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@theimpalpable | the GBEP
Another glance at his front. He can't help it. They hadn't exactly signed up as extra aid to keep watch to this area with the idea they'd be getting fashion tips from random strangers he'd almost threatened to apprehend. To stutter a little through their thought process and reactions seems sensible enough.
Also because he's somewhat starting to doubt he's talking to an actual person. Or... a living one, at least. Which opens the door to a completely different set of problems, which he'd truly rather not step through today.
Or tonight, rather.
Or at any point in time, actually.
Calloused hand flattens the front of his clothes until his fingers curl around the hem of the bland shirt he's wearing under his jacket, lifting it up to stare down at it as though the fabric could materialise a visual representation of the colours just described.
They look up.
What an odd fella. Stiff, somewhat, but not really. Stiff in a way gentlemen are in Western shows, controlled like people of the elite, intellectuals, and superior to the smaller ones who don't have fine shoes, nor can they afford them. At the same time, though, he doesn't... seem... particulary arrogant? That small extra weight to self-importance that would have made assessing him easier.
His tone of voice, too, conversational, if, again, a little... stiff.
Though Seok-ju feels that's not quite the right word.
He blinks, tilts their head. "I'm... I'll be honest, I'm not quite sure what 'burgundy' and 'hazelwood' look like," a smile breaks out on their lips, like the sun through hazy, stern clouds. Not quite sheepish. Humorous, almost. "I like my fashion and my style, but... not an expert on the finer details like the actual proper names of colours."
"So," Seok-ju clears their throat, a casual little human error, tick, more than the actual need for it, "when you say replicate... You're a tailor? Or someone from that industry?"
Well, that would explain... wait, that would explain a lot actually. Fine suit, fine demeanour, fine everything. Seok-ju shoves his hands into his back pockets and relaxes with his elbows jutted out, like moments from replicating a mother scolding a silly child.
Although, the naturalism makes him wonder if 'industry' is the right word to apply here.
"Some sort of patrol, yeah," they concede, shifting their weight to rotate the stiffening joints of one of their ankle. Fine manner of speech and apparently very dedicated to his craft, which could both make him terribly innocent or... well... be a very good cover.
"It's nothing too serious, though, you don't have to worry. Nothing dangerous at least," a shrug. A kid missing is always a serious thing, even though too many in the precinct would argue that 19 years don't make a guy a kid, and he's a guy anyway, whatever could possibly happen to him.
Maybe that's why they'd had to volunteer. South Korea and its oh so inclusive laws for missing people. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen a young male-presenting adult most likely wearing a Doosan Bears baseball shirt, beige school uniform trousers, white running shoes and a sports bag?" A tilt of his head to the side again and tragically for himself, the face he makes is doubtful enough that he can't help recognise that some of his fellow officer's thoughts might have begun slipping into their head. "About this height," lifts his hand to hover, flattened palm facing the ground, an arm width over his head. "Potentially in distress, appearing lost, or unapproachable. Maybe in the company of someone else?"
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measuredingold · 6 months
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authors note: after a month off, i've finally finished my noah piece :) this is my first on tumblr, second one all together (there's one on my ao3). this was a request a friend of mine made a month or so ago, and i'm happy to finally get it out for them. briefly proofread, sorry for any mistakes. as always, enjoy and feedback is appreciated :) my requests are open btw! i'm also working on tag-list, so if you'd like to be added please send me a message :)
pairing: noah sebastian x reader
cross-posted on ao3
word count: 6.8k
cw/tags: slight friends to lovers, readers first time, realization of ~feelings~, fingering, cunnilingus (noah is a munch), p in v, protected sex (be safe!!!!! wrap it up folks!!!), fluff, maybe slight angst if you really squint, loads of tension, noah being a sweetheart, open ending, 18+ minors do not interact
You stare at Noah’s door, nerves bubbling inside of you. It was silly to be nervous - Noah was your best friend. You’ve lived with him for the last three years, known him even longer, and you’ve asked him plenty of favors in the time you’ve spent with him. However, this time was a lot different. 
Navigating your 20’s was something you were still figuring out. Establishing your career, finding a friend group that you trusted, and even dating was all so confusing. You’ve gotten the career down, and you think you got a pretty solid group of friends, but romantic relationships are still something that you can’t seem to get. 
You’ve been on dates, that wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was when things got… intimate. You’re embarrassed to say it, but you were still a virgin. It wasn’t like you were waiting for that special someone, it just never happened. You’d either get to that point and chicken out, or never even make it out of the kissing stage. At this point you just wanted it done and over with, but you couldn’t just do it with anyone. 
That’s where Noah came in.
You trusted him more than you trusted yourself, you think, and your other friends told you that if you just wanted to get it done and over with, do it with someone you won’t regret. 
You don’t think you’d regret Noah. 
With a shaky hand you reach up and knock on his door, the music from inside pausing. You hear shuffling and the twist of the doorknob, and there stood Noah. He smiles. 
“Didn’t know you were home,��� He swings the door open and goes back over to his desk, falling into his chair. “What’s up?”
You don’t move, just stand in the doorway, your nerves intensifying. Shit.
He looks over at you after a moment of silence, and his brows furrow, lips pursing slightly. 
“Hello? Everything alright?”
You shake yourself out of your trance and shift on your feet, arms crossing over your chest. 
“Can I ask you something?” You bite down on your lip. “Like… a favor?”
Noah’s head tilts. “…What kind of favor?”
“A pretty big one.” You can’t help but smile sheepishly at the way Noah’s eyes narrow at you before his gaze softens, realizing your nerves, and he nods towards his bed. You walk over and sit down without a word.
He rolls his chair over to you as you pull your legs up under yourself, hands laid in your lap, and he reaches for them. You jump at the touch, and he frowns, but he doesn’t let go.
“What’s going on? Is everything alright?” His eyes narrow again. “…Do you need me to fight someone? I’m not really good at that, but I’ll try.” 
You can’t help but laugh before dropping your gaze from his, looking down at your hands intertwined together.
"No, no fighting is involved."
"Oh, thank fuck. You know I'm not much of a fighter." You laugh again but it falls short, the nerves resurfacing again. Noah's lips dip into a frown. "Seriously, what's up?"
You pull your hands from his to wipe them against your pants, sighing deeply. How do you even bring this up? You practiced a script in your head for hours before even standing in front of his door, but now that you're in his room, and he's sitting right in front of you, it's like you've forgotten everything you wanted to say.
"You can't laugh." You finally say. "And you can say no. It's... a stupid favor, anyways, but you're one of the few people I wholeheartedly trust, so..." Your words trail off with a shrug and you look up at Noah again, seeing confusion written all over his face.
"You're acting weird again." His head tilts again and you keep in your laughter this time. He looks like a confused puppy. "Did you do something illegal?" His eyes widen a bit as he leans in. "...Are you in trouble? Am I going to be an accomplice? You know I wouldn't do good in jail, dude."
"Oh my god, Noah." Your hands come up to rub at your face, laughter spilling out of you. "I'm not in trouble and no one's going to jail."
"Then what is it? You're acting like it's something crazy."
"Because it is!" You whine, falling back onto his bed. Your eyes stare up at the ceiling, arms resting on either side of your body. "And it's fucking embarrassing."
"I've known you for like 6 years, I think I've seen every embarrassing thing you've done."
You hear his chair squeak and feel the bed dip beside you, but you don't bother looking over. You feel his body, heat radiating off of him, and you suck in a breath at the close proximity. You truly were never bothered by being close to Noah, but ever since you've thought of your silly request, just the thought of touching him has your head reeling. He lays beside you, propping himself up on his elbow. You manage to sneak a glance at him and he's already staring down at you, lips pursed.
"Talk to me."
You pout. "I'm nervous."
"Oh, please." He reaches down to flick at your forehead, and you yelp, eyes slitting into a glare at your friend. "It's just me."
You sigh, gazing back up at the ceiling. "Alright. Just... Please promise not to laugh. And remember you can say no."
"Got it. Now, what is it?"
"So..." You hum, eyes falling shut. "You know how I'm still like... I've never had sex with anyone?"
"Yes." Noah says. "Still shocked, by the way, but I support you. It's not for everyone and we all go at our own pace."
You flush at his words, eyes opening to stare at him again. "Why're you shocked?"
He shrugs. "Just am, but it’s not a bad thing. Like I said everyone goes at their own pace.”
"Right." You clear your throat. "It's not like I don't want to do it, it's just... it's never happened. I think..." Your eyes fall shut again, not being able to look at him anymore. "Anna said I might be one of those people that just need to do it with someone I already know. Someone I trust, so it's not as scary."
"Hm..." Noah shifts next to you. "You could be. That's not really unheard of, a lot of people are more comfortable having sex with someone they're already comfortable with."
"Yeah, right." You suck in a breath. "Well... I've been thinking about it recently. And um..." You reach up and cover your face with your hands, trying to hide the deepening flush to your cheeks. "I was thinking about who I trust enough to do that with and... I trust you more than anyone else. Probably even more than myself."
The silence that follows is almost deafening. You're sure it took him a moment to register his words and you know the second he does, the bed shifting beside you. Noah sits up and you can feel his eyes boring into you, and it makes your skin crawl. You can't pull your hands away from your face, too scared to even look at him. 
It was such a crazy thing to throw out there, you knew that. What's the worst he could say? No? Your mind kept replaying that over and over again and yeah, the worst he could say was no. However, you feared that maybe you asking him of this would make things awkward. You knew it wasn't a friendship ending type risky, but it was enough to maybe make the next few weeks stiff and weird. 
"Are you..." Noah pauses and you hear him suck in a breath. "Are you asking to have sex with me?"
"God, when you say it like that it sounds so fucking weird." 
By better judgement you pull your hands away from your face to look up at Noah, expecting the worse. Though, it's not bad at all actually. He looks confused, definitely, but he doesn't look too uncomfortable. His gaze is still soft as his eyes meet yours. 
"Why me?" He sounds shocked, as if there should be a hundred other options before him. 
"Well. I live with you, and you're my best friend." You say simply and shrug. "You're also the only person in this world I trust enough to be... vulnerable like that with. For my first time, at least."
He nods, tongue darting out to swipe as his bottom lip and your eyes can't help but follow the movement. Something low in your stomach stirs, heat rushing through you, and you tear your eyes away to gaze into his again. 
"You can say no," You remind him quickly, moving to sit up across from him. "It's a crazy favor. I won't take it to heart."
"I..." His words trail off and his lips press together, looking off to the side. "I don't know if we should." 
For some reason your heart sinks to your stomach. A part of you knew he would say no and knew that was the worst thing he could say, but there was some other part of you that clung on to the possibility. You just wanted to get it over with and you were hoping that maybe he would help you out... but you still understand his hesitancy.
"Of course, yeah." You nod your head quickly, face heating up again. "I shouldn't have even asked; I don't know what I was thinking."
"No-"
You get up from his bed and rush towards his door. "Forget it, okay? I'm sorry for making it weird."
You don't bother looking back at Noah, slipping out his door and practically running to your room across the hall, shutting your door behind you.
Later that night while you were getting ready for bed, Noah slips into your room. You freeze, turning to look at him as he stands in your door frame, wringing his hands in front of him nervously. 
“Okay. I thought about it some more.” 
You pause. “About what?”
“About… what you asked me.” Your skin heats up at his words and you start to shake your head, but he holds a hand up to stop you. “I’m really fucking flattered that you trust me that much to even consider me a possibility and… and if you still want to, I’ll do it. If it’ll make you happy.” 
The silence that follows was brutal. You weren’t sure how to take it, especially with the way Noah was looking at you. He seemed nervous, almost like you had been earlier, and it has something inside of your fluttering. Like a bunch of butterflies had been set free inside your tummy all at once. 
You swallow. “What?”
"I don't know, I just." He leans against the doorframe now, arms crossing over his chest. "The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Being vulnerable can be hard, especially during sex, and... part of me wishes my first time was with someone I trusted."
You stay silent, eyeing Noah from across the room and he finally looks up, eyes meeting yours. He gives you a gentle smile and goosebumps rise across your skin.
"Really?" You say dumbly and he laughs.
"Yeah." He shrugs. "I mean, do I regret it? Not really, but I think it would've made the experience better if it had been with someone I trusted and maybe had known longer than a few weeks." He slowly makes his way towards your bed and sits down on it, patting the spot next to him. Your feet move before you can even think, settling down next to him. "I also want your first time to be good. I know too many people whose first times were shitty, and I don't want that for you. If... if it's with me, I'll be able to make sure you're enjoying it, and not just doing it to say you did."
You notice the subtle flush on his cheeks, and you can't help but smile.
"I just need to know that this is really what you want because there's no going back after this." 
He reaches out to place a hand against your thigh, and you know it was supposed to be soothing, but the burning feeling it left against you was almost too much to handle. You nod quickly, eyes never leaving his.
"If I didn't want this I wouldn’t have asked, Noah." You say softly. "I've thought about it a lot and... and if I were to choose anyone in the entire world to do this with, it would be you."
Something in the air shifts after the words leave your mouth and you swear you see something cross in Noah's eyes, but it's gone before you could even think about it. You feel his fingers dip into your thigh for a split second before loosening, rubbing the spot he had dug into. 
"You're one hundred percent sure about this?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper. 
You stare at him for a moment before your eyes linger down to his lips, before flicking back up to him. He noticed but didn't say a word, hand still rubbing your thigh. You nod. 
"Yes."
"Okay." He sucks in a deep breath after a moment and pulls away from you, the moment you two shared slipping away. Your stomach turns, almost missing the contact, but you scoot a bit from him anyways. "Okay, cool. Do you work this weekend?"
You raise a brow at him, head shaking. "No. Why?"
"I'm free most of Saturday and Sunday, so we could... uh, do it then."
"Oh." Your eyes widen. "You want to wait?"
"I mean, yeah. Us doing it now would be weird, right?" You think about it briefly before nodding. It would be odd to just dive into it now, you don't think you'd enjoy it that much. "This gives us time to... prepare? I don't know. Be less nervous? And it gives you a few days to really think about it."
You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart swells in size at how concerned Noah was, making sure you were completely okay with your decision. 
"I've thought about it for almost a week now. I think I'm sure."
“Alright, no need to get fucking sassy with me.” He leans over to flick at your forehead, like he had done earlier, and you swat at his hand.
“I’m not even being sassy!”
“Whatever, dude.” Noah finally gets up from your bed and looks down at you, brows raising. “So, next weekend?”
“Um. Yeah. Next weekend.” You clear your throat, trying to come off as nonchalant as possible, and Noah nods.
“Alright. Cool.” He looks like he wants to say something else, lips pressing together before he shrugs it off, making his way towards the door. “Does pizza sound good for tonight?”
You blink. “Huh?”
“Pizza.” He looks over his shoulder. “For dinner?”
“Oh.” You blink again, the sudden change in conversation taking you for a loop and you push yourself up off the bed. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Awesome. I’ll go ahead and order it and let you know when it’s here.”
You watch him slip out of your room, listening to his footsteps down the hall, and something in your tummy stirs as the realization of what’s happening finally settles in. What the hell did you just get yourself into?
You sat in the middle of your bed late Saturday evening, staring up at Noah as he stood at the end of your bed. You were still nervous, but not as nervous as you had been almost a week ago. Noah had been right - the more you thought about it and prepared yourself, the less scared you seemed to be. You can't lie and say all the nerves have gone away, because they sure as hell haven't, but looking at Noah right now, all you feel is comfort. 
"Feeling alright?" Noah's voice breaks you from your thoughts and you give him a small nod.
"Yeah." You hum, your hands spreading against your thighs. They were bare, the only thing you had on were some sleep shorts and an oversized shirt you typically slept in - probably Noah's. "Just nervous."
Noah gives you a smile as he crawls onto the bed towards you, your heart picking up under your chest. 
"It's okay to be nervous." He mumbles, sitting on his knees in front of you. You still have to tilt your head up just to look at him. "But it's just me, okay? I'll take care of you. I promise."
His words have your stomach turning, like a bunch of butterflies have just been released. Your skin heats up and you're sure your cheeks are flushed some sort of light pink, and Noah leans forward, his lips ghosting against your forehead. You take a deep breath and let your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, trying to ease your nerves.
"At any time you want to stop, you tell me, okay?" He says once he pulls back, hand coming up to rest beneath your chin, tilting your head back up. Your eyes open. "If it becomes too much, I need you to tell me. This is about you - not me. No egos will be shattered or anything."
"Okay."
"If it's alright with you, we can do the stop light method." He hums, hand never leaving your face. "Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for keep going."
You stare at him, eyes already glossed over in a haze, and you nod in his hold. "I trust you."
He pauses, eyes scanning over your face one more time before he leans in again, lips pressing against your forehead more firmly. Your eyes slip shut once again and you lean into it, savoring it. You miss the feeling of his lips against your skin when he pulls away, letting his hand drop.
"Lean back for me."
You scoot up the bed and lean back, the back of your head pressing against your pillow. Noah stares down at you before nudging your legs open gently, leaning forward to hover over you. Your heart is thudding so loudly against your chest it's the only thing you can hear, and you swear Noah can too. And you suspect that he does, especially with the way his lips quirk up at the ends before his eyes catch yours.
"Just relax, okay?" His voice is much lower now and it has something in the pit of your stomach heating up, skin tingling. "You're in good hands."
"Promise?"
Usually you would tease him, since that was the nature of your relationship, but right now you feel too vulnerable. You need to know that you'll be okay with him, which you're sure you will, but hearing him say it out loud just makes you feel a little bit better.
His gaze softens. "I promise."
The look you two share has alarms going off in your mind, and your stomach turns in a way you've never felt before, yet you don't think you've ever felt safer in your life. You relax yourself against your bed, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.
"Okay." You breathe out. "I trust you."
"Thank you." He actually sounds happy by your words, almost like he's proud, and he leans down, lips ghosting against the skin of your neck as he mumbles out, "I trust you, too."
You can't help the gasp that escapes you when he presses a handful of soft, barely there kisses along your neck. He has an arm propped up beside you to hold himself up, while the other is rested against your hip. He nudges your shirt up ever so slightly, the pads of his tattooed fingers brushing against your bare skin. By instinct your hands raise to reach for him, fingers tangling in his hair. You feel him press against you, a shaky breath leaving him and when the air hits your skin, you shiver.
Noah presses another kiss to your skin before he pulls back, sitting up on his knees. You stare up at him, lips parted as a gasp escapes you. The look in his eyes was almost too much, the usual softness in his brown eyes darkening. The hand that was on your hip pushed your shirt up more, letting it wrinkle up against your stomach.
"Can I take these off?" He questions, fingers now tugging at the waistband of your shorts.
You can only nod, words not being an option right now and your hips lift up on their own as he tugs your shorts down your legs. Your body shakes the second you're exposed, the only thing covering you now is your underwear. The cold air hits against your core and its damp, and you flush out of embarrassment. He's done nothing but kiss you and you're already wet. You try to shut your legs out of habit, but Noah was still seated between them.
"Hey," His voice is rough, but he leans down, meeting your eyes again. A hand rests against the top of your thigh, his fingers dipping dangerously close to the one spot you're aching for him to be. "You okay? You don't need to hide."
You nod again because nothing seems to come out and Noah shakes his head, hair moving around.
"Talk to me." 
Something in his tone has you shivering again, and you swallow. "I'm okay... just not used to this." 
"I understand." His eyes drop from yours down to his hand against your thigh, watching as he gently caresses the skin. You can't help but squirm when his fingers get a bit too close to where you want him, and he glances up at you, lips quirked up into a grin. "I promised to take care of you, and I'm going to."
"I know."
He doesn't respond, just gives you another grin before he slides his body down yours, nestling himself in between your legs. You've never had someone that close to that part of you before, the closest being a finger or two, and when Noah's tugging at the band of your underwear you have to look anywhere but him. Your hips rise off the bed, and you let him drag them down your legs, almost achingly slow, and your eyes lock onto the ceiling.
You're bare in front of him and just knowing that has your chest tightening, your throat closing up. Your fingers move back to the sheets beneath you, and you grip them tightly, squirming when you feel Noah's fingers drag up your thigh. You feel him shift, finger dragging closer and closer to your center, and then the brush of his lips against your inner thigh. You squeak.
“It’s okay.” He murmurs, so low you barely catch it. “Have you ever been fingered before?”
You nod, stiff and quick. “Mhm. Felt weird.”
“Probably because you were so tense.” Another quick kiss was pressed to the inside of your thigh. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.”
He starts off slow, a long, slender, tattooed finger sliding up and down your slit before he gently prods at your entrance. You suck in a breath when you feel him push in, body stiffening again. You've been fingered before, you're not that inexperienced, but it's always been uncomfortable. Not enjoyable. Noah senses your unease and presses a kiss to your hip, his free hand rubbing your thigh.
"Need you to relax, baby." His voice is muffled by your hip and the word baby has your entire body flushing. "It'll feel good when you do."
"How do I do that?" You whine out, fingers gripping the sheets. He pushes forward again, his finger now fully inside you. It feels... foreign. 
"Stop thinking so much." He lifts his head up and you sneak a glance down at him, his eyes blown wide, and lips pursed in a slight pout. "Think of something that relaxes you, because you're way too stiff right now."
You toss your head back against the pillow, huffing out, and Noah laughs softly to himself and scatters a few more kisses against your skin. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, body almost instantly melting into the mattress. 
"Keep doing that."
"Kissing you?" He mumbles, lips brushing over your hips again. You nod.
"Yes. Please."
"Atta girl," He mumbles, almost to himself when he pumps his finger inside of you, finally relaxing around him to make the action much easier than before. "I got you."
This goes on for a few minutes - soft, delicate kisses being placed along your skin as he worked a finger inside of you. As time went on, the odd and almost painful stretch from before became... pleasurable. You don't even notice the tiny noises slipping from your lips and your hips slowly rocking down to meet his finger.
"You think you can take another?"
You nod. A second finger slips in, and the stretch has you keening, back arching slightly off the bed. It wasn’t terrible, though. No, it felt good. So much better than your previous experiences. You clench around his fingers, and you hear Noah groan quietly, face pressing against the inside of your thigh to muffle the noise.
“Fuck.” You curse out when he picks his movements up, fingers now scissoring in and out of you.
“Feel good?” Noah sounds strained, like he’s trying to hold himself together even though you’re the one experiencing all the pleasure. You nod.
“Really fucking good.” You choke out, hips bucking down to meet his fingers. “Green. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby.” Noah mutters, not once letting up. “Doing so well for me.”
You practically purr at his words, your body warming up and feeling the fly all over. You’ve always been one to love a good bit of praise, and hearing it come from Noah was something you’d never imagined enjoying so much. A surprised gasp leaves you when you feel his thumb press against your clit, applying pressure while his fingers continued.
"You've ever been ate out before?"
Noah's words pull you away from the cloud you were just on, the pleasure coursing through your body. You whine, shifting your hips down to meet his fingers again but he stills his movements.
"No." You whimper. 
You wiggle your hips down to get some kind of friction, the heat that was beginning to pool in your tummy slowly slipping away. You hear Noah groan below you and he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, gently biting down on the soft plush of skin there.
"Can I be the first?" He breathes out, lips dancing across your skin. "Please. I'll make you feel so fucking good, I promise."
“Yeah,” You nod quickly, hips rolling down to gain some kind of friction again. “Please, just do something.”
That’s enough for him, diving headfirst between your thighs.
Noah leaves no mercy, his lips wrapping around your now swollen clit as his fingers begin moving inside you again. The feeling of his tongue wet and heavy against you and his long fingers pumping in and out of you has your eyes crossing, stars dancing around the edges of your gaze. You can't help but let another moan slip, hips bucking wildly. You feel Noah moan against you, angling his fingers up to press against something inside of you that's pulling an unexpected noise out of you, something mixed with a cry and a moan. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this before with another person.
The heat pooling in your returns much quicker than you thought and you feel yourself clench around his fingers, hips moving on their own accord. Noah moans again, tongue moving against you, and you swear you feel shifting at the end of the bed. You take a chance to glance down at Noah, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You have to bite down on your bottom lip to hold in any noises and watch as Noah ruts his hips against the bed.
You’d never seen anything so insanely attractive before – Noah’s mouth working against you like a starved man and getting off on it to the point that he has to grind against the bed to get some kind of release. It’s enough to push you over the ledge, the heat in your stomach snapping and your cunt clenching around his fingers. You cry out, falling back onto the bed as your eyes squeeze shut. You’d experience orgasms before, but this was your first with another person, and it was probably the best damn orgasm you’ve ever had.
Noah doesn’t let up until you’re practically shaking, reaching down to curl your fingers into his hair and physically push him away. He laughs, light and airy, and turns his head to press a quick kiss to the side of your thigh before finally sitting up. You stare up at him with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath he took. You feel your heart pounding against your chest, ringing loudly in your ears as the realization of what just happened settles into your bones.
Noah just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.
Your cheeks flush with color and before you could reach up and hide your face from him, he’s leaning down, hovering over you. You suck in a deep breath.
“Was that okay?” He questions softly, but you can hear the slight shake in his voice, and the look in his eyes was anything but soft.
You nod. “Better than okay.”
“Yeah?”
You watch a smile spread across his lips and find it hard to look anywhere but there, so you don’t, and you give him another nod.
“Do you wanna keep going?” He leans further down until your noses are barely touching and you’re doing everything in your power to pull him down and kiss the absolute fuck out of him.
You nod again, swallowing harshly. “Yes, please.”
He doesn’t say anything, just hums out a quiet noise of approval while brushing his nose against yours. You can’t stop yourself from smiling at the soft gesture while he sits up from the bed. You watch with hooded eyes as he pulls his shirt over his eyes and you let your gaze trail over him, not trying to hide the fact that you were indeed checking him out. You lived with him so of course you’ve seen him shirtless countless of times before, but now it was different. Much more intimate.
You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth as he’s pushing both his sweatpants and boxers down, crawling back towards you. You sit up and finally pull your shirt off as well, tossing it to the ground before lying back down, watching Noah reach over for the condom he had brought in with him, and you swallow down the nerves that were beginning to rise.
It’s now or never.
You meet his gaze again and the look he’s giving you, like he wants to devour you has a fire setting off inside of you. Your eyes drop to his achingly hard cock, watching as he rolls the condom on, and you squirm underneath him, fingers gripping the sheets below you. He grips his cock, long fingers wrapping around his length and your mouth practically waters at the sight.
You realize in that moment you’ve never wanted someone more than you do now, and that is definitely something you’ll have to unpack later. Right now, though, all you can think about is the way his slides the tip along your slit, teasing your entrance before pressing into your now sensitive clit. You whimper, hips wiggling down and Noah chuckles above you.
“Remember, red is for stop, yellow is for slow down, and green is for keep going. Okay?”
It takes you a minute to register his words, too focused on the way he looks above you, and you give a shallow nod. “Okay.”
“Good.”
Noah hikes your legs up around his waist and you circle them around him, unintentionally pulling him closer to you. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance at that and you suck in a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. He takes his time slipping in, going as slowly as he could, and you whine quietly, face scrunching up at the feeling. It was different than his fingers, much bigger, the stretch almost uncomfortable and not the same pleasurable feeling you had just moments before. You feel his body lean over yours when he finally presses in all the way, nose brushing against yours again.
“Look at me.”
You do, eyes opening to stare up at him. His voice sounded strained again, like he was holding himself back for you, and the look in his eyes has you melting into the bed. You stare up at him with wide eyes, not sure what to say, and he gives an experimental roll of his hips. You whine again, the stretch as his slide in and out of you has your back arching off the bed.
“Is this okay? Talk to me, baby.”
You give a small nod, another noise falling from your lips. “It’s okay, just… I’m yellow right now. Go slow, please.”
Noah let’s out a breath like he had been holding it and gave you a nod, giving another small roll of his hips before stilling inside of you. You have to shut your eyes because the way Noah was staring at you was almost too much, your chest feeling like a brick had been sat on it. You can’t believe that you were doing this, finally, and with your best friend no less.
He rests his arms on either side of you, leaning down to nose as your cheek before dipping his head down to press a few kisses against your neck. He nuzzled himself against you, letting one of his hands come down to rest against your hip, gently rubbing soothing circles against your skin.
“You’re already doing so good for me,” You hear him whisper, pressing another kiss to your neck. “Color?”
You flush, keening at his words and your back arches off the bed on its own, causing your hips to shift down and you fee his cock slide further inside of you. The head presses against that spot inside of you again and you let out an unexpected moan, pleasure finally sleeping through your veins. You clench around him, hips shifting down again, and he presses his face against your neck as a groan leaves him.
“Shit.” You breath out, hands coming up to card through his hair. “Green. I’m so fucking green.”
With another groan, Noah rolls his hips against yours and you moan again, eyes rolling back. The stretch of his cock no longer felt uncomfortable, pleasure coursing through you with each slow thrust Noah gives you. His lips never leave your skin, licking and biting at your neck with each roll of his hips.
He pulls back to press his forehead against yours, eyes boring into your own and you squeeze yours shut. Another moan leaves you as he gives a rather hard thrust, your fingers gripping the ends of his hair and tugging. He whimpers at the feeling and you tug again, wanting to hear those sounds fall from his lips more, and his movements speed up.
The heat you had felt in the pit of your tummy earlier was beginning to form again, warmth spreading through your chest. You open your eyes again just at the moment when Noah’s hand left your hip to slide in between both your bodies, rough fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth drops open, a loud moan escaping you. The feeling of his fingers rubbing against your clit as his cock slides in and out of you was enough to make your head spin.
“You like that, baby?” He breathes out, lips dangerously close to your own. You nod quickly, whining out instead of answering properly. “Come on, you know I need words.”
“Fuck.” You choke out, a mix of a cry and a moan leaving you. “Feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”
This spurs him on, another whimper slipping from his lips as his hips snap into your own, pace picking up. You clench around his cock, the tip hitting the spot inside of you over and over again. His fingers never let up against your clit either, matching the pace his thrusts and you swear you feel dizzy, eyes rolling back. You’ve never felt like this before, and you think you prefer his cock inside of you over his fingers, the feeling unbeatable.
Your mind races just at the thought of Noah doing this for you, making you feel like this, wanting to take care of you, and your throat tightens for some reason. Something from deep inside your chest twists and you get the overwhelmingly need to be as close as possible to Noah, your fingers gripping the ends of his hair again.
“Noah.” You whimper out, eyes burning with unexpected tears.
“What is it, baby?” He grits out, eyes never leaving yours. His gaze softens when he notices your eyes watering, hips stuttering for a moment. “Are you okay? Tell me a color.”
You nod quickly, head knocking against his gently, and your hands drop from his hair to wrap around your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you.
“Yes, fuck. Green.” You moan, trying to swallow down the lump that had formed in your throat. “Just feels so fucking good. You make me feel so good, Noah.”
Your words just start pouring out, slurring together almost like you’re drunk, and your cunt clenches around him again. You’re close, so fucking close, you can feel it, and so can Noah.
“Yeah?” He whispers, lips brushing against your own. Your back arches as you give him another nod. “God, you feel so fucking good on my cock, baby. Everything I ever dreamed of.”
His fingers against your clit speed up, and you let out a choked moan at the feeling of the heat in your stomach snapping. The combination of his words and his thrusts, plus the pressure against your clit, has your orgasm hitting you at full force. You’re not sure what kind of noise leaves you, something primal pulling itself from your chest as your vision blurred again. You feel like your body was sent to heaven and back, the most euphoric feeling coursing itself through your veins as your orgasm washed over you.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit.”
You hear Noah groan from above you as he fucked you through your orgasm. You don’t know what comes over you in that moment, but staring up at Noah as he chases his son release, you don’t think you’ve ever seen something so beautiful. Without thinking, you pull him down to you, lips sliding over his sloppily as he continued to fuck into you. A surprised noise leaves him, muffled by your lips, and with one last thrust you feel him still inside of you, spilling his release into the condom.
Silence follows after that, nothing but the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breath filling the room. Noah’s face is buried in the crook of your neck and your arms are still tightly wrapped around him, holding his body against yours. That overwhelming feeling in your chest seems to return, but you can’t even fully think about it, your mind too hazy. You feel exhausted, limbs feeling like mush after two mind blowing orgasms, that you barley even register Noah pulling himself up and out of you slowly.
You watch with hooded eyes that are becoming too hard to even keep open as Noah crawls off the bed, sliding the condom off and throwing it away, searching your room for his boxers before slipping them on. It’s a blur after that, Noah looking for the cloth he had brought in, probably to clean you off, and you barely remember him getting back on the bed, slowly pulling you up to slip clean clothes on your body.
Your back meets the bed again as you flop back down, curling yourself into your bed. It’s never felt comfier, you think, as you feel Noah curl up behind you, pulling your blankets over both of your bodies. His arm feels heavy over your waist, and his lips leave a burning feeling against the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss there.
The last thing you remember is your fingers curling around your hand that rests against your stomach, whispering out, “Thank you,” as sleep finally overtakes you.
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hellraiser (part II)
PAIRING: drew starkey x co-star!actress!reader
SUMMARY: an instagram blurb about drew and his co-star y/n and dating allegations
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In Deep Water
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The laughter gets louder as the source of it shows itself aboard the black hellion, the fog makes way like a curtain opening to start a performance.
Hobie's grip is tight, fingers weaved around your arm, bruisingly strong. Your nails dig into his flesh as the uniformed man tilts his head to look at you, his toothy yellowing grin thrown in your direction. His powdered white wig flutters in the breeze, medals glinting off the single lamp on the bow, hands resting on the pommel of his pristine sword. The angelic figure head is a stark contrast to the devil sneering down.
The blackened wood of his ship groans as it continues to break a part of the revenge. The sails unfurled behind him, blue wings fluttering in the wind.
The angel of death has come.
“Look at what we have here.” He clicks his tongue, eyes boring a hole through your skulls, he narrows them into slits, and like a snake, he slithers as close as he can, tethering close to the edge. There's a flash of emotion in his eyes, snarling, the navy man chuckles, the mere sound makes you want to cower. “Hello little birdy, now how far did you fly to get where you are now?”
Hobie clenches his jaw, stepping over to hide you from his view. His hand never leaves yours, the dull ache from his hold says that this isn't just a nightmare.
You want to wake up even if it means losing his hold on you.
“Oh where are my manners? Mummy would whip me if she ever knew I didn't introduce myself to a lady.”
Hobie shifts his weight, ready to pounce if need be. You grab his shirt, making sure he doesn't do anything drastic. Subtly flicking your eyes to the side, you see the crew do the same. They look at you with fear in their eyes, the hunter’s gazes illuminating their contorted faces.
You can't help but let out a shuddering breath, the sound echoing around the open waters, hoping to get your cry for help to somebody who can do something, anything to get you and everyone out to safety.
“My name's Captain Mathias Bradshaw.” He drawls, thin lips curling into a smirk. “This here is my little merry band of sailors who has a bone to pick with—” pointing at Hobie with his thick finger, white cosmetic smeared on his palms. “Him. The red hydra. I forgot to greet you yet, long time no see you rapscallion.”
You hear Hobie's shallow breathing. Grey eyes thundering, a storm brewing, lightning flowing through his veins. The only reason why he doesn't let himself loose on Mathias is your touch.
“You see here, sweetheart,” The man addresses you and you only. “For the past three years your so-called captain and I have had a bit of a tiff.” He chuckles coldly. “A rivalry of sorts.” He pauses, looking over his shoulder. “Is it still a rivalry if you're leagues above your rival?”
“No, sir.” A gruff voice says, hidden behind the mist.
Mathias turns back around. “Well, we got our answer then.”
Hobie sneakily murmurs to you. “Hide—”
“I'm not done talking!” The sudden outburst makes you jump in your skin.
“You should've been done with your senseless dialogue a long time ago.” Hobie straightens his posture, head held high, a picture of a pirate captain. “Come down here and fight like a fuckin' man, show me your flames and I'll show mine.”
The man scoffs, amusement in his green eyes. “Flames? Yours is barely a spark.”
Hobie scoffs. “Let's be done with it then. Get the closure we both want, fight me in single combat.” Mathias knits his brows, Hobie smirks. “No? Thought you were a gentleman, where's your fuckin' honour?”
A booming laugh replaces Mathias’ scowl. “I guess it died with your little red hair—”
Hobie lets go of you, drawing his gun, pointing it directly at the monster's head. The crew takes this as their cue, doing the same, pointing their weapons towards the men surrounding them.
There's hunger in his eyes, beneath the swirling grey there's a hunger waiting to be fed.
The enemy ships don't even aim their cannons at the revenge, instead they float still in the water, unmoving, the men aboard their ships smirk in your direction like you're being served to them on a silver platter. It's then you notice the sons of the sea’s ship is no more. They took the brunt of the hellion’s collision.
No longer their sails fly, their crow's nest and pieces of wood lay floating in dark waters.
Left behind, slowly drowning in the depths.
You feel droplets sliding on your cheeks, for a second you thought it's your tears. And then more and more of it comes pouring down, splashing on the wooden floorboards.
Thunder booms from a distance, lightning flashes in the sky, lighting everyone's scornful faces.
A few of Karl's men stand with Hobie, clutching their injuries. You don't see Robbie, his lack of presence makes you glare at the sneering men.
“Say her fuckin’ name.” Hobie says through gritted teeth. “After what you did— Say her name.”
“Eh.” Mathias shrugs, “I forgot.” the laughter of his men echoes in the mist.
“You fucker—!” Hobie's hand shakes despite this, he draws the golden gun, aiming it at the navy man whose smirk gets wider.
“I recognize that little blunderbuss.” He chuckles, wiggling his pointing finger, “She pointed that at my head too, you'll be unsuccessful just like she was.”
It takes every fiber inside Hobie to not just shoot and face the consequences later. But he's surrounded, his crew is surrounded, they have no chance of escaping death if he shoots. The only option he has is through single combat and to appeal to the man's ego. He's hoping the idea works.
One look over his shoulder, one glance at your trembling face and he's back to that day, the day MJ was lost. He prays that this day doesn't end the same way three years ago.
“Little dove,” Mathias’ devilish eyes roam over your trembling body. “Look at you,” he chuckles lowly, “I'd say dear ol' Hobie here got an upgrade just because this one's got her head still glued on her neck!”
Hobie almost shoots him until someone from his crew screams, their voice full of malice, venom dripping with every utterance.
“Fuck you!” Gwen exclaims, “Don't you have any honour? She's dead and you're still spitting on her watery grave! After everything you've put her through!”
“Ah! Gwen Stacy, the ballerina turned pirate. How you doin', miss Stacy? I heard your father's still down in the stables, trying to repay his debt to the crown.” he rags her on, scoffing.
“You're still defending her? She's a traitor, a navy spy. The greatest one we've ever had in fact. Her only downfall is loving a bunch of…” he sucks in his teeth, trying to find the word. “Thieves like you. Love got her head cut off and love will be your ruin too.” Flicking his eyes to you, he observes everyone's faces after his tirade.
Hobie steps between Gwen and Mathias, his guns still raised, eyes brimming with the anger of a forsaken God. Yet he remains calm, clearing his throat, standing tall.
“Mathias Bradshaw, I challenge you to single combat, a duel. I win, you let us go. You win and you get to take us all back to the capital.” Hobie's voice booms louder than the thunder above. Lightning strikes near, the water sizzles at the contact. “I know a man of your stature can't say no.”
The man in the uniform guffaws loudly, broad shoulders shaking. “Oh that's hilarious, you think you'd win against me, little pirate? Hmm?”
“Yes.” Hobie doesn't miss a beat.
Mathias smiles, “I guess this one's less messy than what I was planning. Name your terms.”
“Guns only, five bullets. You get shot three times you lose.”
“I'll add a tiny thing to your wager.” The navy man looks over to your direction, pointing his crooked finger at you. “Same terms but I get to keep your little bird.”
Hobie turns to you, wide eyes staring back at you. “No—” He's already shaking his head before you speak up.
“Deal!” You roar above the thunder storm, deciding your own fate. The rain is getting heavier, drenching your terrified self. “The captain will take your terms as long as you honour it.” Nodding to Hobie, he holsters his weapon away from you.
Mathias cackles in the background.
Gently holding on to your arm, you already know what he'll say.
“Don't. Do you know what you just agreed to?”
“I do,” you stare at his raging eyes but they're tender when he looks at you. “I know you can take him, I trust you.” Taking his hand away from your arm, you squeeze him once before pulling him towards you. “Don't play fair, because he won't.” you whisper. “Fucking obliterate him, for MJ.”
Hobie takes you in like it's the last thing he'll ever do. He imprints your touch in his mind, wanting to remember the softness of it when the bullets get too much for him to bear.
He nods slowly, still unsure of your decision. If you trust him enough to sell your soul then he'll fight to the death so you don't have to.
With one last look at you, he turns around, facing up to the man he loathes the most, wanting to just strangle him with his bare hands. Maybe he'll do just that.
For the crew.
Mathias takes his blue coat off, grinning the entire time.
For MJ.
He grabs on to a rope, rappelling off the black hellion, landing in a thunderous impact on the deck.
For you.
Now that he's leveled with your gaze, he's a lot smaller down on the deck, stout with a round belly, face painted with white lead that's currently melting in the downpour. Hobie's taller and slimmer but he makes up for it in his agility and speed. You've seen him fight but Mathias' form could be compared to Finn's build, all muscle and strength hidden behind his uniform.
You're glad this was a duel of pistols if it was any other fight Hobie could be in trouble.
A few of his men do the same, jumping off the hellion while the ones on the smaller ships stay on board but keeping their eyes peeled.
Surrounding the bloodsail pirates, the hands of Mathias' men never leave the pommels of their rapiers. Hobie clenches his jaw, now standing before the king's flame, he can't help but gaze behind the man, back to you and his crew.
Gwen goes to your side, lacing her trembling fingers through yours, Pav sidles behind you, clutching the back of your vest. Miles stands next to Gwen, holding her other hand. You see them look at eachother with a knowing glance and glimmering eyes.
Your eyes meet Hobie's, you give him a nod, eyes full of fury, and trembling lips. You mouth a ‘Bleed him dry’.
The simple act of Hobie smiling at you, makes you tear up. It's the same one he gives you after you patch him up, it's the same one when he handed you the hot chocolate. It's the same smile that makes your heart flutter in your chest.
You're afraid as you part with the crowd to the side of the duelists, lest you get caught in the crossfire. As the one in front, you get a good look at the enemy on the other side, all lined up perfectly like the obedient soldier men that they are. You roam your eyes to their faces, wondering how they could obey a man like Mathias.
You assume the uniformed man walking towards the duelists is Mathias' right hand man. Left eye covered in an eye patch, his hazel eyes observe you. He's carrying a large wooden box, pristine and smooth at the edges with golden locks and embellishments. He opens it with a creak, rain water landing on the wood and soaking the velvet inside.
“You're the challenger, you get the first pick.” Mathias gestures towards Hobie, all smiles like he's not about to meet the end of a bullet.
You stand on your tippy toes to take a peek inside. There are two dueling pistols, flintlocks. One white as fresh snow, one is black like the hellion.
Hobie takes his pick, pocketing what you assume is the five bullets. The black gun in his hand shines when a lightning strikes the mast of the hellion. You hear splintering wood in the distance.
He steps back in place, measuring the metal’s weight in his hand.
“Good choice.” Mathias eyes down the gun. “Death has touched that one.”
Hobie glares, baring his teeth. If only that was enough to kill the man before him.
Mathias takes the remaining gun, wiggling it in his hand. “You ready, little pirate?”
Hobie doesn't show an ounce of fear. “You're going to die today.”
“How confident, confidence alone won't help you aim straight.”
Your entire body shakes whilst they stand back to back, guns raised on their sides. They walk slowly, counting their steps.
The pouring rain doesn't help, raindrops obscuring your vision, the cold mixing in with the ice in your veins.
With every step Hobie takes,
Five
with every hit of his boots on the floorboards,
Four
your heart tries to escape,
Three
pulse hammering,
Two
threatening to give out. Afraid of what's to come. No one else dares to make a sound.
One
Standing end to end on the dock, they turn around swiftly.
After a beat, the man with the box yells. “Fire!”
Bang!
The sound echoes out in the dark, above all the rain and thunder.
Hobie hits his mark, Mathias groans, clutching his dominant shoulder. Smoke bellows out of their guns, dissolving into the rain.
Your words are repeating in Hobie's head ‘Don't play fair’ you say, then he won't play fair.
He notices his bleeding arm, looking down he sees the bullet nicked his skin, leaving an angry gash in its wake. The wood behind him gets the brunt of the bullet, the metal embedding inside, splintering a gaping hole.
You jump when Mathias laughs along the thunder. More and more lightning pierces the sky. You can taste iron in your mouth, not realizing the pain from biting the inside of your cheeks.
They reload, Mathias’ man observing with his watchful eye, making sure they both adhere to the rules; but you highly doubt he's doing it for fairness sake.
Metallic clanking, gunpowder clinking against steel, Mathias' voice enters the fray to your dismay.
“You know, you were too easy to fool.” He starts, finishing up his reload. “You never asked why I left my lieutenant in your hands and why was it so damn easy for you to get my travel documents.” Smiling, the lead on his face melts further, dripping on the floorboards, the white paint mixing in with his blood. “Just like I said, love will be your downfall.”
Hobie doesn't have enough time to squabble, instead he would let his aim talk for him.
“Twenty paces!” The eye patch man yells again.
Hobie and Mathias move forwards, getting closer and closer to each other. You want to put a stop to the duel, but you have to trust Hobie that he'll make it, that he'll win. He has to.
You dare not blink.
“Fire!”
Bang!
Hobie almost keels over, his shoulder heavily bleeds, trembling hand holding his flesh together. You see him smile underneath the pain, following his gaze, Mathias clutches his shooting hand, groaning and hissing. It looks like Hobie shot a hole right in the man's hand. The white gun lays on the bloodied floor, discarded.
Gwen's hold on you tightens, you can hear Pavitr sob quietly.
You catch Hobie's eyes. There's hope in the swirling grey, nodding, you encourage him, mouthing an ‘end it’. He seems to understand, straightening his stance, he reloads the gun as best as he can with an injured shoulder.
Mathias wheezes out a strained laugh. “I gotta hand it to you, your aim is pretty good.” He stands, grabbing his gun on the way up with his uninjured hand. “No matter how amazing your aim is, you're still bloody blind!” He screams, spit flying out of his mouth.
“My two bullets that's in you say otherwise.” Hobie tilts his head mockingly.
“No, no, no.” Mathias clicks his tongue, waving the gun wildly. “You still don't get it do you? You're not asking questions, letting everything fall into your lap, thinking God's on your side on your little revenge quest. But he's not,” he chuckles. “Sacrificing my lieutenant was the best decision I've ever made, especially knowing the fucker can absolutely sing. Loose lips sink ships, little pirate. Do remember that. Especially since you didn't seem to learn from it last time.”
Hobie's face falls, dread filling his chest.
“Bribing the governor to plant my travel documents and telling him to go unwind in a brothel for a couple of days was well worth my coin.” Mathias stretches his shoulder, reloading his pistol with bloodied hands.
He continues. “The two idiots at the gates were…well idiots, I barely had to do anything to them. The lock was a false security to make you sweat a little bit.” The king's flame proves himself. “You're blind. You've focused so much on taking me down that you didn't notice the little details. It's either that or you're also deaf, preferring not to hear your crew's concerns.”
“Not a very good attribute for a supposed captain.” he shrugs, he says his words mockingly.
“Fuck you!” Hobie aims directly at his rival's head.
It's all his fault, everything that led up to this point is his fault.
The gun trembles in his hold. Mathias looks pleased, smiling at Hobie.
“You know the rules.” Mathias sucks in his teeth. “Don't fire until lieutenant Dubois says so or I win and I get your little bird.” he looks over at you. “Oh we're gonna have so much fun together, every night, every day.” His laughter makes you want to grab the nearest knife and shove it down his throat.
You don't back down from his disgusting gaze. “If he doesn't kill you, I will.” Pavitr tries to hold you back. “And it won't be quick.” your voice shakes from sheer anger.
“I look forward to it, duchess.” Mathias spares you one last glance.
You don't notice how Hobie looks angrier than he did, he's clearly holding back. His glare alone could burn a hole through Mathias' skull. Yet he stands tall, getting a second wind; he's gonna shoot a hole in his skull instead.
His head goes a hundred knots per hour, thinking of all the what ifs. What if he just listened, what if he didn't let her stay, what if, what if, what if, the words are tattooed in his mind, clawing and biting at his psyche.
“Ten paces!”
They walk in sync, closer to each other more than ever. Pausing in place, they stare each other down, Mathias' smile never leaving his lips. Hobie's scowl gets deeper with every second that passes.
“Fire—!”
“Fuck this.” Mathias lunges in surprise, grappling Hobie.
Hobie doesn't get a chance to dodge, his gun clattering on the floor as the heavier man tackles him to the ground. The wet floors make it hard for Hobie to find leverage against Mathias who's currently choking him with his large arm.
Chaos ensues, everyone breaks the line, unsheathing their weapons, fighting, steel and skin clashing. Pistols going off left and right, but your main focus is on the two men writhing on the floor.
You hear Hobie choke so you run faster, taking a fallen dagger from a corpse, you quickly dodge people, determined to save Hobie.
“This is what happens when you let your feelings decide for you!” Mathias yells above the mayhem.
Finally making it close to them, in one swift movement, you stab Mathias on his back, crimson ebbs on his white shirt like spiderwebs. He screams, letting go of Hobie.
You don't spare him a glance as you take Hobie by his arm, dragging him below deck. Shutting the doors closed, Mathias bids you farewell with one last cackling.
Guiding him through the corridors, you hope the winding hallways help make it harder for the enemies to find you.
“Y/N.” He wheezes out.
“Don't fucking talk.” Your feet brings you to the galley. Sitting him down, he plops like a fish on the chair, head lolling to the side.
Slapping his cheek, he wakes back up with a groan. “Actually, keep talking. Stay awake, please.”
Hobie nods, “I need to go back up, I can't leave them there.” He tries to stand but your hands stop him, making him sit back down.
“You can't help in this state. Let me treat you then you can go and help.” You look in his pained eyes. “Please, at least let me help with your shoulder.” your other hand fumbles to his back, searching for an exit wound. You already know the answer when you feel the hot crimson weeping out from the puncture left behind.
You plead with your eyes.
“Alright, do what you have to do. Make it quick.” he nods, you leave his side to light a fire in the hearth, laying a metal poker on top of the hot coals. “Can I tell you a story?”
“Whatever keeps you awake.” Taking out the first aid kit from your bag, you notice your hands tremble. They never shake when you're treating someone, with your back turned away from him, you swallow down a sob.
“There was this girl, she had red hair like one of those…” he sighs, injuries aching, throat throbbing. “Apples.”
You reach his side once again, trembling fingers dipping into the wound ointment. “You have a way with words.”
He grabs your shaking hands in his, “Are you alright?”
You pause in your frantic movements, blinking rapidly. “Y-you’re the one who's bleeding right now.”
“You're shaking.”
You twist your wrists away from his touch. “I'm alright, worry about yourself and your crew.”
“You're a part of my crew”
“Shut– just…” you exhale. “Continue your story.”
Hobie nods, eyes drooping. “She just one day showed up on the docks, asking for a place.” He inhales sharply. “I needed to fill the second ship so I agreed, I let her in. I shouldn't have done it.” His eyes well up but no tears fall. “I should've turned her away but she was determined, she had the skills to stay— can you give me somethin’ for the pain? A fuckin' rum or wine, anythin’”
“No alcohol, if you want to bleed out be my guest.” You hold a cloth above his wound, pressing down to stop the bleeding as much as you can.
“Fucker!” He stomps his foot, “you can be such a little shit sometimes you know?”
You can hear the struggle upstairs. Weirdly enough, there's no sound of cannons firing.
“I know—” the ship tilts suddenly, flinging you and Hobie brutally to the side. You do your best to shield his injured self, taking the brunt of the impact, back stinging from the wall.
He lands on top of you, arms on your side, face hidden on the crook of your neck. You can feel his staggered breathing on your skin.
Bottles and pans fly towards you two. Pushing him away, you guide each other to the corner of the room, huddled together, protected by the hearth.
“Shit!” Hobie protects your head with his hand when a pot flies towards you. The ship keeps turning and tossing the both of you until it finally straightens out, you can feel how fast its going by how wild the utensils are swinging.
“Someone got hold of the helm.” He whispers, his cool hand on your tender shoulder. “We're running.” Hobie doesn't say it with pride or dejection, he utters it with embarrassment.
“That's good,” you stand up, giving him a helping hand. “We can get out—”
The unmistakable sound of a cannonball whizzes past and the ship lunges harshly on the side again. You can hear frantic yells from above.
Hobie takes your hand, “I need to get up there.”
Helping him up, you nod. “And you will, let me close that wound off and give you something for the pain and we'll go back up there.”
“Y/N, you can't—”
“We will go up there.” the fire in your eyes makes him obey. “Sit down, I'll make this quick but not painless.”
He flops down, masking the pain with a grimace. Inhaling, he continues. “I let MJ in.”
You pause for a second before taking the metal poker. “Even after seeing all the bloody signs.” He sighs. “Maybe I am blind.”
You hold his face tenderly. “You were, but you still have a chance to change that. You can still help your crew. Make it right for their sake.”
He holds the back of your neck, kneading the skin with his bloodied fingers. “I don't regret letting you stay.”
You look at him apologetically. “You will after this.” Shoving the leather pot holder in his mouth, moving aside his clothes. “Inhale” you place the hot poker directly on his bullet wound, cauterizing the gaping hole.
It sizzles, Hobie holds on to your sides tightly, bunching up the fabric in his hands. Muffled screams eaten up by the leather in his mouth.
You move the rod away once it's done. Hobie's eyes roll in the back of his head. Slapping him lightly, he wakes back up.
“Stay awake, hey. Look at me.” He stares at you through half-lidded eyes. “There you are, captain.” You smile to reassure him. He gives you a tired nod. “Now for the exit wound.”
Hobie inhales, more than ready this time around. His skin is clammy, eyes red from the brimming tears. He clenches his entire body, determined to get it over with. Twisting around in his seat, he hopes the ship doesn't rock as you push the searing metal poker on the back of his shoulder.
With a muffled yell from him, you take the tool away, letting it cool down. Moving his head with your hand, you look at him apologetically.
“I'm sorry, if I warned you first you would've flinched.”
Hobie spits the leather out of his mouth, patting your cheek with his sweaty hand, he leaves it there, stroking your skin.
“I wouldn't have flinched.” He chuckles through the searing pain.
“Of course you wouldn't.” You hold his hand that's on top of your cheek. “You did good.”
He laughs, hand leaving your skin to hold your hand instead. “Not the first time I've felt fire.”
You smile, without thinking, you lay your forehead on his as more cannonballs fly around the revenge.
“You did good too.” He whispers. Eyes closed, he leans away. “Now get me something for the pain and let's get the bastard.”
You smile, nodding to him. Taking a bottle from your bag, you rub mint oil on his upper lip, igniting his nerves, keeping him awake.
“That's the only thing I have that could help. I can't give you alcohol.”
Hobie tentatively stands up, “Maybe after this then.” He groans, slightly limping. “‘m gonna need an entire crate of ‘em.” he thinks adrenaline is enough to keep him on his feet.
He faces you, a ghost of a smile on his pained face. Hobie bends at the waist, you scramble to help him but he refuses with his hand raising to stop you. Taking something from inside his boot, he grabs a shiny and slender thing.
“Here.” Hobie hands a silver dagger to you, intricate carvings of a turtle and a sea snake looping around the glimmering handle. “Somethin’ to defend yourself.”
“Are you sure? It looks—”
“I don't mind givin’ it to you.” He closes your hand around the hilt. “Make sure this one hits his neck this time.”
“I will.” Your eyes fill with determination, adrenaline still coursing through you.
He wobbles towards the door, sparing you a smile on the way.
“Hobie,” you call after him. “Continue your story after this?”
“Only if you tell me yours.” He looks over his shoulder, giving you the same smile he always has.
You scoff with a small smile, “Maybe I will.”
“Let's fuckin’ go and be pirates then.”
Getting up the deck was tedious work with all the rocking and shifting from the ship and the wild waves, add that with all the cannon balls whizzing past, it was like riding an angry bull. Meeting halfway with Karl on the way there made it easier, filling your chest with hope.
“Where's Robbie?!” He frantically yells, forehead bleeding, hands gripping Hobie's vest.
“I-I don't know.” Karl's face falls. “But we'll find him, I know he got out.”
“Got out from what?” His voice trembles, “what happened, Hobie?”
Hobie holds his friend’s wrist, “I'm sorry.” Karl weeps. “Go find Robbie and your crew.” He shakes his head. “And get the hell out of here, he's after me not you.”
Karl's eyes fill with tears, flicking towards you who look on with sad eyes. “What about you and the others?”
“We'll find a way out. We always do, remember?” Hobie reassures him with a smile. “Take one of my dinghies, and row the hell out of here.” he takes Karl's hands away from his vest. “We'll see you back at the old place, yeah?”
“You fucking better, Hobart or I'll drown you myself.” Karl takes your hand briefly, nodding. “I hope I see you again, doc.”
“Me too, captain. Find Robbie.”
You part ways with Karl, praying that he finds Robbie and what remains of his men.
“Ready, trouble?” Hobie gets your attention by brushing his pinky against the back of your hand.
“I'm right behind you.”
It's war.
The moment Hobie opened the door to the deck you smell petrichor and blood in the air.
You get a glimpse of the battle before he could shut the doors. Bodies, both pirates and navy alike lay motionless on the floor. The sound of thunder mixes in with the pained yells, flashes of lightning illuminates the night sky and you see the faces of the dead clearly.
Two-fingers lay face first on the deck, arms bent at an angle, blood pooling from his head. Through the smoke and splintered wood, Foul screams when a sword plunges through his heart, silencing him immediately. Danny takes a bullet for Finn who promptly avenges him with his cutlass, swiftly separating the man's head from his body.
One face you were hoping was among the dead was missing. Mathias isn't on board.
Something flashes in his eyes when he looks at you. Grabbing your arm, he leans in, your heart stops.
Hobie moves past your head to press his forehead on your shoulder. Bathing in your presence, hand squeezing your skin
“Hobie?”
He smiles, moving his hand up to cup your jaw. Chuckling, he cleans his dried blood off your cheek with his thumb. “Do me a favour, Scuttlebutt?”
“What is it? We need to get up there!”
Hobie ignores you, leaning away. “Survive for me would you? Live, find your family. Promise me.” He sniffs, eyes glinting.
“What?”
“Just promise me, trouble.” He shakes you.
“Alright I promise. Can we—”
“I'm sorry.”
“What—?” Hobie pushes you hard, you fall off the steps, landing on your behind, he exits without looking back, shutting the doors closed. “What the fuck?!”
You rattle the doorknob but it's no use, he locked it on the outside. Frustrated, you try to kick in the door, hurting yourself from the hard wood.
“Fuck! Hobie!” You bang the door, peeking through the keyhole you see carnage as Hobie makes quick work of the remaining men. “Let me help!”
The sound of cannon balls going off almost deafens your eardrums. If only you had your lockpick you could open it.
Your lockpick.
It's a stretch but you still run towards your cabin, feet thudding loudly, echoing around the hallways that you've memorized.
You feel relieved after seeing your door. Shouldering it open, you frantically search for the metal on the shelves. The tip of it scratches your hand but you don't care, already bolting off towards the exit. Running off with your bag tied around you, hoping the medical kit inside is enough to treat the wounded, you hold the lockpick in your hand while you run.
Your hope dwindles with every cannon hitting the ship.
Doors whizz past, ankle stinging, the sounds of screams and gunfire makes you sprint faster.
You don't notice the blood soaked hulking man leaving Hobie's cabin.
Running into him, you stagger, tumbling down, heart falling into your stomach as he looks down at you through his nose.
“Hello there.”
Scrambling to get to your feet, you slide under his legs, stabbing his achilles heel with your lockpick. The man screams in agony, you take the opportunity to sprint like you've never ran before. You'd take running away from O’hara any day.
Your lungs scream for you to stop, but you go on as you hear thundering stomping behind you.
There's no exit and you can't run forever.
The metallic click rings behind you, rounding the corner, you barely dodge the bullet aimed at you, nicking your hip.
“Shit!” You almost fall yet you continue on, entering the library, you shut the doors behind you, locking it swiftly.
Lifting your hand away, the sight of your own blood turns your fear into fury. With your trembling hands, you unsheathe the dagger from your belt.
You have a promise to keep, and you never break a promise.
Hiding behind the armchair you always sat on, you crouch down, gripping the dagger, ready to strike like a viper in the sand.
You look back on what she taught you, “Strike fast and hit hard. Don't give them a chance to get back up.” her voice whispers it to you and you intend to follow it.
The door bursts open, splintering the wood to a thousand pieces.
“The captain wants you alive, little birdy. This doesn't have to hurt if you just come with me, eh?” You hear him chuckle lowly, blatantly lying to you.
His heavy footsteps thud closer.
You use the shadows as your guide, the oil lamp left open on the corner table does the work. For once you thank Gwen for forgetting to close the light.
“I can help with your wound. Glue your wings back together again” he whistles. “The red hydra can't help you with that but I can. I'm a surgeon you see.” Getting closer and closer, you time your strike right.
You come out of your hiding place with a battle cry. Still crouches down, “I highly doubt that!” Slicing his tendons in one quick movement. The second he falls to his knees, you stab him in the neck.
Stepping back, he chokes in his own blood. With wide eyes you flinch when he stands, seemingly unaffected but his shaking pupils say otherwise. With a garbled noise from your assailant, he reaches for you.
“What the fuck?!”
With a split second decision, you dodge his hands, moving backwards, throwing books from the shelves which bounce almost harmlessly on his head and body.
There's a loud thrumming sound outside, its warbling is almost mechanical but definitely something an animal could've made.
He heard it too, pausing in his movement for a second before he lunged towards you. With a scream, your back against the corner, he jumps you.
Your head hits the wall in an ugly crunch, seeing stars, sliding down the wall, landing on the floor, he chokes you with his bare hands. Indistinct noises escape from his mouth, your dagger nowhere to be found in his throat. His entire body hides anything in front of you, drowning your vision, filling it with your murderer. His blood drips down on your face, almost drowning you in it.
You know he's running on fumes but based on your vision fading, lungs gasping for air, you think you'd go out first before him.
Hands grazing something metallic on the floor next to you, you inch your fingers towards it. Finally finding your grip, you smack it on his head.
You've got a promise to keep after all.
He yells, the oil from the lamp spreading on his skin and clothes, engulfing him in flames.
You frantically roll away, killing the fire clinging to your clothes until there's nothing left but burned cloth.
The flames light up the entire room in orange and reds, the paper around him helps feed the fire as he tries to desperately put it out.
There's that thrumming again.
You watch on, holding your tender neck. Your face is flat, eyes reflecting the fire that's quickly eating at the man. Fabric burns on his flesh, flesh turns into charred muscle, the fire eats at that too until he falls, silence hanging in the room except for the fire cackling, ashes and flames surrounding his corpse.
You stand up, ratty shoes stepping over fire to grab the fallen dagger with a thick cloth from your bag.
For a second you stand amidst the fire.
The thrumming outside and the warmth wakes you up, flames licking at your clothes, it's heat scorching your skin, nose filling with smoke. Even with all the pain you still escape with your life, determined to keep your promise.
Running outside the former library, the cracking of splintering wood fills your ears, you instinctively dodge, backing away before the mast of the revenge falls on your head.
Shielding your face, you cower. The mast stills, sharp wood lay next to your feet. Tentatively opening your eyes, the sounds from above are clearer in your ears, all the screams and guns going off, you hear it loud and clear that you can decipher whose screams belong to whom.
The fog enters below deck through the gaping hole left by the broken mast. All the while, the smoke from the library rises up, replacing the mist.
Your exit.
You don't hesitate to climb up. Jagged edges of sharp wood rip amd snag your clothes, stabbing your skin. Finding leverage, you manage to prop yourself up on the deck, meeting face to face with a lifeless Ned.
The light in his eyes is gone, unsung music escaping from his open lips. Skin dirtied by flowing ichor.
You don't hear anything else other than skin meeting skin in a brutal dance.
“No.” You quickly jump up, leaving the fire behind you to consume, to devour what's left of the revenge. “Ned?”
Desperately feeling for a pulse, your heart wretches in your throat, saliva filling your mouth, bile rising up from your gut.
There's no pulse.
With a choked sob, you close his eyes for him. The sound of wet punching makes you turn to your side. Hobie's eyes are wild, vicious and desperate, bloodied knuckles pummeling the man under him. Skin broken, nose cracked, skull open for the world to see. Yet, Hobie doesn't stop even with the obvious signs of death. Fueled by rage, he paints the wooden floorboards with the man's brain.
It all feels sickenly real, your heart is still beating in sync with his punches but there's so much death around you that you feel like you're a part of the dead. Blood and smoke filling your senses, adrenaline slowly washed away like the tides.
You're sitting in a graveyard and nobody else has noticed.
“Hobie.”
His fists pound harshly through the man's head, splintered wood now embedded in his skin.
You apprehensively crawl towards him, your various injuries aching, blood seeping out from your hip. The chaos around you still continues on while he still doesn't stop.
“Hobie—” your fingers brush his arm, he flinches back, fist raised to knock you out. But he halts, knuckles kissing the tip of your nose, painting it with crimson.
With wide eyes, he heaves, muscles tensed, grief all over his expression. You shove your fear down, holding his raised knuckles, moving it away gently. You hold his face in your other hand, smearing the fresh ichor on his cheeks, staining your own skin.
“It's done, he's dead.” You nod, caressing his face, turning it away from the carnage below him. “Hobie,” you unclench his fist carefully, shattered bone and hair sticking to him. With a shallow breath, you let the tears flow on your cheeks. “He's dead.”
His face flashes with fury only to be triumphed over by misery. With a heavy heart, he nods.
Behind Hobie, a uniformed man raises his pistol, without a second thought, you take the golden blunderbuss from his waist, hastily aiming it directly at the man's head.
Your ears ring, the smoke from the gun blinds you for a second before you see your target fall dead with a bullet right between his eyes, blood splattering like fireworks from his head.
Hobie looks at you in surprise, taking his gun away from you carefully. Hands soft on your raised skin. He pats your cheek and you could only shake your head.
“We need to—” the ship collides with something, Hobie holds you close, covering you away from debris. With his embrace, he protects you. Scarred hand on the back of your head, face hiding in the crook of your neck. Leather, sea salt and blood invades your senses.
The hellion is once again looming over the revenge, its golden façade cracking under the damage made by Hobie's ship.
Mathias shows himself, looking worse for wear, he wobbles on two feet, clutching his injuries.
You hear footsteps around you, raising your head, eyes widening at what's left of the crew, they stand behind you and Hobie. Wiping blood off their faces, reloading their guns, sharpening their swords. The red sails of the people's revenge still fly above, more than ready to take what they're owed, no matter what it takes.
Gwen's blond hair is dipped in ruby red, hands tight around her blunderbuss. Miles wipes his face clean, stepping next to Gwen with clenched jaw. Pavitr stands directly behind you, face covered in what you hoped to be someone else's blood. He nods, reassuring you.
Yuri and James take one look at Ned, their expression alone could make you weep again. Finn, crouches down next to you, nodding wordlessly, blue eyes glossy.
Hobie exhales, with shaky legs he stands up, helping you back to your feet. Gripping your knife, you scowl at the man above.
“How cute. The power of friendship isn't enough to save you.” Mathias says through gritted teeth.
The rest of his crew arrives, there's less ships than before, proving how the bloodsail pirates is a force to be reckoned with. They have what Mathias doesn't have, giving them something worth fighting for.
Mathias nods, signaling his ship to turn their cannons towards you and your family.
You step in front of Hobie. “I have a proposition!” Yelling above the rain and metallic clanking, you push away Hobie's hand from your shoulder.
“What is it?” The man rolls his eyes, looking incredibly bored. “We can't be here all night.”
“Me,” the crew voices their concerns, Hobie takes your hand, face terrified.
You smile, “it's alright.” Whispering to him and the crew only. With tearful eyes, you turn back to the devil above. “You seem like you really want me, so fucking take me instead. Let them go.”
You feel the heat beneath your feet. The fire devours everything just a few feet below you.
They all yell your name behind you. Protests fill your ears but you choose to ignore them. You feel his calloused fingers squeeze your hand.
The man guffaws, “Holy shit! You like them that much?” He observes Hobie's contorted face.
“You like her that much?” He chuckles. “You know what? I don't even want you that much, sure, get on up here, birdy!”
There's that thrumming and warbling again. It's much clearer now that you're above, it seems like it's coming from beneath the ship.
“Come here and take me then!” The rain mixes in with your salty tears. Raising your arms, shoving everyone away, you taunt him. “But let them go or I'll plunge this dagger through your eye!”
“Christ, you're as insane as him. Perfect for eachother eh?” he sighs, gesturing for his cannons to cease. “I'm already satisfied even though a few of your men escaped from a dinghy but eh, I'm sure I'll get them soon enough. Just like how I'll get you one day, little pirate. I'm a very patient man, I'll wait three more years if I have to.”
Hobie's face is full of anguish when he swivels you around to look at him. “Don't fuckin' do this. He won't keep his word,” he flicks his eyes to Mathias, then back to you, grey eyes darker than before. “the moment you step foot on that ship he'll kill you.” his mind comes back to that fateful day.
He can't let that happen again, not to you.
You look at him softly. “I know, but I'll make it hard for him, that'll give you enough time to escape. Hobie, I have nothing else, just this.” swallowing the lump in your throat, there's heat under your eyes. Taking his hand, you squeeze it once. “Let me do this, for you and for them. You still have to get your revenge so let me do this. Don't let him win.”
“You promised.” His voice cracks.
“I don't think I can keep it now.” You flick your eyes behind him, the crew looks on with grief marring their eyes. “They're too young for this, Gwen, Pav and Miles, they deserve to live too.”
You hear the rope fall from the hellion's deck. “I'm glad I got stuck in that net even though you made me walk the plank.” chuckling through the tears, you give them your best smile to remember you by.
“Don't leave.” he pleads.
Sliding your hand away, you take one last look at them, making a sketch of their faces in your mind to remember when the inevitable happens.
“I have to go now or this won't work.”
The captain has no plan on how to fix it, how to fix everything, and he beats himself bloody for it.
Turning around, with every step you take feels heavier than the last. You make amends to her in your mind, praying that it reaches back home. You also thank her, but you don't regret running away that day.
You'll never know what lies for you up north or if there's someone there waiting for you. If there is someone, you apologize to them too.
You leave traces of yourself to the people behind you with the hope you live on through those pieces. That at least they won't forget your name.
The howling wind and rain whips at your drenched form, committing the feel of it to memory.
Grabbing the rope, you fight the urge to look behind.
“Hurry up, birdy!” Mathias cackles. “Come on then—!”
The thrumming is deafening, everything seems to freeze mid motion.
Giant mounds of flesh rise up from the water. Snake-like features curl above, rising to the heavens, cutting through the grey clouds.
You can't help but be mesmerized by the beauty of it. Iridescent scales glimmer against the lightning, cracked scales teeming in gold. the lightning bolts ricochet off their scaly skin, unharmed.
More serpents appear from the depths, towers of scaled flesh. They rain sea water from above, dripping from their massive bodies.
One curls just above the hellion, opening its eyes, revealing an entire ocean in its orbs.
You can't stop looking at it, petrified.
“Dragons.” You say in awe.
“Y/N!” Hobie races towards you. His hand brushes against your shirt, so close yet so far.
You get yanked up with the hellion, grip still frozen on the ropes. Holding on for life, the beast has curled around the ship, in your peripheral you see men jumping off, splashing down into the depths, taking their chances in the cold.
Facing the creature, they trill and thrum, crushing the hellion and the navy ships in their massive jaws and swirling flesh.
You wake up from the trance they had you in, almost losing your grip off the rope.
“No!” You screech, saving yourself, arm socket straining against your weight. Twirling the rope around your hand, you tie it just like how they taught you.
Palms burning on the hemp, looking down, you're hanging high above the revenge. You watch as the crew frantically unties a dinghy while Hobie and Finn stay behind, they're too far for you to make out what they're doing.
Your only chance is to jump in the water but you know that'll be the end of you.
Water parts for something swimming fast under the water, it moves towards the Revenge. You scream their names in an attempt to warn them.
“Gwen!” Your throat struggles from the screaming. “Brace yourselves!”
The serpent crashes on the starboard side, away from where the small boat hangs. Hobie clings to the remaining mast, knife in his hand. Heart pounding, you watch as Gwen runs towards Hobie, he yells, she shakes her head but in the end she bolts for the dinghy. You nod, hoping she saw that you forgave her.
The beast constricts around the helion, crashing the oak and its gilded carvings in its wrapped body.
You sway in the wind with the serpent’s movements, praying that the rope hangs on to the figure head. The figure head of an angel looks down at you, lifeless eyes observing your slow demise.
This is the end for you, you've never thought you'd be killed by a mythical being turned into reality but here you are, hanging on by a thread, waiting for death to come.
With one last glimpse at the revenge, you see the fire finally reaching above deck. Gwen and the others lower down on the dinghy while Hobie grabs onto a rope, cutting the knot off the steel rings, remembering James' teachings, if he keeps doing that he’ll get yanked up, and with the wild wind, it will surely be a disaster.
You yell his name in a futile attempt to stop his effort at saving you.
Finn raises something in his hands, heaving it over his shoulder.
You sharply turn your head when a snapping sound fills your ears. The hemp untangles, with the rope breaking in the middle, you close your eyes.
The sea serpent lets out a guttural scream, the sound alone sends shivers down your spine. It uncurls around the hellion and you get a glimpse of a sharp harpoon sticking out from its eye.
Falling with the hellion, the serpent's eyes turn from blue to a bloody red, bathing everything in its gaze in crimson. it's the last thing you see before you shut your eyes.
You feel a familiar arm around your middle, looking over your shoulder, you think you've already died.
“I've got you!” Hobie yells, with him carrying you and his hand grasping on the rising rope, he struggles to hold on.
So you help him, wrapping your arm behind him, you hold the rope in the other, face close to his as you two fly above the revenge, swinging and whipping uncontrollably in the storm.
The beast trills, jaw unhinging, its rows of shark like teeth in full display.
“Shit!” Hobie manipulates the rope to swing you two away from its sharp teeth.
It fails to catch you, instead it turns its attention to Finn on the deck.
“Finn! Run!” Your blood curdling scream gets his attention, yet he pays no heed.
But everyone already knows it's too late, with one last fight in him, he raises his harpoon, yelling, meeting the serpent's opened mouth halfway.
It swallows him whole.
You just stare at where Finn once stood, he leaves patches of his ichor on the floor.
The revenge sinks, fire and water engulfing Hobie's home, your home.
“Love!” The name rots in his mouth, it gets you out of your frozen state. “I—”
The last standing mast cracks and breaks apart. You lose your grip on Hobie.
And you fall once again. For a second you fly, eyes peering towards the clearing sky, with white clouds in your vision, you brace for impact.
“MJ!”
That's the last thing you hear as you fall in the depths in a harsh splash.
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A/N: so sorry for the late update!! Hope you like it 🫶 (if i forgot to put any warnings on the tags please tell me)
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jungwnies · 2 years
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⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ tomorrow by together | s. accidentally calling them the wrong name ! | p. boyfriend!txt x gn!reader ! | g. comedy, fluff, a little jealous, lighthearted ! | wc. ~0.6k !
⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ requested by @starzalign !
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SOOBIN — 최수빈
"beom-" you quickly stop yourself. "bin, can you come here real quick?" you ask as you continue to beat the batter in the mixing bowl.
"what did you call me?" he asks as he walks over to you. "did you almost call me beomgyu?"
you feel heat rise to your cheeks, "it was an accident."
"did you mistake me for that shorty?" he teases poking you in the side of the stomach. "maybe you should stop hanging out with him so much, and start hanging out with me... your boyfriend?" he says with a slight pout.
you giggle and turn around facing your boyfriend, "it was just an accident baby, i didn't mean to call you beomgyu." you say apologizing.
soobin rolls his eyes and then laughs, "alright, but don't do that again, i was a little jealous."
"i knew it." you snicker as you turn back around to tend to the batter you forgot about for a quick second.
YEONJUN — 최연준
"soobin-" you quickly cover your mouth, "yeonjun, i need you for a second."
yeonjun's smile drops immediately, this man is so hurt that you called him SOOBIN. by accident of course. "did you call me, did you call me soobin?" he asks completely shocked.
you immediately walk over to him, "oh my god it was an accident, i'm so sorry."
"have you been hanging out with him too much, should i be concerned?" yeonjun asks with a pout still apparent on his face.
you shake your head, "it was a genuine mistake, i'm sorry."
"i think i'm going to keep you away from my members until the only name you can say is mine." yeonjun teases before pulling you into his lap by the waist.
BEOMGYU — 최범규
you sit next to your boyfriend and lay your head against his arm as you scroll on your phone, "look at this tyun- gyu." you say handing him your phone.
beomgyu smiles and stares at you, almost crazily. "what did you call me?" he asks with a sinister smile slapped on his face.
you laugh, "i didn't mean to."
beomgyu rolls his eyes, "this is why i didn't want to introduce you to my friends, i knew this would happen one day."
"you knew what?" you ask.
"that you would forget i am your boyfriend, not them." beomgyu says.
you laugh, "babe, it was an honest mistake."
"you're getting punished if this happens again." beomgyu warns with a hysterical laugh.
TAEHYUN — 강태현
"what did you just say?" taehyun asks wondering if he heard his name or hyuka's.
"i didn't mean to." you say pouting immediately rushing over to cuddle your boyfriend.
taehyun sighs, "i can't believe you confused me for the devil in disguise."
you laugh and place a peck on his cheek, "i didn't mean to, i promise."
taehyun wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
"i forgive you, just this once." he says smiling.
you nod and kiss him, "it'll never happen again babe."
HUENINGKAI — 휴닝카이
"i'm so hurt." hyuka says pouting.
you tug on his arm as you cuddle him, "i'm sorryyyy, i didn't mean to."
hueningkai rolls his eyes, "you did it on purpose, because you love him more than me."
you laugh, "you know you're the only one i love."
"well, prove it." kai challenges with a smirk.
"how?" you ask giggling.
hyuka looks around his room, "a kiss, and more plushies."
"at this rate, there will be no more room on your bed for me." you whine jokingly.
"that's what you get for calling me taehyun." he jokingly says.
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tags [open] : @sunghoonsluv , @leyss , @duolingofanaccount , @kendalllovestxt , @pshchives [bolded could not be tagged]
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twistedchatterbox · 1 year
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you > work
“summary: how would they act around you during work? ft.Azul and Floyd (seperately) tags. GN Reader, Fluff, This is basically my first ever “fic” reformatted, No Spoilers, yes I am biased as fuck mind your business, the fish mafia acts like an actual fish mafia, loveels, domestic Azul, Floyd is a lover for you and a danger for literally everything else, Jade makes a cameo, the fish are all so lovesick oh my god, no beta we overblot like men; i am kinda busy atm so please just accept these crumbs while i work on many things at once lol,, enjoy.
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Wordcount; 700+ | Masterlist & Taglist
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They’ll treat you the way they always have; adoringly and lovingly. As unpredictable as they can be, for you, they’re simply smitten. Lovesick fish. It’s adorable, really. The way... The way Azul’s eyes light up into a look of excitement upon seeing your contact light up on the screen of his phone would have been contagious.. had his witnesses not been thoroughly terrified and possibly beaten out of their wits to even think or consider commenting on it. He quickly gathers himself, though, and asks his clients if they’d mind waiting a moment as he casts a spell; pointing his pen and channeling the spell directly against their throat, effectively ridding the poor unfortunate souls of their voices.  Elegantly rising up from his chair in a well-practiced manner, he grabs his phone and heads towards privacy, where his own voice turns sweeter than honey as it fills to the gills with affection for you. Azul chuckles as he whispers a “Hi”, sighing as your voice brought him the fresh breather he’s yearned for all day. “Hi darling, has everything been alright?” he asks, softening with not only his voice but his smile as it turns genuine for you; which only intensifies as you explain you just called him to ask what he’d like for dinner, since you remembered the two of you forgot to assign kitchen duty today and you arrived home early. Azul’s eyes crinkle and he finds himself indulging in a closed-eyed smile, fondly shaking his head as if you could see it. “Ah, is that so?” Azul teases with no edge to his tone, “You just wanted to ask me what I’d like for dinner? My, my, aren’t you so benevolent today~?” he playfully murmurs, enjoying himself. But he can’t take too much time, since he does have a real answer for you. Sighing, he says so, “You truly are the sweetest thing...Can you please make my favourites today?”, feeling proud of himself when you pick up on it and ask if today has been exceptional, nodding as if you could tell. Azul feels sad that the call cannot last forever, yet he knows a way to remedy it so he gently murmurs his response, “Yes, today was great, thank you darling, i’ll see you at home. I love you.” Feeling more refreshed than ever compared to earlier, Azul re-corrects his posture and draws a breather, determined to quickly finish his leftover work early so that he can join as you soon as possible. Plus, getting home early and being able to wrap his arms around you while you navigated the kitchen just sounded perfect.
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Now, visiting Floyd during work was Russian roulette with all chambers rigged for most people, meanwhile you could only describe it as a game of hide and seek. To say he adored you and was biased for you is an understatement.  Wearing a warm, fluffy on the inside winter coat, you walked alongside Jade as you neared the place Floyd was supposed to be at around this time- according to Jade, at least. And today, that hunch seemed correct. In your sights was Floyd Leech in the flesh, humming a cheerful tune as he dragged a trash bag alongside the floor with a carefree smile that turned strained whenever the contents seemed to move around- or at least tried to. The way Floyd’s entire figure is engulfed in an excited and thrilled way is a familiar and endearing sight to you; making you smile when he notices you in the middle of his previously assigned task, looking directly at you as soon as you entered his line of sight. Smiling from eye to eye, unable to suppress the trill of sheer joy your surprise visit brought him. You couldn’t help but notice how his clothes were clean as of now, which meant- “Shrimpyy~~!! Gimme a hug~!” Floyd’s laughs with a lovestruck grin, showcasing his sharp, white teeth as he opens his arms for you. And his smile only grew happier as you ran upto him, jumping into his ready arms; he hugs you securely as he twirls you around- he has always been so careful of his strength when it came to you, protective of you, far more gentle towards you than anyone else has been, or ever cared to be. And as his right foot pressed down cruelly onto the tie of the suspicious body bag that finally stopped squirming, the none-existent audience was his witness. This gentleness would only ever be reserved for you.
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vmpiires · 2 months
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❛ INFINITY — 無限大
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choso x f!reader ノ MDNI
𑂻𑂴 summary. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ you and choso go on a “date” and choso opens up about his family
𑂻𑂴 tags. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ choso (non-curse), mid 90s AU, nsfw, female anatomy, stoner!choso, mentions of going broke, possible sexual content, canon/modern lore mixes, etc.
𑂻𑂴 a/n. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ i almost forgot about this story BUT IM HERE. reblog to support meeee and enjoy :D (lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part)
𑂻𑂴 misc. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ masterlist ,, AO3 — dark mode recommended. WC — 2.35K — part four
@sad-darksoul @aiyaaayei @a1-ic3 @exinqiu
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“you wanna…hang out? like, right now?” you heard choso say hesitantly over the phone. it was around ten at night and you weren’t busy. you didn’t have anything better to do. plus, you wanted to go out a bit more since you were a bit of a homebody.
“yeah, why not?” you beamed over the phone. “it’ll be fun and i don’t have nothing else to do. plus, we need to hang out more before it gets too cold…winter is around the corner.”
“oh..um, yeah sure. you’re right.” choso answered. though, he was in the clear for the evening since yuji would be spending the night with his friends for a sleepover, the male was still skeptical about somethings.
what if there’s an emergency? what if something happened to his little brother? anything could’ve happened while he was away, not supervising.
you grin excitedly, starting to list multiple places you could go. it took some quick process of elimination just to choose the park. it was simple and it seemed like choso really wanted to go for some reason, so you agreed.
once you got off the phone, you navigate to your messages app and send him a text, ‘oh i forgot to say that if you wanna bring food or something you can.’
now you had to play the waiting game. it was always you waiting longer than five minutes or less than a minute for choso to text back.
well this time you didn’t have to wait. your phone makes a sound shortly after you sent that message. you take a glance down to see that choso loved your message.
‘helping my brother pack. i might be a little late.’
you smiled at the text and urged him to take his time. you thought it was sweet how heavily choso cared for yuji. nothing never went unnoticed around him. he was like a big brother and a mother in one.
you began to put on your clothes and grab whatever you needed before you would finally leave out of the house and make your way towards the park.
the night sky was so clear and perfect. you could see all the stars just from where you were standing. that’s when you started to wonder if choso liked stargazing. how would he feel about that?
you were quickly reminded that choso may not have time for stuff like that since he seemed like a busy man. you could also tell he was the type that wasn’t very exposed to current day activities trending amongst other people.
it’s like he’s trapped in his own bubble.
“hold your hand out,” choso said before lifting yuji’s hand to clip his nails. “now, i’ll be going out somewhere tonight, so i won’t be at home while you’re with your friends…but if you need me, please call me, okay?”
“i know, big brother,” yuji smiled up at his elder brother. choso’s cheeks turned a rosy color before smiling back. “but where are you going? you never leave the house this late unless you picked up work.”
“you’re right but tonight is different…i’m gonna meet our brothers, spend some time outside the house…i shouldn’t be rotting in here all the time anyway.”
choso put the boy down once he finished clipping yuji’s nails and ruffled his hair. he would fold some clothes and place them down into the bag neatly.
“don’t let anybody touch your stuff and break it, okay? you’re allowed to share but make sure they’re being careful. you know money is hard around here and i can barely afford some of this stuff for you.” choso mumbled. his soft expression seemed to turn into a slight frown.
yuji nodded but he couldn’t help but notice his brother’s expression. “are you mad, big brother?”
the dark haired male blinked quickly and shook his head. “no, no. i’m not mad…life is just really hard and i need to probably find a second job.”
working as a bartender is okay for him, he didn’t mind it. but when it came to needing more money to upkeep the house and to satisfy both their wants and needs, he would need a second job.
“then we won’t be able to hang out together,” yuji frowned. it was already hard for choso to make time for his little brother but now it would be even harder.
“i know, itadori…i know. but i’ll make it up to you as best as i can. i promise i’ll never forget about it, okay?” choso held his pinky finger out to yuji. “you trust me?”
“i trust you,” yuji grinned.
“good.” choso smiled as he retracted his hand away from the boy. “now hurry and go grab your coat and your shoes. let’s go, we don’t wanna be late.”
yuji nodded and grabbed his coat from the closet by the front door and put on his favorite red boots before hurrying out of the door, waiting for choso to follow behind him.
after choso drove yuji to the other side of town, choso would make a stop at the corner store and bought another pack of cigarettes and some snacks that you both would like.
it took a little bit of time to make up his mind because he was a bit picky about what he ate but he’d eventually figure it out before heading to the park, finally meeting up with you.
“hey,” choso called her name breathlessly as he jogged over to the spot where you were sitting at. the park was empty, perfect for just the two of you to relax and talk and do whatever came to mind. “i’m so sorry i took so long. i drove thirty minutes from my place, to the other side of town for yuji then back, i’m sorry.”
you noticed his apologetic tone and you nod your head no, smiling at him. “don’t worry about it. like i told you, you didn’t have to rush to get here. i wasn’t going anywhere.”
the two of you finally get comfortable on the grass, eating the snacks you both brought and the drinks. choso noticed you opening a can of beer from the six pack brought with you. the male lifted an eyebrow.
“i thought you didn’t drink..” he said softly. you nod, taking a sip of your beer before sucking your teeth.
“i don’t but it’s nice for the occasion, you know?” you reach down and hand one to choso, offering it to him. the male was about to say no but he considered your next words.
“come on, just one can won’t hurt you. you gotta loosen up a little bit. you’re a busy guy that barely gives himself a break. tonight’s your night, cho.”
the male would light a cigarette and put it between his lips before humming. you were definitely right. choso never gave himself a break. he was always moving. hesitantly, he’d take the can from you and open it, listening to the sound as it hissed open.
you giggled when you saw choso’s face contort to an expression of disgust the second he took a sip of the beer.
“you like this?” he asked.
“i don’t like it either but after a while it’ll taste better.” you reassured. there’s a silence between the two of you as you both sat there, taking in your environment.
trees blowing gently in the quiet wind of the night. lampposts casting dim lights and weak shadows, and the occasional chirping of crickets hiding in the soil somewhere.
choso wasn’t a man of many words so the silence was tolerable but then a thought came to your head. while choso smoked his cigarette and you ate your snacks, you turned to him.
“why’d you wanna come to the park so bad?” you asked.
“it’s from a recurring dream i have. every time i have that dream, i see my brothers here. i just wanted to….i don’t even know. i just wanted to know that this place wasn’t just a figment of my imagination, i guess.”
“do you know what happens in the dream?”
“it all goes by so fast…it’s not that i don’t remember what happens, i just hate talking about it sometimes. i’m sorry.”
“it’s fine, you don’t have to apologize,” you scooted a bit closer to him. “hey, let’s talk about something else. to lighten the mood, y’know?”
“oh..yeah, good idea.” choso nodded slowly, taking a drag from his cigarette. you had an idea already on what to talk about and you were obviously eager. anyone could just tell by the look on your face.
“have you ever stargazed before?” you began.
“uh…no. i mean- i look at stars but…i don’t do it like that. it’s- i don’t know.” he trails off, looking embarrassed and shy when he realized that he’s stumbled over his words a bunch.
“here, lay down.” you would lie down and choso just looked at you as if what you were doing was the oddest thing on earth. you waved your hand, gesturing him to do the same.
finally, choso would lay down, his eyes lighting up at the blanket of stars covering the sky. the stars were beautiful and bright that night. he could see some of them lining up, creating shapes—constellations.
“i love stars. they’re just so pretty.” you comment, “they look so close but they’re just so far…too bad some of them are dead.”
“these stars have been dead for a long time, they’re just now reflecting back to us.” choso chimed in lowly. you sighed.
“don’t you wish you could just be a star in the sky? not having to worry about anything or anyone in the universe, just yourself?”
“i’m not sure if i wanna turn into a star just yet,” choso said. “it sounds like death to me…but if i could run away and live somewhere secluded from society, i’d do it. me and yuji.”
“do you think anybody would miss you?” you frown a little, your expression a bit serious. choso shrugged.
“i have no friends...and if i did, they all died or they’re just people i don’t speak to anymore. i’m that lonely.” he sighed. “i don’t need other people anyway. it doesn’t bother me.”
choso looked at you and automatically felt embarrassed again. he ran his fingers through his medium length hair and shook his head.
“sorry. i overshare a lot.”
“you apologize a lot…it’s not really anything wrong with it, i just noticed that.” you say. “is that just…how you are? if you don’t mind me asking..”
“it’s just how i am, so—never mind. my dad was just so hard on me, i was always apologizing for something and he just kinda turned me into a sorry mess.”
the sudden mention of his father made him frown and he sighed. “i’m glad i don’t live with him…but i would probably stay there just for some money. he’s the typical salaryman with a son that’s broke…or at least, almost broke.”
“does the job you work at not pay enough?” you shifted your body so you were facing choso instead of the sky.
“it helps me get me and my brother some food that would last us a while and probably a shirt. not any of that luxury stuff. the only time i get that kind of stuff is when it’s given to me.”
“okay, that, i think is an exaggeration…every time i see you two, you’re dressed nicely and when we facetime, your house looks nice and clean,” you say. your hand slowly moved towards his but you hesitate to keep going.
“yeah, i guess it is. my job pays pretty well…i guess i’m just paranoid about it not being enough.” choso took a drag of his cigarette. when he felt your hand on his, he’d look down at it then back at you. instead of leaving your hand where it was, he’d take your hand into his.
the two of you were feeling a buzz from the beers you were drinking and the world seemed to be moving in slow motion. choso saw the soft smile on your face as you looked into his soft, tired eyes. you saw how his dark hair covered a lot of his face as he laid on the ground beside you.
“you know, i think you’re a really nice guy,” you blurt out. you weren’t even aware of what you were saying yourself. “i really like you.”
“i….” choso’s breath hitched, “uh…i like you too. i’ve liked you for a long time—since we met.” the male could feel his ears getting hot and the tip of his nose was a pinkish color from the cold, mixed with his blushing.
there was a tingly feeling on his face as his cheeks began to warm with excitement and embarrassment. the cut underneath his bandage was starting to bleed again.
“take this off,” you whispered, slowly removing the bloody bandage, revealing the red cut across his nose that’s usually black. you would take a napkin from your bag and once again, clean the blood from his face.
choso was obviously embarrassed. this was the second time you saw his cut but he didn’t really like others seeing it. the male used his hoodie to cover his nose.
“uh…thank you..for uh—for cleaning it.” he mumbled. you smiled at him and pulled the collar of his hoodie down from over his face before kissing him. your lips locked with each others and you both seemed to be in a deep state of excitement and euphoria.
choso never kissed a girl before. he wasn’t sure what was happening or what he was supposed to do but he tried his best to follow your lead anyway.
when you pulled away, you could see the surprise on choso’s face. his face was flushed from being so inebriated just as you were.
you both fell silent. the only noise that existed was your own breathing and the nature around you. choso was sure he wouldn’t remember much of this tomorrow and neither would you…but deep down, he found it hard to believe.
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lowkey this took so long to write,, i’m tired 😭 i’m glad you guys like this. i made something happen so…now its time to get ready to wrap it up. also sorry if there’s any mistakes lol
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neteyamsoare · 1 year
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Hi can I request a Neteyam imagine with his female omaticaya mate who has been very busy lately and he just wants attention and affection from her so one day he asks her early in the morning if she wants to go fly to their special spot which she agrees to with some reluctancy. He enjoys seeing the smile on her face and when the arrive at their spot they wonder around the forest for a bit holding each others hand before he pulls her close to him from behind resting his chin on her shoulder enjoying the much needed contact before they both decide to cuddle on the ground with his face buried in her neck and him listening to her heart beat and she eventually asks him what has bought all this on and he blushes and becomes a bit shy before saying that he has just missed her a lot or something like that? Thank you 😊
I Missed You.
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༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Neteyam Sully x Fem! Omatikaya! Mate! Reader.
༉‧₊˚. Summary. When you get too busy to spend time with Neteyam, he comes up with a plan to get you alone. 
༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.
༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Neteyam.
༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1,3k.
༉‧₊˚. Index. Nga yawne lu oer — [I love you], Olo’eyktan — [clan leader], Tsahik — [healer of the clan], Skxawng — [moron/idiot], and Tiyawn — [love].
༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you anon for this cute request, I really love writing this fic and I hope you like it as well. | Neteyam and reader are 20 | In this fic, they’re still in the forest, Jake is olo’eyktan, and Mo’at is tsahik. 
༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍
༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist
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I couldn't be happier to be flying back home from a hunting trip. The first thing I wanted to do was see her face in the crowd, run over to her, bring her into my arms, smell her scent, and fly to our secret spot nobody knew of.
I land my ikran and quickly dismount giving my ikran a rub before turning to the crowd and scanning through their faces. My smile fades when I don’t see her and worry starts to set in my mind. What if she is hurt or what if she is sick?
I immediately take off to run toward the hut that we moved into after we mated. As I run, I smell a familiar scent that’s been on the top of my mind since I left and stop and run back a few til I finally spot her talking to one of the girls in the clan. I smile at the sight of her and make my way over to her.
Once I reach her, I place my hands on her waist pulling her into me, already burying my face into her neck taking in that sweet scent of hers. I didn’t acknowledge who she was talking to but all my focus was on her and her only. “There’s my beautiful wife.”
“Ma Teyam, you’re back.” She says as she places her hand on my cheek rubbing it softly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to meet you, just been so busy with tsahik training that I forgot.” She pouts as I turn her to face me and bring her eyes to mine. “No worry, we’re together now.” I see that smile that’s been etched into my mind appear on her face.
I look down at her lips and back up to her eyes. I pulled her closer to me, eyeing her lips once more as she leaned forward before our lips could touch.
“Y/n!” Someone cried out, she immediately separated herself from me. I sigh as I look at who got her attention, I was shocked to see my little sister running up to us.
“Tuk what’s wrong?” She walks over to meet my little sister. “It’s Lo’ak, he’s hurt and needs your help.” Tuk grabs her hand and starts running in the direction Lo’ak is in while she glances at me with a quick look saying that she’s sorry and I just flash a smile.
“Fucking Lo’ak!” I hissed when she was out of range. “I’m going to kill him.”
I take a deep breath and think to myself. “It’s alright, we will have plenty of time to spend together.” Oh, how I was so wrong.
Two weeks passed and I still couldn’t spend time with the one person I had on my mind. And why? Because every time we get together not two seconds later someone is already pulling her away from me. With Lo’ak being him, not thinking before he does something, she has to tend to his wounds, if it wasn’t him it was my sister who needed her to help with something. Or it’s one of the people needing her help or the kids wanting her attention which frustrated me to no end.
Now I’m not mad at her trying to learn how to be a good tsahik or her interacting with the people, I just missed everything about her. Her skin, voice, eyes, hair, and scent. Oh, how I miss her scent.
The only time I get her to myself is when we go to sleep and even that is not even enough cause by morning she is already up and leaving to tend to everyone who needs help. Is this how it will be for the rest of our lives?
No, I got to do something cause not being able to be around her is killing every bone in my body. I need a plan and fast, if I want successful results I need to do this right. Which means I need to find some rope.
I made sure to wake up early and see that she was getting ready. I grin as my plan was already going in a good direction. She turns to look at me and smiles, “Nete, you’re awake.” I get up and make my way over to her, my hands already finding their way to her waist as I pull her into me hearing her chuckle, I missed hearing the cute sounds she makes.
“How about we go to our special spot?” I look down at her beautiful eyes that are staring into mine. “Nete, you know I have stuff to-“ I kiss her forehead as I lay a finger on her lips. “Baby, you have nothing to worry about, today it’s all about us and only us.” I put my forehead against hers. “The people will be alright, trust me.” she takes a deep breath and smiles, “Alright let’s go, right after you get ready.” I giggled and immediately goes to get myself ready.
As soon as we land our ikrans somewhere close to our special spot, I look over to her and she looks back with a huge smile on her face, a smile I’d do anything for. A smile that made me fall in love with her in the first place. I dismount my ikran and make my way over to her, taking her hand into mine enjoying how soft her hand is against mine.
We make our way to our spot not once taking apart our hands. Always glanced at each other with a smile and it felt like old times when we would just stare at each other for hours not even saying a word and we didn’t have to cause it was just us in our little world.
Before we reached our spot we wandered the forest for a bit still holding hands, still smiling like we were seventeen again, moments like these with her are what I live for.
When we reach our spot, she was in front taking in the perfect view it had while still holding her hand I rub the back of it softly and pull her close to me, and a giggle released from her mouth as I rest my chin on her shoulder and close my eyes. I hold her tightly as I thought if I let go just a bit she’d disappear. She leans her against mine and my hands travel to her stomach, one of my finger drawing circles, a thing I know she liked but could never admit.
We stayed like that before finally moving to the ground where we cuddled into each other. Her hand is in my hair gently massaging my scalp as my face is buried in her neck listening to her heartbeat that was like music to my ears, and the reason I live. My hand was on her stomach and her leg was on top of mine.
“Ma Nete?” she says softly. “Hmm?” I purred not moving an inch. “What brought this on?” I look up at her meeting her eyes. “I just missed you, tiyawn.” she smiles. “I missed you too, Nete.” I smile up at her, and slowly I reach up to her and kiss her soft lips, finally, we caught a break.
“Nga yawne lu oer, ma y/n”
“Nga yawne lu oer, ma Nete.”
Bonus
Jake walks into the hut looking for his wife to tell her how smooth today went for him but he only found Lo’ak tied up with a piece of tape on his mouth moving around frantically trying to escape. Jake runs over to his youngest son and takes off the tape slowly and safely to not hurt Lo’ak. “Boy, what happened?” Jake says as he goes to untie the rope on his hands, whoever did this, tied the knots tight.
“How about you ask Neteyam!” Lo’ak yelled. “I was just minding my own business when that skxawng came running and attacked me!”
“I’ll talk to him,” Jake says but couldn’t help but think of why he never thought of this idea. He will of course scold Neteyam but also thank him since Lo’ak was one less thing to worry about today. He needed the break.
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look at me, part 12
Sanji x Reader (eventual), slow burn Warning: slow burn, pining, drinking, eventual smut in later chapters. 18&older. a/n: Comment below if you want to be tagged in this series. Summary:  After joining the Straw Hats after leaving Fish-Man island, reader is using the time between islands to get to know her new crewmates. Well, except for one. Sanji’s fawning and cooing over the opposite sex drives reader crazy - how can she get him to see past her looks? And does she even want him to notice her? masterlist
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The dress shop was filled to brim with dresses for any occasion; Robin held out a sleeveless short black dress while Nami glanced over the prices of nearby dresses. Shaking your head, you continued to look through the racks. The crew had docked at Nabala, the island Sanji had picked out with Nami two weeks ago. It was a small but quaint island with a lively bustling city. Shops galore with several cafés and taverns that were bound to entertain all the Straw Hats. Sanji had asked for you to meet him back at Sunny at sunset and suggested you go shopping with the girls.
“Sanji would like this one.” Nami pulled out a revealing red sparkling dress and you gagged.
“Yeah. No.”
Robin laughed. “Not very ladylike.”
“Right, I forgot we’re in the presence of a princess.”
Giving the navigator an unfriendly hand gesture, you studied all the dresses around you before collapsing on the small loveseat next to Robin. Her head turned to you and a hand appeared above your head to give you a pat. Laughing, you thanked her but confessed you had something to tell them. Nami immediately moved away from the clothing rack and asked if something was wrong.
“It’s about Sanji and I.”
“Oh,” Robin smiled. “Do you need the talk?”
Her motherly reaction and the shocked expression you sent to Nami had the three of you roaring in laughter. Holding your side, you promised her you didn’t need that talk. “I’ve been around. Not a lot, but enough to know. Remember the arranged marriage I was born into?”
Nerves rattled your body; it wasn’t like Sanji and you wanted to hide this revelation. The two of you had decided eventually to come clean about your entangled past and now it seemed the time to tell your friends. “Well, that night Sanji walked me to my room after drinking too much…”
“He touched you.”
“Nami!”
She grinned. “I’m kidding, I know he would never.”
“He’s not like that,” you agreed, ignoring the stare Robin and Nami were giving you. You knew exactly what they were thinking. “Yes. I did shoot him once for being an idiot, but I’ve realized he’s just harmless. Plus, we’ve gotten to really know each other, in fact, we discovered our families knew one another.”
Nami’s face fell in thought and it took Robin a whole two seconds before she let out a soft “oh”. It clicked for Nami then and you fell silent, staring out the shop’s window at the people walking by. Every single person looked content, and you wondered if people thought the same when they looked at you. When they looked at Sanji and you, together.
“So…Sanji and you were supposed to be married?”
“Yes. Our families had arranged the marriage when I was born, and Sanji was a small child. There’s more to the story but I…I can’t relive the pain of losing my sisters when I left. So, yes, we both ran away from our families, but we never met until now.”
The two women stood silent, and you hoped the explanation was enough; Sanji had told you all the gruesome details of his childhood. You sat up all night with him weeks ago, exchanging stories and when he talked about his mother – all you could see was a child in Sanji’s eyes. A sweet child and you held him tight when he cried in your arms under the stars. You understood him more after that night and you weren’t going to tell his story to anyone. He would be the one and you would be more than willing to keep quiet.
“That’s amazing.” Robin’s voice was quiet, and you looked at her. “What an interesting world we live in, huh?”
“Crazy, you would have been Sanji’s wife!” Nami’s smile fell when Robin pointed out if that had happened, neither Sanji nor you would have ever joined the crew. “Right…well I’m glad it never happened then. Although, who knows what lies in the future.”
Nami’s teasing tone had your body warm with embarrassment, but it was a shy embarrassment that tingled down to your toes. “Well. You better find a cute dress for your betrothed and a good one at that.”
Robin got up from her seat and began scouring through the racks of dresses, while Nami pointed out the ones that were on sale, but you just sat on the couch and watched them for a moment. Then it hit you – the perfect dress wasn’t anywhere in the shop. It was on the Sunny, in your closet.
….
The cobblestone’s clicked under your boots, which were hidden under the purple dress that once belonged to your mother. The one you stole before running away from a life that never felt like your own. The last thing you owned represented where you had come from – your family and memories were sewn into the hem of the dress. The fabric was soft cotton, light purple with small cap sleeves. Nami was able to let it out a bit – it had been your mother’s dress from her youth, and you hadn’t been as tiny as she was. After a few quick alterations, Nami had made it fit like a glove. It was a simple dress, but you loved it the moment your mother showed it to you.
“It wasn’t the most extravagant thing I owned back then but I was wearing this when I met your father.”
An aching emerged that hadn’t shown in a long time – you wondered how your parents were and if they missed you.
“I don’t know why I had to come bring you here.”
Zoro grumbled next to you but when you offered to release him from the duties Nami bestowed on him, he refused. He didn’t want to hear Nami complaining but you suspected she had paid him to come bring you to the restaurant Sanji had made a reservation at. It wasn’t like you couldn’t have walked through the city yourself – it wasn’t like you didn’t have your pistols holstered at your thighs, but Nami insisted. “Can’t let the princess walk around by herself.”
“This princess thing is never going to stop, is it?” She had answered your question with a smirk and shooed you off the Sunny. Now, Zoro was taking you to the restaurant and after a few minutes, you realized he was lost.  He cursed when the two of you stopped in front of a restaurant and he scratched the back of his head. “She said it was next to a bar, see, there’s a bar right there.”
He pointed at the tavern next to the café and you sighed. “Well, I guess I can go in and see if Sanji’s in there.”
“Why didn’t the cook just come get you from the ship! Idiot.”
“Because Mosshead, I needed to make sure the restaurant was up to par.”
Looking to your left, Sanji stood there in a new black suit with a light blue button up. He looked handsome as always, but he just stared at Zoro. “You can leave now.”
“Whatever,” he muttered, looking at me with dull eyes. “You can do better.”
Sanji yelled at him before relaxing once he disappeared into the bar, turning his attention to you. His eyes took in the dress, and he felt his heart aching with adoration, sympathy. He knew what your family meant to you – even if you acted like it wasn’t a big deal. The love he saw in your eyes every time you mentioned your sisters – his heart ached for you but God, you looked so beautiful. He walked over to you, touching your chin with his hand.  Sanji kissed you softly on the lips and asked if you were ready for dinner.
“It took all morning to find the perfect restaurant on this island and I found it. Are you ready for our first date?” Heart pounding like drums, you said yes and reached down for his hand. He took it delicately and felt relief sizzle throughout his body. It hit him then, more than it ever had, that he could never look at another woman in his life and experience the feeling he did every time he looked at you. Every time you walked into the kitchen, seeking him out.
Looking for him on the ship, just to see what he was doing.
Just to occupy space in his life.
Happy to just be at his side.
Sanji was overwhelmed with the way you were making him feel and he wondered if the thing he was feeling, right as you stood in front of him, hand in his, was love.
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Full Pogue // Ghost of You
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summary: the cameron family can't seem to keep their hands off you, sending you and sarah on the battle to get off the coastal venture and reunite with your friends
warnings: the usual obx angst, cursing, physical violence, injuries
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Exhaustion was starting to set in harder than it had before, especially when you were tucked under JJ’s shoulder in the back seat of the Twinkie. Kie was on the floor, a join between her fingers as she sat next to Pope. John B and Sarah occupied the front seat, your brother intent on driving back to Figure Eight in attempt to find Rafe. What you didn’t expect was a slewd of cop cars to be blocking the road up ahead, ruining your course of action.
“Oh shit. They found the truck.”
“Chill, chill, chill, chill,” Pope hushed Kie’s distress as bright blue lights filled the darkness of the van. You sat up fully once a flashlight glossed over your eyes, JJ’s hand refusing to leave your skin despite the cops now approaching. 
“Well, lookee here,” Shoupe commented sarcastically as his light illuminated John B’s face through the open window.
“Evening, officer,” Your brother responded while keeping his face emotionless.
“Sherrif.”
“Right, sheriff. Forgot,” John B corrected his error without intent behind his words. He motioned towards the totaled truck ahead. “Speed kills, huh?”
Shoupe’s light hit your face again, making you wince and hide further into JJ’s shoulder before it moved again to find Kiara. “I pulled the tags, and I know whose truck that is. Hey, Kie. Did you drop your weed pen back there?”
“Sheriff, I just wanna say that this is all my fault. She had nothing to do with this. I take 100% responsibility,” Pope explained.
“Nothing to do with it? You wanna try that again?” Shoupe repeated before shaking his head. “Your parents reported the truck missing four hours ago, and the keys were missing from the house. I’m taking you home. Or I can pull you all in for leaving the scene of an accident.”
“Okay,” Kiara finally admitted defeat. Shoupe directed Officer Plumb to open the van door to let your friend out. Kie wasn’t even phased at the action and turned towards you guys. “Hit me up later and make sure I’m still alive.”
The sound of the door closing sent everyone into silence. You waited for a moment before the blue lights started to disappear and John B followed the tow truck that had the total vehicle on the flatbed. You knew where you were going in hopes of finding the cross and the idea definitely didn’t help the events of the night settle.
“Babe,” JJ’s voice was quiet as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You don’t have to go. We can take you home.”
You shook your head softly, fingers ghosting over the bare skin under his shirt that you had sought out for warmth. You had come this far in the whole thing; there was no way you were stopping now. Surviving the Cameron house had been accomplished before.
The street lights provided barely enough coverage once John B pulled up outside of Sarah’s house. The five of you climbed out and ducked below the wall per Pope’s word in an attempt to see better. 
“He’s got the truck,” JJ whispered as he glanced over the concrete structure. You could hear the hiss of the brakes as Rafe parked the vehicle and killed the engine.
“How much you wanna bet Rafe has the cross inside that truck right now?” Pope asked as you watched the eldest Cameron enter the large house, not without pausing to look over his shoulder.
“There’s only one way to find out.” Sarah started making her way towards the gated entrance before John B was running after her in concern. You could hear broken pieces of their conversation, especially the part where your brother said he wanted to talk about their relationship at that exact moment, which just pissed Sarah off. 
John B stepped back with a smile on his face like a kid on Christmas and it made you roll your eyes. You watched Sarah creep up the driveway, busying tying the piece of your brother’s bandana around her neck as she did so. At least one good thing would come out of tonight.
“Hey! Did you want me to perform your vows while you’re at it?” 
“Did you say ‘be safe’?”
JJ and Pope didn’t hesitate to poke fun at your sibling once he returned to your group. You ignored them, eyes focused on your blonde friend as she glanced inside the passenger window of the truck. She flipped around to raise her arms in confusion when she didn’t find an answer. John B motioned for her to come back, but he was ignored when she pointed inside to signal where she was going. 
“No, no! Don’t go inside!” Pope whisper-yelled as he watched her disappear into the front door. He turned towards John B. “Do the bird call!”
Your brother attempted the worst bird call in history that almost made you blow your cover by bursting into giggles. You shook your head at them as they attempted to do it the right way. “Losers. I’m going over.” You pushed yourself up on the concrete wall before hopping over. John B made a move to follow you but was interrupted by the sharp honking of a horn. You took a glance back, realizing they were caught by security and started running towards the house. 
You stared at the doorknob, a rush of fear running through you at the idea of entering this house willingly. It took a quick second to convince yourself that you were doing this for Pope, and even for Sarah. You weren’t about the let her walk into this house with her murderous brother on a rampage. 
The door was silent as you pushed it open, thankfully stepping into a silent room as you closed the door behind you. You knew this house more than you ever wished to, and being back here was weird, but as long as you avoided that room, you hoped it would be okay. 
Walking up the stairs, you headed in the general direction of Sarah’s room in hopes that she would maybe hide there first. The dark room was empty upon your arrival. “Sarah?” You whispered as you tried to navigate around it without bumping into anything.
“Oh my God, Wheeze. We gotta make this quick, okay?”
A sharp gasp left your mouth before you slammed a hand over your lips to keep quiet. Rafe’s voice echoed around the empty space as his footsteps hit the stairs nearby. He was clearly complaining to the youngest Cameron which told you that he didn’t find your friend just yet. His voice became distant before you heard quieter footsteps. 
Turning the corner, you could see Rafe’s silhouette in Wheezie’s room through the crack in her door. Without wasting a second, you were darting down the stairs in hopes of finding Sarah. Thankfully, the blonde girl ducked out of a bedroom at the perfect second. You had just enough time to place your finger over her lips before she screamed. A moment passed before she processed it was you and tugged your arm to lead you down the stairs. 
You followed her outside to where the truck was parked in the wrap-around driveway. “You came after me?” Sarah almost yelled as she turned to you in shock. “Are you insane?”
“In my defense, everyone was going to follow me!” You told her as she shoved the keys in her hand into the lock on the back doors. “I didn’t want to leave you alone!”
She ignored you and finally got the door unlocked. Handing you the keys, she twisted the handle as the metal creaked and swung out to reveal the back of the truck to you both. You didn’t even attempt to find the cross when the first thing you noticed was a pair of eyes staring back, unblinking. The second thing you noticed, was that it was the face of Limbrey’s partner, Renfield. Sarah’s fingers dug into your shoulder as the two of you stepped back with the realization that there was a dead body, here, in front of you, in the truck that Rafe had been driving.
An aggressive yank had a gasp falling from your lips before your back slammed against the metal of the truck. Tears sprung to your eyes as your already sore back and shoulder sparked pain down your spine. You were suddenly face to face with the person who you couldn’t seem to escape. 
Rafe’s expression broke into a devilish smirk at the idea of having you back into his hands again. “I really wish you didn’t do that.”
“Get off of me!” You spat back fingers digging into his wrists that were heavy on your shoulders. You shoved him aggressively, the two of you wrestling for a moment before Rafe’s arm was arround your throat and holding you tightly against him. Sarah yanked on her brother’s hood, choking him back before he latched onto her hair, literally dragging the two of you back into the house. 
The tile floor beneath you was chilly as Rafe tossed you forward without a care for your well-being. Sarah’s body collided with yours a second later before the door slammed shut and clicked locked. 
“What the hell!” Sarah grabbed the first bottle of wine she could find and threw it into the wall where it shattered into pieces. Another bottle, this time champagne, followed as you attempted to pull yourself off the floor. Your spine was aching with each movement and you knew it was just a matter of time before the injury got worse. You couldn’t keep doing this running thing forever.
“Rafe! Let us out!” Sarah pounded on the door aggressively, her facade breaking.
“I’m not letting you out, Sarah. Not until you calm down, okay? I’m trying to be civil here.”
“You asshole!” You were on your feet next, your hand colliding with the wood as rage filled you. No way you were about to be trapped back in this house again. Your saving grace was the form of Sarah Cameron beside you, reminding you that you weren’t alone.
Another voice joined the conversation, one that Sarah recognized right away. “Rose? Rafe locked us in!” She turned towards you, her hand grasping yours to offer any comfort possible. 
“You fail to understand that constantly, don��t you? Huh?” Rafe’s body slammed against the door causing you to jump back in shock. 
“Shut the hell up!” You snapped back, your foot connecting with the barrier. You couldn’t believe this was happening all over again. 
“Is that Y/N? Rafe, what the hell is going on?” Rose’s voice carried through the wood, now becoming your only hope of help to getting out. 
Stepping back, you sat on the couch in the room and placed your head in your hands as you tried to breathe. Sarah continued to bang on the door, ignoring Rose’s pleads to calm down. She turned to you when the answering stopped, collapsing into your side with a heavy breath. The silence of sniffles and cries continued until the lock on the door clicked and opened to reveal Rose.
“Girls?”
The two of you clambered off the couch towards her, Sarah crying about calling the cops as she stumbled into the large arm chairs in the hallway. You sat next to her, pulling your legs up into your chest as you glanced around the room in an attempt to keep an eye out for the inevitable. 
“What happened?” Rose asked as she tried to coach Sarah through her breathing. “Y/N, hey. What happened?”
“There’s a dead body in the truck,” You answered simply as you stared ahead emotionless. You took the teacup Rose offered, letting the liquid burn your throat without waiting. “Rafe killed Renfield.”
Rose hesitated for a second, listening as Sarah choked through more details while she waited for her tea to cool down. She eventually took the chance to sip on the warm drink, her breathing calming as she was forced to hold in air. “L-Last time Rafe did that… Dad took the blame, and you see where that got him.”
“Sarah, you’re absolutely right,” Rose agreed as she placed her hand on her stepdaughter’s knee. “I told your dad so many times that there was something wrong with Rafe. You just need to calm down. It’s gonna be okay.”
Taking a deep breath, your head felt light from the crying and yelling you had done. Leaning back, you crossed your arms over your chest, the exhaustion from running nonstop settling in. Glancing over at Sarah, you could see panic slowly fill her face as she looked to you. Her eyes drifted to the teacup and suddenly, your adrenaline crash made sense. 
“What’d you do?” You whispered, your hand reaching out to grab onto Sarah’s sleeve. This feeling of helplessness and dread was sickening.
“What’d you do?” Sarah repeated the question as the teacup crashed to the floor so she could grab your fingers. “Rose.”
The woman in front of you dug a pill bottle out of her pocket. “I’m really sorry. Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise. I promise. I need you to rest okay? When you wake up, everything’s going to be okay. I had to do whatever it takes to keep this family together, Sarah.”
Your eyes were heavy as you tried to blink the fuzziness away but sleep… sleep sounded so so good.
Rose stared silently for a moment, her heart aching at the idea of putting you anywhere near Rafe again, but they were compromised and she couldn’t risk leaving you here and running back to your brother. Not when the feds were already on their case. It would just risk further investigation and that was the last thing she needed. After assuring you were both unconscious and conversing with her stepson about the body and where to go, she called Wheezie down to help move the final pieces. 
Wheezie stared at the sight of you and Sarah, mostly asleep against each other in the foyer. “What happened with them?” 
Rose shushed her and wrapped your arm over her shoulder, pointing for the younger girl to do the same with Sarah. “They’re fine, it’s just been a long day. Y/N was freaking out about being back in the house and so Sarah freaked out and they wouldn’t stop crying. I gave them an anti-anxiety pill. They’ll be fine.”
Sarah and Wheezie were lugging behind, the younger girl struggling with the weight of her sister. Rose pulled the car door open, ungracefully dropping you inside before running to help get Sarah in too. She wasted no time to climb in the driver’s seat and start the car.
Across the lawn, JJ’s heart fell out of his chest at the sight of you, unconscious, in Rose’s arms. He knew he shouldn’t have let you hop the fence, but you were stubborn and he couldn’t risk getting you caught with them in the first place. 
“What’d she do to them?” John B whispered as he watched the scene unfold. The idea of losing both of you to wherever Rose was going was not about to become true. Not after you had made it this far. When Wheezie shut the door behind her and the car started moving, the two boys took off in an attempt to stop it.
Your eyes attempted to focus with the blur of lights. You could feel Sarah’s shoe in your side, the leather seats behind your back. The clothes on your body were not your own but you didn’t have the energy to piece it all together.
Hands smacking against car windows made you jump. You could barely recognize your brother’s voice, JJ’s right behind him before they faded away. Taking a deep breath, you filtered it as a dream and fell back into a peaceful sleep once again. 
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Waking up was nowhere near as comfortable as to when you fell asleep. The ground beneath you felt wobbly unlike the smooth bumps of a car and there was nothing but the hum of machines to fill your ears. The pounding in your skull was mind numbing and the sun shining in your eyes didn’t help either. With a deep gasp, you sat up sharply to see the small room you had been left in. Soft sweatpants and a tank top covered your body along with a zip-up jacket, most likely remainders of clothes that had been in the house from when you were trapped there.
Sarah was nowhere to be found and from the looks of it, you were alone. Glancing out the windows, your heart sank at the sight of a never ending ocean which meant you were on a boat going who knows where away from your brother, JJ, and your friends. 
Moving to your feet, you grabbed the door handle in hopes it would be unlocked but that obviously was a long shot. You groaned, hand slamming against the wood in annoyance before sitting back in the chair you had originally been in. The sound of footsteps approached quickly before the lock clicked and the door opened. 
You didn’t know what you expected when you looked up - a miracle hopefully, but the glaring eyes of Rafe Cameron were easy to ruin that dream. You closed your eyes tightly, digging your fingers against your scalp as if it would wake you up from this real life nightmare. 
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N… I told you we might as well be friends at this point. Make our lives easier.”
“Leave me the fuck alone, Rafe,” You grumbled as you stared at your ruined shoes beneath you. The less you had to look at him, the better.
A harsh hand grabbed your hair, yanking your head back to you were forced to look up. “You’re so lucky I convinced Rose to bring you up here. She was going to leave you at the house, all alone.”
Your hand grabbed his forearm and squeezed it tightly until he finally let go. “Am I supposed to appreciate that? This isn’t the first time you’ve stolen me from my family, you fucking psychopath!” The harsh sting on your cheek was expected and after you got over the initial pain of the slap, you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation in front of you and got to your feet. “God! What is it going to take for you to learn that I’m never staying with you, I hate every part of your being, and no matter how long you think you can keep me here, JJ and John B will find me, and you are going to lose. I will make sure of it.”
Chest to chest with the face of the person who haunted your sleep, the rush of anger and adrenaline in your veins held you still as you looked him in the eye. You refused to be scared of him, not when you were hundreds to thousands of miles from your family. 
The silence was teirrifying in itself before Rafe tugged your arm and led you out of the room. You didn’t bother to ask questions and refused to let him know you were nervous. He turned a few corners, grip getting increasingly tighter before practically launching you into a room like the one you had been. 
The first person you saw was Sarah, her face exhausted and annoyance evident in her features. You were thankful to see her, knowing the two of you might have a chance of getting out of here together. All of that hope disappeared the second the person sitting across from her turned to look at you. Ward Cameron, alive and well in front of you. It was almost silly to think your group would finally get a chance at the gold, or even the cross again.
Ward ignored your presence in the room, continuing to explain to Sarah about his remorse for not calling her, for the whole lie of his death. Rafe didn’t hesitate to make a shitty comment about being the only grateful child. His fingers ran across the bare skin of your neck making you tense as you stood there, frozen.
“That’s psychopathic. Both of you,” Sarah shot back, her eyes drifting from Rafe behind you to her father.
“I promised Rafe that he would’t go to prison for helping me,” Ward continued, “I had to make good on that promise.”
“Not that you care.”
“Did it look like I didn’t care when I thought Dad was dead?” Your friend defended herself as she glared at her brother. 
Rafe shook his head. “It-It actually looked like you cared about running off with some asshole-”
“It looked like all you cared about was the inheritance!” Tugging your arm out of Rafe’s grasp, you shoved him away from you in favor of sitting on the couch near Sarah. 
Ward eventually got both siblings to quit screaming before turning towards her again. “I know you’re angry right now, and rightfully so. The important thing is that it’s all behind us now. It is. We’re gonna live a new life, a-and Y/N can stay with us. All of us, together.” 
“Oh, hell no,” You mumbled under your breath, palms coming up to rub your eyes in hopes that you would blink and be back at home with JJ. You couldn’t even be surprised about the way everything went down, and of course, Rafe gets to drag you into it because Ward doesn’t care what he does. 
Sarah stared at her dad blankly as he attempted to convince her that the destination would be paradise. You kept watching as he slid a stack of tourist papers over to her. She leaned forward to catch them all in her hands before shoving them back towards Ward. “I want to call my friends, and I want to call my boyfriend. Can I at least just tell them that Y/N and I are okay?”
To your shock, Ward nodded. “Yes, of course you can. As soon as we get there, you both can call John B. He knows you’re here, right?”
You let out a bitter laugh, “No. He doesn’t. Your psychopathic son kidnapped us and your crazy ass wife drugged us!” Your brother would much rather throw himself into the ocean than let something like this happen.
Ward copied your laugh and threw all the crumbled papers into the garbage. “He came by the house not long after you two fell asleep. You know the cross you’ve all been looking for? Rafe was able to get it. Turns out, that I guess historically, it belongs to the Heywards.”
“Yeah, we know.”
“Well, it turns out that the most important thing to me, is you, so I gave John B the cross for you. And I let Rafe bring Y/N, because you need someone you can trust, and I know that’s not me right now.”
You and Sarah shared a glance, completely unbelieving of any word Ward was speaking. You crossed your arms over your chest. “Oh, and John B was okay with that?”
Ward came to crouch between the two of you. “Well, um, I had just given him a half-billion-dollar artifact, so, yeah. He seemed pretty okay. I don’t know what to tell you, girls”
You wanted nothing more than to kick him straight in the face and to watch his blood pour across his dress shirt. This family was fucked up and you weren’t staying here much longer to find out how bad. Whether you had to swim to the closest island or find a way to sneak out yourself, you were gonna do it. 
Rose and Wheezie came in a few moments later, Wheezie very much excited about the idea of going to a privately owned island. Sarah completely ignored her sibling in favor of looking up to avoid eye-contact. It didn’t take long for the awkward silence to win, with Rafe and Ward heading who knows where and Wheezie leaving in search of cards for you, Sarah, and Rose to be left. 
Sarah nudged your foot slightly, giving you a look before she groaned and stood up. You watched her carefully, not sure what exactly she had planned but giving her the space to do so. Suddenly, she stumbled across the room, catching Rose’s attention.
“Whoa, Sarah. Hey, what’s wrong, sweetie?” The magazine she was holding was discarded, her attention now fully on her stepchild.
“I just think I’m gonna be seasick,” Sarah whined as she leaned against one of the counters. 
Rose stood up from her seat, claiming she had ‘just the thing’ to cure Sarah’s faux sickness. While Rose occupied herself with digging through the closet, Sarah was waving you along out the door that Wheezie had accidentally left open. The two of you slipped out into the yellow-lit hallway and made your way through an open door to the cargo area. Glancing around, your eyes caught sight of the one object that definitely wasn’t supposed to be here: The Cross of Santo Domingo.
Tapping Sarah’s arm aggressively, you caught her attention before pointing towards the object that was resting in a large wooden crate. With a roll of her eyes and a newfound anger, she continued out of the hallway until you guys finally came to fresh air. You took a long look at the ocean, no sign of land anywhere near, before following Sarah up a flight of stairs towards the main cabin.
From the window, you could identify two crew members inside but a freehand walkie talkie close by that you could snag given a distraction. Sarah motioned to two almost empty buckets of paint that were set nearby. She grabbed one and waved you towards the doorway before tossing it across the deck. One of the crew members turned immediately at the noise as Sarah ducked to hide. 
As the crew member stepped outside, you had just enough time to grab the walkie talkie and step back out to where Sarah was hiding. Fingers shaking as you dialed 911, neither you nor Sarah even saw a crew member approaching when the radio crackled to life. 
“Dispatch 60290.”
“Hello? Hello, my name’s Y/N, I’m on a boat called the Coastal Venture. I’m with Sarah Cameron, we’ve-we’ve been kidnapped. I need-” Someone grabbed the radio of your hands with a demanding shush of silence. You stared at him with wide eyes as he kept your shoulder pressed against the wall and raised the radio to his ear.
“Yeah, that’s just my teenage daughter playing pranks again. Yeah, sorry.” He ended the call and applied more pressure to keep you in your spot as Sarah watched, concern. “You’re in deep shit, kid.”
Another crew member came to watch you and Sarah while the previous one, you assumed the captain, busied himself with calling Ward. The man was quick to come to your location, giving you and Sarah a glare as he stepped in to speak with the captain. 
Taking a deep breath, you slouched against the side of the boat and slumped down against the wall. You just wanted to get the hell off this ship and as far away from the Cameron family as you possibly could. Rafe’s weird obsession with you was becoming a little too real at this point, especially if he’s somehow convinced Ward to bring you along as if it wouldn’t just raise questions.
“Are you okay?” Sarah asked as sat down next to you. She knew it was an obvious question and that you probably didn’t want to talk to her, but she felt like she needed to ask.
You shrugged, eyes scanning the ocean around you. “I thought I would be free of this… repetitive endless loop. I don’t know why your brother is so obsessed with me, but Sarah… if it comes between staying on this boat or jumping into the ocean, I’m out,” You admitted as you looked over at her. “I don’t expect you to follow me, it’s probably a death wish, but I can’t stay here.”
“I’d come with you,” She admitted in a heart beat. “Somehow I just know you and I would do better out there than we think.”
Your small conversation was interrupted when Ward slammed the door of the cabin shut and stomped towards both of you. He didn’t hesitate to grab the hoods of your jackets and drag you down the stairs to the main level. There was a moment of quiet, one you dreaded because you knew the screaming match was on the other side. 
“Do you want them to take you?” The question was low and heavy as it slipped from Ward’s mouth.
“We didn’t ask to be here!” Sarah defended as she tossed her hands around in frustration.
“You’re here, and you’re staying here!” Ward screamed right back, the tone of his voice enough to send you into shock as you stumbled back away from him. It had been months since you’d heard him yell that way and it still struck you in the gut the way it had before. He was terrifying, and he scared you, and worst of all, he knew it too.
Sarah smacked her dad’s hand away in order to grab yours and pull you with her as she stormed away from the scene. What the two of you missed, was the sight of your brother looking over the railing with the painful realization that Ward Cameron was alive. What you missed, was that your friends managed to sneak on the boat and were looking for you and Sarah, risking their own lives and recruiting Cleo to help their mission. Your body felt like it was floating, no doubt your brain’s defense to keep you away from all the memories threatening to cave you in. Part of you regretted hopping over the wall to help Sarah that night, but honestly, you didn’t. You didn’t want her to go through this alone.
Turning the wrong corner, your luck ran you straight into Rafe Cameron, who had obviously been waiting for your arrival. He took your moment of distraction to grasp onto your wrist and twist your arm painfully behind your back. A sharp whimper left your mouth as he pushed you along, Sarah screaming and fighting her dad behind you. 
“You Pogues never learn your lesson, huh? Someone always has to get hurt.” His statement was venomous yet you still wanted to roll your eyes at him. Kook King Rafe Camerone wouldn’t be winning every battle, you would make sure of that. Especially once you got off this boat with Sarah, one of his biggest prizes would be swimming away before he could blink. 
Rafe pulled you into a dark red room, an alarm blaring nearby for unknown reasons, but it was enough to give you a headache. “This is what happens when we can’t trust you,” Rafe tried to reason.
You laughed and moved away from him when he dropped his grip. “Oh, yes. Because you and your dad are so trustworthy!” You shot back as Ward and Sarah stumbled in the room together. “We saw the cross. The whole ridiculous speech you gave about trading it was see through. Do either of you ever tell the truth?” 
You felt like a little kid arguing with your dad as you did so often. He always took John B’s side, never yours. He never let you do anything that your brother got away with. Your whole life, you were second place, limited, weak. And here you were, back in the same scenario with Ward and Rafe screaming at you and Sarah. 
“Since you both clearly cannot make good decisions, I will make them for you!” Ward turned towards you after he finished yelling at his daughter. “Decision one, you will not see John B or that Maybank boy again. Ever. You’re both coming with us, for good. One day, you will see. You’ll grow up and you’ll see I’m doing this for you.” He pointed at Sarah before making a move to leave.
“No, you’re not!” She clipped back. “Everything you do is for yourself. You are greedy. You are selfish. You are manipulative, you are a liar.”
“I am your father.”
“And you are a murderer.” 
The loud smack that followed made you gasp as Ward’s hand landed against Sarah’s cheek. With wide eyes, you launched yourself on Ward’s back and wrapped your arm around his neck, choking him with force. 
“You sick son of a bitch!” You screamed as he tried to pull you off to no avail. Rafe’s hands yanked at your jacket before Sarah launched at him with a wrench she found nearby. Ward’s fingers grasped as your arms as he gasped for air, but you weren’t giving up so easily. “Oh, how’s it feel, Ward Cameron? Is this how you killed my father? Tossed him in the ocean to never be seen again? Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?”
He moved sharply, nailing your spine into a ridge in the wall that had you crying in pain and releasing your hold on him. You didn’t hesitate to collect yourself off the ground, pulling Sarah’s arm from where she had just knocked Rafe in the back of the head so the two of you could get out of there. Sarah turned and locked the door as quickly as possible, but the heavy metal did nothing to mute the screams coming from the other side. 
A broken order to meet at the tween forward hull came over the PA but neither of you bothered to listen to it and continued to run as far as you could. Sarah turned a sharp corner, leading the two of you straight to where a decent sized lifeboat was dangling over the water. She tossed her sweatshirt inside and moved to unlock all the latches keeping everything tied up.
You followed her lead, grabbing anything that looked useful before hitting the lever to move the lifeboat further over the water so you could lower it. It hit the water shortly after, both of you sharing a smile of success before you started throwing the ladder off the side to climb down. Throwing the last rung off the side, you stood up straight with a smile. “Let’s go home, Sarah.”
When the blonde girl didn’t answer, you turned around to see her in a staring match with her father who had managed to escape the lock on the door. She took a step back into your hands, pointing a sharp finger at her dad. “You get the hell away from me! I’m not doing this shit anymore, I’m not going with you!” She shouted angrily.
Ward surprisingly nodded. “I know, I get it. I mean it took a while because I didn’t wanna believe, but… I finally understand what everybody was trying to tell me. You’re not one of us. Right? Not anymore. And you never will be. But now, the problem is this… what do I do now?”
“You let us go,” Sarah said, the nerves clear throughout her body as she stood in front of him. You could tell she was terrified and after the events of today, you didn’t blame her. 
“Let you go?” Ward repeated before laughing. “Let you go back and tell everyone that I’m alive and tell them where we are and what we’ve done? Baby, come on now. You know I can’t do that.” He placed his hands on her neck softly. “I don’t know what to do with you!” 
In a swift movement, his grip tightened and he pushed her back against the metal side. You screamed in shock, jumping forward to grab Ward’s throat and throw him off balance. He seemed to be expecting it though, and with a harsh shove, you were colliding with the other wall of the boat. 
Your body was sending big red flags with even the slightest of movements. Your shoulder ached, back scorching with pain, but you refused to watch Sarah die at the hands of her own father. Attempting to sit up, you grabbed the side of the boat but a sharp pain up your spine kept you grounded.
“Sarah! Let her go!” You screamed in hopes that someone, anyone would hear and stop Ward. You knew you were hopeful to think anyone would even come in between him and murdering someone, but you had to try.
“Get off her!”
A blur of pink flooded your vision as someone ran forward, yanking Ward off of Sarah. The Cameron patriarch crumbled to the ground with the force of the punch before you were able to focus your vision enough to recognize your brother was standing a few feet away. He didn’t hesitate to hold Sarah in his grasp, the two of them mumbling reassurances as you managed to pull yourself into a sitting position.
“John B!” Your shout was a split second late as Ward managed to get back on his feet and tackled your brother from his spot. Sarah yelled out in shock, her hands grasping at her dad in a futile attempt to make him stop. John B managed to elbow Ward in the ribs to gain enough time to pull away and kick the older man in the stomach.
Once John B had the upper hand, Sarah took a second to run to your side. “I gotcha, here.” Her hands were gentle as they helped pull you from the ground, a sharp hiss leaving your lips as you did so. All the nonstop running and chaos more than likely irritated previous injuries and subjected you to new ones. There wasn’t any time to worry about it now, though.
John B managed to hit hard enough that Ward’s skull connected with the low side of the boat causing an instant formation of blood. You watched as your brother crouched down to taunt the man who had ruined so much of his life. “Is this how you did it? Is this how you killed my father? You just threw him in the ocean?”
Tears burned your eyes as you listened to John B almost repeat the exact same thing you had said to Ward not too long ago. As much as you tried to avoid it, you were just kids. Kids who were mourning their father who had been lost. There was no closure, no happy ending, and you were thrown head first into this crazy whirlwind of treasure hunting with no form of guidance. 
“I never got to say goodbye because of you. This is all your fault.” 
John B shifted to pick Ward up by the fabric of his shirt, leaning to throw the man overboard as he pictured his father in a similar position. He hesitated, taking a second to look at Sarah, who gave him a teary nod. Your brother looked to you next, taking in the exhaustion on your face and the tears on your cheeks as you held yourself in a hug. He refused to let you watch him do this, and he refused to let Sarah feel alone because of him. 
Deciding against what he really wanted to do, John B let go of Ward’s shirt. Sarah let out a visible sigh of relief but didn’t say a word. Your brother was quick to jump back into action. “Hey, we gotta go, okay? I got you, we gotta pick up the others.”
He turned to you a second later before pulling you into a bone crushing hug. A sob threatened to break free from your throat at the feeling of being held by your older brother, the realization that he actually didn’t forget about you this time overwhelming. You couldn’t care about the pain rushing through your body with every movement, you were just glad he was here.
“You’re okay, promise,” He reassured as he let go to hold your hand instead. Turning back to Sarah, he grabbed her hand too before the three of you placed yourselves on the edge of the boat. You could see the lifeboat down below and there was no time to climb the ladder at this point. John B gave a quick countdown before you jumped into the dark ocean below. 
The water felt cool for a moment, relaxing the tension in your body as you swam to the surface. John B and Sarah were there seconds later, all of you swimming as fast as possible towards the lifeboat. Grabbing the ropes along the side, you kicked your legs as hard as you could to get some momentum to climb up the boat. Each movement caused a tingling sensation across your back, but you had come way too far to stop now.
John B climbed up next, reaching out to help Sarah before he moved to start the engine. Just as it kicked to life, you watched as two more people jumped from the deck of the boat into the water. John B quickly steered the lifeboat in their direction until you could make out Pope’s familiar face alongside a girl you hadn’t seen before.
Hands reaching out, you and Sarah grabbed onto the girl and pulled her aboard as John B hauled Pope up next to you. “Oh my God!” Sarah practically screamed as she recognized the girl you had just pulled from the water. “Cleo, holy shit!”
“Long time no see, girl,” Cleo responded as she hugged Sarah tightly. You didn’t bother with introductions, figuring it could wait until you weren’t fighting for your life in an endless ocean.
“Where’s J and Kie?” 
Your brother’s question had you turning towards him in concern. “JJ?” You repeated your boyfriend’s name in shock that the whole damn crew had managed to sneak onto the boat without getting caught. 
“We’re gonna find them,” John B assured you as he began to turn the boat towards the other side of the Coastal Venture. 
The rush of water in your ears was almost deafening but even still, you could hear a distance scream, “John B! Help!”
You could make out Kie’s head as she strugged to swim above the rocky waves. Your heart sank as you recognized the blond hair barely moving next to her. “JJ!” 
Similar screams echoed behind you as hands fought hands to grab onto your boyfriend and relieve Kie of his weight so she could climb up. You and John B managed to pull him up in between the two of you as you tried to wake him up. The sight of blood on his forehead terrified you.
“J, come on.” You were so sick of crying all the time, but nothing scared you more than the idea of JJ not being here. “Come on, come on!” You tapped his cheek aggressively, trying in vein to snap him out of shock. You were so overwhelmed with trying to wake him up that you didn’t notice the lifeboat engine stalling, or the face that Rafe had a gun aimed straight at you. 
“JJ, please!” Your voice cracked with tears that you couldn’t hold back as the reality that JJ might not be coming back from this fight hit you full force. “You can’t leave me, you promised! Wake up!”
An aggressive cough finally escaped his mouth as he let out all the water he had inhaled while unconscious. A wave of relief took over as you finally relaxed next to him with your hand still on his shoulder in fear that he would disappear if you let go. Everyone crowded him with words of concern as John B continued to steer you all away. 
JJ followed the feeling along his arm up to your worried face. You stared back at him, a small smile on your lips with ugly tears no doubt still on your cheeks. His expression was blank, probably confused from what he woke up to, but he was okay, and that was all that mattered.
“Sup?”
You collided against him, hands searching for any bare skin you could grab to just feel him, and hold him, and ground yourself. JJ shifted to sit up so he could hold you properly, letting you settle into his lap once he got his thoughts together. His arms were snug around you as he pieced together that you were okay, and you were here, with him. No more Rafe Cameron, no more kidnapping. You were safe in his arms.
“Just always looking for attention, huh?”
JJ laughed, one of his hands letting go of your waist to gently touch the side of his head. “What the hell happened?”
“Blunt end of a machete,” Kie answered simply, grabbing one of the towels you had thrown aboard to hold it against JJ’s head to stop the bleeding.
“Next time, duck.”
As the boat continued to coast away from the Coastal Venture, vows of the treasure hunt not being over were promised, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were just thankful to have your family, here, in one piece more or less. That was all that mattered.
Your group settled into a rather comfortable conversation, everyone catching up on what was missed. Cleo was apparently the girl who had helped Sarah and John B in Nassau, saving their lives more than once. Your friends had snuck onto the boat through one of the shipping containers, sweating it out until Pope and John B were brave enough to take the risk to look around. Sarah relayed your half of the story, letting everyone know how Ward had escaped and Rose was in on it. 
“Hi,” JJ’s voice was quiet as he looked down at you. Your sweatshirt sleeve had been ripped off in favor of wrapping the material around his head to keep the bleeding down, but if you were honest, it just made him look silly. 
“Hi,” You repeated as you leaned your head against his shoulder, not wanting to separate from him yet. Your heart was racing, the adrenaline refusing to wear off just yet until you guys found safety somewhere. This never ending battle of attempting to find some normalcy was pointless now, and all you could hope for was that your family would be able to stick together through whatever was coming.
“Are you okay?” JJ lips were gentle on your temple as he held you close. He couldn’t lie around the fear in his chest when you went missing. There was no way to tell if you were okay, if Rafe had gotten to you or if you were in a mindset he couldn’t pull you out of. JJ just wanted to make everything okay again. 
You looked up at him, placing a small kiss on his jawline before settling in the crook of his neck. “I will be.”
And so, here you were. A group of chaotic, overwhelmed teenagers who had nothing to their names. No food, no clothes, just you and the wide ocean ahead of you. You didn’t know what would happen from here, if you guys would figure it out or if you would die in this lifeboat with nothing left. But you honestly couldn’t care; as long as you had your family with you, you’d be fine.
To going full Pogue.
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pillowspace · 6 months
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hi! you write ur stuff on ao3 (or at least yk.. put it there) and my question is: how. I've been wanting to write n stuff for a little while but I do Not know how to use ao3. like to the point I don't even know how to use the searches n stuff. I just click links on Tumblr and go "this is great" and hit the little button at the bottom of the page. I know absolutely Nothing about this site and I Don't know how to learn
I'm good with navigation, but I am very bad at posting. I literally accidentally made 19 drafts of the last CSD chapter I posted and had to delete them one by one. So! I'll explain navigation, and if you have a specific question on posting, I can help with that. But uh, I'm better with navigation for broad advice:
You can search by "last updated," and sometimes I do do that. But what I tend to do is I go into a fandom's tag, go into filters, and sort by "Bookmarks"
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From here, you're already mostly safe to read the most beloved works if you don't have something specific you want in mind. But let's say... you suddenly really want fics with modern themes, but you don't know the tags for that. Scroll to "Other tags to include," type in "modern," and watch for what tags appear.
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Okay! Cool! I want Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, so I'll press that. BUT WAIT. I want fics that don't take place in a university! What do I do?
Scroll down to "Other tags to exclude" and follow that same logic
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Oh, huh... I'm not interested in smut or graphic gore... what now? Perhaps I should open "Ratings" under "Exclude" and hit "Explicit"
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Extra information. Relationships tags with PersonA/PersonB with a / are romantic. PersonA & PersonB with an & are platonic
So you're good to go with this alone. Buuuuut, let's say you want some more details.
I'm tired tonight, so I'd like to read a completed work that's under 20,000 words. Here's how I'd do that, opening Word Count and Completion Status under More Options
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There's "More Options." Even I don't have this fully down, but this can be useful if you ever need it.
So let's say, you want fluff and whump fics to come up in your search. Either or. Fics that are just fluff, alongside fics that are just whumps, alongside fics that are fluff and whumps. You would type in "fluff OR whump". Caps lock OR
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But wait! This whole time, you've actually been looking for a fic you forgot the name of! But you recall that in its description, it had the words "the trees stood tall." How would you search for that? Well, put that into quotation marks. It will search for those words in that exact order.
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You can combine this with OR. Like...
"the trees stood tall" OR "the meadows were golden"
Also, adding a * onto a word will... ah, I don't know how to describe this. Let's say you put in app*. Your search will bring up fics containing the words app, apples, applies, applicable, appliance, etc. Words that start with app
And maybe
Just maybe
You're asking because of the DCA, and I have a complex DCA + reader/oc search I wrote up already saved that I can link to anyone
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goddessofroyalty · 6 months
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I watched the One Piece live action. Should have known this was coming.
Posting his taster/first scene because I'm not sure if this fic is going to end up as a 5000 word oneshot of like 3-5 chapter thing and I kind of want to finish it before I start posting so I do know. But also want to share some of it because I can.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairings: Zoro/Sanji
Tags: Omegaverse, mpreg, accidental pregnancy.
Summary: Zoro and Sanji are having a baby. Luffy seems more excited about this than either of the parents-to-be.
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“You’re not stupid,” Luffy says. He had come into the kitchen to see if lunch was ready yet only to be instead met with their cook braced against the bench cursing himself out. “Why do you think you are?”  
Nobody on his crew should be thinking themselves stupid or useless.
“Uh-” Sanji says, looking up at Luffy with an expression like he has been caught trying to sneak into the fridges. Which is silly – he’s allowed to do whatever he wants in the kitchen and is the one that yells at them when they try to eat the food before it’s ready. “It’s nothing.”  
“What’s nothing?” Usopp asks as the rest of the crew join them. Luffy’s hunger pains clearly right that it should be food time now and it seems like lunch’s preparation has only just started. More evidence that there’s something going on with Sanji.  
The way Sanji curses at them all being there and snatches something up from the table to shove into his pockets only makes him seem more suspicious.  
When Luffy glances at the other three crew members they clearly agree with his assessment of Sanji’s behaviour.  
"Sanji was calling himself stupid." Luffy hopes it isn’t another instance of someone forcing his crew member to do something they didn’t want like with Nami. Not that he doesn’t want to fight anyone, especially if it’s for his crew, just that he hates to see his crew cry.  
“I merely lost track of time,” Sanji says with an awkward laugh, running his fingers through his hair. “Lunch is going to be late today, now if you could give me some space I will endeavour to have something to you as soon as possible.”  
“What could be so distracting that you forgot about lunch?” Zoro asks.  
Sanji glares at Zoro for it but also watches Nami cautiously out the corner of his eye as she walks around the bench to him, her hand dragging lazily along it.  
“You know, things,” Sanji snarls at Zoro before softening his face as he turns to Nami, “I do apologise for the tardiness but I promise I will serve something that more than makes up for it for you.”  
“I’m sure,” Nami says with a smile that even Luffy’s figured out means she’s up to something.  
Sanji makes a mistake letting her get closer. Their navigator quickly going for the pocket he shoved the thing in previously. Moving far enough away Sanji can’t quickly grab it back and turning away from them all likely to examine her prize.  
“Oh shit!”  
“What?” Luffy demands when she turns around to look back at Sanji with wide eyes. He hates not knowing things about his crew!  
“You’re pregnant.”  
Sanji grimaces at it. Snatching the item back and tossing it to the side before running his thumb along his top lip.  
“It appears I am,” he confirms.  
Nami and Usopp immediately turning to face Zoro so Luffy joins them so he isn’t missing out on whatever the reason they are is.  
“Why are you looking at me like it’s my fault!?”  
“Because Luffy isn’t interested in things like that, I certainly haven’t done anything with Sanji, and Nami is an omega as well so even if they did it wouldn’t result in Sanji being pregnant,” Usopp says, counting them off on his fingers. “That just leaves you, our resident alpha.”  
“He could have slept with someone while we were in the last port.”  
“Hey! How dare you make assumptions like that!” Sanji snaps, thankfully more lively again. “Not that it would matter if I had but I haven’t.”  
“Oh,” Zoro says.  
“Now all of you, out of my kitchen!” Sanji says in the same tone he uses after he’s discovered them digging through the cupboards without permission.  
Luffy wants to ask if this means lunch is still on or not but Usopp is dragging him from the room by his collar before he has the chance.  
“If you want to talk,” Nami says to Sanji with a twist of her head. Luffy figures she means something about the omegas business the two of them often tell him they’re up to when they want him to butt out of whatever it is they are doing. He’s pretty sure it’s only actual omega business maybe half of the time.  
“Perhaps later,” Sanji says, running a knuckle along her hand as she leaves his side to join Luffy and Usopps. Not before giving Zoro a glare as she passes.  
They are nearly out the door when a thought hits Luffy and he’s sticking his head back in.  
“This means we’ll have a new member of the crew soon right!?”  
“A baby isn’t exactly a crew member Luffy,” Nami says, her hand joining Usopp’s on his collar as they drag his body away from the door, his neck stretching as they do.  
“No, a baby can be a member of a pirate crew.” Luffy’s sure there must be pirates out there with babies in their crew. Not everyone was like Shanks and, well, babies happened sometimes much like how it was happening now. It wasn’t like they would just give it up nor kick Sanji or Zoro off for having one. They were his crew.  
“Can we talk about it later,” Sanji says, his elbows against the counter and his head buried in his hands.  
Zoro didn’t look much better, standing in the shadows of the room and staring in the direction of the cabinets and Luffy’s pretty sure it’s not because he’s thinking of the food in them. 
“Luffy, come on!” Usopp yelled as he and Nami just kept stretching Luffy’s neck while trying to drag him away.  
“They need to talk alone,” Nami adds.  
“Alright, alright,” Luffy says, giving a smile at the two of his crew left in the room. “Enjoy your talk you two!”  
He snaps his neck back to his body only to be met by Nami cursing him and Usopp shaking his head at him.  
“What!?” Sure, Sanji and Zoro fought and argued most of the time but that was just how they communicated best with each other. And a baby to join their crew is exciting news!  
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sweater (s. harrington x reader)
Steve Harrington finds a sweater in your wardrobe that he doesn’t recognize. (boyfriend!steve) helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs (A/N: Just tooth rotting fluff. Also, established relationship!) “It's cold today,” Steve reckons, a chill running through his spine. He laid there in your bed, beside you, a soft smile gracing his lips.
“It is,” you agreed, sitting up. Your duvet covered your body and he chuckled. “Do you want to go get breakfast?”
“Out?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “There’s a cafe near the old mall that I’ve been dying to go to,” Steve nods because how can he say no to the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on? How can he deny you anything? He watches as you raise from the bed into your wardrobe with nothing on. He acknowledges the soft curves that outline your body; how your hair falls perfectly.
“Do you have a sweater I can borrow?” he asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. You hummed as you dressed yourself. An oversized sweater that probably belonged to him and a pair of sweatpants. You toss him a sweater that lands on his lap.
“Ew!” he shrieks, and you look at him in alarm.
“What’s wrong?”
“Whose is this?” he asks, raising the sweater with two fingers. He scrunched his nose in disgust. You looked over, your face paling. It was a simple white sweater with a university emblem that you forgot about.
“Oh, God,” you groaned. “Sorry, let me fix that—“
“Are you…giving me a sweater your ex-boyfriend gave you? Why aren’t you throwing it out? I’m your boyfriend, you know. You should only wear my clothes,” he rants, a cute frown on his forehead. He throws the sweater somewhere in your room with his thumb and his forefinger and pouts.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” you asked, kissing his cheek.
“Doesn’t matter,” he grumbles. You sit beside him. Steve has always been a little bit selfish. Who could blame him? He was an only son of a rich family and his mother doted on him as a child. He didn’t like sharing and had only got around to it after spending some time with the kids. It was a difficult obstacle that he’s still trying to overcome. So, the thought of his clothes sharing a space with your ex’s clothes was beyond him. It was something small but to Steve, it meant a lot, especially because your ex was a university graduate, something that he is still trying to work on.
“I’m sorry, Stevie,” you coo, rubbing his scalp softly. “I returned everything and I must have forgotten that it was still there,”
“Really?” he asks softly.
“Yeah. Really,” you answered honestly. “If you want, we can throw it out or like, give it to someone,”
“Let me go through your closet first. Don’t want any germs contaminating our clothes, you know?” he asked, standing up. “For now, can you please keep that sweater away? It’s so gross, it’s giving me the heebie-jeebies,” he shuddered. 
“Okay, okay,” you laughed. He was so cute sometimes. All the time. Always. “Hey, I love you, you know that, right?”
“Yeah and I love you too. Now, go on, scurry! Get me a bag so I can put unwanted things away,” he barks and you oblige.
“Honey?” he calls and you hum. “I love you,” he repeats because he’s so thankful and glad that finally, someone loves him for who he is—no need to hide under the guise of King Steve or anyone else. Just Steve.  steve harrington taglist: @thatfantagirl @cherris-n-peaches @Miyababbby @munsonsuccubus @moistmocca @munsonology @aol19 @undeadgirlsworld @eddiethesexy @weaslyslut01 @captainweirdo42 
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my heart says 'yes,' but my lips say 'no' (zoro/robin)
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Pairings: Zoro/Robin Tags: Canon Divergence (Post-Wano Arc), Idiots In Love, Mutual Pining Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 2.7k words Summary: Even the most logical person in the Straw Hat Pirates have a hard time finding how to untangle the ways of love.
A/N: It's been a while since I have posted something zorobin related here haha Also posted on: Archive of Our Own
Robin was smiling to herself when she was heading all the way back to their quarters in the palace of Wano. Since she knew someone would very much like this sake she had bought and would drink this in one go. She knew him too well, and she couldn't wait to see his reaction. When she arrived, she passed by Nami in the hallways.
“Have you seen Zoro, Nami?” 
“Isn't he with Momo's younger sister? Why are you looking for him, though?”
Oh. 
“Right, right. How can I not know it?” Robin smiled as she hid the sake behind her back. 
Of course, how can she forget that? He was getting closer with Hiyori after all, and it's not like she should disturb them. She had seen how close Hiyori was with Zoro the past few days and there was not a day she would hear her crewmates tease Zoro and Hiyori that they should be together. There was a throbbing ache inside her chest, she couldn't quite place this feeling, so instead, she could only smile at them like she was so happy.
Meanwhile, Nami stared at her suspiciously and it was starting to make Robin uneasy since Nami wasn’t like this unless she sensed something .
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re too obvious, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
Nami rolled her eyes in amusement. 
“When you’re annoyed, your brows are visibly frowning and your mouth pouts and then.” 
“I don’t do that—”
“And, the sake was so obvious that it was for him, so no need to deny it now, Robin. I know.” Nami patted Robin's shoulder. “And not to mention, he’s an idiot, Robin...” 
“He’s not stupid, Nami. I mean, he’s not book-smart but he’s well-versed with his swords, and he is actually kind… and handsome, I guess?” She trailed off her words before snapping herself back to reality, realizing what she had said. “Why am I even saying this to you, well, it’s not actually for Zoro. I just happened to have this in my hand when I was looking for him! And I don't know what you are talking about so if you may excuse me, I’m heading out, see you around.”
“Why are we losing a promising woman to a dumbass like Zoro?” Nami sighed deeply, massaging her temples, as she watched Robin scurry away from the palace.
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She was not supposed to leave Nami like that, and now the navigator might be thinking that she has hidden feelings for the swordsman. She was only friends with him, so why did Nami have to come up with such a ludicrous theory? She only has sake with her since she bought it from one of the shops downtown. And it was on sale! So, obviously she didn’t pass up that opportunity to buy the sake for him.
“Robin-chwan~!” Robin heard the cook’s scream of adoration. “Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be with the others at the plaza?” He asked as soon as he was standing in front of Robin.
“Oh, I forgot something in my room.” 
Sanji then looked at the sake, then looked at Robin with a knowing look but he didn’t say anything. 
“Well, let’s go to the plaza, shall we?” 
“I can manage, you go on ahead, Sanji.” She smiled at him.
“Well, see you there, I guess?” 
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Robin craned her neck as she looked for a specific swordsman in the sea of people in the plaza. Holding the sake in her hand, she just hoped she would see him here. No, she was not looking for him. There was a difference between wanting to see him and giving him a gift, and also to do both. Robin didn’t want to admit to herself but it was actually the latter. To her dismay, she hasn’t found him yet. 
“Nico-ya, are you looking for someone?”
Robin almost dropped the sake in her hand, startled to hear the Heart Pirates’ Captain behind her back. 
“No, I wasn’t.” She gave him a quick smile before she kept on tiptoeing to search for the swordsman.
“I know where he is.”
“I think you’re mistaken, Torao. I’m not looking for Zoro.”
“Sure, but I didn't even mention a name.”
That struck a nerve on Robin. Nevertheless, she ignored him and moved a few steps away from him, yet the doctor never left her side.
“Why are you looking for him?”
“For someone like you, I didn’t peg you to snoop around other’s business, Torao. It doesn’t seem like you.” She smirked, deflecting the topic on her.
“Okay, sure, but next time don’t ask me where he is when I saw him standing there by the stalls with Momonosuke's sister.” Before Law could finish his sentence, Robin was already nowhere to be found.
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So, they're together. Why was she even denying it? There are already hints that Hiyori was interested in Zoro, and he might feel the same as well so… Oh well, there is no point in giving this to him after all. The sake would go to waste if she didn't consume it right away. She did buy it with her own money after all.
“You're one of the Straw Hats, right? You look beautiful in person!” A man, reeking in alcohol, showed up to sit in front of Robin's seat. “Why are you all alone, pretty lady? Do you want some company?”
“That's kind of you but I don't need any company as of the moment.” 
“But you might need one since you're drinking the finest sake in Wano! That sake is much better served for two people.”
“It's okay, really.” Robin was starting to get unsettled, so she grabbed the sake with her and left the man alone. But the man seemed not to get her point and followed her.
“Don't you want to have some fun—?!”
Robin was about to cross her arms to silence him, without hurting him in the process, when all of a sudden, someone interrupted her stance.
“The woman said she didn't want any company right now, asshole.” 
“And who are you—?” The man stood frightened and gulped. “Never mind, I'm outta here.” The man whimpered before he ran as fast as he could.
Robin didn't need to turn back whoever had pushed away the creepy man, she already knew who it was. And it was starting to make her hands feel jittery all of a sudden. What's going on with her?!
“I already handled it myself, Zoro, aren’t you with Hiyori? Why are you here?” She asked him.
“And I thought you were with Torao?”
Robin looked at him, as confused as she was. 
“Huh? But I wasn't with him, didn't you see I was alone?” She didn't have time for petty arguments, she was getting tired just by sitting here all alone, she wanted to take a rest instead.
“What about the other day? I saw you with him going somewhere so I didn't disturb you.”
“You mean the— I was with him because he wanted me to see the poneglyphs under Wano… But you're with Hiyori? Aren't you two already together?”
“We're not—!”
“Zoro, I need you here, look at this.” Hiyori showed up beside the swordsman with a lucky couple bracelets in her hand. “Oh, the archeologist of the Straw Hats, it is nice to meet you in person.” The woman smiled at her as she took Zoro's hand in hers.
Robin didn't even need any further explanation about their situation right now. Zoro and Hiyori together right in front of her just proves it already. Robin already got the idea where she should not interfere between their alone time. 
“I think you two will enjoy this sake I bought for you.” Robin handed the sake to Zoro before excusing herself to leave them alone. “Enjoy yourselves tonight.” Robin smiled before she left them alone, ignoring the recurring pain in her chest.
She shouldn't have bought that sake in the first place.
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Instead of heading back to the palace, Robin decided to go back to Sunny instead. Leaning her body towards the railing, she basks herself under the moonlight, knowing no one will find her here since almost all of them were busy in the festivities in the streets of the city. It was much better to stay here out alone with her thoughts, away from a specific swordsman that runs inside her mind. 
Hiyori complements Zoro's aloof and cool attitude. Although she knew that even then, Zoro can match Hiyori's kindness and doting personality. Even some of the people who had seen them say that they both look good together. Some of their friends even think they are better together except Sanji, of course.
“Are you really going to be alone here for the rest of the night?” 
Robin looked below the ship and saw the swordsman, standing on the seashore. 
“Robin, why are you ignoring me?” The swordsman then asked.
“I'm not ignoring you. I was only giving you space with Hiyori, that's all.” She quipped. 
“I honestly don't understand you, Robin.” Zoro sighed deeply. 
'So am I,' she thought. Why all of a sudden, she was having this ache inside her heart when she has always been healthy courtesy of Chopper's readings on her vital signs? Had she contracted any diseases without knowing what it is? Maybe she needed to consult again with another doctor. Maybe Marco or Torao would know what was happening to her. 
“But can I go up there with you?”
Robin was about to leave the railing, and yet, when she stared at Zoro's eyes. How come her heart says, 'Yes, please,' but her lip says: “No, Zoro. Go back to Hiyori, good night.”
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They haven't left Wano yet so she was glad that she could wander around the town except for one thing: Zoro was preoccupying her mind for the rest of the day. There was no other reason that she should be thinking about him lately, but alas, he was just there. She tried doing her daily routine like reading books, watering her plants, playing with Chopper and Luffy but nothing could distract her away from the thought of the swordsman. 
It was not even this hard like the past few years. She can just make him magically disappear inside her mind but right now, how come it was so impossible?!
Later that day, she decided to ask Law for assistance. She knew that Law might have known what's going on with her. What if it is a disease that could potentially damage her brain?
“I always get this pain inside my chest and I get nervous whenever I was with him recently, and sometimes I get frustrated towards something like I feel itchy on some parts of my hands when he is with someone. Though I still like him.” She gave an expectant look at the doctor once she finished her rambling.
“I've never seen you this frantic, Nico-ya.”
“Do you think there's any chance I might die because of this?”
Law rolled his eyes and scoffed. 
“Gods, no. It's not that serious. But I do warn you that something’s wrong, though you just need to sort out what is going on between you two.” Law was already packing up his things before he was leaving Chopper's infirmary.
“So, what should I do next?”
“I'm a surgeon, Nico-ya, not Straw Hats' personal therapist, go talk with him, I know you can do it without my help,” he said before he and Robin left the room.
“ROBIN, WHERE ARE YOU?!”
The archeologist and the doctor heard the loud scream of their resident doctor outside the infirmary. Concerned, Robin quickly went to Chopper and checked what was going on before everything turned into chaos. The little reindeer wailed inaudibly, clinging on Robin’s legs.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
“ItwaSHZHORO. PLISHLOOKFOHRZORO!” Chopper was still clinging tightly into Robin’s legs, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Say it slowly, Chopper. What happened?” Robin leveled herself for Chopper.
“Zoro is…” He sniffed. “Is going to leave…” He wiped away his snot with his little arms. “Convince him not to leave, Robin.” He whimpered with teary eyes.
“What? You know Zoro wouldn’t do that.” Robin assured him with a smile. “Maybe he was just joking?”
“Then why isn't he here yet?" He sniffed once more. "Can you talk to him?"
Robin let out a deep sigh. One thing about Chopper is that she wouldn't want to see the little reindeer sad, let alone cry. 
"I will go talk to him then. But where did you last see him? Is he not in the crow's nest?" Robin caressed Chopper's chubby cheeks.
Chopper shook his head. 
"Maybe he was at the palace, he was enjoying his stay here, Robin, what if he doesn't want to sail with us anymore?"
"Zoro wouldn't do that, I'll go talk to him for you, and if he doesn't want anymore, I'll convince him for you. I promise that." Robin smiled when Chopper tightly embraced her. 
Just when she was about to leave Sunny, the swordsman she was looking for had arrived just in time.
"Zoro." She said firmly.
"What?"
The tension felt tight which made Chopper scurried away from them and went behind the barrels on deck with a little smile in his face that Robin didn't notice.
"Are you really leaving?"
Zoro gave her a puzzled look. 
"Huh? Why would I? Who said that? That stupid cook?"
Robin looked as confused as he was. When she turned around to ask Chopper, it seemed the reindeer was no longer on Sunny. 
"I actually have no idea." She sighed and rested her body against the railings. 
"Are you already together with Hiyori?" She asked him out of the blue. She already kind of expected Zoro would deflect the question, yet surprisingly, the swordsman seemed to have readied himself for this question, or was that just her?
"To tell you the truth, if you'll actually believe me, there's nothing between us. How about you and Torao?"
"If you'll actually believe me, too, then, I am only friends with him."
They both stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do nor talk about. And there goes Robin's jittery hands, and faster heartbeat. She swears Zoro can hear her heart beating fast if he stands closer by her, which she kinda wished he would actually do. Then all of a sudden, she chuckled to herself until she burst out laughing which was followed by a baffled laugh from Zoro. 
"Why are you laughing?" Although he, too, was laughing along with her.
She hadn't said anything yet, but in her mind, she just realized that maybe the reason why Chopper had bawled in front of her, was to reel her in to talk with Zoro. She could be wrong but if she was actually correct then the little reindeer is so convincing, she thinks he can be qualified as one of the Grand Line Theater Actors for his outstanding performance. 
"It's nothing, don't worry. By the way, sorry to bother you earlier," Robin said, stepping ahead of him back to Wano. Before she could step on the sands of Wano, Zoro called out her name.
"Robin?"
Robin had never turned around so fast to face him.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, too and…Thank you for the sake…" Zoro gazed down on his feet, avoiding her gaze. "Let's drink it together? If that would be okay with you." Zoro mumbled softly. Robin could see the hint of pink forming in Zoro's ears and cheeks, but if she spoke of it, she knew it would just further make the swordsman flush in embarrassment. 'It's kinda cute, though,' she thought.
"Only if I can bring my books up in the crow's nest just like always." She grinned at him.
"You're always welcome to do that." Zoro said before he climbed up. Zoro then stopped for a moment right before he was close to the hatch. "I'll wait for you up there, see you later, Robin." 
Behind their backs, Nami would probably shaking her head in disappointment and tell herself, 'How long will they even realize?' and she would just be as frustrated as the Heart Pirates' Captain like he had always knew the secret affair between the archeologist and the swordsman except, of course, for Zoro and Robin.
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evtraininguniversity · 8 months
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Let It Simmer Ch. 3 - Leftovers
Battling in the modern age is far more advanced than battling in Hisui was. Thankfully, Emmet is ready to help out his good friend Warden navigate through battle items.
You guys know the drill! This is an edited version of this original snippet now with an extended bonus scene at the end! So for those who want the new content, please feel free to skip down towards the bottom segment! Please enjoy once more!
Word Length: 2015 Relevant Tags: Amnesiac Ingo, cooking, social media, texting, memories, Ingo and Emmet are internet friends, fluff and hurt/comfort, comedy, comedy of errors
Do not tag as ship. Doing so will incur an automatic and swift block.
Read it on AO3! Or below the cut. Enjoy!
Warden Battling is so different here, I feel as though I learn something new every day and I have never felt more alive for it. The other day I was window shopping in Veilstone and found myself in a department store that sells battle items. Battle. *Items.* Items that Pokémon can use mid-battle. I have never had my Pokémon hold an item before, I didn't think that a hectic and full-out battle could *permit* such a thing but now I feel as though there is a world of opportunities for exactly that and I don't know where to start strategizing.
Warden Oh, apologies. I will be away from the keyboard for just a moment. Rosie is reminding me that it is almost time for me to take my medication, in my fervor I nearly forgot. One moment.
SitrusPieCrustle No battle items ever??? Absurdity. Incomprehensible. They are incredibly useful and the diverse selection to choose from uplifts a battle to new heights. We must absolutely strategize together. I love battling. I already have ideas for
Ah, oops. Np, will wait.
SitrusPieCrustle ... psst, Miss Rivet if you are there send a message :^)
Warden hbi
SitrusPieCrustle Hiii, Miss Rivet how are you doing?
Warden ggood had pooffin toidahy
SitrusPieCrustle Warden gave you a treat today, did he? What a good trainer he is to you. I bet it was handmade too. Yup! Rewarding you for your hard work taking care of him. I would give you many treats. many many treats Because you take good care of my friend Yes you do, Miss Rivet, such a good helper you are
Warden ?: }
SitrusPieCrustle :^]
Warden My sincerest apologies! I did not realize that my Ralts was typing on my keyboard! I have scooped her away from it and put her down.
SitrusPieCrustle LOL Do not worry. She makes a good conversationalist.
Warden Why do I suspect that this has happened more times than I have noticed.
SitrusPieCrustle Because it has :^) All in good fun! Usually when you are away for a minute or two. Don't worry, she always has glowing reviews of her trainer, no gossip here
Warden Wait, I am just now reading back the messages. You call her Miss Rivet?
SitrusPieCrustle It is a very cute nickname for her.
Warden But Rosie is already her nickname?
SitrusPieCrustle If Ralts is to grow big and strong to take care of her trainer she needs a name that conveys strength :^P Not a name more fitting for a grass-type nothing against them ofc but, you know how it is
Warden And... a bolt meant to hold two pieces of metal together does that better?
SitrusPieCrustle Yes. More than *Rosie* does.
Warden Well, then it's quite fortunate indeed that *I* am her trainer and thus I have the final say, isn't it? And for your information, a name like Rosie conveys strength hidden in unsuspecting forms. Ever heard of not judging a book by its cover? Or does nobody in this era read those anymore? ^ Joking in good jest, I'm hoping that was carried across in my tone. I am still getting used to typing instead of speaking face-to-face.
SitrusPieCrustle Ugh ugh ugh ugh You sound exactly like my brother it is almost like I went back in time
Warden Apologies, I'll refrain from that kind of joking going forward. I did not mean to upset you.
SitrusPieCrustle No! No! It is fine. I actually liked it. A bit. Reminded me of him in a good way. Haven't had a fun argument over nicknames like that in a while. it was nice promise please dont feel bad
[Emmet anxiously tapped his fingers against the top of his desk. His reaction had been automatic and before he realized it his fingers had been flying across his keyboard. And it really was true, what he told Warden — he hadn't minded the playful back and forth.
He and his twin had always had such different naming conventions when it came to their Pokémon. Ingo was pulled towards flowery, mushy-gushy names whereas Emmet reveled in the reactions his more industrial ones garnered from other trainers. 
For a moment, it was almost like he was conversing with Ingo again. Like he could finally gulp down air after holding his breath for so long. And he didn't want to be the reason why he lost that dynamic with his friend.]
Warden Alright then, I won't take it to heart. Especially since I am in the right. A bit of a change in subject, but to return from our Ralts-induced tangent, I would still be interested to hear about your ideas for strategizing with battle items. If left to my own devices I might spend all day attempting to try out each and every one to see which works best.
[All his nerves were bundled up into a crumpled wad and he threw them into the trash bin as Emmet smiled in relief. Switching tracks was good and they could move passed that awkward delay.]
SitrusPieCrustle !!! I would be delighted For starters, I will start with your starter Does Gliscor have the hidden ability Poison Heal? If so then I highly suggest a Toxic Orb. I understand that some trainers are against the orb line because of the double-edged sword drawback but a good trainer should know how to use them right No judgement to those who avoid them, their perspectives are brought up from valid concerns. One of my Pokémon uses a Life Orb competitively if you need a trusted opinion about them
Warden I am not sure if he does have Poison Heal, but I might wait until the Joys clear him for active battling before I test it. If I even can.
SitrusPieCrustle Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less from you Warden. Speedy recovery for Gliscor as always. hope he feels better soon :^(
Warden As do I, but thank you! I think he has been doing better these last couple of weeks. Having Rosie added to the team certainly helps. Believe it or not but he adores her, I haven't seen him hover this much since, well, ever!
SitrusPieCrustle Gliscor big brother moments. But that's good to hear! He must be bored not battling.
Warden I have had to replace his canopy *twice* already I think it is far too late for him. Cabin fever has set in. He craves for the thrill of battle. Ogilvy might just try and fight his own immune system at the rate his recovery is going.
SitrusPieCrustle Gliscor is a mon after my own heart. I like winning more than anything else. Back on subject though. An alternative for a Poison Orb that never fails is leftovers. 
Warden Leftovers? Like, kitchen excess? Or is this an actual item that I have to buy.
SitrusPieCrustle It is an actual item that you have to buy.
Warden That... sounds like a scam. That's a scam right? That sounds like something the village quack would try to peddle me in the market. My caseworkers have strongly advised me to be skeptical of anything that sounds like a scam on the internet.
SitrusPieCrustle ROFL Not a scam. It is a regulated item that has carefully mixed health supplements in it to restore health in battle.
Warden I am almost certain that I can do that at home.
SitrusPieCrustle LOL I would very much like to see your attempts :^)
Warden Wanna bet?
SitrusPieCrustle *Absolutely* Easiest bet to win. I have to go. But I will enjoy hearing about your kitchen failures in the morning.
Warden Ye of little faith.
SitrusPieCrustle Me of the appropriate amount of faith, actually.
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("Ingo. May I ask you something?" Emmet stepped into his brother's home office. "And will you answer honestly?"
Ingo looked at him with confusion lacing his brows, "Always. Is something the matter?"
"Maybe. I am Emmet and I am unsure," he shrugged, his left hand closed around his right bicep. "That is why I came to you."
Turning away from the paperwork strewn on his desk, Ingo nodded at him. "Tell me what you're thinking, so that I may help."
Alright. Here goes, "Do you think we should stop using the Life Orb on Excadrill?"
His twin practically leaned back in his chair at the shock he received from such a statement coming from Emmet. "Why the sudden change?" he questioned.
All he could do was shrug again. But...
Emmet was a strategist at heart, that was something he greatly loved about himself. But more often than not... that meant that he got tunnel vision when faced with a challenge. Sometimes puzzles required looking through a different lens, coming at them from a different angle. And lately, the fear that he had placed their Pokémon on the chopping block just for some meaningless win was all that consumed his waking thoughts.
At his continued silence, Ingo narrowed his eyes, "Did someone say anything to you about it?"
"No," not to his face. And not to him directly. But it was hard not to question his own judgment when reading controversial posts on battling forums. "But still. My question?"
He also admired his twin greatly. Ingo was his role model, the one he looked to for inspiration and encouragement. That was why Emmet always trusted him to relay the truth when he was unable to step outside his mind to see the bigger picture. His twin was not some random stranger on the internet who may or may not be able to battle their way out of a plastic bag.
Ingo closed his eyes, "I think that we should continue using it."
"Are you sure? It hurts them-"
"Because you are a good trainer," Ingo continued, interrupting him.
Huh? Emmet blinked. "I am Emmet and I don't think I follow."
Instead of explaining right away, Ingo engineered their discussion onto a different track, "Let me ask you this, do you think that trainers shouldn't use the move Perish Song?"
"Well,-"
"And Destiny Bond. Do you consider that an act of malice?"
"Of course not, but that is different." Emmet threw up his hands in a huff. "Pokémon naturally have those. They are not born in nature with artificial items like orbs. Humans made them. We designed them to hurt the user."
Ingo was silent for a moment but then shook his head, "I disagree. While it is true that we did create battle items like the Life Orb and Poison Orb, that is not all that we have done. Together, Pokémon and humans, we have developed new techniques and new moves. So it is a falsehood to say that Pokémon are born knowing all of these skills. I am sure that there was once a time when mutually assured destructive moves like Perish Song and Destiny Bond did not exist either. The same way that I am sure, over time, we have lost moves as well."
He shifted his weight. "So?"
"So," Ingo parroted. "If you cannot find the harm in human-influenced moves like those, then you should apply the same to battle items."
"But what if-" Emmet stopped himself. He attempted to swallow, despite how dry his mouth was at the moment. "I do not want to harm any of our Pokémon." Or anyone for that matter.
"If Excadrill asked you to stop using the Life Orb, would you?"
"I would," he said immediately. Without question, without a second wasted.
"Then, why do you think it is that he hasn't asked you to do that?" Ingo questioned.
Emmet had no answer.
"I'll tell you why, it is because he trusts his trainer." Ingo rose from his chair and embraced Emmet. He hugged just as tightly back. "Your concerns are not unfounded if they were applied to anyone else. The mark of a good trainer is knowing their Pokémon well and knowing what their limits are. And Emmet?"
Ingo pulled back so that he could look him in the eye," You are a very good trainer. Please, do not doubt that ever."
Wetly, he chuckled, wiping at his eyes. "Alright, Ingo. I am Emmet and I won't.")
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CFWC Writer of the Month: Jamespotterthefirst
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Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @jamespotterthefirst! We hope you will enjoy learning more about her and her work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.
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1- When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played? 
I started playing back in 2018. I kept seeing this thing called “playchoices” trending as number 1 on Tumblr (lol remember those days?). This would happen, without fail, almost every week! When I clicked on it, the posts were all about the finale of a royal story (The Royal Romance!). People made the most hilarious posts, complete with memes. I had no idea what it was, but I gathered it was an app. I downloaded it, and the rest is history. 
The first book I played was Desire and Decorum. It was absolute torture because it wasn’t completed yet. So I binged the available chapters. Yes, I spent real money on keys and diamonds, telling myself at least I wasn't spending that money on drugs. It was so much fun waiting for a new chapter every week, even if I’m an impatient mess. 
2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?
I joined the fandom almost immediately after downloading the app. 
As I sat in my living room, tapping my foot and waiting for the new D&D chapter to drop, I went back into the playchoices tag for content. It felt good to find other people who loved the story as much as I did. There were other users out there who were also waiting impatiently for the new chapter, writing fics and discussing theories in the meantime. There were also some of the funniest memes I have ever seen in my life. At first, I would quietly read and reblog. Then, I slowly started posting my own thoughts and theories (which were not very good lol but hey, this is tumblr after all).
3- How did you pick your url name? 
My life is one hyperfixation after another… The one before Choices was Harry Potter. More specifically, the Marauders era. I used to write for the pairing called “Jily”, composed of Harry Potter’s (dead) parents. Kelsey (@takeharryandgo) is a witness of just how much I love James Potter, Harry’s (dead) dad. In fact, our shared love for the pairing and character is one of the things that brought us together. 
In short, this URL is a reference to James Potter the first, Harry’s (dead) dad. Not James Sirius Potter the second, Harry Potter’s (living?) son. 
I saved it as a sideblog, meant only for writing resources for me to use at a later time. One day, I decided I didn’t want the followers on my main page to see all the Choices spam I was posting, so I resurrected the JP blog. 
4- Go back to your archive and tell us about the first post on your Choices blog. 
My first Choices post was a shitty theory about Desire & Decorum: 
5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?
I’ve been writing fanfiction since I was a literal child. I used to write in a notebook and my friends would read during recess. It was awful but they were into it. One day, I used up the whole notebook and my friend was desperate for the next part of the story. I told her I needed to wait until my mom took me to the store (literal child) to get a new one. My friend got me a new one by the end of the day lol.
TL;DR that puts me at about 20+ years of writing. 
6- What is your favorite Choices book to write about?
Without a doubt, Open Heart! 
7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?
Oh god, the first fanfic I wrote was Lily Evans and James Potter from the Harry Potter universe. I forgot the exact title, but it was named after an Avril Lavigne lyric. Again, I was a child, don’t judge me lol. It’s handwritten in a notebook I still have somewhere, but I will never open it again lest I die of cringe. 
My first Choices fic, on the other hand, was a Desire and Decorum fic called “A Wedding Gift” that only like 5 people read at the time. 
8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?
Oof. This answer changes depending on the day you ask me. I always overthink it and end up saying picking a favorite fic is like picking a favorite child. To avoid being here all day, however, I’m going to say: Fake Husband, She Walks in Beauty, and Lovely.
9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but could use a little more love?
Definitely, the fic I didn’t expect to do well at all if my first Open Heart fic: Lovely. 
I was so naive back then, knowing nothing about the Open Heart writing fandom. I had no idea what format or tags to use when posting. I was afraid there would be no readers out there who wanted to read a silly little story about my MC posting a thirst trap. All I knew was that the latest chapter of Open Heart Year 2 inspired an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it. 
I posted it and I was so incredibly lucky to receive so much support. Words cannot explain how special that was. To this day, I cannot verbalize how grateful I am for that. 
There isn’t really a fic I can think of that could use more love. It always amazes me that anyone gives my fics their time. So any feedback my fics get will always be valued and treasured by me. 
10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? 
Oh no. 
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If forced to choose, I’d say fluff. 
11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?
Absolutely! While I try to make every MC different, I often pull from experience when I write. My Open Heart MC and I have a lot of things in common (heritage, hometown, astrological sign, etc.) But I also wanted her to be her own character with life choices that are different from mine. Since I'm very boring, it definitely makes for better fiction that way. 
12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?
It depends on the day. Some days I struggle the most with dialogue. Others, my biggest struggle is descriptions. It's rare when I feel confident in both when I write. 
13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?
*laughs nervously in unfinished series*
There are a few series I have yet to finish. Once again, I apologize for leaving them untouched for so long! I plan to get my shit together soon! 
14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first? 
No! 
I don't think I could look anyone in the eye if they read some of the stuff I've written, especially for Choices. 
15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?
I strongly believe that one of the best ways to learn as a writer is reading. As such, I believe I've learned from most pieces I've read, particularly published rom com novels. In the fanfiction world, I admire my lovely friend @takeharryandgo. I've had the absolute joy of following her writing for over a decade. And with every work, I am still amazed by her masterful way with words! And her characterization is always spot-on. I simply love to read her spellbinding work and learn from the master! 
Other writers/creators I admire are:
@heauxplesslydevoted- one of the first OH writers I've ever read! Her smut is top-tier!
@jerzwriter - her stories, dialogue, and characterization are a delight to read. Her angst is painful. Her smut is sizzling hot! 
@liaromancewriter - a true master at romance! Her writing style is magical and synonymous with the best of rom-coms! 
@genevievemd - I bow down because the amount of love and care she puts into every piece truly makes her work special! 
 @lucy-268 - I have always respected the amount of research she puts into every piece. She pours so much care into it so that the narrative flows seamlessly! 
@a-crepusculo - her writing is so vivid and immersive. Reading her work is like listening to the most beautiful of symphonies!
@writer-ish - she is such a master at the craft! Her characterization is so vivid that the reader will fall in love no matter the format. Her text edits are legendary! 
@bex-la-get - such a talented and dedicated writer! She also pours hours of research into her work, ensuring every detail makes sense! 
@potionsprefect - she's such a creative and talented writer. She develops writing ideas like no one else I've ever seen! 
@headoverheelsforramsey- I love her storytelling and characterization! She's created a beautiful, inspiring, and intelligent MC for all of us to adore!
@gryffindordaughterofathena - her writing style is one of the most original I've ever seen. Reading her work feels like reading the loveliest of poetry! 
@coffeeheartaddict2- the dedication she puts into her work blows me away! She's daring when exploring themes in her writing, and she's not afraid to pull from personal experience. 
@lsvdw-blog - the person I'm sending my therapy bill to. Just kidding! Her writing is beautiful, even when it's the most painful angst. 
@trappedinfanfiction - she is such a lovely writer. The amount of detail she's given both of her MC's back stories has my absolute respect! 
@quixoticdreamer16 - I adore her MC and the wholesome, beautiful background she's given her! 
@mysticalgalaxysstuff - Another MC that has stolen my heart. I am so happy she started writing this past year because she's a real talent! 
@peonierose - love her beautiful MC and the beautiful love story she built for her with Bryce! 
@cariantha - a brilliant writer with talent for days! 
16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series? 
I would love to see She Walks in Beauty along with its series (1800s AU) in live action. Imagine Ana de Armas and David Gandy in period costumes? That alone would be worth it! 
17- Do you write original stories? 
I've crafted and outlined original stories before but I've never actually written them. One of my biggest goals for the new year is to finally start. Wish me luck! 
18 -  What other hobbies do you have?
I love reading, hiking, and dancing! 
Yes, I picked the most “impressive” of my hobbies to seem cool. On most days, you'll catch me cuddling with my dog or bf watching YouTube/TikTok/Hell's Kitchen reruns lol. 
19 - What’s your favorite emoji? 
I used the orange 🧡 and purple 💜 hearts a lot because they're my favorite colors!
20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).
For the record, I am also contractually obligated to read anything Kelsey writes 😘 
Thank you so much to every single reader who has given my work a chance these past three years!
Thank you to the wonderful mods of CFWC for all you do to support writers in the Fandom! 
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