gnaws at your knuckles underneath the reusable hand wraps. Sweat builds on your brow as you continue to unleash your pent up anger on the gym’s equipment. How could he?! When had you ever pulled anything even similar to this? Never! And the fact that you’ve only been on the team for a handful of months only exacerbates the abandonment you’re feeling right now. He’s your Captain! Regardless of your feelings or the situation at hand, isn’t he supposed to be there for you? He’d promised from the get go to help you with whatever you need, and now the one time you go to him for aid it backfires in your face and leaves you without any sort of solution going forward aside from straight up telling the whole team the flat out truth, and God forbid! You can’t even begin to fathom how that’d go.

A pent up and frustrated yell almost akin to something of a growl emanates from you as you tear into another round of swift jabs and punches. Regardless of the situation at hand, you’ve been trying to build up your upper body’s strength and letting out the anger you’d accumulated over this morning’s events seemed like a perfect opportunity to let loose.

The stretches and treadmill routine didn’t take a lot out of you, but the weights, and now the punching bag definitely is starting to take its toll. Sweat beads at your forehead in rivulets that drip down the sides of your neck, down your scalp past your neck and between your shoulder blades. Tank top soaked in sweat, you breathe hard as your heart pumps rapidly in your chest. You would’ve wound up here at some point or another tonight, but the Captain’s discourteous response certainly led to an earlier workout time.

While others sparsely litter the gym’s floor, you pay them no mind and vice versa. It’s not uncommon for soldiers to be found blowing off steam or aiming to beat their highest reps on the weights. Yet, this gym is reserved for higher standing members of the Force, the gym on the far side of the base where there are less people, offices, and considering the regular army men train in the bigger gym closer to their quarters, it’s mostly other higher ranked officers in here.

“Captain’s lookin’ for ya,” Markowski, another Sergeant that you’d come to befriend on base announces from the doorway, having poked his head in after leaving a few minutes earlier. He belongs to a different Task Force.

A groan tumbles out of you as you realize it’s already that time. Just as the door clicks shut, your phone chimes loudly with the alarm you’d set earlier going off. A few quick swipes of your fingers, you turn the alarm off and unlock the device, seeing a number of messages flood your notifications.

Kyle: You hear they’ve bumped up the timeline? 😯

Johnny: “ https://Tiktok/Shattered.Rat567 ” Had me rollin’ 🤣👏🏻 Gotta check it, Bonnie

Simon: You coming to the meeting or not? 🤨

Johnny: Where r u? You’re usually first here 👀 Cap’s getting peeved, watch out

Not looking forward to the inevitable mess of a meeting before you, you don’t bother rushing to join the men. With a wash of your face in the women’s locker room, a speedy bathroom break, and a grab of the items you’d brought with you, you’re heading for the Command Station.

With the time Price set the meeting, you won't get to eat dinner till afterward. You'd be lying if you said you weren't annoyed by this entire situation, your agitation from neglecting your hunger earlier has certainly come to bite you in the backside.

While you don’t have time to respond to their texts, having set the alarm with only enough time to get back to your team’s Command ‘station’ albeit more like your headquarters before heading out. Speed-walking through the orderly halls with a haste perfectly common around here, you navigate with a well practiced knowledge. Though you’ve only been here coming up on six months soon, you’re well acquainted with this part of the base.

Rounding the corner, you’re in the hall, close. Yet, the worry of being late lingers in the back of your mind and adds another layer of annoyance on top of your residual anger buried deep down from this morning’s situation. You’d inevitably come up with your solution. It’s not one you like… but it’s the only logical option. Another turn and you’re striding into the big garage-like room.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Sergeant,” Price calls out to you. Lifting his eyes from the map laid out across your station's table, he glares in your direction.

“What took you so long?” Soap snaps, his brows slightly furrowed as he stares at you from the opposite side of the table, hands lazily wrapped around his vest’s straps.

A look at your watch tells you that you’re not even late, the meeting doesn’t officially start for another minute! But you are usually waiting on them. He’s got you there.

“Yeah, you’re usually the first one here. It’s not like you,” Gaz whispers under his breath as you sidle up alongside Ghost, Gaz standing diagonal to you right beside Price at the head of the table.

“Focus,” Ghost orders the men, his hands tucked in his hoodie’s pocket. You don’t fail to notice the way he subtly takes a step further away from you as soon as they start talking again. Price goes back to talking plans as Gaz is questioning the circumstances of the information the Captain had acquired earlier when he’d had to leave the office.

“Which is exactly why-”

A heavy exhale on your behalf leaves the men frozen as their eyes drift back to you. “Do you have something you’d like to say, Panther?” The Captain questions. Jaw clenched, you tear your eyes from the map they’d settled on.

“We’ve got a big problem,” you announce, cutting off the Captain as you finally raise your gaze to meet Price’s slightly widened blue eyes.

“Well, if you see something that needs changin’ then let’s hear it,” he responds. A ‘hmph’ follows as he crosses his arms over his chest and sits his weight back onto his heels.

“It’s not about the op,” you correct him. Tilting your head side to side you attempt to crack the kinks in your neck while standing a little straighter to appear more engaged and serious.

“And it’s more important than this? What we’re doin’ right now?” Soap questions, his hands dropping to rest on the table as he looms over it, eyeing you with frustration obvious in his irises.

“What is it?” Gaz asks, a quirk of his eyebrow garnering your attention for a split-second. He’s genuinely asking, and there doesn’t seem to be a hostility in his scent as he turns his attention to you. Then there’s Ghost, who you don’t even need to look at to feel his heavy gaze on you, waiting expectantly.

“Actually, it is,” you argue with Soap, anger beginning to boil in your belly, the frustration and angst having been left to simmer all afternoon. “I can’t believe you didn’t take me seriously when I came to you earlier,” you turn your anger on Price. He looks taken aback by the outburst, something you’re not known for.

“Dove,” he calls calmly, hands out in an attempt to pacify.

“Don’t-” you bark, starting to raise your voice without realizing it. “I came to you in confidance! Trusting you when you said you’d be there to help me if I ever needed it! How could you?” Gritting your teeth, you don’t realize how hard you’re breathing as your chest heaves with anger.

“Woah, woah-” Gaz sputters, “What-” holding his hands out to try and diffuse the argument.

“I let myself be vulnerable-” You continue to shout.

“Isn’t this something that shoul-” Soap attempts to dissuade, backing down as he puts his hands out.

“-and tell you the truth, and-” you’re lunging for him across the table. You’re held back by a massive hand on your shoulder. “You laugh in my face?! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You're suddenly pulled back, off your feet, and shoved into a metal chair that'd been nearby. Your Lieutenant is hovering over you, his cold eyes now tinged with a spark of anger as they bore into you scrutinizingly. There's the sound of commotion behind him, multiple voices overlapping, yet you can't see anything with that utter giant in front of you!

“Does anyone wanna explain what the bloody hell is goin’ on here?” Ghost snaps. It's only then when the man steps aside that you can see where everyone is. With both of you in your respective corners, you simply glare at the Captain from over your crossed arms out in front of you.

“Are you bleedin’ kidding me, ya Scally?” Price grunts as he shrugs Gaz’ hand off his shoulder. “You’re still on about it! When w-"

"That doesn't explain what happened, Cap," Gaz interrupts, stopping him from going off and getting them nowhere.

He groans, running a hand over his face once more before composing himself. Everyone waits for an explanation—you too—he’d been the first to speak, and you’re curious to hear what he comes up with. “She came into my office, bloody cryin’, tossing me a pill bottle, muttering about, saying she’s a-”

You don’t dare let him finish, not wanting him to be the one to finally say it, exposing your truth to the team. "Omega. I’m an Omega, ” you finish his sentence. While you’re scared to meet their faces, you take a deep breath and force yourself to do so.

"Christ," Price curses, fingers coming up to pinch the skin between his brows as he hangs his head.

Ghost's stoicism is nothing unordinary, and in fact, is somewhat a comfort considering you'd expected nothing less from him.

Gaz looks stunned for a moment, eyes flitting about the other’s faces before the serious look on his face morphs. Lips slowly drawing upward, you shouldn’t be surprised when he starts laughing. "Yeah right," Garrick teases, "and I'm actually the Prime Minister."

Yet, it's not just him. The uproarious laughter from your right only adds fuel to the already burning flame as the two other Sergeants laugh like idiots. All as if it's some poor joke with no consequences to anyone's life, and yet... it's the truth. At the end of the day, it doesn't change anything. At the end of the day, your life is still in jeopardy and they're treating it like some joke. Unable to form any sort of retort, you simply blink; stuck in a stupor raw, stung, and with a dumb look on your face.

Soap, rounding the table slaps Gaz on the back, his face flushed red from laughing so hard. "Yer makin' my stomach hurt. God," he eggs the other on between his dying chuckles and attempting to catch his breath.

"You're really just gonna stand there and laugh?!" You finally burst. Anger surely must be coming off your scent in waves, but you don't care. Standing from the chair, you don't flinch as Ghost swipes his arm out in front of you in case you were going for the Captain again. There will be no physical altercation on his watch.

"She already pulled this on me earlier, mind you, and now what? You're trying to pull it over on the lads' too, eh?" Price goads you.

"And I was telling the truth! You're the one who said I was joking," you point out. The volume of your voice is lost on you, partially blinded by the fury bleeding out.

"I suppose you never did admit to it being a prank," Price reasons, fingers grazing his beard as he runs them over it repeatedly in thought. "But how do you expect us to believe that when you clearly smell of a Beta?"

"Even on the battlefield, after everything we've been through-" Gaz starts.

"After yer all sweaty from a workout, too. I think we'd notice, Pan," Johnny argues, illuminating a legitimate point of consideration.

"Oh please," you mutter quietly to yourself. Shaking your head, you can't believe they're really all being this daft right now. "Like you have heard of those Scent Spritzers.”

There are various perfumes on the market specifically designed to alter one’s scent. Most use it smell like an Alpha when they’re not, or an Omega when they’re wanting to seduce an Alpha when going out. But Omegas posing as Betas was rarely heard of. You’re more than sure it happens more frequently than people know of, they just haven’t been caught. And in your line of work? It’s scarce. People are thoroughly vetted, but… you’d been on suppressants for a long, long time. And a Beta perfume only perfected your hiding.

“Did you forget we’re Alphas, love? We’d be able to smell you across the room if you were,” Gaz taunts. There’s a puff of his chest that makes his cockiness even more annoying than usual.

"You really want to be an Omega? Dumb yourself down to some weak fragile thing?” Johnny jokes, nudging Gaz’ arm as he shakes his head.

“A doll who can get whoever she wants? Want to be nothing more than good for knockin' up and popping out pups?” Gaz adds on.

“Are you serious right now?” You test, seething under your skin as your hands ball up into fists. “How could you say that?!”

“It’s what people say,” Ghost comments.

“Nobody would want that and you’re out here lying about it,” Johnny pokes.

“We’re only trying to point out the flaws in your little rouse, Pan,” Gaz says, a smile lighting up his features as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"And what if I was lying, hm? Would that change anything you just said to me? How you feel about Omegas?" You scoff.

“This isn’t about your designation,” Price finally speaks. Fingers still weaved into his beard, his blue eyes lift to meet yours. “I see what this is about now, but there's nothin' to worry about, Dove.” Your Captain takes on a softer tone and all of the sudden you feel yourself start to get emotional as a twinge of sadness, of the hurt bleeding through upon understanding makes you feel seen.

“I know it's intimidating, the thought of having your first unmedicated heat, but we have medics here. It's natural. Heats, ruts, we all have them. And, hey... at least you're not an Omega, right?" Whatever relief you’d momentarily experienced sinks back down in your gut with the speed of a rollercoaster drop. It’s as silent as a stakeout, the only sound being people’s breathing. And the lack of yours.

It takes a moment to gather yourself, everyone’s eyes on you with the serious topic change. While sex and the downsides to a designation are something discussed with the boys, you’d often been left out. And to your comfort. "You know what? I can’t do this,” you retort. Backing from the group, you toss your hands up. “I guess you'll just have to wait and see," you bite back. With a whip of your hair over your shoulder, you head for the door.

The room is silent once more as everyone gawks. You’d never reacted in such a manner, had an outburst like that… this is… certainly different, and something they’re not at all used to.

“It’s because they took away her suppressants today,” Price explains. It might not have been something the group should be privileged to know. A private matter, really… but with the way you acted? He felt the men deserve an explanation, at least.

“That makes sense,” Gaz responds quietly, eyes still on the door you’d gone through.

“That’s no excuse,” Johnny counters, arms crossing over his chest with a scowl on his lips.

"Well... that went better than I thought,” Ghost comments with a shrug. “Back to the plan? We can fill her in later.”

[woncheolisms]

At any given moment, i am thinking about Apex Alpha!Ushijima.

Not just alpha. But apex Alpha.

It’s pretty clear even from a distance that Ushijima is like no other alpha around him. Taller than any of his fellows, undoubtedly broader, he takes up space in a way the others fail to. His face is set in a perpetual blank look. Something in his expression screams ‘watch out’.

He also has an excruciating presence. When he enters a room, the scent of every other alpha pales in comparison. Even before he presented, Ushijima had an aura about him, so no one was surprised when he presented not only as an alpha, but an apex.

Shiratorizawa is proud to have an Apex in their ranks, considering how rare a breed they are. Ushijima is a star pupil, a star athlete. Shiratorizawa’s golden boy. The alphas revere him. They can’t even bring themselves to have a jealous streak when it comes to him. All that exists is envy. And the knowledge that they can never be him.

And the omegas. Oh lord. The omegas throw themselves at his feet. Often figuratively, and sometimes even literally. An apex alpha would be the ideal mate. The very pinnacle of the food chain. Any omega who he ended up with Ushijima would be the luckiest little thing on the planet. What a rare luck it would be, bagging an apex alpha as your mate?

Imagine how the school reels in surprise when Ushijima sets his sights on you.

You are, by no means, special. You are not a prime omega. Your scent, while undoubtedly omega, is light. It is not an omega scent that reels alphas in with how rich it is. Your stature isn’t particularly impressive for an omega either, though it isn’t bad. There is no way to describe it. You are just….. ordinary.

So you are confused as all hell when the king of alphas, an apex, presents you with a delicate bracelet one day. He had always been friendly with you, and you assumed it was just him being kind to the students of Shiratorizawa as part of his makeshift pack. But this, a thin, shiny chain with a single heart-shaped charm, made his intentions clear. This was a courting gift, there was no two ways about it.

You saw the apex alpha smile for the first time when you accepted his gift. And it solidified the fact that you accepted his advances.

Being courted by an apex alpha was also an interesting experience. Different to other alphas. His gifts were extremely personalised, stuff that he knew you needed or would be very useful. He was a man of few words, but his actions were glaring, they seemed to scream his intentions at you loud and clear. His aura and scent were so strong that there wasn’t even any need for him to scent you or your things. Five minutes in his presence meant that everyone would know where you had been for hours afterward. Despite being so physically huge, his touch was gentle and comforting. And slowly, you grew so attached to him that it hurt to be without.

Overtime, you realised that a lot of what ushijima did was not his status but rather just him. He was naturally so firm yet gentle. His gifts being so practical was just how his mind worked. Being a good person and a good leader was not because he was an apex, but because he was….. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

It was so easy to love him. And to choose him as your mate. He was truly the ideal. And every second of every day you were grateful that he had chosen you, for whatever reason, to be his omega.

Just the thought of Apex Alpha!Ushijima is so near and dear to me. If anyone can be an Apex, it’s him.

[beethatwee]

Reread @naffeclipse’s fic Apex Polarity and I simply could not get the thought of meeting Eclipse in a warmer area out of my head. I think it would be funny and leave more opportunities for Eclipse to be “curious” or learn more about human things. Specifically I love the idea of introducing him to pool floateies and I don’t know why

Not to mention I think it would be easier for his courting intentions to be realized sooner, since he can have you around for longer without danger to yourself or raising suspicion. Just a fun idea I think

Didn’t realize until after, but I love that Eclipse progressively gets larger after every drawing

[havikshoochiemama]

Just you, him, and a box of dye

Pairing: Sparrow x Reader

Warnings: None!!! no pronouns used, honestly this is just fluff w a hint of angst bc idk he’s a silly guy

A/N: yeah i got tired of there being nothing for this pretty baby!!! so i did it myself 🤦🏽‍♀️ THIS GOD DAM ITALIAN WONT LEAVE MY HEAD!! anyways i wrote ts at like 2 am idk i thought it was cute i was inspired by how different his hair looked in these photos and was like WAIT just something cute for my shayla <3

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“Are you almost finished,” Sparrow whined in his thick accent. “My neck is starting to hurt…”

Normally, you enjoyed his constant whining and complaining—which he was like all the time— but today you were under a time crunch. He’d told you last minute that he needed his hair dyed for a photo shoot.

“Enea, stop moving so much. You’re making it take longer then it needs to.” you sighed

“I know, but it’s been so long, and we don’t have that much time left,” he whined again even more pitifully.

“I don’t know why you had me redye your whole head and not you the ends like i usually do,” you scolded, rubbing more of the color into his scalp .

“I know, I know. it’s just—what if my parents see the newsletter,” He looked up at you with those puppy eyes he always used to get his way. “And if my mother saw I dyed my hair, she’d kill me… well, find me, and then kill me before I even get to the games.”

You rolled your eyes as he let out a small chuckle.

“Grazie amore”

You tugged lightly at his cheek.

He immediately sat up, yelping. “AHH! You got dye on my face!”

“Stop being such a crybaby.” you mutter as You grabbed a towel from the sink and dabbing gently at the smear on his cheek. “Calm down. You act like it’s gonna kill you.”

“It might…” he pouted. “The guy you bought this from looked sketchy as hell…. for all we know, this stuff will make my hair fall out.”

You raised a brow at him. “Well then, your next shoot will be called ‘Bald and Beautiful.’”

He snorted. “Calvo e bello!” Then he burst into laughter.

You’d picked up a few Italian words over the years with him, though sometimes you just smiled and nodded when he spoke too fast.

But now, his laughter slowly faded. He started fidgeting with his fingers.

“…you really think they’ll see it?” he asked softly. “Does the newsletter even go to Psamathe?”

You glanced at his reflection in the mirror. The way he wouldn’t meet your eyes. The way his shoulders had tensed, it was about more than just hair dye.

“Of course they will. You know how nosy those rich assholes are—” You paused. “…Sorry.”

“If they do,” you added more gently, “they’ll see you smiling. Standing in front of the camera like you own the dam place. Looking happy.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Yeah. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

You rested a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be. They’re the ones who cut you off. If anything, you should be proud. Look how far you’ve come without them.”

He finally looked up at you, and for a second, the dramatic, teasing boy you loved was gone and replaced by something quieter. There was hurt behind his eyes.

Then he smirked. “You’re giving speeches now? Should I be worried?”

“Only if you mess up the dye,” you said, flicking his head.

“Ow!” he muttered grinning as he rubbed the spot. “That hurt so much, amore!

You rolled your eyes as the timer dinged behind you, twenty minutes to rinse and get to the shoot.

“Okay, drama queen. Let’s finish this. You’ve got a world to impress.”

Sparrow dramatically groaned as he got up and trudged to the sink like it was manual labor. You adjusted the water and gently guided his head under the stream.

For a moment, it was quiet. Just the sound of running water and your fingers carefully combing through his hair.

“Thank you,” he said softly, his eyes closed

“Of course, I should really open a salon.” you replied as you rinsed out the last bit of dye.

“I mean it,” he said, more serious now. “Not just the hair… you take care of me. You always do.”

You paused, your heart doing that annoying flutter thing it always did when he stopped being ridiculous for more than five seconds.

“you’d do the same for me”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I’d complain way more.”

You laughed, running a towel through his damp hair and fluffing it around a bit.

He squeaked and swatted your hand away.

“Enea!” you yelped

“It looks good,” you say, ignoring his glare “Really good. You’re gonna kill it out there”

He catches your wrist before you pull away. “You think so?”

Then you meet his eyes, the ones that always made your chest ache just a little

“I know so.”

For a second, he just stared at you like he was searching for something. Then he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

“Grazie, amore.”

Your fingers find his again before giving them a gentle squeeze. “Now hurry. We’ve got 15 minutes. And if we’re late again, they will kick you out of the game for sure this time.”

Sparrow stepped back, grabbing his bag and a towel. “Alright, alright. But when I’m famous and they make a biopic about my life? This is the part where they’ll play the romantic montage.”

You laughed as he opens the door

“Oh yeah?” you call out to him. “Who’s playing me, then?”

He looked over his shoulder “They could never find someone that looks at me the way you do,” then he added. “Someone with less charm and less attitude”

You grabbed the nearest hairbrush and threw it at his head. He ducked —barely— and cackled as he ran down the hallway.

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A/N: lmk if y’all fw this bc i have more ideas 😽 and time on my hands LMMAOO ik i always say ill write a pt 2 or some bs but i promise i will bc this mf won’t leave me head!! but ty sm for reading 🩷 criticism welcome i fr don’t be writing like that 😓 !!! 

[hannahbarberra162]

Emperor's Prize "What if" Drabble (Yan Alpha Shanks x Omega Reader)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

The other chapters

This isn't a full chapter - I'm working on the next one now. I've just been Deep Deep into Shamrock brainrot and....well....you'll see. Thank you to @sordidmusings for giving me feedback and helping me finish this piece <3

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You had wandered off from where the Red Haired Pirates were celebrating…well, you weren’t sure exactly what they were celebrating. They seemed to need little reason to drink so even though it was only the early evening there was a raging bonfire going with the crew drinking their way through several barrels of ale. Shanks was right there with them, drinking not only the ale but the hard liquor that he’d stolen from Benn’s cabin. You were sure he’d reach for you later in the night, but at the moment he was content to let you wander up the beach looking for shells and enjoy a moment of peace.

The island you were on was strange - there was a large manor far beyond the reaches of the short beach paths you saw - but other than that there were no settlements or people. The beach was winding and pebbled as you walked along the shore. You stopped occasionally and picked up particularly pretty stones or shells if you saw some, putting a few in your pocket to put in Shanks’s cabin on the shelf he’d designated for your trinkets.

You’d always liked the ocean, ever since you were a child. Old wive’s tales said that Omegas were children of the sea, a gift from the gods as an apology for the unbridled anger of the oceans. To you being an omega felt more like a curse, something designed to keep you weak and vulnerable like a hermit crab without a shell. You’d give anything to be a regular Beta but nothing had changed in the many years you’d wished on every shooting star.

You sat on a large, black igneous rock, your knees to your chest as you watched the sun set behind the clouds. The purples and pinks made a truly lovely view as a chilly wind brushed over your shoulders. You looked to the south and saw the far light of the bonfire, glowing like a distant ember in the night but allowed yourself to linger for just a few minutes longer. Shanks would look for you soon, swaying with the alcohol in his blood, and have you sit on his lap for the rest of the night as the crew yelled and drank. It wasn’t the way you preferred to spend your night, but it wasn’t the worst either.

The sun set below the horizon and the final, fleeting rays of the sun were overtaken by the dusk as cold wind ran through your hair. You stood up with a sigh, needing to get back to Shanks and warm yourself by the fire. The wind shifted, a nearly familiar scent coming to your nose. The masculine warm tones of cloves and oranges were there but it was soured with undernotes of steel and blood. You squinted and tried to catch it again - it was the same overall scent as Shanks, but something was not quite right. Turning your face towards the North, you closed your eyes and inhaled sharply, trying to understand what you were smelling in the early night. 

You leaned over the rock, your hands pushing into the rough and uneven surface as you tilted your head upwards to sniff the air. You closed your eyes to focus on the barely detectable scent when you suddenly got a huge noseful of it. 

From right behind you.

A hand wrapped itself around the front of your neck, the sharpened claw of his thumb digging into the tender skin of your neck. You inhaled a sharp breath but made no movements - any mistakes and the small trickle of blood coming from your neck could turn into an artery dissection. The body behind you pressed you further into the rock, the metal hilt of his sword hurting your side where it was digging in. The person wasn’t relenting, pushing closer until your front was against the porous black rock, his chest like a steel wall behind you. You felt a face close to your neck, as a new presence loomed behind you. You tried to look at him from your peripheral vision but the thumb dug in further to stop you from moving.

“And what has the drunken lout left behind?” the man’s voice asked in a low husk, his nose close to your throat. You felt his breath and wisps of his hair on your shoulder and you shuddered. The voice sounded so much like Shanks but lacked the easy going nature, the sunshine you’d come to expect in every statement and laugh.

“My brother’s whore, hm?” the man asked rhetorically, taking another long inhale of your scent along your neck. You whimpered as his mouth neared your scent glands, hoping the stench of your fear would overpower the scent of your designation. Once, in the dead of night when Shanks was blackout drunk, he’d mentioned a brother. An older, twin brother named Shamrock - a Celestial Dragon who served as the Commander of the God’s Knights. You didn’t stand a chance against anyone in a fight, much less a Celestial Dragon.

“Hm, no, not a whore. You have the scent of unclaimed Omega,” Shamrock said, his tongue flicking out to lap at your glands. “I’ve never seen you at the sales; I wonder how someone like him found such a prize,” he wondered, clearly not asking your opinion. The fingers gripping your throat tightened as you felt teeth grazing the junction of your neck and shoulder. You let out a small whine of fear to match your scent, which only seemed to delight him further. The teeth became sharper at your throat, pressing in for a moment before the man righted himself behind you. 

“So eager, then? Come along, Omega,” Shamrock said, a hint of dark amusement in his tone. The hand moved from your throat to the base of your neck and tangled in your hair, keeping you from running away. You stumbled in the sand, falling to your knees as Shamrock continued to walk. He didn’t help you but looked down at you as he dragged you along by your hair. Scrambling up to your feet, you were able to take a better look at him and your suspicions proved correct - standing next to you was Shanks’s twin brother, his long wavy hair fluttering in the night wind. You opened your mouth to speak but quickly closed it under his intense gaze. This man was no Shanks, that was clear already. 

“So like my brother to leave his toys lying about. Come along, Pet. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you unclaimed much longer,” Shamrock said with a smirk, pulling you along beside him. The blood drained from your face as you took in his words, causing you to stumble once more. Your knee was skinned on a rock you’d tumbled on as Shamrock continued his unrelenting march towards the castle. He clicked his tongue at your behavior, not even wasting the breath to admonish you.

It was almost funny - you hadn’t wanted to be with Shanks but now you’d do anything to get back to him. He hadn’t been your fated mate but he hadn’t been bad either. He let you speak your mind, he tried to engage with you beyond sex, he let you make eye contact with him…your mind raced to think of a way to stymy Shamrock’s progress until Shanks saved you. 

“Sh-shanks will come for me,” you said in as defiant a tone as you could muster. You were fairly sure he would, you didn’t think it was a bluff. Shamrock’s grin widened as his grip in your hair tightened until tears pooled in your lash line. 

“Let him come.”

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[mikaelsonharem7]

Snake Charmer 🐍

Just a little fluff with our favorite viper 💚

*also happy birthday to Randy!!!*

It was late after a WWE event, the arena quiet except for the faint echoes of distant footsteps. The crowd had long since dispersed, but backstage, the air buzzed with the energy of the night.

Randy Orton leaned against the cold metal of the locker room door, his eyes scanning the hall. He had just finished one of the hardest matches of his career, and the adrenaline was still running high, but there was something in the pit of his stomach that didn't have to do with the match.

His gaze shifted, and there you were—YOU. You had always been there in the show, watching him when the cameras weren't rolling. Not as a fan, but as something more. Someone who had always understood him, even when he didn't quite understand himself. The kind of person he could just…be around himself.

"Hey," you said gently, stepping towards him with a gentle smile. 

Randy's heart might've skipped a beat looking at you. Though he was never the one to show a lot of emotion, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek, a gesture that spoke volumes in its simplicity.

"Hey you. How'd you like the show?"

You chuckled, a soft sound that made him smile. "You were amazing as always," you replied, your voice low and filled with admiration. "But I think you're always amazing." 

Randy raised an eyebrow, his lips forming into that signature smirk that made you blush. "Flatter, he teased, his tone playful. But there was something deeper in his eyes, something he rarely let anyone see. He could count in his hand how many people he let in, you being one of those people.

You stepped closer, your breath warm against his skin. "It's not flattery, Randy," you said, your hand resting lightly on his chest. I mean it. "I've seen you at your best and at your worst, and it doesn't change how I feel about you."

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away. Randy's death caught him, and he found himself staring down in his eyes; the gaze held something deeper than desire. Something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time—trust. Comfort. Love.

"I don't deserve you," Randy said, his voice hoarse, raw with emotion. You shook your head, your hand reaching up to cup his face. "You do, Randy; you always have."

And then, without another word, you leaned up to kiss him. It was sweet and gentle at first, then passion took over. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, afraid that if he didn't, you would drift away. The kiss deepened, and after that blip in time, the rest of the world disappeared.

When the kiss finally broke, Randy rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, savoring the moment. "I never thought I'd find someone like you," he said softly. "And yet here I am," you replied with a soft laugh.

He opened his eyes, his blue ones looking on at your deep brown ones. "Here you are," he whispered. A rare vulnerability in his words. "And I'm not letting you go." 

[naffeclipse]

To Survive Pt. 2

Reader x Orca!Eclipse

Commission Info

I'm back with more cuteness requested by dear @crazedauthor with an orca!reader and orca!Eclipse. Now, the two of you have children, and things are so peaceful after so much grief. A little scare happens when you wake alone, but Eclipse arrives quickly to make it better. Family shenanigans occur.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and blood, and a reader with children.

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On a crisp, pale morning, you open your eyes to a gentle new dawn. Awareness rushes you like a tide, but it does not drown you. The memory of the night before swishes against you, as soft as sea form, and you smile in your sleepy hazy.

You went to rest upon an ice shelf, carved into the side of a great wall towering pale blue over the Arctic sea, with your mate and children. In the arms of your love and cradling your two babies, one new, one a little grown, you drift into sweet, milky dreams. 

After agonies of loss and isolation, you have found your pod again.

This very home was hollowed out by Eclipse’s hands. Tirelessly, he worked when you both learned you were expecting a child. You’ve never seen him in such excitement. His eyes shone like shards of ice in sunlight and he never slowed a moment until you begged him to come hold you and sleep a while.

Your eyelids flutter, crusted with sleep. Lounging in the bliss of the quiet, you appreciate the stillness for so rarely is all so peaceful. Once the baby came, there were tiny cries little hands grasping, and tiny flukes flipping. Eclipse held the babe in his clawed hands with a tenderness that stirred you with emotions. You fed your little one and whispered promises. Your little pod is safe. Your little pod is whole.

Then the second child came, and now an eager toddler was swimming quickly away around a bend of ice only to be snatched by Eclipse and cooed at in rumbling tones. The baby stayed in your arms when Eclipse wasn’t trying to hold both. Their wriggling bodies combatted his strength and gentleness, and you would laugh.

Sighing gently, you turn over, mindful of your dorsal fin against the frozen floor. 

It’s quiet… Your mind returns to bloody seas and wicked nets tossed by human hands, then silence.

Your palms slide over the emptiness beside you. Bolting upright, your tail slaps against the floor in your alarm with a cool sting. You swivel your head. The dome blue of your home holds no refractions except for the barest light off of your body alone.

Your mate. Your babies. The youngest should be in your arms, mewling for milk. The eldest should have fussed long before the sun rose over the horizon for a playmate. Somewhere between, Eclipse should have kissed your shoulder and asked a question: what fish would you like for your morning meal?

You slept too long. Exhaustion should crawl at your edges and your patience should wear thin as your babies require ever-present attention. Horror crashes upon you. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you thrust yourself off the ice shelf and into the icy waters below. Blubber and thick skin keep you safe from shock, but your heart swings against your rib cage and pounds against your sternum. Breathlessly, you intake air. You swim under the entrance and out into the vast expanse of the ocean.

Your pod. Where is your pod?

You cry out over the waves. A rawness invades your throat as Eclipse’s and your babies’ names drag at the vulnerable softness within you. Stinging arises at the corner of your eyes. Opening your arms, you dart back and forth over the entrance to your home. Do you set out to find them quickly or do you stay home should they return by themselves? 

The ringing in your ears peaks and then stops under a familiar echo of your name. Twisting in the waters, far out beyond the wall of ice, is your mate. He bobs above the surface. Brilliant red frills frame his face as his eyes land upon you. In his arms, he cradles your children.

Almost collapsing under the surface, you inhale a tight breath. You force another one through, and another, deepening each inhale and exhale until the constriction around your chest eases. 

The sight of your mate and babies keeps you afloat. 

Eclipse carefully swims and closes the distance between you. The moment he nears, you open your arms for the youngest one. Maffei. Your darling daughter. Her face is round and plump, and what tiny frills adorn her are deep with deep red and orange hues. Her arms are thick with fat rolls. Her tiny fists unfurl, and a squall leaves her in demand for your arms around her.

The eldest, Fornax, excitedly calls for his parent. You answer with reassurance. You are here. You gaze over your child, your lovely son, the firstborn of your pod. He pushes away from his father quickly, showing off the cool tones of his flukes and fin-tips. Eclipse told you he looks so much like, but you see his strength in Fornax’s smile, in the way he swims after a fish though he’s too slow now to catch one.

Eclipse suggested the names you so dearly treasure now. He’s imagined for many years children, and the names he had prepared are perfect for the bundles now wriggling in your arm and swimming around you like a tiny whirlpool. 

Now you both have a family.

“Maffei, Fornax,” you breathe and then hold Eclipse’s gaze. “Where were you?”

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, love.” He draws himself closer, resting an arm around your waist. You shift until your back rests against his chest. The familiar weight of his chin pressing lightly into your shoulder cools the rising panic within you. “I believed you would sleep longer. Don’t be afraid.”

For several moments, you collect yourself as Eclipse gathers you in his arms. He presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. Looking down at Maffei, she fits perfectly in your arms. She babbles lightly. Little coos rising and falling in musical notes lay a gentle hand over your heart.

Fornax splashes. The cool wave of water hits you gently, causing Maffei to squirm and pout her pink lips.

“Fornax,” Eclipse says in a firm but gentle voice, “Don’t splash your sister.”

“Sorry, papa.” Your son’s tail flicks. A slight sheepishness overtakes him as he drifts up to you and looks down at his little sister in your arms. “Sorry, Maffei.”

“Good boy,” you murmur and bow to press a kiss to his forehead.

He smiles with small, nubby teeth lining his gums before darting away with another ripple. The water crashes against each other. You keep Maffei shielded this time. 

Eclipse rumbles a pleased sound. Looking back down at you, he presses his cheek against your head.

“Are you alright?” he asks in a low rasp.

“Yes.” You crook your finger and softly brush Maffei’s cheek. “I am now.”

“You looked so weary,” Eclipse continues softly. The vibrations in his chest touch your spine. “Last night, you were up so late with Maffei. I meant to return before you awoke. The little ones were so eager to spend energy. It is my duty as your mate and their father to take care of you all.”

He brushes the hair from your forehead softly. You lean deeper into his touch while watching Fornax explore a side of the ice shelf, touching and digging at loose bits of the frigid wall.  

“They are very rambunctious,” you tease and turn back to grin at Eclipse. “Just like you.”

He laughs, deep and hearty. Maffei gives a small cry of complaint. You can smell the faint scent of milk on her. Eclipse coos sweetly.

“Little love, don’t fuss. We’re both here. It’s alright.” Eclipse tenderly strokes Maffei’s head. Seemingly content with the attention, she leans against your chest and settles. Her tiny tail is not yet developed enough for swimming on her own. She requires constant arms to hold her above the surface as her ability to hold her breath grows stronger and stronger.

You turn slowly back to Eclipse. Your heart has grown softer and fonder of your mate since watching him as a father. He is attentive and constant in his efforts to provide for their every need. 

Gently, you press a kiss to Eclipse’s mouth. His eyes, twin flames of burning yellow and red, widen before he returns the gesture with equal fervor. He pushes gently and cradles your mouth with his before releasing you.

“You are a wonderful father,” you speak softly. “You are the most loving mate. And this,” you look at your children, “feels like home.”

Eclipse’s tail flicks underneath you as his body seems to tremble with emotion before he gently presses his forehead to yours.

“How so, my love? Tell me all,” he demands in a rumble.

You take a moment and fall back to days when you were in the shelter of your mother’s arms, and your aunts would sing lullabies to your younger cousins. 

“Babies were held close, and everyone offered a hand,” you recount gently the memories of your childhood, “No one went without.”

You gently tickle Maffei’s chin, and she grabs your finger with her fat little hand. She gives you a searing look. A soft laugh escapes from you. You apologize to her before she returns to settle against your bosom.

“My mother would have loved to hold our babies,” you whisper softly.

“Yes,” Eclipse rumbles low, “My mother would have been pleased to see our children, and she would approve of my mate.”

You flush softly at such a thought, then grow somber within it. Despite all the pain, you are both still here. Your family is beautiful and worth every moment of agony.

Fornax returns but stops short of splashing Maffei. He instead treads slightly to swim around Eclipse, and tug at his arm, begging for a playmate.

A wicked grin spread across Eclipse’s maw.

“My father would play with me often,” he begins, and you eye him suspiciously as he takes Fornax under the arms. “Like this.”

He lifts Fornax above the surface. His body is small and slipstream, and his tail drips heavily back to the sea as he giggles at a high-pitched sound. To your dismay, Eclipse tosses the child over the surface and back into the water with a heavy splash.

“Eclipse!” you shout, aghast. 

Flicking up small waves, Eclipse darts for Fornax and scoops up your not-so-little baby, and he’s laughing. The boy demands relentlessly that Eclipse toss him once more. Thundering in joy, Eclipse obliges. Fornax sails through the air and back into the water with a furious splash. 

“Eclipse,” your voice climbs shrilly. “Stop tossing my son around like a baby seal!”

“I would never allow harm to befall him,” Eclipse promises in a mischievous roll of his tongue. 

“Again! Do it again, papa!” Fornax slaps the water with his hands and his tail cuts through the salty brine.

Then Maffei turns in your arms. Her little eyes fall on her brother and father playing roughly along the surface, and she chortles in a way that reminds you of Eclipse. Her tiny face ignites with delight.

Slowly, with all forces against you, you relax. Fornax beams brightly when he emerges from another tossing. Constantly, Eclipse is calculating, carefully adjusting the throwing of his son and watching him closely to ensure there is no harm done.

Perhaps he might feel your radiating judgment, for Eclipse turns back. He tucks Fornax underneath his arm and drags him back to you despite your son's protests and needing to be thrown once more over the waves. 

He nears, a great grin splitting his maw. You are helpless in returning the gesture in the radiating heat of his joy. His arms surround you, and Fornax is caught in the embrace as well as Maffei. 

Looking down softly over his pod, Eclipse surveys you quietly. Fornax wraps his arms around you in kind. He blows raspberries at his sister who giggles quietly. Their tiny tails squirm against your side, and you feel at peace.

“I will always protect our pod,” he declares, his eyes searing with his intent and truth.

Your heart swells in your chest. Pushing close, you kiss Eclipse sweetly, until the baby fusses and Fornax asks when he can be tossed again.

You will never lose your pod again.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Oooooo things got me wondering

If the Monkey Kings met an electric horror y/n? Who's in a disguise of an innocent looking woman only to know how dangerous she is when provoked? Oooo I wanna know!!!

A dangerous woman is like a Strom, unpredictable yet captivating leaving an indelible mark on everything she touches-Unknown

(Lmk Wukong) He was heading for pigsy's to join Mk and his friends for lunch, when he saw a very pretty face, aka you. Wukong found your whole appearance breathtaking and beautiful, especially your pretty heterochromia eyes. Wukong immediately began chatting with you for a while and bought you to pigsy's. You both spent time together and bonded over the months until somebody had to come and challenge him to a fight. Wukong grew immediately annoyed As he was in the middle of playing video games with you and was going to step out and teach them a lesson, but you told him to let you handle it this time. Wukong grew Weary but agreed as he watched you leave his small house, after a while he heard screaming. Wukong quickly ran outside but I found that the screaming was not from you, it was the challenge as he was in the middle of getting eaten by a giant haunting monster AKA YOU!!! When you turned back to normal He wasn't sure what to think yet, But not like he's gonna tell you your other form had awakened many shameful things within him🫣

(HIB Wukong) You were a new neighbor from the village he stayed in, and you immediately became very popular due to your kindness and social nature. Luier and Silly girl loved to hang out with you especially when you come up with the most fun activities, but Wukong had felt something strange about you. That proved to be true as a creeper had been eyeballing Luier and you didn't like it and stay close to protect him, but then the guy grabbed Luier in the arm making the poor boy scream and Wukong fly into action. Though you beat him to it as you turned into your Eldritch monster and mauled the guy into letting go of Luier. later Luier had so many questions about your form as Silly girl climbed on your tentacles, while Wukong looked on with a Deep blush😳

(MKR Wukong) He met you at a Buddha temple. The monk was praying in, and found you to be a little unusual but you were very respectful and kind to him. Wukong would blush a bit, as you would flirt and tease him but you both genuinely enjoy your time together, but a few days later another blood thirsty demon had attacked the village and kidnapped the monk making Wukong fly into action. That's when you grew into a giant Eldritch creature and slaughtered all the invaders with your Sharp tentacles, teeth and haunting eyes, The pilgrims were most likely tramatized. Meanwhile Wukong started at your Sharp fangs drooling and blushing imagining bring you back to his home😏

(NR Wukong) He wad hitting on you like crazy at a motorcycle race he met you at, though you didn't care much for him at first he was Interestingly eccentric and a hilarious Individual. So you freely met up with him Whether it be at the bar or at another race, until one night you both were walking home together, when a group of sleaze scurbs started bothering and cat calling you. Wukong was immediately pissed and was gonna teach these guys a lesson, when he watched you grow into a Eldritch creature with a murderous expression. To say those guys shat and pissed themselves was a Humongous understatement as they ran away screaming and crying. Meanwhile Wukong had never been so turned on in his life🤤

(Netflix Wukong) He trys way to hard to impress you, with his achievements and skills but you just thought he was cute. Wukong at first felt odd about being around you especially when out of all the people in the village, you could befriend it had to be him but after continuously chatting and bonding For a few weeks you both become two piece in a pod, but one day some demons started harassing the two of you. Wukong was immediately pissed at their insults until he saw the group pale infront of him, as the look at something in horror he was immediately confused Until he turned around himself and looked in shock. It was you In the form of a giant creature clearly not from this world, and with your Sharp tentacles ripped those guys a new one. You had apologized Wukong about not being honest with him about your true form but It looks like Wukong was Too busy staring at your tentacles while have very dirty thoughts🫢

(BMW Wukong) He was drooling over you for a good few weeks now, as you would strutted around the village minding your own business. Wukong had flew over and began to woo you over, and you would giggle and flirt back and then run off. Though one day he didn't find you at your usual spot and that's when he saw you being harassed by a demon, demanding for your money and other valuables and Wukong It was going to step in. That's when he saw you glitch out or something and turned into some kind of horror crypt reature infornt of your aggressor, The next thing anybody knew the guy was peeled inside out and eaten and you went on your marry way. Meanwhile Wukong stood there with heart eyes and Started to faintly hear wedding bells😆

(Destined one) The destined one had developed a mini crush on you when you first met. You were the first friendly face that greeted him in the village. You gave D.O. and Bajie one a tour of the village, being all smiles and cheering to them, but something was off, especially about you. Now this is the most peaceful village he's ever been to, don't get him wrong It's great, but does it usually be a demon attack once or twice but that's not happening for some reason and enemies follow him all the time. One night, the destined one couldn't sleep and decided to get some fresh air, when he saw a demon invader running away from something. But he couldn't see what. Then he saw you just walking calmly in the same direction as the invaders. He quickly got a bad feeling and followed to protect you if anything went wrong, but he quickly learned that you don't need protection. The Destined one watched you grow and become a haunting and Disturbing creature savagely attacking the intruders, now he understood why the Village was so safe and he has a boner now😦

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🦑🐙

[pluck-heartstrings]

@naffeclipse I am beside myself with obsession over Apex Polarity. Over the past two days I’ve reread chapter 11 five times only to start the whole fic over from scratch and choke out two fanarts besides.

Your writing…I’m literally speechless. The intensity in which you write Orca!Eclipse and his obsessive tendencies tickles my brain in a way that no other piece of media has tickled before. I’m low key worried I’ll never read anything that good ever again because I’m just so obsessed.

I drew another piece first that’s a bit of a spoiler for the most recent chapter (as of now) that I’m less satisfied with but I’ll put under the cut as well as some closeups from this first piece.

I strive to write as well as you, I’m going to be vibrating with excitement until the next chapter unless I rocket into the sun first.

[fortunapre]

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Oscar asks you to attend an important event with him, and during this, secrets and moments are shared. HOT MOMENTS!!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: my first smut so tread carefully. 18+, also kind of fluff, p in v, fingers do things, swearing, 1st person

★ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 ★ 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ★ 𝐎𝐏𝟖𝟏 ★ 4.5k words (long)

A classic childhood best friends to lovers. This story is written in first person and includes thoughts of the main character:

y/n of course.

I know that I promised him. I know what I promised him. However, I also know that keeping this promise might very well leave me crying on my bathroom floor listening to Gracie Abrams's "I Should Hate You” later tonight. 

You know when you agree to something so irrational and god damn stupid that you immediately know you’ll regret it? At the time, when he asked me, I thought: I should really start going out more anyways and, really, how bad could it be? Safe to say, if I could go back in time and strangle (maybe not strangle but slightly maim) those words out of past-Me’s mind, I'd be hopping in a telephone booth right now. 

But, if that were the case, you wouldn't be hearing about this now, would you? 

I guess some explanation should be given…

Cheesy movie-like-warping flashback to 2 months ago…

It was around noon on a blistering Thursday, at the Singapore Grand Prix. I had just shown up a little later than expected, and the sun had already given me a death wish. I was wearing a Mclaren cap and sunglasses, but I swear heat waves were emitting from my face. Dramatics aside, it was really fucking hot, and I wanted to find Oscar and get in the shade ASAP.

I probably looked stupid as I whipped my head back and forth like a crazy woman, trying to spot him. I dragged the friend I’d taken with me across the paddock, trying to locate the Mclaren Area.

Once I remembered it's the 21st century and I have a cellphone, I called Oscar.

“Yeah?” He answered after one ring. 

“Ugh where are you? I’ve been looking everywhere…”

“I'm at the Mclaren-”

“Where?! I don’t see a wink of papaya.” My friend beside me gave me a pointed look because I was getting a bit aggressive because of the heat, but who cares? I NEED SHADE.

“If you’d let me finish my sentence, dork, I’d have told you It’s to the left of the entrance. It’s kind of hidden by Ferrari.”

“Okayyyyy…” I said while walking and looking around for what he was talking about.  “walking there now. See ya.”

“See ya.”

I hung up and practically sprinted to where he said. 

Once I caught sight of Lando a few steps away, I knew I was heading the right way.

“Lando!” I yelled. He looked up from his phone, eyes squinting and searching for the voice that called his name. He was wearing a nice outfit, no doubt because it was media day. Once he saw me he smiled and gave a short wave. 

I tried to bring my friend with me, but they insisted on going to the Ferrari area instead since “Mclaren is enemy territory.”

I understood and let them go since I know how much of a die-hard Tifosi they are.  

Once I reached Lando, I gave him a short hug and stood next to him in the shade. I was going to ask how the day’s been so far, but he spoke first. 

“Wow, was it really that bad? What did you say?” Lando said, looking at me with concern. “Umm what?” I am very confused. Who? What? When where? Huh? “Lando. What are you talking about?”

“Well, you walked over looking kind of, i don’t know… mad? And now you're all red so I assumed that your guy’s conversation didn’t go down well.” He explained, still not giving me a better explanation.”

“Huh? What why? Wait. Mine and whose conversation?” I expressed my concern and confusion by waving my arms around. 

“Oscar, dumbass. Who else?”

“I just got here. What are you talking about? Actually, I was going to see Oscar right now, but I thought I’d catch up with you, since I saw you first.” 

“Oh! You haven’t seen Oscar yet?” Lando’s eyebrows raised up like a cartoon character in surprise. I shook my head. “Go over there! He should be by the interviewer's pen. And just ignore everything I said. Yeah?”

“I- ok?” Before I could say anything Lando walked away towards a group of people holding neon yellow merch. 

I shook my head in confusion and then walked towards the interview pen. I spotted Oscar in a second, wearing a black Quadlock T-shirt, black shorts, an orange and blue OP81 cap, and the all-known backpack. His hands were in his pockets and he was nodding along to whatever the person next to him was talking about. 

He caught sight of me and did a double take in my direction. Instead of immediately leaving his conversation, he kept nodding respectfully but while occasionally looking at me. The person talking to him must have realized he was distracted and let him go. Once he was free, he turned away and started walking towards me, a smile present like always. 

“You good? You look a little sweaty?” He asked while laughing a bit and wiping the space between my eyebrows and hat with the cold handkerchief he was holding. 

“No shit, Sherlock.” I answered and tried to wipe away more moisture with the collar of my shirt, to no avail. He just gave me the handkerchief instead of watching me struggle. 

Once I was done, I looked at him and saw his classic amused smirk. I shoved his shoulder playfully and walked past him into the shade. 

He directed me to a room with air conditioning. It had a couch, closet and other Oscar things- it was his driver’s room. 

I plopped down on the couch, fanning myself. 

He sat down next to me and once he did, I didn’t hesitate to drape my legs over his lap and lay back, exhausted. 

We kind of sat there for a bit until he spoke up.

“So listen there’s this…”

When he stopped talking I opened my rested eyes and lifted my head to look at him. When I saw how flushed he looked, I properly sat up, moving my legs off of him and sat next up. Instead of asking what he was going to say, I just stayed quiet, knowing he would say it when he wanted to. 

“I have a question for you. You can say no, but I figured I’d ask you since you're my closest friend and I’d be more comfortable if you were there.” He said quickly.

(Hi. Future-me here. I’d have told you what him saying “friend” did to my heart, but I haven’t explained that part yet.)

“Ok, I’m all ears!” Who says that? Is that an actual saying? Why am I nervous?

He laughed a bit at that and continued talking. “So, are you up to going to this team gala thing in November with me, ‘cause I need a plus one and I don’t think I could get an actual date at that time.”

So, 1. Actual date? What's that supposed to mean? And 2. What does he mean he couldn’t get a date when he looks like that?

(If you didn’t get that: I find Oscar very attractive.)

“Oh, um…” I started.

(Waaiiiittttttttttt)

 “Well, I guess. I mean-” I stuttered.

(Anddddddddd)

 “Sure. I’ll go with you.” I finally said. 

(There it is. The worst mistake: I agreed to go to this stupid gala with him.)

Present

After I agreed to go to the gala with him, he brightened up and the look on his face made me excited to go, at the time. Now, however, I’m standing in my room, in my dress, chewing my nails and thinking over any type of excuse I could come up with. 

Over these past 2 months since he asked me, we’ve gotten closer. 

We’ve been hanging out more, and doing things that have made me feel like maybe he reciprocates my feelings. 

Oh! By the way, I’m in love with my best friend, Oscar Piastri, but you probably already gathered that. 

This Gala is making me nervous because of how intimate it sounds to go as Oscar’s date and social gatherings haven’t been my favorite either. 

So, now I’m racking my brain on anything I could say to get out of this. 

Right as I debate pretending to fall ill, my doorbell rings. 

I take a deep breath, grab my purse and my shoes and make my way downstairs to answer the door. 

Once the door swings open, I’m hit with cold air from outside, but a shiver makes it’s way throughout my body for a completely different reason.

Oscar’s standing there, wearing a black suit that fits him way too well. He’s wearing a burnt orange tie to match my dress and is holding flowers. His face is tinted pink from the cold and his hair is messy in a “yeah I styled it, but in a rockstar-messy-sexy way.”

We both looked at each other in silence, checking each other out with no guilt. His gaze broke from me first and right as I was trying to imagine what his torso looked like under his shirt, he cleared his throat. I looked away quickly and smiled at him warmly. He had his signature smile-smirk that made me want to grab his face and kiss it off of him. 

I withheld from any of the inappropriate actions flooding through my mind, no matter how many, and instead let him in. 

He walked in and stood in the entrance across from me. 

“It’s 7, and you’re not even finished getting ready?” He asked, grabbing my heels from my hand and lifting them up. 

“Yeah, well, to be honest I’m kind of nervous.”

Instead of asking why, he just nodded his head in a 'yeah me too' way. 

He set the flowers down on a table nearby and started kneeling. 

“Oscar, come on.” I tried to lift him up by his jacket, but he just playfully swatted my hand and continued. He lifted one of my feet slowly and began putting my shoe on for me.

Safe to say I am very much enjoying this, and might just internally combust.

Once he put both shoes on, he looked up at me, still kneeling. Instead of getting up immediately, he just looked at me for a bit and me him. 

There was something burning and overly intimate about this: us looking at each other. He slowly got back up and stood in front of me at his normal, towering, height. The change in his position did not stop our gazes. 

He looked serious now. Not the usual, playful, best-friend Oscar. Something different....

“You look beautiful.” He spoke in a low, gravely way that made my insides warm.

I looked down, blushing like crazy.

He looked away, a new hard expression on his face, and opened the door for us both. 

“Thankyou for the flowers.” I mentioned it quietly, afraid of this blooming tension.

He just nodded and led me to his car.

 

When we reached the gala, my nerves still hadn’t settled. In Oscar’s case, he didn’t look relaxed anymore. The whole way here, he kept stealing glances at me. I tried to understand what he was thinking but his expression wasn’t giving anything away. 

We walked into the building together. His head was on the small of my back, and since the dress was backless, his pinky was very close to grazing the top of my underwear. My back was burning from his touch and it’s all my mind was on. As we walked through a ton of people, I never thought about anything other than Oscar’s hands, and what they would feel like anywhere lower. 

Welcome to my mind: the place where Oscar’s hands have supremacy over any valid thought process.

I imagined him gripping my hips and pulling me close. Rubbing my arms, touching my face, lightly brushing my lips with his fingers, slowly touching my thigh. 

But then his hand left my back, and my surroundings faded back into reality. 

We reached an area where people were mingling by an open bar. I'm going to need a drink to get through this. 

Before I could get a drink to filter my emotions, Lando found us. 

“Hey guys, thank god you're here.” He said. He was wearing a nice navy suit, and any girl would fawn over him. Except, next to me was Oscar, and he looked so incredibly handsome that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him to spare Lando anymore than a glance. 

“Hey man.” Oscar fist-bumped him awkwardly and I gave him a small side hug. 

“You guys are kind of late, but that’s okay because everybody figured you guys were doing-” Lando didn’t finish whatever he was going to say and instead gave a horrible wink. 

I didn’t understand what he was saying at first but then Oscar made a comment,

“Mate, come on.” Oscar looked annoyed with Lando and rolled his eyes. I blushed when I realized and scoffed at Lando’s attempt to make a joke. 

“Yeah, sorry. It’s true though.”

“Lando.” This time i scolded him. 

“Sorry! Anyways, you’re a bit late so you missed the introduction but I'll summarize. There’s going to be an open bar, a raffle, dancing and mingling. The raffle's for some car but we don’t get to participate...But he wants us to either talk to these fancy people and find sponsors or dance.”

I winced a bit, not at all excited to do any sort of talking, let alone business talking. 

Lando walked away towards a pretty blond woman, going to do God knows what and left us to decide what to do with these instructions. I thought hard about how much I do not want to talk to strangers and instead blurted out: “Let’s dance.”

Oscar looked at me quickly in confusion. “What? You hate dancing. Remember the school dance where we sat at the table the whole night because of how petrified you were of dancing in front of everyone?”

Yes, of course I remember. Right now, though, I’d take anything over sponsor-mingling.

“I'd do anything to not have to follow you around to make conversation with these people. So, let’s look busy and dance.”

Oscar agreed and took my hand.

His hands, good lord. We found a spot and situated ourselves in a normal dance position. 

His hands were on my waist, and I held mine around his neck. I did whatever I could to not make eye contact. Instead, I watched as couples around the room held each other closely and danced to the music, looking very formal. 

“You good?” Oscar asked me in a whisper. He tilted his head down to speak right next to my ear. He was very close to my face, and when I moved to look at him and answer, our noses brushed. I jerked away a bit at the touch and just nodded. I held him closer and rested my head on his chest. My heart was beating out of my chest. He was breathing slowly and deeply near my face. 

Our closeness, his voice, his touch, my heart, and the collection of everything that’s happened over these last two months were gathering to the front of my mind.

I needed to say something. 

“Oscar.” I whispered, finally making eye contact with him. 

His gaze was sharp, darting between both of my eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked softly. 

We were slowly moving to the music, and he was leading effortlessly. Even though dancing in a crowd was one of my worst nightmares, I wasn’t scared at all. All of my emotions were focused on the man holding me. My best-friend. My childhood crush. My Oscar. I needed to tell him how I felt. Tonight.

“Can we go somewhere private?” I asked nervously. His eyes got intense and his jaw moved. He looked around the room, and without asking why, he took his hands away from my waist and held my lower back, moving me through the dancers. 

He didn’t know this building and neither did I, so it took us some time to find somewhere, but eventually we found a room filled with plants. It didn’t look like an indoor garden at all. Instead, it looked like plants that originally decorated the building and were stashed in this room for the night, to make room for Mclaren decor. The green made the room weirdly beautiful and the arrangement of vases were Louvre-worthy. 

Oscar closed the door behind him and turned to me. I sat on the edge of a table that was in the middle of the room and hid my face in my shoulder, suddenly scared and regretting this very much. 

Oscar and I have always been able to tell when something was bothering the other. So, whenever one of us caught that look on the other, we never pressured them to say anything. Instead, we waited in comfortable silence for the other to say what they wanted. Asking somebody what’s wrong over and over or pressuring the anwer out of someone never works. So, we wait. Wait until we’re ready. 

That’s what Oscar was doing. He was waiting for me to speak up, but I could tell the silence was eating at him this time. So, I spoke.

“Listen, I’m just going to say it. I don’t know if this is going to change our friendship, and I really don’t want it to. If it’s weird, just ignore it and we’ll pretend this never happened, ok? I don’t want you to leave my life or stay away forever after this.” I said quickly, looking at my feet dangling from the edge of the table. 

Oscar didn’t respond at first. I looked up trying to catch an emotion but I had no idea what he was thinking.

Instead, he stepped closer to me. He got so close that his thighs were touching my knees. 

“Nothing you say could ever keep me away from you.” He said, looking at me with sincerity and an intensity that could have someone on their knees in a second. 

I just nodded and cleared my throat.

“Ok.” I nodded again, trying to get the words out. 

“Oscar, I-” My heartbeat was in my ears and suddenly any nerves fell away as I was cut off. Oscar stopped me from talking by softly grabbing my neck and bringing my face close to his. I fell silent and instead admired our shared breaths. Our noses were touching and with one lean, I could be feeling Oscar’s lips on me. I don’t know what he wants. Is he going to kiss me? A few seconds later, Oscar moved his head a bit. He grazed my lips with his, but we still weren’t kissing yet. All of my emotions were on high, I needed him. Now. 

I took the last space and smashed my lips on his. He inhaled deeply into the kiss and immediately started moving with me. His lips were soft. Softer than I’d imagined.

His hand that was on the back of my neck brought me closer to him. Our lips were only touching. We're not properly making out, but somehow, it was the sexiest, most intimate thing I’d ever felt. Oscar used his other hand to move my knees apart so he could step between them. As soon as he moved closer, a heat burst in my heart. I grabbed the front of his jacket with both hands and pulled him into me. He started moving his lips, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth in the most sensual way. 

I gasped in the air and fluttered my eyes at the feeling of finally kissing Oscar. Oscar was kissing me back and it was more than I could have ever imagined in the steamiest of dreams. 

He kissed me like it was the break of dawn, and he was fulfilling a dream he had about us. I heard the unsteady breathing between us both and every nerve of mine was on fire. 

Oscar placed a hand on my thigh, grazing his thumb across the soft skin. He made a deep noise–a growl?-and said against my lips, “Me too, dork.” He could only mean that he agrees with what I was going to confess. 

“Wait, you didn't even hear me.” I whispered, moving to rest my forehead against his. 

He chuckled and it made me shiver in a way that made me want his whole weight on me. “I’ve known you my whole life. I kind of figured, well I hoped, that’s what you were trying to say with the warning you gave about ‘not wanting to ruin our friendship,’ so I had a hunch and took it.”

I smiled and opened my eyes to look at him. “Im glad.”

“Yeah?” he whispered, then angled his head to kiss along my neck. I was going to reply but only a sultry moan escaped my lips. He sucked in a short breath at the noise and started to nip further down to my collarbone and back up to behind my ear. I ran my fingers through his hair, gently pulling and playing with the strands. He licked the warm spot on my throat and then abandoned my neck. 

“Listen, I know this is extremely inappropriate," I looked at him, praying to any romantic gods that he says what I need him to say. "but I really need you right now. I think I’ll go insane…” He kissed me again, this time not hard but inviting and slowly. My mind was going haywire from his confession. He seemed so confident, and his touches and movements only seemed to validate the truth of his wants.

I pulled back and made sure to look him in the eye when I said: “Please, yes.”

He growled again and latched our lips and hips at the same time, dragging me closer to him. He was still standing between my legs, while I sat on the table. I was grasping at his hair, then down to the nape of his neck where I pulled him again. I couldn't get enough of him. 

He slowed us down again and started to take off his jacket. Then, he got down on his knee to take off my shoes.

What kind of irony is it that he’s doing exactly what I imagined him doing when he was putting them on.

After the shoes, was his tie, then I undid the buttons of his shirt. I wasted no time feeling his toned abs with both hands. We kissed for a little longer, not being able to leave our mouths alone for long.

What’d you expect? Its years of mutual longing, of course, we’re making it last.  

Finally, all that was left between us was my bra, and our underwear.

He was incredibly hot and I needed to feel him closer. I didn’t want a barrier between us anymore. In seconds, the last pieces of clothing were gone and our bare bodies were feeling everywhere. 

He slowly pushed me back onto the table and the coldness of the wood made me shiver. Then, he lifted my legs to bend and rest on the table as well. 

I couldn’t see him completely but I felt him. 

His fingers, the ones I’d daydreamed about minutes ago, touched my inner thigh. I heard him let out some unintelligent words as he got closer to where I needed him more than the entire universe. 

“Oscar,” I gasped, telling him my needs.

Then, in a flash, I was brought back up , and facing Oscar again, sitting up. I let my legs drop off the table and Oscar held me close to him again. 

“I need to kiss you. I need you close.” I melted at his words and moaned when his hand crept back down. Our mouths unlatched but slayed near each other. 

“Good god. Is this all for me?” He asked, finally dragging his fingers through my wetness. His fingers push into me, thumb stroking. “All me?”

I nod and this makes him start to stroke and pump. Every feeling in me is being dragged in and out by his hand, making me spiral. Every touch is amplified, making me move with him, over and over. He adds another finger, and I can't hold it anymore. Just a few more and I’d have reached bliss. The bliss was going to have to wait though. 

“Osc.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to come.”

I hold in another cry at the sight of his naughty smirk. “Good.” 

Instead of coming alone, I clumsily reach for him. Once I find the heavy heat of him, I close my hand around it and feel how ready he is. I shift up so he can line up.

He moved his fingers to grp my thighs.

He groans deliciously as he finally sinks in, and that sound tugs at something lovely and warm inside me. 

The relief of him, thick and hungry, sliding deep in and out of me could cause a cosmic reaction. Stars are bursting, my skin could be glowing. By god, If the world was ending around us, I’d stay here with him. Our bodies, finally being together, creates a fire in my bloodstream. 

I whisper that I never want to stop.

He groans how there’s no way this is real. 

I want to keep him here, he never wants to come, never wants to let go. 

I'm already reaching my high, and our expressive, frantic love-making gets me there with a few more thrusts.

I go, he follows. I finish, he’s still following. 

The world feels quiet as we make noises that rival the movies.

In the silence that follows, I feel our heartbeats and hear our mixed breaths.

He kisses me, but it’s so lazy and slow. We have to keep breathing deeply between kisses. 

I shift to disconnect but he stops me, and he brings me into him, hugging me. Our sweat and skin feel each other in a warm embrace. He's still inside me.

“Holy shit.” Oscar says into my hair. “Never leave me.”

What did we just do?

How have we gone this long without doing this? 

I'm going to need it in every part of my life from now on- to live. 

“Oscar, I’m in love with you.” I say, after everything.

He smiles and lifts my face to look at him. “Well I mean, you did just say it like over and over-”

“Oscar, I'm serious.” I lightly smack his chest. I love how after everything we’re still the same friends and lovers that tease each other.

“I love you too.” he kisses me short and sweet. The kiss suddenly grows again. And leads to more. And more.

After we rushed to put on our clothes after realizing how long we were probably missing, we made our way back to the gala. We didn’t stay long, both scared someone would see us and figure out the obvious, and wanting to be alone again somewhere more private. 

We almost made it, when Lando stopped us both. I was going to make up some bullshit excuse, but instead of saying anything, Lando held a hand up, then gave the most horrendous wink and let us pass. Idiot.

[thequeenofcupps]

Is anyone perchance writing for sparrow?

[cailaventog]

Annnd its humpback yn with lill ol eclipse!

@naffeclipse (owner of the Au)

[bkbubble]

@naffeclipse 's Leopard Seal Y/N: So you have chosen...death

[havikshoochiemama]

Bow lessons

Pairing: Sparrow x Reader

Warnings: None!! no pronouns used!

A/N: WTH i didn’t think ppl would actually read the one i wrote 😭 i was so shocked!!! but tyy soooo much!! i wrote this one when i was at work ngl (i be doing anything but working) it’s a short one !! it’s like 500 words LMAOO lmk if y’all want more i have sm time on my hands 😵‍💫

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“I thought you were just kidding when you said you’d give me bow lesson,” you muttered as you walked up you to him

“You know i never kid… sometimes,” he grinned “now grabbed that one over there and let’s get started”

you let out a groan “But Enea it’s 5 in the morning… can’t we do this later”

he shook his head “You know what the say amore—‘Early bird gets the worm’”

You yawned, reluctantly reaching for the bow

Sparrow stepped behind you, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath despite the cold morning air. “No, not that one. This one suits you better” he said as he handed you a slightly smaller bow, “Lightweight and easy to draw. Perfect for my sleepy archer-in-training”

You rolled your eyes but took it anyways “is that your way of calling me weak?”

“No, it’s my way of saying you got potential.” his grin softened.

You let out a tired laugh “remind me why were doing this again?”

“Because you said you wanted to learn, or was that just the drinks talking?” he said stepping back “Besides, archery is an art.”

He then demonstrated, with practice ease. Raising the bow, drawing the string and releasing. The arrow tore through the quiet morning and hit the center of the makeshift target he made.

“Show-off,” you muttered.

“Your turn, amore.”

You sighed, as you positioned yourself like he had. The bow felt weird in your hands, the string tighter than it looked. When you finally released it the arrow skidded off to the side landing quietly into the dirt.

Sparrow clapped dramatically, “Incredibile! The dirt never saw it coming.”

You shot a glare at him

He raised his hands in a mock surrender as a smirk tugged on his lips “Too much?”

you rolled your eyes as he slipped behind you fixing your posture with infuriating gentleness

“You know,” he muttered near your ear, “most people would kill for private archery lessons from the great sparrow”

You smirked “Yet here you are giving them to me for free.”

“Of course, amore. You’re special.”

You let out a soft laugh bitting your lip as you grabbed another arrow “if i hit the target do i get a prize?”

Sparrow hummed “Depends, what kind of prize were you thinking?”

you released the the arrow as it struck the outer ring and not the floor this time.

You turned to him with a big smile on your face “That counts… right?”

Sparrow let out a whistle “Bersaglio! See? you’re a natural!”

You turned to him smile still big “Beginners luck.”

“Maybe. Or maybe i’m just a great teacher.” he gave you a wink “ could be both.”

you lifted a brow “So?”

instead of replying he just leaned in giving you a kiss. Warm and lazy mixed with a little smugness.

As he pulled back, you smiled. “A kiss for barely hitting the target? I wonder what I’d get for a bullseye.”

“Gotta hit it to find out,” he said, passing you another arrow.

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A/N: TYYY for reading i want to write more for my pretty baby i have so many ideas (im procrastinating my actual writing) always open to criticism im just a yapper not an actual writer 😭 i was gonna make this longer and i was doing research on archery and i got lazy ngl 🌚 i want to write something w the cat !!!

[hannahbarberra162]

can i request more apex alpha shanks PLEASE 😩 idk but this is the first time ive read any abo literature with this like level and it was amazingly written

if you somehow find the time to write maybe just some hcs or something of apex alpha shanks x omega reader (maybe a diff scenario where its just them and their relationship with consideration of all the other world dynamics (w rare omegas n whatnot 🙂‍↕️)maybe not yandere if possible idk)

But see Nonnie, how can I write my other things when y'all keep dropping excellent ideas? Also lol literature, you glaze me Nonnie <3 Hmmmm....basically nice Shanks AU? Hope this scratches your itch...

Emperor's Prize AU: Kind Shanks :)

All the other chapters / AUs

This is set before Kid finds the Omega, she's still in hiding / nothing bad has happened to her.

Shoutout to @sordidmusings for hyping me and editing this, thank you @gouraminnow for reading it and beta-ing it as well.

Shanks loved docking at Beta Island - it was one of his favorite places on the Grand Line. He liked most of the islands in his territory, almost all were filled with people more than willing to open their bottles, cupboards, and bedroom doors to welcome the Red Haired Pirates. But there was always some lingering tension at every island. He didn’t think it was intentional, but aside from his own crew, his presence always set other Alphas off. 

Sure, they would be deferential like any of his subordinate crews or islands, but his mere presence would have Alphas posturing or growling or throwing off pheromones like crazy. He didn’t fault the Alphas for their behaviors but it all added up to a massive headache if he wasn’t able to get away back to the ship for at least a few hours and cool off from the constant threat of a confrontation. Shanks had excellent self control but even he could get annoyed after a while.

But not on Beta Island. Oh, no. On Beta Island there were no Alphas to contend with and since all Omegas had been taken by the World Government for the Celestial Dragons, there were none of them either. It was all Betas as far as the eyes could see since only Betas had permission from the local government to live on the island. Shanks could really let his hair loose and party because he didn’t have to worry about sparking any power struggles between himself and the other Alphas on the island. He got to enjoy what it would be like to be almost like everyone else, if only for a little bit.

And this week was one such time. It was their second day on the island and Shanks was enjoying the last of the afternoon sun as the day changed into evening. Many stores were closing for the night, eager to begin celebrating with the Emperor and his crew. Shanks was also excited for the night’s revelry but had one final errand to run per Benn. Well, he’d only been assigned one errand for the duration of their docking but he’d forgotten about it for most of the day after one too many margaritas. Now Shanks had to make sure to hit the candle store before it closed lest Beckman gripe at him again for “not being able to read at night” or “not being able to balance the books” or whatever it was Benn did in his cabin after dark. 

Shanks walked along the sidewalk, whistling an old tune Buggy had taught him as a kid when he spotted the candle store. A particularly small Beta woman had her keys out as she shut the door, looking for the right key to turn in the lock.

“Hey! Wait!” Shanks said, breaking into a light jog. He really didn’t want to hear another earful from Benn about how he couldn’t do his one errand for the crew. You hadn’t been expecting anyone to yell out so you jumped at the sudden noise and dropped your keys on the ground. 

“Oof, sorry! Didn’t mean to frighten you,” Shanks said, reaching for the keys on the ground. You were reaching for them at the same time, your eyes meeting his when you looked up. Pretty, thought Shanks. He stood up and offered you the keys on the open palm of his hand. 

“S-sorry, Emperor,” you stammered, using the tips of your fingers to take the keys from his hand as if to prevent your fingers from touching him too much.

“Nothing to be sorry for, I’m the one who scared you,” Shanks said with an easy smile. You smiled in return but it didn’t reach your eyes. You were backing away from him even though he wasn’t approaching. Was that…fear he scented on the evening breeze? 

“Sorry to be a bother, I know you’re closing in the next…” Shanks said as he pretended to look at his missing forearm as a joke, “now, but would you be willing to sell me just a few candles? I really need them or my crew's gonna make me walk the plank,” he said, flashing his million beri smile. You stared at him, your eyes growing wider with every word. Shanks was a little taken aback - usually those jokes killed, and no woman could hold out against his charm. What was with you? Maybe you had a bad run in with Alphas before?

You didn't answer but your tongue darted out to lick your lips. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded your head. 

“Alright, come in.” You opened the door for him and waited until he went inside before following him into the cluttered shop. Candles were crammed onto every open surface, the air thick with the smell of wax and paraffin. Shanks’s own cabin was organized chaos but this was simply chaos. There were dressers, cabinets, shelves, containers, every inch was filled with candles. Not only that, there was the cloying scent of the perfume used in the candles mixing in the wax and paraffin. Shanks had a difficult time being in the store for a few minutes, only a Beta could work in such a place with their dulled sense of smell. Even the loveseat by the front display had candles on the arms.

Looking around, Shanks saw that some candles were figures of animals, flowers, and even famous people, but all he needed were standard sticks for reading at night. In the moments he'd been staring at the wares, you'd slipped behind the long counter and were watching him with wary eyes, as if ready to bolt. 

“Where are your, I don't know, just - regular candles?” Shanks asked, touching the tip of a carefully crafted griffin candle.

“Over here, on the shelves next to the window,” you replied in a small voice, removing yourself even farther away from him. The air felt heavy with all the scents as Shanks continued into the store and the smells irritated Shanks after a day spent outside in the fresh air. 

“Would you mind opening the window? The perfume from the scented candles is a lot for me right now, I'm not strong like you,” Shanks said, running a hand through his hair with a cheeky grin. Again you gave him a blank face but did as he asked and opened the window behind you, letting in some of the evening breeze.

The light of the golden hour was behind you, illuminating your features like an angel. Yes, he had been right, you were pretty. But there was something more than pretty, Shanks thought to himself. There was something about you that was calling to him, more than other Betas would. He wanted to know why you weren't responding to him, why you weren't smiling back or at least being pleasant. Did he do something wrong? He felt the pressing urge to address your problems, even though it was likely he himself was causing them.

Shanks walked over to the inset cabinet and rifled through the drawers but only found red column candles. Benn usually bought white but they were the Red Haired pirates so red would have to do. Shanks wanted to solve the problem of the Beta, he was done with the candle hunt.

“I'll grab some of these -” he said jovially, bent over the cabinet. But that was before the breeze caught his nose, causing him to stand upright near instantly. He looked at you as your eyes flicked to his own, the scent of fear growing stronger in the shop. But that wasn’t what Shanks had scented first.

“What was that?” Shanks asked calmly, candles forgotten in the cabinet. Something emitted a scent more lovely than anything he’d ever scented before - floral and earthy and sharp and bright and sweet. He’d been on the seas his whole life and never had anything come close to that smell. He needed to find the source and he was fairly sure it was you.

“Wh-what? The candles?” you asked, biting your lip in worry.

“No. What was the other scent?” Shanks’s easy going attitude dropped as he turned to face you fully. Your face paled and you looked faint as Shanks directly confronted you. He didn’t want to scare you but he needed an answer.

“I….I -” Your eyes darted at the door as you turned your feet. Shanks had seen that look a hundred times on a hundred different islands - you were going to try to run. Shanks didn’t have to calculate the distance to the door to know he was stronger and faster; he could catch you before you could make it past the counter. He wasn’t in the mood for games, he needed that scent again. He wanted to bathe in it, to douse everything he owned in it and roll around, he had to smell it again.

“Come here,” Shanks Commanded. Your eyebrows knitted together like you were going to cry and Shanks was struck with the sudden urge to apologize and comfort you. You slowly made your way around the counter to stand right in front of him, staring at his sandaled feet with your fingers picking at your nails. Shanks knew he could be imposing, but he tried to soften his frown so as not to frighten you further. 

“Come here, little Beta,” he offered this time without a Command, holding his hand out to you. You didn’t look up or take his hand but did take a step closer to him. Now less than a foot away, Shanks detected a hint of the earlier ambrosia. A memory came to mind, something Roger had said about Rouge long ago.

“You’re not a Beta, are you?” Shanks said quietly, tilting his head to the side. Now your head snapped up to look at his face. Your eyes were wide and pupils blown as tears filled your lashline.

“I - I am! I have the papers to prove it! I’m -”

“You’re not.” A tear tracked down your face as Shanks reached to wipe it away with his thumb. You flinched but let him touch your face, something unspoken clicking into place for Shanks. Keeping his hand on you, he cupped your chin and tilted your head up. You looked like you were a few words away from a breakdown but he needed to push you just a little more.

“Look at me,” he said softly. “I can protect you. Just tell me the truth,” He tried to put weight into his words but given how flighty you already were he wasn’t sure you’d listen.

“I c-can’t, I can’t, I’m -” you stuttered as your lip started to wobble. Shanks’s inner Alpha roared to life, demanding that he take care of you and console you. Gritting his teeth, he instead led you to the loveseat by the front window and sat you down, perching right next to you. Shanks wanted to give you space, he really did, but the Alpha in him needed to soothe your pains, either physically or emotionally. 

“It’ll be ok, just tell me.” Shanks shook his head, trying to clear the scent from his lungs before he answered. He had so much he wanted to say but the only thing he could think about was your scent wrapping around him and clouding his mind.

“I’m…I’m - I’m an Omega,” you whispered, your shoulders hunching in as if to ward off an attack. Shanks’s impassive face didn’t change but his mind rapidly filled with questions he needed answers to. 

“How have you been able to hide it? Even here someone would have smelled you,” he asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. His body was releasing his own pheromones now to soothe your sadness. There wasn’t anything he could do to stop it - it was a purely biological function - but he hoped you’d find some solace in it anyway.

“I, um, make my own s-suppressants. Well, I used to, b-but now I can’t get the - all the things I need. And I work at this store. Like you said, the smell is overpowering so, I um, it helps with the scents.” You looked up at him through your lashes while curling in on yourself, as if waiting for him to grab you or strike you.

“Nothing bad’s going to happen,” Shanks said, pulling you closer to him. He would rather lose his remaining arm before forcing you into mating but being physically close to an Alpha like him would likely help you calm down. Actually, now that he thought about it, he decided to do something he’d never done for a woman before. He’d never even tried it outside a few times in childhood - and that was just to annoy Buggy.

Shanks purred for you. 

The effect was near immediate. You sagged against his side, face in your palms as you accepted the comfort he offered you. Shanks covered you with his cloak, the two of you sitting in silence as Shanks thought through potential solutions, purring all the while. You rubbed your face on the soft material of his cloak like a little cat, even as tears trickled down your face. You started to sniffle, his shirt getting wet but Shanks didn’t mind and let you have your time to process the situation. 

After a few moments, to his surprise, you crawled into his lap and pushed your face against his chest in an effort to get closer to the rumbling emanating from him. Shanks knew your actions weren’t personal - it wasn’t him you wanted - you were fulfilling a need due to your respective designations. You were an Omega and he an Alpha and you wanted to seek comfort where you could find it. Still, he allowed himself a small measure of satisfaction to calm the Alpha within him. He held you against his warm body, though not tightly in case you wished to move back to the loveseat. 

You were still crying quietly but the purr was helping you to calm down, his hand now running up and down your back in an effort to soothe you. His fingers skimmed your arms where your stained work shirt didn’t cover and it took all his effort not to dip his hand beneath the hem. Your skin was so soft, much softer than any Alpha or Beta he’d ever had the privilege of touching before.

He’d never been this close to an Omega before and the effect on his inner Alpha was heady. His body was ready to toss you into the closest bed and make you feel better in any way he could, but the man in him would never cross that line. After several minutes, you broke the silence. “S-so are you g-gonna sell me? K-keep me?” you sniffled into his chest.

“I would never sell you. Never,” Shanks said, his words making goosebumps appear on your skin. He continued to run his calloused hand over your arm, speaking soft but sincerely. “We do need to talk about what to do next. I don’t think you’re safe on your own, not even on Beta Island. I’m not the only Alpha who stops here - I know the island trades with merchants and all it takes is for one of them to smell you. Even if you could get the materials for your suppressants, I don’t think it’s a good idea. The consequences of you being discovered are high,” he explained. If you were found, you’d be turned over to the World Government and sold off to the highest bidder. Shanks shuddered to think of the fate you’d suffer at the hands of the Celestial Dragons.

“S-so what do - what’s g-going to happen?” you asked, still leaning against his chest. Shanks hummed. He’d only come to one solution that worked during all of his brainstorming.

“I can take you with me on the Red Force, if you wish. I’ll keep you safe there until we find a more permanent solution. It wouldn’t be forever, just until we found somewhere you could live in peace.” Shanks hoped that was true but he couldn’t think of anywhere on the planet that was safe from the reach of the Celestial Dragons and habitable. His inner Alpha was raging at him for his suggestion to let you go but he would never limit your freedom because of your designation. You picked your head up and swallowed thickly. You hadn’t said yes or no, so he continued to make his case.

“Come with me, please Omega? It’s not so bad on the Red Force,” he said with a small smile. You gave him a weary look but didn’t frown or outright refuse. “You can watch Beckman boss me around and even come to my defense if I deserve it. He’s partially to blame for all this anyway,” Shanks said with false annoyance. “He’s the one who asked me to buy candles since I might have used them all up to read a romance novel in the bath one night,” he said with a huff. You gave him a watery smile, which Shanks took as encouragement.

“Please, Omega? You won’t to live in fear anymore, looking over your shoulder at every turn. You’ll be free,” Shanks urged you, holding himself back from kissing your forehead. He couldn’t imagine the stress you were under, hiding your designation from everyone you knew and working in this putrid smelling candle store on top of it. You pressed your lips together and gave a small nod of your head.

“A-alright,” you whispered against his skin. Shanks wanted to roar in pleasure at your acceptance of his protection.

“You won’t regret choosing freedom. You won’t regret choosing me.”

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